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junrenjun · 4 months ago

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omega!minghao x beta!reader x alpha!mingyu (part of my understand series)

genre: fluff, smut (18+ please!), angst for 2.2 seconds

wc: 3.2k

warnings: fem reader, smut and suggestive material throughout, unprotected sex (have safe sex plz), threesome lol, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, very heavy member x member in this (don't like, don't read)

summary: minghao is finally ready to let y/n help with his heat.

a/n: this is basically porn with plot lol. @straykidsstanforeverandever requested this so enjoy :) also minghao will get his own standalone fic eventually. this is not his only feature in this series. oh and mingyu is a consent king ofc.

Minghao is antsy. That’s the best way he can put it. Preheat is, in his opinion, the worst part of his heat. There’s a constant nagging feeling that he gets. Like bugs under his skin. Or like someone is watching him but he can’t see them. Unsettling and it never goes away. It drives him batty every time.

Right now, he thinks, it’s driving Mingyu batty more than himself. The man in question is sitting on Jihoon’s bed, watching as Minghao paces around his nest once more. He tries his best to ignore the quizzical looks the alpha keeps sending his way, but to no avail. Eventually, he exasperatedly turns to him, hands on his hips, and asks, “what do you want?”

Mingyu has been the omega’s heat partner for far too long to even flinch at his tone. Instead, he sits further up in the bed and cocks his head at the man. “Are you sure it’s just preheat? You look stressed.”

He melts at the alpha’s soft tone, instincts dying down a bit when he realizes he doesn’t need to put up a fight. “I don’t know, Gyu. My brain keeps telling me that something is missing from my nest, but I can’t figure out what. I’m not sure if something is actually missing or I’m just paranoid.”

At these words, Mingyu gestures for the omega to come join him by the other bed and he does so, stopping to stand between his legs. The alpha runs his hands up Minghao’s legs and side, then intertwines their fingers. He looks up at his mate and says quietly, “are you sure it’s something and not someone?”

Minghao closes his eyes and lets his mind wander. He and Mingyu have talked about this already. Inviting you in to help with his heat. He wants it. He really does. But some little voice in the back of his brain screams at him, warning him that it’s not a good idea.

It’s stupid. He knows you aren’t a threat and would never do something to hurt him. But an omega’s self preservation instinct, especially while in heat, is quite strong. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been an official member of the pack, his brain is flashing warning signs at him and screaming “stranger.”

He doesn’t even realize he’s trembling until Mingyu’s hands wrap around his waist to steady him. His eyes flutter back open to look at the alpha beneath him, who whispers, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to Hao.”

The omega simply hums in response, raising a hand to brush a strand of hair out of Mingyu’s face. This time, it’s the alpha who closes his eyes. He leans into the touch as Minghao drags the hand down his face.

A low rumble leaves Mingyu’s chest. He looks up when he hears the omega let out a small gasp. Minghao has his head thrown back and his chest is heaving a little bit. The alpha smirks a little bit at his reaction.

“Don’t do that”, Minghao says breathlessly. “You’re going to make it come faster.”

He regretted the words the second they came out of his mouth. When he looks down, Mingyu’s smirk is miles wide. “I know a thing or two about making things come fast.”

The alpha receives a well-deserved slap on the arm. But it doesn’t stop him from scooping Minghao up before he has a chance to berate him for his lewd words. “C’mon omega”, he tells him, “let’s find y/n while you still have brain cells left.” The omega in question lets out a muffled, “hey,” from where his mouth is pressed up against Mingyu’s shoulder.

Minutes later, Mingyu deposits him in a lump on your bed. You raise an eyebrow at him, but don’t get a chance to ask any questions, because Minghao practically tackles you. Once sufficiently on top of you, he shoves his face into your neck, nose against your scent gland, and takes a giant whiff. Within seconds, he’s melting against you and you’re left with an omega shaped blob weighing you down.

You reach down to touch the back of your hand to his forehead, frowning when you feel that he’s starting to heat up already. “You feeling it already, Hao?” you ask him.

He doesn’t directly respond to your question, pulling back for a second and then shoving his nose even further into your gland. His comment is stifled a bit from your skin, but you can still make out the words. “I swear they put crack in your pheromones or something.”

Both you and Mingyu laugh at this. However, you abruptly stop when Minghao raises his head to look at you with tears in his eyes. “Why are you guys laughing at me?” he pouts.

You’re quick to calm him down, extending a hand to brush away a stray tear. “Oh honey. We’re sorry. Preheat emotions suck don’t they?” He sniffles but still nods at you.

After he takes a minute to compose himself, you speak again. “Why don’t you ask Mingyu to bring you back to your nest, hm?”

All of a sudden, the omega looks panicked, glancing back at the man sitting at the foot of the bed. You’re not sure what you did wrong, but Mingyu speaks, cutting off your train of thought. “I think Hao wants to ask you something first.”

Minghao looks up at you sheepishly, toying with the sleeve of your shirt absentmindedly. After a long pause, he looks up at you from under his eyelashes and says, “will you help with my heat?”

The question renders you speechless for a moment. You’ve been told Minghao is a bit…picky about who he spends his heat with. You know he and Mingyu have been heat partners for years now, and barely anyone else helps now that they have a system down. Only when Mingyu starts to get exhausted does Jun take over. Most of the time, he doesn’t let anyone other than the two alphas and Jeonghan get near his nest in the throes of heat.

A part of you is silently cheering. Minghao’s instincts are finally accepting you as a true pack member if he trusts you in his most vulnerable moments. But another part of you is terrified. You really can’t mess this up.

He must pick up on your apprehension through your scent, because in seconds, he’s throwing himself off you and into Mingyu’s lap. The alpha looks up at you apologetically as Minghao sobs into his shoulder. “She hasn’t even said anything yet, give her a second,” he tells the omega.

The scene is enough to convince you to say yes. You let your scent even out for a minute before reaching out to brush your hand lightly over Minghao’s ankle. Once his sobs die down a bit, you say, “I’ll help you Hao. I’ll be there as long as you need me.”

His scent takes such an abrupt turn it almost burns. You may need to apply some scent neutralizing lotion beneath your nose if this is how strong it’s going to be the whole time. You don’t have enough time to think about that though, because he’s grabbing your arm and pulling you out of bed, with a soft mutter of “nest.”

He drags you to his room, Mingyu trailing not far behind you both. Once inside, he points to his bed and repeats “nest.” You follow the omega’s instructions and climb into the center of the nest. Then, he turns to Mingyu and tells him the same thing. After both of you are comfortably sat in the nest, he fusses over the sides, effectively tucking you in.

Once he’s satisfied with his work, Minghao crawls into the empty space between you two. A soft keen leaves his mouth and Mingyu chuckles. “Nest is complete now?” he asks. The omega is too busy releasing happy pheromones to respond.

The comfort of his nest, combined with the exhaustion of preheat must finally take ahold of him. Fifteen minutes later, he’s sleeping soundly, his face tucked into your shoulder. Mingyu’s arms are tucked around his waist, and the alpha peeks over him to look at you. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, y/n,” he whispers.

You offer him a small smile back, trying to not disturb the sleeping omega beneath you. “I know. I want to though,” you tell him.

You wake up in the early hours of the morning, the sun barely peeking through the window. While you aren’t really a morning person, a heat-ridden Minghao clearly is. His heat has come in full force over the course of the night, if the way he’s rutting against your thigh is any sign.

When you look up at him, his eyes are squeezed shut and there’s a sheen of sweat covering his face. And the smell. God the smell. His usual lily scent is heavy, almost sticky in the air. It has a fruiter tinge to it though, something you can’t quite place.

A low moan startles you out of your thoughts. Minghao’s eyes have fluttered open and his mouth hangs open, panting. Without a word, you jut your leg out even farther, giving him a bigger surface to grind on.

It clearly helps, because his eyes roll to the back of his head again as his hips move faster. Then, without warning, he leans down and shoves his face into your scent gland. Immediately, he starts sucking at it, leaving you breathless. The more his pace increases on your leg, the harder he sucks. His teeth scrape at your sensitive gland and you release a sharp gasp.

The commotion must wake Mingyu, because he shuffles around on the other side of the bed. He glances over at you two and runs a finger down Minghao’s spine. With that morning voice you love so much, he tells him, “easy on her Myungho. She’s not used to you yet.”

His words and actions have the omega shivering and pulling back. Your gland pulses uncomfortably at the lack of attention. You ignore it though, electing to reach around and pull lightly at the hair on the back of his neck. He whines. “Yeah?” you ask him teasingly.

Mingyu chuckles from across the bed. You took that one out of his book. He leans down and whispers into Minghao’s ear. “You gonna come for our beta?”

The omega nods furiously and he takes it as a sign to continue. “Yeah? Feel good spreading your slick all over her thigh? Tell her how good she’s making you feel.”

You can feel the wet patch slowly spreading across your pants. Something deep inside you twists at this, making you itch for your own release. It twists even further when he slurs, “so good. Making me feel so good beta.”

You tug a little more on the strands of hair tucked in your hand and it’s the last straw for Minghao. His orgasm comes washing over him and he buries his face in your neck once more. The wetness on your leg increases exponentially and he makes a mess of it as his grinding begins to slow down.

You flinch a little bit when he murmurs into your gland, the vibrations tickling your sensitive skin. “I’m gross now,” he says.

Mingyu wraps his arms around the omega’s waist, kissing the back of his head where your hand just untangled from his hair. “Mm a little bit. Nothing a bath can’t fix right?” he asks.

A contented sigh leaves the man in your arms. You give him a little peck of your own, right on his forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up honey,” you mumble, prompting him to sit up.

Once he’s successfully out of bed, Mingyu leads him to the bathroom, leaving you to change and collect some supplies for the day ahead of you. After a quick pit stop at your room, you head to the kitchen. As you refill some water bottles, you feel hands rest lightly on your waist and a nose tickle the back of your neck. “Hannie,” you acknowledge.

His nose presses even deeper into your skin. “You smell like Minghao,” he mumbles softly. “Is he in heat already?”

“Mhm,” you hum as he spins you around in his arms. Almost dropping the now full water bottle in your hands, you scowl at him a bit. “Don’t make me drop my omega’s water.”

He looks at you questioningly. “Your omega, huh?” He waits for you to respond, but all you do is nod. “You gonna take care of your omega’s heat for me? Make me a happy pack omega hm?”

He’s such a little shit. But you’re too preoccupied with the fact that you just called Minghao your omega to even remotely care. That’s something to unpack later. Instead you screw the lid back on the bottle and grab the snacks you’ve prepared. “Yes Hannie,” you utter, and dart out of his arms, back to Minghao’s room.

Jeonghan watches you go and a familiar chuckle rings in his ears. When he turns, Seungcheol is standing there, clearly amused with the conversation that was just had. Jeonghan rolls his eyes at him. “You,” he says, pressing his index finger into the alpha’s chest, “are where she gets the possessiveness from.”

They think they’re being sneaky, but you can still hear them from down the hall. And looking back at your past experiences with Seunghceol, you come to realize that he probably is where your possessive streak is coming from. And the fact that you’ve spent the last few hours with an omega in heat, but that’s not important.

When you return to the room, the pair is curled up in the nest. Minghao seems slightly relieved. Less desperate and eager to simply relax. Mingyu is snoozing next to him. You deposit your supplies on the nightstand and crawl in to join them.

Minghao immediately curls himself into your side. “Was thinking about you my entire bath,” he whispers, thumb stroking the skin that’s visible where your shirt had ridden up. You raise your hand to test his temperature again. When it makes contact with his forehead, he twists to lightly kiss the gland on your wrist. “Wanna make you feel good,” he breathes out.

The statement kind of surprises you. “Aren’t you supposed to be the one being taken care of right now?” you ask him, eyebrow quirked.

“Letting me eat your pussy is taking care of me.” You nearly gape at him when he says this. Such dirty words and for Xu Minghao of all people to say them? You might combust right here and now.

And combust you do, because minutes later, he’s got his face shoved between your legs and is eating you like his last meal. Your moans have awakened Mingyu, who, at first, elected to watch. But after a little whining from the omega, he’s mounted Minghao from behind.

You’re embarrassingly close within the first few minutes. There’s so much going on. The sound of skin against skin. Mingyu’s breathy groans. Minghao’s tongue teasing you softly. The feeling of his hair in your hand. All three of your scents blending beautifully in the air. But the kicker is when Mingyu gives a particularly hard thrust, causing Minghao to lightly scrape his teeth along your clit.

Your nerves feel like they are on fire. Your eyes roll back as your thighs tighten around the omega’s head, who whimpers in response. He grabs your hand and strokes it softly, coaxing you down from your high. When you finally come to, Mingyu is singing his praises to Minghao. “...a good omega, making our beta come like that. I think you deserve a reward for that. How about a knot, hm?”

The mere mention of a knot seems like it kicks Minghao into overdrive. “Please, please, please alpha! Wanna knot so bad!” He pushes his hips back furiously, like it’s going to make MIngyu’s knot pop any faster. It doesn’t, but it at least satisfies him for a moment.

In the meantime, you reach over to grab a towel from the nightstand, bringing it down to wipe off his face. He whines, something about losing your scent, but still mumbles out a, “thank you.”

Mingyu picks up his pace, a clear sign that he’s going to knot soon. The second his base swells enough to catch on Minghao’s opening, the omega is keening. He reaches out to grab onto your thigh, then sinks his teeth right into the soft skin. You gasp, not prepared for the sudden bite. His orgasm washes over him hard and it seems Mingyu’s does too.

After a minute of heavy breathing, he releases his jaws and lets go of your thigh, looking up at you sheepishly. Mingyu, who still has his head thrown back, his chest heaving up and down, mutters, “sorry, I should’ve warned you that he’s a biter.”

“It’s okay,” you respond. “It felt good, it just surprised me that’s all.” You reach down to pet Minghao’s hair a bit more, giving him a little bit more comfort.

“...’m full,” is all the omega can manage to get out.

The alpha reaches down to run a hand along his back. “Yeah, alpha made you nice and full. Let’s get you into a more comfortable position, okay?” he coos at him.

You shift closer to the outside of the bed so that he can pull himself and the omega down into a seated position next to you. Mingyu leans against the headboard, pulling Minghao down so his back presses against his chest. The omega whines a bit at the shifting, knot tugging uncomfortably at his entrance the more they move.

You give them both their own water bottles and offer a snack. Mingyu takes the protein bar quickly, but it takes a little coaxing (and hand feeding) to get Minghao to eat anything.

After a few minutes of blissful silence, the omega murmurs, “you feel bigger today Gyu. I don’t think your knot has gone down at all yet.”

The alpha grunts in response and shifts uncomfortably, making Minghao squirm. “Yeah well I’m tied to an omega in heat and I’ve got a really hot beta sitting naked in bed next to me. Can’t help it if I’m a little excited.”

You can’t help but preen a little bit at his statement. You. The hot beta is you. But you’re quickly distracted by Minghao, who moans when Mingyu shifts again. The alpha peers down and sees that Minghao’s cock is getting hard again. “We’re still tied together baby,” he tells him. “I can’t do anything for you right now, but maybe if you ask your beta nicely, she’ll ride you while I’m still inside you.” The omega’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the lewd thought and he moans loudly. “Please beta?” he asks, opening his eyes again just to flash the most pitiful look ever at you. It’s going to be a long few days for you three.

#understand series #svt #svt x reader #lu writes #xu minghao x reader #xu minghao #xu minghao imagine #abo dynamics #a/b/o #kim mingyu x reader #kim mingyu imagine #kim mingyu

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joonsty · 10 months ago

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Hybrid Au :

BunnyJungkook X Human Reader 🐰

Warnings : extreme possesive and obsessive behavior, smut, slight yandere themes? explicit sexual content; oral, fingering, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial/control, choking, unprotected sex, shower sex, creampie, marking/hickeys, rough, pet names, piss kink, rough manhandling? i guess bunny boy is stronger than reader. mentions of alcohol, pills, plot twist at the end, hint of soft/kook, I’m so fucking shite at recognising what bunnies do when they are angry or whatever so…I’m sorry. 🤍 uhm I feel like there’s more but I suppose I’ll remember later!

this is my first post on tumblr, so i guess im a bit nervous? I hope you like it!! requests are open, so feel free to send in suggestions & ideas! °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

your keys rattled in the little doorlock, failing multiple times on opening the door. “fuck“ you sighed out as you dropped your keys on the floor. If i were to describe you, i would say you were drunk, sticky & a hot mess, but most importantly totally fucked. It was times like these, where you were drunk, that you would forget the rules and the people around you. He tried his hardest, drilling the words into your mind, making your dumb stupid brain memorize it by heart. But even then, you forgot the most important rule.

never ever leave your bunny boy alone.

so yeah, in simple words, you were fucked. you didn't know about the evil that sat in your house, glaring at the four walls in so much anger and pain. If only you listened, if only you paid more attention to your bunny boy than you did to your friends. who even cared about your friends? he could kill them in a heartbeat. sure, it’ll hurt you, but the sweet pain he would see on your face, your warm tears dribbling down your cheeks, it would be worth it.

so welcome back to the present, you grabbed your right hand, and steadily plopped the key into the lock, twisting it in success. “finally” you groaned out. your feet was sore and burning. you needed a shit ton of pain relievers and a warm shower to make you feel better tonight, maybe even a cuddle from your favourite boy. but oh god, how everything was going to go down the drain.

you sluggishly walked into your apartment and halted, eyes immediately locking with the hothead in-front of you. “g-gukkiieeee” you slurred as you ran to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and breathing in his musky scent. oh god, he felt so nice, you thought as you pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

before you could even comprehend what happened, he pushed you off him, making you stumble back a bit. “hey what are you-?” “don’t fucking touch me.” he growled. his fluffy bunny ears standing up straight, and you even noticed how big? he almost seemed. he turned his back to you and walked away to your shared bedroom, leaving you in the main room, confused and dizzy.

“oh fuck it” you thought, as you walked yourself in the bedroom as well. to be honest, you’ve had enough with jungkooks behaviour. his constant fear of him losing you to someone else, or how he made you drop and block all your male friends because, “I trust you baby, it’s them I don’t trust” & all that bullshit.

as you walked in, you saw him sitting on the bed, earphones plugged in, blasting his music on the full. he didn’t even spare you a glance. you really hated when he was angry. but then again, it was kind of like this all the time. you shimmied out of your dress, grabbing his tshirt and some shorts and scurried your way to the bathroom.

your feet touch the cold marble floor and you jerk back a bit, “wooh okay” you mentally prepare yourself before stepping in the shower. your hand turns the knobs for the water and the drizzles of shower comes shooting down as the warmest of summer rain, your eyes squeeze shut as you bask & enjoy the warm water dissolving all your pain and aches away.

you stay like that for a few minutes, gradually getting sleepier by the second, eyes feeling heavy and your legs on the verge to give out. god you should finish this shower and head to bed so you can slee-

“who tf do you think you are, hm?”

you flinch as his voice finally reaches you. fuck, you didn’t know whether to be shit scared or shit turned on rn. “what do-“

“shut the fuck up, whore.”

your mouth instantly seizes up. you’re pretty sure he can hear the loud thumping of your heart, punching against your fragile rib cage & the small breathy whimpers that leave your mouth.

his rough hand latches onto your throat and you swear your stomach clenches a bit. his calloused fingers soothingly rubbing the sides of your throat. you can practically feel his hard abs pressing your back, but thats not all. you gulp, taking a deep breath in.

“baby, whats wr-“ you get interrupted again & his hold tightens just a tad bit more.

“did i say you could fucking speak?“ he grits out.

“you know all you had to do was tell me, and i would've fucked this dirty cunt of yours, but no, my dumb little bitch wanted to go and fuck someone else.“

you look at him with wide eyes, what the hell is he talking about?

in a swift moment, hes got you pressed against the wall. the pebbles of your breast brushing uncomfortably against the tiles causing you to bite down on your bottom lip.

“guess i have to remind you that this pussy...“

his hand roughly slaps your clit, making you jump in pleasure.

“belongs to me, and only me.“

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& thats how you ended up, face down and ass up on the satin bed. tears streaming down your face, while you begged him to “stop, its too much“and in response he laughed at your face, mocking your whimpers.

you could say that the initial pain was blinding, feeling yourself getting stretched out by him made all your racing thoughts dissipate as every nerve in your brain focused on not passing out. plain and pleasure, that's what it was about.

your hands roughly clenched around the black sheet beneath you, his body pinning you down, his thick girth hitting impossibly deep inside you. you immediately muffled your screams into the bedsheet, allowing drool to dribble down your mouth and stain it.

in a sudden movement, you felt his hand wrap around your locks and painfully pull back. “who fucks you better hm?“ he breathes out, as his pace quickens. “what” you whimper out as you bite down on your bottom lip.

his nose tickles your jaw, as he guides his mouth closer to your ears. “I said, does he fuck you better than me?” he pulls out, making you gasp at the loss of contact on instinct. “god- you’re test-“ “no” “what did you say?” he grunts out, as he repeatedly taps his cock on ur clit, gently pushing in and out, teasing you. your walls clench around nothing and you could finally say that the pain was getting worse, you wanted a release and you wanted it bad.

“no, no you’re the only one I want, please, please, please” you begged, pathetically.

“hm I didn’t hear you what did you say?”

“please bunny, I need to-“

“excuse me?”

“please please, daddy, let me cum, I’ll do anything, please”

his cocky chuckle filled the four walls, bouncing of em and directly piercing through your ears.

“good girl.”

daam fuck. you couldn’t deny the warmth that started to fill your belly by his praise. sooner than expected, you came. like he always says "cumming on daddys cock like a filthy slut".

and you was indeed, HIS filthy slut.

you slumped down onto the bed, heart pounding within your chest, sweat gathering on your forehead and a insane urge for more. he fell next to you on the bed and his large hand clasped around your waist, pulling you next to him. You could smell his cologne entangled with his musky scent, how could you resist him, you just wanted him to roll you over and dwe-

'you okay?' he whispered, big eyes staring at you, and you stared right back.

'yeah...' you answered, as your hands slowly crept down his abdomen, and you swore you heard his breath hitch. you softly palmed his solid, pink hard-on and low purrs resonated to your ears.

'what are you-'

he was interrupted. you spit on his cock and hungrily slide him into your mouth, taking him in as much as you could, a small gag from you makes him hiss and he throws his head back. you lick the stripe of vein on the side and swirl your tongue softly on his tip, oh how he wants to just grab your hair and force you on his cock until your a blabbering mess, but he doesn't want to ruin the moment.

you pull back with a pop and glare at the man who's now ready to do whatever you want.

"oh how the tables have turned..."

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happiestplacehq · 4 months ago

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Hey everyone !!

I hope we're all doing okay. I know life is kicking everyone's butt right now. I'm putting out the good vibes!

So, I'm finally on summer holiday and other than having studying to do for my ballet qualification, I actually genuinely have some free time on my hands at the moment. As you can probably all tell, the last few months have not been great for me keeping the main up to date and pushing things out, and keeping on top of everyone else's activity has been hard when I haven't been as active myself. Long story short, my mental health has absolutely tanked the last few months (understandable, given how many things have been thrown at me in a year and a half on top of work stress and studying) and I couldn't in good conscience hound anyone to be active when I was hiding myself.

For now, I feel rested and I'm pushing through the brain fog. I'm committing to being a better mod!

ANYWAY, all this is to say is that I'm planning a small revamp/ reboot of the RP, with the hopes that this motivates all of our players to make a slow and steady return to the dash.

This revamp will include some plot updates, a massive push for the plot moving forward, and an event to welcome the new "era" of the RP. (Trust me besties, I'm excited for the idea I have and I'm already writing things inside my mind!!)

I might change up the graphics and change some bios around here and there too if my mum's laptop agrees with photoshop. I'm not promising new bios just yet (as that is a hurdle unto itself).

The main thing to note going into this revamp is this:

There will be updates to the activity rules. Sadly, being as lenient as I have been has meant that activity has fizzled, which is understandable but not great if we're wanting to keep the RP moving forward, keep everyone feeling included and welcome new writers. (I know the dash has been moving better lately, but sometimes there are points where nothing is posted for a long time.)

I haven't decided on what the new rules will be yet, so am open to feedback and suggestions, but there will be changes to both activity and interaction rules. I will also be messaging each individual character account to ask your plans for the character going forward, or if you would like to drop the character at some point too. (If you're stuck with a character, this is a great time to reboot them.) These rules will not come into effect until the revamp is complete so there's still some time to message me or have a think about what you would like to do going forward.

As always, please send in a hiatus request if you think you will be away for over 2 weeks just so I can keep things as updated as possible.

To help me in this revamp, the RP/ Main will technically be on a semi-hiatus - RP and in character interactions will continue as normal, the main will just be quieter to help me make changes and keep track of everything. As such, I won't be promoting the RP until I'm happy with the revamp, and applications for new characters will be closed for a short while. You can still message me to change character FCs, request hiatuses and all the other usual stuff.

I'm giving myself until mid-August to get as much of this done as I can. I will be away in London for training from the 15th to the 23rd August, so if I put my mind to it we'll have something by then, OR the week I come back. I'll put a poll out nearer the time when we would like the grand-reopening to be!

Like I said, interactions are still to go ahead as normal! The game itself isn't on hiatus, just the main while I change things around and give everything a fresh coat of paint. Thank you to everyone who has stuck around thus far! I can't wait to see what this revamp sparks in everyone ✨

Please give this post a like once you have read it!

#under readmore because i rambled as per #happiestmod #disney rp #disney roleplay #lsrpg #ouat rp #fairytale rp

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alectoperdita · 5 months ago

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Hey Alecto, I was wondering if you had any fic recs for me! I saw some puppyshipping art before where Seto was an emotional wreck/breaking down and it has me in a chokehold. Do you know any good fics that have something like this? 👀👀

Hi, sorry this took a bit! I had to scour my memory and AO3 bookmarks and tags for a while. But I've returned with a handful of fic recs that fit your request here! These are all puppyshipping fics since that is 99% of what I read, hahah.

(And I'm guessing the fanart you saw was @ladydraculena's recent art. Either way, y'all should check it out because it's gorgeous!)

So here is a list of fics featuring Seto breaking down in tears as an, at least somewhat, significant part of the plot. Mind the warnings on some of these.

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Love Dares Greatly by Lafeae [Rated T, post-canon]

A hit and run leaves Jounouchi comatose, with the fear that he may not regain consciousness. Kaiba, at the same time, is in the middle of developing a new game device that allows for interfacing between players when they are asleep. The suggestion is made that he could use it to pull Jounouchi out. But for two years, Kaiba has managed to keep everyone from saying a word to him about Jounouchi Katsuya. Two years since he has argued with Mokuba, forbidding even his little brother the utterance of the name in his presence. Two years since he has moved on from a messy and public break-up. Will this new circumstance pull them back together?

I cannot recommend this enough. I cannot recommend any of @lafeae's fics enough! This one is epic-length, 100k+ words, so the breakdown moments are sprinkled throughout the fic, but believe me, it's worth every moment of your time.

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Preferable Reality by Lafeae and MistressArafax [Rated T, post-canon, *major character death* and suicidal ideation]

Life is fragile. Delicate. The daily routine can change in an instant, shaking the foundations of the world, leaving those left behind fragmented and broken. When tragedy strikes, how can Kaiba cope? How can he move on? How can he possibly mend his shattered reality?

A somewhat ensemble fic, but Kaiba's grief over Joey's death is a major part of the narrative.

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Their Hearts Were Soldiers Who Never Found Their Way Home by Five_seas [Rated M, post-canon, *character death but it's not Kaiba or Jounouchi*]

Defying death shouldn't be easier than living as your true self. And yet, somehow, it is.

Kaiba grieves the sudden death of an old friend, and Jounouchi is there at the right place and time to help him through it.

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Limits Approaching by BDEblueyeswhitedragon (BDEblueyes) [Rated T, post-canon]

It took years to get them together. Only months to break them apart. Can one night solve all their problems?

Kaiba and Jounouchi's marriage is going through a rough patch. Just as Jounouchi has finally gathered the courage to propose divorce, he sees something that might change his mind.

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Roses & Starlight by BDEblueyeswhitedragon (BDEblueyes) [Rated T, post-canon]

It's Mokuba and Shizuka's wedding reception. Kaiba needs a moment to himself. Jou follows.

Short and sweet. Kaiba breaks down a little after Mokuba and Shizuka's wedding.

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This list is by no means complete. If anyone knows of any other fics that fit this criteria, please send them to the OP!

#replies #sassyresacon1990 #joukai asks #yugioh #puppyshipping #violetshipping #joukai #kaijou #themed fic list #happy reading!

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ave09 · 1 year ago

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life day

han solo x reader

note; i don’t know what this even is, but this plot is my absolute favorite. i have two more han requests coming out soon and two more harrison (one a request, one not) but until then, i’ll be feeding you all other han content bc i have a lot of short ones written. also… if y’all have indy requests, send ‘em in, i wanna write for him but have no ideas ��

han looks so fucking adorable in this gif i can’t-

“okay, now that everyone’s name is helmet, everyone will take turns taking a name.”

“i think we know how it works, luke.” you mumbled, glancing up at the blond, “remind me why we’re doing this?”

“because it’s almost life day! it’s a fun tradition to take our mind off of the empire.” luke exclaimed. well, first off, the empire should be the main focus considering darth vader was currently searching for the rebels. and second of all.. you realized that tatooine sure had some strange traditions.

“can we just take names now?” han asked, impatience lacing his tone. “have somewhere to be, solo?” leia questioned. “yeah, actually i do princess, my ships a wreck, i got better things to be doing-“

“guys! come on, this is important to me.” luke said. it wasn’t ideal, but, you’d indulge in this event for the sake of sweet luke skywalker’s happiness.

“alright, i’m drawing.” you announced, reaching into the helmet, where only four small pieces of paper rested. luke had failed to rope anyone else into this, not even chewie.

you took a paper, holding it tightly in your fist. “don’t look at it,” luke warned, “yeah yeah, i won’t.” you replied.

you watched and waited as leia and luke took their names. and of course, han, being the most extra man ever, took about twenty years to reach into the helmet and take the paper.

“there’s only one left, just take it!”

luke set down the helmet, a bright smile on his face, “okay, now, without anyone looking, check who’s name you got.” carefully, you began to unfold the small slip of paper. beside you, han leaned over, trying to peek, you elbowed him lightly, “back off solo.”

you opened the paper to see the name han solo written in luke’s cursive writing. you refrained from rolling your eyes. why couldn’t you have gotten leia?

“ooo, you won’t believe who i got.” han said smugly, waggling his eyebrows suggestively at you before winking at leia.

ah, of course. of course han would end up choosing leia.

and yet you’d pulled his name. now you had to figure out what the hell you were gonna get him.

“okay, great! now, life day is in a week, and my family would usually do it the night before, so we have six days to get the gifts ready, which by the way, don’t do anything too big, we don’t have that much options here in the base, oh! and remember: don’t tell anyone who you have.”

the quartet then dispersed, going on their separate ways. you knew this was going to be a struggle. you were far closer with luke and leia then you were with han.

you and han were friends… sort of. there was constant bickering, constant flirting, it was a lot to handle, but it all honesty, you didn’t know him that well to know what he’d like. which is why you decided that you needed to talk to chewie.

you waited until later in the day, you’d seen han leave with leia, they were trying to be discreet but seemed more suspicious then anything.

you were fairly certain their was some sort of relationship there, but was unable to find any confirmation.

you approached the falcon where chewie was working. you were thankfully that you’d been studying wookie now that you didn’t have han to translate.

“chewie! hey, can i talk to you!” you asked. the wookie glanced up from his work, nodding, beckoning you over. you met him on top of the falcon, taking a seat beside him.

“so, i’m sure han’s told you all about this life day tradition that luke wanted to do.” chewie nodded.

“right. so, i.. i got han,” you mumbled, “and i have absolutely no clue what to get him, considering you’re his best friend, i thought you could give me an idea.”

chewie remained silent for a moment before giving you a toothy grin, growling softly.

“i’ve got a few ideas for you.”

— — —

“okay! i’m so excited for this, you guys, i don’t think you understand.” luke exclaimed. you were seated criss cross on the floor, han sprawled out beside you while luke and leia were seated on the couch.

“we’re excited too.” leia said with a smile. you were somewhat excited as well, but mostly nervous. you were suddenly regretting what you’d gotten him. it was already difficult as it is considering you couldn’t really leave hoth so it was left to being creative to find a good gift, plus most of chewie’s ideas were horrid, so you were on your own.

but you felt as if it wasn’t enough now, and you were terrified that he’d absolutely hate it.

“alright, who wants to start?”

“why don’t you go, luke?” you suggest, knowing he was bursting at the seams to give his gift. the blonde smiled brightly, retrieving a gift bag, passing it to the woman beside him. “happy life day, leia.” the brunette took the bag from him, pushing away the tissue paper before retrieving two books.

“i remember you telling me how interested you were in the galaxy, all the stars and stuff, i found these old astronomy books in storage and thought you might like them.”

you could tell he was nervous, but leia laughed, “i love these, luke. thank you.” she said, pulling him into a side hug, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, the young man flushing bright red.

leia then retrieved a small neatly wrapped package, handing it to the blonde beside her. your stomach suddenly dropped upon realizing that it was you who han had picked.

you felt your stomach churn nervously, trying to focus on leia and not the man laying beside you.

luke opened the wrapped package, blue eyes widening. “you didn’t!”

you furrowed your brows, “what is it?”

“don’t be shy skywalker, show us what you got.” the excited blonde reached into the box to retrieve what looked like a plaque. you and han exchanged confused looks.

“not to be that person.. but.. uh, what is it?” you asked. luke then turned it to face you and han. “it’s a plaque for my x-wing!” and so it was. displaying in a fancy sort of font was ‘general luke skywalker’

“y’know i was talking to leia a week or so ago about how i’d love some way to like personalize my x-wing, and now i have a fancy plaque!”

you couldn’t lie, seeing luke this happy over a plaque warmed your heart. he turned to leia, “thank you, i really love it.”

seeing as you and han were the only two left, it was obvious that you’d picked on another. and while you wanted nothing more than to get this done and over with, han seemed to take this opportunity to go first. he reached into his pocket, retrieving a small black box.

he passed it to you, and you took it carefully. “i couldn’t find any wrapping paper, but happy life day sweetheart.” he said to which you smiled.

you pulled open the box, a gasp slipping past your lips at the contents inside. you were speechless.

you could feel han’s eyes on you, you glanced up, meeting his gaze, “han..”

“what is it?”

carefully, you lifted up the gift. in your hand was a silver chain, and hanging on that chain was a small ring. it was intricately designed, and it looked to you as though it was handcrafted.

“i know you usually wear necklaces, but i didn’t remember until after the ring was made-“

“you made this?” the man nodded, “yeah, i had some scraps from the falcon, and i know you like the ship despite how much you pretend you don’t-“

“this is amazing, han.” you breathed, taken aback by the effort put into this gift. for once han seemed to be unable to come up with a snarky comeback, and he even-he even looked nervous.

wait a second.. was he blushing?

but now, you were nervous, passing him your gift, “now i feel like mine is kinda basic.” the man took it from you, rolling into his stomach, laying the gift before him.

once again, being absolutely dramatic, the man took ages unwrapping the somewhat large gift. you held the necklace in your closed hand, still trying to understand how he could’ve given you such a gift. it meant so much. knowing all the effort he’d put into it, it made your heart flutter.

but now your heart pounded rapidly as he had finally unwrapped your gift.

you watched his hazel eyes widen, and you feared the worst.

“did you draw this?”

slowly, you nodded. luke and leia leaned forward, both gasping at the sight.

you didn’t know what to get the man. and chewie’s ideas were far too ridiculous. so, you’d resorted to what you were good at.

drawing.

you’d sketched a picture of the falcon, and standing in front of it was leia, luke, chewie, and the captain of ship himself.

it had most definitely been your best work, and you’d framed it and everything.

“i thought you could put it in the falcon or something…”

“y’know, i just might. this is a really good drawing.” you smiled. he genuinely seemed happy about this, there was no false sense of joy.

he really liked it.

luke clapped his hands together, “i’d like to say that this was a success! we should do it again next year.”

“for once, i’m agreeing with you luke, this was kinda fun.” han agreed. “i can see this becoming a tradition.” leia added. all eyes then fell on you, and you couldn’t help but smile, “i suppose i’d been able to participate next year.”

the smile on luke’s face said it all. “happy life day, everyone!”

— — — —

you were in your quarters, seated on the couch, thinking about the events of the day. you were still in awe about han’s gift.

it was just so special.

and you had yet to put it on. you just couldn��t will yourself to do so. why? you didn’t know.

you held it in your hands, your fingertips brushing over the ring. it was so perfectly designed, and you struggled trying to imagine han solo taking time out of his day to create such a unique piece of jewelry.

a knock echoed throughout the room, catching you offguard. “come in!” you called, expecting it to be leia, but was surprised to see han enter the room.

“hey,” you greeted.

“hi.” he replied, hazel eyes darting to the necklace in your hands, furrowing his brows, “you haven’t put it on yet?”

you shook your head sheepishly. “you want me to help?” you hesitated a moment, before replying, “sure.” the man approached you, extending a hand towards you. carefully, you set the item into the palm of his hand. he then took a seat beside you, gesturing for you to turn your head.

you did so, han placed the necklace around your neck, his fingertips brushing against the nape of your neck as he clasped it.

“there we go.” the chain now hung around your neck, and you could tell how proud he was. “thank you.”

“my pleasure.” he replied, shifting slightly in his seat. “hey, can i ask you something?” the question was somewhat abrupt but you nodded nonetheless.

“why weren’t you in that picture?”

now that was unexpected. you averted eye contact, “well…” you paused, sighing, “you are far closer with those three then with me.” that was just the blatant truth. han furrowed his brows, “so that suddenly makes you not important?”

“han, i don’t understand-“

“y’know i care about you right? like a lot?” you were taken aback. “what?” you asked. “i care about you a lot.” he then rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “i know i suck at showing how i feel but…”

“our banter, our flirting. i kinda love that. and i kinda love being around you.”

a small smile spread across your lips as your fingertips brushed against the necklace around your neck. “funny, i kinda love being around you too.”

despite how you constantly played off being annoyed by him, you had never had as much fun as you did when he was around.

he scooted a little closer to you, retrieving something from his jacket pocket but you couldn’t make out what it was. he then lifted his arm, holding something above your head.

you let out a laugh at the sight. “are you serious right now?” you asked to which he nodded, a mischievous grin on his lips, “you’re sitting under the mistletoe, sweetheart. don’t ya know what that means?”

you nodded, “of course i know, han.”

“well then, why don’t we-“

he was taken aback as you leaned in, pressing your lips gently to his. he froze up for a moment, before dropping the mistletoe, his large hands cupping your face as he deepened the kiss.

it was a magical kiss. that was the only way you could describe it.

you then pulled away, “happy life day, han.”

he let out a soft chuckle, “best life day ever.” he replied before kissing you once again.

it truly was the best life day yet. you’d spent the day with your closest friends, and an unexpected romance had bloomed, and it would continue to blossom for many years to come.

#harrison ford x reader #harrison ford #harrison ford movies #young harrison ford #star wars #han solo x reader #han solo #leia organa #princess leia #luke skywalker #chewbacca #han solo fanfic #han solo imagine #empire strikes back

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oc-rp-ads · 2 years ago

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Hey! 21, I go by he/him or she/her.

Im looking for OCxCC with either George Weasley or Draco Malfoy; or OCxOC for Harry Potter.

Im also down for OCxOC with my female pirate oc: Theodora.

1x1

I would prefer someone with at least a literate writing style that can match me. I typically write 1-3 paragraphs per response.

For the OCxOC, any pairing is fine as long as its #xF, Theodora is female. I was looking for some angst that would really knock me out of the ballpark; or some hurt/comfort for Theo during/after a storm. Would be set in the 1600s/1700s so keep that in mind.

For HP: I had nothing in mind particularly, please come and throw your ideas at me if you’re interested! I would love to hear em’!

No smut, Im asexual and cannot write it, please don’t ask. Im fine with suggestive themes though.

I refuse to do any student x teacher dynamics.

Im such a sucker for shipping ocs and making headcanons, and playlists, and art and all that fun stuff.

I dont have any truly specific plots but I can dig something up or we can built something based on mutual interest.

Send me a friend request on discord and I’ll get back to you!( Teagan#0365 )

Teagan#0365

#no spice #harry potter rp #oc x cc #oc x oc #mxf #fxf #discord rp #oc rp #original character roleply

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motherstone · 7 years ago

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As promised

Just, just not like this.

#no epilogue Im afraid #but there is watercolor and that counts hah #sorry if I didnt color it fully/ink it/quality decreasing #MY ART MOTIVATION IS DEPLETING #Gabilan or Silas may be the last but Idk I cant think of a plot for them yet #so uh the angst was in the ending #based on the scene in Book 6 #didnt add her prents as this moment is focused on them alone #so yea not much angst sorry #motherstone art #max griffin #layra #I am undergoing hiatus for the moment so the comics will be on hold #exam week is coming right up and it summarizes all we learned in the entire school year #can you imagin squishing all you know in a 100 item test?? hah I dont think so #BUT MY SCHOOL TRIES ANYWAY #ugh that IS NOT a good idea #you dont know which subject to tackle first!!#hey @requester mind sending some suggestion plots??#I may draw inspiration from it #it will be a lot of help #tell me what you wanna #not this is only for the requesters before i closed the submission

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mikalara-dracula · 3 years ago

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🍿 Watching movies with Yuma—

Warning: 18+ content below; don't read if you're a minor or aren't comfortable with slight NSFW. This is a fictional work and should not be taken seriously.

Caution: Unfortunately, Tumblr has a history of admins quarreling over completing carbon copy asks due to users sending the same request(s) to multiple admins, thus, resulting in unintentional plagiarism. With this, please DO NOT send the same request to multiple blogs as it can cause unintended plagiarism discord to other blogs across Tumblr. The word “plagiarism” stems from the early 17th-century Latin word, “plagiarius,” meaning “kidnapper.” So please, do not send in the same request to multiple blogs and make admins appear to be “kidnapping” other people’s work when it isn’t their intention. If this is to occur in any of my posts, please contact me so we can work something out.

Movies with Yuma are always an adventure.

And this is determined by which movie you guys pick out to watch.

He honestly doesn’t care about genre, anything you pick out is fine.

Although, bear in mind that he will always express his opinion toward the movie no matter what it is—like he has no shame in sharing what he thinks of it.

He prefers to watch movies when no one’s around at the Mukami Mansion, mostly because he doesn’t want to deal with a certain idol-vampire interrupting or ruining the movie, or really, Yuma’s time with you.

Azusa and Ruki are known to bother him about other things as well and he just doesn’t want to deal with it, so he just prefers that they’re not around when you two plan to watch something.

He likes to sit down on the couch, and have you cuddle up next to him with a blanket wrapped around you, some of it overlapping on his lap as he’d rest an arm over your form, his feet propped up on the coffee table.

During the movie, he’s always making comments.

It be either about the main male or female role, or the plot itself.

“Damn, that girl is so dumb. Why did she do that?”

“Yuma, it’s just a movie.”

“Still—how stupid can she be?”

If a sex scene comes on, he’s going to be even more judgemental.

“He’s not doing it right.” He’d say, commenting toward the male character in the intimate scene.

“Oh my god, Yuma.”

“Hey, you know I do it better,” he’d grin, his hand going down to clutch your ass.

“Yuma!”

While you’re busy watching the movie, he might just randomly sink his fangs into your shoulder area to get a drink if he feels like it.

Likes to bring snacks for you two to share while watching the movie.

However, they’re not exactly the most appealing ones considering he brings fruit or veggies from his garden.

“But Yuma, popcorn goes better with movies.”

“My little pig should only be eating nutritious stuff, not that junk.”

Since you’re cuddled up next to him, he likes to rest his hand on your thigh, or stroke it. He might even clutch it if he wants to get a reaction out of you.

Through him touching you, you’d of course scold him because he’s distracting you from watching the movie.

“Yuma, stop it! How am I supposed to watch it with you doing that!?”

“Hm, how about we give the TV a movie of its own?” He’d smirk, his lips meeting yours, creating an intense make-out as he pushed you down onto the couch, his body hovering over yours.

Although, even though he is distracting you from watching the movie, he of course is bound to get interrupted as well, that being by his brothers.

“Yuma…?”

Slightly annoyed from interrupting his moment with you, Yuma would look up only to see a certain dagger collecting vampire. “What?”

“I can’t find… my dagger. Have you… seen it anywhere?”

Sighing, he’d suggest. “No. Try looking in your room again. That’s where you found it last time.”

“Ok…” Azusa would say walking off.

He honestly doesn’t mind Azusa too much since he just asks a simple question if needed and leaves. However, with Ruki and Kou he can be pretty annoyed.

And if it’s not one distraction it’s another.

“Yuma, make sure to help Azusa with his homework while I’m gone, otherwise he’s going to fail his first period.” Ruki would interrupt, making Yuma twitch at the idea, but still, because it was Azusa and he respected Ruki, he gave in.

“Fine, whatever, man. I’ll do it after the movie.”

“Very well. Oh and one more thing, feet off the table.” Ruki would say, referring to Yuma’s propped-up feet on the coffee table as he walked off.

Growing vexed, Yuma would retort, “Hey, this is my house too, I can-,”

“Yuma, it’s fine.” You interrupt, not wanting this to turn into an argument. “Let’s just continue watching the movie.”

He’d sigh, giving you a small grin, “Whatever you say, little pig.”

Now if Ruki giving Yuma some responsibilities is enough to slightly irk him when he’s watching a movie, you can only imagine a certain idol.

One time, Kou came back earlier than expected, and of course, he’d bother to see what you and Yuma were up to.

"Oh hey, guys! I'm back early from rehearsal." He’d say, approaching the both of you.

With Yuma not wanting to be bothered, he’d retort, "Beat it, man. We're busy."

Kou would ignore him and notice the movie you’re both watching, thus commenting, "Oh, you guys are watching a movie. What are you guys watching?"

"It's none of your business, now leave." Yuma would insist.

You’d nudge Yuma’s arm. "Yuma, don't be mean."

Turning to you, he’d say, "But babe, this our time."

"Yes, but there’s no reason to-,"

“Don’t worry about it, little maso-kitty.” Kou would interrupt. “I think we can all agree Yuma’s a little selfish.”

“Why you!” Yuma would say, attempting to attack Kou, but you’d be quick to pull him back to avoid it from happening. Kou would be quick to disappear, knowing he’d get beaten up for sure if he didn’t.

“That ass always has to ruin everything.” Yuma would hiss.

“It’s okay, Yuma.” You’d say placing a kiss on his cheek to ease the tension. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that we’re having fun.”

“Mmm, then how about we have some real fun?” He’d smirk, hinting at a certain he liked to do quite often. He’d be quick to pin you to the couch, an amused look on his face as he ogled you, his lips going to your neck to leave several kisses here and there.

A faint tint of blush rose to your cheeks. “Yuma, but we’re still in the middle of the movie.”

“Who cares!”

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers headcanons #yuma mukami #mukami yuma #diabolik lovers yuma #anime #anime requests #anime headcanons #diaboys #dialovers #diahell #diabolik brothers

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angstama · 3 years ago

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god knows you tried | manjiro (mikey) sano

pairing: bonten!mikey x reader

genre: angst

warnings: heartbreak, attempt suicide(?), original characters/manga plot (pls do not read if you haven’t read the manga D: ), mentions of religion, implied sex (no smut ok!)

summary: god knows you tried your best. if only mikey knew how hard you’re trying too then perhaps this love wouldn’t hurt as much as you thought.

words: 1823 words

a/n: i think this sucks but... i hope you enjoy it! <3

god knows you tried.

you watched the ex-toman boys eagerly catching up with takemichi quietly, hands resting against your chin as you took in the rare sight in front of you with a sad smile etched on your lips. this was the happy ending that mikey had sacrificed for everyone but himself.

“a penny for your thoughts?” mitsuya asks, plopping down next you on to the stone steps. that’s right, it’s june 19th 2018, toman’s formation day anniversary and everyone had gathered around to re-open the time capsule from twelve years ago. “hm? nothing much. just missing a particular someone.” you hummed, dragging your fingers across the ground to draw a heart. mitsuya nods understandingly, knowing not to pry any deeper anymore and for that, you’re thankful.

crouching down, you hesitantly picked up the the blue coloured envelope you left behind twelve years ago. unsure if you’d wanna read the contents of the letter your naive self written back then. with a deep breath, you slipped open the cover. revealing a photo of candid photo of you and mikey leaning on each other asleep with your mouths wide open taken by emma.

dearest y/n,

i wonder what you’re doing right now?

are you perhaps finally studying in film?

has that idiot manjiro finally proposed to you?

or are you the one who proposed to him?

“y/n, you’ll be with me for a long time right?” mikey asked, staring at the very sky that you both loved oh so very much with your hands intertwined. having grown up with each other since young had pretty much given you both the illusion that the two of you will always be a part of each other’s world. and you hoped with every inch of your heart that mikey wants it to be that way forever. “of course. you’re my heaven and home mikey. i wouldn’t go anywhere else without you by my side.” you squeezed his hand in assurance, knowing that at this very moment, mikey was at his most truthful and vulnerable self with you.

whatever it is, i hope that you’re living the happy life with him that you’ve been dreaming of.

signing off,

toman’s honorary member, y/n l/n.

everyone was silent. even hakkai who had been making fun of everyone’s letter kept quiet. the boys knew how much you loved and you still love mikey. each opting to give you the concerned and sympathetic look. you could feel you heart breaking even more for you knew you weren’t doing anything that you had hoped for back then.

you felt mitsuya’s comforting hand softly grabbing onto yours. “well that’s depressing,” you chuckled softly, wanting to get rid of the awkward tension in the air as soon as possible. “let’s grab some ramen, i’m starving.” and with that, you let your feet drag you away from the heavy atmosphere with your head hung low.

perhaps the hurt wouldn't be as painful if you weren’t the only one who knew what kind of path mikey had chosen to go down. you see, when mikey turned his back against all his closest friend, you had the privilege of staying as his only constant thanks to your stubborn nature but even with that, you weren’t enough to keep him away from his dark impulses. mikey chose the path to destruction and the only thing that you could do was watch from the sidelines and be there when he shows up at wee hours of the night to borrow your body. but you didn't mind. it was during these most intimate moments with mikey that you finally get to feel a piece of him again when he spews the words of “i love you” so effortlessly.

god knows that you tried.

“mikey those aren’t good for you.” you frowned, snatching the capsule away from his hand seconds before he could flush it down his system. “what the fuck y/n?” the angered male snaps. you felt yourself falling and back colliding against the hard ground. opening your eyes, you see mikey pining you down with nothing but void darkness in his eyes. “i’ll fucking kill you if you do it again.” mikey taunts, he was serious and you know it.

“then kill me mikey.” the words slipped out of your tongue instantly. you were tired. tired of trying. you don't know what else can you possibly do to help mikey anymore. mikey says nothing but got off you. he dusted himself and without sparing you single glance, he showed you his back again, walking out of the door where sanzu was already holding open for him. “get her home.” you heard him say.

it’s been a week since you guys opened the time capsule. nothing much had happened since then except you’ve been spending more time with hina considering how she’s often over to mitsuya’s studio for gown fitting. you admired and envy her love story with takemichi. but who were you to complain? you were lucky enough that mikey still wanted you around. so it shouldn’t hurt so much when you sae her adorning the beautiful wedding gown that mitsuya had spent months on tailoring.

you let out a tired yawn, stretching your arms above your head as you finished touching up the last few bits of editing on your laptop. you looked over at the calendar on your table, a pink heart circled over today’s date and smiled. “mitsuya, i’m gonna knock off first okay?” you announced, tidying up your table and reaching out for the bag of the familiar favourite deserts of a certain male.

mitsuya nods, “thank you for your hard work y/n”. he flashes you a smile, eye slowly trailing to the white plastic bag dangling from your side as you waved goodbye, back facing him and walking away. “you’re going to see him aren't you?” you stopped in your tracks. “i know he never left you. plus you got a bag filled with dorayakis and taiyakis. that’s pretty obvious.” mitsuya chuckles. you always knew mitsuya to be perceptive but it never once occured to you that your best friend who is also your boss would ever catch on to the secret you’ve been hiding for twelve years.

“how did yo-”

“be careful y/n.” mitsuya waves you off, going back to whatever he was doing. a fond smile creeps onto your lips as you watched mitsuya working hard. “thank you mitsuya. for everything. really,” you whispered, but loud enough for the dual dyed coloured hair boy to look up again when you walked away.

you made your way towards the secluded vip section of the club through swarms of body swaying around you until you saw the familiar tall pink haired male standing outside the golden door.

“hey sanzu,” you greeted, barely audible over the loud booming music. you were about to push the door open when sanzu towers over you immediately, denying you of your entrance. you looked at sanzu in confusion, “it’s me, y/n. i’m here to see mikey.” you said loudly, voice straining to over power the background noise. “ i know. but mikey will not be seeing anyone right now.” he retorts back.

surely mikey knew that you were visiting tonight right? after all it’s your anniversary date. you tilted your head at sanzu. not fully understanding what he’s saying. to say that you’re feeling absolutely livid would be an understatement right now. you’re too tired, angry and broken hearted to process anything anymore so you exploded. you only wanted to see your boyfriend. was that a very difficult request?

“sanzu,” you said lowly, eyes staring blankly into his and as if on cue, you brought your knees to his precious manhood before making another high kick at him, bringing him down. it was a technique that mikey had taught you when you were younger and attending martial arts lesson together with baji. god you missed baji so much.

“y/n because you’re short, you can do this instead.” mikey suggested smugly, kneeing poor baji’s little friend before swinging his legs much more harder than he intended to at baji’s profile when he bent forward. the main point was to get your opponent to lean forward so that your legs could reach high enough to create an impact on their skull. you eyes lit up in excitement, “wow! that’s so cool! let me try it!” you jumped impatiently. turning towards mikey to execute the exact same move. “wait n-! AHH,” mikey’s eyes widened, and before he knew it, you had completely knocked him over.

that day, as mikey and baji lied down with pain still intact barely moving an inch, shinchiro only gave you a thumbs up and praised you for taking down the invincible mikey. you were the only one who could do that.

“sanzu, i’ll see my boyfriend as and when i’d like to.” you said curtly, eyeing sending daggers at him lying on the ground before stepping over him to swing the door open, revealing your petite self to the other bonten’s executives and hostess who were staring at you in surprise.

you don’t see anyone else but your lover who’s currently sitting in the center with two pretty hostess sitting by his side. you don’t hesitate and begun walking towards him. “get your hands off my man.” you said calmly. there was tension in the air and from the corner of your eyes, you could see the executives slowly getting up to leave as if on cue.

“aren’t you as stubborn as always,” he raises a brow as you settled down next to him, pouring the bag of dessert on the glass table in front of you. you smile softly, grabbing a packet of taiyaki and handing it to him before grabbing one for yourself too. “happy 14th anniversary mikey.” you mumbled softly before grabbing a bite. 14 years, that was how long you two had been together for. “mhm. happy 14th anniversary y/n.” mikey hums, allowing you lean in close to him and resting your head on his chest.

you take in the scent of mikey for you knew that this is going to be the last time you’re going to be able to hold mikey close to you. you didn't want this moment to end but you were too tired to continue on and see what's going to happen the next when you go back to just another normal day. you held tightly to the gun you hid in your bag, shutting your eyes tightly.

“hey mikey,” you called out. you never thought you’d see it again but you saw a flash of endearment in his eyes when you called him. “i love you so much, promise you’ll take care of yourself alright?” you smiled warmly before pulling the gun out of your bag and putting it against your head.

god knows you tried.

god knows you did your best and now you’re going home.

bang!

#tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers #mikey x you #mikey sano #mitsuya takashi #toman #chifuyu matsuno #mikey x y/n #fanfic

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yn-ymn-yln · 3 years ago

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Hey! Hope you're doing good! (You're amazing btw.) I've noticed that there is an extreme lack of fics where the reader is disabled and, as a person who is hard of hearing, that makes me really sad. So I was hoping you could do a fic with a hard of hearing reader with one or all of the Mikaelsons! (Kol is my favorite *wink*) I don't wanna be too demanding here so you can choose the plot and such. If you need ideas then I could suggest some but I just want you to feel free to do whatever your wild heart desires 😁 If you can't do this then thats okay, I just wanted to try my luck. Have an awesome day!

This ask hurt my heart for two reasons, the first being the fact that you ARE THE SWEETEST BEAN EVER. The second because there really is a lack of disabled reader fics in this fandom (a lot of fandoms to be honest) so I tried my best to fulfill your request as accurately as I could 🧡 I hope you enjoy it 🧡

Four Senses

Kol Mikaelson x reader, Klaus Mikaelson

You were attempting to cross the street when you feel the hard planes of someone’s chest slam into you. Glancing back your eyes meet the annoyed orbs of a total stranger, who at the moment seemed to be asking you a question you couldn’t quite understand.

“I’m sorry what?” Again, the man speaks refusing to keep his head still enough for you to read his lips. It wasn’t often that you forgot your hearing aids, seeing as you were in a rush it had slipped your mind. “You need to stop moving, I can’t understand what you’re saying.” A look of confusion crosses his face before the word deaf falls off his lips and right into your line of sight. “I’m not deaf, just hard of hearing. If you speak up or stop moving this will be a lot easier.” Your tone is laced with attitude, patience growing thin with every eye roll the man sends in your direction.

Get out of my fucking way

Well then.

Shoving past you he tries to disappear from view, only to be stopped by none other than Klaus Mikaelson. Klaus looks over the man’s shoulder giving you a small wave and a devilish smirk, no doubt planning the ignorant assholes death in his mind. Your about to stop the hybrid when Kol slides his arm around your waist and turns you in the opposite direction, kissing your temple to distract you from the obvious murder going down right behind your back.

“This isn’t necessary.” The look Kol shoots you is comical, his left eyebrow raised as if to say like hell it isn’t.

A moment later Klaus steps into your peripheral vision, seemingly clean except for the drop of blood still staining his shirt collar.

“You’re both ridiculous, you know that?” Shrugging in unison the brothers begin to make their way back to the compound with you carefully sandwiched between them. Groaning inwardly, you resign yourself to the fact that Kol would never let you leave the house by yourself again. Although, if he was by your side there wasn’t much to complain about.

#kol mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #the originals #tvdu

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bus-stop-to-kpop · 2 years ago

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Sports Day (J-US x Reader)

Pairing: J-US (Lee Seungjun) x gn!Reader

Requested?: Yes

Genre: High School!au, Sports Day!au

Trigger Warning!!: Reader is anxious about embarrassing themselves

Summary: Though you tried avoiding participating, you get paired in the three legged race together with class president Seungjun.

Word Count: 1,004

A/N: Actually ONF are not on my writing list but I’m making an exception. It took me super long to write this (I’m super sorry about that), partly because I don’t really know ONF, but also because I originally went with an e2l plot and then decided to scrap the idea. The sports day idea came to me while I was reading webtoon, I hope you like it too :) - Admin J

The door to the classroom opened with a loud thud as the class president Seungjun walked inside, waving around a sheet of paper. The whole class got quiet, excited to hear what this was about.

"Everyone, sports day is in a week, so the teacher asked me to assign who will be participating in which sport."

Cheers and groans were going around the classroom equally after his announcement. Personally you weren't a fan of sports day, not because you weren't athletic but more because you didn't feel like embarrassing yourself in front of the eyes of the whole school. So you tried your best to avoid participating.

"Alright, so the last event would be the three legged race... anyone up for that?" It was quiet in the classroom, if this was a cartoon there would probably be a cricket sound effect. The class president sighed, "I guess I'll do it then, but I need someone to be my partner."

That's when it happened, one of your pencils decided to roll off the desk and cause a noise that had everyone looking at you. "Hey, Y/N isn't participating in any event yet!" Someone noticed and before you could even protest your name was already noted down next to Seungjuns.

His eyes lit up as he send you a smile, that you couldn't even return, still too perplexed about what had just happened. Then he walked back out to give the list to the teacher.

~*~ After classes were over, you were about to leave school grounds when someone called out for you. As you turned around you found Seungjun sprinting towards you. He halted next to you, gasping for air, "Y/N, since we're participating in the race together, should we practice some time?" You guessed he was right. Since you already had to participate it wouldn't hurt to practice.

"How about tomorrow after class? We can meet up on the sports field." You suggested and Seungjun agreed instantly, "I'll bring a ribbon to tie our legs. Can I walk with you for a while?" His question caught you off guard, but since you were walking in the same direction anyway you didn't mind.

"You didn't seem to be too excited about sports day, do you not like it?" Seungjun made small talk during the walk. You shrugged, "It's not that i dislike it, I'm just scared I'll embarrass myself in front of everyone." "Oh, but why would you? Sports day is about having fun, don't worry, no one will laugh about you if you make a mistake."

Well that was easy for him to say, everyone loved him. People would never laugh about him, you however would probably be like a clown show for them. "Remember Y/N, we're a team, so I'll make sure you don't have to be embarrassed!" Seungjun called out with a smile before your ways parted. ~*~ The next day you met Seungjun at the sports field as promised. When he tied your right foot together with his left, you realized how close the two of you had to be for this game. It got you nervous, but not uncomfortable, however you wondered how Seungjun was feeling about it.

"Alright should we walk up to the line there? We can start slow in the beginning." If he was affected by the close proximity he didn't show it at all. As you started practicing it went well in the beginning, but as Seungjun picked up the pace, you eventually stumbled over your feet and since Seungjun was connected with you it ended with the both of you toppled over on the ground.

"I'm so sorry." You profoundly apologized to Seungjun who was laughing. "Y/N, I'm fine, really. Are you?" He asked as he pulled you up with him, considerate of the fact that your feet were still tied together. "Yeah I'm fine." You dusted off your knee, which hurt a little bit, but it would only be a bruise.

"Ok, lets try again. How about I do this." he suggested putting his arm around your shoulder to stabilize the two of you, "this way I can make sure to catch you if you fall." It was sweet of him to ask for your consent. With this new strategy your running quickly improved and your tempo finally synched up. ~*~ When sports day came around you were beyond nervous. Sure thanks to Seungjun practice had gone well, but could you perform just as good against all the other competing teams?

"Hey Y/N, you ready?" Seungjun popped up behind you, draping one of his arms over your shoulder. He was still sweaty from participating in the soccer match and his cheeks were glowing red from exhaustion. "I guess, but are you?" handing him a bottle of water to refresh himself, he took it happily.

After drinking half of the bottle he used the other half to pour it over his head to cool down. You screeched when some of the water splashed on you as well and pushed him away lightly, while he laughed about your reaction.

Seungjun and you had gotten quite close due to training together quite a few times. You were sure that definitely helped in improving your tempo together as well.

"All students participating in the three legged race come forward!" a teacher announced through a megaphone. Seungjun and you moved forward, along with the other participants. Before the race could begin someone checked that your feet were tied together correctly.

As you were getting ready Seungjuns arm wrapped around your shoulder as practiced. The two of you nodded at each other, determined to win. After the kickoff you started running, not focusing on the other pairs around you, just as Seungjun had told you during practice.

You hadn't even realized you won until your classmates came storming over to congratulate you. However before they could reach you Seungjun had already embraced you in a bone crushing hug, "See! I told you Y/N! You won't be embarrassed!"

#onf #onf kpop #onf x reader #onf jus x reader #onf imagines #onf fanfic #onf scenarios #onf jus #kpop #kpop x reader #kpop fanfic #admin j

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callsignthirsty · 2 years ago

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Hey hey!

Thank you for reading through this post. From now on, I will only be accepting suggestions to my inbox that adhere to the following guidelines. This is to help streamline my writing process by making sure that suggestions contain all the information that I need to get writing as well as to set expectations. Without further ado, the list: 1. Do not send me suggestions when my suggestion box is closed

All suggestions sent while my suggestion box is closed will be tossed for reasons I have previously discussed(and again). You can check the status of my suggestion box in my blog and at the top of my Master List (pinned to the top of my blog).

2. Submissions to the suggestion box are just that: suggestions

I reserve the right not to write what you submit, and it can be for a multitude of reasons (none of which are personal).

3. I decide what I’m comfortable with writing

This mostly goes along with point #1. If what you are requesting makes me uncomfortable, I won’t write it. That doesn’t mean I’ll put you on blast or judge you if you submit something I’m not comfortable writing. I’m not a monster and understand that there are different strokes for different folks.

4. Be respectful when you send in your suggestions

Don’t be a dick. I’m a human being.

5. I don’t write Y/N fics, so please don’t request them

Submissions for Y/N fics will be tossed out unless the plot smacks me upside the head. In this event, the fic will be turned into a Reader fic.

6. Specify if you want a gender-neutral (GN!) Reader

Honestly, the jury is still out on this one (mostly where it comes to writing smut). My default is to write with a female (F! / AFAB!) reader in mind since I, myself, am a female reader/writer.

7. Be specific about what you’re suggesting

I’m not a mind reader. Give me some basic details (you can go into more detail if you want to) including the rating that you’re asking for.

8. Smut or no smut?

Not everyone wants to read smut, and I respect that. From now on, if you do not specify that you want smut in your fic, I will not include smut. It does not matter if you think it is implied within the suggestion, the scene will fade to black.

Happy suggesting!

#thirsty’s faq #thirsty’s guidelines #thirsty speaks #thirsty’s suggestion box #thirsty’s ask box

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roanniom · 4 years ago

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Hey Issa, my sweet honey bun! I don’t send many requests to people, so bear with me. I’ll forever wait for the day you write Kylo, but until then I’ll throw this one at you for Charlie. I had a wander through the prompt list, and I kinda liked “I’ll feel better if you let me walk you home.” with Charlie being all protective of reader, unsure if she reciprocates his feelings. And because I’m a garbage can of filth, I also loved “I’m not made of glass. You won’t break me.” if you wanted to move into smut. I hope this gets the creative juices flowing? Take your time, no pressure ever! 💕💕💕

@paper-n-ashes as you know I have been holding onto this and chipping away at it steadily for FOREVER so I can get it just right for you, so I hope you enjoy it, my love <3

Push

Charlie Barber x Reader

Word Count: 6,862

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, PIV sex / unprotected sex, light light light choking (not even really), mention of infidelity (just canon from Marriage Story plot), a lil post-divorce angst/lack of confidence

The above photo is Charlie Barber, 1-year post divorce. He’s been working out as a form of anger management and because Henry, over many late night phone conversations, has shared his new love of hiking, a pastime he’s picked up since living in LA. Charlie plans to take Henry hiking on the Appalachian trail next summer break and wants to be on tip top shape to keep up with his enthusiastic son.

He’s been to therapy. Learning more about what went wrong in his marriage, but more specifically learning about how he can become a better person in the aftermath. How infidelity and self-interest were born of a deep-seated need for a love that he was not receiving. A love that was no closer to him prior to his indiscretions but all the same rendered unreachable as a result. He’s given himself time to grieve the man he’d thought himself to be. Because that is what had died with his marriage - not Charlie Barber himself. But the Charlie Barber he’d built in his mind. A man limited by support that came with conditions, love that came with caveats. That Charlie was a father and a husband. He was often suppressed, wound tight, on edge.

This Charlie is a father and a man. He is free to celebrate his own success without fear of wounding nearby egos. He’s limited only by what he feels he deserves. And granted sometimes those self-imposed limitations can really hold him down, as they did when he vowed not to jump into any further entanglements - affairs or otherwise - in the time immediately following his divorce. But that limitation was ultimately beneficial. It gave him space to be alone - with himself, for himself. He was able to finally see his own flaws with his own eyes instead of having them recited back to him by another, as if through a crude, second hand reflection. And in seeing these flaws, he also saw the virtues. Charlie was actually starting to like himself again.

And this is when he meets you.

You storm into his life with an energy he doesn’t recognize, introduced at a party by a friend of a friend, filling his senses with your too-loud-laughter and too-bright-eyes. In many ways that’s how he sees you: too much. Your enthusiasm makes you appear too young, though in truth you’re not that much younger than him. Your smile makes you appear too beautiful, though in truth there are often much more conventionally attractive women in the room at any given time.

“Charlie. Charlie Barber,” Charlie mutters as he shakes your hand. Its warm in his larger one and he’s suddenly a little self-conscious of the fact that he’d been holding his sweating scotch on the rocks just moments before the contact.

“Hello Charlie-Charlie Barber,” you reply with a massive grin, shaking his hand back vigorously and with seemingly no reaction to its clamminess. “The famous director, I assume?”

Charlie clocks the quirk of your eyebrow. A tease. A social cue he’s not used to. Not these days. He looks down at his worn tennis shoes, all too aware all at once of the way they dress down his sweater and jeans. He feels rumpled next to you and he’s not sure he likes it. You’re too put together.

You’re too honest, too fearless, too open to new things. Though Charlie’s beginning to grow, your presence reminds him of how stunted he’d been in his marriage. How the same old restaurants, the same old clothes, the same old glass of the same old scotch had become items of comfort for him, talismans of a previous life that he clung to for some semblance of familiarity. Around you, however, those same old things looks dull and uninspired. Quite the opposite of you.

You are the one to ask him out, though he’s not even really aware that it’s a date at all when he arrives. That’s how much he doesn’t see you coming. His affair had been one of convenience. An opportunity to blow off excess steam, and a pretty disappointing one at that, with neither party really find what they were chasing. His marriage had grown cold long before it had ended. All of this to say that Charlie wasn’t very familiar with warmth. With interest that occurred in the light of day, and attention that was given without anything sought in return.

You’re halfway through lunch before you realize that he doesn’t understand your intentions. So you explain them to him. Clear and empty of any pretense. You are attracted to him and interested in getting to know him further. It’s simple, really. He’s shocked by your openness and the absence of any games. In another life he’d once assumed that a relationship without strife, without agony, without strategic tug of war would be one without passion. However, as he soon learns while taking you out on the second date, that he couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

Over dinner this time he finds himself getting lost in your micro-expressions. Finds his eyes lingering on the animated way you gesture, finds his words getting twisted in his tongue as your gaze weighs on him, expectant and waiting for a response to some question. His bodily responses to your attention are no less potent in the absence of angst. In fact, he is surprised to find that his yearning practically triples when you part ways and he realizes not once had he been made to feel like he had to prove something, or fight, or challenge.

He learns over time that you challenge him in other ways. Challenge him when it comes to picking restaurants outside his comfort zone. Challenge him by dragging him, mid-lunch date, on a shopping trip with you, a trip where you gently help him to finally replace the worn out tennis shoes to which he’d been clinging. Challenge him by laughing with him, not at him, even when the subject of the humor is himself. Your laughter is lighter, more carefree, than he is used to. Then again, he’s not used to being around someone like you.

He kisses you after the third date – the lunch-turned-shopping trip. It’s quick and it’s light, on the curb before an intersection on the East Side, right before you both are about to walk in separate directions. You say nothing when he pulls away. Just smile and turn on your heel, already headed to your next destination. It drives Charlie crazy over the next few days. Not because he assumes you have some hidden agenda. On the contrary, he’s horrified that your interior thoughts match your exterior actions. You have been nothing but honest with him. It is Charlie who has been oscillating wildly in his mind. Between thoughts of how much it might hurt if you turn out to be too good to be true and thoughts of how much he’d love to feel your body on his. To explore the mouth you use so effortlessly to tease him, to compliment him, to charm him. You speak kindness like pleasantries, as if affirmations and praise were as easy to dole out as a cheery “good morning” on a stress-free Saturday. Charlie wants to know what you’re like on a Saturday. Away from the bustle of the city. Away from the common friends and the crowded shops and restaurants that have buffered all of your encounters.

But Charlie’s still afraid.

On your fourth date Charlie is more reserved when you arrive at the restaurant. You break the ice by pointing out that the formality of your dates is beginning to feel silly.

“Maybe it’s the fact that the tables have tablecloths,” you joke, swirling your pasta around a fork. “Or maybe it’s the fact that I’ve never repeatedly had meals with someone I wasn’t already in a relationship with.”

Charlie prickles at the implication, taking a labored swallow of ice water. He doesn’t want to comment on the relationship part of your sentiment so he chooses something more neutral.

“Should I remind you that two of these meals have been at your suggestion and you did, in fact, also plan them as meals.” He relaxes a bit when you laugh heartily at that, relieved that the conversation doesn’t get any more dicey.

“Touché,” you reply. Then you lean forward and whisper conspiratorially at him across the small table. He feels himself lean in, curious but also looking for a chance to just get closer in proximity. He wishes he’d had the courage to sit next to you rather than across from you when he’d first sat down. “Feeling adventurous enough to let me pick where we go after this tonight?”

And Charlie feels adventurous. Adventurous as he lets you whisk him across town and to your favorite arcade bar. Adventurous as he passes you a large handful of quarters he got from the little machine at the front, only to grasp your fist in his when he miscalculates how much of his handful you’d be capable of taking, narrowly avoiding a massive spill of loose change on the floor. Adventurous as he orders a couple of beers and lets you show him your favorite game, Burger Time – a silly little maze game where you collect burger ingredients. Adventurous as he shows you his favorite game, which is pretty much any pinball machine known to man.

“Yours looks cooler than mine,” you huff, walking over to the pinball machine he’s playing once you abandon the one that was definitely broken. Or at least that’s how you justify so many consecutive, immediate losses. Charlie laughs and pulls back the plunger but doesn’t release, effectively pausing his game.

“You wanna try it?” Charlie ushers you in front of him and puts your hand on the plunger beneath his, careful not to release it in the process. “The key is anticipating where the ball will go. It’s all about patterns after a while.”

“Then why does it seem so random?” you ask, looking up at him over your shoulder.

“You just haven’t played enough yet. Over time you can predict what will happen if the ball hits a certain corner. Where it will go if it ricochets juuust right at the last second.”

“Sounds fake but I’ll let you prove it to me,” you say with a laugh, focusing your attention back on the machine.

“We’ll let go in one…two…three.” When you feel the pressure of his hand let up you let go as well, letting him guide both your hands immediately to the buttons on the side of the machine.

For as great as his theory of pinball predictability is, he probably underestimates your ability to suck. Because you do, hard. But you laugh the whole way through, and you never quit. Never turn to him in frustration asking to do something else or even to leave. Instead you keep feeding quarters into the machine and bringing your hands back under Charlie’s on the machine. And no matter how shitty you are, you always at least try to focus.

Charlie, meanwhile, is having a very hard time focusing on anything that isn’t your body. His hips bracket your ass in this helpful position he’s adopted, and he feels your pressure against his pelvis with every enthusiastic wriggle and little jump of frustration that you take in response to the game. When he makes the unfortunate mistake to look down over your shoulder at one point he’s met with a direct view of your cleavage, exposed as it is in your low-cut blouse. Charlie begins to sweat and it has nothing to do with how packed the arcade is or with the exertion of gaming. When he remembers that the arcade is also a bar, he excuses himself to get more beer, hoping that one will cool him off and cool him down.

You dazzle him with a smile thrown over your shoulder when he approaches with the two fresh bottles, and he’s not prepared for how the sight of your face almost knocks him back on his ass.

“Charlie! I did better this time!” He chuckles at your enthusiasm.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, handing you your beer which you sip gratefully.

“I lasted a few more minutes than last time,” you elaborate proudly. “So I’d say that means I now qualify as a pinball wizard.”

“Move over Elton John,” Charlie says with a smirk. You slap him in the shoulder and immediately engage him in a spirited discussion of whether the Elton John movie version of “Pinball Wizard” was better than The Who’s version from the original album. However, after a few minutes Charlie realizes he’s lost in thought. Lost in your voice. Lost in your expressions. Lost in you.

When it finally comes time to leave the arcade, the night drawing much later than it had on your previous nighttime date, Charlie’s scared he’ll be lost without you. The two of you walk together for a couple of blocks before you reach that similar intersection. The place where you part ways.

“I think we really turned around that formality thing, don’t you?” you ask him, turning to Charlie and leaning back against the column of a pedestrian sign. Charlie moves into your space, swallowing his hesitation.

“I don’t know, I began to feel a little unworthy when you ascended past the role of pinball wizard.”

“Oh did I get a promotion?” You ask, tipping your head back so you can look up at him as he steps closer.

“The word wizard conjures up images of wizened old man,” Charlie says dismissively, as if that clears up everything.

“So if you’re saying I don’t remind you of a wrinkled old Merlin – to which might I say, shocker – then what exactly is my new title.”

“One that fits you inside and out.” Charlie braces a hand against the column above your head, his other in his pocket. His head dips down so that it’s closer to your face despite your height difference. You feel warm despite the slight chill in the air.

“And that would be Pinball….?” you prompt.

“Goddess,” he completes the title before pressing his lips to yours. His hands remain on the column and in his pocket until you reach forward and grab a fistful of his sweater, pulling him to you. Then his hands are at your waist, pushing you back into the column. His tongue is in your mouth and your hands are in his hair and he can’t breathe. But he doesn’t want to. He wants to suffocate, wants to asphyxiate on you and the way he feels so tethered to this moment, this intersection, this place where you cannot part ways.

When you break apart to, in fact, breathe, your chest heaves and your smile is radiant.

“As far as kisses goodnight go, I’d say that was top tier,” you say on a laugh. Suddenly Charlie’s throat is constricting and he has to fight his facial muscles to keep from frowning as his hands tighten on your waist.

“That wasn’t a kiss goodnight. Not yet.”

“Any longer and it’ll be a kiss good morning, sir. Have you seen the time?” Your tone is joking. You call people ‘sir’ all the time. It’s a weird quirk of yours, like calling someone dude or pal. But Charlie can feel himself choking on the word, as well as the implications of a ‘kiss good morning.’ All of a sudden he feels like if he could have only one more thing before dying, that’s what he’d ask for. But then he kicks himself internally for being so fucking dramatic and he fiddles with the hem of your shirt.

“Exactly. It’s late.

You survey him from under your eyelashes with a small smile.

“I’ve made this walk many times.”

“It’s dark.”

“I’ve made this walk in the dark many times.”

“I’ll feel better if you let me walk you home.”

Charlie’s heart clenches. Before he can overthink, you’ve ducked out of his hold, grasped his hand and started pulling him down the street.

“C’mon Charlie, hurry up. You’d keep a goddess waiting?” you toss back at him over your shoulder. But in truth it was taking all of Charlie’s self control and the fact that he didn’t know the way to your place to keep him from throwing you over his shoulder and breaking into a full sprint.

~*~

Your place is exactly like you. Eclectic, warm, inviting. There is a moment, as you pull off your coat and turn away to place it and Charlie’s on a coat rack, when Charlie feels much too big for the space. Like he’s some kind of giant invading the home of a sweet little wood nymph. But then his little wood nymph is grabbing him by the front of the shirt and dragging him to a bedroom and the worries fade right out the window.

At first Charlie is gentle with you. His hands ghost over your body as you kiss him beside your bed. When you push him to sit down on the edge of the mattress and step between his open legs to kiss him with a different height dynamic his heart just about jumps clear out of his chest. He hasn’t done this – hasn’t touched or been touched – in so long. The affair had been transactional, just the mechanical motions of sexual gratification. Sex with Nicole, before it stopped, had been even colder, almost as if she had been begrudgingly completing some unwelcome chore.

You, however, are like fire beneath Charlie’s fingers. Your skin, your lips – everything is so warm it feels like you’re too hot to touch. But Charlie would rather risk burning up than to not become accustomed to the feel, the shape, the substance of you. He smooths over your body with a reverential softness, his muscles tense with restraint so as to keep from accidentally pushing you too far too fast. To keep from handling the way that, deep down, he desperately needs.

When your lips suddenly leave his, his brow furrows in frustrations. Before he can open his eyes a soothing finger smooths the furrow away, sliding down the bridge of his nose to press against his kiss-swollen lips. Charlie opens his eyes with a question present in them and you cock your head to the side.

“You’re tense. Like you’re holding back.” The statement isn’t accusatory but it isn’t a question. Charlie takes a shaky breath, unsure about how much he should say. Would his desperation read as too dramatic? Too undesirable? Would his enthusiasm come across as pushy or dominating? His brow must furrow again because your hand moves back up, finger pressing out the wrinkles. He shrugs.

“It’s been…a while for me. I didn’t want to come across as too…much.”

You laugh then and yet again Charlie is struck by how strange it is that you can laugh in his face directly in response to something he’s said without making him feel like you are laughing at him.

“I’m not made of glass. You won’t break me, Charlie.”

“You’re sure about that?” Charlie huffs out with a little chuckle. You give him a smirk and say your next words up against his lips.

“Try me.”

You probably were expecting him to require more cajoling. You probably were expecting him to gradually ease into something more. But Charlie takes you by surprise, grabbing you and pulling you onto the bed with him, rolling so that you’re laid out beneath his body, all the while maintaining hungry possession of your mouth. His body finds its place between your legs and you gasp at the feeling of how huge he is. How hard and insistent against your softness. He drinks from you like a man whose thirst can not be quenched. His hands find purchase on your waist and he squeezes. So hard you’re sure you’ll bruise. You smile against his mouth with the realization that you look forward to watching them bloom later.

Since Charlie seems too preoccupied with groping and making out with you, it is you who eventually takes the next step, beginning to pop open the buttons on your blouse one by one. When Charlie feels the motion of your hands between your bodies he ultimately pulls back to investigate, mouth dropping open at the slow reveal of the lingerie you’re wearing beneath. His hand shoots out to caress the delicate lace of your bra, teasingly not applying any pressure to the breast beneath.

“Do you wear things like this often?” Charlie’s voice is already rough as he asks this. You shrug.

“Whenever I want to feel sexy.”

“You wanted to feel sexy while out with me?” Charlie asks, lifting an eyebrow.

“You made me feel sexier than the lace, Mr. Barber,” you say with a smile before leaning up to capture his lower lip between your teeth. He groans and moves to practically swallow you whole. You’re entirely foreign to him. Enthusiasm, amusement, and enjoyment bundled up into one devastatingly sexy package. There’s no shame in your movements, no angst in your eyes. Just humor. Only an unabashed pursuit of pleasure. And if it’s pleasure you want, it’s pleasure you’ll get.

Charlie now aids you in the process of removing the rest of your garments, so it goes much quicker. When you move to pull off your bra, however, he catches your wrist in his massive hand.

“No…can these stay on?” Your eyebrows shoot up but you notice the way that Charlie is gazing at you with eyes slightly hazy and tongue running over his lips.

“This doing it for you, Charlie?” you tease, shimmying a bit. Charlie’s answer is sincere regardless as he dips his head down to sample the plush skin at the line of your cleavage.

“You have no idea.”

“So you’re a lingerie man, huh?” When you ask he stops to think for a second because, truly, he had never considered himself that way before. He’d never had any reason to. Sure lingerie models in magazines were hot, but it’s not a specific fantasy he’d ever explored previously.

But the sight of you here, strategically covered in lace and laid out beneath him pretty as a picture has him so hard he feels like a teenager unable to control himself. So, as you had urged him, he doesn’t.

“I might be. But really, I’m just enamored by these tits.” His teeth sink into your flesh and you sigh, especially when his tongue comes out to lave warmly at the spot. He moves down your body then, peppering kisses to the exposed skin of your stomach, sliding until your inner thighs rest against the sides of his face and his hands dip below you to squeeze your ass. “Although I feel like this might end up being my favorite part.” He says this last part directly into your clothed cunt, his lips just barely ghosting over the fabric with his words.

You wiggle a bit in his grasp, loving the answering way his fingers dig into your soft flesh. Your fingers card into his lush hair, tugging lightly at the roots, a feeling that shoots through his body and straight to his rock hard member. The way he discretely ruts against the mattress in response does not go unnoticed by you, so you drop a hand under his chin to tip his face back up to look at you.

“Will you fuck me, Charlie?” Your voice is clear and bright. Not playing coy and requiring any convincing. Just asking for something you want. And the hunger in your eyes seems unmistakable, though it still feels to good to be true. Charlie drops his gaze back down to the wet spot forming in your panties before looking back up and practically pouting.

“I’d like to taste you,” he counters. A brilliant smile breaks out across your face at the sound of that but you shake your head.

“There’ll be time for that later,” you argue, tugging on his shoulder to get him back on top of you. “If you don’t get inside me right now I’ll die.”

Charlie almost misses that last part because he’s still stuck on the first part. There’ll be time for that later. The possibility of later squeezes at Charlie’s hard and it’s only after a few echoing seconds that he’s able to process the rest of your statement with a delayed, choking laugh.

“Is someone getting dramatic on me?”

“Not yet, but I will if - ”

“If I don’t get inside you?” Charlie completes the statement in the exact moment a hand drops between your thighs and presses against the soaked fabric covering your slit. You inhale sharply.

“Exactly.”

“I didn’t take you for someone who was pushy in bed,” Charlie says good naturedly, swiping his fingers up the line of you to end with a swirl over where he assumed – correctly – your clit was. You tilt your pelvis to maximize his pressure before surging up to kiss him long and hard.

“I’m actually not. Not really,” you say breathlessly when you finally pull away and drop back down onto the pillows. You stretch luxuriously, almost like a kitten in the sun under his piercing gaze, the movement of your hips bumping his hand to rub you even better. Running your hands up and down the big, strong arms that cage you in and support him, you kiss his shoulder. “I’ve been hoping you would be.”

Suddenly your wrists are being pinned down above your head by one of Charlie’s hands. He’s got your legs open wide with his body sinking against you, hard and heavy.

“Pushy? You want me to be pushy?”

You grin big and wide at him.

“Yeah. Take charge like I know you want – oh!” You’re cut off by the welcome sensation of stimulation as Charlie’s hand drops inside your panties to slide around in your waiting slick. Without the barrier of the fabric between you, the feeling of your velvety slipperiness is enough to make him loose a growl.

He’s not hesitating and he’s not teasing anymore. Charlie has been waiting for this moment. He’s been waiting to care. Been waiting to feel. And what’s heightening the experience even more is the look on your face, the way your lips are parted and the way you gaze up at him longingly, expectantly. Providing all the evidence he needs to prove that you want this too. He wants you and you want him – what a novel idea. There are no angles or obligations, but also no shame or secrecy.

“Well if you wanted me to take charge you should have said so earlier,” he says, the corner of his lip quirking a bit as he dips two fingers inside your soaking cunt, not bothering to start with one. You gasp at the sudden intrusion. The stretch is a lot, but it is everything. Charlie sees the enjoyment register on your face, discomfort melting away almost immediately, and he begins to pull them slowly in and out to massage your walls.

“Maybe – ahh – maybe I should have,” you reply.

“Should I have caused a scene in the arcade?”

“Yes – fuck!” During an inward thrust Charlie curls his fingers up this time, rubbing against that spot in your upper wall that previous guys barely even knew was there. Before you know it he’s adding a third finger and you’re beside yourself. Charlie is elated to see how easily your body responds to his ministrations, how free you are with your reactions. He leans to down to suck a mark over your collar bone while his thumb meets your clit in tandem with his other thrusting fingers.

“You knew what you were doing when you kept rubbing that pretty little ass back into me while I taught you pinball.” His words rumbling against the skin of your throat.

“You made it so easy.”

“And you made it so hard,” Charlie counters, humor very present in his voice. You gasp out a laugh and try to tug your wrists from his grasp, but he doesn’t let you. Just keeps you pinned down as he continues to finger fuck you nice and slow.

“So impatient. I should have known. You’ve been impatient all night, haven’t you?” You whine out affirmations and screw your eyes shut as the pressure starts to build to a crescendo. Charlie picks up speed, his voice growing deeper as he continues. “Wanted me to fuck you on the pinball machine in front of everyone, didn’t you?”

You gasp and toss your head back against the pillows at that, hips bucking involuntarily. Charlie’s nose glides along the perimeter of your jaw, breathing in the scent of you as you fall apart. He’s never felt so powerful as he does with the feeling of your muscles tensing up under his fingertips. Never had the inspiration or audience for such language, but as you shiver and respond to his words, a surge of pride fills him and all he wants to do is dangle you over the edge over and over again.

“Charlie…” His name is a whimper when it falls from your lips. You’re so close. He feels it. So he pushes his fingers deep inside you, curling up with the motion, just as he sweeps one, two, three final circles into the throbbing bud of your clit.

You crest and you break against the tide of your orgasm, plummeting down from such heights you didn’t know you could reach from simple fingering. But there’s nothing simple about Charlie, the man who had been broken and put back together, only to find you, the universe’s overly generous reward for his perseverance.

Charlie’s slightly (unfocused) eyes focus on your heaving chest as you finally descend from the orgasm, but you’re the one to break the spell. Impatient is the perfect way to describe you as you wrap your legs around his middle and hook your ankles to trap him against you. You lunge up to arrest his mouth in a kiss. It’s sloppy, but just enough to distract him so that you can pull your wrists from his grasp. Once free you push him gently to the side so that you’re both rolling over, mouths still attached. He comes to rest on his back with you straddling him.

Charlie blinks up at you, taking in the way your breasts bounce in their bra cups as you busy yourself with the task of removing his clothes. He hadn’t even realized he was still in them until you began unbuttoning and pulling and pushing. Your impatience is clear once again in the way you divest him of the frustratingly excessive material and he finally gets the memo that he should help you.

With his pants and underwear pulled off and discarded, as well as the button up shirt that you had come to love as his signature look, you rest your palms flat on the plane of his chest. You’re still in your lingerie, as he had requested, only it is now beautiful askew. Your breasts now strain out of the cups, having been jostled into almost spilling out with your change of position. Your panties are sopping wet and stretched from his vigorous fingering and the evidence of your orgasm.

You’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

But you become even more beautiful when you wrap your hand around his aching cock, lifting up on your knees as you do so. Your fists slides up and down, up and down and he watches it, mesmerized, until you lean forward to catch his eye.

“What should I do, Charlie?”

Your face is soft and open. You’re asking for him to continue taking the lead. And Charlie realizes right then and there that he will never want to disappoint you. Snapping out his daze he lets his fingers dig into your flesh where his hands curl around your hips.

“Sit down on my cock, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart.

The term of endearment is so sugary. He’s called his son that, but never a lover, casual or otherwise, and never during the first time. Your face, however, lights up and you do as you’re told, sinking down onto his long, hard length. The impact draws a moan from both of your throats followed by gasped phrases spoken over one another.

“You’re so big!”

“You’re so tight!”

You both laugh at the overlap but laughter turns to groans as you roll your hips experimentally. After a few moments of this, it appears that Charlie becomes the impatient one finally.

“Ride me,” he spits through gritted teeth. Your nails imprint half moons in his skin as you clench at his tone, not quite hearing the words. Charlie sucks air through his teeth at the squeeze.

“What?”

“Ride me. I need you to fucking ride me.” You can tell that he’s trying to remain cool and collected, but his brow is furrowed and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth.

So you do as he says. You lift up and drop down, feeling the length of his cock slide through your sheath with a speed that you set, establishing a rhythm that has your toes curling. You let out a particularly shameless moan and Charlie opens his eyes. They widen immediately upon seeing that you’re clutching and squeezing at your own breast with one hand while grabbing onto his hip to stabilize you with the other. The sight alone of your face, screwed up in pleasure, flips a switch in Charlie and suddenly he is thrusting up into you without mercy.

“Charlie!” you cry out, both from surprise at the increased jostling and from how tremendously good it feels.

“I should have fucked you in the arcade. I would have if I had known how good you feel.”

“I – oh fuckfuck – knew,” you barely get out. Charlie hoists you back so that he’s sitting up with his back against the headrest now. The position gives him more leverage and power so he can lift you up and down his cock, bouncing you now with a rhythm that vibrates through your entire being.

“What was that, sweetheart?” Charlie asks, engulfing one of your breasts in his huge hand. The added sensation is perfect, but not quite enough. You wonder if you can coax more.

“I knew you would feel good.” You reach down to the base of his cock, encircling it as much as possible with it’s girth, and fisting upward just as he pulls you up, therefore maximizing the squeeze on his length. Charlie inhales abruptly and drops you back down.

“Little Miss Know-it-all, are you?” His voice is harsh and it sends a thrill throughout your body. Before you can respond, you’re pushed and yanked around, losing your grip with the motion.

“What - ?” Charlie’s hand on your throat quiets you. Not because he’s truly squeezing, but because the solid warmth of his hand causes you to squeak your way to silence. His adjustments now find you pulled up to the edge of the bed, legs spread and pushed back, with Charlie standing between them. Bent over, he grounds himself with one hand on your throat and one on your hip, positioning his tip back at the entrance to your weeping cunt. You expect him to slam his hips forward, to impale you with his cock, but he pauses with the swollen head just inside your folds.

“This okay?”

This power and control, the way he is manipulating your body for your pleasure and his own – he loves it. It’s so new and yet something he now wonders how he ever did without. But he also feels the need to check in and make sure that you’re still with him. The nod you give, the sparkle in your eye, and the quirk of your lips is all it takes to convince him and then he is plowing forward, slamming himself back in again and again. You let out a full throated moan and Charlie revels in the way your eyes roll all the way back.

He wonders what else will make you do that. What else will make your eyes roll back and your toes curl and your teeth sink into your bottom lip? He wonders, as his hand presses softly into the contours of your throat, what it would feel like to squeeze a little harder, and if the pressure would make you even more desperate for him. He wonders if you like a little pain with your pleasure, as he has long suspected he might enjoy, though has never truly had the chance to confirm.

But there will be time for that.

So now, he does his best to focus in on the sounds you release. Sounds of delight and surprise and sensual thrill. He coaxes you to your second climax and you don’t fight it. You don’t demure or wait for him or hesitate. Instead you unapologetically allow yourself to get lost in the pleasure he’s built for you, seizing and quaking beneath him without shame.

The sight and feeling are so beautiful he can’t help but follow soon after, pulling out and allowing releasing all over the bra and panties you had so generously left on for him. The sight of his seed landing on the delicate lace, as you lay beneath him fucked out and smiling, causes another tremor to rock through him, and he finds that he’s still cumming long after he usually would have finished.

Charlie finds himself in a daze in the immediate aftermath of his release. He looks around for something to clean you with, and when you notice you point out a box of tissues on the desk. After he’s done his best to wipe you up, you give him a kiss on the cheek. The mundane intimacy of the act makes him blush all the way to the hidden tips of his ears. It is absurd because you had just had sex, however the press of your lips to his skin seemed to seal the deal. This was not transactional. It was something more, Charlie can’t help but think to himself as you get up from the bed and skip to the bathroom.

In your absence Charlie again registers the smallness of your room. How large – out of place, maybe – he is amongst your delicate things. He pulls on his underwear and sits back down on the mattress, unsure.

Unsure about your expectations. Unsure about whether or not you’d want him to leave. Or stay.

Before he can make a decision in either direction you are bounding back into the room, a smile on your face. Your face is freshly washed and you’re in a faded, oversized tank top, having divested yourself of your abused lingerie. Charlie swallows at the sight of your breasts, free and outlined beneath the soft fabric. He adjusts his hands in his lap. No need to let you see him getting worked up again so soon like some horny teenager. You don’t seem to notice, instead slipping easily into bed beside him, shimmying under the covers and patting the space beside you so that he does the same.

So stay he will.

Once you’re both comfortable and situated, you slide into his arms, drawing them around your body without a question or seemingly a second though. Much like the way you’d slid into his life, Charlie thinks ruefully, nuzzling his face into the top of your head as you tuck in beneath his chin.

“Charlie?”

“Hm?”

“I know you always go to that diner on 15th for breakfast,” you begin, and Charlie’s heart spasms. Both at the thought of breakfast with you and the fact that you so casually know details about him. About his likes and his habits. He pulls you in a little tighter and nods his head.

“Yeah?”

“Would you mind if I show you a new place in the morning? I think you’ll really like it.”

And Charlie laughs. Because of course you’d want to push him out of his comfort zone. It’s what you do – push him to try new things. Push him to do things he wouldn’t usually consider. Push him to be the man he’d been working so hard for the past year to be.

“Yes, but I’m not changing the way I order my eggs,” he grumbles with humor, kissing the crown of your head. “Not yet.”

~*~

The next morning you order first, and you’ve never had breakfast with Charlie before, so when he asks for the same dish, you can’t possibly know that this is his first time ordering eggs Florentine.

As you both laugh and eat and sip coffee in the outdoor seating area of the quaint café you’d picked, fingers intertwined between you on the wrought iron table, you also can’t know that this is the happiest Charlie has felt in ages.

But he makes it his mission, right there and then, to do everything in his power to make you feel the same.

~*~

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divinerulerluvr · 4 years ago

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Pretty Girl

You and Detective Colin Zabel are on an undercover mission when you guys get a little more than friendly.

Request - maybe they’re at a bar undercover and then they have to kiss/make out to sell their characters and then they got horny so they do it in the bathroom or at the car or anywhere but all the while still being undercover ;)

Pairing - Colin Zabel x fem!reader

Words - 2.4k (to make up for a lack of words on recent writing)

Warnings - smut, drinking, bathroom sex, murder mention, gun and knife mention, light language

A/N - I tried to mix some fluff into here but there is a plot to this so it isn't just porn but porn with a plot. Anyway, enjoy :) Ps this is not really proof read either.

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The bar was loud with chatter as you and Colin walked in. You were both dressed in fancy nightclothes to make it seem like you two were on a date of some type.

You guys were undercover by instruction from Mare to act as a couple on a date in this bar to not blow your cover when in reality, you two were eavesdropping on one of the suspicious bartenders working.

Sitting down at the bar, Colin orders two shots of Jameson whiskey to seem “normal” as he put it. He hands one to you, his eyes lingering on you as you down the shot in hopes to make this night go easier. Pretending to be dating your coworker would be quite the task.

He takes his own shot, his tongue running over his lips as he sets the small glass down. “How do you wanna do this, big shot?” you ask him, the nickname playing off of the fact he was considered the best detective around. Having solved a few cold cases.

Colin chuckles, his eyes falling down onto the countertop of the bar. “We just gotta… openly flirt. Somethin’ like that,” he shrugs.

You smile, scratching your eyebrow as you consider it. “You do look very pretty tonight,” he compliments, his voice raised just a bit from his previous soft tone. You chuckle, shaking your head. “God,” you mutter to yourself.

“What?” he says, an endearing smile on his lips. “It's just, you- my coworker- saying I look pretty on a fake date is oddly comedic to me,” you say, making sure you say it quiet enough so nobody but Colin could hear.

“Well, get used to it,” he replies, making you feel oddly embarrassed. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see the suspicious bartender walking in view, standing behind the bar only a few spots down from you and Colin.

“Touch me,” you whisper to Colin. His eyes snap over to you, a look of shock on his face. “My hand or something,” you clarify.

He nods, grabbing your hand in his to try and better convey that he was your boyfriend. “Act tipsy,” you tell him right before you wave down the bartender who you were here to spy on. “Hey, hey. Hi,” you say to the man as he walks over to you.

You put on a dazed smile to play the tipsy role better. “Two, um… two…” you turn to Colin to let him finish your sentence to make it seem like you were relying on him.

“Two shots of Grey Goose vodka,” Colin finishes, choosing a different and stronger alcohol than before. Both you and Colin knew this bartender guy-- whose name was Gabriel-- was suspected of the murder of a drunk girl from this very bar.

If you pretended to be drunk, maybe you’d be appealing enough to him to catch him and get enough proof to put him in jail. Where he should go.

The bartender’s eyes stay on just yours as he nods, completely ignoring how Colin was the one who said the type of alcohol they wanted. Gabriel goes and grabs the vodka, soon returning and pouring two shots.

He walks away, and you wink at Colin before clinking your shot to his, tilting your head back as you swallow the fiery alcohol.

“I thought you wanted us to say sober and yet you order vodka,” you comment, setting the empty shot glass down as he drinks his shot. He smiles but presses his lips together to hide it, the small detail making you smile in turn.

“It’s good vodka,” he says simply.

“It is good vodka,” you agree.

The two of you talk quietly, keeping an eye out for Gabriel as he works. You notice a drunk girl on the other end of the bar that he was eyeing as well.

You and Colin were just a bit tipsy, but still able to think clearly. You start laughing randomly as Colin talks, causing him to stop and stare at you with a confused smile. “What’s so funny?” he asks.

“N-Nothing,” you say, calming yourself down from your laughing. Your hand rests on his knee, your hair falling in front of your face. “You just, you don’t pronounce your ‘G’s when you speak,” you finish.

He grins widely, the fact that you found the way he spoke so amusing making him smile. “You don’t say your ‘T’s when you speak,” he replies playfully.

You laugh, suddenly very aware of your hand placement. You weren’t sure if you should awkwardly pull your hand away or keep it there. Colin didn’t seem to mind, but you went for the latter and made it seem like you were just going to scratch your face.

“You think it looks like we’re dating?” he asks you.

Taking a second to think, your eyes fall back onto his as a probably not so good idea pops into your head. “We could kiss,” you suggest.

His eyes widen, a soft blush spreading over his cheeks at your words. You both were too tipsy to notice how bad this could end. So instead, he just leans in and kisses you gently. You kiss back, shocked he actually agreed to your idea.

He pulled away all too soon, making you whimper and try to kiss him again. He leans back from you, a smile on his lips as he sees your desperation. “Bad idea,” he says.

You whine, resting your elbows on the bar and resting your forehead on your palms. “God. I’m sorry. I just… I just wanted to know what it’d be like to kiss you,” you admit honestly, your filter gone.

Colin places his hand on your thigh, his eyes burning into your skin. “Look at me,” he says. You nervously pull your face from your hands, your eyes meeting his. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t even need to. Instead, you both got the memo and leaned in.

Your lips met once again, this time the kiss was more feverish and needy. His hand stays on your thigh and you place your own hand on his thigh, your fingertips just inches from his crotch.

He pulls from your lips, a smile on his face that made you smile as well. “You wanna do this?” he asks. You nod eagerly, your lower lip taken between your teeth. He stands from his stool and makes a gesture with his head for you to follow him.

You gladly do, following Colin into the bathroom. He closes the door behind you, locking it quickly before kissing you again. He pushes you against the door, the alcohol making him more dominant than usual.

His hand slide down your body, his thumb grazing over your clothed clit. You moan into his lips, your own hand finding the bulge in his pants and palming him.

It doesn’t take long for him to move you, bringing you over to the sink where he bends you over the cold acrylic. You shiver as he bunches your dress around your waist, revealing the purple underwear you have on to him.

You hear him hum in satisfaction, looking at his reaction in the mirror you were in front of. He runs his hand up the back of your thigh, sliding his fingers under your underwear and pulling them down so they fall to around your ankles.

Your heart beats loudly in your ears as he squeezes your ass, his eyes focused on your wet pussy. “God, Y/n,” he comments, running his finger through your soaked folds.

Biting your lip, your hands grip the sides of the sink as he unzips his pants, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. Colin runs the tip of his dick through your pussy, gathering your wetness before he pushes into you.

Your knuckles turn white as you grab onto the sink, your mouth falling open as you adjust to his size. He bottoms out in you, his hands digging deliciously into your hips for leverage.

Along the way, you must’ve closed your eyes because he told you to open them. “Watch yourself in the mirror,” he says, to which you just nod weakly as you open your eyes and look into the mirror.

He starts thrusting into you, the feeling sending fireworks through your body. It had been a while for both him and you so it was equally pleasurable on both ends.

Your body jerks with each one of his thrusts, tears welling in your eyes from the overwhelming feeling. Colin groans from behind you, his head falling back as he thrusts evenly into you. It wasn’t necessarily rough, but it was passionate.

His one hand travels up the curve of your spine, a smile on his lips as he hears your weak and suppressed moans.

Your eyes stay on the mirror, jumping between your own reflection and his. Colin looked so pretty. His face was painted with pleasure, his eyes downcast on your ass as he fucks you. His eyes meet yours in the mirror, his hand reaching your hair and tangling in it.

You were already getting close, your prior abstinence making it hard to last very long. Your moans get few and far apart as you disappear into your pleasure, forgetting it was your coworker fucking you and forgetting you are in a public restroom and forgetting you were on an undercover mission given by Mare.

“C-Colin…” you whimper, your eyes briefly closing as you swallow thickly. Your skin prickled with heat, a sticky feeling all over your body. He smiles drunkenly, his hips snapping back and forth, the motion giving you insane pleasure.

Your head falls down, giving up on trying to keep your eyes on the mirror. Colin uses the hand in your hair and pulls your head back up to keep your eyes on your reflection.

“Come on, pretty girl. You’re so close,” he encourages, the praise sending shivers through your body. You whimper, keeping your eyes on your frazzled reflection. Your body overloads and damn near shuts down right before you orgasm.

It felt… phenomenal.

Your body shakes and your ears ring. Your vision clouds as you moan weakly. Your hips try and pull from his grip only to be pulled back. You were insanely overstimulated but he still had to cum.

You pant, repercussions of the orgasm still racking your body and mind. Last-minute, Colin pulls out and finishes on your back, his warm cum splattering your skin.

As you both come down from the high, Colin grabs some paper towels and cleans up your back, feeling bad about making a mess. You push off the sink, your knees wobbling as you pull your underwear back up from your ankles.

Colin buckles his belt before reaching and helping you fix your dress. Your eyes shyly meet his, the reality hitting you like crazy.

“I-”

“We should, um, go back out and… continue what we came here to do,” Colin interrupts you. You just nod, following him out of the bathroom. You guys walk back to the bar and sit down, a weird shame consuming the both of you.

You guys both order a beer, sipping it in silence. “We shouldn’t talk about this. Like, ever,” you say, breaking the silence. Colin turns to face you, a strange look of hurt on his face.

“Never?” he asks. You shrug, suddenly feeling bad. “I mean, we work together, Colin. And we had sex in a public bathroom on a mission,” you say, your voice just barely above a whisper. He presses his lips together, his eyes falling onto his beer.

“I don’t think it was that bad,” he comments under his breath. You hit his arm and he whines, his other hand going to hold his arm.

“Let’s just… catch this guy and call it a night. Deal?”

“Deal,” he sighs.

“I’ll act like I need help because I’m too drunk and if he has a pattern, he’ll try and kill me. You stay by with your gun ready. I don’t want to die. Not today, at least,” you instruct, standing from the bar.

Colin nods, standing up and following you from a distance as you put on a drunk stagger. “Hi, sir,” you slur as you walk up to Gabriel. You lean on the bar, your eyes barely open as you really play the “I’m too drunk and vulnerable to save myself” card.

It's a good card as a detective.

“Yes?” he asks, a look of evil on his face. “I need a c-cab home p-please. I am a little drunk,” you whisper at the end, giggling after.

He nods, walking out from behind the bar and snaking his hand grossly around your waist, his hand resting shamelessly on your ass. You briefly turn around and face Colin, motioning for him to follow.

Gabriel leads you to the back parking lot, the darkness overcoming the two of you and the only light being the yellow street lamp. Colin stands nearby, his hand on his gun as he watches closely.

You could hear Gabriel grabbing something from his pocket-- a knife, you’d assume. You had to trust Colin here. Which wasn’t hard, to be fair.

Keeping up your drunk act, you immediately feel a rush of excitement as you hear Colin’s gun cock. “One more move and I’ll blow whatever brains you got out of your damn head,” Colin says. You turn to see his gun aimed right at Gabriel, a smile on your lips.

“Drop the knife,” Colin says. “Hands on your head, and turn to face me,”

Slowly, Gabriel complies. The knife clatters to the ground and Gabriel turns around, his hands on his head. “Call it in, doll,” Colin instructs you. You nod, grabbing your phone and calling Mare as Colin cuffs Gabriel.

Mare and her police guy arrive and you get Gabriel into the car. “Hey, good job you two,” Mare says to you and Colin. She eyes the two of you for a moment, making yours and Colin’s hearts stop and your limbs freeze.

You both thought she was onto you.

“Maybe I should partner y’all more,” Mare says, letting you and Colin leave your panic zone. You nod, glancing over to Colin. “Yeah. Maybe you should,” you comment, a smile on your lips.

Mare turns to leave, leaving you and Colin alone in the dark parking lot of the bar. “So, Detective Zabel. Wanna go to my house?” you suggest.

He smiles, nodding. “I’d be glad, Detective Y/l/n,”

#evan peters #mare of easttown #colin zabel #smut #fic #request #ahs #tate langdon #hes too hot #i loved this weeks episode

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A/N - Hey! This is just something I’ve been slowly working on for a while now. I thought I’d post this while I’m working on requests and also because I think I’m finally happy enough with how it’s turned out ☺️

It’s amazing how something you usually find so causal and comforting now suddenly puts you on edge. Never before had you felt so uncomfortable being so close in proximity to your best friend Juyeon. The way his arm is linked through yours, his fingers drawing delicate swirls along your forearm as you sit closely together in the dark room, the only light coming from the tv.

Subtle skin-ship is something that Juyeon has done since you’ve know him, a mindless habit he has that, although you’ve never bought up with him, makes you feel safe.

Except for right now. And it’s all Younghoon and Chanhee’s fault.

If they hadn’t teased you about your feelings for Juyeon, or so they adamantly believe, you never would have thought so deeply about every little ounce of contact or interaction between you and your best friend. To put it plainly, you’re insecure because of their opinions.

It’s evident you feel tense, the hairs on your arms raised as goosebumps appear in the wake of the patterns he draws. You’re hyperaware of Juyeon’s fingers as they softly trail along your skin but you’re sure he’s none the wiser to your reaction. From your peripheral vision you can see his wide eyes focused onto the movie playing out on the tv in front of you. You, however, couldn’t care less what was going on, the characters so dull and one dimensional and the plot was so confusing that you didn’t want to even try to keep up with it.

You gasp when out of the blue the scene takes a turn for the more romantic, shifting awkwardly and clearing your throat as you shuffle away from Juyeon a little. You were definitely not expecting for the two main characters to suddenly begin ripping each others clothes off in the animalistic fashion they are; growls and gritted teeth chewing away at the other in an attempt to have an interesting twist on the classic passionate love scene.

You shyly gaze to look at Juyeon, his hands now calmly placed in his lap, having drawn away from you when you’d moved. He’s still fixated on the screen, his expression unreadable and his lips etched in a firm line. You can tell he’s suppressing the awkwardness he feels, judging from the way he gulps. Not that that provides you with any more comfort as you flicker your gaze briefly back to the tv to see that it’s only getting more and more intense.

“I-” you begin, your face growing hot as the moans from the tv begin at the exact same time you decide to speak. “I’m going to get another drink.” You squeak, head bowed low as you hurriedly stand from the sofa and rush away into the safety of the kitchen.

For the first time Juyeon’s focus isn’t on the tv, instead his gaze follows you as you get away. He had no idea the movie he’d chosen to watch had a scene of such nature and the fact that it had so clearly made you uncomfortable worried him.

Closing the fridge and frantically opening the can of soda, you quickly chug as much as you can to calm your nerves. You know you’ve made it too obvious now, Juyeon’s bound to have realised how affected you are and yet, you are really hoping he hasn’t.

Why did you have to let Younghoon and Chanhee get into your head like this! It’s not like they know how you or Juyeon feel about each other. You can think of plenty of friends that have loads of skin-ship, theirs being one of them. And you refuse to admit that Juyeon could feel anything for you that isn’t platonic, so where’s the issue with being close?

“Are you ok (Y/N)?” You jump out of your dizzying thoughts, standing bolt upright as your shocked eyes land on Juyeon’s concerned gaze.

“I’m fine, really.” You meekly smile, “That scene just caught me off guard.” You let out an awkward chuckle afterwards. Neither of you are sure where to look, a silence settling between you that leaves you unsure of what to say next.

You’re not sure how you would describe the feeling you have towards Juyeon in this moment; alien-like possibly? Whatever it is, you know something is off between you. You can tell from the way he’s hardly able to look at you, his eyes constantly flickering back and forth between you and the floor.

Just as you notice Juyeon is about to speak up a sudden burst of noise interrupts. It makes you jump as you hear voices echo around you and the sound of the front door slamming shut a second afterwards.

“If I was trying you never would have won.” Eric rolls his eyes, his comment falling on Jaehyun’s deaf ears as he laughs the youngers jealous comment off. It’s apparent that they’ve gotten into some lighthearted dispute between them on their way back home, not that you can keep your mind focused onto their sassy comments.

You do notice, however, that you find yourself unable to wipe the dazed-like look from your face as you watch them both causally stroll into the kitchen where you and Juyeon are stood and begin opening cupboards, retrieving drinks and snacks without batting an eyelid at you both.

It’s not until their talking simmers down that Jaehyun notices you, his brows instantly furrowing in confusion as he eyes your tense posture.

“What’s going on here?” He tilts his head, gaining Eric’s attention from his phone screen as he leans up on the counter next to him.

“We were just watching a movie.” Juyeon responds quickly and it comes out sounding like an excuse when reality is it’s true.

“In the kitchen?” A devilishly cheeky smirk appears on Jaehyun’s face. “Where there’s no tv?” He adds, an amused laugh escaping him.

“No, in there.” Juyeon points to the living room behind him, his expression the complete opposite of his friend’s.

“Why’s it so awkward between you then?” Your attention flickers to Eric as he narrows his eyes in suspicion. You can sense that he’s sussing things out, and knowing that he is usually quite quick to catch onto these sorts of things, it’s only a matter of time before he blurts something you don’t want to hear.

You cast an unsure gaze to Juyeon, hoping he gets the message from you to quickly turn the conversation away from yourselves.

“We were just having an argument.” Your eyes almost pop out of your head with how wide they go at his sudden excuse. That was definitely not what you were thinking he’d come up with, but really you should have known better than to put Juyeon under pressure like that. It’s never turned out well previously. The only response you can give is a forced laugh, hoping you’ll simply come across as flustered.

You watch Jaehyun and Eric exchange glances before the former speaks up.

“Okayyyy, we’ll leave you to it then.” Jaehyun pushes himself off from leaning back against the counter, making his way out of the kitchen. Eric instantly follows without a word; quite unusual for him, but you do notice the sly wink he sends in Juyeon’s direction as he walks past.

You’re officially dumbfounded. As is Juyeon, judging by the way he creases his brows at Eric in response.

“They definitely think there’s something else going on between us, don’t they.” Juyeon rocks back and forth on his feet, hands stuffed into his jean pockets as you notice him trying to suppress the deep blush that begins to creep up his face.

“Probably.” You shrug. “But there’s not, right?” You shoot your friend a questioning gaze, silence once again settling between you. You instantly regret asking that, your hands becoming more and more clammy as the silent seconds pass.

“It feels like everyone thinks we’re secretly dating though. Just yesterday I had Sangyeon asking me about us.” Ah Sangyeon and his love of love, it always brings a smile to your face whenever you see him get excited by the prospect of it.

It’s incredibly endearing how much of a hopeless romantic he is. You even remember when he “accidentally” made Changmin and Eric kiss as forfeit at the last game night just because he finds it so amusing. And you love that about him. Except when it concerns you and Juyeon.

Instead, it makes you feel somewhat queasy… not in the repulsive way that most people associate the feeling with. But, rather, in a stomach twisting, heartbeat racing, head spinning, euphoric way.

“Pft, that’s ridiculous!” You awkwardly chuckle. Now you’re just as flushed as each other. “I had the same thing with Younghoon and Chanhee too.” You add, hoping that if you keep the conversation going then you won’t focus so much on how hot the room has become.

What you don’t notice, while you begin to ramble away about how persistently annoying that had been, is how Juyeon’s whole demeanour changes. He’s no longer feeling timid about sharing how he truly feels about you because now he can see that you feel the same.

“Is it though?” You freeze upon hearing Juyeon’s question, forced smile falling off your face. “Is it ridiculous?” He repeats for clarity.

You notice how his tone, despite being soft, is serious. His expression matching and his eyes now intently staring into yours.

It’s like being in a trance. You can see him moving closer to you and his arm reaching out to touch yours. But you can’t seem to break away from his stare.

“N-no.” You breath. “It’s not.”

You mimic the warm smile that slowly stretches across Juyeon’s face at your confession, simultaneously noticing the little patterns that he draws on your arm with the pad of this thumb. You instantly relax. Just knowing that he’s not scared is all you need.

“Ew! What were they watching!” You hear Eric shout in disgust, Jaehyun’s laughter following after. They must have seen the scene paused on the tv.

“Maybe we should get out of here before they tease us.” Juyeon suggests, grabbing your hand in his with an elated grin when you nod in agreement.

It’s safe to say that from then on neither of you had to worry about any more accusations from your friends. Although, the incessant teasing and pestering might not go way anytime soon.

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