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act-novel · 2 years ago

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Notes on 3D Game Development in Game Maker Studio 2

Note: Originally published on r/gamemaker. Edited slightly to suit the new context.

Hello, this is Garrett Thompson, sole member of Act-Novel. Reality Layer Zero partially released recently, and so I felt that now was a good opportunity to go into a bit of technical depth on the project. Specifically, I wanted to write about how I made an engine primarily designed for 2D game development (Game Maker Studio 2) more amenable to 3D game development.

Game Maker 3D is sort of a niche topic, but if you're interested in doing some experimentation yourself, consider this a quick top-down look at how your project might end up being organized. I should note that I'm far from the only person doing this, and I may not be the most qualified to speak about it since I'm still learning things all the time, but I can share what I know, at least. First, though, I'd like to address a question that might be on your mind.

Why use Game Maker for this?

Granted, there are tons of engines out there that are much better at doing 3D than GM. You could simply download Unity or Unreal and develop inside of those very fully-featured 3D engines with very little start-up cost. On the other end of the effort spectrum, you could also simply cobble together your own engine from libraries and hotglue.

GM represents a kind of middle-ground between those two approaches, though. A lot of the basic math, graphics, and data structures stuff is handled for you, but you've got to implement the higher-level stuff-- 3D collisions, shaders, lighting, etc-- on your own. In some ways, that's a pain, but I find it also tends to keep your code simple enough that you can reasonably understand every little piece of it, which isn't always a case in a more fully-featured engine. In other words, you get many of the benefits of cobbling together your own 3D engine with fewer of the headaches.

For my project in particular, there's also a lot of 2D heavy lifting to be done-- I swear I spent about half a year just programming menus-- and that's certainly one area where the features offered by Game Maker offer more of a helping hand. The actual "3D" part of the code is, as you'll see later, not too complex, so the engine not having out-of-the-box solutions (to my knowledge) for 3D collisions or physics isn't too big of a set-back. In other words, whether Game Maker is going to act as more of a help or a hindrance is going to mainly depend on the project you're trying to make. That's largely true for both 2D and 3D-- although admittedly Game Maker's help-to-hindrance ratio for 2D games is probably substantially higher on average (versus 3D games).

So, with my obligatory Game Maker apologia out of the way, let's get into the specifics.

How do I even 3D?

The absolute basics of 3D are probably...

- Construct a polygonal primitive.

- Set-up a 3D camera.

There are already a number of tutorials for the camera bit. For learning both at once, I think I used this one. The GM documentation has a lot of good information here, too. Writing another how-to guide for this kind of thing would be, I think, somewhat redundant, so I won't do it!

However, what I will do is offer some insight for how to go from "I have a 3D camera rendering a polygonal plane to my screen" to "I have a way of reasonably making a 3D game."

How do I make a 3D scene?

Unless you want to construct all of your geometry in code (which, I mean, you're free to do if you want to), you'll probably want to use a 3D modeling tool for this (e.g. Blender). However, just modeling the scene won't be enough to get Game Maker to know how to render it. At some point you're going to have to *convert* that model to the internal vertex buffers that it expects. Fortunately, some smart people in the Game Maker community have written scripts to do just that. I believe I'm still using this one, even though more comprehensive solutions exist. I'm sure you can find one that suits your preferences with a quick Google search. You can also write your own, if you're handy with Blender extensions or the equivalent for your 3D modeler of choice.

Something I recommend before you get into modeling, though, is to organize all of the textures that will appear in your scene into one organized texture sheet (of power-of-two size, e.g. 256x256, 1024x1024, 2048x2048). Then, map the UV's of your model to the textures on this sheet. This will make it much simpler to tell GM what textures to put where whenever your model actually shows up in-game. You *can* combine meshes that use different texture sheets at runtime, but it's a bit of a bother, and why solve a problem with code when you can solve it with data?

Note: You can animate basically anything in the game by swapping out its texture at runtime with the next frame in a frame sequence. This is how I'm animating character sprites in 3D-- there's a 3D plane with a texture of one frame, but then that texture gets swapped with the next frame in the sequence, and so on. You can do this with a shader if you want to be, like, super-optimal with it, but it seems to also be mostly fine to just do it with the "separate texture pages" option checked in the sprite editor of the texture you want to use.

On the engine side, you can load the model inside of a game object, throw that game object into a room, and presto! In theory, everything should show up as you expect. In practice, though, sometimes you end up just seeing a black screen. This could be an issue with the camera position, or the scale of the model, or maybe you forgot to submit the vertex buffer in the Draw event, or really a million different other things. Maybe the model you're trying to load doesn't actually have any data in it?

Once you've got pixels drawing, though, you might be struck with a desire to make the scene more interactive. You *could* place game objects individually in the room editor, guessing about where everything should go and manually setting the Z-value of each in the instance creation code... but that sounds just awful, doesn't it?

So, what I ended up doing to make this process more visual and intuitive was to just treat Blender as a level editor in addition to a modeling tool. I duplicated the file I was using for the scene mesh model, combined all of the separate pieces into one "LevelMesh" object, and then started placing other objects (represented by default polygonal primitives-- cubes in this case) with descriptive names like "InteractableZone0", "Signpost8", "NPC2", and so on. The individual names for each unique object will be important later.

There's an intermediate step between setting up the scene in Blender and having it work in GM, which is, again, a data-conversion step. This time, instead of converting the data to a vertex buffer, it's being converted to JSON. If you're not familiar with JSON (how did you get this far in the post?), it's just a simple notation for objects (JavaScript Object Notation) that's remarkably similar to the struct syntax in GM. E.g. a JSON representation of a scene in Blender might look something like this (simplified for explanatory reasons):

"Scene": {

"LevelMesh": {

"baseName": "LevelMesh",

"x": 0.0,

"y": 0.0,

"z": 0.0

"InteractableZone0": {

"baseName": "InteractableZone0",

"x": 20.0,

"y": 40.0,

"z": 1.1111

"NPC0": {

"baseName": "NPC0",

"x": 42.0,

"y: 111.0,

"z": -22.8

}

You should definitely write (or borrow) an extension that converts your scene to JSON "automatically", since you'll probably have to tweak the positions of things and you'll want that process to be reasonably painless. The export script in this tool works splendidly, but the asset it's associated with (MMK) is dreadfully expensive if you're only using it for that purpose, and there's probably a cheaper solution floating around out there if you look for it. It doesn't have to be a special Game Maker JSON format-- just vanilla JSON will work fine.

Once you've got a JSON representation of your scene ready to go, you can load it into GM using the json_decode function. With the resulting ds_map in-hand, you can start generating instances.

In your room's creation code, load the map, step through it in a loop, and then each time you come across a new JSON object, create "some instance" according to the name (probably serialized as a "baseName" field) of the object. You'll probably want to create an engine-side ds_map that contains relationships between baseName strings and GM objects, e.g."InteractableZone0": obj_interactableZone3D, "NPC0": obj_characterController "LevelMesh": obj_exteriorScene

You can instantiate each of these according to the data in the scene JSON-- create them at the position specified, with the scale specified, and with any other encoded data you care about.

After instantiating each instance, you can configure them how you want to directly via their unique instance id, returned from the call to instance_create.

This... isn't exactly how I do things. Instead, I use a top-level "scene config" class to orchestrate the instantiation and configuration of each instance in a manner that's consistent, repeatable, and far less verbose. This might be a little bit too much engineering effort for a prototype, though, so you're free to bypass doing something similar if you wish.

So, with this, you've got a scene loaded, rendering, and with game objects instantiated inside of it, in the positions that you want them to be in, and configured how they ought to be. There's *probably* one major thing for you left to do, which warrants its own section of this post-- how do you get a character walking in here?

Height and Collisions

Movement in 3D is basically just movement in 2D, but with a z-axis. Thus, assuming you already know how to get a character moving around in 2D, doing it in 3D is just that, plus figuring out what your height (or z-value) ought to be.

More RGB than your custom PC.

At a glance: the left image contains height data (blue) of a scene, as well as the camera-restricted zone data (green) to keep the camera from moving out of bounds (this requires custom camera movement code, but it's pretty simple). The right image is the scene's collision map, where the red is "collision" and the black is... actually an "alpha" channel in the real collision map. You can technically put all three together in the same image, but in testing I found it was more efficient to treat the collision map as a separate image and use GM's built-in collision testing code (note: select "precise" on the image's collision settings).

The blue channel of the height-map on the left can be generated in Blender with a little bit of fiddling. The green channel, I added myself in GIMP. I also painted the collision map over the height map in GIMP, but exported it as a separate image.

The basic "high level" idea is that, for the height map, the "100% blue (i.e. a blue value of 255) areas represent the maximum height of the map (where the maximum height is defined "somewhere" in code), and 0% represents the minimum height (also defined "somewhere"). Every value between 0 and 255 is normalized at runtime to between 0 and 100, and then normalized again to somewhere between the minimum and maximum height. This is broadly the process we use to figure out the height (z-coordinate) of the ground at a given x/y coordinate.

You can do this with surface_getpixel, but that's excessively slow, so it's better to use a buffer. Once again, somebody already wrote code to enable this. Every time you need to figure out the height of a certain coordinate (e.g. how high-up the player character ought to be), you can just ask the height map in the buffer. But, wait, how do you know which pixel in the buffer to check?

The height-map and the 3D scene are not necessarily 1:1 scale. Unfortunately, this means that you'll have to "align the height-map" with the 3D scene manually. Personally, I wrote a tool that allows me to do this at runtime, and to then print the alignment information (e.g. height map x/y origin, scale) to the console. This process is a little bit tedious, and can sometimes result in things being ever-so-slightly off, but with enough fine-tuning you can get it "close enough" pretty consistently.

Top-left: The height map, and a sprite representing the player's absolute and relative x/y coordinates. Top-right: The map's current config information and adjustment controls.

The silver lining to this is that you can reuse the height-map configuration for the collision map, assuming the two images are 1:1, so you only need to get the map aligned once.

(Note: There might be better ways to do this. I'd love to hear about them.)

To keep the camera behaving, you're basically checking the same height-map buffer, but checking for green instead of blue, and checking for any value above 0 (since "camera movement" zones are binary-- either it's allowed or it isn't).

One downside of this single-height-map-based approach is that, naively, it doesn't support going under or over things, but there's actually nothing besides memory constraints stopping you from having multiple height maps for multiple different Z-values and just switching between them based on the player's current Z-position. You might be able to do something similar with collision maps to facilitate mechanics like, say, jumping, but I don't know for sure since I haven't tried doing that!

Always More to Do

With all of this done, you can now, potentially, pilot a player character around a 3D scene. Needless to say, that's still far away from what most games probably want to accomplish. You may not even be done fiddling with the lower-level 3D stuff by the time you've done all of this-- I didn't even get into implementing distance fog or lights and shadows (although that, too, can be done in Game Maker). There's also getting all of this to play nicely with however many UI surfaces you want to spin-up, and not to mention optimizing it to run reasonably-well on non-development hardware (hint: use vertex_freeze).

Nevertheless, this should serve as a pretty good foundation for anyone who's curious about GM3D. I'm sure many programmers can see a reasonable path forward from here on pushing this foundation through to actual full-on "game" status.

If I have instead only managed to dissuade you from investigating GM3D, I hope I have at least instilled a newfound sense of respect in you for early-3D game programmers, who doubtlessly had to jump through similar technical hurdles to get their projects up and running all those many years ago. Except they did it in C. And on calculator hardware. Without the internet! Yeesh!

#3D #reality layer zero #game maker studio 2 #gms2 #indiedev #indie games #programming #blender #technical #gamedev

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birlwrites · 2 years ago

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[spoilers] the noble and anciente house of rosier<3

as requested on ao3 by people who wanted spoilers afhslghsljfhgsjkdhfj - i'll be tagging this type of post as 'atfhv spoilers' so you can block (or search for) these posts as desired!

if you do NOT want spoilers about what's going on with evan, then do not click the read more. i'm not going to fully unpack it because i do want to leave some things to be discovered, but it's going to be a LOT of information way before you'll find it out in the story

okay, with that disclaimer, hERE WE GOOOOOOOO

okay SO. this might not make sense if you haven't read chapter 27 of ttdl. i mentioned in the comments that i think now people have enough information to potentially call evan out on a very specific lie, which was......... a true but slightly misleading statement

so here's the thing: that lie is not a lie evan ever told us, because regulus told it for him way back in chapter 6:

The Rosiers are one of very few Dark families that claim not to have a family magic. Evan insists that for them, practicing Dark Arts is really more about being friends with the right people. He attends every meeting of Regulus's Dark Arts study group and spends the whole time chatting with the other members instead of working on anything. The other Dark families are collectively skeptical about whether the Rosiers really don't have a specialty or whether they're just pretending, because they're one of the oldest families in the network—they've had generations upon generations in which they could have developed a family magic. And maybe there is a specialty. But as far as Regulus knows for sure, Evan's practice of Dark Arts extends only to flipping through Regulus's books sometimes and pointing out spells with funny names.

now, regulus *is* aware that this might not be true, but frankly, he doesn't devote a lot of mental energy to it, because he has a lot of other shit going on and evan just doesn't seem to. care that much? about practicing dark arts? (which renders his interest in joining reg's side a little unexpected, hmm??)

let's get into the lie. as you've probably guessed by now, it's about the rosier family specialty, which absolutely does exist and has been cultivated for centuries to be as subtle as possible, much like the family image. evan's used it before - evan uses it a LOT, actually, although there are a lot of details about its use that i'm not going to get into on this post (feel free to ask if you want the whole rundown on how it works but this post is really about evan not the family magic).

but the first time evan uses it really blatantly in front of regulus is in chapter 27, and here it is:

He trails a hand along one row of books like he's looking for something, speaking faux-absentmindedly, but it doesn't stop almost every person in earshot from looking at least vaguely interested. Some people even blatantly look up from what they're doing. Evan has distinctly become the center of attention, without even needing to talk particularly loudly.

aaaaaaaand some more:

Regulus is interested despite himself—he knows Evan is making all of this up, and yet something about how he's saying it makes Regulus want to know more, as if this is real information that Evan is sharing with him.

regulus is interested despite himself. he KNOWS it's fake, but the magic evan is using is catching regulus along with everyone else in the room. regulus just doesn't notice it happening. (this is a little bit of an unusual use for the rosier specialty - it's not out of the ordinary, but it's very blatant compared to how they normally use it)

as for what type of magic it is....... you know how regulus is good at runes because he learned them very young for the black specialty? yeah<33

okay now go reread chapter 12 and take a look at how long it takes for regulus to start telling evan things

#atfhv spoilers #dark lord wip #you can ask more questions if you want #i'm just ending it here so i can kind of. separate out the spoilers #so people can micromanage what they want to know about sjflsghkfjk #atfhv worldbuilding

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yee-fxcking-haw · 4 years ago

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•Forget That Extra•

Summary: Porn with very little plot, just a lot of self induldent smut then some super soft Bakugo. FWB trope and all. This one gets RIGHT INTO THE NEWS (starts with smut immediately) so strap in.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader (both Bakugo and Reader are aged up to 18+)

Warnings: Rough sex, degredation, impact play, choking, ddlg terms, squirting, spitting, dumbification, a dash of breeding/impregnation kink, unprotected sex, overstimulation if you squint, multiple orgasms, marking, possession kink, switch reader, switch Bakugo. (Primarily submissive reader with primarily dominant bakugo.)

Word count: 7,402

A/N: This was,,,, depraved,, and it's only gonna get worse.

Part Two • Part Three

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"Fucking- shit- you take this cock so fucking well." Bakugo huffs out as he plows into you from behind, he punctuates his sentence with a harsh slap to your ass. The action earns a high pitched moan from you. Your right hand flies to his headboard, desperate for some kind of a brace against his punishing thrusts.

Sex with Bakugo has always been like this, rough, fast, and urgent. Everything he does in the bedroom is exactly what you would expect from somebody with his explosive personality. You two had started out as "just friends", with immense tension, until one day that tension broke and you introduced the benefits side to your relationship. It happened in an abandoned janitor's closet in the building of the hero agency you both worked at. Ever since then you became Katsuki Bakugo's personal plaything. Your little arrangement had created something truly volatile. One minute you would be all over each other, the next not even willing to speak to each other. You would never cross over the line into an actual relationship, though. That was the only rule set for this shitshow you've both created.

You're in your current predicament because you were caught flirting with some extra at the bar you two were at while Bakugo was in the bathroom. While you're not technically his, he's very territorial. He's decided to teach you a lesson of sorts about flirting behind his back. Something he has no right to do given the dynamic of your relationship, but you're more than willing to pretend if it means he'll rail you like he is right now.

"Who's pussy is this?" He nearly yells as his hand fists into your hair so he can yank you up, your back bends painfully, but you're quickly distracted from the pain by the feeling of his other hand wrapping around your throat.

"I asked you a question bitch, or have I fucked you so stupid you can't even answer?" His tone is nasty, teasing. The harshness of it all renders you incapable of articulating anything. All you can do is moan like a whore while he drills his thick cock in and out of you. His hips slam against your ass and you can feel your juices dripping down the insides of your thighs. Only Bakugo can get you like this, you want to tell him too. You want to stroke his already pompous ego, but all you can do is cry out and take what he's giving you.

"You're so fucking wet, bet you would've let anybody fuck you, huh? You- little -whore." He says the last three words with malice, ramming himself into you as each one leaves his mouth. The hand that isn't on your throat snakes around your waist to tease your clit, he doesn't do much though, just rubs light and slow and it drives you fucking insane. You can feel your body begging for an orgasm, but with the way he's touching you, all you can do is sit on the edge and wait for him to have mercy. Your walls flutter slightly, but not enough to bring you much satisfaction. You groan impatiently, biting your bottom lip hard enough to break the skin. Bakugo chuckles behind you, the sound irritates the hell out of you. Of course he's laughing at you.

"What's wrong baby? Can't cum unless I make you?" He sneers against your neck, he finishes the sentence by releasing your neck just so he can plant his hand between your shoulder blades and force your chest against the bed. Your back arches up in that sinful way you know he loves. His thrusts have slowed slightly, becoming almost gentle, his left hand is still roped around your body so his rough middle finger can trace lazy circles on your clit.

You bury your face in the mattress and cry out, you're right fucking there. Your body is screaming for it, it's like your orgasm is starting but it won't progress past the feeling of falling. It's almost fucking painful. You hear his dark laugh fill the room again and you want nothing more than to turn around and deck him in his handsome face.

He bends down and gathers your hair again, this time his movements are more guiding than demanding. He pulls your roots to turn your face to the side, he presses a sloppy kiss against your temple. His hips continue their lazy push and pull out of your soaked cunt. You let out a pathetic sob like sound and ball the sheets in your fists.

"What is it baby- tell me what you need." He's taunting you again, his voice has that teasing edge. He fucking knows what you want, but he won't give it to you until you say it. Anger bubbles in your chest, creating a strong desire to be defiant. You'll definitely pay for it, but you love it when he gets pissed off.

"I need to cum." You moan, trying to sound pitiful and desperate. You pout slightly, knowing your antics will spur him on.

"Do you think you deserve that?" He growls as he applies just slightly more pressure to your clit, only enough to tease you, making your walls ache and your head spin.

"I bet- fuck Katsuki-" You choke when he pushes himself all the way into you, circling his hips a little once he's fully encased by your soaked hole.

"You bet what?" His voice is dripping with amusement, it pulls you back down to earth long enough to spit out the words you know he'll make you pay for.

"I bet that extra could've made me cum by now." You let your lips pull into a deviant smirk, you look back at him and your chest seizes immediately. His crimson eyes are ablaze with fury, his upper lip pulls up slightly to sneer down at you. He takes a deep breath in, his strong chest expands and your mouth waters at the sweat rolling down his pecs. He stops all movement against you, you internally scream at the loss of stimulation.

He doesn't say a damn word, before you can even say anything to fix this he's ripped himself out of you, his muscular right arm slips around your waist. His hand grabs at your side and he pulls it back swiftly, flipping you onto your back like it's nothing. He leers over you, placing both hands on either side of your head. His movements are slow, almost primal. His gaze is intense and vengeful, you cower beneath him and hold your breath.

He slowly moves his right hand to grasp your chin. You let out a weak breath as soon as his thumb ghosts over your bottom lip. He pulls your soft skin down and you immediately open your mouth to pull his thumb in and swirl your tongue around it. His lack of words and action is making you increasingly nervous for what's going to come next, your heart is hammering in your chest and you have a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. He's never this quiet during sex. He's always groaning or barking orders at you, did you go too far?

"I'm sure he's still there." He sighs, pushing his thumb further into your mouth.

Your face scrunches in confusion. Where is he going with this?

He braces himself on his knees on either side of your hips, straddling you so he can move his left hand up your body. You steal a glance down between your bodies and see his cock is still painfully hard, glistening with the slick you covered him in. The sight makes you sigh against his hand while your eyes flutter back to his. His left hand snakes over your breast, flicking your nipple on his way, the action makes your body jump and him chuckle. Soon his hand is around your throat again, squeezing in a warning way that makes your heart beat even faster.

"How about I find him and bring him back here for you?" His eyes flicker to your mouth, watching you suck his thumb intently.

"But first…" His hand leaves your mouth abruptly so he can grab your jaw again, your mouth hangs open while he chokes you further.

"I'm gonna cover you in my fucking cum so he knows how much of a whore you are." He spits into your mouth then forces your jaw shut, then gives you a fierce look as he raises his eyebrows. Between his brutal words and his feral appearance, you don't dare push it. You swallow like you know he wants and open your mouth to prove that you've done it.

"Good girl." He almost moans the words.

"Is that what you want then?" He growls, visibly irritated by your lack of argument with the implications that you want somebody else to satisfy you. The hand on your throat tightens even more, causing your own hands to inch towards the vice he's created around your airway.

"No- I don't want that." You gasp out, electricity pulsing through you at the intensity of it all.

"So what do you want?" He asks impatiently.

"You- I fuckin- shit- You Katsuki, I want your cock, nobody else's." You're sputtering, white stars start to spark in your eyes.

He tears himself away from, you gasp as soon as your throat is free of his crushing grip. He maneuvers down your body so he's kneeling between your thighs, he gathers your shaking legs and presses them together, letting them lean to the left side slightly. He reaches down his body and grabs his thick cock to start stroking himself lazily. Your walls clench with longing as his deep red eyes glare at you.

"You want this?" He asks, nodding down at his impressive length.

"Please…" Your voice is absolutely pathetic, laced with need, you find yourself grabbing at the sheets again.

He doesn't say anything else, just rolls his eyes then lines his tip up at your entrance. You hiss at the contact, so desperate to be filled by him again.

Much to your dismay, he's pulled back out as soon as he's pressed himself in. Then you feel the most maddening sensation you've ever experienced. He presses his dick right between your thighs, using your slick as lube. Your eyes roll back and you huff, you feel the sting of tears gathering and gaze up at him with the most pitiful expression.

"Oh, what's the matter?" Bakugo taunts as he slides his length between your soft thighs again.

"You wanted me to fuck you again, huh?" He asks as his hands trail down the backs of your thighs, coming to the curve of your ass to finish his ministrations with a harsh squeeze.

You nod weakly, the horrible ache in your pussy is absolutely maddening. You take in a shuddering breath as you feel your legs begin to shake slightly. Bakugo doesn't miss this in the slightest, in fact, he seems to get a kick out of your desperation. His face lights up in a ferocious and sadistic way, slowly pulling himself in and out of your squished thighs the whole time.

He brings his hands back up to hook them under your knees so he can spread your legs open again. He glares down at your aching entrance and he lets out a condescending chuckle.

His right hand slithers down to your core, he lets his middle finger skate over your puffy clit. Your whole body jolts at the contact, his eyebrow tweaks up at your reaction, that knowing smirk spreads across his face.

"There is one way you can get this cock inside of you again." He drawls.

This grabs your attention shamefully fast, you shift so you're braced on your elbows. He lets himself settle down between your legs so his hot breath can fan over your dripping folds.

"I'll do it, whatever it is, please Katsuki." You're more than just slightly embarrassed to be pleading in this way, but your body needs release desperately, so your pride is nearly non-existent.

"You can squirt for me." His words send a chill right up your spine. You shiver in anticipation and relax against his touch. He presses his lips into the inside of your thigh as his arms snake around your legs so he can hold them against his strong shoulders. He gives you a few more gentle kisses, nipping your heated skin every once in a while.

His eyes flicker up to yours, the beautiful scarlet irises are flooded with lust and his pupils are blown wide. The sight of him looking at you like that from between your legs makes your chest ignite with exhilarating desire. He opens his mouth, letting his tongue loll out, not breaking eye contact for a second. He flicks the tip of it over your clit with lightning speed, you throw your head back and huff at his agonizing teasing.

You're jolted back to reality with smack the side of your leg with brutal force. The sharp sting makes your walls contract as a whimper leaves your throat.

"Eyes on me, sweet girl." He mumbles against you, lips pressing into your clit as he sighs.

You internally scream, you want to tell him to use his mouth on you, you want to tell him to quit his teasing and be a man. You don't fucking dare though, you're miserable enough.

Then he finally licks a long strip up your lips, letting the tip of his tongue flick your clit like he did seconds ago. This time he applies more pressure and moves slower. Your body reacts instantly, cunt clenching as your thighs jerk inwards. He absolutely hates that, he growls and pulls his hands from your hips to press them against the insides of your thighs so he can pry your legs open.

"Don't make me tie these down." He warns, giving you no time to answer before pressing his hot mouth back against where you need him most.

You cry out but you don't dare let your head fall back, remembering his command from before. Your head is spinning and your body is trembling against your will. He's completely devouring you, his mouth is creating lewd smacking sounds as he tongues your aching clit. Before you can't even process it when you feel two of his thick fingers shove into your fluttering cunt.

"Fucking hell, Katsuki!" You cry as he starts to pump his digits in and out of you, his tongue doesn't slow down at all as he finger fucks you furiously.

Your nerves are on fire as the pleasure in your center builds until you're on the edge again. Your body's reaction is to squeeze your legs together. Just as you start to pull them inwards slightly Katsuki raises the hand that isn't two knuckles deep inside you and lets it fall against the inside of your thigh with a crack. The sweet sting makes you moan, you're pushed even closer to your release and you feel an unnatural pressure build close to where he's working your cunt.

"I'm gonna- oh my god- Baby, I'm gonna-" You spit the words out between gasps, the confirmation that you're about to give him what he wants only spurs him on further. His fingers move even quicker, he lets them curl up against the sponge-like skin, jerking his wrist harshly. As soon as the pads of his fingers find that sweet spot inside you, the dam breaks. Your body collapses against the bed as your back arches off the sweat soaked sheets.

"Oh that's it baby girl, that's what I wanna see." He huffs out as you start to squirt around his fingers. He's replaced his tongue with his other hand, letting his middle finger flick your clit in fervent up and down motions. The change of stimulation has you crying out and thrashing your head as you squirt forcefully, the feeling is so foreign and intense. Blinding pleasure catches every single nerve of your body on fire as your pussy clenches and gushes against him. It's almost embarrassing but it feels so incredible.

"-Feels so fucking good, Suki don't fucking stop." You wail, hands grasping at the bed as your hips lift up. Your cunt gives him one last powerful burst as you sob his name over and over.

He keeps his hands working against you, but slows his movements down as he watches your body ease back out of its rapturous pleasure. As soon as you're flat against the mattress again and he sees you catch your breath, he rips his hands away from you. You want to object, but before you can he's shoving his fingers into your mouth. Your own spunky flavor spreads across your taste buds as you suck him into your mouth so you can clean your release off.

"First of all, don't tell me what to do." He huffs as he pulls his fingers out so he can capture your jaw in a possessive grasp.

"Second of all, I'm not going to stop until you want to fucking worship me." His words send you reeling, still trying to catch your breath from the electrifying orgasm he's just given you.

He bends down and kisses you fiercely, all teeth and tongue as he claims your mouth.

He pulls away and settles back onto his knees between your legs. His hands trail down your sides, his feathery touch raises goosebumps all over your flushed skin.

"You were such a good girl." He mumbles as his hand comes to grasp his hard length, he strokes it lazily as he looks down at you.

You lick your lips at the sight, of course he doesn't miss the action. He lets out a patronizing chuckle.

"Is this what you want?" He asks with a mocking tone.

"Yes." You say quietly, your voice is ragged from your previous cries.

His eyebrows shoot up as he lets himself drop to cage you with his arms. He shoves your drenched thighs apart with his knee so he can settle between them. He presses himself against your folds and you his at the teasing sensation.

"Yes what, baby?" The sweet nickname betrays his menacing tone.

Your hands slide up to claw at his muscular sides, your lip quivers and your thighs squeeze his hips.

"Yes, Daddy, I want you to ruin me with that cock." Your voice is light and begging, just like he likes it.

He glares down at you, still pissed at you for bringing up the guy from the bar, but you see the small crack in his facade at your confession. You decide to keep running with your little desperate act. Well, it's not really an act, you truly are so fucking desperate for him. Pride be damned, you need to get railed.

"I'm so sorry I said anything about that stupid extra." You sigh, letting your hands slide up his tense abs.

"He could never make me feel like you do. Nobody ever could." Your hands find their place on the sides of his face, you let your hips roll up against his aching length as you bat your eyelashes.

"Do you mean that?" He asks. The tone in his voice throws you off. He's the one that sounds desperate now, like he wants you to keep reassuring him. Of course he fucking does. He said it himself, he wants you to worship him.

"Nobody has ever made me come that hard before." You admit. His face almost quivers at your words. You take advantage at the moment of weakness, you wrap your strong thighs around his hips and flip you both so you're straddling him. It's a gamble of a move given how much you just pissed him off, but he's all too ready to have his ego stroked. He submits to you beautifully, allowing you to settle on top of his lap so you can run your slick center on his needy dick. His hands cling to your hips, finger tips digging in when you rake your own hands through his messy blonde spikes.

"You make me feel so good, Suki." You whisper against his ear, reveling in the way his entire body relaxes. Maybe he doesn't need to dominate you, maybe he needs you to prove your devotion to him.

"Yeah? Is that right?" He tries to maintain his intimidating tone, but the feeling of his tip against your soaking hole makes him bite his lip while his eyes roll back.

"That's right baby, your name is the only name I want to scream." You punctuate your sentence with a nip at the soft skin under his ear.

A sweet, breathy moan escapes his throat. Now it's your turn to be power hungry.

You snake your hand up to his jaw, letting your fingers grasp the tense flesh with a delicate hold. His eyes meet yours and it takes every ounce of self control in your body to hold you back from jumping on his dick right that second. He's looking up at you with big, doe like eyes. Desperation is etched on every handsome feature, it's enough to make your knees go weak.

"Can I please make you feel good?" You ask sweetly, letting your thumb trace over his kiss-swollen bottom lip. He just nods and sighs, never letting his eyes leave yours for a second.

You roll your hips against him again, the action only makes his grip on your hips tighten as he throws his head back.

"You're already doin' that." He huffs out. His cheeks have a dusting of blush across them. He looks so beautiful like this, all flushed and desperate. You've never really been in control before, not like this anyway. Sure, you've been on top, but you've never seen Bakugo so… submissive?

You grab the sides of his face instinctively, pulling him towards you to place a gentle kiss on his lips. He moans into your mouth as he lets his hands snake around your waist to pull you against him. He lifts your torso against his and you bite his bottom lip when you feel the tip of his dick press into your dripping hole. You pull away to glance down at him and you notice the strained look in his ruby eyes.

"Don't hold back, pretty boy." You breathe out. Your words break his resolve completely, he snarls at you as he plants his feet on the bed so he can drive his cock into you with one sharp thrust. You scream his name and throw your hands out to brace against the headboard.

"Are you sure about that, princess?" He taunts as he pulls out again, stopping once his head is pressed at your entrance again.

"Yes- fuck- please fuck me like tha- FUCK!" You don't get a chance to finish your begging, he sinks himself into you again but this time he doesn't stop. His pace is immediately unforgiving, your whole body starts to shake and all you can do is cry out with each thrust.

"That's it, fuckin' scream for me, baby." He pants. His mouth then moves to attack your neck with hot open mouthed kisses and nips. Whiny moans fall from his lips between each bite. The sweet sting of his teeth against the delicate skin sends shocks of pleasure straight to your core where you're being split open by his incredibly harsh thrusts.

"I don't want to ever hear you talk about another man like that, not when I can fuck your cunt like this." He gasps when the words make you clamp down on him even more than you already are. His possessive statement makes you want to submit completely, any hint of the dominance you felt seconds ago flies from your brain. You're left with nothing but the need to surrender and please him.

"I'm sorry." You sob against his shoulder as he kisses your cervix with his pounding.

"For what?" He grunts. He's testing you now, seeing just how far you've slipped into your submissive headspace.

"I'm sorry for even talking to him. He's nothing compared to you, Dynamight." Your voice is filled with broken desperation, your mind is set on earning atonement for your behavior at the bar.

The name sends him over the edge, without stopping his hips he flips you both over so he can shove your back into the bed. One hand flies to the headboard while the other comes down to form a vice around your throat. He doesn't choke you though, just applies enough pressure to keep you on edge. His mind is set more on possession than punishment now.

"Is this how I get you to behave? I gotta fuck you senseless so you'll fucking act right?" He snarls at you, nothing but fury in his eyes as he buries himself in you again and again.

You nod your head furiously, your jaw drops when he delivers a particularly rough thrust that sets all of your nerves on fire. Drool slips out of the side of your mouth and you feel hot tears fall from your eyes. Your legs tremble around him and your hands cling to the sheets as you moan and sob beneath him.

"Who makes you feel this good?" He barks.

"You do." You say pitifully, immediately kicking yourself for not answering him the way you're supposed to.

In a flash his hand has left your throat so he can send his knuckles cracking across your cheek as he back hands you with a growl. The hand comes back to grab your jaw and jerk your head to face him, he brings his hips to an agonizing pace. He rolls his body against your a few times before pressing himself into you completely, then he stops moving completely. You cry and squirm against the painful stretch, blinking up at him with blurry, tear filled eyes.

"You have one more chance." He says against your ear, voice low and full of warning. He lets his hand squeeze your face even more, inevitably decorating your jaw with little bruises.

"Who makes you feel this good?" He asks you again, his voice has a slight tremor to it, giving you a heads up that now is not the time to push him.

"You do, sir." You gasp, another sob wracking your body. You want to push your hips up against his to gain back even a trace of the feeling he was previously giving you. Your body trembles like a leaf when you realize how pathetic your voice still sounds, knowing he won't be satisfied.

"Speak up, bitch." He says, letting his palm crack across your other cheek. The pain makes your pussy clench around him, he just chuckles at your slutty behavior.

"You do, sir!" You try to scream, but you just end up crying. You know you have to look like an absolute wreck.

Out of your peripheral vision his hand moves again and you brace for impact, but he shocks you by placing his hand gently against your check. The hand on the headboard comes down to rest beside your head, letting his body come even closer to you. You gaze up at him and wait with baited breath for his next command.

"That's my girl. Now, beg." He says plainly as he pulls his hips back by barely an inch to rock back into you. The motion pushes more tears out of your eyes and more drool from your mouth.

"Please fuck me, Daddy, please- OH FUCK!" Just like that he's ripping you apart again with his relentless thrusts.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you thank you thank you." You cry like a prayer as your eyes drill shut and your back arches off the bed, your walls seize up and your muscles quake when you hear him moaning praises.

"You're so fucking tight, princess." He knows what he's doing, he knows exactly what to say when you're like this, and it's fucking perfect.

"Thank you, daddy." You sob against the hand still pressed to your cheek, you're both surrendering now. Your bodies are aching for that sweet euphoria you offer each other after all this teasing. His other hand mirrors the one holding your cheek so he can cradle your face and lean his forehead against yours. The tenderness sends you careening towards your orgasm, but you know better than to finish without permission.

"Can I please cum." You beg as your hands slide to his back so you can drag your nails down the sweat soaked skin.

"Not yet, you better fuckin' hold it." He huffs out above you, he brings himself back up to brace on one arm. The other slides down to flip one of your legs up so he can hook it around his elbow. The way this new position has your hips angled is absolutely maddening for both of you. You're spread so wide for him that he's able to plunge into you to the hilt with every thrust, and the way your leg is hiked up makes you feel even tighter around him. An all too familiar pressure builds in your core, your walls flutter and your abs tense as the muscles in your cunt shutter.

"I'm gonna fuckin' squirt again." You pray he doesn't punish you for stating it instead of asking if you could, but the look in his eyes tells you he's not in an orgasm ruining mood. His red eyes light up with an animalistic glare, wild blonde hair glued to his forehead by the sweat pouring out of his overworked body.

"Fuckin' do it then, slut. Let me feel that messy cunt cum all over my cock." That's all it takes.

Your hand flies down to assault your clit, and the stimulation sends you straight into your electric orgasm. Your body convulses against Katsuki as your cunt spasms and gushes around his cock, you revel in the sweet pleasure that spreads between your legs and sob out broken cries. He doesn't slow down his thrusts in the slightest, if anything he speeds up. The sight of you squirting around him turns him completely feral.

"Oh fuck yeah, good girl, fuckin' soak me." His voice shifts to that beautiful higher pitch that makes him sound so needy.

You let out gasps and shrill moans as you come undone, between your fingers and his thrust your release is being spread all over the two of you, inevitably ruining the sheets as well.

"Thank you sir- fuck! Thank you for making me squirt." You moan, fingers slowing down as the gushing from your cunt stops. Nerves twitching with the aftershocks of your blinding release, you gain some mental clarity. As Katsuki continues to drill into you, you make sure to not let your walls relax, desperate to see him come undone. You know exactly what he needs. He needs that big ass ego stroked.

His thrusts slow slightly, setting a much less brutal pace. It's not the slow, sloppy pace he sets when he's close, though. His face is scrunched up in deep concentration, breath leaving his lungs in harsh puffs. While he has stamina unmatched by anybody you've ever slept with, he is human. His body is exhausted from all of the exertion it took to get you to finish so forcefully, you look down his body and see his muscles twitching under his lovely, porcelain skin. You owe him after that, big time. It's your turn to make him a mess.

"You ruined me, Daddy." You say as you watch his eyebrows squeeze together, your tone is feather soft as you run your fingers along his sides. His body reacts with a gorgeous shutter, now you've got him.

"You're the only one baby, only you can make me cum that hard." A stunning moan leaves his throat, your sweet talk is doing a number on him, and a wicked idea enters your brain.

"Let me ride you, please, I wanna make it up to you." You beg.

"Make what up to me?" He's so caught off guard by your request, and the fact that he doesn't immediately know what you're talking about tells you he's hanging on by a thread.

"I was such a bad girl, Daddy. I gotta make it up to you." You say with a sweet, innocent tone. Another gentle moan leaves his mouth and his hips stall slightly. That's the exact window you were looking for. You use the same move you did earlier to roll yourself on top. He huffs out as his back meets the mattress, cock still buried inside you. Your hips settle down against his as you lean forward to press your torso against his. One strong hand slides to squeeze your ass while the other sneaks up your side to grab your breast, skilled fingers pinch the nipple and you hiss at the stimulation. You roll your hips against his as your body sings for him.

"Please, baby." He sighs, leaning up to press a kiss against your collar bone.

The gentleness of his request makes your head spin, as well as his willingness to ask so sweetly. Katsuki doesn't ask for anything in the bedroom, or in general. Seeing him in this submissive state makes your mind and body buzz. If you were in a more sadistic mood, you might want to hear him beg a little more, but your body is already so worn from the intense orgasms he's put you through. You settle for lazily rolling your hips against him, gazing down to watch every gorgeous expression cross his fucked out face. His head falls back and his eyes flutter shut, his lips part as and a strained moan leaves his mouth.

"Look at me, baby, please, I want you to watch me." You coo, letting your hands slide up to run through his messy hair. He opens his mouth to say something, probably sass you for even remotely attempting to give him an order. He's cut off as you raise your hips to back down on his length suddenly.

"Oh shit, keep doin' that." He glances down between your bodies, desperate to see where you're connected.

"This?" You tease as you raise your hips again to repeat the motion, this time setting a gentle pace as you bounce on his cock.

"Yeah, just like that, good girl." He sighs, head falling back. Of course he's not going to listen to your request for him to keep his eyes open, even when he's the one underneath you, he won't be told what to do. You're not in the mood to challenge him though, your overstimulated body is already responding to the feeling of him inside you. You sit up and throw your hair over your shoulder as you bring yourself down against him with more force. You grab his wrists and drag his leathery hands up your sides, causing his eyes to snap open as he lifts his head up to gaze at your bouncing breasts.

"Play with me, Daddy, please." You moan softly, guiding his hands up to grasp your tits. He squeezes them greedily and groans at the feeling of the soft flesh. You plant your hands on his strong chest and focus all of your energy into riding him. As your hips snap down against him, he fills you perfectly and you feel your own orgasm starting to build. You're on a mission though, Katsuki has to cum now, and you know exactly how to make that happen.

"Fuck- I wanna feel you cum baby, please fill me up." You beg as you throw your head back, his hands fly to your waist at your confession and his fingers dig into you.

"Yeah? You desperate for Daddy's cum?" He's maintaining his dominance, but his resolve is crumbling.

You nod fervently, grabbing his right hand so you can bring it to your mouth. You take his thumb into your mouth and wrap your pouty lips around it, you feel drool drip out of your mouth to slide down your chin and land on your chest. You look down to see him watching you like a hawk, eyes glued to the spit sliding between your breasts. You let his thumb fall out of your mouth so you can dirty talk some more.

"Make me yours, put a fuckin baby in me, Suki." You throw yourself forward so you can plant your hands beside his head and bare down on his cock even more. Obscene, wet, smacking sounds fill the room as your sopping cunt slams down on his length repeatedly.

"I'll make you mine, slut, I'll fuckin fill you up." He huffs out.

"I'll put a baby in that perfect body, ruin you for everyone else- shit, baby- I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fuckin cum." As he finishes his sentence his voice climbs a few octaves, starting at his usual manly tenor to end at a pitiful wine.

"You feel so good Daddy, let me feel you cum, I wanna make you feel good." You run a hand down his chest, letting your nails leave angry red marks in their wake. He throws his head back to cry out as his hips buck against you, the sight sends you hurtling into another earth shattering orgasm. It's so fucking perfect, as soon as he starts cumming your walls start pulsing around him. You both still against each other as you feel him start to fill you up with ropes of his hot cum. You collapse onto his chest as you both work your hips against each other, moaning incoherent praises about how good you both did. You ride out your orgasms in tandem, his beautiful, broken moans fill your ears as hot tears cascade down your pink cheeks.

You both pant as you come back down, nerves firing and bodies twitching. You bring your face up to glance down at him. His ruby eyes flutter open to meet yours, his hands move gingerly up your body. His fingertips glide over the bruises already forming on the skin he abused with his teeth. He moves to press a thankful kiss against your battered neck. You run your fingers through his hair and let out a content hum at his affectionate gesture.

He continues to place kisses up your neck, across your jaw, then he grabs your chin so he can tilt your face to the left to kiss where the impact of his knuckles have welted the skin. He does the same with the other cheek so he can kiss where he slapped you on that side.

"Let's get you cleaned up." He mumbles against your flushed face. He timidly slips his softening cock out of your well used hole, you feel warm liquid leak out and spread down your thighs, but at this point it's impossible to know who it's from. You roll off of him and huff when your back hits the bed. He slides off and stands with his hand out for you, you take it and wince when you stand. Your legs threaten to give out, trembling beneath you as you attempt to walk.

"Come here you big baby." He rolls his eyes and scoops you up bridal style. You sigh and lean your head against his shoulder as he hauls you off to the bathroom. He gently sets you in the large claw foot bathtub, you shiver as the frozen porcelain bites your hot skin.

"Here, move forward." He says simply, you obey thoughtlessly. He slides in behind you after flipping the faucet on. He gathers your hair in his hands then moves it over your shoulder so it can fall across your chest when you lean back against him. He brings a hand up to smooth the hair sticking to your sweaty forehead back, placing a sweet kiss to your temple while he does so.

Your eyes flutter closed and you bask in the warmth of his aftercare. Katsuki might be a rockstar in bed, but he really shines in the quiet moments after. He always cares for you like you're something precious that he doesn't want to break. The thought sends a pang of longing through your chest, knowing the security he offers after his rough sex isn't the result of romance.

"Thank you, sir," You sigh out as the water rises over your shaking legs. He smiles against your head, amused at you still addressing him with the name he demands you use in the bedroom, knowing you're still stuck in your obedient headspace.

"Use my name, baby." He says, coaxing you back out of it.

"Thank you, Suki." He hums at the nickname as he reaches for your hand, bringing the back of it to his soft lips.

Soon the water has covered both of your bodies completely, you reach your foot out to turn the faucet off. The heat of the water feels devine against your exhausted muscles, your legs stop trembling and you relax against Katsuki.

"Can we talk?" He asks, head dropping to kiss along the shoulder not covered by your hair.

"What about?" You ask, taking his hand in yours to observe the scars littering his broad palm.

"I meant it." He says, voice deep and intentional.

"Meant what?" You inquire, bringing his hand up to kiss it like he had yours.

"Be mine." He says it like it's obvious, like you should've known better.

Your heart soars at the proposition, but you have to make sure he isn't just talking out of his ass because he's high on endorphins.

"Suki, we agreed that-"

"I know what we fuckin' agreed on." He says gruffly, there's the harsh Bakugo you know.

"I changed my mind." He says, taking a deep breath after changing his tone back to a more caring one.

"Plus I'm doing you a favor." He says, voice laced with mischief.

"How so?" You ask.

"This way you won't have bad sex with lame extras." He states, making you both laugh a little.

"Yeah, good point." You giggle. You turn so you can straddle him, water splashing around you as you do so.

His hands find their home on your waist and his eyes study your face as you settle on his lap.

"You can't have all your ladies though." You sigh, giving a fake pout as you bring your hands up to cradle his face.

"There haven't been any others since this started." His honesty nearly knocks the wind out of you.

"What?" You ask, absolutely dumbfounded.

"Nobody but you." He confirms, leaning up to kiss across your collar bones. He presses his lips into your skin again and again, you pull his face away to look down at him seriously.

"I don't like seeing you with anyone else, I don't want anyone else to have you." He looks up at you through his lashes, an unusual look in his eyes.

"Ok." You breathe out, causing his eyebrows to raise, an almost excited look on his face.

"I'm yours, Suki." You smile down at him. A rare grin spreads across his handsome face and his lips are on yours instantly, kissing you passionately as his arms snake around to grab at your hips.

"Say it again." He mumbles against your lips, still smiling like a fool.

"I'm all yours, Dynamight." You say with a wry smile.

He chuckles, low and dark, before scooping you up by grabbing you under your thighs. You giggle as he pulls you out of the water, he moves quickly back into the bedroom then throws you on the bed. You laugh as you bounce against the mattress.

"What are you doing? We're gonna get the sheets wet!" You yell.

"We already did that, sweetheart." He laughs as he crawls over you.

"Plus, you're my woman now-" He grabs your waist and starts kissing down your stomach, your body reacts to him immediately, head thrown back as his kisses inch lower.

"I've fucked you, now I've gotta make love to you." He says against your hip bone, punctuating his sentence with a sweet bite.

The promise of something so passionate with Bakugo has you reeling. You're more than ready for whatever he has planned for tonight.

"Take me, sparky." You tease, letting him spread your legs.

"Oh baby, I'll do more than that." And just like that, you're seeing stars again.

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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Caught Red-handed

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing, Struggling with migraines

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having suffered from migraines all their life, Y/N knows better than to give them much attention or let them hinder their work too much. However, their boyfriend is a lot more worried than they are and has taken it as his personal duty to ease their pain as much as he possibly can.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request, I’m so sorry it has taken me so long to get to it, write and post it, but here it finally is and I hope you come across it and read it! I’ve never experienced migraines nor have I known someone who has so if I’ve misrepresented or written any misinformation, anyone who catches it, feel free to let me know either in the comments or in my inbox/messages! Love, Vy ❤

The first time I got a headache was in the middle of math class in eighth grade. I remember it so distinctly because I had never before experienced such sudden and such intense pain. I got to go home early that day and spent a good portion of the day trying to sleep it off but to no avail.

Since then I’ve grown used to having to deal with a pain so strong it renders me unable to function for a whole day about two times a month. Sometimes, I even try to be stubborn with it - I try to push through as much work as I can despite the migraine, but that never works out for a long time considering it ends up crippling me in the end. That’s never kept me from trying over and over again though!

Now, to contrast my nonchalance and even annoyance with these pesky attacks, is my boyfriend Corpse’s concern over them. I’ve tried explaining to him that I’ve grown used to them and that I try not to let them bother me and that he shouldn’t stress over them so much but I may as well be talking to a wall because all he has to do is see me squint my eyes or cringe and he enters concerned-mother mode. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it to no end, I just don’t want him worrying over something so small. Also, a minor convenience: if the migraine doesn’t hinder me from tending to my tasks, Corpse will. He’ll make sure I’m off the task I’m working and transported into bed in an instant.

That’s why I’m now clenching my jaw, struggling to maintain a poker face as I work on an important project I have to send to my boss by the start of next week. I’ve got plenty of time, but I like to stay on top of my work so it doesn’t pile on top of me, you know what I’m saying. Corpse is sitting on the couch next to me, casually glancing at me every now and then while remaining quiet as to not disturb me. So far so good, he hasn’t noticed anything and, if I didn’t know any better I would sigh in relief. There’s nothing to trigger the pain to arise any further - the lights are dim, I’m staying hydrated, and I downed two painkillers in the bathroom about an hour and a half ago - so I’m sure I’ll be in the clear at least until dinner.

“Wanna watch a movie when you’re done?“ Corpse asks, “Unless you’re tired or anything...“

I flash him a grateful smile, giving his knee a squeeze of reassurance, “I’d love to, babe. But I can’t promise that I won’t fall asleep.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, I know you’ve got a tendency of doing that.” Giving me a side-glance he adds, “It’s cute.”

I roll my eyes, already sensing a blush creeping up on my cheeks and neck which I hide by turning to face my laptop screen. One thing I can’t hide though is the wide grin that’s spread across my face as I mutter: “Shut up.”

Just then, a particularly sharp jolt of pain courses through my head, testing that ability to maintain a resting face. Thankfully, Corpse is turned in the opposite direction, searching for his phone, so I allow myself a brief cringe at the discomfort.

Guess the painkillers are dying down on me, I think to myself, a second away from sighing exasperatedly at the thought that I have to down two more. It was wishful of me to think I could enjoy the luxury of a dull ache until dinner, now the migraine is straight up mocking me.

I quietly stand up from the couch and make my way to the bathroom so I can take another dose of aspirin because I don’t think I’ll be able to focus on my work for very long if it keeps hitting me with this intensity. Opening the door to the small cabinet above the sink, I automatically reach out for the bottle of pills but stop when I see a surprise.

Directly in front of the bottle stands a note written in, you guessed it, Corpse’s handwriting.

‘Already losing effect, huh? When are you thinking of coming clean?‘

Well shoot, am I that transparent?

I sheepishly exit the bathroom, walking back into the living room where Corpse greets me with the same stance as a parent greeting their kid who’s gotten home past curfew: legs crossed, arms folded over his chest, one eyebrow raised, the whole nine yards.

“Yeah, they’re already losing effect.“ I admit, a small apologetic smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, my cheeks burning with an embarrassed blush. “And I wasn’t gonna tell you at all.” I hurry to add: “Please don’t be mad though.“

Corpse shifts slightly, his gaze giving me a onceover as he contemplates how to pursue the case. I’ve already got several arguments/defenses ready - the perks of working for a lawyer - but I know he’ll dismiss all of them no matter how strong they might come off as in court. Bottom line: even statements that would fly in court can’t fly with Corpse sometimes. Especially when my health and well-being are the topic of observation.

“What have we said about lying?“ He finally asks, causing me to cringe and ball my fists in guilt.

However, I still have my arguments ready: “You never asked me so I never technically lied.” One might say I have quite the audacity to plead not guilty right now, even though I’ve been caught red-handed, but what can I say, I’m stubborn in nature. And Corpse knows this, he’s just testing me for his own amusement.

“Poor excuse, Y/N.“ He says with disapproval, shaking his head and fully embracing his disappointed parent persona. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today. So, as punishment for hiding the truth from me, you are to ditch that project you’ve been bugging yourself over and come cuddle and watch a movie with me. Bonus points for you if you fall asleep.“

I needn’t be told twice - not only will it wipe that look off his features but it’ll also get earn me a movie night with the additional benefit of cuddling with my boyfriend? - how could I refuse?

I can’t help it, I just gotta push my luck here and poke the bear with a stick, “If the punishments are so sweet I might start being dishonest more often.“

Corpse rolls his eyes, scooting on the couch and tapping the space he’s freed up for me, “I said I was feeling generous, don’t bet on it happening often though.”

Alright, enough luck-pushing, I should be grateful for this generosity instead. I should be using it to the max.

So, what’s stopping you from doing just that?

Good question, brain, good question.

Head still pounding just not as intensely, I slip under the thin soft comforter to find myself not only wrapped in it but also in Corpse’s arm, his warm embrace bringing me instant comfort, walking me on the tight-rope of falling asleep right away.

“Sneaky bastard.“ I attempt to mutter, yawning halfway through.

I feel his lips on the top of my head, placing a quick and gentle kiss in my hair before he says, “You’re welcome, babe.”

Count your lucky stars, Y/N. You’ve got one of the good ones.

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The bleach blonde male sat quietly in the dimly lit room, nothing to keep him company save for the metal chains attached to his wrists that would occasionally rattle when he would shift around, not that there was anywhere he could go to. His face was glued to the floor, his nose letting out a sigh every now and then as he waited for something, anything to happen. He had been stripped of his clothes, leaving him completely bare and occasionally shivering from the cold air that sometimes hit him. He had been locked up for approximately an hour or more since his little.....episode upstairs in the mansion.

Nothing that he regretted though.

Hearing the large door open, his heart nearly leaped out of his chest. The corner of his lip curled upwards in a smirk as he heard the familiar clanking of heels sounding throughout the basement. They stopped right in front of him, one of them impatiently tapping against the floor. He didn't need to look up to know the owner more than likely had her arms crossed and a scowl was visible on her face.

Good. At least he had finally gotten her attention.

"Well? What do you have to say for yourself?"

Still not looking up, he opted for pursing his lips out, looking over at the side as if he saw something that amused him. His demeanor only served to fuel the already burning anger inside the female. Squatting down, she harshly gripped his face and made him turn to look at her.

"Hey! Look at me when I'm talking to you and fucking answer me when I'm asking you a question Wooyoung."

He only let out an unsatisfied huff, finally opening his mouth.

"Little bitch had it coming."

Digging her nails into his skin, she hardened the grip she held on him.

"Excuse me?"

With a grunt, Wooyoung jerked his face away from her hand, a red line now marked across the side of his chin. He looked up with defiance at the woman standing in front of him, her gorgeous body clad in a black leather bustier corset, paired with extremely short cheek hugging shorts with thigh high fishnet stockings decorating her legs.

"I said little bitch had it coming. He kept bragging on and on about how you've spoiled, pampered and constantly been fucking him like you're all some kind of horny rabbits. Well I got news for you, Madam, he's not the only slave you own, not the only one who can please you well enough yet you let him bask in your undivided attention and that only serves to fuel his ego."

The young woman blinked her eyes slowly, the light bulb turning on in her head as she realized what was happening. She let out an amused scoff as she took in the fire burning in her slave's eyes.

"Jung Wooyoung, you were jealous. Weren't you?"

"So what if I was?" He spat back at her, making her frown again.

"Don't you use that tone with me. Remember I'm still your owner and you're still in trouble for picking a fight with San." She reprimanded him.

"What's the use of him working out those arms of his if little baby can't even defend himself?" He let out a small 'tsk.'

"I'm not done with you. Your little temper tantrum just put you in a lot of trouble you little brat."

Loving the use of his usual nickname, he smiled challenging up at his mistress, a twinkle in his eye.

"And what do you plan on doing then?"

He was truly unbelievable. Smirking down at him, she lightly petted his hair, making sure to be all so gentle with him.

"Well....seeing as you've been feeling neglected and in need of my attention, I'm going to make sure you get it..."

Before he could even get comfortable, she suddenly yanked his hair harshly, a harsh grunt spurting out his mouth as he tried to break free once again.

"Along with a reminder about how I like and expect my submissive little slaves to behave at all times."

Letting go of his hair, she tilted his head up once more and struck him across his pretty face, leaving his cheek a bright pink color.

"That's for the busted lip you gave Sannie."

Throwing his head back, he let out a loud and mocking laugh.

"Is that all you came here for? Slap me once and call it a day?"

Not letting his bratty behavior make her lose her temper, though her hand was twitching to put him in his place, she gave him a sweet smile. Hand reaching out to pet his hair, she began cooing at him.

"Oh my sweet little slave, you know better than anyone I'm not letting you go that easily."

Wooyoung couldn't resist leaning into her touch. It had been so long since she'd caressed him like that and he was already melting for her. He allowed her to press him up against the wall, her hands roaming across his chest, his skin so soft and smooth to the touch it'd be a sin not to leave it full of purple and red blotches. Which was exactly what she was going for. Face hidden on the crook of his neck, mouth closing over his beautifully tanned skin, she began to aggressively suckle on his sensitive points. Being the loud brat he was, Wooyoung immediately began spilling out moaned out hums and harsh sucked in breaths whenever she gave him a particularly long suck or sank her teeth into his flesh. When one of her hands brushed over his hardening member, he pressed his hips into her palm. Getting the hint, Y/N chuckled and gripped his base, starting a rather mellow pace as she began rubbing along his length.

"This what you wanted my little slave? Wanted me to get you off like this?"

Wooyoung couldn't keep himself from bucking his hips up. It had been far too long since he'd been touched like that by anyone else and he having been so sexually frustrated for a while, all he wanted was to cum by the help of someone else who wasn't his hand.

"Y-yes! Please! Keep going Mistress. Feels so g-good."

Taking her hand, he urged her to pump him faster, his breath letting out hisses when she finally began jerking him as he wanted to. Y/N smirked against his neck, she had him exactly where she wanted him: needy, vulnerable, but most of all oblivious to what she was going to do. Her free hand reached deep inside her shorts, taking out a little special surprise she had kept hidden away for a specific reason. Wooyoung was so lost in his urgent need to cum he didn't see anything of what was happening. His eyes only shot wide open when he suddenly felt her other hand wrap something around the base of his cock, her movements halting all together and she stepped away from him. Looking down, Wooyoung was not only pissed at being denied his orgasm, but was also somewhat anxious about having a cock ring placed on him. This meant he was not going to cum for a while, and that thought alone made him uneasy and whiny.

"No! Please! Y/N! You can't do this to-yahh!"

Having gone over to the lever that connected to the chains he was wearing, Y/N made it so that his arms were fully raised above his head, rendering him unable to bring them back down and unable to escape the position he was in, back pressed to the wall and at her complete disposition for her to use him as she pleased. Wooyoung knew it, hence why he gulped when he saw her pick up something from the table that had an assorted of toys for her to choose from. He watched as her hand waved over a flogger, a riding crop, hesitated for a moment when it hovered over a paddle. But ultimately, Y/N's eyes sparkled brightly as she unraveled the single tailed whip and began walking over to Wooyoung with a determined look.

"Remember this Wooyoung? I'm sure you do. It was the very first thing I used on you when you first came to live with me. You were such an unruly and untamed little boy, I had to teach you manners and etiquette........."

Wooyoung grunted when she wrapped the whip around his neck and pulled his face close to hers, a devilish smirk in her eyes.

"Let's relive old times."

With a harsh tug, she pulled the whip off from his neck before forcing him to turn around and face the stone wall behind him. He had no time to mentally nor physically prepare before he felt the first fiery sting of the whip clashing against his skin.

"Ah fuck!"

Gripping harshly at the metallic links above him, Wooyoung tried so hard for keep any noises from spilling it but ultimately couldn't. He was extremely vocal and the seering pain of the whip hitting against his back, ass and thighs had him howling out curses and screams that would be heard by anyone who was passing by the hallway outside. Body flinching, every strike further served to make his already hard member throb more intensely against the constraining device placed on it, aching to be allowed to cum. His precum was already spilling out onto the floor at a dangerous pace. He lost count after the 23rd hit, his mind too hazy and filled with lust as his body ached to be released from his torture yet also begged for more.

Y/N finally pulled back after his back was a bright red color, a few bright marks were definitely going to be left for a couple weeks, maybe a month. Although she felt slightly bad, she knew she had to continue, not only for his sake but for hers. If she was being honest, she had grown much too tired of all the other complacent boys, all perfectly submissive babies who were ready to obey her every command and behaved so perfectly well. She wanted to fill like an actual Dom once more and punish a brat for stepping out of line....

And Wooyoung provided just that.

Her heat pooled out a gush of slick when she saw how his body trembled when she placed a hand on his sensitive back, low panting breaths being exhaled from his chest.

"You look so pretty like this Woo. All naked, back red, sweat already forming around the center of it, your pretty cock with the ring around it..."

Wooyoung threw his head back when she reached over to cup his balls in her palm, squeezing and groping at them so intensely.

"But I know you can look even better."

He stiffened and gasped loudly, the sound getting cut off as he choked on his breath when he felt something being pushed up into his tight asshole. He let out a raspy groan when it was fully inserted in. It didn't take a genius to know that it was without a doubt a butt plug, his Mistress always loved shoving one up his ass every now and then, sometimes even making him go a whole day with one inside him. Hearing her giggle, he held in a whimper when she smacked his ass harshly.

"You always did have the cutest butt." She complimented him.

He let out a dissatisfied scoff.

"Yeah right. I've seen you stare and talk about Hongjoong's voluptuous ass more than once..."

Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist, teeth nibbling at his ear.

"Yeah his ass is definitely the biggest, but what's the point if he's too scared to have something shoved in it?"

Letting out a growl, Wooyoung tilted his head away from her, making her frown.

"Still not over that bratty and selfish attitude of yours? And here I was thinking of being nice and actually let you cum as much as you wanted.....but you seem hell bent on making your punishment worse."

Leaving his side, she went back towards the lever and began to loosen it up.

"On the ground, I want you lying on your back."

Grudgingly and with a hiss, he layed on his back, the cold surface surprisingly soothing the burning sensation he still felt on his skin. Feeling generous, Y/N loosened the chains enough to allow him to move his arms as freely as he wanted, though it'd probably be a while for the numbness to go away after having them held up for such a long time. Strutting over to him, she got on her knees and pried his legs far enough to see the red jeweled plug decorating his ass. Bending over, she placed her head so close to his reddened tip, which immediately excited him.

"What?" She questioned him, pulling her face back when he attempted to shove his length towards her face.

"Please~" He pleaded, hips bucking up in the air in desperation, wanting to feel something, anything to help his problem.

"Please what slave? You're going to have to be more specific with me." She teased him as she leaned back in and swiped her tongue up his cock and almost immediately pulled back.

Wooyoung shivered at the feeling of her wet muscle gliding along his length, wanting to feel more of it.

"Please! Let me cum! I'll be a good boy for you!" He cried out.

Y/N pretended to think about it for a second. Then she proceeded to wrap her lips just around his tip, tongue swirling around his slit.

"Oh my! Yes! Please please please!" He shut his eyes at the overwhelming pleasure from just a small action.

Pulling back to spit on his cock, she pumped at the base as her head bobbed up and down and sucked the top. Wooyoung's mouth was an endless pit of constant moans and hisses as he bucked his hips onto her face, cock twitching when she pushed his length all the way to the back of her throat and held it there before gagging on it and pulling back out, the sides of her mouth spilling out a large trail of saliva as she got back to work on sucking him off.

"Mistress! I'm going to cum! Please don't stop! Yes! I'm gonna-"

Just as he was on the brink of reaching the high he so craved, Y/N immediately pulled back when she felt his cock about to stutter. She witnessed sadistically as he let out a pained cry at his ruined orgasm, his hands going to his face and clutching at his hair, hips sputtering and cock wiggling pathetically as he experienced the most intense discomfort and disappointment in his life. He nearly pulled out his own hair as he dropped his arms to the floor and looked over at his Mistress, eyes glassy and red.

"Wh-why would you do that?! I wanted to-"

He quickly shut up when she strangled his neck with one hand, eyes glaring at him.

"I told you I'm not letting you go that easily. If you want your precious orgasm, you gotta beg for it you worthless slave. Show me you deserve it."

Slamming him back down to the floor, she climbed on top of him, dragging her shorts down her legs and tossing them far away somewhere. Wooyoung licked his lips as her wet and succulent pussy came in contact with his face, her thighs placed on each side of his head.

"Now, put that big and loud mouth of yours to work slut. It's not going to eat itself so get to it. If I don't cum, you don't get to cum."

Wooyoung waited for her to lower herself even more before swiping his nose along her slit, shamelessly inhaling her scent. Tongue poking out, he glided it across her folds, paying careful attention to clit. Y/N couldn't resist it and began grinding her hips against his face.

"That's a good little slave, yes. Eat my pussy out like a good little boy."

Running her fingers through his hair, she threw her head back as Wooyoung's tongue skillfully toyed with her clit, lips enveloping her little nub to suck on it. He made sure to hum against it as well, knowing she loved it when he did that. His face was practically making out with her heat, hands gripping her thighs to pull her closer until she was practically smothering his entire face. If there was one thing he had it was eagerness, both to receive but most of all please. Wooyoung's tongue movements were eager and determined, he sloppily licked all over her mound, his teeth sometimes grazing across her folds only adding to her pleasure.

"Ah fuck! Such a good- holy shit! I'm gonna cum Wooyoungie! Gonna cum all over your pretty face and make a mess!"

Tugging his hair harshly, she rode his face in a brazen manner, eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed and teeth clenched as she fucked the poor boy's face. He didn't mind, he just kept his mouth wide open, tongue out to allow her to dig her clit onto it. He was letting out muffled whimpers as her weight practically crushed his jaw, but that didn't stop him from continuing to eat her out like one of the many desserts he loved enjoying. If it hadn't been for the cock ring, he swore he could have cum untouched when her hips stuttered, thighs clenched his head and she grinded herself furiously onto his face as she spilled her juices all over him. He made sure to lap up as much as he could, even after she stilled and sat there to collect her breath. Y/N was a panting mess by the end. Looking down, she smiled at Wooyoung as she got off his face. His hair was poking out in all directions, forehead sweaty, eyes dazed and he had her cum all over his chin, nose and jaw. He looked like such an ethereal mess.

Placing herself back on his hips, she began rubbing herself along his cock, and he immediately responded to her touch.

"Mistress will you let me cum now?" He put on the cutest puppy face he could muster.

"Hmm...i don't know....I want to since you've been good so far...but I don't know."

Feeling her movements slow, Wooyoung bucked his hips up, earning a slap on his thigh from her.

"Don't move."

"I'm sorry! I just really wanna cum! I've been good and I'll be good, I promise! Just please! Keep going, keep doing that. Put my cock inside your hole, even if just the tip but please!"

Y/N loved hearing him beg like he did, knowing she had probably already broken him once more, signaling she won. But she needed to be sure.

"You'll be good? Really? Does that mean you'll behave from now on? Will you even......watch as I fuck Sannie from behind?" She suggested.

At the mention of the other man's name, Wooyoung's attitude changed once again. With the chains rattling, he lifted himself up and began attacking Y/N's neck, sucking and biting down on her skin as his hands began to tear the corset apart.

"Mine! You're mine! I refuse to share with anyone especially that little whore!" He declared fiercely as he managed to tear her corset apart enough to free her glorious breasts, his teeth sinking down on one of them.

Although extremely turned on by his possessive and aggressive behavior, Y/N pushed him away before slapping his face harshly. Wooyoung sat there stunned, eye wide as he stared away in shock. Y/N had never slapped his face before, this just happened on the spur of the moment and she wondered if maybe she went too far.

"Woo-Wooyoung, I'm so sorr-"

"Fuck please do that again." He interrupted her as he grabbed her hand and placed it on his cheek once again.

She was appalled by his request.

"What?! No! Are you crazy?!"

Not accepting her answer and knowing she wouldn't hit him unless she deemed he deserved it, he launched at her once more ripping the rest of her corset off. He scrambled to line himself up to her drenched hole, wanting to pound up into her and fuck her as he wanted. Realizing what he was doing, Y/N pushed him off her once more and this time she landed two slaps across his face. She watched in fascination as Wooyoung's body trembled, his cock releasing tiny spurts of white liquid onto his thighs. She couldn't believe her eyes, he had literally just had a tiny orgasm from being teased for so long and from slapping his face.

It was such a twisted and sickening sight, but it fueled her depraved desires.

"Look at that......who knew you little mutt could cum at the merest of my touches....kinda pathetic don't you think slut?" She shook her head in a mocking way, looking at him with a disdainful gaze.

"Just admit you're enjoying this as well. Your eyes glow with every punishment you throw at me. Can anyone of your other slaves put up with half the torture you throw at me? Hmm? Can they? Admit I'm your favorite toy to play with." He taunted at her.

She calmly got up, ignoring the confused look on his face. He watched her go back to the lever and saw her lift it up. He felt his arms go up once more, just enough so that he wouldn't be able to bring them back down. Then her hand swiftly grabbed something from the table once more. Straddling his chest, he found out what it was she grabbed after she forced it around his mouth, drool coming out as he was unprepared for the ball gag that now adorned his mouth.

"Maybe that will keep your filthy mouth shut for a while as I fuck your cock like I want to."

He groaned in excitement when she pulled the cock ring off him, finally he was going to get what he wanted, a full blown orgasm.

"Oh.....don't get excited and happy just yet slave....I'm not quite done with you."

Having lined herself up on his throbbing dick, she harshly slammed herself down, giving him no time to adjust as she began bouncing on him. Wooyoung didn't care, although he was hypersensitive from being constricted by the cock ring, he felt relieved to have his Mistress' warm and wet walls cover his cock. Although muffled by the gag, he let out joyful mewling sounds as he lost himself in the feeling of her velvety hole. Y/N's eyes stared intensely at him, waiting for him to cum, which would probably come very soon giving how long he had been waiting for it. Just as she predicted, his high came very fast, even he didn't expect it so soon. Through garbled incoherent words, he sputtered underneath her, his hot cum coating up her walls, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt the most mind blowing orgasm he's had since the first time he was broken by her.

Giving him no chance no relax, she lifted herself back up and continued to fuck herself on his dick, small mocking laughter coming out her lips when Wooyoung tried to pull his hands around her to halt her movements, only to be painfully reminded that his arms were chained up.

"I'm not done yet you bitch. I still need to cum....let's see how long that takes."

Wooyoung began thrashing his body underneath her, stifled screaming pouring out his throat as he couldn't handle the overstimulation, especially not after so much denial. She could faintly make out the word 'please' come out his lips, but all she did was slap him across the face once again.

"Shut up! Who's the whiny little baby now? Take what I give you. You wanted to cum so badly, now you're going to get it."

Her breasts bounced against her body, her skin glistening from all the sweat it had accumulated, hair sticking to her face as a wicked smile framed her features as she peered down at the poor boy underneath her. Through teary eyes, he let out choked out shrieks as he felt another orgasm being ripped out of his body, legs kicking out in a futile attempt to move her away from him. Y/N only sped up her movements, feeling her 2nd orgasm fast approaching, especially when taking in how much of a blanked out mess Wooyoung was becoming.

"Look at you pretty little slave making such a mess. Your cum is leaking out onto the floor. Such a dirty naughty boy."

Wooyoung had tears streaming down his face, cheeks burning bright red. His mind had completely shut off at this point, nearly blacking out from all the immense pleasure he was being forced to endure. He no longer had control of his body, his body kept writhing and quivering against his will. He was pretty sure even the people on the other side of the mansion could hear his screams, even if they were being slightly muted by the mouth gag he was wearing. In trying to clench to keep from cumming once more, he only groaned as he felt the butt plug that had never been taken off him. He could no longer hold back, cumming for a third time, more violent than the previous ones, body convulsing under the harsh fucking of his owner as her walls also contracted over his spurting cock.

Holding herself up on his thick thighs, her back arched, panting hysterically as she heavily came all over her lover's cock.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Oh my- Wooyoung!"

If he hadn't been so fucked out and dizzy from the overstimulation, Wooyoung would have had a smug grin plastered on his face followed by a teasing comment, but all he could do was just stare up at the ceiling, face blank even after Y/N slowed down her movements until completely stilling on top of him. Knowing he was too worn out to move, she pulled the plug out of his ass before pulling out of his length. She noticed him shiver when the cold air hit his exposed cock, thighs clenching together. She quickly freed his hands from the chains and caught them before they dropped against the hard floor. Finally, she removed the ball gag off his mouth, all covered in his saliva, lips looking sore and somewhat slightly pink. He painfully grumbled when she lifted his torso up and cupped his face.

"You doing ok?" She scanned him all over to make sure no severe damage was done.

Tilting his head slightly up and down, his eyes began to get drowsy as tiredness began to befell him. Y/N carefully helped him to his feet, slinging one of his arms over her shoulder to help him walk him to her room so she could give him proper aftercare.

"Come on my precious baby. Don't worry about anything. I'll run you a bath and then we'll cuddle on my bed. Does that sound good?"

Although he had his head hung low, Y/N knew he was smiling, after all, he was finally getting what he wanted: her undivided attention.

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animeyanderelover · 4 years ago

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Hi I was wondering if your requests are open? If so then would you be willing to do yandere chrollo and Feitan sharing an s/o? Like a poly relationship kinda thing? If your requests aren’t open or you don’t feel comfortable with it then feel free to just delete this! Have a nice day/night!

Information that I have rewritten this since I’ve made some dumb mistakes in here😓.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, sadism, threatening, killing, controlling Yandere, strict Yandere, manipulation, gaslighting

Chrollo and Feitan sharing a darling

📖☠️I wouldn’t really see Chrollo tolerating sharing his darling with anyone, though someone from the Phantom Troupe he trusts has more rights in regards of his darling. Still though, he’s far too possessive for that so I really can only see this work if Feitan was the one who found and captured the darling first, and that for a while. It’s likely that at one point everyone of the spiders will find out and in that case Feitan will be forced to introduce his darling at the very least, there are some people who want to know who the small sadist has it bad for after all. Chrollo…has some mild interest at first, he really only cares that Feitan can guarantee that you won’t tell anyone about what you know.

📖☠️He trusts Feitan enough though so that he will allow him in the end to keep the darling. Funnily I’d say that Chrollo could already be after the first meeting slightly interested in the darling. Feitan…Feitan had a longer stalker period after he caught his thoughts constantly drifting back to you and after he snapped and got annoyed with his feelings, he abducted his s/o. Chrollo on the other hand needs something which intrigues him, fascinates him with a normal citizen. One meeting still is not enough, it leaves an lasting impression and slight wonders, but Chrollo has yet to fall deeper into his own twisted obsession before the respect that you’re Feitan’s darling will be tested.

📖☠️A second and maybe a third meeting might be needed until it’s almost like Chrollo has been placed under a disease where the only cure seems to be you. Observing how frightened and jumpy his s/o is around everyone, how terrified they look whenever Feitan glare at them with the silent message to behave and how awful and forbidden the scars and bruises on their skin looks. Seeing how Feitan treats such a sweet, endearing thing like you stirs up disagreement, distaste up inside of him. A slight narrow of his eyes as he begins to worry that one day you might shatter under Feitan’s treatment, losing someone as interesting and cute as you. A thought has his heart hurting. What a tragedy that would be.

📖☠️When he talks with that about Feitan some time later, that the spider probably should treat their lover like a treasure and not an enemy of the Troupe is the beginning of this begrudgingly relationship. Feitan…is rendered speechless after hearing such words from his boss, more a demand than a nice suggestion. This could be Chrollo trying to be a gentleman of course, but Feitan knows this man for a little while longer now. It’s not like him since Chrollo only puts on such faces to get what he wants to know. Would he normally really interfere, almost threaten in a slight tone to try to stop this treatment?

📖☠️More frequent requests about how his darling is doing and using excuses from other members who want to meet you once again against Feitan only strengthens his suspicions even more that his boss might have caught a certain liking to you as well. And the short man does not know fully how to deal with this. He respects Chrollo endlessly yet starts feeling the growing threat more and more the more he has to see how his boss starts interacting with you, charming you and showing you care. Wounds that might not have fully healed will be stitched from Machi and he promises them that he’ll convince Feitan to stop this treatment.

📖☠️Feitan, not someone to be insecure, starts growing paranoid and slowly lunatic as well. How couldn’t he? Here is his boss, the one he swore loyalty too, taking a rapid interest in his s/o and sweet talking them. His boss is good in seducing someone, so the doubts that his darling might end up liking him and leaving him start pondering in his head more and more. The fear of losing someone to someone else, Chrollo from all people, is a situation Feitan never imagined himself to be in. Yet here he is, working himself completely up. His possessiveness grows, suddenly he always glues himself to your side whenever he takes you with him to the spiders, watching with a burning gaze. There were a few times where he even ended up asking you what you thought of his boss, though you were probably too frightened to say anything that might anger him.

📖☠️Pakunoda, Nobunaga and Machi were probably the first ones to realize that there was a building tension between Chrollo and Feitan and it’s likely that they had started suspecting that their boss was developing growing feelings for you as well. And it baffled them as well, knowing that this might cause problems and had already affected Feitan greatly. He had been in his worst moods and had lashed out on every member who had asked him about his darling. The three respect Chrollo and Feitan so all of them obviously wanted to find a way to solve this problem, though it was hard to believe that Chrollo wouldn’t do something either. But they wanted to at least discuss something with him.

📖☠️And shortly after Chrollo did indeed, reaching out to Feitan so he could have a talk with him somewhere alone. The leader of the Troupe had came to realize that he had fallen utterly in love with the new addition to the spiders as well and indeed, a possessive and discontent feeling was bestowed upon him whenever he had though and seen his darling spider and Feitan together. A man who had abused his poor lover with whips and chains. And the hostility which Feitan tried to suppress due to his respect for Chrollo had not been fruitless either, it only proved that Feitan held him in high regards yet was scared.

📖☠️It was easy to read Feitan in regards of his darling, the closed hearted man showed his true intentions and feelings. And as Chrollo confessed his feelings for the darling to Feitan, for a short moment his heart really did miss a beat. Eyes looking down as many conflicting emotions were clashing inside of him. Anger, confusion, frustration and fear. Chrollo could technically take his darling away from him, manipulate them and make them fall in love with him. It was all possible and the question was if Feitan would be able to do something against it. He couldn’t possibly fight Chrollo.

📖☠️Yet he was caught off-guard again when Chrollo suggested a very unusual offer, sharing. Admittedly, his greedy side had considered taking you away from Feitan yet there was the fact that he cared still for the members. And even if a thief took what they wanted, Feitan had never once betrayed or disappointed him and had been the first one to find you. He respects him and after a long talk with Pakunoda, Machi and Nobunaga who had all been concerned since sniffing out the signs, he had decided to try to be respectful. Honestly, none of those was exactly happy with that, but it was the best choice without drama. For Feitan probably more because he could still be with his darling.

📖☠️Everyone is not exactly surprised except for those really oblivious ones, otherwise all knew that their boss had feelings for Feitan’s darling. What did come as a surprise was that both of them had begrudgingly agreed to share. Caring for their fellow Troupe member Feitan and highly respecting their boss Chrollo everyone can still probably agree that this was the best outcome, though they’re all anxious how this will work exactly out and how you will end up.

📖☠️Chrollo still holds more control since he is still Feitan’s leader and he starts exactly with his sadistic and vicious outlashes on his darling. Because those are forbidden from now on, seeing all the wounds and scares on you makes this man agitated. You shouldn’t suffer like this. Another advantage Chrollo really has is that he has his charms and starts improving his darling’s life by a lot and since they are still terrified of Feitan (in most cases), they might tend to cling more to him. Something Chrollo uses with nightmarish perfection and something that is a harsh punch in the heart to handle for Feitan. He saw it coming yet it causes him to feel pain he doesn’t want to feel.

📖☠️Whilst I see Chrollo as responsible enough to guarantee that Feitan gets some time with the darling, if they were to refuse because they don’t want to be alone with Feitan, he won’t force them. Chrollo is a man who keeps his word to Feitan though, so if he promised he will still have to leave, even if it does satisfy him to see that his darling prefers him. He’d never show that though. Feitan has a harder time dealing with this all after, he does not have what Chrollo has and has a history of having his sadistic way with them. By now he has most likely softened far enough up to not do so anymore, not to mention that Chrollo is now in the picture.

📖☠️I still feel like that even if Chrollo would take advantage of the situation, he’d probably still give him some tips on what he can do to hopefully get the love of his darling which Chrollo is currently heading for in a rapid tempo. Feitan asks others like Pakunoda and Nobunaga as well after having swallowed his pride as well. And after that, behold yourself, he starts trying to be nice towards his darling. Something Chrollo acknowledges yet also sees as a certain sort of rivalry.

📖☠️There is always some sort of tension between those two, more subtle in peaceful times and sharp as a knife whenever one catches you being affectionate with the other one. No doubt that those two kind of rip the darling back and forth since both are extraordinarily possessive over their darling, the only things bonding them together is their mutual respect for each other and the darling. But seriously, do not hurt their darling. At this rate the whole damn Troupe has gotten attached to you so everyone daring to harm you will drown in the depths of hell.

#yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere chrollo #yandere chrollo lucilfer #yandere feitan #yandere feitan portor

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neonthewrite · 3 years ago

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Washed Up Winchesters 4

The mission goes on! Jacob is just happy to be included.

Cowritten with @nightmares06, the writer behind the @brothersapart multiverse!

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Read Time ~10 minutes

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Jacob had spent much of his time walking the fields outside the city since finding the sodden pair. The livestock minded him less and less anymore, and keeping an eye on the herds gave him something to do. The moment Chase and Minnie had dragged the poor guys into the house to get them wrapped up and dry before they caught hypothermia, there was nothing more he could do to help.

When Minnie brought him news of their waking up, he was relieved. He'd thought he might be called back and tasked with carrying them to a hospital or something.

Now, after hearing Minnie's annoyed news that one of them ran off, he wondered if Chase had taken a chance to explain things. Probably not.

He heard Chase's argument by the tree out front. He didn't see the other guy, hiding as he was near the trunk, not until he'd moved closer.

Then, of course, he recognized a gun for what it was. Tiny, perhaps, but it would be just as deadly to the miniature people he'd been surrounded by since he washed up on Lilliput's shore.

"Hey!" he blurted, twitching forward. One hand braced on the ground to avoid falling over, and the other swept down towards Chase. Huge fingers curled around the small Lilliputian, forming a wall between the tiny pair. Chase was safe, barricaded in a small alcove created by Jacob's hand.

Only a short distance from Chase, Dean jerked backwards to avoid the incoming hand. It was not reassuring to have it sweep close to him, and his mind interpreted it as coming right at him.

Before he realized that Jacob was just barricading Chase off, a person that Dean had no intention of being hostile towards, his finger twitched, and he fired his gun.

All it did was sputter, and only then did Dean remember that he, and everything he owned, had been recently dunked in the ocean, rendering the gun totally useless.

In the pause that followed, Jacob stared at Dean with a shocked look. He’d been fully prepared to take a tiny bullet from that gun, and didn’t know how to proceed once that plan failed. He opened his mouth to say something, and then closed it again.

Chase, however, was neither silent nor still for long. He shoved against Jacob’s hand with all the strength he had, and though Jacob wasn’t affected by it, he hesitantly uncoiled his hand partway for Chase to stumble out again. “Dude, seriously? You were gonna shoot him?!”

"I thought he was gonna grab me!" Dean shot back defensively at Chase, fussing with the gun only to find the insides were still flooded. Useless. "And now we don't even have any silver bullets to stop the skinwalkers, since Sam's gear is in the exact same shape!"

Jacob drew his hand back slowly, very aware of the distrustful glances he was getting. As he did, Chase shook his head and sighed. "Guess you'll just have to let us help ya, then," the small Lilliputian announced. "And no more attacking Jacob."

"I don't really blame ya," Jacob muttered. Even crouched down and trying not to loom over the pair, he eclipsed the house behind him. "I promise not to grab, if that helps…"

Dean sent Jacob an annoyed glare as he put his gun back together, resolving to give it a full cleaning the moment they were free. The gun deserved better after the amount of times he’d used it, occasionally saving their lives or the lives of victims.

“Better not,” he griped, remembering how strange it had felt to wake up in giant hands after being tossed overboard. “The last thing I need is the newest giant getting in the way while we work…”

“Actually,” a voice interrupted Dean’s grumblings. “We’re going to need Jacob’s help for this.”

Sam came striding up, Minnie not far behind him. She had to move fast to keep up with Sam’s longer paces, and as they hurried over to join the others, Jacob’s hand twitched slightly, startled by their sudden appearance. He scanned the small crowd of four while Sam went on. “If we want to have a chance at getting to the docks on time, we’re going to need someone with longer legs.”

Dean bristled at the idea. “Help?! From them? They’re just a bunch of kids!”

“And we’re just some hunters that got tossed overboard, remember?” Sam reminded Dean sharply. “Without Jacob, you’d be stuck at the bottom of the ocean, finding out if mermaids exist or not.”

Dean just stubbornly crossed his arms. “Our disguises and paperwork were perfect,” he insisted.

“I was thinking about that, too,” Sam admitted. “It could just be that they… sniffed us out. If there were only skinwalkers on the ship, it didn’t matter how good your paperwork was.” Turning to Jacob, he tilted his head back to meet him in the eyes. “So? Are you in? We need to find out what they want before anyone else gets hurt.”

Jacob’s eyebrows drifted up and he glanced over the others in the group. He had no idea what they might be talking about. The first thing he heard after coming back to the house was an exasperated Minnie explaining that Dean (and, to even more of her annoyance, Chase) took off. Despite being able to outpace everyone in Lilliput without question, he could barely keep up with them sometimes.

He had to hope they’d explain things eventually.

“I mean, yeah,” he answered after his confused pause. He shifted slightly where he knelt, feeling awkward out there on the front lawn. “But I can’t walk through the whole shipyard or anything, there’s some spots I’m not allowed to be.”

“That’s fine,” Sam assured him. “If you can get us there fast, we can take care of the rest.” Turning towards Chase and Minnie, he held out his hands placatingly. “Look, I know it’s a lot to take in, but out there,” Sam waved distantly towards the horizon, “there are monsters.”

“We don’t have time for the whole spiel,” Dean interrupted. “But they’re as happy to kill you as look at you.”

“Me and my brother fight them,” Sam took over, trying not to let Dean’s gruff nature ruin what little camaraderie they had with the Lilliputians. “They’re not like your friend Jacob, or any other giant from the ocean, they’re far more dangerous because they can blend right in with you or me.”

Chase and Minnie exchanged a glance. His was amazed and confused, while hers was exasperated. Ever since Chase brought a giant home, it seemed like weird happenings followed. This was crazy. They couldn't outright deny the idea of monsters, not with a giant looming over the whole group, but the temptation was there.

"You mean, like, not just in Blefuscu?" Minnie finally said, cautious and reluctant to accept it.

Chase was practically enthusiastic about the news. "If there's monsters out there, why would they stick to just Blefuscu? Apparently they just hop on boats to get back and forth!"

Jacob frowned faintly. "And they toss people off boats," he murmured indignantly. It stuck with him that he'd nearly been too late to help Sam and Dean. "You think they're already ... infiltrated, or whatever?"

“We won’t know until we catch up to them,” Sam cautioned before Dean could jump in with his assumptions. “With their ship disembarking so fast, we only had a short time to infiltrate, and we got tossed off before we overheard any of their plans.”

“Anyway,” Dean said testily, “we need to get moving. Time’s wasting!”

Chase grinned. Minnie rolled her eyes at him. “You’re having too much fun with this, there’s actual monsters.” She crossed her arms as if it might deter her brother’s buoyant mood.

It didn’t. Chase tilted his head back and shielded his eyes from the sun. “You heard him, Jake! We gotta get going!”

Jacob wanted to agree with Minnie. If there were actual monsters out there, it seemed like they should be taking things more seriously. From the way Sam and Dean put it, people could already be hurt. Judging by how quick Dean was to pull weapons on him, these things could jump out at anyone at any time.

Still, he smiled faintly and scoffed. “I might just leave you guys waiting here,” he teased, even as he shifted one of his hands and moved it towards the small group, already turning it palm-up before it got to them.

Dean hesitated when the hand was there, larger than life and twice as strong. “I don’t know about this--”

Sam roughly shoved Dean’s shoulder, making him stumble onto Jacob’s hand before he could bring up even more protests. “Yeah, well this is what we’re doing,” he sassed his older brother. “Unless you suddenly have a better idea for how we’re going to catch up to the skinwalkers, just stay put and quit complaining.”

Chase and Minnie were next, though they gave Sam and Dean a few extra seconds to situate themselves. Even with twice the normal amount of people hitching a ride on his palm, Jacob still had plenty of room for them all. He held steady as Chase and Minnie stepped up, noting that they felt even lighter than usual compared to the newcomers.

“Alright, guys, no roughhousing,” Jacob instructed with a hopeful smile. “Won’t be long before we’re at the harbor.”

With the warning out of the way, the surface beneath the four tiny pairs of shoes tensed. Jacob’s fingers curled slightly, an extra precaution, as his hand rose into the air as steadily as he could. Luckily, he’d had some practice. Lifting the miniature crowd towards his chest was a smooth motion followed by his other hand appearing like a guard rail.

And then he stood, sending them all but soaring into the air as the air brushed past.

It was all of about five seconds of Jacob standing at his full height before Dean ended up clinging to Sam.

"Dude, really?" Sam griped, trying to peel the iron grip his older brother had on his arm. "What's the problem now?"

"Problem?" Dean asked, his voice a higher pitch from normal. "There's no problem. We're just a hundred feet in the air, that's all!"

"You fight monsters, Dean, and a little height is what gets you?"

Dean sent a glare at Sam, but it was half-hearted, the heights beyond the edge of Jacob's hand distracting him enough to keep him from sassing back. "Just... don't like heights..." Dean muttered. "It wasn't a problem before!"

“Minnie’s not a fan, either,” Chase chimed in, earning a dark glare from his sister. “But don’t you worry. Jake here has practice!”

Indeed, Minnie stood close to him with her arms crossed and her shoulders tense, and avoided looking at the edge of the giant hand. “He’s … pretty careful,” she muttered. Admitting it was tough, but for the sake of helping their erstwhile guests feel safer, she would avoid arguing with Chase. At least on some things.

“Talking about me?” Rumbled not only overhead, but nearby in Jacob’s chest. He tilted his head down to check on his many passengers. He’d never seen his hand look crowded. “Gonna be alright? The only other secure way I have is my pocket.”

Dean's reply was somewhat along the lines of a strangled grunt, and Sam shook his head, amused.

"This is fine," Sam told them. "No... pockets. I doubt that would do much to help."

Dean nodded faintly in agreement, and gave them a weak thumbs up. He sank down, ending up sitting on Jacob's palm, trying his best not to think about where they were, and that he was sitting on a giant's hand. All of that while said giant took them to their destination.

The other hunters back home would never believe this one, as if they needed more reason to call the Winchesters crazy.

Jacob nodded once, and his sympathetic gaze lingered on Dean’s shaky hunch. It wasn’t the first time one of the little folk had been nervous on his hand, and probably wasn’t the last. Even Chase had been concerned at first, as much as he tried to act like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Once assured everyone was as settled as they could be, though, Jacob turned his attention on the ground far below instead. He didn’t want to dote so much attention on his passengers that he forgot to keep an eye on anyone wandering down there.

As he stepped off the front path of the Lisong’s home, he regretted leaving a very noticeable giant boot print behind. Someone would likely scold him for it later.

#mywriting #collab #chase in lilliput au #washed up winchesters #jacob andris #chase lisong #sam winchester #dean winchester #minnie lisong #gullivers travels fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #g/t #g/t handheld

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kookiepredictions · 3 years ago

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Jungkook Current Energy

Jungkook has a... little skip in his step right now. He’s in LOVE. There might be a person in the picture but more than anything else, he is in love with LIFE. He is gracefully twirling out of mental and emotional binds that have been keeping him captive and he’s never felt freer! He feels like he has wings and he can fly and he wants to share this flight with those he loves. His heart space is overflowing with bliss and he wants to share this joy with everyone. Yet, he also realizes slowly that this is not something he can just give to someone— the other person has to be ready to receive it as well. So he is also safeguarding his bliss from those that might try to distort it with their own doubts or agenda. Outside, people might not even realize that his inner world is changing rapidly. After years of living life from external programming, Jungkook is now writing his own rules for his own life. There is a tsunami of rebellion inside his heart, but this is not the restless, chaotic kind— it is peaceful and stable, but also kind of a middle finger to external control programming lol. His bliss is not just confined to him either; I see a bevy of angels, guides and ancestors dancing around him in joy— it feels like a celebration! His heart chakra is spinning in a vortex of power that is soon going to be radiated all around him. Soon, his life is going to feel like a treasure trail where everyday he wakes up, each day feels like a diamond he has found on a walk— full of endless possibilities and rewards.

The last few years has felt like going through a series of doors where he opens one door which leads to another and then another... endlessly, and he was getting tired of it. Now he is at the threshold of the door that opens up to infinite space— it’s such a beautiful picture you guys I wish someone paints it— he will be standing on the edge of the earth with the door opening up to the stars where he will feel one with the cosmos, his bare feet planted firmly on the earth with long roots growing and connecting right to the core of the earth— he is placed perfectly between the physical and the divine realms. Right at this moment though, he is at the point where he is still ever-so-slightly hesitant. As I had mentioned in an earlier read, Jungkook attributes his spiritual journey and lessons and basically all good things to his Divine Feminine. There is an overwhelming gratitude that he feels for her and wants to share every beautiful experience and emotion that he feels with her. He is in a space with here where he trusts no one else with his happiness more than her. This is why, in happiness or in grief, in pain or in pleasure, he inadvertently wants to reach out to her. The “twin”, “I am you and you are me” aspect of this connection is dawning heavily on him and he can’t wait to experience this miraculous existence with her in the physical realm. This beautiful feeling when stretched out to the extreme, results in him being overly dependent on her which in turn makes the connection co-dependent which ultimately results in them repelling each other. This is why the more he tries to hold on to her tightly out of fear-based beliefs, the more he seems to be getting further away from her. This was the energy of the past, and Jungkook is slowly learning to let her go and ever since he has started to let go, she seems to be magically drawn to him. Right now he is in the energy of stepping into the realm of infinite possibilities and yet is just that bit hesitant and fearful where it’s like he is holding on to the pinky finger of her hand lol, unsure and fearful of what lies on the other side— kind of a “1 bird in hand is better than 2 in the bush” mentality. But what he is holding on to is only an old and outdated version of her; his Feminine has long since crossed over to the other side, so he’s only holding on to ashes, an illusion. It’s safe for him to fully let go and surrender. The upcoming theme for him is “sovereignty”. He is being led into direct connection with the Divine, who I see as his ultimate Guardian overseeing his whole life and his Twin Flame connection, where the Divine is like the father ushering in both of them into a life of bliss— I see 2 kids, a girl and a boy, frolicking in the fields— this is their inner children stepping out to play. His Feminine is already there and she and the Divine are waiting for him to let go of the past reality and step into this new one. For this, he has to go through the phase of spiritual sovereignty. He is being guided to be independent in his thoughts, beliefs and decisions— not just independent from those who he thinks are harmful, but also from those who he thinks are helpful, including his Feminine. Here, the point is not who is helpful, who is harmful, or who is good and who is bad, the point is only he can decide for himself from now on. Anything else will be rendered useless in his life. At this very moment, Jungkook is not entirely confident he can do it all by himself, plus as a perfectionist, he is extremely scared of making mistakes and putting himself and everyone else connected to him in jeopardy. But with energy, stagnation is more harmful than mistakes. In the bigger picture of the grand scheme of life, there are no mistakes. For every action is a step forward, so you can never really go backwards or do “harm” from a future perspective. The only harm therefore is to not make a choice, because if you don’t make a choice, someone else will and then you are in someone else’s reality rather than your own reality that you created from your own sovereign choice. There is also no rush or missed opportunities or moments, so take as long as you want, but be mindful that your life is a product of your own sovereign choice. Jungkook is being guided to step into the confidence of being a Creator, and is being encouraged by his guides and ancestors via synchronicities, rewards and surprises and of course, his intuition. In some recent happenings, he has had a taste of truthful sovereignty and he wants more. He is tuning into his intuition and realizing he is a lot more capable and connected than he has ever given himself credit for. He is slowly but surely learning to trust himself to take control over his thoughts, emotions and ultimately his life. Like I said, a tsunami of changes, but this tsunami is clearing away his old beliefs and programs and therefore, creating more calm and peace within him, that has also been gradually radiating outside where there will be visible changes in his aura and his beingness.

Nonetheless, Jungkook is happier than he has been in a while. Now on your spiritual journey, you will be met with a lot of happy moments and as a traveller that feels weary, it’s natural to want to settle for these happy moments and a lot of people make the mistake of doing so, not realizing that these are only the oasis in the desert. The actual goal is to cross the desert, because an oasis will not sustain you forever. Sooner or later, you will feel that this happiness is not enough and you need more, and that’s because as fulfilling as it is, it is limited. Jungkook is kind of wanting to settle in this moment of happiness because Lord knows how scarce this has been for him. And so, from time to time, he wants to hold on tightly to this, from fear that this might be taken away from him. But what he doesn’t realize (or know) is that the Divine has plans far, far bigger than this. This happiness will not be taken away from him, it will be magnified— should he dare to dream bigger. Right now, Jungkook’s conscious dreams and goals are not at par with what his soul had planned prior to his incarnation. He keeps limiting his goals from a lack of self worth and fear of the unknown, but he has been coming out of this energy for quite a while now, which has led him to this door of limitlessness. I’d say most of his hesitation is surrounding his Feminine because he fears if he lets go of her and focuses exclusively on himself and his life, he might lose her and mistakenly create a life where she is not with him. But the irony is that as Twin Flames, their souls have made a promise to each other: to only be with each other’s highest selves. This is why, when in their lowest selves, they repel each other and are stuck in the runner-chaser dynamic, but when operating from their higher selves, they attract each other. So to be with each other, they must be their true sovereign selves— devoid of any fear or doubts and instead, full of faith and that unconditional love that doesn’t seek to control or own but shares their own wings and flight with the other so both can fly free in a sky of infinite possibilities. Therefore, what Jungkook sees as letting go of her, is just him letting go of her illusion— she does not exist in that limited realm anymore. This is why Jungkook feels his fear of losing her slowly fading. As their souls are connected, it is simply an energetic reaction to her levelling up. This is the beauty of this connection— if one sets themselves free, the other will feel that urgency to follow suit, whether it makes sense or not. As his Feminine surrenders herself to the Divine, Jungkook is feeling this sense of surrender washing upon him too. Yet, his mind continues to challenge this phenomenon, wanting to stay back just a bit longer. However, given how long he has been in the healing, his mind is only putting up a weak fight; the surrender looms stronger. He is answering to his inner call, trusting that what he wants will not pass him by.

Another upcoming theme in his life is “explorer of the world”. In the last few years, Jungkook has been, knowingly or unknowingly, in the process of integrating 5D energy into his being. As this integration is complete, he will feel a strong urge to explore life, because this integration will feel like a rebirth or as if he has been transplanted with a new set of eyes and the world as he knew earlier, seems so different. Where previously, the world was a dull, colourless existence full of misery and struggle, now the world will seem bright, colourful and full of possibilities. When he has this new eyesight, he will want to re-engage with the world in a new way and re-experience it all over again. Therefore his call to “sovereignty” is a preparation for this new life. As I said earlier, his soul believes that his conscious plans are not at par with his unlimited capabilities, so this upcoming stage in his life will be about re-imagining his goals and dreams. If he could have ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING in this world, what are the things would he truly want? So far Jungkook’s goals have been very practical and dare I say, from a lack mindset where he focused more on what is practically possible and what is not. Still, it’s because of his sincerity and purity of heart that the Divine has blessed him with so much more than what he had originally expected. Therefore so far, his achievements have been more of a Divine intervention than a conscious creation on his part— kind of like, wow, big things happened and let me just roll with it and work hard to keep them going. That reality is now ending for him. Through his Twin Flame connection that gives him so much happiness, the Divine is now asking him to be a conscious creator. It’s like holding up a shiny toy in front of him like, you want this? You want to have exactly what you want? Then get comfortable being a sovereign creator. Of course, he will still be supported by the Divine because his soul has literally signed up to be in this role. The only thing that is standing between his present self and the self that gets everything he wants is Faith— faith in his own abilities to navigate his own path to his own highest self, and faith in a higher Divine guardianship that is always, always watching over him, protecting him, guiding him, always ready to give him whatever support he needs. As long as he places his faith in any other person of this world, no matter how capable they are, he will keep hitting a wall, because it’s now time for him to be his own guide with support straight from the Divine. This includes his Feminine— powerful as she is in her spiritual abilities, she can never replace the Divine in his life; in fact as his Divine counterpart (it’s in the name), she will always nudge him towards the Divine. The more he tries to get close to her for guidance, the more she will push him away and guide him towards the Divine. She won’t even have to do it consciously; this will happen energetically.

Jungkook has been yearning to manifest his Twin Flame connection into an earthly relationship as fast as possible, but the Divine is like, are you sure you know exactly what you want? Because it’s not just about a person, it’s also about everything else in the relationship. And what about your life? Do you know exactly what you want in life? Jungkook’s manifestations are actually being delayed because his soul had made far bigger plans for his life and is like, nah uh, your earthly plans are wee compared to mine, and is egging him on to expand his consciousness beyond his perceived limits. His connection is not manifesting because this alone time is meant for him to re-evaluate his goals and plans. Like I said, so far, Jungkook has been in the habit of planning practically. This time, armed with an open heart space and a limitless consciousness, he will be able to foresee his life more clearly and more in alignment with his soul plan. His manifestations are being delayed not because the Divine doesn’t support him, but because the Divine refuses to let him settle for anything less than he deserves. To top it off, the Divine wants him to have the pleasure of co-creating all of this as a conscious creator. This is that unconditional love that he has been seeking from his Feminine and yet is rejecting from the Divine, not realizing that that is where this love flows from.

So, as soon as that final door opens, he will find himself in an exciting adventure of literally creating and building a new life for himself— all from what he wants and what makes him happy, rather than what he was told was possible or impossible. As they say, the sky will be the limit for him— the sky will be his huge canvas for him to fill with every colour and pattern that he wants his life to be filled with, right from the tiniest, silliest things to jaw-droppingly grand ones. It’s an open ended question with unlimited potential: what does he want? Does he want to be the king of the world? Or maybe he wants to go to a small seaside village, swim with the sharks, sleep under the stars and write poetry by the fire? Or maybe he wants to dive into world music, make little playlists and fall in love with the idea of love itself? It’s a main character energy he will be getting into where he explores life again, but this time with joy and bliss in his heart instead of fear and limits. Maybe he doesn’t see it yet but this “alone” (I mean separate from his Feminine) time is crucial because 1) how disappointing it would be if he ended up manifesting a life that doesn’t have everything that he would want, simply because he did not put in the time to think of everything he wants, and 2) this little adventure will lead him to himself like no one else ever can. Okay, so flashback, one of the first things I noticed about Jungkook is his self denial. I mean in a world full of narcissists, it is refreshing to see someone who doesn’t think he’s all that lol, but it is also sad because self denial is not the same as humility. Jungkook doesn’t have imposter syndrome either, much less even being an imposter, no, he’s always himself, but it’s more like he doesn’t completely put himself out there. Ad I don’t mean in the privacy kind of way, that is different, but Jungkook holds back from a very deep sense of something like “I’m not all that amazing to be putting myself out there so much”. Maybe he even thinks that he’s “too much”. It’s a miracle that even after holding back so much, what we see of him still impresses and amazes us, but it’s like, there’s so much more where that came from! I always feel like I have to look at him through a magnifying glass because of how much of himself he holds back, and yet it’s contradictory because his energy is so strong! Therefore I believe it’s more of a conscious habit to constantly “hide” even when he is in full show. This definitely stems from his harsh self judgment. I do see him coming out of this mindset, but the flip side of this is overgiving and overdoing to a point of being performative. So even when you think he is giving his 100%, most of the time he is performing. What I mean by this is, he might DO 100% (or even 200%), but he isn’t BEING 100%. The problem with this is that no matter how much you do, you will come across as “not enough” because you’re not being your whole self. In spirituality these days, there is a lot of emphasis on being and rightly so, because being a 100% will naturally attract things to you that doing a lot more than that won’t. This is why this upcoming phase of his life where he exclusively explores his own mind and his own life will help him gather all of his scattered bits and pieces so he can be a 100% wherever he goes and whatever he does. Because the only time he is able to be 100% is when he lives from a place of joy and bliss. This is also why he craves his Feminine so much— doing even the littlest, most random things for and with her makes him feels whole and complete, because he does these things straight from the heart, with joy. But this is only a temporary fix and also toxic because she can’t keep making him complete; it’s draining for her if it turns into her responsibility. Instead, if he focuses on making himself whole, whatever she does for and with him will feel even more joyful because it’s freeing. And also, no matter how amazing your goals and plans are for life, the most important element to enjoy life is you— if you do not feel whole and complete, no matter where you go, who you are with, and how great of a person they are, you will still feel empty. The Divine said that’s not going to happen with Jungkookie lol. So yes, in the near future, you will find him focusing on this area of his life. The era of “holding back” Jungkook will soon be over, and given that he has been so entertaining and endearing already, God save us when he steps out in his full form, without doubts, questions, denials and also without the need to people-please an instead just being his whole complete self, secure and peaceful in the knowledge of who he is and that he always gets what he wants. It is this self-assured beingness that will give him the confidence to step forward knowing that any outer problem or resistance will have to fall back because when you’re on your Divinely destined path, literally hell and heaven both support you. Of course this is not to say that he will never face problems, that is not the point of life at all, rather he is working on being centered in himself so that no matter what the external situation is, he always knows exactly what he wants and doesn’t stop until he gets it. Jungkook 2.0 is coming soon you guys! Of course I say Jungkook 2.0 but it’s more like him going back to the point of starting his career, because that’s where he sort of started living this life. He’s going back to the wide-eyed wonder he had about this career— a place of art, beauty, creativity and love from millions. He’s going back to re-discovering the fun aspect of this life as it used to be back in the day when they were at point 0, where they had nothing to prove, no one to please and nothing to lose. Just a path of endless possibilities and the excitement of trying out new things and the pure joy they received from the love of their first batch of Armys when none of the big shots in the world was looking their way. Although that exact external situation won’t come back, he can still recreate the freshness of the inner mindset. The demand of the moment is to let go of expectations regarding outcomes and dive into the joy of creating. The Divine only has the best of rewards in store for him and won’t budge unless he aligns his conscious wants with the best. That’s all folks, I wish him well in his what I know is going to be a magnificent journey. The Feminine is just the cherry on top, but also like, the cake and the icing needs to be ready first :)

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cheri-translates · 4 years ago

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[CN] Kiro’s Variety Show Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

The call before this date is important in establishing the context! Please read it first: here

This post is dedicated to @kudoriee, who is an adorable and pure-hearted soul with a lot of love to give 💕 Hope you’ll enjoy this!!

Kiss Dates Collection: Gavin // Lucien // Victor

Note: This date is mostly a bullet point summary because a lot of details were just fillers. The important scenes that you’re probably here for have been fully translated, no worries! 😂

The date begins with the film crew outside Kiro’s house, with the host staging the whole “surprise visit” thing we typically see in reality shows

They take a plane to the island where the show would be filmed

Once they reach the island, the show officially begins. Kiro isn't the only guest on the show, so they just introduce themselves and start doing tasks

The host asks Kiro who he most wants to visit the seaside with, but Kiro says that it’s a secret

At one point, the host suggests a volleyball game, and that the winner would get an award - a cold soft drink

Because the program team is extremely stingy with their budget, everyone perks up at the idea of getting something for free

Of course, Kiro groups with MC

Even though MC worries that she’d be a burden, Kiro sweetly says “As compared to winning or losing, being happy is most important!”

Her physical strength is no match for their opponents, but Kiro’s strategy enables them to win

The volleyball game takes up 1/3 of the date and there’s nothing worth mentioning...

...apart from this CG making Kiro look like an otter holding a sea urchin:

As the triumphant victors, they attain the coveted prize - the cold soft drink

MC blushes furiously after Kiro drinks directly from the bottle because sure, indirect kisses are so raunchy.

Afterwards, they have some alone time and walk along the beach while the sun sets:

MC: When the host asked who you most wanted to go to the seaside with, why didn’t you respond?

Kiro turns his head and looks at me with a surprised expression. Then, he laughs.

Kiro: You really don’t know the answer?

His shadow falls into my eyes, like a cloud blocking the sky behind it.

MC: I…

Kiro: I’ll bring you to a place first!

MC: Where-

Kiro pulls me into a run, towards the direction of the sunset, as though we’re chasing the vanishing light on the beach. Very soon, the big rocks on the shore enter my vision.

Kiro: Hurry and look, this is the place.

Kiro pulls me along as we walk closer, pointing at a shadowy area. There are two unremarkable, mutually independent rocks.

But the shadows they cast on the golden sand look like a couple snuggled up with each other.

This scene is fleeting. Very soon, the snuggling shadow disappears along with the final ray of light.

Before a sense of regret creeps in, Kiro suddenly leans in close. The colour of the dusk in his eyes grow dark.

I close my eyes without realizing it, and feel a soft and moist touch. It starts off tentative, then becomes demanding.

Our fingers are entwined tightly, heartbeats like loud cicadas, becoming even more urgent with every beat.

Only the waves retain their original rhythm, and continually wash onto the shore.

And then the scene abruptly cuts to MC being in the hotel alone

The program team suddenly sends her a message telling everyone to gather on the beach for an activity

On the beach, the host says they're going to play a game where everyone writes a challenging activity and put it into the box. If you pick it, you have to do what’s written on the piece of paper

Kiro goes first

Host: “Let me see – let one guest on the scene sit on your back and do twenty push-ups!”

Obviously he picks MC, and we get a description of Kiro’s back muscles:

With a palm on his back, I can feel his tense muscles through the thin material of his shirt, and the sweat that is slowly oozing out.

After that, it’s MC’s turn

She has to answer this question: “Who are you most willing to elope with?”

Kiro: I really want to know the answer to this question!

After some thought, MC responds.

MC: I’d pick my good partner, our host for this show.

Host: Are you sure you’d pick me?!

And then the lights suddenly go out (totally not Kiro’s fault).

As everyone starts panicking, someone grabs her wrist.

Kiro: Let’s leave this place.

Before I have time to think, I’ve already been pulled away by Kiro in the middle of the chaos.

We leave the sound of voices far behind us. At this moment, only starlight illuminates our path.

Shadows from the surrounding trees are cast on the surface of the water, and everything becomes quiet.

Just when we think we’re safe, a familiar profile, with a phone pressed to his ear, suddenly appears.

Savin: What happened? Why did the power suddenly go out?

Kiro: Oh no.

Seeing that Savin is about to bump into us, Kiro reacts quickly by pulling me into a pond shrouded by fallen branches.

Splashes of water can be heard, but they are quickly overshadowed by the sound of the faraway waves.

Kiro: Don’t move.

Kiro uses his hand to hold me in front of him, his eyes following Savin’s impending figure. This corner should be sufficiently covered by the surrounding plants.

I hold my breath nervously, and dare not move an inch. Kiro’s lips press against my ear, and he says in an incredibly soft and breathy voice.

Kiro: If we didn’t leave just now, would you have “eloped” with someone else?

In the middle of his phone call, Savin seems to sense that something is wrong, and he tosses a glance in our direction.

My body tenses up immediately, but Kiro continues waiting for my response, so I explain in a soft voice.

MC: That was just a game… the answer I gave was the safest one.

However, this answer doesn’t satisfy Kiro. He tightens his arms around me and holds me closer, creating ripples on the water surface.

Kiro: Even if it’s a game, you’re not allowed to do that.

There is a hidden danger in his soft voice. His half-lidded eyes contain an emotion which I’m unfamiliar with.

MC: Kiro?

My instincts make me feel like escaping, but lips dotted with water droplets are already trailing from my earlobe downwards. They stop at the side of my neck and suck gently.

Seeming to have an intention to punish, he grips that small patch of skin between his teeth, rubbing it lightly then releasing it. He uses the tip of his tongue to lick the area soothingly.

MC: Mm…

I bite down on my lower lip hard to suppress the sound that’s about to rise from my throat. My arm holds onto the only support preventing me from slipping into the cold water. The beating of my heart is almost too much to bear.

Without realizing it, Savin has already left. All that remains are the moving shadows of trees on the water.

Kiro: Didn’t you want to know who I most wanted to go to the seaside with?

The voice in my ear is slightly breathless, but firm.

Kiro: It’s you. Whether it’s Summer or the beach, you are the only one who cannot be absent.

Kiro’s fingers lift the hair covering the side of my neck, his fingertip gently caressing the mark he has left behind.

Kiro: Now, this place has my marking.

His tone is accompanied by a low, satisfied laugh, and a possessive desire.

The fingers on my back follow the trail of water and snake downwards. Blazing heat follows his movements, gradual yet eager, as they flow over every inch of my skin.

His breath lays siege, filling every crevice in my body, wet and lingering.

Even so, Kiro is not yet satisfied. His arms hold me even tighter, and he uses his fingertips and lips to hold me prisoner in this secret corner, and I am unable to withdraw.

Kiro: Miss Chips, you belong to me. So, I won’t let you escape this time.

His searing breath takes over mine. I am unable to tell if it’s water droplets or sweat that slowly trickles down our tightly-pressed skin.

In our misty vision, dots of starlight pass through the trees, and are scattered across the surface of the water. Suppressed gasps diffuse near our ears, and are amplified by our senses.

The water sways continuously like a tide, gently wrapping two hearts that are about to merge into one.

And the breaths of the sea breeze render the night even more blurry.

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc kiro #wow kiro #calm down boy #now that all the dates in this collection are done I can SIT BACK AND WAIT FOR GAVIN’S BIRTHDAY DATE

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chockfullofsecrets · 4 years ago

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Critical Role: Stains and Apologies

(Read on AO3)

Rating: Gen

Summary: Without breaking eye contact with Fjord, Yasha reaches over her shoulder again and this time pulls Molly out from behind her with a hand fisted in the collar of his coat. His heeled boots leave the scuffed wooden floor as she shakes him, gentle and chastising - dangling from her grip, he looks like nothing more than a naughty kitten. “Molly, you shouldn’t mess with people’s things.”

Molly pouts. “Yash, come on, it was funny!”

“You know what happens when you do that.”

And, just like that, oh so satisfyingly, Molly’s entire demeanor shifts - his eyes spring wide, tail twitching agitatedly to match. “Oh. Oh - no, hey, that’s not-”

Wordcount: 2302

A/N: Shoutout to @ticklishnonsense who’s been absolutely killing me with their switch!Molly content lately, and @eldritchtickles who requested lee!Molly fully half a year ago, i’m so sorry for the delay 🤦‍♀️

Fjord’s not going to kill Molly.

He can appreciate that it looks like he’s going to kill him, the way he’s currently sprinting with one hand brandishing his sword and the other grasping for a purple tail just out of his reach, but he’s not. Really.

He’s just going to Blink onto him, tackle him to the floor, and rub his face into whatever muck’s been sloughed off the bootsoles of the inn’s latest patrons until he apologizes.

Molly ducks through the nearest doorway, coat and horn jewelry flaring in a jangling arc behind him as he pivots. Fjord slams a hand into the already-splintering beam of the frame and skids after him. If he can just get a bead on where his insane roommate is going to be in the next six seconds -

His attempt at foresight is instantly thwarted as he comes up short - literally, his head smacks off a leather bracer as he’s forcibly stopped by someone a good head taller than him. He stumbles back, pulling his sword to his chest in an unfortunately belated attempt not to stab anyone, and looks up.

Yasha looms before him with one arm raised protectively, looking blessedly un-gouged. Her expression as she reaches over her shoulder for the hilt of her own sword almost makes him wish that wasn’t the case. “Are you going to put that away?”

“Put away - oh.” His sword vanishes with a spray of salt. “That was. Ahem. For transportation.”

“Oh, that’s a relief.” The lilting voice comes from further in the room, and it only takes a second past that to see the edges of Molly’s coat peeking out from his human shield.

Fjord attempts to scowl at him through Yasha’s chest. “Well, maybe now that we’re both in one place I can ask you what in Dwendal’s name you did that for.”

Molly becomes slightly more visible as Yasha turns to him. “Oh… Molly, what did you do?”

There’s a distinct lack of the guilty silence that Fjord thinks the situation deserves. “I,” Molly says, completely confident, “gave him him a gift-”

Fjord scoffs. “He stole the soap I keep in my pack and replaced it-”

“With better soap-”

Yasha’s gaze has been flicking between the two of them, and Fjord waits until it swings back his way before holding his hands out indignantly. “Is that what you’d call this?”

All three of them stare at his hands. He doesn’t mind the flowery scent - the sea breeze has scoured his nostrils enough that he’s beyond caring what he smells like most days.

The purple streaks staining his hands and forearms are a bit more offensive.

Yasha reaches out slowly to try and scrub some of it off with her thumb. Molly just snickers, waving his own fully purple hand out at Fjord. “To be fair, there’s no way I could have known that would happen.”

Without breaking eye contact with Fjord, Yasha reaches over her shoulder again and this time pulls Molly out from behind her with a hand fisted in the collar of his coat. His heeled boots leave the scuffed wooden floor as she shakes him, gentle and chastising - dangling from her grip, he looks like nothing more than a naughty kitten. “Molly, you shouldn’t mess with people’s things.”

Molly pouts. “Yash, come on, it was funny!”

“You know what happens when you do that.”

And, just like that, oh so satisfyingly, Molly’s entire demeanor shifts - his eyes spring wide, tail twitching agitatedly to match. “Oh. Oh - no, hey, that’s not-”

The tips of his boots press towards the floor in a transparent attempt to get some leverage, but Yasha just huffs and scoops the entirety of his lanky form into her arms. “Here,” she tells Fjord bluntly over his protests, turning to one of the beds, “I’ll show you how we used to punish him at the circus.”

Fjord feels the heat of his anger sour instantly at the prospect of someone being punished on his behalf; it leaves a chalky taste in his mouth not unlike the leftover dust when he’s done filing. He catches Yasha’s eye before she can look back at Molly, holds up his hands. “Hey, let’s just take a minute here - now I’m not thrilled about this, but maybe we’re all a little too tense. We can talk it out like adults - there’s no need for punishment, right, Molly?”

His attempt at placation hits dead silence as Yasha swivels to regard him fully, Molly twisting in her arms to do the same. They stare.

Fjord stupidly wonders if he’s going to get punished now, and then, belatedly, he connects the dots - head on, it’s much easier to see how loose her grip on him is, to intuit the rote familiarity of Molly’s bickering.

He’s still learning what that kind of easy, endlessly warm camaraderie looks like. Hard to do, when he’s never had it before.

He opens his mouth warily, praying that he can turn the bitter invective on his tongue into some kind of apology before it comes out. Luckily, Molly beats him to it with a fit of giddy laughter that has him slumped halfway over Yasha’s bicep.

“What a gentleman! See, Yasha, I can’t help myself - it’s impossible not to mess with him.”

Yasha winces. It’s that more than anything else that has Fjord chuckling along, lowering his hands and shaking his head. “All right, I take it back, do whatever you want with him.”

“Hey!”

Yasha’s forehead unfurrows, and in one smooth movement she drops Molly on the nearest mattress with his tail arcing behind. He starts to get back up, no doubt eager to keep talking, but Yasha just reaches between his horns to grab the back of his neck and gently but firmly shoves him face-first into cotton sheets. “He squirms a lot,” she says, almost apologetically.

“Uh… what?”

“Hold on.” She pulls away the bunched fabric of coat and shirt to expose a strip of purple skin that bares the shallow outline of ribs and the smooth dip of Molly’s back, gently fluttering her fingers over the edge of a tattooed flourish, and instantly her explanation starts to make sense.

“Mmphhh! Hm, heh-” Molly tries to roll onto his exposed side, but that just pushes Yasha’s hand further up his back to tickle along the side of his spine. “Okay, okahahay, I - oh, that’s enough - nahaha!”

“His back is a good spot,” Yasha instructs, and Fjord nods numbly along. Her fingers stray down to Molly’s side, squeezing lightly into the shivering softness just under his ribcage, and no matter how Molly struggles and whines between bursts of snickering there’s not a thing on earth he can do to stop her.

Fjord blinks. There’s this weird swooping sensation in his belly, watching how little ability Molly has to fight back - he can barely even lift his head, though he doesn’t seem to be struggling to breathe. “Are you just going to do that till he apologizes?”

“No. I do this until,” Yasha pauses, lips pulling flat as she considers, “until he gets… floppier. Less bratty,” she enunciates to Molly, and curls her fingers just below the small of his back until a muffled shriek works its way out of the bedsheets his face is buried in. “When that’s done he’ll apologize on his own.”

“Ah,” Fjord nods again. He’s confused as fuck-all, but it’s hard not to smile watching Yasha make mock-contemplative noises that have Molly’s tail twitching anxiously in response against her knees. Judging by the frantic laughter as she makes a claw of her hand and goes after his ribs, he’s right to be worried.

It’s crazy, but oddly charming. Par for the course with their weird little group.

“You can join in if you want,” Yasha tells him. She’s not smiling back at him, but something in her multicolored gaze looks a little softer upon registering his tacit approval. “It’s faster that way.”

Molly currently looks to be trying to burrow straight through the mattress, anchored only by Yasha’s nails hooking under the back of his jaw, and Fjord feels a little bad for him.

Then, glancing down, he catches sight of the purple streaks on his fingers again.

He clears his throat. “Yeah? Any suggestions?”

Yasha shifts slightly to let him closer to the bed. “Get one of his arms and tickle under it. Gently.”

Fjord sets his jaw and goes to tow one of Molly’s arms out from where he’s wrapped it tightly against his belly. Molly, naturally, is unsupportive of his endeavors.

“Nooo - ha! - give that bahahack!” He almost twists free, too, but Yasha tickles his back again and that renders him flailingly incoherent long enough for Fjord to properly pin his forearm to the mattress.

Molly manages to peek out at him, the singular red eye that’s visible glinting with half-shed tears. Yasha’s stopped tickling for the moment to let him catch his breath in frantic heaves of air, but Fjord can see a glimpse of fang in the blissed-out grin he’s still sporting, a happy flush high on cheeks half hidden by hair and curling horns.

“You done?” he asks, just in case.

Molly sniffles in another breath. “Your hands look lovely, dear.”

Fjord raises an eyebrow and pokes him in the armpit, settling in on the floor and resting his chin on the mattress to better meet his gaze. Molly squeaks, eye squeezing shut as his grin jolts wider. “Now that’s uncalled for, isn’t it?”

Molly’s tongue flickers out at him, mocking. “Do what you have to.”

Fjord just pokes him again, wiggling his finger a little this time, and feels Molly’s bicep tense in his hold as a flurry of giggles erupts. He waits patiently for the giggles to calm, for Molly’s arm to twitch again - this time, with impatience. “Oh? What are we doing again?”

His eye cracks open, looking Fjord over, and then springs wide in horror. “Yasha,” he whines, trying and failing to squirm away from Fjord’s amusement.

Yasha sounds pretty amused herself. “Yes, Molly?”

“This isn’t how it works!”

Yasha mulls this over. “I think this is the best it’s ever worked, actually.”

Realizing that he’s going to get no help from that quarter, Molly huffs and makes a heroic attempt to struggle upright under their hands. “Okay, fine, clearly we’re done here - hngh!”

He’s barely gotten his elbow to budge before Fjord is worrying at his armpit with a single fingertip, sending shivers through his entire body that bring him right back down with a frustrated yelp. “Are we?”

It’s terribly hard not to break his faux-clueless tone and laugh. He’s never seen Molly embarrassed before, especially at the threat of not being tickled to death. But here he is, flushed all the way to the back of his neck, the dark purple blush standing out against Yasha’s pale fingers. That alone feels like enough recompense for the whole incident, so he sighs indulgently and lifts his chin to look over at Yasha. “Yeah, alright, let’s get him.”

Yasha takes her hand off Molly’s neck, letting him bolt up the instant before she shoves both hands under his shirt and Fjord starts tickling his armpit in earnest.He faceplants back onto the bed, curling up as best he can. “AH - hahaHA! Nahaha, hah - notthehehere, fuck-” Fjord glances over to see Yasha’s knuckles bulging through the fabric over his shoulder blades and grins, tickling up along the tops of Molly’s deltoids to bump knuckles with her.

Molly laughs and laughs and laughs, occasionally jerking his head up to reveal a dizzingly bright grin, and as his hysterics eventually trail off into helpless wheezing he lies completely limp and more than a little sweaty in tangled sheets. Fjord, shaking out his hands before they can cramp up, contemplates fetching some soap to throw at him. He settles for rolling Molly over and flicking him gently in the forehead.

Molly springs up suddenly, forcing him to step back, and completely ignores him to scrabble for purchase on Yasha’s arms. Fjord watches the both of them tug and rearrange until Molly is curled up half in Yasha’s lap, her making an extremely halfhearted attempt to smooth his mussed hair.

That bitter feeling inches back in, just a little, and he starts to turn for the door on instinct.

Then, eyes still bleary with tears of laughter, Molly looks straight at him. “Well, that was interesting.”

Fjord meets his gaze. “We’ll call it even,” he says, “provided you don’t touch my stuff again. Didn’t we literally just do this with Nott?”

“Even…” Molly muses. “Sure.” His fangs make a sudden reappearance, the crown jewels of a mischievously evil grin. “Until I find out where you’re ticklish, at least.”

Fjord wills himself not to take a step back. “Oh, that won’t be necessary.”

Molly and Yasha look at him with two completely different expressions that somehow manage to contain the exact same level of smugness. “It’s kind of a cycle,” Yasha admits. “He used to hide behind the tents and jump out at me, and then I’d have to do it all over again.”

The swooping sensation is back in full force, and the only thought that helps him force down a nervous smile is knowing it will expose the nubs of his tusks. “I…” He nods as calmly as he can at Molly. “I’ll be keeping an eye out, then.”

Molly says nothing, just keeps grinning implacably, but the edge of Yasha’s mouth quirks up in a soft smile. “Good.”

Fjord gestures hastily to indicate some kind of goodbye and takes his leave before Molly can start doing any investigating. Crazy, totally weird, but that feeling-

He’s halfway back to his room before he realizes that he never got an apology.

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intelligent-trash · 4 years ago

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Jo, Kate, and their parallels with the Orpheus/Eurydice myth

Okay, so I know this may seem totally out there, but bear with me on this - I promise, I have a point, and I am really interested to hear your thoughts on these parallels.

So I just wrote this all out once only for tumblr to delete it as I was about to post, so like, yay for that. Also I’m on 4 hours sleep and very brain frazzled from recently submitting my dissertation, so apologies if there’s any nonsensical aspects. I will preface this with a note that I am by no means a Greek mythology expert, I just really love Hadestown and subsequently the Orpheus/Eurydice myth, and noticed there were some significant parallels between it and the Kate/Jo story which I wanted to draw.

For those not particularly familiar with the Orpheus/Eurydice myth, I’d give it a quick google, but I’ll be drawing comparisons between that story and Kate/Jo’s here.

Orpheus is a talented musician, whose musical gift was said to entrance even nature itself. In a slightly less mythical but no less impressive fashion, we have Kate, whose known proficiencies and dedication to the anticorruption cause, even after she leaves AC-12, make her stand out as an exceptional detective. Orpheus meets Eurydice and is instantly drawn to her beauty – she is drawn to his voice, and they soon fall in love. It is not Kate’s voice that draws in Jo, but the promise of freedom she offers with her anticorruption background that initially draws her in – we know from 6x06 that that is why Jo initially hired her. With Jo, I think Kate finds a kindred spirit (plus, who are we kidding, Kelly is bloody beautiful) to whom she connects with and is drawn to. Much like Orpheus and Eurydice, who seem almost magnetised in how they are drawn to one another, I think there are definitely some parallels in how Kate and Jo are drawn to one another and the chemistry they share, despite coming from very opposing backgrounds (Jo as the coerced daughter of an OCG boss, forced to do their bidding in secret VS one of the most dedicated (ex-)anticorruption officers)

Orpheus and Eurydice decide to marry, and have a brief moment of wedded bliss before everything goes downhill. Whilst I’d love a flemson wedding, I can’t see that in the near future, nor is it relevant for the parallels being drawn – I would instead draw attention to their Frederico’s date, the intimacy shared there, and the proposed weekend date, where they existed in a bit of a honeymoon state of excitement surrounding this somewhat illicit close connection.

Of course, this can’t last. Aristaeus’ love for Eurydice, and jealousy of Orpheus, drives him to chase the pair down, intending to kill Orpheus and take Eurydice for his own. Aristaeus is more of a metaphor for the OCG controlling Jo, rather than any one individual – by Jo getting close to Kate, it threatens the OCG’s concealment, and thus Kate must be eliminated so they can regain control over Jo. As Eurydice and Orpheus run to escape the OCG, a clear parallel could be drawn with the man-hunt of 6x06.

Eurydice stumbles and falls, and as Orpheus turns he sees she has been bitten by a deadly viper, and has died. Whilst Jo does not literally die at this point in the story, her imprisonment could represent a metaphorical death – she is no longer able to act freely alongside Kate, her relationship with Kate is irrevocably changed after the whole murder attempt fiasco, and Kate will struggle to get through to Jo even more than before now she is in jail – and, as the viewers are well aware, in the jail with the two dodgy prison officers who pose a clear threat to her.

At this point, Orpheus, driven by grief, appeals to his father, the God Apollo, to permit him to go to the underworld and seek his wife from Hades, in a somewhat hair-brained but brilliant scheme. We are yet to see this play out in 6x07, but the trailer appears to suggest some kind of attempt to get Jo out of prison, for which AC-12 become involved – specifically, Kate. I anticipate that, despite the murder attempt, Kate will be deeply affected by Jo’s imprisonment, and likely will be part of the driving force to prove she isn’t bent – like she has been, all series, in spite of all the proof staring her in the face. I imagine Kate will be prepared to put herself in a dangerous position within this, fully aware of the Lakewell incident, to help save Jo – and I wouldn’t be surprised if she is the one to suggest or somehow initiate this operation. The crazy part of it comes from the fact they are well aware of what happened to Lakewell, and are likely having to develop some sort of crazy plan to try and get around that – quite possibly, intentionally drawing out the OCG in the process.

Orpheus approaches Hades, asking for entry into the underworld, for which he receives no challenges. When he approaches Hades and Persephone, he sings to them of his desire for Eurydice to be returned to them, and convinces Hades to return Eurydice. However, there is a condition – he must walk back towards the world of the living, and she must follow him, and he cannot look back, or else she will be trapped in the underworld forever and he will be unable to reach her. Essentially, Orpheus must trust that Eurydice will be following behind him, will have chosen to return with him to the land of the living. Eurydice is demonstrating her faith in him by allowing him to lead her out of the underworld. This aspect of the story is highly speculative, as 6x07 is currently yet to air – but Kate has to place some trust in Jo, that she will follow through with their plan, that she won’t betray her again. Jo had demonstrated some basis for being trusted, with placing her prints on Kate’s gun and taking the fall for her in. 6x06, but now it is imperative that Kate trusts Jo to follow through – likely on providing information – so Kate can free her from her past OCG ties, hopefully in some kind of witness protection as opposed to jail.

But the story of Orpheus and Eurydice is a tragic love story. Orpheus, having reached the light himself, turns to look upon his wife. In doing so, he seals her fate – she is trapped in the underworld forever. How this translates to the story of Kate/Jo is unclear, but my speculation is that there is some incident where Kate’s trust in Jo briefly falters, which ultimately proves fatal to Jo – and it will turn out, Jo WAS trustworthy all along, but Kate’s hesitancy to believe in Jo (understandably so) was the tragic flaw in their relationship, particularly as up to that point they had implicitly trusted one another. Orpheus has a brief moment where he sees Eurydice before she is returned to the underworld – for Kate and Jo, I imagine this will be a moment of “I was never pretending” style confessions before Jo’s tragic end.

Orpheus is heart-broken by the incident, losing the joy that had previously characterised his music. Kate’s music, in this case, is her faith within the anticorruption cause. Whilst I don’t think she will lose it entirely, I think she will become a lot more cynical and unconvinced regarding its success, particularly as they were so close to saving Jo before they lost her, to what in Kate’s eyes was her own struggles with trusting Jo would follow her into the light (ie. freedom from the OCG). But Jo was following her the whole time.

The comparison between Jo/Kate and Orpheus/Eurydice highlight how Jo/Kate’s story, at its heart, is a tragic love story – obviously, dependent on the outcome of 6x07, which could render this completely obsolete. But I just thought the parallels were really interesting, and I would love to hear others thoughts on this. (I will say, my initial post of this was much more in depth, but tumblr decided to delete it, so I rewrote it from memory as best I could). Obviously, it is entirely possible this is all coincidental, and that I am just simply drawing from my love for Hadestown and projecting it upon one of my other favourite shows. However, if Jed DID intend to have some loose parallels, that is really interesting and very telling to how Jo/Kate’s relationship was intended to be perceived. Plus, it’s pretty fucking poetic too.

Anyway, I would LOVE to hear your thoughts on this, so please let me know! I apologise if this reads as rushed or messy or anything, it was just an idea bouncing in my head this morning, and I really wanted to see what people thought!

#flemson #line of duty #bbc line of duty #Kate fleming #jo davidson #Joanne davidson #my content #line of duty theories #jo x kate

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loveactionsspeaklouder · 3 years ago

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we belong together - kylian mbappé and julian draxler fanfic

10| Hold On

a/n: the song used in this chapter is Chord Overstreet - Hold on - check it out!!

february 2024| paris

Molly glanced at her watch and then her computer screen; she was sat at her desk in the Camp des Loges, patiently waiting for her work day to be finished. It had been two weeks since her conversation with Kylian and she still hadn't seen Adam, his work holiday had lasted longer than expected. Maybe I could look him up, she thought. She knew it was silly, but it was the only option she had. It wasn't like she didn't trust Adam, she just wanted to be certain about her decision. The conversation with Kylian had hit her hard, she realised how cruel she was being.

After having to spend the past fourteen days alone in her apartment, she knew she could do a lot of thinking about the decisions in her life she was desperately needing to make. Molly found herself always wanting to talk to Julian, she was starting to develop strong feelings for him. They kept their distance, not wanting to do anything until she had fully spoken to Adam.

Kylian, on the other hand, was miserable. His pregnant fiancé was somewhere in Italy, posing for the cameras, leaving him all alone in their shared home. He remembered the last time Rosalie was away for a long period, he would find himself fulfilling his needs with his former girlfriend. He realised he couldn't do that now; a, she didn't want to speak to him and b, their affair didn't exist anymore. And you only have yourself to blame, he reminded himself. Like Molly said, you always choose Rosalie.

....

february 2024| paris

"What are you doing here Julian?" Molly chuckled. It was a quiet Thursday night; laptop was open with work, music was on the TV, wine was in her glass and she was alone, but she was okay with that. She needed the wine to calm herself down, she knew Adam was due back at the weekend.

"I wanted to see you," Julian blushed. He kissed her cheek and rested himself on the couch, patting the space next to him. She rolled her eyes and closed the door, walking over to where he was sat and straddling his lap. He softly ran his hands down her thighs.

"Did you miss me Juju?" she sniggered. She pinched his cheeks and pecked his nose. He glared at the use of her new nickname for him; he preferred it to the nickname Freddie had given him, Julie. Molly playfully pouted at his reaction and snuggled her head into the crook of his neck. "I'm happy you're here."

Julian tenderly stroked her cheek; he moved his lips closer to hers, stopping a few millimetres apart. "Are you sure?" he whispered. Molly nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck. He grinned and passionately kissed her, moving his hands to her waist to pull her closer to his body. They kissed for a few minutes, only pulling away to take a breath. "When's Adam ba...?"

"I love this song," Molly interrupted. "Please can we dance?" she begged. Julian chuckled at her enthusiasm but agreed, he stood up and intertwined their fingers, walking over to a free space. It wasn't a secret that she knew how to move her body, but neither of them had danced with each other. She wrapped her arms around his neck, whilst he placed his hands on her hips. She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes, listening to the lyrics.

Hold on, I still want you

Come back, I still need you

Julian closed his eyes and delicately held Molly's body. He missed the feeling he got when he was with her; their romance didn't last long, but it was long enough for him to fall completely in love with the brunette. He didn't admit it back then, but it broke his heart to see her with Kylian. But he loved her and he only wanted what was best for her. He now hoped that she felt the same.

Let me take your hand, I'll make it right

I swear to love you all my life

Hold on, I still need you

He intertwined their fingers and gently spun her around. She softly giggled at him continuing to turn at a slow place. Julian gazed at Molly with adoration; in his eyes, she was perfect, she was everything he had wanted. He wrapped his arms back around her body, breathing in her scent. He tenderly kissed her forehead, resting his head on her shoulder before closing his eyes again.

Hold on, I still want you

Come back, I still need you

He opened his eyes and caught her gaze. He couldn't help but smile at the sight; a rosy-cheeked Molly, her blue eyes shining and her lips slightly parted. He cupped her cheeks and moved his lips closer. "Hold on, I still want you. Come back, I still need you," Julian quietly sang along, his eyes glossy. "I knew you were still in there."

She laughed at his actions (mainly because of his terrible, but cute, singing). She grabbed his hands and softly swayed them, the alcohol in her veins allowing her to chuckle more. "I tried so hard," Molly confessed. "But you are the only person who can bring it out of me."

Julian pushed her hair out her eyes and kissed her forehead. "I don't think it's wrong for you to change some aspects of who you are," he softly spoke. "But I don't want you to lose yourself again. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere."

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february 2024| paris

Molly was finally about to have her much needed conversation with Adam. He had returned home from his business trip; she'd had a few days to rehearse what she was going to say, but as she found herself sat in front of him, she still didn't have a clue how she was going to word it. "How was your trip?"

"Fine," Adam nervously smiled. He chewed his lip and gazed at the brunette. She looked happy, he hoped the news he was about to tell her didn't ruin that. "Moll, I need to tell yo..."

"You fucking arsehole!" Molly's jaw dropped when she saw Kylian swing her apartment door open, his eyes full of rage. He slammed the door shut and walked closer to Adam, connecting his fist with the Englishman's face. "You're a piece of shit, how could you!"

Molly moved herself in-between the two men, shoving the Frenchman to the other couch. "Stop!" she screamed. She passed Adam a bag of ice and turned to face Kylian, she narrowed her eyes at him and shot him a questioning look. "Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

He sarcastically chuckled, glaring at the figure behind her. "Why don't you ask him," he scoffed. "Have you asked him where he's been the past two weeks?"

"Molly hear me out, I..."

"Hear you out? You should be lucky I haven't punched you again," Kylian spat. Molly shushed him and turned to Adam, softening her eyes and placing a hand over his, waiting for his response. "Oh, I can't wait for this."

He took a deep breath, removing the ice from his bruised cheek. "I was with Rosalie," he started. Molly rapidly blinked, confused at what she was hearing. She looked at Kylian, who was tapping a finger on his knee, trying to contain the growing anger building up inside of him. "We bumped into each other in Italy; she was there for a shoot and I was there for work, I don't know how but our paths crossed."

"What happened between you two?"

"We started talking about our relationships and bonded," Adam sighed. He took a quick glance at Molly, she calmingly smiled at him. "She was there longer than I was, so I decided to stay. We went out one night and I got drunk and kissed her."

Molly stayed silent, processing the information she had just heard. She realised she couldn't be angry, she had done far worse. She was more disappointed in Rosalie, knowing her situation with Kylian. But he's done worse to her. She heard him move from the couch and angrily walked towards her bedroom, banging the door shut. She went over and hugged Adam, softly whispering in his ear. "I'm not angry. I'll go speak to him."

She ran a hand through her hair before opening the door, she saw Kylian looking out of the window. She walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder. "You know you can't be angry."

"I know," he exhaled. "That's what's making it fucking worse."

"Kylian, look at me," Molly demanded. She spun him around, cupping his cheeks. She noticed the hurt in his eyes. He really cares about her, she thought. "We need to forget this happened. I can't tell Adam the truth; not only did we kiss, but we flipping slept together. You're going to be a father, I can't ruin that for you."

"So, what are you going to do? Keep lying to him," Kylian suddenly yelled. He folded his arms with an angry frown on his face. "I can't see you with anyone else."

"You're not listening to me," she mumbled. She sat on the bed, closed her eyes and slowly rubbed circles on her temples. "You're going to be a father, I can't take you away from that. We aren't good for each other Ky; I love you but I can't be with you."

"So, you just keep lying and pre..."

"Who's lying about what?" Adam unexpectedly questioned. Molly looked up and saw him leaning against the door, she loudly sighed and held her head in her hands. "Am I interrupting something?"

"Yes," Kylian hissed. Adam raised an eyebrow, he was trying to piece together what was going on. He remembered some of the conversations with Rosalie, he found it strange how protective Kylian was of Molly. He looked between the pair, eyeing his girlfriend. "Leave."

"No!" Molly abruptly stood up and moved closed to Adam. "I've been lying to you," she started. "The reason I wasn't mad about what happened between you and Rosalie, is because I've done something worse."

"What?"

"I've been having an affair, for the past couple of weeks."

Adam was speechless. He shook his head and sat down, pushing Molly's hand away when she attempted to touch him. He looked up at her, his eyes dark and full of rage. "With who?" his voice coming out low and intimidating. She eyed Kylian and gulped, he went to grab her hand but she spoke first, rendering him to speechless.

"Julian."

....

a/n: everything is coming out now!!! so, rosalie and adam... unexpected! finally he knows about molly’s affair (even if it is with the wrong person, but yolo)

who do we prefer - kylian and molly OR julian and molly??

stay safe xxx

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