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[wikitpowers]

i think about this morgenthorn art a lot u know

artist: @thorndale

[urcoolgf]

CAN’T FIGHT THIS NO MORE

pairing. bf¡drew && singer¡reader

content. fluff

summary. almost a year later, you && drew are stronger than ever. a newly releasing single, && another album on the way has drew thinking about the future

ever since you let drew listen to your songs from your last album, he’s been all but begging you to let him in—even just a little more—on this album. you, of course, obliged. it’s been amazing having him be a bigger part of your next studio album titled ‘positions’—the name just as suggestive as the rest of the album. although, this wasn’t just a lustful album, it was about the most pure form of love you had ever experienced—drew.

but, before ‘positions’ dropped, you collabed with justin beiber on a single you were planning to release before positions. the song wasn’t on the album, but it felt essential to the lead up of ‘positions’.

‘stuck with u’ not only featured justin beiber, but you even added a little snippet of drew’s voice in the beginning. he didn’t know that yet—while he had been a consistent figure in the making of ‘positions’ he had no clue about this single.

you were torn with how you wanted him to hear it for the first time. waiting until it released felt fun, but kind of shady—like you had hid it from him, which you technically had. playing it from the studio was normal at this point, and you didn’t want normal. you wanted this one to be different. the song was set to release in two days so you needed to think of something, and fast.

almost as if someone was listening to your thoughts, your phone rang. it was your manager.

“hey! what’s up?,” you picked up the phone, a certain cheeriness in your tone.

your manager began speaking as if he was frazzled—which he probably was, “hey y/n. i know it’s last minute, but they’re having an event at the coffee shop around the corner—the one you love–”

which also happened to be the one you met drew at.

“and they had a band, but their flight canceled– blah, blah, excuses, excuses… point is: would you be free to do a little live singing there… like tonight? you can perform whatever songs you’d like. maybe even some snippets from the new album?,” his tone was hopeful, which surprised you because you were never the type to pass these little gigs down—especially in your city.

“of course! i’d love to,” you replied, a smile spreading across your face that your manager couldn’t see, but he could hear it. this was literally the perfect opportunity to expose drew to ‘stuck with u’.

“awesome! alright, i’ll call them back, let them know. it starts at 7pm. talk later y/n,” and before you could say goodbye, he had hung up.

you couldn’t help the almost giddy feeling in your stomach. you were so excited, but you were nervous, too. performing the song as drew’s first listen was risky, but it would be memorable.

drew was currently visiting his sister in the next city over, so you just shot him a quick text.

y/n: meet me @ our coffee shop 7pm i love u

he replied almost instantly– as he always does.

drew<3: I’ll be there. I love you baby🩷 PS Liliana says hi!

drew <3: sent 1 attachment

a soft smile spread across your face unknowingly. you clicked on the image of his baby niece in his arms—the picture clearly taken by his sister—and just like that all your anxiety had washed away. drew was the most caring, amazing person you knew. he was going to love whatever you performed.

tonight was going to be perfect.

—

you got to the coffee shop about an hour early to set up, and meet your manager. you told him you wanted to perform ‘stuck with u’, and he luckily had found another male singer who was willing to sing justin’s part in that short time.

“hey y/n! this is jackson! he’ll be singing with you tonight,” your manager walked up, hand behind jackson’s back, guiding him to you.

“hey jackson! nice to meet you,” you beamed at him. you were excited for tonight, and super grateful your manager found someone on such short notice.

“you too. i’m a huge fan,” he smiled brightly, hand extending towards you. you took it, and shook his hand gently.

the two of you bounced vocals off each other a bit before the host was telling you it was 3 minutes ‘til show time. you peaked your head out into the small crowd—news didn’t spread that fast that you were headlining, but you didn’t mind. you liked the smaller crowds, more intimate. you saw drew sat at a table by himself, looking around for you and checking his watch.

“1 minute,” the hostess whispered to you, drawing your attention from the crowd. your phone pinged, so you quickly checked it.

drew<3: Hey baby I’m here. Where are you?

a sweet message, one that would have to go unanswered as the host began to announce you and jackson. the two of you walked onto the small stage they had set up in the corner of the shop.

as soon as you stepped out, your eyes went to drew—the shocked look on his face, followed by a soft smile. the host let you take over the mic so you could announce the song you were going to sing.

“hi everyone! thanks so much for coming out tonight. i’m so excited to be here, and i know jackson is, too. this first song we’re gonna sing is a new single of mine, releasing soon. so get excited because you’re getting a sneak peak! i wanna dedicate this song to someone special in the crowd tonight… drew, this is for you baby. i love you,” he couldn’t contain the huge smile taking over his face, mouthing the words ‘i love you, too’ back at you.

the slow beat began to play through the sound system they had set up, you requested the original track (with drew’s voice) be played just without the vocals so he could hear that he was part of it.

mmm

hey, yeah

(that’s just for fun)

(what?)

(i’m stuck with you)

drew’s face was nothing short of rewarding. the surprised look was something you would probably remember forever. you just shot him a small, mischievous smile, which he returned with a soft laugh that you obviously couldn’t hear, but you knew what it sounded like.

ah

i’m not one to stick around

one strike and you’re out, baby

don’t care if i sound crazy

but, you never let me down, no, no

that’s why when the sun’s up, i’m stayin’

still layin’ in your bed, singin’

the low octave of your voice, accompanied with the almost sultry look you were giving drew right now was driving him crazy. the truth is—he had gone to his sister’s, but he had left early to make a stop at the jewelry store. you didn’t know it, but a ring was hidden in his jacket pocket right now.

when you had asked him to meet you at the coffee shop where you had first met him, he didn’t see a more perfect opportunity to make you his forever.

i could stay here for a lifetime

so, lock the door and throw out the key

can’t fight this no more, it’s just you and me

and there’s nothin’ i, nothin’ i, i can do

i’m stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you

drew’s mind was blown—not only at your amazing vocals which would never fail to amaze him, but at the lyrics. ‘stay here for a lifetime’, ‘stuck with you’. it was like you knew what he was planning.

a few verses later, jackson took over. you only sang some harmonies and backup vocals for him, prancing around the stage, moving to the beat.

drew just watched you in awe. yeah, the other guy was good, too, but you were mesmerizing. you weren’t even singing and he was absolutely hypnotized just by your stage presence alone.

woah

baby, come take all my time

go on, make me lose my mind

we got all that we need here tonight

your two tones worked together beautifully as the bridge took over, and the song hit its climax—the jazzy tune taking over the café. everyone in the place was bopping their heads to the tune, some even throwing some impressed whistles at your vocals.

baby, run your mouth, i still wouldn’t change

all this lovin’ you, hatin’ you, wantin’ you

i’m stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you

stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you

it was the end of the song, but you extended your vocals, hitting high notes that drew didn’t even know was possible (he did. he had listened to you for the past few months, and had seen you do inhuman things with your voice, but still)

as the song faded out, you simply walked off the stage for an intermission, ‘stuck with u’ playing softly in the background as people moved about. applause and cheers were still booming through the small shop as people ordered snacks and drinks.

you walked over to drew, sitting in the seat across from him. despite you both being famous, no one was really bothering you—which you were kind of grateful for.

“hey baby,” you said softly, warm smile on your face as you awaited his response to the song.

“hey love,” he replied with equal softness. he reached his hands out to take yours which were resting on the table—or at least, you thought that’s what he was doing.

something cold hit your hand instead. you looked down to find a beautiful diamond ring with a small pearl attached to the gem. your breath caught in your chest, looking back up at drew in equal parts confusion and shock.

“drew… wha–,” you began before he cut you off.

“y/n… will you marry me?”

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I thought it would be harder to pick and then I saw "Be-All And Endor pegging bonus scene" and anyway here I am. 😍

Ahaha, I hoped someone would ask about this one from my WIP folder! 🧡💚

This is set several months after the main story ends. My plan was – and still is (eventually) – to write some random scenes from Din and Reader’s future in lieu of a sequel.

Several readers commented they would’ve liked to have read the scene in the final chapter where Reader tells Din to go shower and meet her in their cabin to cross off another item on their “things that’ll happen eventually” list, which suggests some type of ass play for Din, based on an earlier comment in chapter 37 where he indicates he’d be interested in trying it.

As usual, the smut slowed me down when I started drafting it. Honestly, I don’t think I know enough about pegging to adequately describe it, so I put it on the back burner until I could do sufficient research.

That said, when I got your ask, I went back and checked how much I had already written, and I realised I actually have a decent-length scene leading up to the smut… it just fades to black (again) when they’re about to start.

So, Kate, since it’s you and you definitely deserve a reward for all your cheerleading of Be-All (for which I’m forever grateful), I’ve decided to give you not just a snippet but the whole of the 1k+ word scene that I’ve got so far. I’m not posting it on AO3 yet – I’ll do that later once I’ve written the second half of it and converted the AO3 version into a series – so for now, please enjoy this Tumblr exclusive bonus content!

⚠️ Please note the following contains heavy spoilers for anyone who hasn’t read the original story!

Be-All And Endor Bonus Chapter (excerpt): The Solace

Rating: Mature (18+) Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader Word count: 1,150 Tags/warnings: References to sex, anal play, pegging (nothing explicit); brief reference to a past attempted SA; the dildo is referred to as a cock; some swearing and explicit language; one (1) Mando’a insult

You find the toy tucked away in the back of your drawer, hidden from prying eyes for weeks. Even though Din knows you acquired it before leaving Glavis, you’d insisted on keeping it a surprise until you could finally try it out.

But things had got in the way.

His painful Darksaber injury, worse than Nantoogen’s concussive blaster bolt on Endor. His discovery of that mythosaur marker in Kolzoc Alley, faded and ominous. His bitter disappointment at reaching the lowest level of the substrata and finding it empty. The thrill of uncovering hastily painted coordinates that revealed his tribe’s new location.

Just like that, your fun and games were on hold.

In the weeks since, everything that’s happened has overwhelmed you both – physically and emotionally – for better and for worse. The covert, the recognition of your union, your shiny new helmet… Din’s exile.

The Armorer’s final words and your defiant retort still ring tragically in your ears almost a day later, as if your helmet has trapped them there:

“You have not yet sworn the Creed; therefore, you are not an apostate. You may stay.”

“But I have sworn riduurok to Din Djarin and the gai bal manda to Grogu; therefore, I am a wife and mother. I am loyal to my clan and could never abandon them for a tribe that exiles one of its own despite his wish to atone. You taught me that loyalty and solidarity are the Way, and I will honour that. So, I thank you for your offer, but nariti lo’shebs’ul.”

You can still feel the sting of tears on your cheeks, still see Din’s dejected body stiffen as you told his alor to shove her offer up her ass. Amid the grief, you sensed a spike of shock – even pride – flicker within him for a fleeting moment.

Now back in hyperspace’s safe and superluminal embrace, you both need the relief of the release you’re about to partake in. But he needs it more.

He still hasn’t really talked. Not properly – not like you know he can. He’s been barely responsive, stiff, twitchy, and every subtle quiver speaks of his deep turmoil. Apostate. It’s an awful label. His inner storm has been yours to share through your connection, but you’ve resisted. You saw his need for solitude on Anantapar, so you’d granted him several hours alone in the cockpit – helmet on.

After several failed check-ins for food and comfort, it was to this suggestion alone that Din had responded. Once you’d assured him that Grogu was asleep in his cubicle, he’d immediately risen from his chair, awaiting instructions. You’d told him to shower and to meet you in the cabin without his helmet, where you’d unveil your purchase from Glavis.

Now, with a determined breath, you face the final hurdle: figuring out how to attach the damn thing.

You’d liked the look of the ‘strapless’ versions, but the vendor had advised that a strap would be best. More stability and a better experience for your husband, she’d insisted. Fewer distractions for you while it’s his turn, she’d winked. Fair point. You’re not sure you could concentrate solely on his pleasure with something nestled inside your pussy, rubbing your G-spot to distraction.

It takes a few minutes of fiddling, but you successfully secure the harness. It’s actually more comfortable than it looks.

You turn back to the drawer and run your fingers along the dildo’s length, marvelling at the silky texture. It cost a kriffing fortune, so it’d better be worth the credits. A snort escapes you at the thought that Nantoogen’s bounty reward paid for this. It’s almost poetic that the man who tried to sexually assault you has now purchased you your very own cock.

Once it’s nestled securely within the harness, you spend several minutes pacing around the cabin, watching it bob along in front of you. Kriff, you’re oscillating between nervous, curious, and aroused. It makes you feel… powerful.

You and Din have an established sexual dynamic, though, and he’s always in control, even when he’s seemingly not. He has also previously rejected the idea of using toys in the bedroom, fully confident that (for you, at least) he can do better with his own dick. But as much as he’s enjoyed taking your fingers in his ass on occasion, he’d eventually agreed that something more substantial would guarantee him a more gratifying time.

Given his general dislike of sex aids, you’d asked the vendor for a realistic dildo to match your skin tone, especially since you know he’s been attracted to men in the past. Hopefully, this will help him feel less like he’s having something plastic shoved up him and more like he’s enjoying someone’s body.

With the trusty Tatooine lube at the ready on the nightstand, you strip off everything but your bra and your new appendage, then perch on the edge of the bed and wait.

You’re so accustomed to every rattle on the Crest by now that even his bare feet can’t hide his ascent up the ladder, and your pulse quickens in readiness. You stand, wanting to present him with the full spectacle upon entry to the cabin.

Din steps through the door as it slides open, but he stops dead the second he catches sight of you. His uncovered gaze plummets straight down to your cock, eyes widening in surprise, brows rising in tandem with a sharp inhale.

He swallows, staring… staring…

You gulp, hoping… hoping…

And then you see it – the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. It’s nothing compared to the wide grin you’re used to seeing on your husband’s face, but you reach out with your mind, trying to decipher that almost-smile. There’s still a heavy soup of grief, but there’s more now, too. Intrigue, anticipation… a hint of excitement. Sexual excitement.

“Do you like it?” you venture, gently steering him toward those positive feelings.

He swallows again and nods, still staring. “It looks… real.” Taking a careful step forward, he comes within touching distance yet still only uses his eyes. “I like how real it looks.”

A rush of relief pulses through you. Those credits were well spent.

With a grin, you comment, “Well, it doesn’t have balls, but I don’t need those to fuck you. My metaphorical ones are big enough.”

Din’s eyes finally rise to meet yours as he steps even closer, the smirk on his lips now more obvious, and you catch another spike of his pride over how you handled your exit from the covert. “I fucking love you,” he declares, pressing a hard, grateful kiss to your lips before pulling back abruptly. “Where do you want me?”

“On your knees, on the bed,” you command, knowing full well that this is an illusion of power he’s giving you. “I wanna see that tight little ass in the air.”

His smirk grows. “Yes, Sir.”

Mando’a translations, in case they aren’t obvious:

riduurok [REE-doo-rok] – marriage agreement

gai bal manda [guy bal MAN-dah] – adoption ceremony (lit. “name and soul”)

nariti lo’shebs’ul [nah-REE-tee loh-SHEBS-ool] – shove it up your ass

Notes:

“Trusty Tatooine lube” is a reference to the scene in the final chapter that I mentioned above – Reader picked some up before they left, which is why she suggested that particular activity as soon as they’d left the planet.

In case anyone’s forgotten, Din tells Reader in chapter 30 (after their shower sex) that whatever sex aids she used before he came along have no place in their relationship, indicating his general dislike of sex toys. I don’t think he’s a prude, but this version of Din has a preconceived notion that he needs to be the best lover he can be without any ‘cheating’. Reader could easily talk him into using toys on her, of course, simply by educating him a little better – just as she’s done regarding other things he’s been somewhat naive about. But here, she decides to respect his prior avoidance and give him an experience that feels as ‘real’ as possible. Perhaps this will help him realise that toys might be fun for her, too!

Reader also refers to having “seen his need for solitude on Anantapar”, which, as a reminder, refers to when he had a teensy bit of an emotional breakdown at the tail end of their honeymoon in chapter 38.

I adapted the lovely insulting Mando’a phrase from a previously existing phrase in Karen Travis’s novel ‘Order 66’ – Kovid lo’shebs’ul narit – which is supposed to mean ‘shove your head up your ass’, but the grammar is a little off. So I put the verb in the correct place and properly conjugated it, then removed the word for ‘head’ (it doesn’t need an object as she’s just said the word “offer”, so it’s clear what she’s talking about).

Holy crap, I’m scared now I’ve put this up. This is the first new Be-All content since July 2023! 😭 Fun timing, though, because I have another two Be-All bonus posts coming out in the next few days as the fic is about to hit a milestone, so stay tuned!

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Attention Part 4 - Beef

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Afab Reader (referred to as she/her) x Trafalgar Law

Summary: Law and Zoro finally face off in a slightly heated discussion about you

CW: Brief mentions of slavery and violence, slightly toxic male “Bro” like behavior. You are the prize after all.

Previous Chapters: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Next Chapter: Part 5

Word Count: 2.2k

MDNI. Even though this chapter does not contain any explicit content, the rest of the story does. Please respect this disclaimer.

I was originally going to present this chapter as a two-parter because I didn’t want to leave it as a cliffhanger, but the first part is completed and I’m still working on the second part and I wanted to finally release something for this story. I hope you’ll enjoy this little snippet and I will try to complete the next part soon. Happy Reading!

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Law couldn’t be more thrilled. Somehow, blessedly, you would be staying with him.

More simply, it would be you and the other remaining Strawhats on the journey to Wano, but the details of your failed rendezvous were irrelevant. For now he could at least continue enjoying your company.

Re-coordinating the plan was difficult, though having dealt with the Strawhat captain made Law more skilled at adapting to irritating deviations. His crew was a godsend for they were practiced in anticipating his needs before even being asked. Their reunion had filled him with the realization of how close he’d been to never seeing them again. Would they have forgiven him? Would they have even cared? Would they harbor any resentment for him abandoning them? It took great difficulty to prevent himself from falling down a rabbit hole of self-loathing, but it was combatted with his gratefulness for having such dedicated and devoted people in his life. He’d also internalized your guiding words which reminded him that there wouldn’t even be a dependable and trustworthy crew of his if there weren’t a great captain to lead them.

His mind and heart had been a jumbled mess on the days leading to Zou. A shard of his heart was being taken away, and he feared it would make the rest of him collapse in a way his own Devil Fruit wouldn’t be able to fix. He’d dreaded the moment he’d leave you behind—even more so when you’d clung to him, rendering him frozen with your unshed tears, a suffocating lump lodging in his throat. He’d never seen you look so small and defeated, shriveled as your vivacious essence was drained. Any doubts of your feelings for him were wiped clean when you’d whispered softly how guilty you felt for wanting to stay with him.

Despite your anguish over your blasphemous confession, a part of him— more mountainous than he cared to admit—was delighted that he’d somehow nestled himself within your heart. He’d kissed you so fiercely, pilfering the breath from your lungs, and uttered thankful praises against your lips for painting his world a little brighter—saturating it with your sweetness.

Now that your time together was extended, he had the luxury of hosting you within his domain. Almost daily he struggled with the task of remaining discreet and careful not to further exacerbate the brewing tension between you, him, and Zoro. Not so secretly Law wished the mossy-haired swordsman had joined the others in their rescue of their cook, though he soon realized how futile that would have been given Zoro and the Cook’s contentious relationship.

What was even more concerning was Zoro’s audacious hovering—the man never let you out of his sight. Evidently you and him had engaged in some sort of tryst and now he’d magnetized himself to you and was digging in his heels. Law had taken for granted the minimized scrutiny he’d had aboard the Sunny and how greatly it’d worked in his favor. Now back on the Polar Tang he was forced to maintain the veneer of a respectable host. Ultimately he found himself lying awake at night, wishing to carry you back to his quarters and lavish you with his mouth and body every second of every day it took to reach Wano.

The question now was: where would everyone sleep? How would they divvy up the common areas? The Polar Tang was quite large, but it was uncertain if it could comfortably house 8 guests. The easiest solution was to drag in the spare cots from the infirmary and send all of the men to the men’s quarters.

With strained indifference he’d sent you and Robin to stay with Ikkaku, whose keen eyes took notice of him lingering in the doorway as you settled in. Between her and Robin he felt far too exposed, but it was understood that they’d never mention anything about it. Not to him anyway.

As the sun dipped into the horizon amongst brushstrokes of apricot and magenta, the mighty sub made its descent, hurtling deep into the ocean’s depths. While the Heart Captain sat in his office a soft knock wrapped at his door.

“Hey Captain,” popped Bepo’s head from the doorway as Shachi squeezed past to join him, “that one Strawhat guy was looking for you earlier.”

Massaging his temples, Law prayed that no one else had tampered with anything else of importance.

“If it’s their shipwright tell him we’ll arrive at the next island in a few days’ time, so he can get the materials to fix that tank Long Nose-ya busted.”

Bepo scratched his head as Shachi struggled to hold in his snicker—he’d been complicit in pranking the sniper after all.

“No, it’s that green-haired swordsman who’s been wandering around all day and knocking things over with those swords of his. I think he’s lost but he won’t tell anyone where he’s trying to go.

He’s probably looking for you, Law thought to himself, remembering how you’d spent most of the day sleeping.

“Figures. Bring him and his astronomically pathetic sense of direction in here.”

“Who’re you calling pathetic,” came a grunt from the other side of the door before Bepo stepped aside.

“Actually Captain he’s right here.”

“Yes I see Bepo, thank you. You both can leave. And Shachi, stop encouraging the Strawhats from wreaking anymore havoc. We have too long of a journey together. We can’t afford anymore repairs.”

“Aye aye sir,” Shachi saluted, failing to wipe the shit-eating grin from his face as he ushered Bepo out of the room and closed the door.

Law and Zoro were finally alone, which had never actually happened before they’d arrived at Zou. Much to their surprise they’d formed a delicate alliance, one that stemmed from their disdain for the ludicrous mourning over Kanjuro’s crude drawing and their shared excitement for meeting a ninja. They’d become tentative acquaintances—save for the awkward chill that surged between them whenever you squeezed in to link your arms with theirs. Side-glancing each other over the top of your head, they reluctantly folded as you guided them along.

Zoro leaned against the desk a few steps from where Law sat, who frowned as the force of the other man’s weight knocked over his lamp.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, looking anything but.

“What is it that you want Zoro-ya.”

Taking a moment to answer, he ran his finger over the hilt of Wado Ichimonji.

“Where’s she sleeping tonight?”

Setting down his pen, Law swiveled around to face him.

“Somewhere you’ll never be able to find.”

The perilous edge in Zoro’s eye made him snort.

“Relax Hercules. She’s with Nico-ya in Ikkaku’s room.”

Blowing out a breath, Zoro shifted on his feet. “Surprised you didn’t drag her to your lair.”

“Are you saying I’m Hades?”

The genuine befuddlement crossing Zoro’s face prompted Law to trudge neatly along.

“I might’ve thought about it but i figured it would be inappropriate to grant her the privilege in front of everyone.”

Zoro smirked and Law relaxed, leaning back in his seat.

“I would if I could though.”

Zoro glanced aside to the disorganized pile of books stacked in a corner.

“Everyone knows you know. Even your crew.”

“I know.” Law laid his hands over his stomach, drumming his fingers. “But I can at least maintain the illusion that we’re all keeping it professional.”

“Speak for yourself. I’m lookin grab her right now and take her to that...observation aquarium-thingy she likes so much. Makes for a very romantic setting.”

With a scoff Law turned back to his desk. “Good luck finding it.”

A bark of laughter whisked the tension aside as Zoro removed his katanas to lean them next to him against the desk. Carding a hand through his hair he turned to face Law properly.

“I can see why she likes you so much.”

Law’s brow twitched as he was unable to tamp down his confusion.

“She likes people who give it to her straight. Bet you’ve said things to her that most people would consider rude.”

He was momentarily stage-hooked to his first encounter with you and smiled.

“One day I basically told her she looked like shit. Like she hadn’t slept for a week.”

“I see,” Zoro replied, concealing his laugh with a fist over his mouth. “Did she...ever tell you why she has so much trouble sleeping?”

Of course you had. It’d been one of the very first offerings of yourself you’d entrusted him with.

“Almost every night for weeks on end, without even breaks sometimes, they forced me to participate in those underground fighting rings under the threat of being sold as a slave to a Celestial Dragon. All thanks to my shitty parent’s debts. And ever since, I’ve been like a prisoner in my own mind. I don’t think you realize how much you’ve helped me.”

“Yeah, she told me.”

Zoro scratched his jaw.

“She still has those nightmares you know, even now. But I imagine you’ve provided the perfect late-night distraction for her.”

Law’s eyes widened in bewilderment.

“I thought she was with you during all of those late nights. You both seem so close after all.”

“Well. Shit,” Zoro shook his head, “I guess we were both missing our opportunity.”

“I guess we were,” Law affirmed with a wry smile.

A blanket of comfortable silence settled before Law turned back to re-open his book.

“Looks like I’ll have to work harder to find a way to steal her away.”

Zoro’s head snapped back to him, eye gleaming with careful warning.

“She’s not going anywhere.”

Law’s face gave away nothing as he flipped the pages of his book.

“You sure? I can be very convincing. My crew seems to like her already. I’m sure she’d fit right in.”

“She’s not the type to abandon us just because she fell a little for your pretty boy charms,” Zoro muttered, leaning closer.

“Well it seems your Mr. Cool act hasn’t been enough to keep her full attention, so you never know.”

Zoro’s mouth curled in a taunting sneer.

“I definitely had her attention a few weeks ago in our kitchen. And I was also smart enough not to cut it short by the way.”

Law snapped his book shut, bristling as he stood up.

“She told you about that?”

“Not directly. I could just tell. She said it was good though.”

His body eased with relief. He’d been worried he hadn’t given you enough during your last encounter. It was good to know you’d at least liked it. He’d give you so much more if you let him.

“Well luckily I have ways of bringing her to me discreetly, if she wishes. And we’ll have plenty of privacy for me to service her properly.”

Zoro leaned closer, not quite touching his nose to Law’s but close enough to feel the heat from his body.

“Don’t think it’s gonna be that easy to take her just because you made her cum.”

Law countered with unwavering eyes, “I don’t know if you’re trying to offend me Zoro-ya, but this thing between us is much deeper than just satisfying her sexually, and I think you’re underestimating that.”

“I’m not underestimating shit. That’s why I’m telling you. I won’t back off, and I’m guessing you’re not either, so this ain’t personal but I’ll fight you for her if I have to.

Their aggressions squared off until Zoro shifted back to tuck his katanas safely back into his haramaki.

“You’re lucky you’re too noble of a guy to play around with her heart, otherwise I’d have to slice you up just for wasting her time.”

Law remained stood at his desk, arms folded.

“And I know you’re too honorable of a man to sacrifice the greater good of our alliance for some non-beef with me. It’s nothing personal on my end either.”

Fully finished with the conversation, Law sighed and held out his hand. “I’m sending you back to the men’s quarters now since I do not trust you to find it on your own.”

“You’re just trying to get rid of me so you can-“ but his reply was cut short as he was teleported out of the room, replaced with a dirty sock that flopped to the floor.

Collapsing back into his chair, he threaded his fingers behind his head. Considering Zoro’s accusation he now considered actually teleporting himself to Ikkaku’s room and stealing you away. Before he could talk himself out of it he focused on a discarded hairbrush and landed softly on the carpet. You were still sound asleep in your bunk, tightly wrapped in your blankets. As he approached your bed he considered an item inconspicuous enough to swap himself with without being too obvious that his presence had been the reason for your absence.

Settling on a pen, he bundled you up in his arms and swiftly warped back to his room, setting you down on the bed just as your eyes cracked open. His heart fluttered as you gave him a dreamy smile.

“I was wondering when I was going to see you.”

[softmamawrites]

Hair Wash Day

A little snippet of John and Gale from Love Within These Halls (LWTH)

Warnings: maybe a few swear words, talking of bipolar disorder, talking of religious trauma

5k words

Thank you to: @trashbag-baby666 for listening to me ramble about these idiot boys

Mood board by: me

dividers by: @firefly-graphics

John is tired, a bone deep aching kind of tired, he’s been stuck in his chair for too long. He’d been out of the house all day, first a doctors appointment, followed by a long session at the physical therapy office, grocery shopping with Curt, and now Janie was coming over for dinner tonight. Gale was coming after class to spend the weekend, Curt was gone at Ken’s. It seemed to be a habit of his, going for the weekend so Gale could come and stay. Not that Gale didn’t spend the night when Curt was home, it was just a little nicer to have the apartment to themselves.

“You look tired sweetheart.” Gale says once he’s come in, hanging his keys up by John’s on the key rack that Marge found them at the thrift store. The boy hums a bit, rubbing his hands over his face and smiling just a little. Watching as Gale hangs up his coat, followed by his satchel, a few of his school books in his hands. He had midterms and had asked John if he would proofread his essay for his English one.

“I’ll be alright, Janie said she’d be here in like 20 minutes. She stopped to pick up dinner, said she didn’t feel like cooking. I told her I could but, she said not to bother.” The black haired boy says, shrugging softly before he’s humming quietly at Gale sitting in his lap. The blond wrapping his arms around his shoulders to hold him close, kissing his temple and sighing softly. His own arms curling around his waist, squeezing gently and nuzzling in. Breathing in the familiar scent of vanilla and citrus, both of them taking a minute.

“Missed you.” Gale murmurs into his throat, a little smile tugging at the corners of John’s lips. Feeling the deep sigh that Gale releases, his fingers playing with the curls at the nape of John’s neck. Rubbing his thumb across the muscle, seeming to need this hug just as much as John did. Gale wasn’t a very touchy person, it took a lot to get him to a gooey place. The little spike of worry in John’s stomach lessening when Gale presses his lips to his cheek.

“You feeling okay doll face?” The blond nods a bit and rests his forehead against John’s temple, breathing deeply. Hugging him close one more time before he’s pulling back to look at the older boy again. Brushing his thumb below John’s eye, frowning at the slightly purple bag resting there. Feeling the stubble on John’s cheek, he hadn’t shaved in a few days it would seem. Their eyes connecting again, before John is leaning in for a soft press of lips.

“I just missed you, I know I saw you on Tuesday. Just, felt like forever. Which I know is silly, I’ve gotten used to seeing you whenever I want. And midterms are kicking my ass right now.” John runs his hand down the back of Gale’s head, feeling the soft and silky strands of blond hair. Scrunching it gently before he loosens his hold again, rubbing his thumb across the bone under Gale’s ear. Watching as his eyes flutter for a second, making John smile a little at the look of content on his face.

“Well, I know you’ve already crushed your math exam and your sociology exam, you’ve got children’s psychology on Tuesday, and your English essay due Monday right? You’re going to do amazing baby, you always do. You’re incredibly smart.” John praises as he rubs Gale’s neck for him, knowing he’s been at the library pouring over books for his exams.

He was worried Gale wasn’t eating, or that he was going to send himself into a manic episode. But Marge had been making sure Gale was eating when John wasn’t there. And in turn John was making sure Gale was eating when they were together. Gale was always good about taking his medicine, he hated cycling. Hated the way it made him feel, hated the bouts of anger and restlessness that would occur.

“I’m pretty sure Mrs. Clyde hates me, she picks on me in class. I swear, don’t laugh at me John, I’m being serious. It’s like she singles me out sometimes. I feel dumb when she asks me a question, and it’s supposed to be how we interpret it. Not how she wants us to, if she wanted that then she needs to be more specific.” John chuckles softly as he brushes his hand down Gale’s head again, getting his cornflower blue eyes back up.

A little lopsided smile on John’s face, making Gale roll his eyes fondly. Before their foreheads are touching and both of them are breathing together. Gale’s fingers dangling over where they’re resting on John’s shoulders. The blond jumping just slightly at the knock on the door, bonking their foreheads together. Both of them wincing slightly as Gale goes to stand to answer the door, John squeezing his butt as he goes.

“Hi Janie, I can take that for you.” Gale offers as he holds out his hands for the food she’s got in her arms, the woman smiling at him gratefully. Her vivid blue eyes staring back at him, Gale smiling at her sweetly as he accepts the food. The smell of Italian cuisine filling his nose, ‘Enzo’s’ one of John’s favorites he had found out. The older boy loved their lasagna, and they made their garlic bread completely in house.

“I will be so glad when it finally just snows. Like God bless, give it up already Mother Nature.” John chuckles softly at his sister’s antics, before he’s wheeling into the kitchen behind them. The small rectangle dining table pushed against one wall, with two chairs on either end. The middle section clear so John can sit there, Janie rambling about the drive in. While Gale grabs plates, John grabbing silverware, and Janie grabbing glasses for drinks. Gale gently brushes his hand across John’s curls, pushing them off of his forehead for a moment.

“Are you feeling alright John?” Janie asks as she looks at her brother, Gale and her having been talking about his children’s psychology class. The black haired boy unusually quiet, eating his food slowly. His eyelids were fighting just falling down, he knew if he did that he was going to face plant into the food. He blinks a few times, looking at his sister’s worried face, Gale looking at him as well. Both of them holding the same expression, before Gale is leaning over to put his wrist on John’s forehead.

“Yea, I’m alright, I’m just tired. Had a long day, I’ll be alright.” He responds waving them off slightly, both of them sharing a look. Watching as the boy stifles a yawn behind his closed fist, Janie smiling a little to herself as she watches Gale push John’s curls back again. A little idea flickering in her head, checking the time on her apple watch on her wrist, before she looks at John. Eyes assessing the state of his hair, seeing the little build up of pomade, some mousse sure to be in there as well.

“John, when’s the last time you washed your hair?”

“Uh, I think Tuesday…why you sayin’ I smell? I’ll have you know I take a shower every day.” She laughs softly at her little brother, rolling her eyes fondly as she looks at him. Seeing the little defensive expression on his face slipping, realizing she isn’t poking fun at him. Gale swallowing his sip of water as he sits there, crossing his ankles under the table.

“Want me to wash your hair for you? I can show Gale how to do it, you look like you could use a wash. I know how much you loved when I’d do it at the salon for you.” He lets out a soft sound at that, cheeks flushing a light pink color up to his ears. Before he’s nodding a little bit, the woman smiling as she stands up from her spot. Heading for the bathroom to pull out the Amazon box she stuffed under the counter when she first came down. Snagging his shampoo and deep conditioner, followed by a few of his other products. Coming back out to the kitchen, hearing Gale and John talking quietly.

“Alright big man, let’s see if you can rest comfortably by the sink. If not we’re going to have to go to the bedroom or figure something else out. Although I don’t think you’ll like being laid out on the living room floor.” John makes a soft face at that, before he’s letting Gale wheel him to the kitchen.

Too tired to really fight it at all, he was usually a big ‘I can do it myself’ type of guy. He didn’t like feeling like he had to depend on others when he could do it himself. But for tonight, he would let Gale and Janie dote on him, if it made them feel better. Janie hums softly as she unboxes the travel shampoo basin, setting it up by the sink. Turning on the tap so it can start warming up, Gale turning John so his chair is facing the counters.

“Only thing that might get in the way is the handles…but if we can get it positioned properly I think it’ll be okay.” Gale murmurs as he carefully gets John situated, the boy humming softly at the comment. Before he’s trying to turn to look behind himself, seeing that he’s going to have to lean back a bit. Looking back at Gale before he looks at his sister, worrying briefly that his back is going to hurt from this.

“Can you slide forward just a bit? We can put some pillows behind you so you’re not cricking your neck?” Janie says as she looks at her brother, he looks up at her before he’s nodding softly. Holding the arm rests of his chair and trying to slowly slide himself forward, Gale gently holding his waist to help. Janie going to John’s room to grab the pillows, coming back out to see Gale wrapping a towel around John’s shoulders. The blond massaging John’s neck gently as he does, smiling softly as the black haired boy relaxes more.

“Okay, let’s get these stuffed where they need to go to keep you comfortable. I’m going to order one of those travel neck pillows for the next time.” Janie says as she and Gale both take pillows and place them around John, keeping him from having to strain his back. The boy letting his eyes close as Janie leads his head back into the little shampoo basin. His neck cushioned slightly by the divot in the inflatable pool, Gale smiling as he watches them. Janie grabbing the sprayer from the sink and stretching it over carefully, beginning to wet down John’s hair. Her fingers scrunching through to break up old gel, mousse, and curl cream.

“I’m going to double shampoo his hair, something tells me he hasn’t done that in a while. The clarifying shampoo will break up any leftover residues from his products. The other one is to help clean his hair, I use the shampoo only on his roots. Taking it to the bottoms of his hair makes the curl fall flat, and then he’s left looking like an alpaca in the summer heat.” Janie explains as she looks at Gale, the blond looking back at her. Feeling like he suddenly should be taking notes, nodding along with what she’s saying. He’s never had to do much for his hair, he grew it out because he hated going to the salons. They were always too rough with him and made his head hurt. Gale watches as John relaxes even more under his sister’s gentle touch, her deft fingers massaging the soap in. Smiling softly at the way John’s face is completely relaxed.

“It took us awhile to get his curls to a healthy place, our ma used to buzz his head every summer, and he played football. The helmets were not forgiving for his big melon head, but he’s a good student. I’m sure he pays more for curl supplies than he does for body wash.” Janie states making Gale laugh quietly, he had seen the extensive collection of hair products John had. Curt had complained it was like living with a woman, but John was committed to taking care of his hair. That was the only ‘gay thing’ John had about him as he liked to joke, even if Gale would roll his eyes and tell him proper hygiene skills wasn’t a gay trait.

“He’s told me you would kill him if he messed up his hair.” Janie laughs softly and smiles as she rinses John’s hair, running her fingers through to make sure all the soap suds are gone. Listening as a little snores rolls up John’s throat, Gale smiling softly as he stands there. Janie chuckling as she shakes her head, working in the second lather of soap onto John’s scalp. His muscles twitching just slightly as he sleeps in his chair, Gale moving just a little to make sure he doesn’t slide out.

“He’s notorious for this too…falling asleep when people play with his hair. I’m sure you’ve learned that, he’s like a puppy. One good scratch to his scalp and he’s going belly up.” Gale laughs a little bit and sees the older girl’s eyes, watching the gentle adoration she has for her brother. Her blue eyes soft as she looks at him before she’s blinking softly and meeting Gale’s eyes. Smiling softly at him, before she looks back down at her brother sleeping.

“He is like a puppy, I tell him all of the time he reminds me of a golden retriever. He loves having his hair played with, I’m sure if he could his leg would shake sometimes.” Janie giggles and smiles as she looks at Gale again before looking down at her brother. A little sadness in her eyes, a memory flickering behind her eyes before she lets out a deep breath. Gale staying quiet, letting her have her moment, the majority of people that knew John knew him before the accident. This version of John was the only one that Gale knew, he didn’t have anything to compare him to.

“What was he like? Before everything happened? Curt has said a couple of times that he was the life of the party, and loud, so so loud.“ Gale asks softly, hoping he doesn’t upset Janie with his question. Seeing the little smile form on her plush pink lips, he knew they got their lips from their father. The girl takes a deep breath, rinsing the shampoo from John’s onyx colored hair. Running her fingers through the wet strands, another snore coming from John’s throat. Gale watching as she dips her fingers into the jar of deep conditioner. Spreading it down John’s hair from midlength to tips, gently scrunching it in.

“He was loud, you always knew where he was because he was making noise. But he was always so gentle, he was and is an amazing shoulder to lean on. He has these giant hands, I swear they’re as big as my face, but he’s never raised them in anything but love. He seems like such a jock, and he is, don’t get me wrong, he will never turn down a baseball game or football event. But he’s also the guy who throughly enjoys reading poetry, he loves going to plays, he has always been a giant sweetheart. Wears his heart on his sleeve, and it’s gotten him into so much trouble.” Janie murmurs, a few tears collecting on her waterline before she’s brushing her shoulder up to wipe them away. Smiling wetly as she looks up at Gale, seeing him looking at her with soft eyes. Absorbing everything she’s told him about the boy he’s in love with, he knew some of it. He knew John liked to read poetry, it had honestly shocked Gale when he learned it. He loved watching baseball on the tv, and he knew John had played football from 5th grade up until the accident. He also knew John was a really good listener, he had spent a lot of time with Gale just listening to him.

“He loves you, more than I think he’s loved anyone ever before. John’s always been good at admiring others, but actually loving them, that was never super easy for him. Our dad is not an affectionate person, and our mom shows enough. He didn’t ever see a man loving someone, but the way he loves you, that’s all him just being who he is.” Gale feels the blush rising up on his ears, looking at the older girl. Before he looks down at his boyfriend, peacefully sleeping as he gets his hair washed. His breathing even, body lax, trusting the two of them to keep him safe. His stomach twisting slightly with fondness, Gale smiling softly.

“I love him too, I didn’t grow up in a good home. Love wasn’t something that was ever passed easily, but John, he makes it easy. He makes it easy to be loved and to give love, I didn’t think I’d ever have that. And I don’t think he’ll ever know how grateful I am for him, I try to show him but he’s always been better at that than I have been. He makes me feel special without even having to try.” Janie makes a soft sound at that, gently washing out John’s hair. Squeezing the strands to help drain any excess water, Gale reaching for a towel to help her. The water draining from the inflatable basin into the sink, Janie picking up the curl cream. Squeezing some into her hands and beginning to massage it through the strands that are already starting to curl up slightly.

“He’s changed from the accident, but not in the way he treats others. It’s in the way he treats himself, he’s meaner to himself, talks about himself in a way I’ve never heard from him. It makes my heart hurt, like he sees himself as the enemy. Blames himself for his body not being able to do what it used to, even though it’s not his fault. He made a mistake getting into the car, but he’s never forgiven himself for it. And I hope with time he can see that he deserves forgiveness just like he gives everyone else.” Gale nods softly in agreement, knowing exactly what Janie is talking about. Knowing that John is hard on himself, talking himself down sometimes, cryptic little comments about himself. It made Gale upset sometimes, he didn’t know how to help John, except to remind him that he was working hard. Watching as she brushes his hair out, using her fingers to coil and curl his dark strands of hair.

“I think it’s something that he’s going to have to work through. We all have that dark voice in our heads, one that isn’t nice, one that likes to remind us of our downfalls. Some people are just better at keeping it pushed down, others don’t have that filter for it. I’ve been trying to get him to go to therapy, but he keeps insisting he doesn’t need it. He does enough therapy on the physical side, he doesn’t need it on the mental side too.” Gale quotes his boyfriend, shaking his head slightly making Janie huff out a soft laugh. Rolling her eyes at her brother, finishing up with the curl cream, letting him rest for a few more minutes. Knowing she’ll need to wake him up to finish up his hair, but not wanting to just yet. Having seen how exhausted he was, the bags under his eyes worrying her a little bit.

“Our dad always said if you couldn’t work out your issues with God and the pastor then it wasn’t worth working them out. Sometimes I think John takes that to heart, but he’s also better at talking through his feelings than most men I know.” Janie murmurs as she brushes her hand across her brother’s hair gently, breathing deeply as she watches him sleep. Gale looking at his boyfriend, knowing that John was getting better about talking things out.

They had both been working on better communication, especially with each other. It wasn’t something that happened overnight, it took time, dedication, and effort on both sides. Janie leans down and presses a soft kiss to John’s forehead, breathing him in for a minute before she’s straightening back out. Smiling softly at Gale, seeing him return the soft smile before they’re both looking at the passed out boy again.

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Gale is restless, he feels twitchy, like he’s on a hair trigger, just waiting for something to engage him. He’s felt it coming on for a few days now, getting snippy with Marge and John. He can’t sleep tonight, laying next to John for the last three hours. He’s tried reading, he’s tried watching a show on mute with the subtitles, he’s tried just listening to John’s even breathing. The bigger boy laying next to him, with an arm across Gale’s waist. He looks at the older boy, bringing a hand up to gently brush across John’s hair gently. Scrunching his nose when he feels the slight grease there, the pomade a little sticky, leaving a gritty feeling to his fingers.

“John…John, can you wake up for a minute?” Gale murmurs as he gently shakes the older boy’s shoulder, the boy letting out a soft whine before he’s stretching his spine just slightly. Wincing at the twinge it causes down his side, before he’s straightening back out. Blinking his eyes open blearily, eyes unable to focus for just a minute, his glasses tossed onto his nightstand. Gale constantly told him to put them in a case, he had at least three of them, but John could never be bothered.

“Wha’s wrong baby?” John mumbles as he rubs his eye like a toddler for a minute, Gale watches him for a second. Waiting for him to collect his bearings, John laying there and blinking his eyes slowly. Reminding Gale of a big dog all of a sudden, one that has been sunbathing on a porch and is too lazy to get up.

“Can I wash your hair?” John scrunches his face for a minute, not sure if he heard Gale correctly. He was positive it was after midnight now, he knew that Gale was cycling. He had gotten pretty good at figuring out the signs of it, and he knew when it did happen, the blond was restless. He was fidgety, got antsy, got snappy, he had a shorter fuse with people. It was just something that John had to learn to live with, he loved Gale, and he wanted the younger boy to know that. He wanted Gale to know that John was a safe space for him, he didn’t have to mask it when he was with John.

“You want to wash my hair? I mean…you can, I just need to get into my chair. We’ll have to be a little quiet, Curt is sleeping in his room and took a morning shift like a dumbass.” Gale shakes his head quickly as he’s sitting up, already sliding out of bed. Going to find one of the folding tables they have, knowing it would be tall enough to reach Bucky’s bedside. The bed was lower than your average king sized bed, made specifically for a paraplegic to be able to transfer in and out of their wheel chair. John shifts around slightly, moving the wedge pillow that is usually tucked up against his pelvis. Grabbing the one lodged in the small of his back too, waiting for what Gale has planned. He watches as the blond moves quietly in and out of the room, setting items down, before he’s coming in with a bucket of warm water.

“You can lay in bed and I’ll do it. I’ll be quiet, pretty sure Curt is dead to the world anyways.” Gale says as he sets everything down, looking at his boyfriend to see him halfway leaning against the headboard now. The bedside lamp turned on, illuminating the room in a soft glow. Gale momentarily getting distracted by John’s bare chest, the wiry chest hair there spanning between his pectorals. Circling around his nipples, the skin looking soft and smooth, making him want to touch. Before he’s taking a deep breath and shaking his head to clear his thoughts. If this didn’t work he knew he could probably get Bucky to let Gale give him a blowjob.

“Okay baby doll, can you help me lay the way you want?” The blond nods softly and moves to help John shift around on the bed. Getting him situated so he’s laying across the bed sideways, his head being supported by the table. The inflatable shampoo basin set up, one of the towels rolled up to prop his neck up comfortably. A sleepy little smile on his lips as he looks up at Gale, the blond letting out a soft sigh. Carefully bringing up the water to begin wetting his hair down, John humming softly at the warm touch of the water.

“Let me know if I’m too rough.” Gale says quietly, John nodding a bit in understanding, resting against his blankets again. His arm coming up to rub Gale’s thigh through his sleep pants, continuing to hum whatever tune comes into his head. The squirt of the shampoo bottle sounding softly, before he feels Gale’s fingers massaging his scalp. Goosebumps forming on his skin, a little shiver running down his spine. Not expecting this to feel as good as it did, he never got this way when Janie washed his hair.

“Does it feel okay?”

“Feels really good Gale…gonna make me want to never wash it myself again.” John responds almost immediately, Gale cracking a little smile. Continuing massaging as he goes, rubbing the soap in watching it lather up and foam. Being mindful of how hard he presses on certain spots, knowing that the top of John’s head can be sensitive. An aftermath of going through the windshield of the Jeep during the accident, making him tender headed there. A soft little sigh coming from his lips as Gale rubs the back of his head down by the base of his neck.

“I’ll wash your hair whenever you ask sweetheart.” Gale murmurs, feeling like his muscles are slowly losing the tenseness. It was still simmering there, but keeping himself busy like this was helping. John smiles softly at the pet name, Gale wasn’t huge on them, when he doled them out it felt like a treat. Pet names and sweet talking were Bucky’s forms of language, so much so that he worried it bothered his boyfriend. But Gale still flushed when John called him ‘doll face’, that one would always be their’s.

“You getting into the shower with me whenever I want is a nice thought.” Gale snorts softly at that, shaking his head a bit and smiling. John peeking an eye open to look up at his boyfriend, it was still blurry but he could make him out enough. Gale starts rinsing his hair out with a soft touch, smiling as he listens to John continue to hum. The tune familiar but Gale couldn’t place it, moving quietly as he goes. Rinsing all of the suds out, before he grabs for the conditioner bottle, squeezing out a good amount. He had never seen someone use so much conditioner before, and the first time he saw how much John used, he thought for sure it was an accident. But when John’s curls were all dried, the bounce they held told Gale it was intentional.

“Thank you…for letting me do this. I’m sorry for waking you up so late.” The blond murmurs as he works the conditioner into the ends of John’s hair, just like Janie had taught him. The boy makes a quiet sound as he scrunches his eyebrows together, opening one eye again. Sometimes without his glasses, having both eyes opened caused a double vision effect. And he wasn’t inclined to deal with that right now, the nausea that came with it was never welcomed.

“You can wake me up for anything baby, I don’t mind. I hate knowing that you can’t sleep and there’s nothing I can really do to help with it. Hate knowing I can’t help you fight this battle.” John says as he looks up at the younger boy, watching the concentration on his face. His blond brows pulled together, feeling as he scrunches his curls gently. Before Gale is shifting so they can look at one another better, leaning down to kiss John softly. The older boy a little shocked, but not at all upset as he kisses Gale back. Feeling the blond pull away for a minute, resting their foreheads together softly.

“You do help, more than you realize John. I love you.” Gale whispers, feeling the way John’s face scrunches up with a smile. The crinkles by his eyes showing more, nose raising just a little, before he’s bumping noses with Gale softly. The younger boy smiling as he leans in and kisses John again, both of them sighing softly into the kiss. Gale pulling away after a minute to rinse the conditioner out of John’s hair, bringing the cup up to gently wash it away.

“I love you too Gale…more and more every day.”

[animelovelover123]

DMC Boys During Threesomes

Pairings: Dante, Reboot Dante, Vergil, Reboot Vergil, Nero, and V x Reader

Synopsis: Short snippets of three-ways between you and two of the boys, because why have one man when you can have two?

Sequel here with added Urizen, Credo, Sparda, Nelo Angelo, and Kat.

Trigger Warnings: These stories have the boys focusing on you, and maybe you subscribed to the “it's not gay if it's in a three-way” idea, but just in case, Spardacest warning. There is only one moment when any of the boys show interest in pleasing the other man (I’ll put that part first so you can skip it if you have a problem with it) and another story where… well let’s just say there is a double-ended dildo involved.

Also bondage, edging, overstimulation, implied double penetration, blindfolding, sex toy, collar and leash, a little sacrilegious talk

Nero & Dante

As soon as you start to lose momentum, your legs losing strength and your body growing tired from the rhythmic bouncing, Nero picks up the slack. With his hands on your hips, he holds you up while he thrusts up into you. Or, if he is really feeling it, lifting and lowering you onto him. This meant that the sound of slapping skin and squishing liquid mingled with the three heavy breaths never let up. That’s the one distracting thing though, the third voice. Nero may be engaging with you, not just with his shaft but also with his lips and fingers that just can’t seem to stop marking your perfect skin, but the third person in this ensemble who seemed content to sit back and simply watch.

“You know, this isn't supposed to be a show.” Nero shot over your shoulder at Dante who was sitting in a chair a few feet from the bed you and Nero were on. “Or are you waiting for your Viagra to kick in old man?” He joked despite it being clear that Dante needed no assistance in getting excited. Dante even chuckled at the remark.

“No, I just didn’t want to steal the show from you kid.” Dante teased right back, his hand still slowly stroking his cock to keep it ready but not too stimulated. Getting off alone wouldn’t be much fun now would it? “But I can wait my turn, makes the pay off all the better don’t you think?” Dante leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs a bit more, and shooting you a wink.

“Ya maybe, but the whole point of this was to properly satisfy this little vixen. Right baby?” Nero asked as he gave one of your ass cheeks a solid smack. Nothing that hurt, but the sound was sharp and the jiggle was enough to make Dante groan quietly at the sight. “So come on,” Nero turned his attention back to Dante. He pulled on your upper back to make you lean forward a bit so that your butt stuck out more. Nero then grabbed either cheek and spread them so Dante had a clear view. “Join the party.”

Dante’s eyes scanned over your body as Nero offered it to him and for a second he seemed to consider something. Then his lips twisted up into a mischievous grin.

“You know, you’re right.” Dante stood from the chair, releasing his cock to instead grab the bottle of lube off the bedside table. “But you know, there is still one more problem. Which one do I go for?” Dante asked but before either you or Nero could say anything, Dante grabbed one of Nero’s legs. In one swift motion, Dante yanked on Nero, making Nero fall back onto the bed and you to fall forward over him. With you two in this position, Dante had access to both Nero’s and your back entrances. Dante’s tongue flicked out to lick at his lips. “On second thought, going back and forth might be even better.”

==+==+==

I tried to avoid having the boys focus on each other since it would just turn into a ship fiction and that’s not the point. But I thought of Dante being his usual confident, out-of-pocket self and doing this and I wanted to use it.

Dante & V

“Songbird~” V moaned in your ear, his chest flush against yours while his hips alternated back from sharp thrusts to sensual grinding. His hands held your hips gently. He would usually wrap you in his embrace, but right now another body blocked him.

“Look V, their legs are shaking.” Dante said, his tone a mix of amusement, desire, and sadistic excitement. Dante could feel your legs every movement as you were sat in his lap, your legs spread on either side of his own. Your back was pressed up against his chest, acting as a backboard of sorts to hold you in place while V picked up speed again.

They both fell quiet, watching you intently. They knew your signs, the tells of when you were just about to reach your peak. And just as the rush was about to kick in, everything stopped. No matter how you protested, it went just the same way as it had done the last two times. Dante had his arms wrapped about your middle, holding your arms and hips down, while V pulled out and away. However this time, unlike the first round, it seemed a lot harder for V to will himself away. He was shaking a bit too and his hands clenched and flexed in an attempt to control himself. He was still aroused, painfully so in fact, just like you and Dante. But there was a thrill in that discomfort and a rush of desire when you protested your third denial.

“Alright V, time to trade.” Dante announced, somewhat impatiently as he released you only to flip your quivering body around.

“Of course.” Even though V’s body was just as wound up as yours, he still carried himself with grace. “Come to me, my dear.” V held you a lot gentler than Dante, more like a cradle to his chest rather than a restrictive hold. He did slide his hands down your arms, gently grabbed your wrists, and lifted them to wrap around his neck, creating a closer bond and making it easy for him to grab and hold you back if need be. You could feel his length, just as hard, poking at your back. But that was paid no mind as Dante settled himself between your legs, his own cock standing tall and eager for attention.

“Alright baby, let's take a few deep breaths and then we can go again.” Dante instructed, his hands messaging your tense and strained thigh muscles. “Forth time the charm, right?”

==+==+==

For my friend and editor who wanted some edging. Feel lucky that I used the idea on my two favourite boys to self-insert romance. Tis an honour you know? lol

V & Nero

Nero collapsed against your back, his weight pushing you down onto the mattress that you had been pressed against and crying out in pleasure into, for the last few minutes. His chest heaved as he dragged in desperate breaths, creating an airflow that you could feel through your damp hair. The sudden movement caused his dick to slide out of you, unplugging you so that his third shot of seed dripped out to join the wet patch caused by his last two rounds.

“Well done~” Purred the silky smooth voice of V who was sitting on the edge of the bed. He reached over and ran his fingers through your hair both as a soothing pet and to brush your hair aside so he could look at your face. “How are you feeling my songbird? Tired?” He guessed as he gazed at your expression and how limp your body lay at this point. Suddenly though, Nero stirred.

“So good.” He practically moaned between panting breaths. He began to grind against your ass and his hands ran down your sides. “You feel so fuckin’ good baby.”

“Such an impatient boy.” Teased V, moving his hand away from your head to grab Nero’s shoulder and gently pull to encourage him to move away from you. “But it would be best if we give our beloved a break. We wouldn’t want to completely ravish her, not so quickly at least.” V more so ordered than suggested as he was calm enough to see how exhausted you were, but Nero didn’t listen. All Nero could hear was the hunger inside him demanding that he keep chasing that blissful high of filling you.

“More.” Nero growled as he pushed off the bed so he sat back on his legs. “Just a bit more.” He ignores any gentle protest you try to make as he grabs your hips and lifts them. He then lets go with one hand so he can grab his cock and drag its head up and down your folds, spreading his escaping seed. The sight of you already marked by him making his desire burn hotter. “Come on baby, you can give me another one right? I’ll make you feel soooo good.” Nero stared at your flexing hole as it tensed in anticipation, a part of his brain telling him it was a challenge. However, just as he started to push in, he was suddenly yanked back by the collar around his neck.

“My goodness Nero, I expected you to be better trained than this.” V criticized, though the smile curling his lips showed how he found Nero’s actions more amusing than bothersome, as he tightly gripped the end of the leash line. Nero’s leather collar had a matching leather leash that was wrapped around a ring on the wall above the headboard of the bed. When V pulled back on the other end, it forced Nero closer to the wall and away from you. “You need to learn to restrain that hunger of yours, then maybe we wouldn’t have to tie you up like this.”

“Please, no.” Nero struggled against the collar, though it was imbued with magic so he could not break it even with his demonic strength. Still, his mind was so clouded by lust that he clawed at the collar with one hand and used the other to attempt to grab you and pull you closer. “I need it. I need you baby.” Nero’s words came out almost like demands. They were deep and sharp, and you could see the primal demonic energy reach out a bit through his eyes that started to shine. V could tell that Nero couldn’t be reasoned with anymore, and that also meant that he was easier to set off.

“If you aren’t going to behave, then you’ll just have to be punished.” V’s smile turned mischievous as he hooked the leash to the post at the foot of the bed, meaning Nero was held right up against the wall where the ring was. V then scooped you up into his arms and away from Nero, who growled under his breath as you were taken further out of his reach. V’s hands slowly roamed your body, his touch a lot gentler than Nero’s, almost soothing to your worn muscles, but were also sensual in their caressing and messaging. V turned his head and whispered in your ear loud enough for Nero to hear while his eyes watched for Nero’s reaction. “Let me show you how to properly treat our sweet songbird.”

==+==+==

I don’t know why I am so into ferial beast Nero. Maybe it's how he looks in DMC5, making him more rugged, dirty, and aggressive-looking. It is a nice contrast to V though, imo.

Nero & Vergil

(Here is a link to a video giving examples of BPMs. You might need it for reference.)

Nero could hardly believe it and he was sitting there watching it happen. It was like something out of a porno, but unlike the actors who could only hold that pace for a few seconds, Vergil’s stamina had you breathless for minutes on end. If Nero, with his love for music, had to describe it he would say Vergil was pounding into you at a consistent bpm of 300-500. You didn’t even have the time to cry out or moan, only gasp and squeak between each thrust. It was almost worth the interruption and insults as it boggled Nero’s mind while being undeniably hot watching you barely hold it together. Even with you bent over and gripping a stool, that shook and scrapped against the floor harshly as if it was about to give way under the assault itself, you would not be able to stay on your feet if Vergil wasn’t holding your hips with a grip that would definitely leave small bruises aligned with his fingertips. Your fingers were white with strain in holding the stool, at least when your hand wasn’t smacking the stool in excess stress or reaching back towards Vergil. Your hair and body sook and jiggled harshly, especially when you kept shaking your head as if trying to communicate that it was too much and that you would not last but Vergil did not give you the ability to speak even if you wanted to.

Vergil, for his part was focused in a way Nero had never seen before. The way his lips tightened into a line, his brows knit in consideration, and the glistening sweat sliding down his face was different than his usual stoic demeanour, even when fighting, yet matched him perfectly. Even though this all started with Vergil’s determination to showcase his superiority, instead of looking to Nero to make sure he was watching, Vergil’s focus was on you. And even as he felt his own climax approaching he would not settle for a one-sided satisfaction. He let go of one of your hips to wrap his arm around your upper chest. His arm muscles flex as he pulls you to his chest, his arm acting like a bar that held you in place and took the brunt of your grabbing and clawing at it as your body reacted to the intense stimulation. Your body jerked and spasmed as Vergil ramped up towards 1000 bpm to properly fuck you through your orgasm. He slowed a bit as his own hit before suddenly dropping you. You try to catch yourself on the stool but your legs collapse like paper under you, bringing you to your knees as you cling to the stool to not fully hit the ground. You can feel the last few spurts of Vergil’s cum hit your back, adding to the almost degrading feeling.

“There,” Vergil said, sounding barely out of breath and still completely in control. “You better have learned from this boy.” Vergil said to Nero like a mildly upset teacher. “I hope for their sake,” Vergil motioned towards your limp body desperately dragging in breaths. “you do better next time or I will have to keep giving you this lesson.”

==+==+==

I don’t know why, but the mental image of Vergil fucking to the beat of Spoiler from Cyberpunk 2077 has been in my brain for the last year. Hopefully, it will leave me alone now. I don’t even like OG Vergil! I know Nero was barely part of this but I had to get the image out of my head and there is also something kind of hot about Vergil having to teach his son how to do it right~

Vergil & Dante

“I can’t believe your lack of tact brother.” Vergil sighed in frustration.

“Tackt? The hell do you know about tack in this situation?” Dante rolled his eyes.

The twins were fighting again, like usual. This was a daily occurrence, except usually you weren’t sitting sandwiched between them as they attempted to share you. But you all knew before this started that sharing was never an option, it was a fight over you.

“Have you ever stopped training long enough to even sleep with a girl before, you nerd?” Dante asked as he finally slid his hand out of your top to grab the neckline, intending to properly undo it, but then Vergil suddenly grabbed the other side.

“Unlike you, I don’t need to practice on insignificant fools just to figure out how to please a woman.” Vergil said smugly as he tugged on your shirt collar, signalling that he wanted to undo it.

“Or maybe you just don’t know how to get the stick out of your ass and pick up women!” Dante shouted back, the comment clearly getting on his nerves. As he did though, he yanked on the collar of your shirt, and with Vergil holding the other end firmly and them both having inhuman strength, it caused that article to rip open, which was a similar fate that your pants suffered not long before.

When you flinched at the loud tearing sound and the chill of the air hitting your now-exposed torso, the twins turned their attention to you.

“Are you alright?" Vergil asked, letting go of his half of your ripped shirt to run a hand up your torso, checking for any possible marks their rough treatment might have caused.

“Oops, sorry about that.” Dante said with a chuckle as he tossed his half aside and cuddled a bit closer to your side. “I’ll buy you a new one, promise.” He sealed the promise with a kiss to your cheek.

“With what money?” Vergil scoffed as he lifted your chin a bit to kiss your jaw, refusing to let Dante have anything over him.

“With the money I make from my business.” Dante answered before peppering your neck with kisses.

“The one that hasn’t gotten a job in weeks?” Vergil bites your neck lightly.

“At least I have income!” Dante bit down hard enough to make you jerk and to leave a mark.

“You can barely take care of yourself, how do you expect to care for her?” Vergil made a head gesture towards you while his hand dragged down your stomach and right into your panties. “I know how to treat this angle as she deserve.” Vergil said with a bit more sultry passion, which was aided by how two of his fingers slid between your slick folds. “Isn’t that right love?” Vergil whispers to you as he easily slips his fingers into you.

“And you think I don’t?” Dante shouted back with a sharp glare as he shoved his hand into your underwear as well. “I make her feel like she is in heaven.” Dante turns to you, his scowl softening into a determined and almost pleading look. “Right baby? I make you feel better than anything you could imagine.” He shoves his own pair of fingers into you alongside Vergil’s. With the doubling up the sensation was a bit more intense.

“Love.” Vergil called quietly as he curled his fingers.

“Baby.” Dante called as well as he began to pump his fingers in and out at a steady pace. “I make you feel better than him, right?” This makes Vergil tear his eyes away from you to glare at Dante with enough intensity to strike fear in a mortal man.

“You wanna bet?” He asked, pulling his fingers out of you to grab the belt of his pants.

“You’re damn right I do.” Dante's smile was smug as he also reached for his own belt buckle.

==+==+==

I HAD to have them bicker the whole time, it is like, the law. I picture this taking place when they are DMC3 age. Imagine, instead of fighting and ruining their relationship, the twins banded together to make sure you drown in love and pleasure. Fuckin’ yes please!

OG & Reboot Dante

Dante was so close, yet nowhere near close enough. The older Dante that is. The younger Dante was doing good, his hands pawing and messaging your chest at a satisfying intensity and rhythm while his lips worked up and down the back of your neck. The other Dante, though, was taking his damn sweet time.

He was kneeling between your spread limbs, his hands caressing your legs and hips while his lips trailed along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. He would kiss, nip, suck, and lick his way up towards where you need him most. Then he would go back down towards your knees. You may think he was just a fan of longer foreplay, but if you watch him carefully you can see how pleased with himself he got when you whined and whimpered each time he pulled away from your core, the teasing jerk.

“Dante… more…” You requested, but it was not the older Dante that answered.

“Sure thing baby.” The younger Dante’s soft lips on your neck were replaced with a sharp bite of his teeth. He stopped the messaging of your chest to instead pinch your nipples, giving them a good tug.

“Wait, Dante, stop!” You interject.

“Right, sorry.” The older Dante fully pulled away, sitting back and lifting his hands up. Despite his apology like he had thought that you were talking to him, the smugness of his grin and quirked brow told you that he knew exactly what you had meant. And quickly you were shown that the younger Dante knew too because when you start to complain they both laugh.

It was going to be a long night.

==+==+==

The only reason I have the twins and their Reboot versions working together is so I could make this stupid joke of the Dante’s being little, pleased with themselves shitheads. I love them both. <3

Reboot Dante & Vergil

“Fuck, stop it!” Dante shouted, his body spasming in reaction to the stimuli which only made things worse. “Stop moving!”

“You’re the one who won’t stay still.” Vergil shot back in a tone sharper than he would like. He always did his best to be the more composed of the two, but at this point, he could barely keep his breath steady. And every incessant wiggle, jerk, and fidget Dante made would cause a ripple effect onto, or should I say into, him.

“Can you take this shit out already?” Dante turned his anger, caused by strain and embarrassment, towards you.

You were circling around the two men, gazing down at their glistening backs and watching each muscle twist and roll. You had both their amulets draped around your neck, the obvious reason being to limit their ability to fight back. But it was also a mark asserting your dominance and their places’ as yours. They were both on their knees, respective hands bound behind their backs with a third rope linking them together a foot apart, facing away from each other. Between them, disappearing and appearing at random intervals as Dante kept fidgeting and Vergil did his best to follow the movement to minimize the effect, was a double-ended dildo. Something that they both claimed they wanted away from, not that they could get away with how you had bound their calves to each other’s and the rope tethering their wrist together, yet the way their cocks dripped precum onto the floor told a different story.

“Haven't we had enough?” Vergil added when he noticed your mind had drifted from Dante’s crassly worded request. When you did not answer right away, Dante got more restless.

“God damn it.” Dante began to thrash a bit against his restraint, but soon the jerky motions transitioned into something smoother. “Just… fuck!” Dante’s hips started to unconsciously roll and bounce backward, making the dildo thrust into him.

Dante may not have realized what he was doing, but Vergil certainly did. He tried to hold his breath to stop a moan from slipping out, still trying to deny how good he felt. His body, like Dante’s, betrayed his resolve though as, instead of pulling away from Dante’s thrusts that forced the dildo in and out of them both, Vergil strengthened his stance and held his position.

It takes quite a while, both men being prideful and stubborn, but eventually they break.

“Please, I’m begging you.” Vergil murmurs, cheek pressed to the floor, his usual prim hairstyle flopped over and askew.

“Baby… baby I can’t fuckin’ take it anymore.” Dante’s chest heaved with each breath and drool dripped from the corner of his lip as he looked up at you.

Eventually, you release them, maybe after a bit more begging and them calling you a special title if you feel like it. You untie their legs but not their hands or the rope that links them together. This gives them the space to get the dildo to slide out of them both but not enough to separate so they instead sit back to back with each other on the floor. In the midst of trying to catch their breath though, you call to them.

You sit yourself on a plush chair and finally invite them to you, opening your legs. However, with your positioning and how they are tied together, only one of them would get to have you first. It was a ploy to have them fight a bit. You knew this. They knew this. But they were so on edge from the previous experience that they still fought with all their strength to have the pleasure to get to feel your velvety walls around them first.

==+==+==

I was struggling a bit with forming an idea for this one since I didn’t want it to be just a repeat of OG Dante and Vergil. Then I realized that none of the other parts had YOU being dominant over the boys, so here we are.

Reboot & OG Vergil

You were almost done. It had been 3 agonizing hours but you were almost finished. But why did this guy have to keep talking?

“And I also believe…” The person continued, unaware of your struggle as you sat silently biting your lip and hovering just above your chair just in case.

This was an important meeting and would aid in your collective cause greatly. But it was hard to keep that in mind when at random intervals your specially made undergarments would spring to life, vibrating in either a slow burn or a harsh jolt of sensation. And the worst part was, you didn’t know which of your lovers to shoot a glare or desperate look towards since they both had controllers tucked under the table. Your two Vergils may be different in a lot of ways, but both were masters at poker faces, the younger Vergil’s being a polite smile while the older Vergil’s was bordering on a scowl constantly. So there was no way to tell which of the two suddenly cranked the intensity. They didn’t even seem to notice the way you jolt or the little noises that shot from your lips before you could catch them, unlike the third party who would occasionally glance at you in concern but kept being waved off and told to continue, but you knew better. You have been with them long enough to know that the Vergils were taking a sadistic kind of pleasure in having you at their mercy, making you squirm and turning your body and mind to mush under the on-and-off assault for the past few hours.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the meeting wraps up and the man leaves. As the younger Vergil was seeing them off, the older Vergil watched you carefully. He didn’t say a word, just studied you, the corners of his lips twisted up into the faintest of smiles. Once you both could hear the younger Vergil approaching the meeting room, he stood and approached you.

“Yes, you can head home for today. We will lock up.” You could hear the younger Vergil say to the last of his workers who were hanging around the complex still through the door before he slipped inside with a sigh. “Well that took longer than expected, but this is another step closer to securing our control.” The younger Vergil said as he locked the door. “Now…” He moved to stand on one side of your chair, effectively boxing you in as the older Vergil had positioned himself on your other side. “we can deal with you.” The younger Vergil’s voice dropped a couple of octaves as he gazed down at your slightly trembling form.

“Stand.” The older Vergil ordered, arms crossed as if ready to discipline you if you hesitated.

You slowly brought yourself to your feet, struggling as your legs were tired from flexing in reaction to the sudden burst of vibration and the fact that you spent the last half hour of the meeting hovering an inch above your seat to avoid any attention-grabbing noises. Neither of the Vergil’s helped you up, only waiting patiently while enjoying the blatant effects their medaling has had on your body.

“I must admit, I am impressed.” The older Vergil continued once you were standing. “You held yourself together well, even when that fool kept droning on when he wasn’t asked.”

“And the fact that you put on the lingerie we left for you without even being asked~” The younger Vergil added, scanning your body from head to toe as if he could see your undergarments through your clothing. The lingerie had been left out for you, spread out atop your bed for you with no note. When they did this you knew it was not simply a gift, but an order, so not wearing it was not really an option. Still, the two men were pleased. “I think our dearest deserves a reward.” The younger Vergil hummed as he stepped closer, one hand gliding across your shoulders and moving aside your hair so his hot breath could glide across your neck.

The older Vergil joined in, also stepping closer. His hand started at your middle back and slowly sunk lower. His head leaned in so his lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, “I couldn’t agree more.”

==+==+==

I was originally going for a rich sugar daddy kind of thing where they keep and control you (think Jumin Han from Mystic Messenger) but I worried that that might be a bit much for people. It got diluted into this which isn’t bad, but I feel it is a bit generic. Oh well, still hot though.

Vergil & V

You couldn’t see anything. The silky blindfold wrapped snuggly around your head and the darkness of the night made you completely blind, which both strengthened and discombobulated your other senses. You can reach out for things but you didn’t know where anything was, how close or how far, meaning that if you do finally find something it is sudden and a shock. Worst though was that the things you wanted to touch most would purposely evade your reach. You could hear, but you didn’t. They were circling you, you could feel their eyes on you like a sixth sense, but they were practically silent. If you were lucky you could catch the creek of the floor, but other than that the only time you got to hear them is when they spoke to you or each other. But even then they would go back and forth, still moving, making it hard to nail down their position.

“You are a stunning creature.” Vergil said, his eyes racking over your nude form.

“A beauty that rivals the most awe-inspiring of art pieces.” Came V’s voice as just the tips of someone's fingers glided along your collarbone before disappearing, leaving you wanting for more, just unsure where to reach to get it. “I just want to stare at your visage all day my dearest songbird.”

“Watching can be nice,” Says Vergil as hands grab your shoulders. You might assume Vergil grabbed both, but you were being held by two right hands. Which belonged to which man was unclear. “But isn’t there something alluring about defiling art?” One of the hands, which seemed to come from in front of you, moves up into your hair. The other, coming to your side, wrapped around your neck in a gentle hold. “Perverting it, making it completely our own?”

“To dirty such an immaculate creature such as our love… one could call it a sin.” Both hands on you tighten a bit. Then the hand in your hair starts to pull you forward while the one on your neck slides to your back, between your shoulder blades, and pushes. “But we were never welcome in the pearly gates, were we?”

“How foolish.” Vergil scoffed. The two hands work together to guide you into bending over. “There is no need to concern ourselves with anything outside of this moment.” The tip of something hot, warm, and slick pressed into your cheek. Without your sight, you couldn’t tell whose it was, but if you reach out to grasp it or take it into your mouth you could figure it out. And soon you felt a similar heat nestle itself between your legs, encouraging you to squeeze your tights together around it. “Because there isn’t anything in heaven or hell that can stop us from taking what is ours.”

==+==+==

This was another one I had a bit of trouble with. I came up with the base idea of them blindfolding you and doing the brief touches then disappearing right away, but I couldn’t decide on specifics. Like, are you tied up? Are you being led around the room or are you still? How long? In the end, I am really happy with what I made, though I did not expect to get a little religious there.

(Divider by @frenchkisstheabyss)

I need to practice writing sex scenes. I have told myself this again and again but I always struggle. If you have read a lot of my stuff you may have noticed that I tend to skirt around the actual sex, either writing general bullet points or leading up to it and then skirting around the action itself. This thing is, and I know it is wired, but I can openly be like “ya, Vergil’s DT in DMC5 has a dragon dick” but trying to actually write, in some detail, sex makes me all embarrassed. I can call someone “a dick” jokingly, but trying to say or write “dick” in a sensual sense just makes me… geagehgeshvdggsrshdwit, I can’t take it! I need to get over it though because I have all these spicy ideas and can visualize them but can’t write them down for other people to enjoy. Also, sex is full of repetitive motions and sounds and I don’t know how to make that interesting yet. So I wrote these, hoping that I could write more blatant sex scenes and I still beat around the bush a bit but I think this is better, right?

Also, anyone notice what I did with how I ordered these? We worked real hard on it. ^^

[takataapui]

bog tour - countdown to 1 year of games

T MINUS 1 DAY - decide what I write next!

If you've been seeing my posts so far, you may have noticed I started 16 days before April 1st, but only have 15 games. Well, today is a bit of a mix of things! I'll have an overview of stats, overall reflections on my first year of games, future plans and sneak peaks, and, get this, a poll of some current ideas I have, so you, my lovely blog readers can decide what game I write next, so stay tuned till the end of the post for that!

Stats

Gross revenue: $545.38USD Payments: 152 Views: 6,568 Downloads: 1,304 Itch followers: 1,304 8 of my 15 games are wetland themed!

Reflections

Gosh, where do I even start! I think one of the best things this little venture into ttrpg design has given me is community! From the unofficial Wanderhome discord server giving me my very first foray into ttrpg content with prompts for playbooks aaaages ago, to joining KiwiRPG, Aotearoa's collective of ttrpg designers, to the Creekside Community Center, which is the full of the most lovely welcoming cool people (I mostly lurk but when I do post, everyone is so kind?!), to my little tumblr ttrpg design circle. People being excited about my games with me is delightful!!!

I could mention boring things like formatting, layout, graphic design, font, software, art, and more, but eh.

Instead I'll mention the sheer innovation present in indie ttrpgs. I've seen some of the most creative, genius, well-crafted content in my entire life within indie ttrpgs spaces, and sometimes they have 2 comments and have the worst formatting you've ever seen, or are just on a google doc.

Instead I'll mention that way that the community enfolds beginners and people who need assurance.

The themes that I've explored in my ttrpg design, many of which I am not yet ready to explore directly, instead needing the distance but also closeness of the lense of ttrpgs.

Community is such a key part of ttrpg design, at least to me, and I feel so held by these communities. Thank you to every person who's interacted with my games, whether by playing, rbing, liking, or even just looking at them. If you've left a review, or a comment, or an emoji reaction on a discord promo message I wrote, ngā mihi nunui.

I hope, in the next year, I can make more games about being Māori. About being takatāpui. About being queer. About hope. About determination. About endurance. About love. About community care. And yes, about wetlands.

Future plans/sneak peaks

I've got two games in progress right now! One is Star Waka, a game about Māori spaceship crews. I have previously posted some small snippets, but have decided to start fresh so no sneak peaks of that besides what the playbooks will (likely, maybe) be:

Ringatoi - the Artist

Rangatira - the Chief

Kaikaranga - the Caller

Kairarangā - the Weaver

Kaumatua - the Elder

Tohunga - the Expert

Rangatahi - the Youth

Kaitiaki - the Guardian

As well, I've got a whole game finished, which I'll be releasing... tomorrow, on my 1 year anniversary! Here's a sneak peak:

What should I write next?

Thank you if you've made it through these bog tour posts, or even if you've come straight to this poll, thanks too! So, here goes, which should I write next?

[scuttlingcrab]

Severed Bonds

Summary: Taking place after Johanna Hezenkoss’ untimely demise, the failed Lich begrudgingly helps Emmrich through a panic attack when he returns from Tearstone Island, without Rook, his infuriating paramour. Johanna may despise the decrepit professor, but they’re friends after all, until the end.

Little snippet below, the rest can be found on AO3!

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The last thing Johanna Hezenkoss remembered before her world plunged into utter darkness was that skeletal atrocity. Volkarin’s toe-curling pet project, spirit of curiosity turned vassal to the most namby-pamby Necromancer in Nevarra. It was so painfully conspicuous he put more dedication and commitment into constructing that creature than his own endeavours. Perhaps even more effort than maintaining their failed friendship. Nearly a decade of ‘overseeing it’ and that’s all he had to show for himself? Such expertise dissipated in a shoddy act of affection. 

And to what purpose, exactly? Did Johanna even need to ask? Unequivocally for more attention, more acclaim, more eyes thrust upon him. As if Volkarin didn’t have enough of that already. Always a sucker for the spotlight, unable to resist even a backhanded compliment, like a Magistar to blood magic. 

In retrospect, perhaps Johanna shouldn’t have been so loquacious during her grand creation’s debut, or spent so long relishing in the look of dread on Volkarin’s decrepit face when his powers proved useless. Something she had hankered for since their youth. Otherwise she would’ve spotted his servant skittering towards her and instantaneously crushed it like the irksome insect it was, stopping it from ever foiling her plans. 

She had been completely engrossed in Volkarin’s desolation, and rightly so, how she missed seeing him in such a state. And how delicious it was, mocking him endlessly, pushing all those broken buttons just to provoke him, edging him closer towards self destruction. He‘d have to face those infantile fears of death sooner or later, Lichdom be damned. She’d be the one to show Volkarin what it truly meant to be afraid. To suffer as she did. 

“I suppose it’s only in our nature as mortals to have forebodings about passing on. Of the unknown. Whether there is much to be found beyond the Fade or not, all the theories and speculations in this world could do nothing to ease the mind.” Volkarin once confessed, whilst hiding behind a book, as he so often did when opening up to anyone. “I hope I can prevail over this… frailty some day.” 

“Whatever helps you lull yourself to sleep at night, Volkarin. Expiring is beneath me.”

“Don’t be so naive, Johanna.”

“I have loftier ambitions. Let it come for me. I’ll be waiting, ready to defy mortality itself.”

Emmrich’s grip on the book tightened as he looked up, his expression growing more grave while he studied her. 

“You would consider Lichdom?”

“Consider it? Ha! I’ve already initiated the groundwork. Best shake a leg, Volkarin – else I'll beat you to it. And whatever will you do then? Will you be content with playing second fiddle to my success when I achieve the impossible?” 

Johanna barked a bitter laugh as the memory faded, at what could’ve been brought to fruition had she successfully coaxed Volkarin into espousing her practices. They would’ve abandoned the Mourn Watch conjointly, and finally, he would’ve seen the world for what it truly was: putrescent, pathetic, and pregnable. 

Only silence greeted Johanna, the blackness still surrounding her as she floated in emptiness. She attempted to wiggle a toe, a finger, to turn her head, but found no accompanying sensations – there was quite possibly not even a body left in which to experience them anymore. What was this current state of being then? Surely her spirit would’ve been released into the Fade by now? If there was truly nothing left of her old form? Or was this worse, the abyss itself? It couldn’t be. No. There were voices, whispers, coming from somewhere, just out of reach. Behind, above, below. All encompassing. The muffled murmurs grew louder as a ray of light poked through the black curtain. And then another, more, soon blinding her completely. 

“... there, something in…”

“...totally devoured, she…”

“...must prepare the w…”

A thick shadow came into view, towering ominously over Johanna. The form took the shape of a person, a silhouette with broad shoulders, yet she could discern no face as her vision restored itself, just a floating pile of tattered dusty robes and gold…

“HEZENKOSS.” Its voice rumbled. 

“Vorgoth.” Johanna hissed back. 

The ghastly figure tilted its hood down at her. Vorgoth had no physical body save for inky swirling mist, which vexed her still after all these years. She stared back with all the fury she could gather, attempting to meet their nonexistent gaze. 

“I will end yo…” Johanna began, but Vorgoth raised their hand. A flash of necrotic energy poured from their fingertips as she once again vanished into nothingness. 

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Johanna stood corrected. 

She would’ve preferred the abyss to this agony, even with the possibility of the Forgotten Ones lurking in the obscurity, she’d have found solace in the expanse of the void. Besides, there was more than enough time for her to figure out some sort of solution, an escape, with eternity at her fingertips anything was feasible. Defeat was one thing, penitence another, but having to spend the remaining days of her existence bound under the supervision of a Watcher, let alone Emmrich Volkarin himself, was enough to wholly end her. 

When Volkarin first removed the wards that obstructed all manner of sight and sound, revealing only his priggish face in front of her, she roared. In fact, Johanna hollered so ferociously she shattered all the vases and glasses and vials within her proximity in that gaudy laboratory of his. Which to her delight had been a substantial amount. 

Volkarin jumped back in alarm, but quickly contained the outburst. He sealed her in a dome of silence as she continued to rage, throwing out every possible obscenity known to mortal man and all the while, Volkarin stared back at her with that damning look of commiseration. The same way he’d gape at abominations found in the Necropolis or whilst speaking to ill-fated corpses about practically anything. Johanna needed no pity! Least of all from the man who was the source of all her misfortunes. The gall!

He muttered something under his breath as he flicked his wrists about, amending the destruction in a matter of seconds. 

“Haven't you inflicted enough damage already, Johanna?” He said coolly, moving about the room to double-check his handiwork. “We’ll talk properly once you’ve regained your composure. I’ll not allow you to disturb my companions or continue making a spectacle of yourself.”

“Don’t you dare walk away from me, Volkarin!” She shouted after him, but it was no use, he had already moved on, ambling out of the room. 

For days Johanna watched Volkarin come and go from his quarters, evidently unaffected by her presence. He had positioned her skull behind his desk, for reasons unknown, and at the start of every morning he’d pull up a chair, sitting directly in front of her. He’d then go on to release the ward silencing her tongue, staring anticipatively.

“Shall we begin conversing civilly?” He asked, clasping his hands and resting them patiently on his lap, his posture prim and proper, per usual . If Johanna still had her hands, she would’ve shown Volkarin not one, but two impudent digits at this absurd request. Before she could even curse his name and all he stood for, he silenced her again, sighing and rising slowly, as he continued with his busy work.

It wasn’t until the fifth day that Johanna decided to concede to his demands.

“Let’s get this over with.” Johanna eventually groused.

Volkarin raised a singular eyebrow, cocking his head as he observed her from his seat. 

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[childotkw]

Hi! I'm a fan of your Lucemond content and I'm finally brave enough to ask about your "Dichotomy of Loyalty" AU (that is if you're okay with answering). What exactly happens during Lucerys's abduction / forced familial reunion? Your post says that the house is ransacked, Laenor is gone, and there's a black car outside. What goes on during Lucerys's last minutes of freedom before he is brought back into the family?

Does he attempt to call the police and find a hiding place? Does Aemond pop out like Michael Myers if he's inside the house or does he force his way in? If Laenor has a weapon someplace (despite wanting a normal life, the man has to be aware that he's a fugitive in the mafia underworld now and needs to have a just-in-case weapon handy), does Lucerys try to reach it? Or does Lucerys arm himself with a knife and a near reenactment of what happened years before take place between him and Aemond?

I'm sorry to force this on you, but this time placement in your AU is probably the most suspenseful and action-packed scene. Would it be alright if I ask more questions I have on this AU or do you want your focus on your other writings? Thank you so much for sharing your creations!

Hello, darling! Thank you for your message 💕

Lucerys was actually meant to be at their home when it got raided. They’d been watching and following him for weeks before they made their move, learning his habits and schedules and confirming that he was actually their Lucerys.

Normally, Lucerys would have finished work early on Fridays, but something came up and he had to stay back - which wasn’t uncommon but it hadn’t happened since the Targaryen’s had begun their reconnaissance. So they raided the house, expecting both, but it was only Laenor there at the time. They took him and threw him in the second car, then settled in to wait.

Lucerys came home, and when he found the house wrecked he immediately tried to phone Laenor, and then the police. Before the call went through, he was grabbed from behind - but Lucerys, despite being small and looking soft, did know some self-defence. His elbow slammed into the guy’s face, and the second he was released he bolted.

Unfortunately though, Lucerys couldn’t outrun the men sent to retrieve him. He was subdued, knocked out, and whisked away.

Aemond was, in an impressive show of restraint on his part, not actually part of the retrieval team. Everyone, including him, knew that if he had been there, there was the chance that he’d be too emotional and things might go wrong. Instead, he was waiting at the main house for the men to return.

When they did rock up with an unconscious Lucerys something loosened inside Aemond, because they had suspected that Lucerys had no memories of them or their family, but not everything about his nephew was lost. There was still that savagery in his blood, the savagery that sang out to Aemond, evident in the bruise forming on one guard’s cheekbone, the deep scratches on another’s arms, and the scuffed clothes and cut eyebrow of the other.

And feel free to ask me whatever you like! I don’t always write snippets, but who knows - something you ask may kick my brain into gear!

[indiaalphawhiskey]

⚡️Something New Snippet

If one absolutely had to wake up, Louis reasoned, it might as well be to…

He paused, taking a subtle whiff.

…Freshly scrambled eggs, he realized, delighted. (Wait, he had eggs? Fresh ones? In his apartment?)

He frowned thoughtfully only for a roguish smile to take over immediately after.

Clearly, whatever Omega he had picked up and brought to bed last night had a great time.

It was an uncharacteristically caddish thought and had Louis been fully awake, he would have, at least, had the decency to be embarrassed by it. But, he was only human, and really wasn’t his best or most progressive self this early in the morning. Right now, all he could process was the immense pride his Alpha felt at satisfying last night’s (admittedly strangely elusive) conquest to the point of having earned breakfast, and that very same Alpha’s need to bask in his victory lap for as long as he could before his one night stand made his inevitable exit. (Romantic.)

And so, he blinked his eyes open, and where his next thought really should have been ‘Why the hell am I sleeping on my couch?’, instead it was simply…

Legs.

For.

Fucking.

Days.

They were smooth, and lean, and perfectly toned, the sinewy muscles flexing and releasing with each minute step to-and-fro as their owner fussed over the stovetop expertly. More importantly though, they were the kind of legs Louis was utterly convinced he would remember – rather vividly, in fact – had they ever been wrapped around him and/or worn as a hat (‘And’, preferably).

It was disconcerting that he had to exert any such effort in searching his memory at all, actually.

Easily top three, he thought to himself, allowing his awed gaze to ascend, slowly, appreciatively, and ever-so-slightly disrespectfully. Of my life, he amended, feeling as though he at least owed this person his full honesty, seeing as it seemed his manners were nowhere to be found.

“You’re awake.”

Two simple words, and yet the lilting voice that carried them was entirely sobering and really all Louis needed to piece yesterday’s events together, his earlier sleep-addled memory making a rather impressive comeback, just in time to save him from humiliating himself, any further. Almost involuntarily, his eyes averted themselves, choosing to stay glued to the bottom cabinet just to the left of Harry’s (apparently glorious) bare thighs.

“You can cook,” is what his mouth managed in response because, despite the already painfully long boot-up time, Louis still wasn’t fully in-charge of all his faculties. At least he had the audacity to seek eye contact. It felt decidedly less creepy.

Harry smirked as he turned back to the stove, moving the pan back and forth before reaching for something to his left.

It was nothing but a quick blink-and-you-missed-it bend, but it was just far enough for the familiar silk boxers he was wearing (Louis’) to ride upwards, which in turn had Louis regressing straight back into the gawking knothead he was not five minutes ago.

“Contents of your cupboards notwithstanding.”

[anonymous-rendezvous]

He Comforts You - Ike 💙

Ike Eveland x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S 👿.

✧ — Comfort & Care Masterlist | 💙 You comfort him

✦ — Contains: Established Relationship, fluff, & comfort

✧ — Word count: 446 | Ao3

Snippets of time showing how you and your partner care for each other.

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If you could only choose one word to describe how you were feeling after your day at work, it would be 'done'. Not only had your boss called out today, but they had also left you with the amount of work that would normally need three people to complete. Which meant you had to stay long after your shift had already ended. And you wouldn't even be paid more for it. You'd quit in a heartbeat if you could afford it.

You were all but stumbling as you entered your home. The door shutting behind you with a little more force than intended as you leaned your weight back against it. You don’t even have the energy to lean down to properly remove your shoes; toeing them off and leaving them haphazardly in front of the door. However, you don’t get even two steps further into the house before Ike emerges from the hallway. His expression softens at the sight of you, giving you a sincere smile. “Welcome home, darling.” You return his smile, albeit yours being a tired one.

He’s by your side in no time, taking your hand in his. The novelist starts leading you down the hallway and before you can even ask where you're going; he pushes the bathroom door open. The soothing smell of eucalyptus and spearmint fill the room thanks to the candles he’d lit beforehand; giving the room a soft glow. The tub was filled, and you eyed it longingly, no doubt that the water was still warm. Your attention is drawn back to your loving boyfriend as a hand lightly rests on the small of your back, the warmth radiating through your clothes “Come on darling, let's get you in, shall we?” His hand glides up to help slip off your jacket. “I have the kettle on if you want a cup of tea while you soak.”

“Ike you didn’t have to do all this–”

He silences you with a gentle peck to your lips, “You’ve had such a rough day hun, just let me treat you.” He helps remove the rest of your clothes before helping you into the tub. As you sink further into the warm water, you can’t help but release a sigh of contentment. He chuckles affectionately, kneeling beside the tub so he can brush aside a few stray strands of hair before placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll be back with your tea in a moment. Take as long in the tub as you need.”

Just before he leaves the room, you call out to him. He pauses with a questioning hum. “Thank you, Ike. I seriously appreciate it.”

“Of course, my dear.”

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[lycanlupins]

Second Chances - Jason Todd x Original Female Character

AN: this was a passion project while i was at a very low point mentally and couldn’t churn out my roy fic or any content honestly. I’m getting better and getting back in the swing of things and just wanted to give y’all a snippet of what I’ve been writing behind the scenes as a way to vent! ♥️ pls enjoy

CONTENT WARNINGS: This fic will contain; Referenced CSA, Referenced SA, Referenced Drug Use and Alcohol Use, Explicit Sexual Content, Physical Mental and Emotional Abuse, and will add more tags as needed! Please read at your own risk, I will add content warnings at each chapter beginning ♥️

In case you’d like a link to the AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60590161/chapters/154698973

The Iceberg Lounge buzzed with the usual clientele, a mix of Gotham's elite and the city's underbelly mingling in a symphony of whispered conversations and clinking glasses. Jason Todd, ever the observer, scanned the room, his sharp gaze honed by years of living on the edge. His head hung low low, obscuring his features. His eyes sharp, restless, betrayed a simmering tension beneath the surface. He'd come to the Iceberg Lounge seeking a diversion, a break from the endless cycle of violence that consumed his life. He found himself drawn to a woman seated at a table in the corner, her back to him.

She was a vision of elegance amidst the opulence of the lounge. Her dark curls cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face that held the allure of mystery. Her tanned skin and captivating brown eyes, full of warmth and just a hint of sadness, held Jason's gaze. Something about her, a quiet strength that resonated with his own hardened spirit, captivated him.

He moved through the crowd with an effortless grace that belied the chaos within him, his steps measured, deliberate. As he neared her table, he caught a glimpse of her profile, the delicate curve of her jawline, the way her lips moved as she spoke, and a wave of something unfamiliar washed over him. It wasn't just attraction, though that was undoubtedly present; it was a sense of intrigue, a yearning to unravel the secrets hidden beneath her enigmatic facade.

"May I?" he asked, gesturing to the seat opposite her. His voice, a low rumble, carried a hint of a northern accent, a remnant of his former life before the darkness claimed him.

She turned, her eyes meeting his with a spark of curiosity. Her lips curled into a slight smile, a delicate twist of amusement that sent a shiver down Jason's spine.

"You're Jason Todd, aren’t you?" she asked, her voice low and melodic.

He nodded, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "And you are?"

"Marcy," she replied, extending a hand towards him.

He took it, her touch sending a jolt through him. Her fingers were cool, yet strong, and he held them a moment longer than necessary, reluctant to release the connection.

"You know a lot about me, Marcy," he said, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

"Gotham is a small city, Jason," she replied, a knowing glint in her eye. "Word travels fast."

"Tell me, what words have you been hearing about me?" he questioned, his interest piqued. He couldn't shake the feeling that she was more than just a casual observer. Her presence exuded an air of confidence, a certain knowledge of the city's dark underbelly that intrigued him.

"Let's just say I have my ways around Gotham’s elite," she said, her eyes meeting his with a hint of challenge.

"And you do it with such elegance," he murmured, his gaze lingering on her face.

She chuckled, a low, melodious sound that sent a thrill through him. "I make do with what I have."

They fell into a comfortable silence, the sound of the lounge's chatter providing a backdrop to their unspoken exchange. Jason felt a strange sense of ease with her, as though their lives had somehow intersected before, despite the fact that they were strangers. He couldn't help but wonder what drew her to the Iceberg Lounge, a place frequented by the city's most notorious figures.

"You're not exactly a regular here," he commented, breaking the silence.

Marcy's smile faded, replaced by a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Neither are you."

"No," he admitted, "but I'm drawn to the darkness."

"And I, to the light," she countered, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"That's a curious thing to say for someone who frequents a place like this," he noted, raising an eyebrow.

"I find beauty in the unexpected," she replied, leaning back in her chair, her gaze meeting his. "Perhaps I'm searching for a glimmer of hope in a city that seems to revel in its darkness."

He couldn't help but be drawn to her honesty, her willingness to reveal a vulnerability beneath her enigmatic facade. It was a side of her he hadn't expected, but it only deepened his fascination.

"I think I understand," he said, his voice softer now. "But be careful, Marcy. The darkness has a way of clinging to you."

Her lips curved into a smile, but this time, there was no hint of amusement.

"I know," she said, her voice laced with a quiet strength. "But it doesn't have to consume you."

Their conversation continued, weaving through the intricacies of Gotham's underbelly and their own personal histories. Marcy was surprisingly knowledgeable about the city's criminal underworld, her insights sharper and more nuanced than anyone he'd met before. He felt a growing sense of respect for her, not just for her intelligence and wit, but for the resilience that radiated from her being. He couldn't shake the feeling that she held a secret, a hidden depth that hinted at a past filled with trials and triumphs.

The music shifted, a haunting melody that seemed to echo the darkness that clung to Gotham's heart. Marcy rose to her feet, a graceful movement that defied the gravity of her emotions.

"I should go," she said, her voice a whisper against the throbbing pulse of the music.

"Wait," he said, his voice urgent. He didn't want this encounter to end, not yet. He had a sudden and powerful urge to know more about her, to uncover the mystery that lay beneath her captivating exterior.

"You're curious," she observed, a hint of amusement playing at the corner of her lips.

He nodded, unable to deny the truth. "More than curious."

"I'm not easy to unravel, Jason," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of warning. "But if you're willing to take the risk, I might just let you in."

The night was young, and the city held countless dangers, but Jason knew he had to find a way to see her again. There was something about Marcy, an untamed spirit that mirrored his own, that promised a connection he desperately craved. As he watched her walk away, a flicker of hope ignited within him. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was a chance for a glimmer of light in the darkness of his life.

[i-am-still-bb]

Fast Car - December 2009 - The Breaking

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A/N: I have an multi-chapter outline that will cover the story from November 2009 (the boys' senior year very shortly after Fili discovers the physical abuse) through to December 2010 or so. It will absorb any snippets/ficlets/etc. that I have written that occur during this time frame.

This is not going to be a nice story. I mean... if you've been following along you know how this ends and we have to get from October 2009 to the end. I will put in fluff, support, and connection.

To write the "After" I really need to know how and why the Before becomes the Before so that I can bring them back together in a realistic and sensitive way.

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This is just a part of that first chapter. I am plugging away on. I've done a lot, if not all of the research.

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Warnings: mental health, emotional abuse, interpersonal conflict between our beloved boys

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Fili’s normally contagious grin was wide when they were released from homeroom. He stretched luxuriously and leaned backwards over the top of the blue plastic chair to look at Kili who sat behind him in nearly every class that they had together. 

Kili busied himself with shoving his notebook back in his backpack and then straightening the backpack’s chaotic contents. That classroom was loud as everyone bustled with the energy of pre-Christmas and the start of winter break season. 

“What’s up?” Fili asked, sitting up and turning to look at Kili more fully. “You’ve been a little weird all day.”

“Have not.”

“Kili…”

Kili was saved from having to answer because Emily bounced up and started talking about something or other. Kili did not really listen. He didn’t want to go home, but being here… wasn’t great either. He just wanted to be alone where no one could see him. He just wanted… He wanted to be anywhere but here. He wanted to be miles away. Away from all of this. He wanted…

He felt the bubble of loudness rise in his chest again, pushing to the surface, like it had been doing since Sunday. The sounds of the classroom faded away. He didn’t even really notice as his classmates trooped past their way past him on their way out of the building to two weeks of freedom. He pinched the soft skin on the underside of his wrist. His body jolted in response to the pain. But the panic stopped rising. He tightened his grip, the panic and thoughts receding as the pain increased. He stayed like that, only releasing his fingers when he felt like he wasn’t about to explode in some sort of way. The voice, his father’s voice that had been at the center of that loudness fell away abruptly.

Kili took a breath, as deep as his tense body would allow. 

“Kili?

“What?” Kili looked up. Fili was standing at the front of the row of desks with a furrow between his eyebrows. 

“You coming?” 

“Yeah. I just couldn’t find my phone for a minute there,” Kili lied. He reached into the side pocket of his bag and pulled out the phone, as evidence.

“Okay. Do you need anything from your locker or are you good?”

“I have everything.” Kili stands and slings his backpack over one shoulder. 

“Cool.” They walked side by side down the halls that were getting steadily emptier. “I forget, do you have work today?”

Kili shook his head. “No. I will work all day tomorrow though.”

“On a Saturday?” Fili’s voice was filled with disgust.

Kili shrugged half-heartedly.

“Want to come over today then?”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I just can’t.”

“Kili…” Fili stopped walking and grabbed Kili’s arm to stop him too. He looked down the hall to see if they’d be overheard. “If your dad is—”

“No!” Kili pulled his arm from Fili’s hand.

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Dave was sitting at the kitchen table under the yellow light bulb in its dusty shade. Some papers were spread in front of him, a football game on the television (visible from where Dave was sitting), volume turned up to be heard in the dining room, and a half empty green bottle at his hand.

Kili looked down at the paper in his hand and swallowed. He felt like he had fallen down and had the air knocked out of him. 

“What do you want,” Dave said without looking up.

Kili swallowed.

“I…” his voice trailed off. He had practiced this in the mirror on the back of his bedroom door. He had tried rehearsing his father’s reactions… but now he had nothing.

“Well?”

Kili looked past the table into the kitchen where, when he was little, his mother would already be prepping stuff for Thanksgiving. The only nod towards the holiday now was the store-bought pumpkin pie and canned whipped cream that were on the top shelf of the fridge. They had been invited over to one of his dad’s co-worker’s houses for the holiday. 

“If you’re just going to stand there then you can go away.”

Kili pulled himself back. And steeled himself. College. Getting out. That’s what this was about.

“I’ve been filling out college applications.”

“Uh huh.”

“And I was doing some research about paying—”

“Good. Because if I have to pay then you’re not going.”

Kili’s fingers tightened on the paper he’d printed out. The sting of tears made him want to scream. Tears would just make this whole thing worse. He dug a fingernail into the pad of another finger, the sting of physical pain pulling him away from the tears and helplessness.

“I’m applying for scholarships at the schools and stuff. And from other places too. I just wrote an essay about why I want to study biology and what I want to do with that degree and where I see myself in 10 years…” He could see his dad not paying attention. “And I’m saving the money from my job.”

Dave grunted.

“There’s also this thing called FAFSA. You fill it out and they send information to the schools and the schools use that to decide if you need financial aid and how much. And sometimes the government gives you some as well.”

“Loans? You know how I feel about those.”

“No,” Kili said, too quickly. “A lot of them are just scholarships or grants. You get the money and never have to pay it back. If the scholarships and grants don’t cover it all then they offer loans.”

“What sort of information does the FAP-thing need?”

Kili then held out the sheet of computer printer paper. It was a little crumpled on the edges from his nervous fingers. “Tax stuff. It has to be done every year.”

“Every year?” 

“Yeah,” Kili said quietly. He felt the little hope he’d had for compliance slipping a bit.

“I’ll have to think about it.”

“Okay.” Kili turned to leave. 

“Actually,” the word was punctuated by the glass bottle being set back down.

Kili turned back around. His hand gripping the door frame.

“I’ll fill out whatever little fucking boxes they ask me to, IF—”

Kili’s stomach sank. He stared at his hand clutching the dark wooden trim. His knuckles were white. Everything narrowed to just that room. Everything hung on Dave’s next words.

“I’ll sign IF you stop spending so much time with that _______ Fili.”

Kili would rather have been slapped. He would rather his father punch him, shove him, beat him, anything but that. 

“You can go.”

Kili fled to his room on numb feet.

—

“My dad hasn’t done anything!” Kili snapped. “I’ve been busy. And I have work to do.”

“I know you, Kili. Something’s up.”

“Screw you, Fili,” Kili burst. Anything to push Fili away, to keep him safe, to keep them safe, to keep his Dream safe. “I’m fine! Nothing’s wrong!”

Fili’s eyes were sad. “I’ll be here when you want to talk.”

Snapping, “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“I’ll text you later,” Fili said. “Good luck with the work you have to do.”

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TBC - I already have more of this written; its not not complete in terms of scenes. There are brackets.

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[chiefbeifongcanrailme]

💃🏻me when you feed us the best oc ever

🕺made whom i in love with (zekou)

💀me when we

🩻 don’t have food

🦿🦿(just anything that includes him)

You guys are so cute for feeding me with all this love for my OC. You truly have no idea how much that means to me.

Here's a little snippet from chapter 12: (I promise I'll be posting that by the end of this year💚)

The imagery of Zekou's large hand on her thigh, bunching that short, slitted cheongsam Lin was wearing was still fresh. Even the memories of Lin in her pretty Gaoling-made cheongsams from back in the day were still vivid in Tenzin's mind. His eyes glazed over that portion of her thigh as they sat. It was a comfortable silence within the hoots and howls coming from Bumi and Zekou in the distance.

"That's a good color on you," he said finally.

"Orange? Because they match your nomad curtains?" she replied.

Tenzin chuckled lightly. The whiskey had surely aided in loosening him up. "No, I mean, you- you wearing something that isn't your uniform. Going out with your boyfriend and his friends at night instead of paperwork, or-or-or- just being this laid back and relaxed—"

Lin exhaled loudly, and Tenzin understood it was her way to cut him off. He was an expert at Lin- he was privy to every sound, movement and nuance she made.

"Sorry, you don't want to hear it."

The metalbender gave him a nod.

"It almost seems like you changed overnight."

Lin turned to him. "I've been changing over past few years. You've only paid attention to it overnight."

"Yeah? What else have I missed?"

He was smiling now, she noticed. As high strung as Lin too could be, she could easily sense how languid his demeanor was. Shared traits always recognized each other. That firewhiskey worked like magic.

"Well, I think you're all caught up now."

"What made you want to improve your ways?" he asked, a cheeky grin on his face.

Lin returned it with a smirk. Tenzin had all but coaxed her to meditate, to loosen herself up. To have a social life, or spirituality, or even just talking to him to let it all out. The ails of the body could be worked out in a sparring match, but the plagues of the mind needed release too.

But that fight was in the past. At least that was why they were both smiling.

"Zekou, actually. He's a happy person. His life has been just about as tedious as mine, if not more, but somehow he came out of it like that," she said, gesturing over to where her boyfriend stood tall before plunging into the water again.

Tenzin looked over too as she continued. "Irritated, I asked him what he could be happy about after all those terrible things happened. And then I realized even if he told me what made him happy, I still wouldn't know how to be happy. So we worked on it. Together."

"So you’re happy now,"

"Yes. And now I have a good balance between myself and... Chief Beifong."

"So, you- Lin and Chief Beifong are two different people you keep compartmentalized?"

"Yeah. I try and keep those two lives separate so I can give myself to them fully."

Tenzin drew his eyebrows together, feigning suspicion for Lin. "I thought Chief Beifong was a part of you."

He was quoting her verbatim from all those years ago. And even though it was a major point of contention, Tenzin was forced to agree with her. Those lives couldn't be separate because she was one person with multiple facets. She wasn't meant to be some caricature. She couldn't sign away her life to become the Mother of the Air Nation. His own mother frowned upon that. She had to be herself, and everything she was and ever would be.

"I was wrong about that," she said nonchalantly.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Hi BPP,

I really enjoy your blog and your level-headedness when it comes to everything surrounding BTS and Jikook. You often post really good takes and answer asks quite comprehensively.

Which is why I'm sending my ask to you regarding that short clip of Jikook at the airport during the baghug.

First off: Jimin seemed to really need that hug, it seems, because he (a) seemed a bit subdued during the walking-in part and (b) ge literally barrelled into Jungkook. There was impact made even tho JK was barely bothered. Maybe that interpretation of desperation instead of affection is what makes me a bit sad about my observation.

That JK did indeed remove Jimin. It's not like similar situations when JK was still a teen - it was rather gentle. From another angle, it looked like Jikook both moved at the same time after that talk with their bodyguard. A simple "okay, now it's time for travel business" motion.

I don't even know why this makes me think so much? Why I circle back to the fact that it wasn't entirely wanted which is apso not true, since JK was going along for the majority of the clip. Even swaying. Especially when we know Jikook are just as close as they've always been. I don't think the physical separation during their individual album releases hurt them, they're too good of friends for that. There are bonds in your life, nothing but an actual intense disagreement can ruin. And didn't we still get Kookie flirting with Jimin, and Jimin joining his golden concert?

I think, whatever they're up to in Tokyo, it will give them a lot of time to spend together. Off-line. Recuperating.

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I read somewhere that In The Soop was kind of conceptualised to counteract a drifting apart of the members during the pandemic. Maybe Jikook and Hybe came to the conclusion, that with their schedules being what they are, producing a show would be the perfect cover-up for spending time together with the added benefit of having enlistment content. If that's the case, it makes it doubly...interesting let's say, that it's not all four or just the Maknaes or any other combination going places. That no other member has been mentioned in connection to this.

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Ask 2:

Idk if this will make sense, I'm the somewhat insecure ask from a few hours ago. Panicking about that dumb airport clip.

Well. I'm not anymore.

Because Jikook are allegedly headed to Sapporo (spelling might be wrong, sorry). The more we learn - even in snippets - about this trip, the more fuzzy my heart feels. Happy, even.

They went to Tokyo as close as they could probably manage to their last trip there, aka the GCF Tokyo anniversary. That last time was a "REAL LOVE" declaration during a time neither were in a really good place. Tokyo was an escape removed from the worries of their life and fame. A snow globe of happiness, you can shake every time your demons get to you. A gift from one person seeing the one always taking care of them falling apart, and deciding to take the weight of their shoulders. It's so fucking beautiful.

And now, after a year of emotional turmoil with their hyungs enlisting, of the physical separation that releasing two incredibly important albums brings, of duties and barely any breaks. Now they go back to Tokyo and Japan just before they have to enlist.

None of this is a coincidence.

To add to that Sapporo. Where it's snowing now. The implications for Jikook are big. We know Jimin loves snow, that JK knows that as much as we do, that watching the first snow together is a superstition for Korean couples. And now Jikook are there, in the first major Japanese city legalising same sex marriage - the city of love. While JK wore a rLOVElution hoodie, a line being dedicated to lgbtqia+ acceptance, just like during his NY outing with Jimin.

I could criticise everyone villifying their bond here, but now I don't want to anymore. Just look at what Jimin and Jungkook get to experience, even if only for a little time, and tell me that it's not the most beautiful thing.

The person having "please love me" tattooed on his body and the person singing "just let me love you". Serendipity and Euphoria. Black and White. Sun and Moon. Poets would weep cause they couldn't write a love this beautiful.

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Anon,

After you sent in the first ask I started drafting my reply to you (pasted below the asterisk) but left the draft unfinished because I had life to attend to. Then you sent in the second ask, and what you've said in this second ask is so beautiful, I don't want to ruin it with my pontificating. So I'll leave my draft unfinished (I think you eventually answer in the 2nd ask what you're asking in the 1st).

Regardless of anything, jikook have a real connection, a real relationship, and a real history. What exactly that looks like I don't know, but I do know whatever it is, it's real.

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Draft:

“I read somewhere that In The Soop was kind of conceptualised to counteract a drifting apart of the members during the pandemic. Maybe Jikook and Hybe came to the conclusion, that with their schedules being what they are, producing a show would be the perfect cover-up for spending time together with the added benefit of having enlistment content.”

Let's not dismiss this right away, because there’s a possibility you're right and this could be true. But I don't see any of this, in my opinion. I don't think this Japan trip is arranged by the company because they're drifting apart, though I agree it's being made for content to keep parts of the fandom engaged. My counterpoint to that though is that if BigHit really was making this just for greenbacks, it would've made more sense for this to be a taekook trip and not jikook - given taekookers are the largest and oldest shippers in the fandom, and this would've been an easy way for BigHit to capitalize on the recent bromance we've seen from them in chapter 2. But it's jikook, and there could be many reasons for why, maybe sometime down the road Tae joins them or we get a similar show with him, but right now, with everything that's led up to now, the easiest explanation for why jikook are going on this trip is because they want to.

And that's good enough for me.

[hederasgarden]

Hey bestie! ❤️ We need more sierra six x dom - i've recently rewatched the gray man and your fics ignited the fire even more, especially the dom one...so good! 🤌🤌 (dont feel pressured tho, only if you feel like writing)❤️

So happy you liked it!

I am working on part 2 as we speak. Please enjoy this little snippet.

Warnings for D/s dynamics, submission, kneeling and subspace. Mild sexual content. 18+ only.

Masterlist ♡ The Grey Man Masterlist

“Open your mouth,” Six says, reaching into the bowl of fruit. The blackberry looks tiny between his thick fingers. They're warm and dry as they slip past your lips to deposit the berry on your tongue. “Chew,” he says, withdrawing.

The berry is ripe enough that it melts in your mouth, sweet and tart. You sigh at the taste and rub your cheek against his thigh.

“You’re going to eat this whole bowl for me,” he says and you respond with a soft, yes sir.

He feeds you each piece of fruit by hand, peppering in praise for how well you’re doing and offering you a sip of water now and then. More than the fruit you love the feel of his fingers in your mouth, their heavy warmth, and the hint of salt on his skin. You think about having something else there. Another way you might make him happy and help yourself relax. The image has you pressing your thighs together and your heart racing.

With each soft word of encouragement and the building heat in your belly, you grow a little bolder. The next time he deposits a piece of strawberry in your mouth you close your lips around his fingers before he can withdraw. You suck on them, tongue curling around his thumb with a low moan.

Six inhales sharply, a ripple of something passing over his normally blank face. It’s only a moment but it’s enough to embolden you further. You lift your head and grasp his wrist, repeating the action with your tongue. He stares at you for a long moment, breathing shallowly. The hand you place on his upper thigh seems to snap him out of it. His jaw flexes and he pulls his fingers from your mouth.

“Sir….I’m sorry.” You draw back embarrassed, but he’s quick, leaning forward to grasp your jaw firmly. His face is impassive once more and when he speaks his voice is calm and measured.

"This is not why we’re here today,” he reminds you. Even though you want to look away from his intense gaze, you know you’re not supposed to do so you force yourself to keep looking.

He releases you and leans back, shifting in the chair before relaxing again. "Now, put your head back where it belongs," he says, picking up the bowl again.