#i will stop being good at sleeping compared to him BECAUSE he has confidence in me

[july-19th-club]

hate when i'm having insomnia and i cant point to the exact reason . which to be fair is a problem i have elsewhere but i want to be able to pin down a specific thing i did and go welp won't do that again and then the problem would stop . but instead i do everything 'right' according to what has worked perfectly every single night for a month . and then it doesn't work for some bullshit reason .

[ldh0000]

ᡣ 𐭩 nct dream and their kinks .ᐟ

❪ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ❫ 𝒩 𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 . it took me longer than expected cuz 1. it was bothering me that i couldn't find a good picture to put in here, but it's okay... i guess we're all used to it and 2. i was playing with my bestie... yeah, sue me... but now we are here!!

MARK .ᐟ

DRY HUMPING › baby gets so confident when you beg to hump him. poor you, so aroused that you only need to grind him to cum? he's definitely helping you out. lets you do whatever you need until you reach your pleasure. or else he's just flipping you and grinding you ass until the both of you cum.

THIGH RIDING › he knows how much you love his thighs and he knows how to use it against you! it's not an uncommon thing to see him strolling around the house wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. when he decides to play lower, he just hits you with a combo: fat thighs, hard cock and boxers. loves when you lose control and push him to the sofa, so you can ride his thighs.

PORN › let's say it has turned a couple activity after you caught him watching. you watch it only to discover new things to test in sex.

PRAISE › so proud of himself when he listens your breathy praises between moans and whimpers. mark is your good boy, always ready to show you how well he can finger you, eat you out or fuck you.

FACE SITTING › he loves eating you out, this might be his favourite activity. and it gets even better when you ask to sit on his face. you bring him to heaven. as soon as you whimper and spasm, releasing your juices straight to his mouth, he can feel himself cumming untouched.

RENJUN .ᐟ

SENSORY DEPRIVATION › absolutely loves when you tie him and use his body as you please. you can clearly see his teary eyes caused by overstimulation.

CUM PLAY › cums all over your body, he says it is to claim you as his. loves cumming on your boobs and spreads all over you chest. the sight gets even better when you collect his cum in your fingers and brings it to your mouth.

POWER PLAY › immediately aroused when you order him around. loves when you're in control and even begs you to go harder on him. will happily accept anything you give him, even if you leave him high and dry.

NIPPLE PLAY › well, you can say your boobs have a devotee. does anything to have the bare minimum physical contact with them. just loves to play with your nipples! rubbing the tip of his cock on them, pinching, biting or suckling on them. and absolutely loves when you let him sleep sucking on your nipples.

JENO .ᐟ

DADDY KINK › loves being your daddy. loves having you as his little girl. helplessly calling him your “daddy”, in a plea for him to stop the stimulation.

OVERSTIMULATION › the best sight jeno could've ever had is your whimpering form, spasming on the bed, drooling, completely fucked out by his fingers or toungue. the more you beg him to stop, the more he wants to push your limits.

SIZE KINK › it's something that clicks like a key in his head when he realises how small you are next to him. by seeing you wearing his clothes, comparing the size of your hands or when you're sat on his lap and hiding your face on his chest. something tells him he can split you in half... and he'd love that.

BELLY BULGE KINK › he's big and he knows it. loves how petite you are and how his dick can barely fit inside you. rather fuck you in missionary, because he can see the outline of his cock appearing in your belly. loses his shit when you press there and beg him to go easy on you.

CREAMPIE › he can do this all day. watch his cum leaking out of your holes. he always push it inside you again with his fingers, but when he does it with his cock, you know he's gonna fuck you again.

HAECHAN .ᐟ

BREAST PLAY › this man is a boob lover! actually pretty much like his fella. every chance he has, he takes it! and uses any excuse to have your boobs in his mouth. angry? sad? really really happy? your boobs will solve everything! oh and he'll definitely have his hands on your chest, kneading your boobs when you're just chilling on bed or the couch and he's the type of boyfriend who can only sleep well if sucking on your boobs.

ORAL FIXATION › whenever he's bored, he's going to you and will spread your legs so he can eat you out. and he'll do it no matter what you're doing, as long as you're at home. or else when he realises is more comfortable, for both of you, he'll just suck on your boobs.

DIRTY TALK › he's the best when it comes to talk dirty, it's his favourite foreplay. he likes to see how needy he can have you without even touch you.

ROLEPLAY › you're still new at it, mainly because you're all shy to roleplaying. the first time you tried it was intentional. well, at least for you. he was sick and you were acting like his personal nurse — or good girlfriend — but his pervert mind brought him to places... he got aroused just by seeing you all careful toward him and, obviously let you know that. since that day, you only try this fantasy, but he's more than willing to introduce some new ones.

MIRROR SEX › loves seeing you cockdrunk and wants you to see it too. wants you to see how pretty you are with your mouth open, drooling all over his fingers, red, puffy and teary eyes. it's your best sight for him.

POWER PLAY › he's your slut. accepts anything you offer him and loves when you degrade and humiliate him, even better if you do it in public, he can cream his pants. any form of degradation is more than welcomed. other kinks along with this one are spit kink, edging, degradation, impact play (specially on his face), humiliation and bondage.

JAEMIN .ᐟ

PRAISE › giving or receiving. jaemin is more verbal, loves talking, even in sex, and it includes praising you and your actions, just like he does everyday. also loves hearing you say how well he's doing you, between soft sighs. well, the moment he realise you can't even say a complete sentence, he knows he's doing well.

BREEDING KINK › jaemin has born to be a father! every time he cums inside, he stays a little more, just to make sure this time he can impregnate you. and when he pulls out and see his cum leaking, he pushes it again inside you with his fingers, to make sure none of his seed go to waste.

DOLLIFICATION › jaemin loves dolling you up. he makes you even prettier. styles your hair, do your makeup and buys you the prettiest and most delicate lingeries in every color. his fun is to see you all fucked up after sex.

THROAT FUCKING › after your ass, your mouth is jaemin's favourite hole to fuck and he loves to see you struggling to take him whole in your mouth. likes to see your tears. how you get even prettier when you're crying because of how hard he's fucking your throat. he may be into dacryphilia.

SPIT KINK › he has something for messy sex. likes to see you sweaty, with his cum spread all over your face, chest, tummy or thighs. loves to see you dumb because of how good he has fucked you, with your mouth open, drooling, he can't help but spit on your mouth, and you better swallow.

RECORDING › that's def his favourite part. he bought a camera just for this. loves to see you falling apart on his cock. loves to record how submissive you are to him. and he's absolutely jerking off watching it later.

MARKING › you are his and he can do whatever he wants to you. he's not the jealous type, but wants people to know you are his, just like he is completely yours. he has zero problem in go out in public wearing a tank top, showing all the maks you've gave him.

CHENLE .ᐟ

EXHIBITIONISM › unlike some people think, chenle is not that much of a jealous boyfriend. like, he can share you, the only condition is to not touch you. he couldn't care less about fucking you in public and fucks you even harder when caught by someone. he likes the idea of people watching you falling apart on his cock, watching how dumb you get because of how good he's making you feel.

FOREPLAY › he's a foreplay lover. likes to tease you before actually fucking you. his pleasure is to see his pretty girl all needy. and when you beg him to use you as his please... damn, you want him dead. the sight he loves the most is when you're tied up and he plays with ice on your body. loves to see you weak, begging for him, whimpering and even crying when he hasn't done nothing else than ice play and dirty talk.

MANHANDLING › he's stronger than you and you love it. he uses you like his sex doll and you couldn't like it other way. you look so helpless, so fragile. chenle can't wait to devour you.

SENSORY DEPRIVATION › he loves when you decide to tie him up and blindfold him. gets all submissive when is your turn to play with him.

JISUNG .ᐟ

SIZE KINK › didn't know he had this kink until he realised how petite you are and how fragile you look. you easily sleep on top of him. his hands engulf yours so easily. and when they are wrapped around his cock... or his fingers in your mouth. shit, you're so smaller than him, he can easily lift you with one arm and fuck you.

BELLY BULGE KINK › whenever he can see the outline of his cock in your belly... boy gets so energetic. it's like a button! he gets so proud of you. point it out to you and touches it, pressing his palm right where his cock appear and this act alone make your eyes roll.

VOYEURISM › look... it's not like he likes to watch other people. he likes to watch you. he can easily cum untouched just by seeing you get off. but he gets so impatient when you take too long to cum. he needs to taste you.

CLOTHED SEX › usually when you're in public. there's something else when you beg to hump him, it's just so good. he likes the way you get so weak just by feeling his erection on you, when he's slightly “thrusting” between your legs, feeling your panties grow wetter and wetter.

SEXTING › when you did it for the first time, he was with the boys and got all red and shy. but, as the time passes by, he learned how to do it properly, without any single trait of embarrassment. he learned it makes your sex even more intense, since you're building up the tension. and it's definitely a must, since both of you has enough energy to fuck for a whole week.

CHOKING › your pretty little hand around his thick neck? he loses it! or when you're on top of him, taking control, talking dirty to him and you slip your hand around his neck... damn, he cums on the spot.

[vbecker10]

Language (Part 5)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 6

Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: Captain Rogers thinks you curse far too much at work so he came up with a way for each word to cost you fifty cents no matter where you are in the Tower. You are desperate for it to stop and go to Loki to see if he has a spell or trick that can help you outsmart J.A.R.V.I.S.

Warnings: swearing lol... obviously?

You groan and open your eyes to the sound of your phone alarm. The sun has just started to rise, but you need to go home and get ready for work.

"Please turn that off," Loki mumbles against your back.

"I'm sorry," you whisper and let go of his hand, freeing yourself from his embrace. You turn off your alarm and sit up, yawning.

"It's too early," he says, still half asleep. Eyes closed, his hand finds your waist and he gently pulls you back towards his body.

"I have to go home," you tell him but make you no attempt to pull away again.

"No," he says simply, his arm holding you in place.

"No?" you giggle at his unwillingness to let go of you. "I need to shower and get changed. I'm still wearing my clothes from yesterday."

"I have a fully functioning shower," Loki mumbles and you can hear the sarcasm in his voice despite him being so close to falling asleep. His legs intertwine with your legs and his hand holds yours as you both easily settle into the comfortable position he held you in all night. The God of Mischief adds, "And I am perfectly capable of conjuring clothing for you."

"I don't have a toothbrush or anything," you tell him, enjoying the feeling of Loki trying to keep you from leaving.

"Y/N, I can summon anything you need," he reminds you gently.

"I guess that's a good point," you say, having already made up your mind that you aren't going home before work.

"Please stay," he whispers close to your ear.

You smile and squeeze his hand, "Okay."

"Go back to sleep," Loki says softly and you nod, closing your eyes.

You take a sip of your coffee as you sit on Loki's couch, your eyes follow him as he paces and talks excitedly. You can't help but smile at how confident he looks compared to last night.

"That might actually work," you say when Loki finished explaining his plan.

He chuckles and sits next to you, "Of course it will work. Why do you seem so surprised?"

"If I say it's because your other ideas didn't go so well, are you going to turn me into a frog?" you joke as he drinks his coffee

"You are utterly obsessed with the idea of being turned into a frog," he rolls his eyes but his smile remains.

"No, I'm concerned that it's a very real possibility," you explain. "I've never been friends with anyone who could do that."

"Ah, I see you are assuming we are friends now," he says a bit sarcastically.

"We're not?" you ask him, unsure what you and Loki are to each other after last night.

"Do you want to be friends?" he wonders, setting his mug on the coffee table.

"What are my other options? " you shrug, hoping he will give you some hint as to what answer he is looking for.

Before he can respond, there is a loud knock on his door. He sighs deeply and rubs his temples then looks at you, "That will be Thor." He notices the confused look on your face and smiles, "There are only two people who have ever bothered me when I am in my apartment and one of them is already in here."

You giggle nervously, "That's fair. Guess the plan starts now?"

He smirks and nods, "Are you ready? I promise I won't turn you into a frog."

Steve and Natasha sit at the far end of the table reviewing the agenda for the morning briefing. Tony, Bruce and Clint stand near the window placing bets on how much money you will be fined today for your swearing. The discussions are suddenly silenced when Thor slams open the door to the conference room. Everyone quickly turns to face him in surprise.

"Woah! Calm down point break, no need to break down the door. There are plenty of donuts for everyone," Tony gestures to the box on the table.

"I don't think that's the issue," Bruce says when Thor takes a step to the side to reveal that Loki and you are behind him. You look down at the ground and fidget with your fingers while Loki glares at his brother.

"What's going on?" Steve asks, standing with his hands resting on the table.

"Thor is overreacting to a simple deal I have made with Y/N," Loki says calmly and you nod.

"She made a deal with you?" Tony asks. "What, was the devil busy?"

"That almost hurt Stark," Loki smirks.

"What did you do to her?" Clint asks, obviously very concerned for your wellbeing.

"Y/N came to me last night after the Captain enforced his new policy regarding her swearing," he explains.

"Seriously Y/N, you thought Loki would help you?" Clint asks you.

You nod.

"I did help her," Loki answers for you. "There is no need for this concern you all share. Y/N is fine."

"Why doesn't she tell us she's fine herself?" Natasha crosses her arms over her chest.

Loki looks at you then back at the team as they gather closer around you both, "She cannot."

"Why not?" Natasha uncrosses her arms slowly and looks at you with growing concern.

Thor answers before Loki can, "He took her voice."

"What?!" Clint, Tony and Steve all shout at once.

Loki smiles, "Don't worry, I'm keeping it somewhere safe." He holds out his hand and a small glass vial appears, a light gray cloud swirls around inside of it. The God of Mischief places it on the conference table in front of you as you rub your throat slowly.

"Absolutely not! Give Y/N her voice back, Ursula," Tony orders.

"How dare you. I am not some common sea witch," Loki glares at him, clearly offended.

"You understood that reference?" Steve asks.

"I read," Loki rolls his eyes. "Besides, I cannot do that. We made a deal, Y/N and I made a perfectly reasonable trade."

"What could you possibly trade for your voice?" Clint asks you but you can only shrug in response.

"That is between Y/N and myself," Loki answers for you.

"I can't believe this is happening," Bruce takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose.

Loki sighs, "There is no need to worry. If Y/N asks, I will be more than happy to reverse the deal."

"How is she supposed to ask? You took her damn voice," Natasha points out.

"She can write," Loki says as if the answer was obvious.

You smile at everyone and give them two thumbs up as enthusiastically as you can.

"You must certainly are not fine," Steve insists. "I can't believe you would do this to get around J.A.R.V.I.S."

"This has gone on long enough," Thor says as he takes a few steps forward and picks up the glass vial.

"Be careful with that brother," Loki warns him and takes a step forward. You shake your head and bite your lip nervously. "This is not like the magic of Stark's fairy tale. If you break that, Y/N's voice will not be released to her, it will simply cease to exist."

"You have got to be kidding me," Tony says, rubbing his temples.

"Give it back to me," Loki says sternly, holding his hand out towards Thor.

"Don't mess with that big guy," Bruce says, his eyes on the vial in Thor's hand.

You watch anxiously when Thor pulls away from his younger brother. "Remove the spell from Y/N," the God of Thunder demands.

"To do that I will need the vial," Loki counters and takes another step forward, closing the distance between them. Loki reaches for it but Thor pulls his hand away, holding it just out of reach.

If you weren't so concerned about the safety of the vial, you might be able to appreciate how much they simply look like bickering brothers and not two Gods arguing over your voice.

Tony steps in, "Thor, give it back to the sea witch."

Loki glares at Tony, "I do not have the patience for you today tin man."

He looks back at Thor and without a word, he flicks his wrist, sending his seidr towards his brother. The green cloud surrounds his hand in an attempt to pull the vial free but Thor clenches his hand and pulls violently against Loki's magic.

"Stop!" Natasha yells.

Your eyes go wide and you cover your mouth with both hands as the vial slips free from Thor's grasp. Loki's seidr doesn't react fast enough and the small glass vial falls to the floor at the older Asgardian's feet, shattering into pieces.

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Austin Butler x WoC Reader (but no discerption)

reader has a ah ha moment during first time with certain things in her mouth..

warnings: smut

note: I was half sleep and this idea would not leave me and this is short and written quickly so hope yalls enjoy! No proof read 😭 this feels so un done but 🤷🏽‍♀️

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You’re not experienced with this, none of this actually. Austin was patient, when you revealed to him you were a virgin he was surprised especially because of your age, as all people were when you choose to share that with someone. It wasn’t something you advertised on your forehead, but it wasn’t something you were ashamed of you either. 

The first time you had sex or done anything sexual it was with Austin. The most beautiful smart notoriously shy but surprisingly bold and flirtatious Austin Butler. 

You remember feeling him through his pants as he rutted him to your stomach one night, it was the first time you had ever felt a cock and though you couldn’t speak from experience Austin seemed to be on the larger size, you were so overwhelmed with his size it didn’t happen that night. 

The next night though Austin made sure he went out of his way to make you relaxed as possible realizing that letting it be spur of the moment like you had asked, wouldn’t work. You were too anxious about somehow being bad at it which Austin didn’t understand because outside of actually having not having sex you were the most sensual women he knew. 

Austin knew you’d be a great lover, you’d had too many intimate moments together that were so sensual and deeply connecting for it not to be the best sex for both of you, even if you didn’t have anything to compare it to Austin would make sure there wouldn’t ever be a doubt in your mind about not having other partners. He’d ruin you for all others.

But Austin knew it would take you being very relaxed for this to work, he’d seen the fear clear on your face the first time you seen him in all his glory. You’d been adamant it wouldn’t fit. He had to hold back his chuckle not wanting to give you the wrong idea that he was laughing at you but Austin just knew if anyone was meant to take him it was you, you were meant for him. He took so much extra time with you that first night, working you up into a ocean of pleasure from foreplay to his plush mouth eating that sweet pussy before he could even think of fucking you open on his cock.

He freed you in a way that you never felt comfortable allowing a man to do and you had been insatiable ever since also driven by your comfort with Austin.

So to say you were so engrossed in your task at hand -trying to get as much cock into your mouth that you could- even to the point where you had hummed absentmindedly from your own pleasure that you didn’t hear him was an understatement. 

His instructions had stopped minutes ago but his groans and praises hadn’t. When your eyes reach up to his stormy blue ones after a good while of him talking you through it, is when you realize he spoke to you again. 

your curious eyes search his looking for a hint of what he may have said before but all you see is unrestrained pleasure staring back. 

You’re not sure why it comes to mind but it finally clicks when his eye focus for a moment on you. He can’t help but think you look so pretty taking his cock into your wet mouth. A few tears slipping from your pretty eyes. 

But Austin also see the moment it clicks for you. That’s what causes your full lips to smirk as they’re stretched around his thick cock. It’s uncomfortable for you, almost painful especially since you’ve never done this before but you enjoy doing this to Austin, you enjoy pleasing him this way. Even on your knees you feel confident at the vocal praises and noise that he rewards you  with as he towers above you. 

Austin focuses back on the moment. His mind catching up with that fact that you know. He shouldn’t be surprised you’re such a quick learner but he didn’t want to cum just yet he wanted to enjoy this longer but he sees you won’t be allowing this to play out that way, not when you finally feel like the one in control.

You do it again. What he had just told you not to do and his hips buck forward as he groans. 

He hadn’t said why not to and maybe it had to do with his ego but the thought that you have never done this before and Austin was going to cum faster then any woman had ever made him cum before using their mouth had him wanting to prove himself, that he could last longer. Hell he was the one who was supposed to be teaching you. And fuck if he didn’t feel like the student right now while your eyes of mischief and glee stared up at him. 

You pull back and his hands rush to your head needing to push you back down on his cock that you’re not able to take all of just yet though his sweet girl was trying her best. He doesn’t use a lot of force more trying to guide you since this is your first time so you’re able to keep your head where you want it, your tongue flicks the super sensitive spot under the head of his cock, he hisses shit deeply from his chest that’s raising quicker as you taste the pre cum trickles onto your tongue as a sweet for-warning of what’s to come.

He knows you know that he knows what coming next and as he looks down at you with needy but stern eyes he can’t get his words out fast enough to tell you not to be a brat and make him cum down your throat, not yet at least. 

But much to Austin displeasure about his own self control he isn’t fast enough. Both of your soft hands wrap around his spit covered cock and work him as your mouth sucks his tip, your tongue swirling and flicking the tip before you hum, long and loud. 

Your hmmmmmmmmm is heard loudly along with Austin’s curses and panting and the sound of a wet sucking in the otherwise quiet hotel room. You tryin to stop your eyes from rolling back because you’re just so turned on.

Austin’s hips jerk forward into your mouth trying to chase the feeling, trying to get the focus off his tip and drive his thick veiny cock deep into your mouth but with your hands wrapped around him firmly he doesn’t make it further then you allow.  

He groans and moans loudly as his warm milky seed fills your mouth. 

Your eyes fill slightly with surprise at the feeling before they turn into ones of pure pleasure. You continue to suck and hum as you swallow very drop of him that fills your pretty little warm mouth. 

Austin groans out a raspy “fuck baby” his fingers tightly griping the root of your hair to hold you place as you finally take the rest of what you can fit into your mouth, your tongue focusing on the few prominent veins. 

Though he looks down at you with love and admiration, he knows it’s also time to teach you what happens when you behave like brat and for the countless time that night Austin’s stomach flips with excitement at not only being able to have you in this way but to have the honor of being the one to teach you all the ways your body can feel pleasure.

[forcedagere]

I personally really like the idea of Bill x Reader x Ford. This one kinda ties into my previous post, but it’s not required reading. I suppose this would be an AU where Ford accepted Bill’s offer during Weirdmaggedon, or something else went wrong resulting in Bill staying in power :)

Contents: forced age regression, yandere, implied mental manipulation

Whereas Bill is far from the best caretaker (though he tries, in his own way), Ford takes care to create a semblance of structure in your life. He doesn’t have tons of practical experience with children or little ones such as you, but he makes up for it with dedication. He takes to caring for you as if it were a newly discovered, fascinating field of study. In other words… He reads many, many books, and tries all kinds of things to figure out what you like best.

Ford is not entirely fond of the kind of dynamic you have with Bill. It's not because he doesn't want to be referred to with parental terms, that's simply a matter of preference, but that he insists on you being friends above anything else. Considering the dynamics at play here, Ford cannot help but view it…

"As simply pedagogically irresponsible, Bill." The triangle in question rolls his eye. "Oh, boohoo! Fancy McFancypants over here knows what’s up!” Bill glances at you from the corner of his eye. Seeing you crack a smile while you’re sketching away with your crayons, he’s encouraged. “You read one book on how to raise a kid, and now you wanna tell me what to do? Get lost. Kid, c'mon, prove him wrong-- I'm your favourite, right?" You look up from your latest piece of art. You are drawing all three of you, in fact. You're usually deaf to their arguments, it's such a constant that you've grown used to the noise and stopped viewing it as a threat. (Your daddy calls it 'bickering'; Billy, when daddy isn't listening, calls it 'flirting'. That makes you giggle.) But you don't like getting involved in it yourself! So you firmly shake your head, and drop the pacifier attached to your necklace to speak. "No favourites… I love you both," you say with the confidence only someone as little as you could have. Billy's eyelid flutters, and your daddy smiles.

To put it simply, Bill is the ‘fun, rule-breaking parent’ and Ford is… A little less that. One should not take Bill Cipher as the benchmark of taking good care of a human, though.

Ford will make sure your meals are more varied than the endless stream of candy that Bill feeds you, and get you tucked in for sleep at regular times, too. Compared to Bill, who enjoys playing games with you and ‘roughhousing’, Ford prefers calmer activities. He’s definitely up for the occasional board game, but, most of the time, he’ll read to you, make drawings upon requests (or give you lessons!), or toy around with science experiments safe for someone who gets the urge to put anything that looks interesting inside their mouth.

He might’ve taken you for an adventure or two outside, but… The world hasn’t been the same since Bill got his hands all over it. He may be technically immortal now. You decidedly are not, as far as he knows. Either way, he doubts that Bill would let you out of this room to begin with. He doesn’t have to ask to be able to know that. If there is any reason he would keep someone locked up the way he does with you, it must be because you have some form of special connection to him. Ford does not believe he would risk that.

Really, Ford isn’t stupid or blind. It’s not that he’s going along with all of this because he is ignorant of Bill’s manipulation of your mental state. Bill can call it a ‘nudge in the right direction’ all he wants. He’s keeping you regressed. But everything has changed. He has changed, and Ford doesn’t know if he made the right decision. He fears he hasn’t. (Somewhere out there, in an alternate universe, a Stanford must live who made a difference decision. Ford hopes he’s happy.)

Spending time in this little contained room, with something dependent on him and eager to be looked after by him, who doesn’t know better and never will… It’s not good, it’s the very definition of selfish, but it’s comforting to him. Grounding, in a sense. With an eternity of time left ahead of him and the foundations of his previous life all but crumbled, he has something steady to return to. It doesn’t matter how much he rationalizes it. It’s twisted and fucked up, plain and simple.

…He supposes he can understand why Bill finds him so amusing, even now.

A little whimper snaps him from the spiral of his thoughts. Your bottle is empty. He should get youa refill, then pull you back on his lap.

[msnanu]

Libertine 05 | JJK

Libertines put value on physical pleasures, meaning those experienced through the senses.

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⏤summary ❧ He has a reputation for being the most promiscuous man on campus, and you, well, you are basically him in women’s pants. It will be the very first time that Jungkook is faced with someone who is gonna make him question his feelings and actions.

⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❧ f*boy jungkook x f*girl female reader

⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 ❧ some fluff, smut, mild angst, teasing and lots of sexual tension.

⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ❧ mature language, NSFW🔞

❧ banner by: @dojakoo ❧

Jungkook was lying on the couch in his house while looking at the ceiling. It was extremely plausible to say that his Sunday was being a bore compared to his last two days of the week.

His friends weren't planning to leave the house, you weren’t there for him to distract himself, and Seulgi was ignoring his calls. It was a horrible Sunday.

Despite the inertia that Jungkook's body was in, his head felt like a deep well, running at the speed of light.

All his thoughts, or most of them, were on you. He was trying to understand what was going on in your head, and of course, he was failing miserably.

There were no explanations for your actions, he could never know what your next move would be. He couldn’t quite understand how you had sex with one of his friends and then kissed him as if nothing had happened.

Funny thing tho, he has done the same thing various times, sleeping with a girl and then moving on to her best friend, and even worse. He had once slept with the sister of a previous hook up, both within the same week. But he was never the one in this position, it was as if the roles had been reversed. It was weird as fuck and Jungkook hated the feeling of not knowing what to do.

If only he knew how you felt about him, maybe he'd know better how to deal with you.

Jungkook thought you were considerate of him, even if minimally. But he also thought you purposely tortured him because you hated guys like him – which wasn’t too far away from the truth. For Jungkook, it was an unanswered puzzle. 

That introspective moment was making him rethink his attitude to Jimin. If you were doing all this just for the sake of your fun, there was no reason for him to take it personally. It was always a problem for him when he got carried away by the judgment of his own dick.

It was new for him to feel that kind of feeling. It wasn't really remorse, but it was a feeling that he could have looked at things differently. This had never happened. Most of the time Jungkook thought he was right and went on living.

He felt weird.

His thoughts then returned to you. Jungkook remembered the girl talking about classical literature in his car. She was a nice girl, a nice person to be friends with, but not something he was used to doing. He fucked and left.

He didn't even know if you would want to be friends with him, but he preferred to ignore any and all possibility of getting closer to you than usual.

The rest of his day was like that: complete boredom, and the certainty that this week he would resolve his "situation" with you. Whether it's finally going to bed with you or ending that chase for good.

On Monday morning Jungkook didn't have his first class, but he was determined to find you. So, he woke up early and, as confident as ever, headed off to college. People had already seen him walking down those halls anyway, it wouldn't make a difference.

Luckily for him, he saw you heading towards the Classical Literature corridors. He hurried to stop you on the way and spare himself any more stares from your fellow humanities.

“Hey!” He yelled, trying to reach you.

You turned to him with a frown. He found it amazing how carefree you always looked.

“Are you lost?” You asked, convinced.

“I don't think so. I think I'm really where I'm supposed to be.”

You chuckled. “God. You’re impossible.”

Jungkook couldn’t help to smile at you, he realized that you had enjoyed seeing him there. Maybe just like him, you liked to feel like you'd gotten attention. If you really liked the attention, Jungkook knew he was on the right track.

“What class do you have now?”

“Latin Literature.” You said looking at him curiously, sounding a little weirded out with that random question. Since when does he care what class do you have?

“Skip it.”

You smiled at the nonsense he had just said, causing him again to smile too.

“What makes you think I would do that?”

This time, it was a different kind of flirtation. Anyone who passed by you could feel the tension involved, but both of you preferred to believe that this conversation was just an exchange of information.

“Well, you're still here, talking to me, aren't you?”

He said smugly while he observed attentively how you bite your lip and take a deep breath.

“Come on, Y/N. Trust me.”

When Jungkook said your name, he noticed that you felt different. As if something had awakened in you. Your posture had softened, and your eyes were steadily staring into his. You were actually considering it. That had to be a win for Jungkook. Finally.

“Fine. Where are you gonna take me?” You asked in defeat while keeping your eyes locked.

“Where do you wanna go?”

It wasn't the best answer he could come up with.

“Surprise me.” You grinned, extremely aware of your own potential.

Jungkook returned the smile and allowed you to lead the way. On the way to the parking lot, several eyes turned to you. He swore to hear people commenting on the two of you but considered himself a little paranoid. It was indeed a crooked path. 

Not that he didn't like being seen with a pretty girl, but you were different, smart, you were sure to use that against him at some point.

You walked ahead of him, making your scent leave trails behind. Jungkook was having a hard time there.

The ride in the car was silent. Jungkook didn't dare bring up any subject, didn't want anything you said to be another reason for him to think about the night. Meanwhile, his eyes flickered between the street and the girl next to him. You seemed to be too entertained with the view of the city to start any kind of conversation.

Jungkook found himself staring at your uncovered thighs for several moments. The dress you wore was short and sleeveless, leaving your entire cleavage and legs bare. The feeling running through his head was pure anticipation.

Taking you to his house would be too obvious on his part, so he thought of a place he could take you without seeming absurd and you both could be finally alone.

“Did you just take me to a library?” You said in disbelief when you saw him parking.

He laughed. He recognized it sounded ridiculous at first, but he knew the potential of that place.

“Looks like someone doesn't know how to wait for surprises.”

You got out of the car, still looking confused.

“I skip college and you bring me to a place with more books? What kind of fun is this?”

“Shall we?” Jungkook said, ignoring your little complaints. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he found you cute with that confused look all over your face.

As the two of you walked inside the library, you were surprised by a female voice that seemed shocked by Jungkook's presence there. The woman walked towards you and hugged him.

“Jungkook? How long have I not seen you?”

The woman was older, had a tired posture, and on her face was a huge smile.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, looking over the woman's shoulder at you. You looked scared.

“You can't just disappear like that.”

Gradually your features became friendly. You looked at the two in front of you with a slight smile on your face. It was unusual for you to see Jungkook being dear and kind, and he knew that was weird for you.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Yoon.” He tried to justify but the woman interrupted him.

“Don't give me excuses, start showing up more. How is your father?”

With that question, Jungkook broke the hug. You noticed how quickly his smile dropped but you weren’t going to comment on that. It’s none of your business.

It was a complicated relationship, and Jungkook definitely didn't want to discuss it in front of you or anyone to be honest.

“He is fine. I haven't seen him in a while too.” He said hoping she would wrap up the matter.

“When you see him, tell him I sent my regards.”

“Of course…”  He took a deep breath as he stumbled over his own words. “Could you, eh... give me the key to the back room?”

“Sure.” The woman turned to the key ring, and when she came back, she watched you up and down.

“Oh dear, I’m so sorry, how rude of me, I didn’t see you there. You must be his girlfriend?”

Jungkook felt he could die of embarrassment at any moment. Gradually he was already regretting bringing you there. You both exchanged glances and he could see that you were enjoying the situation. You were standing in front of the woman, waiting for Jungkook to answer the question for you.

Oh God, this was so much fun for you, it’s amazing how much a single word can make Jungkook blush. Free entertainment for your eyes.

“S-she’s not. S-she is… She’s a friend of mine.” Jungkook hated himself for stuttering and even more he hated how amused you seemed to be while observing how nervous he suddenly got. “Mrs. Yoon, this is Y/N.” 

He watched the two women embrace in front of him. He couldn't hear what you said to each other, but you were smiling as if you were the most sociable person in the world.

“Let’s go?” Jungkook noticed that you were getting comfortable there and hurried you along. 

He placed his hand on your back pushing you forward.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Yoon.”

“Likewise. I hope I see you again, sweetie.” The woman said watching Y/N disappear through one of the corridors.

Jungkook and you continued walking in silence, until you let out a low chuckle.

“What are you laughing at? What did she say to you?” Jungkook asked, annoyed.

“Wow, what's with that humor? She just asked me to fix you.” You laughed as you tried to formulate your next sentence. “By the way, where are you taking me?”

Jungkook didn't know which phrase he paid more attention to. The fact that Mrs. Yoon thought he needed a girlfriend to be okay irritated him. Your impatience at that moment also annoyed him. 

Appreciating the good relationship between you two and keeping in mind his plans for the future, Jungkook decided to remain silent and continue on his way.

When you finally arrived in front of a small door at the end of the library's central hallway, Jungkook pulled out the key Mrs. Yoon had given him and opened the door. You were at his side, maintaining an eager posture.

He made room for you to enter first and saw you gape for the first time ever. Your eyes stared at every point in the room, as if you were scanning everything.

The environment wasn't much different from the library itself, but there were sculptures and paintings scattered around the corners.

In the middle of the room were two sofas and a rectangular table big enough to hold many books. All the lighting was darker, in yellow tones.

“What is this place? I had never been here before.” You turned to him outraged.

Jungkook laughed weakly. “I would be surprised if you did it. It's my father's collection.”

You continued to walk forward, looking closely at each bookcase. It seemed like it took you a few seconds to process Jungkook’s response when you suddenly stopped and stared at him with surprise written all over your face.

“Wait. Your father has a private library?”

Your disbelief was funny to watch. Jungkook was so used to it all that he didn't understand the appeal. He knew that place would please you and make you easier to talk to. He watched you walk towards a bookshelf in the left corner.

“Do you have a radar?” He asked, referring to the fact that there were Classic books in that corner of the room. He heard your chuckle as you kept observing the books in front of you.

“I still don't believe it, I mean, look at these editions.” You said sounding way more excited than what Jungkook expected.

Jungkook smiled to see you like this. You were like a kid when mom or dad told you that you could have candy before lunch. You were amazed, your eyes sparkled.

In that moment, Jungkook didn't feel like fucking you. It was an almost angelic sight. The level of naivety you were giving off, destroyed all the vision he had about you being a promiscuous girl.

He waited a while for you to leaf through the book in your hand. He didn't want to spoil that for you.

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook remembered his thoughts from yesterday. Maybe this was an opportunity to come clean with you.

“I think I owe you an apology.” The words came bitterly from his mouth. 

Definitely not something he was used to. In the last few days Jungkook was doing a lot of new things he never imagined doing. Apologizing to someone was definitely out of character for him.

You closed the book in your hands and looked up to face him.

“Why?”

Jungkook felt the words choke him. The switch in your gaze was insane. You could be very intimidating sometimes.

A silence took over the room before he could finally speak.

“The last few days I... I... I thought very badly of you.”

His breathing was the only audible sound in the room.

“Because I slept with your friend?”

You simply asked without an ounce of embarrassment. Your face was so serene. The way you remained passive in the face of these situations scared Jungkook.

“Well, one minute you were with me at the bar, the next you were with Jimin. Imagine how I felt.” He said in a steady voice.

“One minute you were with your girlfriend, the next you were courting me in that bar.” You shot back in the split of a second with the calmest voice possible. He wished he could sense some type of jealousy in your words, but right now he wasn’t seeing any signs of that. But then again, it was still really hard for him to read you.

He didn’t expect this to backfire. Technically, you were right. He was indeed with Seulgi before approaching to you that night in the pub, but he just wanted you, he hadn’t even invited her. And suddenly he couldn’t even find the right words to respond to your comeback, so he said the first thing that came to his mind.

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

It’s not like you cared…or did you though? You quickly pushed away those thoughts.

You laughed at Jungkook while keeping your gaze on him. “You’re smarter than that, Jungkook.”

For the first time you had called him by his name. Jungkook could feel a shiver down his spine as he heard his name fall from your lips. Your voice was low enough to make him want to forget about the whole argument and kiss you.

He never thought he could win a fight with you, but at that moment he was absolutely sure he had lost.

Your face remained calm; you knew you were dominating him.

“Jimin is my friend.” Jungkook responded, trying to justify what he considered your "mistake".

“So what? I'm single. That’s the beauty of it, I can be with whoever I want. It's not like I'm cheating on anyone.”

You emphasized the last part of your sentence, which made Jungkook realize his disaffection with Seulgi. He didn’t give two fucks if Seulgi slept with anyone else and of course, he himself didn’t care sleeping with others.

He was the same as you, but for some reason he couldn’t pick up, he was feeling insanely annoyed at the fact that you decided to sleep with his friend. And it was even more annoying to see how unfaced you were about it.

“I honestly don't get you. I don't think I ever will.” His voice came out deeper. It was not his intention to argue with you there, but the path the conversation took proved that to be inevitable.

You were a good distance apart, but for some reason the room felt warm.

“It's annoying when someone acts the same way as you, isn't it?” You said narrowing your eyes. 

Oh, how well you could read him.

It was so obvious that he was jealous, why? You don’t know the answer to that. And for some twisted reason, that thought alone made you feel so freaking horny.

The infamous Jeon Jungkook was right in front of you, looking hot as fuck at the verge of throwing a tantrum because you decided to sleep with his friend and your panties were getting as wet as possible as the minutes went by. If only he knew.

You didn’t know why your body was reacting this way to his little scene, but you were decided to take care of your horniness right here and right now.

You climbed down a step from the top of the bookcase and walked slowly to the sofa rail in the middle of the room.

Now you were face to face, and Jungkook couldn't hide his nervousness. You watched him swallow hard as his hands squeezed the ledge of the other sofa.

You smiled at him.

“I've seen you a lot, Jungkook. Enough to know how much you love going around teasing girls, hoping they'll run after you.”

You kept walking until you were sitting on the edge of the table between the two couches. “But you should know better by now, I'm not gonna run after you.”

At that sentence, Jungkook let a long, heavy sigh escape his lips. He didn't mean to show how much your words bothered him, but your gaze on him was so strong he couldn't help it.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Jungkook said, taking a step forward.

“I never had to go through this in my life. I never had to go to so much trouble to fuck a girl. You took my peace of mind. You are such a misfortune, Y/N.”

Fuck, he sounded so hot. His voice was barely audible. You both felt all the adrenaline rush through your bodies at that moment.

“Still, you brought me here to fuck me, am I right?”

Your sincerity startled him a second time.

He didn't understand how you could be so rational, so tough to pressure him. The world could be collapsing, and you would still remain passive, with your voice low and your posture straight.

You weren't like him. You were so much better than him.

“Yes.” He replied, without an ounce of shame.

“So why aren't you doing it? Why are you still talking?” You said, holding your gaze on him. “Fuck me, Jungkook.”

That last phrase sounded like music to his ears. He didn’t need to be asked twice.

Jungkook walked towards you, closing the short distance that separated both of you. His eager hands went straight to your face, pulling you in for a kiss. You spread your legs so that Jungkook's body fit perfectly with yours.

For a moment he thought he was imagining it.

As your hands grabbed him by his short hair bringing him as close as possible, one of his hands went to your breast, squeezing it without any courtesy.

The hand that was on your face headed to the back of your neck pulling your hair. With your neck exposed, Jungkook began to alternate between kisses and hickeys, causing you to let out a loud moan.

He was good. Almost too good to be truth. Your body was burning with pure desire. The lust that Jungkook had awakened in you, was something else.

Jungkook took advantage of the short dress you were wearing. In the position you were sitting at the table, the hem of your dress was already at your waist, which allowed him to stroke your thighs freely.

Slowly and deliberately, Jungkook's hand began to caress your inner thighs.

This brat. You knew what he was doing. Or trying to.

“Stop teasing me.” You said through a moan in his ear.

Jungkook smiled while he abandoned the crook of your neck, only to face you. He wanted to see what you looked like when you were losing your mind. When you faced each other, you both felt each other’s hot breaths.

You were a mess, first time seeing you like this and what a sight, your hair was disheveled, your dress was wrinkled, and your face was all flushed.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, returning to attack your mouth.

Something jumped in the pit of your stomach, but you decided to ignore it and focus on fucking him. You were feeling desperate for his touch and you could sense that he was feeling exactly the same.

He could feel your fingernails running under his face and hair, making him shiver.

When Jungkook's hand approached your folds, he could feel your panties heavy with your wetness.

“God.” He didn't mean to express himself aloud, but he couldn't help it.

He placed his hand on the edge of your panties and lifted his gaze to yours. He didn't need permission, but he felt he should have it.

“Please.” You begged as your hands climbed under his shirt. Fuck, he really works out – you think - you catch yourself salivating when your nails run over his six pack.

Jungkook thought for a second about teasing you a little bit more, but even he couldn't stand between his legs.

He pulled away slightly from you to slip his hand under the wet fabric. Looking at you, he could see your reaction when his fingers were finally inside you.

A faint moan escaped your lips. You stared at him with the same intensity as two of his fingers worked inside you. One of his hands gripped your waist, keeping you steady.

With your face resting on his shoulder, Jungkook listened you let out small, high-pitched moans, causing the intensity of his movements to increase. He felt your hardening nipples brush against his chest. 

He swore he could cum untouched just by the sounds you were reproducing. He was fascinated with you.

It took no effort for Jungkook to realize that you were almost there. Your body began to shake over his fingers, as if you were hunting for relief. 

He pulled your face down and glued your foreheads together. He wanted to see you when you came.

Jungkook increased the speed of his movements, watching you do the same with your waist. You grabbed the strands of his short hair as if your life depended on it.

“I'm gonna… I…I…” Your sentence was brutally slashed by moans that escaped your mouth.

“Fuck, Jungkook.”

Hearing you moan his name as you came motivated him to keep stroking you. It was just like he imagined, even better.

Your face was twisted, but there was a certain concern in your eyes. You wanted him to know that you were going to cum.

“I know.” Jungkook assured you, holding you tighter.

That was enough to make you spill over his fingers. Your legs were shaking, while your breathing was totally uneven.

Jungkook kept his eyes on you, waiting for the moment when you would open yours. Your half-open mouth let out little curses mixed with gasps.

It was Jungkook's personal vision of paradise.

When your eyes slowly opened, and your breathing was steadying, you stared at him hungrily as he licked his fingers deliciously with your scent all over it.

“God. You taste so sweet, Y/N.”

“I want you so fucking bad.” You admitted, taking your hands to his zipper taking him by surprise for what could be the hundredth time already. And God, he was big, so fucking big that you couldn’t wait to feel him inside you.

Unlike Jungkook, you didn't wait for consent. With his erection in your hands, you began to jerk him off as you watched him moan in front of you.

He had thought of this so many times when he was alone. Too many. He had masturbated more times than what he would like to admit at the thought of you. Every time he stroked his dick thinking of you, he imagined that it was your hand instead of his. Imagining how good you would make him feel. And it finally was happening.

He had already given up trying to contain his reactions, his eyes were already closed, and his hands braced around your body, trying to keep steady.

“Oh fuck.” He moaned close to your ear. “I won't last long if you continue this way.”

You pressed the tip of him and saw his body twitch.

“I thought you were better than that.” You provoked him.

“You fucking joking, right?” Jungkook said, gulping. “I've been waiting for this since forever.”

With that, you released him and pushed him away so you could take off your own panties.

Jungkook wasted no time and looked for a condom inside his wallet. Everything seemed to be happening so fast. It was as if that need had been consuming you both.

Duly protected, Jungkook placed himself at your entrance. Teasing you, he played close to your entry, smearing his big cock with all your wetness. 

You were losing it. You threw your head back, waiting for him to fill you in. You couldn’t wait any longer.

“I want to see you.” He requested almost in a prayer.

You looked back at him, and this time licked your lips, smiling mischievously.

Jungkook thrusted inside you, slowly, enjoying every inch of you. Your moans and the naughty smile on your face made him increase the intensity.

He was so fucking satisfied.

It was impossible to explain how good you felt. Jungkook pulled your waist, sealing your bodies. You leaned in and the kiss you gave him was now intoxicating him. Every fiber in his body was living to touch and feel your body.

With each thrust, Jungkook felt your walls clench around him, while hearing your smooth moan between his lips. 

Jungkook was feeling fucking good. He felt his hands tighten on your body, the softness of your face touching his, your nails digging into his shoulders, into that fucking sleave of tattoos on his arm that drove you crazy every time you saw him.

It was indeed heaven on Earth.

He'd been wanting to fuck you so much and for so long, that he felt his body fail after a few violent thrusts.

“Fuck me, Jungkook.” You repeated like a chant. You knew how much he wanted to hear that.

It felt as if he knew your body from another life. You never felt this horny before and the way he was fucking you was almost animalistic. Just the way you like it.

You brought your hands to his hair, pulling him closer to you. You were practically holding each other as Jungkook fucked you on top of his father's library table.

There was something about that place that gave him the confidence he felt he needed with you. The expectation of someone walking through the door, his father's reaction if he knew, everything in there encouraged him to fuck you harder.

“God. You're so fucking hot.” He whimpered.

A few more thrusts and Jungkook felt a dizziness begin to take over his body. He grabbed you by the hair and kept you looking at him. You opened your mouth and began to moan louder, urging him on.

“Come on, Jungkook. Cum for me.” You begged. “Please.”

Jungkook watched your pleading expression before finishing inside you.

“Fuuuuuuck.”

It was warm, tight, wet.

It was all the possible sensations in the world in one place.

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⏤ author's note❧ okay, i'm not gonna even lie. i admit i had to fan myself as i was writing this chapter 🥵. hope you guys enjoy this new update and as I always say: please give it a lot of love if you like it, reblog, leave your thoughts, send me asks. it will be all very much welcomed 🥰

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[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

yknow what, fuck it, how about some nsfw ed stuff too while we're gushing about this man

hehe freaky hours just entered the chat. I had to take out 2 of them because i just kept repeating myself in the end. art is by @17tondemo71 on twitter mdni +18

afterwards — Contrary to popular belief, Ed does bother to do aftercare. He isn't going to put your body through hell just to roll over and sleep. Balrog raised him better than that.

As tired as he is, he'll run a bath for the two of you to soothe your aching muscles. And gives you his oversized clothes for you to sleep in.

If you're lucky, he'll cuddle you and massage your tense muscles throughout the night.

beg — Ed likes it when you beg. It's a sight for him to see when you can only sputter a few words with tears in your eyes. Are you begging him to stop or go faster? Speak up, he can't hear you.

He doesn't beg often but when you're edging him, he'll let out a couple of 'please' under his breath as you delay his pleasure.

body — Ed loves your hips. It's the perfect spot for him to grab you as he pulls you closer to him while rubbing his fingers on your soft flesh.

He can confidently say his arms are his favorite feature about him. He could see the way your eyes lingered on them when he wore his sleeveless jacket in the summer. Or when your hands wandered up to them when he has you pinned against the wall.

If you nip at it with your teeth, he's sensitive on his collarbones. The sensation makes him roll his head back exposing more of his neck to you.

clothing — To me, Ed seems like the type to be partially clothed when having sex. He'll have his jacket and his wraps on, but that's it.

It's not often it happens, but if you rile him up in public, he'll pull you to the nearest secluded corner and fuck you there with most of your clothes on. He'll undo just enough to slide under the radar but still punish you for acting like a brat.

cum — When he cums, Ed makes sure it’s deep inside you, as far as his dick can go. He’ll even plug you up with his fingers so nothing escapes.

Occasionally Ed will pull out and release his load on your stomach to see it splatter across your body. And cumming inside him will inadvertently make him cum as well.

delay — He only delays your orgasm if you've been a brat the entire day. Not gonna listen to him? Alright. Guess you wouldn't mind him delaying your orgasm when you decided to talk back to him.

That, or he really wanted to see you cry with the big ole crocodile tears in your eyes, as you tried to thrust into his fingers.

dirty talk — He initiates dirty talk and likes it when you talk back to him, it doesn't matter whose topping.

"Huh, is that all you could take?"

"Stop bucking your hips or else I'll pull it out."

"Keep your legs open, and don't you dare close 'em."

"Heh, I can practically see it bulging in your stomach."

drive —Ed has a pretty average sex drive compared to other people.

But it does change depending on the circumstance and if his partner has a different sex drive than him. If you have a high sex drive, he'll be able to accommodate most of your needs, but ultimately get's tired after the 6th or 7th round.

But if you have a low sex drive, it's cool with him too. He'll savor the moments he does get intimate with you and still make it enjoyable for the both of you.

And if he does have to have his needs met when you aren't feeling it, Ed would just blow a load in the shower like he used to do before you.

dynamic —Ed is a switch leaning toward Dom. You can normally tell how the dynamic will play out leading up to it. But a good hint is when he shoves you on the bed, so he can crawl on top. And the reversal is when he sits on the bed first and pats his lap for you to sit on.

eyes — He doesn't like being watched during sex, at all. Ed's very possessive and he doesn't take too kindly to prying eyes in his relationship. Especially when they can see every part of you.

The only time he likes seeing other people having sex is if he has more than one partner. For ex. If You/Bosch/Ed were together, Ed would sit back to watch you and Bosch get handsy with one another.

fantasy — A big fantasy of his is to see you play with yourself. He wants you to spread your legs for him and watch how you make yourself cum.

hair — He keeps his downstairs fairly trimmed. He's not nitpicky and doesn't care to wax or shave, but he won't let it grow into a messy bush.

humiliation — For Ed, teasing-yes, humiliation...maybe. He likes it when you tease and play with him, it really pushes him over the edge.

He does degrade/humiliate you when you get sensitive around your body. He'll make you beg and tell you to use your words.

Don't get shy on him, or else he won't let you cum.

impact — In the bedroom? No. He's not really a fan of impact play as much as his other kinks.

kink — Some of his kinks include dacryphilia, degradation, brat-taming, and overstimulation.

He's willing to experiment more in the future if you are too.

lingerie — It's cute and all, but he prefers to see you in your workout clothes. He likes how your clothes hug your body when you get soaked in sweat.

He especially finds it hot when you wipe your face with the bottom of your shirt and he gets a peak of your skin under your clothes.

Plus he doesn't think he has the patience to be delicate enough to remove the flimsy garments when he's trying to fuck you.

location — Ed prefers to be in a room with a bed. And he hates fucking in public because there are too many risky situations the two of you could wind up in where you're out. He'll only ever do it if he's pent up with frustration.

lube — If you're in his bed, he does lube himself to make it more pleasurable for the two of you.

He'll settle with plain lube instead of the flavored ones, because he doesn't want anyone to ask questions if they see the colored splotches when he washes his sheets.

But other times when he unbuckles your belt or pushes your skirt up in public, he doesn't have time to lube himself, so he'll spit on his hand before shoving his fingers in you to stretch you out.

marks — Bite his neck and dig your nails down his sides, Ed loves that shit. Your face would be buried in the crook of his neck, lips sucking hickeys onto his bare skin as he cups the back of your head firmly.

He'll also leave bruises along your sides when he pulls you close and clamps down on your neck to watch you squirm.

music — I think Ed would play music, but it's only to fill the background noise. He tries not to do it often because he knows the rest of his group will catch on once they hear the music kick in. So, sometimes you get it, sometimes you don't.

floki & lost soul remix | PMEAN

names — He'll bust the fattest nut if you call him a good boy while riding him. He won't admit it but he does have a praise kink that gets him worked up when you say that.

But when Ed tops, he calls you either a brat or slut when fucking you. They both appeal to his humiliation kink and will fuck you dumb until you can't process words anymore.

orgasm — You would know when he's getting close. Because his body would have a visceral reaction as he gets closer to his release. Ed's low grunts turned into gasps and he'll hold onto you tighter until he's done.

He isn't sensitive until after his 6th orgasm, so you have a waze to go until you can actually hear him whine.

positions — He doesn't really have a favorite but there are some positions he uses more than others. Like missionary, cowgirl, and doggy style.

praise — He'll tell you how good you're making him feel and sing you praises if you're obediant.

"Listen to how wet you are."

"What a good hole for me to use."

"Such a pretty little cum slut."

queen — He's not a size queen so he doesn't care about specific girth or lengths.

restraint — The furthest he'll go to restrain you is with his psycho power. He'll use it to hold your limbs together as his hands roam your body. He won't do anything that would delve deeper into hardcore BDSM, because it'll become more personal and uncomfortable for him.

sensation — There are specific sensations Ed gets turned on by. Like when you tug on his lower lip with your teeth. Or the way your tongue feels on his fingers after he shoved them in your cum covered mouth.

sexting — Ed doesn't do it often, but he does sext you from time to time. Sometimes it's the only way to let out his pent-up frustration when he isn't in Metro City.

He starts off by sending a picture of his chest and gradually works his way down. And if you've been good, he'll send you a picture of the aftermath too.

But if you initiate it, It'll be nice if you give him a heads-up because there have been so many times when he's accidentally opened your nudes in public.

size — I could see him pushing 7 inches. #f4c5c5. Circumcised.

His tip is super sensitive, so even if you lightly graze your tongue on it, Ed will melt like putty in your hands. Bonus points if you have a tongue piercing because when the ball of the piercing rubs against his slit, he'll cum almost instantly.

He's not the girthiest but Ed's long enough to reach deep inside of you to send shockwaves of pleasure pulsing through your body.

sounds — The sounds Ed makes range from grunts to moans. He doesn't laugh during sex nor is he super chatty unless it's dirty talk, then he could fill the void with his voice for hours.

stimulation — He loves it when you rub circles on his hips when you give him handjobs. The feeling makes him hot all over and Ed lets out broken moans as you jerk him off.

He enjoys seeing your face when you get overstimulated. Imagine thinking you're done and Ed keeps going. Your protests turn into a pleasurable pain. Ed won't let you leave with you pleading, sniffing, and trying to pull away from his grasp. Your crying only encourages him to see how much he can undo you.

strip — He never really cared about putting on a show when taking off his clothes, but his eyes would linger on your body whenever you removed your clothing sensually.

Notably, he'll pull your panties/briefs down with his teeth, similar to how grooms pull on the bride's garter during a garter toss.

style — Ed likes it rough and prefers fucking over lovemaking. He'll have a steady and even pace so you can feel it in your gut. Other times when he does make love, his pace changes from fast and rough to slow and gentle.

top or bottom — Ed often tops but he sometimes bottoms when he's too lazy to put in a lot of effort on his part. He doesn't mind being on the receiving end of penetration but he prefers it to be the other way around.

And he also likes to give/receive oral.

Giving, Ed will hold your hips firmly to prevent you from squirming away from him. He savors your gasps and whines as you try to push his head back and eventually release in his mouth.

Receiving, Ed will let you take over as he lies sprawled out on his bed. And he'll groan and curse at the wave of pleasure you're putting his body through. So when you pull away from him, he gets a view of his cum coating your tongue and dribbling down the sides of his shaft. Ed pulls you by the back of your neck into a deep makeout session, tasting bits of himself in your mouth.

tease — Tease Ed by giving him kitten licks on his neck, he's the most sensitive on his sides and will have a hard-on for the rest of the day. Or maybe rub him through his pants when you sit next to him at the bus stop, and only stop if he's about to cum himself. It'll drive him mad.

He'll press down on your sensitive areas and move extra slow if you pissed him off. Not only that Ed will grind against you fully clothed. You better get off to the friction, because that's all you're getting from him.

toys — If he ever uses toys, it's never going to be used on him. Any foreign object penetrating him gives him flashbacks of when he was being used as a lab rat for Shadaloo. So they are a hard pass for him.

But he does like using bullet vibrators to push against your sex when he has you pinned to the bed. Go ahead and keep squirming, seeing your flustered face does wonders for his kinks.

turn ons — Pull on his hair when his lips occupy your collarbones. He feels a chill down his spine with each tug.

Dirty talk. Lots of dirty talk. Especially when you're the one initiating it.

Rely on him more, it strokes his ego when you come to him for comfort.

volume —Ed's one of those people who starts off grunting but gradually gets louder over time. If he knew his group was roaming around the base, then he would bite down on his fist to keep quiet when you service him.

If you touch his sensitive areas during sex, it'll break his rhythm and he'll let out a loud moan.

He doesn't have a preference if his partner is quiet or loud, but keep in mind he's living with other people so don't be obnoxiously loud to wake up the whole unit.

wet — He likes cold shower sex after being chased around by Shadaloo scum. It doesn't matter how messy you two get because the water gets the grime off his skin anyway.

He would have sex in other bodies of water if there's a secluded spot that hides you two. But be careful, he wouldn't want anything brushing up against you that's not him.

[cluelylikesporn]

Hii so this is somewhat my first time doing a request so I’m sorry if it sucks or sum 😭😭 Could you do Mike schmidt x babysitter! reader? Where Abby teases the reader in front of Mike for having a crush on him? srry if it doesn’t make sense or sound like sum interesting I just thought it would be cute 😭

RAHHH first of all thank you for your suggestion!!

second, its legit so cute wtff😭 dont even say it sucks

ALSO DISCLAIMER I KNOW IVE BEEN SAYING ILL POST FOR LIKE FUCKING 5 MONTHS AND THE FNAF SHIT HAS DIED DOWN BUT GUYSSS CMONN COME BACK

Im a lazy cunt😭

word count:

mike shmidt x babysitter!reader !!

gender neutral reader (correct me if i fuck it up)

mentions of y/n. literally once.

word count: 637

I WROTE THIS AT 2AM FORGIVE ANY MISTAKES OK GOODNIGHT

mike walked inside after his first shift at freddy’s, slightly rattled by the dream he had.. but glad to be home to finally get some freaking sleep.

when the door opened, he was BLESSED by the sight of you. abbys babysitter. if he had maybe a drop of self respect or confidence he could ask you out, maybe even date. but lets be honest hes a complete wuss and his best excuse is “not wanting to ruin the thing they had now” which was an occasional awkward exchange of the same 5 phrases such as “hello, good morning, how are you? im ok. how are you? good, hows abby? good. good.” and then a super awkward silence. but in the recent days, when he still worked at the mall he and you actually had nice conversations that didnt feel forced. mike had hope yet.

“hey, y/n.” he said as he put his keys down, observing abby as she swung her feet in excitement from the table, watching you as you made her pancakes.

“hi mike !” you say, turning to him slightly and cracking a smile before you looked away to put the pancakes on a plate and pass them to abby. luckily you looked away when you did because your eye contact was enough to make mike look like a tomato. “i hope you dont mind i made pancakes, if you want some, theres a little more i was gonna put away !” you said, reaching for a plate. “im ok, thanks. and dont worry about it.” he said, sitting next to abby who was looking between him and you, plotting an evil, DEVIOUS, horrid plan with a grin comparable to the cheshire cat. mike gave abby a terrified look as he began regretting even MENTIONING the idea of you in a romantic way to abby. he began mouthing pleads of her to show an ounce of mercy but she already turned to you and began to open her mouth.

“are you busy this weekend?” abby said while making direct eye contact with mike and snarfing down pancakes.

“uhm.. i dont think so? my only plans from now and the unforeseeable future is watching you so if your asking to hang out chances are ill be with you already, weirdo.” you said, as you begin washing up the dishes used to cook.

“not for me, silly! for mike!" she says innocently, batting her eyes and grinning like a madman to me.

god, ive never been more terrified by a fucking 10 year old. trying to brush off the comment of a date to a child, you piece together a response.

"uhh, if im babysitting you.. and its a weekend.. mike would be there too..!" you said awkwardly, trying to just scrub a damn pan.

"but, what if i was at a friends house?" abby added

"then i wouldnt be there." you say.

"but mikes so lonely..! he has so friends-" abby begins, before mike puts his hand on her mouth.

"abby, stop being weird- what the hell!" he says before being interrupted by abby licking his freaking hand.

"thats so unhygienic, dont do that." he says as abby giggles evilly, and you begin to speak.

"well if mikes sooo lonely, he can.. i don't know... just maybe.. ask? if i wanna hang out? because id.. say yes?" you say, looking at mike.

he blessed the skies above that you were actually confronting and he didn't have to face the awkward rejection that haunted him.

the kitchen was finally quiet for a moment, until abby break the silence.

"do it, do it, do it." she chants silently.

"would you.. wanna go out.. with me.?" mike said silently and awkwardly, cursing himself in his head for being so nervous when she literally confirmed she was down.

"sure, mike schmidt."

[dilfismz]

The Perks of Being Early

Pairing: master Kylo Ren X apprentice Reader

Description: You are Kylo’s most prized possession. He watches you grow in skill under his strict training. Under his guidance, you pushed your body to the brink, experience the most excruciating pain, and the most intense workout regimens, all to please him. Your Master. However, at one specific training session you confess a secret that might change everything.

Warnings: SMUT (minors DNI), implied age gap, slight canon type violence, small size kink, oral (F receiving), making out, p in v, rough sex, some degradation and praise. Oh also VERY SLOW BURN compared to my other works so be patient.

You walk into the training room, knowing Master Ren will already be there. You don’t even have to look, he’s always early.

“Good morning, master”, you let out shyly from the doorway, your face already turning a light shade of pink.

He turns to stare at you with a grin and a voice full of admiration. He speaks to compliment your dedication, “Good morning, my apprentice. What brings your eager young mind here so early?”

You stammer out, “I couldn’t sleep, so I guess I wanted to warm up a bit before our scheduled time. However, I see you’re already here”.

Master Ren senses your embarrassment and exclaims, “I’m glad that you’re here a bit sooner than expected”. In his tone you can hear a sense of excitement, a sense of anticipation. It’s as though this is something he has been waiting for.

You put your hair up in a messy ponytail, using the black band that was around your wrist. Your face is still dusted with a light shade of pink.

“I’ve been looking forward to this”, he adds, almost to himself, but loud enough for you to hear. His voice is full of affectionate reverence as he says those simple words. They cause your heart to pound faster and breathing to quicken. For a brief moment you can’t help but think he’s talking about more than your training, and that thought is as exhilarating as it is intimidating.

“W-why’s that, master”, you stammer out almost stupidly.

“Because I’ve finally begun to see the fruits of my teachings, he replies, his tone full of pride, “and I’m eager to continue them. There’s still so much that I have to show you.” His tone is warm and encouraging; there’s no hint of disappointment or criticism in it. He continued, “but first we must stretch, that’s the most important step in any kind of exercise- and it’s one that many forget”, he tells you.

You move your body in various uncomfortable yet relieving positions as you warm up for training. “What are we working on today?” You ask curiously.

Kylo grins as you stretch, your body forming shapes both fluid and beautiful. “We’re going to focus on technique today, focusing primarily on strikes, blocks, and throws. The goal of the day’s lesson is to help you perfect your technique, and to help you find the most effective way of applying your strength. It will require speed and agility, as well as strength, so be prepared,” he says, his tone full of determination. “Are you ready, apprentice?”

“I’m always ready, sir”, you respond confidently.

He smiles at your determination. “That’s the spirit.”

“We’re going to start with strikes first,” he says. “You need to learn how to strike your opponent before they can hit you.”

He demonstrates a basic saber movement, then helps you adjust your form until you can properly mimic the movement. You practice for a few minutes, before he tells you to rest.

“Now for blocks,” he says. “You need to be able to protect yourself from an opponent’s strikes.” He demonstrates how to block, and you mirror him in the movement.

You look at master Ren timidly, afraid to speak your mind,” Sir, when are we going to start using the force?”

Kylo stops his demonstration to regard you, his tone curious and his gaze direct. “The Force is not a toy,” he tells you sternly. “It is a power that should only be used for the right purpose, and with utmost thought and consideration. I will teach you to use it when the time is right. Until then, it is best to focus your efforts on perfecting the skills I can teach you, so for now, we will continue to focus on physical combat methods while we continue to work on developing a deeper understanding of the Force.”

“But sir you’ve seen me out there fighting against the resistance, you know I can do more”

“I know you can, apprentice, and when I deem you ready, I will teach you. Until then, the time is not right.”

There’s a firmness in his voice, but an undercurrent of regret, as though he wishes he could move faster, but knows that he must wait.

“But don’t worry about that now,” he tells you, his tone warmer. “We have a long day of training ahead of us. Let’s get back to it, shall we?”

“Yes, sorry master”, you say embarrassed, looking down.

“That’s okay, apprentice. The desire to learn is a good thing. It shows me that you’re passionate about your training. I’m sure there will come a time when I’m ready to teach you to use the Force, and I promise you, when it comes, I will show you something truly special, something no other Master or Sith has taught their apprentice. But for now, practice your basics. Master them. And I promise you, you will be rewarded when the time comes.”

“Yes sir”

“Good.” Kylo moves to his table and picks up both of your lightsabers. “We will need these again.”

He offers yours to you and you take his gift — a weapon so finely crafted, it seems to vibrate and hum. “Your weapon is one of the most important things you will ever own,” he tells you, his tone full of reverence as he speaks, “and it deserves respect.”

He demonstrates a few basic moves to you, including the most powerful and striking. This is his area of expertise. Then he motions for you to try.

You copy his motions almost perfectly letting out small groans and grunts.

"Well done, my apprentice," Kylo praises as he observes your technique. "You're beginning to pick it up quite nicely”.

“Thank you sir”, you reply. “It’s getting warm, do you mind if I remove my sweater, I have a tank top under.”

“If it helps you to train better,” he replies, his tone full of understanding. “Please, feel free to make yourself comfortable.”

He waits patiently as you remove a layer, revealing a tight tank top beneath it. The layer has helped keep the chill out, but the tank top is better for movement, and he understands that.

You pull down the tank top in an attempt to cover up your exposed stomach, accidentally revealing the smallest bit of cleavage. “I think I’m good to keep going”, you voice, a small blush tinted on your cheeks once again.

Kylo glances at your exposed skin just briefly, his eyes falling to your cleavage for a moment before returning to your face. He doesn’t appear to mind. “Of course,” he replies, his eyes warm and friendly. “If you’re sure you’re comfortable enough, then we can continue our lesson.”

You can see the hint of a smile on his face as he returns to instructing you about the proper way to strike.

As Kylo shows the proper movements your skin brushes across his and you blush an even brighter red than before.

Kylo notices your red-tinged cheeks.

“Apprentice, are you alright?” he asks, turning to face you with a slight smile. It’s a smile that’s slightly teasing, but also a bit comforting. “If you’re feeling hot or tired, you can take a break if you need.”

Kylo’s tone is full of concern and care. You can see it in his eyes.

“Sir, it’s nothing like that… I- I just…” you trail off”.

Kylo raises an eyebrow, still looking at you. “You just what, apprentice?”

He moves slightly closer, his concerned expression giving way to one of curiosity. He’s waiting for you to tell him what you had to say.

Kylo knows you well enough to realize that whatever it is you need to say, it’s important. So he is ready to listen. That’s what a good teacher does.

These words prepare you to tell the truth,“I think I’m just nervous sir. I know it’s wrong but I’ve always had a small crush on you since we started training. It’s really stupid and I feel like horrible about it but sometimes you make me nervous.”

Kylo stares down at you, seeming taken aback. You can see him thinking.

"Apprentice, do not feel stupid or foolish. Your feelings are not wrong. If anything, that is a sign of respect and admiration, not foolishness. The heart and the mind are complex. It is perfectly normal to feel what you feel."

Kylo looks away for a moment as a soft smile comes to his face. Before long, he meets your gaze once more.

"I am glad that I make you nervous," he tells you with a smile. "I will take that as a compliment."

“Master, I think I want to go. I shouldn’t have told you that. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you stutter out mortified. You start to grab your things until a large hand wraps around your forearm.

"Apprentice, hold on," Kylo says. His touch is light but firm and meaningful. His gaze is warm and he seems to have something he wants to discuss.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about," he tells you, "You told me how you feel, and I’m honoured that you chose to open up to me. There is no need to feel ashamed or foolish. Those feelings should be celebrated, not pushed down. You’re entitled to feel the way you do, no matter what.”

A rush of confidence sweeps through you “so you really aren’t upset about these feelings?”

Kylo stares at you for a moment, his tone serious, his gaze direct and steady. He considers his words, weighing them carefully.

"If I am to be honest," he says after a few seconds of thought, "I feel the same way as you."

It’s a powerful moment, one that sends a shiver through the room. Kylo has never been this vulnerable with anyone before. And yet, here he is, telling you the truth.

You feel even bolder after hearing this news, “well if you feel the same as me… shouldn’t we act on this mutual attraction in some way?”

Kylo lets out a light laugh. “Apprentice, you are persistent. I like that.”

He steps closer to you, coming so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath against your face.

“I am the Supreme Leader of the First Order, the next in line to take the throne of the Sith. I have an entire army to lead and a galaxy to conquer.” He raises his voice, his tone full of confidence and defiance. “But I would throw it all away… just for you, my apprentice,” he says, before leaning in to kiss you.

The moment your lips meet his, everything changes. There is no more caution, no more restraint. It is a moment of pure and unadulterated passion, a moment of surrender.

You wrap your arms around his neck, his come around you and hold you close, his body against yours. Both of you are breathless and lost in the moment. It is one you will never forget.

Kylo groans into your mouth, his breath warm and tender. He pulls back slightly, his eyes looking at you with an intensity that is both terrifying and thrilling.

"I have waited a long time for this moment," he whispers, his voice rough and full of emotion as he looks at you.

Without a warning, he kisses you deeply once more. He pulls you close, his tongue exploring your mouth as he feels your tongue on his.

You have never experienced a kiss like this, and you are certain you never will again.

You move your hands down to the hem of his shirt, pulling on it slightly, signaling that you want it off.

Kylo’s heart thunders in his chest as you indicate your desire. He takes his own shirt off without a word, revealing his muscled torso beneath the fabric.

His muscular body is a sight to behold. He seems to be in absolute peak condition, his physique a testament to the years of training and conditioning he has dedicated to his craft.

“Fuck, master you look amazing” you stutter out.

“As do you, apprentice.”

Kylo gazes at you as you stare at his body, his eyes warm and endearing. He takes in the sight of your figure and smiles gently, his hand reaching out to gently touch you.

“You are beautiful,” he tells you, the emotion on his face showing a different side to him, one that is softer and more vulnerable.

You slip off your tank top and remove your bra, taking Kylo’s hands in yours and placing them over your breasts.

Kylo’s breath quickens as he feels your warm skin against his. He stares down at you, his eyes burning with passion, his lips curled up into a slight smile.

“You are so beautiful, my apprentice,” he tells you again, his voice gentle and soft, and filled with longing.

“Y-you can call me y/n, you know.”

Kylo lets out a short laugh. "So rebellious, my y/n."

With a light smile, he leans in to kiss you again, his hand caressing your cheek as he does.

"I'm glad you have such an attitude," he whispers, "It's one of your most attractive qualities."

You wrap your arms around him and start to grind against his hardening cock. A low moan escapes your mouth.

His eyes darken as your movements become more suggestive. He leans into it, leaning forward to lay you down on the table in the middle of the room. His mouth finds yours again, and he begins to kiss you more deeply, letting his lips run across yours while he uses his tongue to touch yours in a deep sensuous kiss.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n,” he sighs into your lips, “And I’m so lucky to have you.”

“R-ren, I need you to fuck me”, you state boldly.

Kylo stares at you, his eyes dark and intense as he slowly processes your words. They are not the typical thing that one apprentice says to another master. But somehow, the way you say it… it makes him feel something.

“Do you really mean that, y/n?”

His tone is serious, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and desire. But there is also a hint of surprise, perhaps even disbelief.

“Yes sir, use me however you want, please, I’ve wanted it for so long”, you beg.

Kylo’s eyes widen in shock. He’s never heard such a request before. It’s unexpected, to say the least. But it also speaks to a side of you that he hasn’t seen before, a side that is willing to push the boundaries and defy expectations. There is power in those words, and he is starting to realize that there is more to you than he thought.

His voice is quiet, filled with surprise as he stares at you. “You want me to… use you?”

“Like a fucking toy”, you clarify.

Kylo stares at you, letting his eyes take in the sight of you. He can feel his heart beating in his chest, as the desire builds inside him.

“As you wish,” he replies softly, his voice a faint whisper.

He slowly traces his fingers along your cheek and your neck, his eyes studying you. His touch is light but firm. He is taking his time, enjoying this moment.

After a few moments, he begins to move his hands down… lower…

“God yes, please daddy”, you beg desperately.

The moment you call him 'daddy', the tension between the two of you takes on an entirely new meaning. The power dynamic has shifted, and it's clear who's in charge. He looks at you, his eyes almost dark as he stares at you, his expression full of pure, raw lust. The intensity of the moment is almost too much to handle.

He removes the final layers of your clothing eagerly. Once he sees your slick folds he lets out a low, primal sounding growl and dips his head down to be level with your pussy. His dark eyes look up and connect with yours as his tongue flicks out and he starts licking at your clit. As he’s lapping and sucking on your clit you feel two of his thick digits searching for your entrance.

He inserts his large fingers into you and as he slowly curls them into your gummy walls you start moaning and whimpering loudly. You look down and Kylo’s piercing eyes are still staring up at you. As much as you enjoy the feeling of his fingers inside of you and his tongue circling your clit, you can’t help but want more.

“F-feels so good but I need more”, you plead.

He stops his movements at once and brings his body to be level with yours, hovering over you. “Aww that’s not enough for my slutty little apprentice?”, he teases, a smirk ghosted on his face.

Kylo stands up and starts to remove the remainder of his clothing, revealing his large cock. If you weren’t so needy for him to be inside you you’d be tempted to suck it.

Kylo grabs your hips and pulls you towards the edge of the table. He turns you over easily, landing a light smack on your ass.

Suddenly, without warning, he thrusts his cock inside of you, stretching your walls almost painfully. His pace is brutal, as he pummels in and out of you.

He takes a hold of your hair and pulls back, forcing you to look at him. “Look at you, you’re a moaning mess.”

“Mhm”, you manage to sound out, your breath getting lost due to his cruel pace.

He lets go of your hair and reaches down, across your stomach, searching for your tits. He grabs your shoulder with one hand and pinches your nipple with the other, forcing you back onto his cock roughly.

“If you don’t stop I’m gonna cum”, you admit.

“You’re doing so fucking good f’me”, he praises, already feeling himself coming to his high as well.

“Fuck, g-gonna cum”, you say, your voice faltering.

“Let go for me princess”, he whispers in your ear.

Almost as if on command, you feel the tight coil inside of you release. You’re overcome with so much pleasure that you barely even notice Kylo’s own release spilling inside of you.

“Fuck, I’m so glad I showed up early today”, you crack.

[twst-drabbles]

Scarabia 6

Summary: Jamil was cleaning the dinner table and you had to pick him up by his shirt to get him to stop. That’s your job. And also because you wanted to vent and mess around with him a little bit. Grudges are not easy to get rid of.

(Hehehehehe Janitor is bullying Jamil this time.)

“Buddy,” you quite literally picked Jamil up by the back of his collar, forcing him to drop the dinner plate back on the table, “I’m being paid to clean up this mess. Just leave it there. I’ll get it done.”

You didn’t have to pick him up like a wet cat but there’s just something about Kalim’s buddy that makes you want to egg him. His expression was always on the solid side, but wasn’t quite as true a stone as he wanted it to be. It reminded you of cracked clay plates on the ground, or layers of paints that were wrinkled and aged by time. Just made you want to dig your fingers in there and see what lays deep beneath.

You’ve seen the amount of times Jamil hissed under his breath and strained out a smile towards the oblivious crowds. That fake and poorly done vision of innocence that he gives to the bright Kalim. It’s different to Jade’s, as he was never one to pass up an opportunity to unnerve others. Jamil and Jade may both be calm, but one of them was certainly not composed.

You don’t like to butt into people’s business unless it affected your salary or health in any way. You generally leave stuff well enough alone since it always brings about trouble, however…

However, you have a certain amount of pride, a confidence in your mind and senses if you will. Those were the things that you had to use to survive without much injury. The few things you had, you kept a grip tighter than anyone, making sure they were always at full peak so that no one can push you around without you winning in the end.

You suppose the reason why you liked messing with Jamil as much as you do was because he violated one of those things that you took great pride in. That Snake’s Charmer of his, making you say things you never want to, having your head be filled with a dream-like fog until he was done with you. You have an ironclad grip on your sense, so much so that you never confused your dreams for memories. Of course you would notice this unique magic.

And you hated it.

You hated it, because how dare he wrangle you into something you don’t want to do. How dare he treat you like a puppet to say what he wants to hear. How dare he be the same scum that has festered in this college, so engorged on their own magic and pride that he thinks nothing of taking control over your words and actions.

So you couldn’t help the sneer on your face when Jamil said with a smile, “Oh there’s no need. It’s my duty to do at least this much. I’ve been doing this for so long that I get uncomfortable if I don’t this.”

“Ah, but Jamil,” dear, dear Kalim leaned from around the corner, wet rag at hand to assist in drying the forks and spoons, “I’ve noticed you’ve been stressed out lately, so you have to take a break.”

Courtesy of you, of course. Compared to the regular campus, cleaning Scarabia was absolutely heavenly and left Jamil with little to nothing to do. He’s not lying about being stressed when he’s not doing everything.

“Kalim, what did I say about being in the kitchen?” Jamil sighs as he reaches for your fingers, trying to pry them off but to no avail.

“It’s okay! I’m not cooking. I’m just drying like the Janitor told me to,” you cast Kalim a glance complete with a raised eyebrow, “Oh right! Jamil! You need to sleep! And that’s an order!”

Good boy. Now will Jamil follow suit in being a good boy as well?

The force of Jamil’s turning head had him swinging from your grip, “What? Kalim, uh, wait a moment!”

“Go to bed!”

“I’m taking you to bed,” you set Jamil straight with a shake of your hand, gripping Jamil’s chin to force his eyes forward, “And close those eyes and mouth of yours. Wouldn’t want to strain them now, would you?”

You can feel the way his jaw tightened, forced to swallow his pride to continue seeming innocent in front of the other students you’re passing by.

Honestly he could just kick you out at any time. Sure you have connections with the faeries and the staff members, but you can’t be worth it by this point. Is he hoping to find a way to break you down? To taste a victory that he constantly holds himself back from with that act of his?

It's almost cute really, like a school boy trying to beat his rival because he has a crush on them.

[dino-cattivo]

Pray for me, cos I won't pray for you

My fic for the @the-centennial-husbands-bigbang!

The amazing art for this fic was done by @jeniidrawsshit and oh my god I love it so so much. It is just so amazing.

LINK TO THE ART!!! GO CHECK IT OUT!!

Pairing: Hob/Dream

Rating: mature

Word Count: 40,657

Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Eventual Happy Ending, Blood, Canon-Typical Violence, gore like the dinner episode, The Corinthian is His Own Warning (The Sandman), Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Attempted Sexual Assault, Blood and Injury, Alternate Universe - Mob, Organized Crime, Hob joins the mafia, Self Confidence Issues, Hob Gadling Loves Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, POV Hob Gadling, Hob Gadling Needs A Hug, Misunderstandings

Summery: After their fight in 1889 Hob falls in with a bad crowd thanks to a boy that reminds him of Robyn. He tries to stop his descent into crime not wanting to be reduced to being nothing more than a murderer again. But eh fails. Compared to all the live he ends helping to guard a basement is tame. If only Corinthian, the right hand man of his employer, would stop flirting with him despite being turned down multiple times already.

Chapter 1 under the cut. Will repost the next chapters as reblog because of word limit.

~1889~

“You knew Lady Johanna. You know, Lushing Lou. You know everyone, don't you?” Hob asked in wonder. He may not know who or rather what his stranger was, but he could never help but be amazed by everything he could do. Sometimes when he laid awake, unable to catch sleep, he came up with the wildest theories about the man. He imagines him being a vampire, a fae, and even considered an old god from Greece. But he would never know, as his stranger never revealed anything about himself, not even his name. 

It felt unfair in a way. Him knowing everything about Hob, while Hob got nothing. It had crossed his mind to be petty, to keep things to himself, go against their deal in a way. But Hob couldn’t stop himself from telling the man whatever he could when they saw each other, eager to be able to share.  

“I saw her again, you know.”

“Who? Lady Johanna?” Worry flared up. He knew his stranger was fine, sitting across the table from him. He also knew the man was strong enough to protect himself. But he couldn’t help wanting to be there, to protect, to keep his stranger safe, even at the cost of his own freedom.

“She undertook a task for me and succeeded admirably, I might add.”

Jealousy, burning hot, filling his veins. He tried to tamper it down, to net let it get to him, but he couldn’t help himself. All the time he had wanted nothing more than to get close to his stranger, to prove his worth, and now he had offered that chance to someone else. He had chosen someone who had hunted them down and tried to do harm instead of someone he shared centuries of friendship with.

It hurt. 

Although, could he hold it against his stranger? The man knew Hob for so long, knew what he has done, knew all his failures during his long life. So it was no wonder he didn’t trust Hob enough to ask him for a favor. His voice was filled with self-loathing as he spoke. “That might be the only thing I've learned after 500 years. People are almost always better than you think they are. Not me, though. Still the same as ever.”

“I think perhaps you've changed.” Hob’s heart started beating faster at the other’s words. Did he really think so? Hob wished it was true. He wants to change, to be good, worthy of his stranger.

“Well, I may have learned a bit from my mistakes. But, uh… doesn't seem to stop me from making them. I think it's you that's changed.”

“How so?”

Hob should shut up now and be content with what he had, seeing the man he had fallen for every hundred years. He should not press the issue, no matter how desperate he was to be acknowledged by the other. But Hob had never been smart when it came to things he desired.

“I think I know why we still meet here, century after century. It's not because you want to see whether or not I'm ready to seek death. I don't think I'll ever seek death. By now, you know that about me. So, I think you're here for something else.”

“And what might that be?” His stranger looked curious at that. Hob liked the look as it meant he had done something to surprise the man.

“Friendship. I think you're lonely.” And in true Hob fashion, he managed to put his foot in his mouth. He knew the moment he had spoken, he had made a mistake. It was the truth, but the wording was just unfortunate and way too blunt. And not at all how he had planned to breach the topic.

“You dare…”

“No, look, I'm not saying–,” Hob tried to backpedal, but it was too late. “You… dare suggest one such as I might need your companionship.”

“Yes. Yes, I do.”

Maybe despite Hob’s foolish approach, there was a chance all of this still had a good outcome, and they would get closer. “Then I shall take my leave of you and prove you wrong.” Or maybe not. Hob sprang up from his chair and chased after his stranger as the man strode out of the tavern. The man couldn’t do this. If he wanted or not, they were friends. You didn’t just storm off and leave your friends behind.

“I'll tell you what, I'll be here in 100 years' time. If you're here then, too, it'll be because we're friends. No other reason, right?” He was met by silence as his stranger didn’t seem fit to answer and just disappeared. 

“Fսck.” 

~1897~

He was pissed, absolutely livid. Who did he think he was? He had no right to speak to Hob like this, no matter how powerful he was. That was not how things worked. You couldn’t be an asshole like that and expect people to stick around. Hob didn’t need him. They saw each other only every hundredth years, and even then the stranger often didn’t have time for Hob and fucked off with someone else. So what if Shakespeare was famous now? Hob would still have been better company back then. No, he didn’t need the man. He would make new friends. Better ones.

~1936~

Okay, so maybe mistakes had been made and Hob should have chosen his words more carefully. That was on him. His stranger still shouldn’t have exploded like this and should rather have tried to talk things out like a grown up, but still – Hob hadn’t been entirely blameless in the situation.

When they saw each other the next time he would have to apologize and maybe then they could laugh together about the stupid fight. Or well, Hob had never seen his stranger laugh, couldn’t even imagine it. He would settle for a smirk then.

~1983~

Anxiety was settled deep in his chest. What if his stranger proved him wrong. What if he didn’t show, determined to not give in. Hob had no way of finding him. He didn’t even know who he was looking for. What would Hob even do? Nothing besides showing up in the White Horse every hundred years and praying at some point his stranger would forgive him and come for him. 

Once more, he felt powerless in their relationship. It was the whole reason why he had even started the fight, wanting to know more, anything about his stranger. He didn’t want to be on equal footing, knowing it would never be, but he wanted something that was his. He didn’t want to be just another amusement the man had, but to mean at least something to the other. 

Tears sprung to his eyes as he hit his desk in frustration. It was unfair. The stranger meant too much to him, was such a big part of his life, and Hob didn’t even know if he was the only immortal he kept. Maybe Shakespeare was out there under a new name, living his best life and meeting his stranger more often than every hundredth years. And there was nothing Hob could do about it, no way for him to even find out.

Knowing he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on any more work, he gathered his documents and put them in a briefcase before leaving the empty office and making his way through the dark street. They were in the progress of having the gas street-lamps replaced by electrical once, but it was slow progress. And during it many streets stayed dark, since repairing gaslights when they were about to be replaced was a waste of resources according to the major. Hob didn’t care too much, he didn’t fear the dark.

He should have.

A dark figure stepped in front of him, barely noticeable in the moonlight. Turning around to run, he saw another figure blocking the other exit of the street and walking towards Hob. A flash of metal in the dark, a weapon. Hob swallowed, not because he was scared, he had survived much worse, but because it spelled trouble, and he couldn’t risk anyone finding out he was immortal. Not with times changing and hiding who he was becoming more and more difficult.

“Your money or your life,” Hob had to suppress a snort at the nasal voice. Ah, criminals, always the same no matter how many centuries passed. He remembered the time well, when he was in the other's position, stopping the carriages of rich folks and demanding the valuables. He had used the exact same words. Although, he guessed there was no much need for flair when it came to such simple matters.

“Alright, I will give you what I have. Please don’t hurt me,” Hob held up his hands, talking calm and trying not to provoke them. He couldn’t die, sure, but being stabbed hurt like a freaking bitch. Hob would rather part with some cash he had on hand and his watch. Nothing holding real value to him, and easy enough to replace. 

So very slowly and telegraphing his movement clearly, he reached inside his coat and pulled out his wallet, holding it out until it was snatched from his fingers. Next was his watch that got the same treatment. And still Hob was well-behaved, not struggling, calm and cooperating. He gave no reason for the situation to escalate, giving his robbers all chances to just leave now with their loot.

Which was why Hob was so surprised when pain exploded at the side of his head. He stumbled, his knee hitting the pavement, his palm getting scratched as he caught himself. Blinking, he tried to lift the haze from his thoughts as he looked up at the two shapes hovering above him. 

It was only instincts, honed through centuries with conflicts, that saved him, his head ducking automatically as he heard the swish of metal through the air. But just because the knife didn't slash his face didn't mean he was safe, as he was not as fortunate in avoiding the kick to his side. He cried out as pain exploded in his ribs. Every fiber of his being wanted him to curl up and protect his soft belly, but he forced down this instinct with gritted teeth. 

No, if you wanted to survive, you had to fight with everything you got. Using the momentum of the kick, he stumbled back to his feet, and got some distance between himself and the attackers. Despite the throbbing in his head, he now could see them more clearly, that was not the face of someone just messing around. No, they wore big smiles, and were enjoying his pain. They wouldn't stop. At least not on their own. 

One of them, heavy dark coat, spindly frame, soon ran towards Hob, knife in hand. Amateur movements. Hob stepped forward, getting close, deflected the blade by smacking the other's arm. His knee meets the other's stomach, sending him down. Before he could make sure he stayed down the other man, this one smaller but wider, jumped on him, and they tumbled to the ground.

That was fine. Hob knew how to wrestle and had the other in a chokehold in seconds. Still two against one, but he kicked out the legs of the man running towards him to tear him off his friend.

The body was suddenly in free-fall, arms whirling trying to get back balance. 

Then a sickening crunch and Hob froze.  

He had heard it often during his lifetime. He had sworn he would no longer be the cause of it. 

Looking over, he didn't need to see the neck bend in an awkward position to know the man was gone. 

Hob had killed him. He hadn't meant to, it had been an accident. But he had killed someone. 

After all the lifetime he had lead and all the killing and dying he had done, he had wanted to be done with it. He just wanted to live in peace and do let others do the same. But now he had ripped someone else out of their life. How could he live with himself knowing what he had just done. 

“Chris,” the man, Hob was still entangled on the ground with, cried out and struggled to free himself. Hob helped him as best as he could now that he was no longer in danger of being attacked. 

Getting up himself, he saw the man kneeling next to the body crying, shaking it and begging for Chris to open his eyes. The man didn’t. They never did. Once someone was gone, there was nothing you can do, no matter how you cried out to your stranger to spare them. 

Suddenly the man got up, swinging at Hob, but in his grief it had become uncoordinated and Hob easily stopped the punch. 

“You murderer! You killed him!”

He hadn’t meant to. And it wouldn’t have happened if they hadn’t attacked him. But pointing that out wouldn’t help, as the man would not listen to reason. He wanted someone to be angry at, to blame, to lessen his own guilt. And Hob was the perfect target. Hob stopped the other punch and just held on as the man cried. It was the least Hob could do.

There was the sound of footsteps in the distance, spooking the man, and he ripped himself free and started stumbling away. Hob didn’t stop him, just sitting down on the ground next to the cooling body and waited. He should probably call the police, but he couldn’t bring himself to move, so he just waited. How long he didn’t know, but at some point steps came closer and when he looked up Hob could see men in uniform entering the alley. The police has arrived. 

Hob didn’t resist when he was dragged up and cold iron snapped around his wrist. Neither when he was pulled away. Everything was a blur. He didn’t remember how they made it to the station, just that he found himself in a chair, an officer sitting on the other side of the desk staring him down.

He was asked questions he can’t answer, the full name of the victim, their relationship and most of all why he did it. All Hob can say is, it was an accident, I didn’t mean to, they attacked me first, I just tried to defend myself, then he fell. Over and over, he repeats it like a mantra. Something to hang on when everyone wants to make him believe he did it on purpose. When their words make him question himself. 

I didn’t mean to. It was an accident. I was just defending myself.

He didn’t know how much time has passed, there was no clock in the room nor window. His voice was rough and black spots dance on the edge of his vision, they hadn’t bothered giving him a glass of water. The blood in his hair from the first swing he took was dry and flaking off every time he shakes his head in denial. His ribs throb with every breath.

He was about to just nod, accept whatever they said if it meant he will be thrown into a cell where he could lay down and close his eyes. It would ruin his life, but wouldn’t that be right after what he had done? A few years of suffering was the least he deserved. Especially since he unlike others had the option to start anew after faking his death.

His downward spiral was stopped by a man bargain in, under loud protests of some officers. The man’s briefcase hit the desk hard, and Hob flinched back at the loud noise.

“Don’t say anything,” sharp blue eyes drilled into Hob’s making him cower at the imposing figure in front of him. The man commanded respect, not because of the nice suit he was wearing or the expensive jewelry or because he was even taller than Hob, but in the way he held himself, his presence filling the whole room. 

So Hob shut his mouth. It was not like anyone was really listening to what he had to say anyway. And not speaking would be good for the scratching in his throat. His fate now would be decided if the new person was a friend or someone wanting to drag him down. Hob didn’t have the strength to fight anymore.

“You,” the man whirled on the officer, making him duck on instinct, only to puff up and try to make himself more imposing when he noticed. “Tell me how it comes that you had him in here for 8 hours and couldn’t even be bothered to give him a glass of water nor give him medical attention? Where are we? At the witch trials,” Hob flinched hard at the words, remembering the trials only too well. Back then he had broken as well, admitting to anything as long as it meant the pain would end. 

To his surprise, the stranger pushed his briefcase further on the desk, blocking Hob’s slumped form from view and gave him at least a bit of privacy as he fought with his demons.

“He killed a man! What do you expect? A fluffed up pillow and a three-course meal?”

“Human decency!” The officer was now absolutely cowering under the pressure, despite his best efforts. “Or are you that desperate you couldn’t take the 10 minutes to have him checked over? Maybe because you know you don’t have a case?”

“Bullshit! I know you love to put your nose where it doesn’t belong, Mr. Henderson. He killed the guy. We found him next to the corpse, and he admitted it was him who made the deceased fall.”

“And wasn’t he also quite persistence that the deceased and another man were the once attacking him, and he was just defending himself? Or are you just going to ignore that? So I suggest instead of harassing the victim, you should rather be out there looking for the second attacker.”

And the officer, despite his complaints and grumbling, got up and left the room. There was no way to know if he was really searching for the other attacker, and if there was even a chance to find the man with how little information Hob had been able to give, but getting a breather was enough for Hob.

His head laid on the desk, the cold helping against his headache, and he just rested his eyes for a moment. He heard movement but ignored Mr. Henderson for now. Or at least he tried to, but the man kneeled down next to Hob’s chair and his hand laid on Hob’s knee. 

Blinking his eyes back open was an effort, but Hob managed and looked down at the concerned eyes looking up at him.

“Mr. Gadling, I wish could say it will be alright, but your situation doesn’t look good. But rest assured, I will do anything in my power to get you out of this.”

“I don’t think I have the money to pay your commission,” Hob was not poor. But the last years after he had fought with his friend, he had let himself go. Gambling, and throwing money at unnecessary luxuries just because he could. When he had pulled his head out of his ass, he had already spent most of his fortune and was now living like the middle class. Not bad, but not enough to pay a man wearing jewelry that could feed a family for at least a year.

“Don’t worry about money. Just focus on getting through this.”

Hob snorted, so either once he was out the man would make demands to be paid back another way, forcing Hob into his servitude, or he was just plain stupid. Saying that straight to the man’s face was not the best idea, but the man just laughed.

“Personally, I see myself as someone just trying to do the right thing, reforming the misdeeds in the justice system.”

So, delusional. But Hob could work with that. And having a delusional lawyer was better than not having one at all, so accepting the help would be best.

“The biggest problem is all we have to confirm your story is your word. Even if the police showed an ounce of competence and finds the other robber, he will tell his own story.” Hob knew all that. He didn’t know why the other even bothered, since there was no way he would get out of here. Not with everyone in the station being hellbent on making sure he went to prison. But at least he got to go to a holding cell for now and take a nap until Mr. Henderson would return the next day. 

And return he did with a big smile on his face. The police had not found the other robber, but they had found a woman hanging around the alleyway, and with a bit of pressure she had admitted to seeing the whole thing backing up Hob’s story. The officers complained and tried to poke holes in his defense, but in the end they had no other option but to accept that his actions had been to defend his own life. 

Things dragged on, Hob being pushed from one cell to the other as people discussed his fate. Mr. Henderson, please call me Edward, was there every step of the way and the only reason why Hob didn’t fell apart. 

Still, Hob couldn’t believe it when the judge finally spoke the words not guilty, and he was stepping into the sun. Till the last moment he had waited for the second shoe to drop, for someone to jump out and present new evidence sending him to jail.

Turning to Edward standing beside him, smiling brightly, he couldn’t help himself, but pulling the man into his arms and thanking him under tears. The man had been there for him, like a true friend, and if he ever needed it, Hob would be there for him in return.

He had lost his stranger, but he was not alone. There were good people out there, just waiting for him. All Hobs had to do was open his heart and accept them. 

With this being over, Hob could move on with his life. Things finally looked up. Or they did until he found out he had no longer a job because of his long absence and his old boss was unwilling to hire a killer despite Hob being proclaimed not guilty. Hob didn’t understand it, but he was unwilling to start a fight. He could find someplace else. Only words of his case had spread through the whole city, and no one was willing to hire him. And without a job there was no money which meant he would be unable to pay his upcoming rent.

But nothing he tried worked. The only positions willing to hire him wouldn’t even make a dent in his rent, even if he had three jobs. And with the housing shortage, there was no place else he could live that would be cheaper. He could move, somewhere no one knew him. But he couldn’t bring himself to leave London. This was his home, where his only friend lived. And he had to be here in a few years to be at the White Horse in case his stranger returned. 

He could ask Edward for help, but he didn’t want it to seem he was just after the other's money. Especially with Edwards business taking a major hit after a person he was defending was proven guilty. Hob tried to help as best as he could behind closed doors but knew he couldn’t do more since it wouldn’t look good on Edward if he was seen with Hob. 

It was a major point of friction. Edward didn’t care about his reputation and had no trouble inviting Hob out for dinner or even hiring him. But Hob refusing frustrated him, especially when Hob even declined his money, despite Edward knowing how much Hob was struggling. He just wanted to support his best friend and being unable to do so and just having to watch how he made himself smaller and smaller, shrinking under all negative attention focused on him angered him.

Their love for each other made them want the best for each other. And it tore their friendship apart. They were unable to spend time together without a disagreement, and then their friendship ended in a big fight. 

And it was Hob fault. He always said the wrong thing, turning away the people he cared about. First his stranger now Edward. Maybe he was meant to be alone.

But the world didn’t stop for his emotional turmoil. The rent needed to be paid, now especially since there was no longer a friend who would have a place on their sofa for Hob to sleep on. And Hob really needed to keep a roof over his head. 

He was terrified of ending back on the street. He did it once, and it was the worst time of his life. Just a nightmare of pain, suffering, anger, blood, and a desperate fight for survival. He knew getting back up once you were so far down was almost impossible. He couldn’t let it get this far. Not if there was something he could do. Even if it means he had to let go of his pride.

The first time wasn’t planed. Was just walking, trying to clear his head and finding a way out. The window was open, everything else dark, and no car in the driveway. He knew it was wrong, he should be better than this. 

He climbed the fence and slipped through the window, heart beating fast as he listened for any sign of life inside the house. Nothing. Sneaking around, he grabbed anything of value. 

Ten minutes later he was out, pockets heavy, and on his way to the pawnshop. It was not enough to pay the rent but enough to satisfy his landlord getting another week before he would be kicked out. 

It made him think about how easy it had been. And how little effort had taken to get the money. And it was not as if he hadn’t tried other options. It was them, society, not giving him a choice. If they had just given him a job, he wouldn’t be in this position. It was their fault, not his. 

And it was not as if he had hurt anyone. A few valuables were gone. And? They could replace it, their house had been nice enough they could afford a small loss like that.

Yes. It was the least all of them deserved for letting him down like this. He would just take what he needed to survive. And it was only temporary until he was back on his feet. They all thought he was a murderer, a bit of stealing was nothing in comparison.

It became a routine, going on nightly strolls and returning with his pocket full. He was good at it. Always knew when someone was home or not, avoided being seen when he made his way inside, and didn’t spend a second longer inside than he had to.

No one had to know what Hob did. Well except, the pawnshop owner, but he didn’t say anything and just gave Hob a price much under the actual value of the items. Hob was fine with that. Paying hush money was better than being ratted out to the police. Especially since the police so far had no idea he even existed. There was always breaking and entering, and he chose his targets so far apart there was no connection. The cops had better things to do than chasing a criminal that didn’t cause real harm. And Hob liked things that way. He had managed to avoid prison once, he didn’t want to risk it, especially since this time there would be no Edward bailing him out.

His rent was paid, he had food in his belly and a new coat. Life was good. Or it should be. There was still the guilt nagging at him that all of this wasn’t his. That he had stolen it and it was wrong. But with every failed attempt to find another source of income, he fell deeper into his ways. It was just too easy. Until weeks passed by without him searching for a legitimate job. 

~1989~

He started hating the man he was becoming. Or rather, he was returning to. He had thought he had become better, had changed. But now he was back at square one. Just a lowlife surviving by harming others. He didn’t want to be like this.

But there was still hope. One last chance to turn things around. Hob may not have the best moral compass – if he had any at all- but his stranger always knew right from wrong. Even before society or law. It had taken him to tell Hob for Hob to realize slavery was wrong. Today it was unthinkable, but back then it has just been how things were. And even then his stranger had known it was wrong. Hob just had to tell him, and his stranger would set him right and correct Hob’s course for the next 100 years.

Yes, all Hob had to do was meet his friend and things would be okay. So he drove to the White Horse in a car he had stolen, full of excitement in the prospect of the weight leaving his chest. He would do better, become good. To get his stranger approval.

But the longer he sat there, alone, the worse he felt. It looked like this was his stranger's answer. They were never and never would be friends. Hob was alone, on his own. There was no one who cared. No one who had any expectations, everyone had given up on him. Why should he even try? If there was no one to judge him, why not make things easy for himself?

Things escalate from there, as there is nothing holding Hob back. So what if the houses he breaks into now are not from some rich fucks but middle class as well? They had shunned him just as well. And their security was a lot laxer. Also, less to steal, but it was enough. And then there was someone home, but the house was way too good to pass up on. But it was okay, he would just be quiet. 

A good plan if not for the man of the house stepping out of his bed to get a glass of water just as Hob was clearing out their silver drawer. They looked at each other frozen, and Hob was glad for the hat and the scarf hiding most of his face. 

Before the other could too much than let out a shocked shout, Hob had jumped over the counter and tackled him to the ground, choking him until he lost conscious. When the wife appeared in the doorway, he was prepared, knocking her unconscious.

He used things found around the house to bind them to two chairs and gag them, before taking his time emptying their whole house. They would call the police anyway, Hob could at least make it worth it. And worth it, it was. He left the pawnshop with a big bundle of cash.

And if he spotted some rich folks taking a shortcut through a dark allay, well then it was their own fault, since they had begged for it. You couldn’t blame Hob for standing there with a knife demanding their valuables in a sick play on the situation that had started this whole thing. But other than his attackers back then, he was just after the money. Once he had what he wanted, he let his victims go unharmed. 

He didn’t kill. That was a line he would never cross again. And if he had to attack someone or render them unconscious, he did it with causing as little harm as possible. It was something which baffled the police and press alike, as they couldn’t decide if he was a monster or a gentleman thief. It was kinda amusing reading about people losing their mind trying to figure him out. Especially since it was that easy. He was just someone no longer following societies rules and just living by his own codex, doing whatever he pleased.

Even if this codex was completely screwed. Like right now, still blood on his knuckles from having to knock someone out who resisted, but being offended by a bunch of teens ganging up on a gangly little thing. It just strokes him wrong, seeing something like this. 

But it is not his problem. There is no need to get involved.

Or at least it wasn’t until the boy rose his head and looked straight at Hob. Dark brown eyes, with hair of the same color. But that was not what stopped Hob in his tracks. He looked just like Robyn. Well, not exactly, it was more the vibes he was giving up. But Hob couldn’t stop seeing his son laying there on the ground beaten and bloody, his tormentors surrounding him.

He moved before he really thought about it. 

His fist connected with the nose of the guy to the left. The bone crunched under the impact and the guy stumbled back, shouting in pain. That got the attention of the rest of his group, who instantly stepped in to avenge their friend. With no option to back out of this anymore, Hob just went with the flow and beat everyone getting into punching distance. They had the numbers, but they were untrained and rather stood in each other's way than taken advantage and overpowering Hob. Which leads to Hob standing between fallen bodies, breathing heavy and blood on his shirt but mostly unharmed beside a few bruises. 

Walking over to the fallen boy, he saw him flinch. Hob hadn’t meant to scare him, although the display of violence must have been frightening. But he didn’t feel comfortable leaving him sitting on the ground with unknown injuries, especially since his attackers would get up soon. 

He wanted to gain the boy's trust, but Hob had forgotten how to be comforting and soft. Hadn’t had need for it in years. Even for Edward, he had not managed to bring back that part of himself. Which was just as well because Edward liked his brash and direct way.

But now he tried, crouching down, holding out his hands and speaking softly. “It's okay. I took care of them,” well, he tried. He failed miserably, sounding more threatening than reassuring, but he had tried. How had he managed to deal with Robyn without frightening the child? He couldn’t remember. And wasn’t that sad? Not remembering this everyday life with his son, only holding some special memories close to his heart while the rest faded?

Knowing that his presence would only distress the boy more, he got up and turned to leave. He would just call the police to check things out, once he was far enough away. Only there was a tug on his pant leg and turning he saw the boy grasping the fabric with shaking fingers. The big teary eyes looking up at Hob broke his heart, and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning down again and pulling the boy into his arms. Crying and wailing filled the alley, but the boy clung to Hob desperately. 

Carrying him into his arm and towards Hob’s apartment, reminded Hob of the times Robyn had been unable to sleep and Hob had walked through the whole house with the child in his arm to keep him calm, while Elenore watched them with a smile. He had forgotten it until his actions pulled the memory back up.

Entering his building, he sat the boy on his sofa and retrieved his extensive med-kit. Being unable to die meant treating injuries yourself that would bring up questions, going to the hospital. He didn’t need much of it to treat the boy. The injuries had looked worse than they actually were. A bloody nose, bruising, scratched hands and knees, a gash close to his hairline that luckily didn’t need stitches, and a cracked wrist. 

Once the task was done, Hob looked at the boy awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

“You want tea?” You could never go wrong with tea. The boy nodded and Hob set to work, returning with two mugs of tea.

“Thank you,” the voice was shy and soft. But at least the shaking had stopped as the kid started to relax.

“Don’t worry about it,” Hob meant it. Neither the tea nor stepping in had been much trouble, and Hob had done it for his own piece of mind. There was no need t thank him.

Hob swirled the tea in his mug, not knowing what to say. Should he give the kid money for a taxi? Take him home? Offer him the sofa for tonight? Hob didn’t know. 

Luckily for him, the boy was not as incapable of social interaction as he was.

“My name is Georgie Baldwin. What about you.”

“Hob,” he didn’t give a last name. The less the boy knew, the better it was for him with the life Hob lived.

“Thank you for saving me, Hob,” the boy put down his empty mug, hugged Hob and then left the apartment before Hob could compose himself. He looked at the closed door not understanding what exactly had happened, but then he just shrugged. Another weird day in his weird life. No need to think deeper about it. It was not as if hew would see the boy ever again.

After cleaning up the medical equipment, he laid in bed, unable to sleep. 

The encounter had brought up memories of a happier time. It made him realize just how lonely he felt. There was a gnawing emptiness in his chest, where his heart once was. He wanted someone to be there for him, to greet him when he got home, to care if he made it home. He didn’t want t be alone anymore. But every time he tried he messed up and ended up back alone. It was better to not try, and be disappointed rather than to suffer.

But knowing that didn’t fill the emptiness in his chest and no matter how much he tried he didn’t find any rest. Which left him cranky and short temperate when he stomped to the door, mug with extra strong coffee in hand, to tell whoever was on the other side to fuck off. Throwing the door open, he came face to face with the kid from yesterday.

The door banged close, as Hob didn’t have the patience to deal with whatever bullshit this was. Instead, he took a big swing of his coffee, cursed as it burned his tongue, and debated if a nice fluffy omelet was worth the effort of actually making it. 

His doorbell chimed again.

Hadn’t he been clear enough in his dismissal? But no, when he opened the door, the boy was still standing there smiling at him. What a prick. But not stupid, as he held out a bag that smelled heavenly of backed goods as bribery. 

With his stomach grumbling, Hob admitted defeat and took the bag, leaving the door open as he stepped inside. The boy had already been here, it wouldn’t do any harm to let him in. But Hob was not in the mood to play good host right now and didn’t offer any tea or coffee. Ripping open the bag, he found muffins and chocolate croissants. All things considered, it was a good bribe.

Humming happily, he dug in as the boy sat down watching him carefully. 

“So what so you want kid?” 

“It’s Georgie,” the way the kid pouted was kinda cute. He must have old ladies want to feed him all over town. “I want you to teach me how to fight.” Hob choked on the bit of croissant. He couldn’t say if it was his immortality or Georgie slapping his back that prevented him from entering the sunless lands. Whipping tears out of his eyes, he looked at the kid as if he had lost his mind.

“Are you completely crazy? Why would you ask me?”

 “The way you fought was amazing. Please, I want to be able to do it too.”

“Hard pass. Why the heck should I teach a brat?”

“I can pay you,” the kid dove for his pocket and placed a stack of bills on the table. It was no small amount. So, a rich brat. Well, it was not as Hob really needed money with how well his business was going. And he would rather not involve the kid by accident. If he went down for his actions it was one thing but dragging a kid down with him was completely different. And if he gave in now, he just knew the kid would one day rob houses side by side with him.

“Pass. Go home kid. You are young and have a bright life ahead of you. There is no need to get involved with the likes of me.”

“But what if they come back?! I need to be able to defend myself,” Hob just groaned as this was just playing unfair. Especially since it was a fair point. The bullies had found him once, and there was no guarantee they wouldn’t do worse when Hob was not close by to step in. It was just unfair. Hob was not responsible for the kid, could barely remember his name. But he had made it his responsibility when he stepped in. The least he could do was see things through now.

“Okay fine. I will teach you self-defense. Nothing more. And you will stay out of my business.”

“Deal,” the kid smiled brightly as he held out his hand for Hob to shake. Knowing that one day he would regret this Hob took the offered hand.

[jojotichakorn]

I gotta ask peem now yk

of course, i did phum first - we can't have one without the other 😌

choose a character and ask about my headcanons here, if you like

🏳️‍🌈 a sexuality headcanon

gay.

🏳️‍⚧️ a gender headcanon

a cis boy.

🧸 a headcanon about their childhood

he always spent a lot of time with his aunt pui, and whenever she came over, he dragged her to his room and just talked her ear off about anything and everything that comes to mind.

👻 a headcanon about what scares them

he doesn't really have any traditional phobias i don't think. psychologically, he is definitely afraid of getting hurt, which is something that prevents him from doing certain things he really wants to on occasion.

🎶 a headcanon about music

he listens to music a lot, and his playlist is mostly indie rock and indie pop.

💤 a headcanon about their sleep

he is usually a night owl and spends a lot of time scrolling oh his phone before finally going to sleep.

💝 a headcanon about their love language

physical touch all the way. there might be a lot of things he says or does with phum that he doesn't really mean, but the one thing that always oozes honesty is how close he wants to be to him in a literal sense. and they like literally cannot stop kissing. at this point i think the same way sharks can't stop moving or they'll die, peem can't stop kissing phum or he'll die.

🫂 a friendship headcanon

he is insanely extroverted. he is the type of person to just randomly start talking to people in a long queue. he has way too many people on his instagram close friends list, because he is just the kind of person to add you there after you hung out once. he pretty much always "knows a guy".

💔 an angsty headcanon

my man is extremely insecure and that specifically stems from him comparing himself to others. whether it be him comparing his art to q's, or comparing his own lack of romantic experience with his friends' already long list of partners. all this often makes him feel inadequate, untalented, undesirable, unlikeable.

🪢 a headcanon about their family

i think he has a pretty neutral relationship with his parents. they aren't particularly close, but there's also not anything necessarily horrific that they've done. he lives with aunt pui because, like i mentioned, i headcanon them as having been very close his whole life, and he wants to help her around the cafe as well.

📓 a headcanon about their hobbies

i think he is really into art history specifically. just in his free time, he researches artists' biographies, watches documentaries, etc.

👗 a headcanon about their clothes

truly does not care about fashion.

🔪 a headcanon relating to fighting/violence

he's the type of person to kick you in the balls, if you've done something wrong, but then he doesn't really fight. i don't imagine him caught up with someone, fists swinging.

🌟 a headcanon about their desires/wishes

i think a big part of why he wants his painting in the gallery is because the self-worth that he does have all comes from external validation. like, a lot of people initially think he is really confident, but that's because we keep seeing him around friends. being a good friend is something he is confident about, because he has so many friends and this wonderful tight-knit group of close friends as well, so - through external validation - he gets the confirmation of being "good at friendship" (something both normal to want and possible to achieve). he needs the same thing in other areas of life, or he just isn't confident in them. so, coming back to his wish to be hung up in the gallery, it's not really about recognition or more people seeing his work, it's mostly just about that confirmation that he is good enough for it.

🥇 a headcanon about what they’re best at

funnily enough, it is friendship. his social skills are through the fucking roof.

🍫 a headcanon about food

the reason why he's bad at cooking is because his parents never taught him how to, and aunt pui always wants to cook for him, so he's never really needed to learn with her there.

🎭 a headcanon about what they lie about

a lot of skirting around the truth with his feelings towards phum for sure. not so much that we (or at this point even phum) aren't confident in what those feelings are, but still.

❤️‍🔥 a romantic headcanon

he secretly wants to be romantic, but it kinda feels like learning to ride a bike or swim for the first time as an adult. a bit weird and awkward and it feels like everyone's watching you and you're about to do the wrong thing. the longer phumpeem date, the more comfortable peem will get with making romantic gestures though.

💄 an appearance headcanon

he's gonna get a piercing in one ear in a couple of years.

🖕 a headcanon relating to anger

he is really quick to anger and can occasionally blow up.

😺 an animal related headcanon

he loves cats and dogs equally, and is very confused at the cat person / dog person debate.

😭 a headcanon about the worst thing that happened to them

i guess you could say no one confessing to having a crush on him at school. to be honest, that on its own isn't a bad thing at all, but the way he sees himself as a result of it really sucks and fucks a lot of things up for him and his romantic relationship.

😶 a random headcanon!

i'm gonna indulge myself and say his favourite painter is van gogh.

[ghostlspirit]

|| male!Yandere x gender neutral!reader ||

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tw: Yandere tendencies (it gets worse progressively yet still pretty tame maybe probably) Embarrassing moments, semi-stalking,

notes: PART 2!! My exams are killing me but this was fun to write lol. Maybe a little cringe at the end, but I'm still new to this so whatever! English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes or errors. Hope you enjoy~

Masterlist

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You became friends

Well.. If you could call this wierd relationship "friendship". Maybe it's more like "still strangers" or if you're generous, "acquaintances". You haven't spoken since that one morning, not that you minded. If every conversation with him is that awkward and uncomfortable, you'd prefer it the way it is right now. I mean, you still don't know his name and he doesn't know yours.

You still see him regularly by the train station, and when your eyes meet, you give a small smile to acknowledge his presence, sometimes combined with a nod. He always smiles back, with a nod on his own. It's kind of become your greeting. Yet that's all there is, no desire to approach each other or strike awkward conversation, as you guys still mind your own business.

When you're in a good mood, and don't lack the confidence, you even give a small wave or show a peace sign. He always seems to smile brighter after that. You got used to him, and he slowly got used to you too.

What more is there to desire?

Fabian finds you wired, in a good way though? You're just so... normal? Maybe even below normal, but still nothing that strikes you as abnormal. At first, he thought you might be a stalker, or some wierdo with a crush on him. But after the whole spiel of you avoiding him, he thought otherwise. You're just some random person, with a painful case of social anxiety. Like, he judges you, compares you to others and such. Fabian tries to find a reason to stop finding you interesting, trying to find a reason to ignore and avoid you. He kind of has a reason already, (that being your awkward encounter) but he denys it. It doesn't count.

And just when he thought he figured you out, you suprise him the next day. Like today. He thought you were more of a cat person, yet you seem to stare at the golden retriever a little too enthusiasticly. "Maybe you like animals in general?" Or the other time - your habit of drumming with your hands - he thought he figured out your usual rythym, as it seems to be the same one every time. "Maybe your favourite song?" He tried to memorize it, even to a point where he repeated it throughout the day absentmindedly, trying to find the song it's supposed to fit, and annoying his co-workers in the process. Yet he couldn't find it. And the next month it was another rythym, faster and wilder. "Just what songs are you listening to?" Or the one time you nearly fell asleep in your seat, barely being conscious. The next morning you seemed perfectly fine. "You have an inconsistent sleeping schedule...?"

No, this isn't wired. He's just cursed with observant eyes, always noticing the littlest details people often try to hide. No, it's not like Sherlock, and yes, he does have hobbies. He just likes watching people and judge guess what their life is like. What kind of people they are, and what makes them tick.

Because of that, he exells at marketing and sales. He knows what people want or what their dislikes are, and can adapt quickly to that. He's in high position in his department, but not the CEO. Just a well paid office job overseeing and managing the lower ranks. You seem like a mystery to him though. Maybe it's because of his job that he's fallen into this... dilemma...with you. He's never really done this outside of work. Fabian compares this as bird watching, you being the bird and he's the watcher. He's also a perfectionist, obvious by his style - neat and tidy. He doesn't like mistakes or incomplete things, reason why he hasn't quit observing you. He's sometimes upset when you appear with your messy morning appearances. "Another rough morning for you? Or do you just not care about appearances that much?"

Fabian nearly collapsed one morning when seeing you. With your pant zippes open. You're just so??? He wonders how you are still alive! And you seem so oblivious to it too!! He doesn't know if he's supposed to laugh or cry as you give him your signature greeting smile. Your hair is a little messy and your eyes look tired, yet your smile is still very bright in his eyes. He bitterly smiles back, unsure what to do.

Was he supposed to tell you? He can't even imagine how he'll start the conversation. "Hey stranger I sometimes meet in the morning. Your pant zippes are open." - Yeah no way. He has a feeling that with your anxiety, he'll chase you away and you'll avoid him again, permanently this time. But he can't just leave it, right? Who knows when you'll realise, and he can imagine than when you do, you'll never show yourself in public ever again.

Maybe he shouldn't interfere at all. It's not his business after all, right? You both are still strangers, bonded over a simple "Are you okay?" but that's it. It shouldn't concern him that much. He shouldn't care that much. He shouldn't be drawn to you like this.

...

He can't resist, huh?

He can feel himself waking up instantly, using his brain to think of a plan, a strategy. If he doesn't approach you with a plan - who knows what'll happen. You're so unpredictable to him! He takes in other passangers position and determents if they also noticed you too. Seems good, everyone is on their phones. Alright, next. You're sitting, your bag besides you, also on your phone, Headphones in, would it be rude to start talking to you? Maybe it'll worsen your mood. Your pant zippers still open on full display. Wait, are those striped underwear...?

He looks away, blood rushing to his head, not something that happens often. Shaking his head he settles with hinting at it and hoping you get the hint. No-one will see the Interaction hopefully as they're all distracted on their phones. He starts with trying to catch your gaze. He stares, waiting for you to feel his eyes on you so you look up, as that seems to be a skill you have. It doesn't take long and you soon have a staring contest again. You can tell he's trying to communicate something, his gaze serious, but you're no psychic so who knows what he wants. "Is he sick or something?" You tilt your head, showing that you have no clue what he's saying. He uses his hands this time, moving and making silhouettes, you still have no idea what he's saying.

He feels blood rush to his cheeks as he shakes his head. Fabian takes a breather, and thinks again, frustrated that you didn't get the massage. "Better to rip of the bandage." You can tell he's contemplating, and when he makes his way over to you, you just confusedly look up to him. He looks at you again, and you can tell hes kind of... nervous? He points at the seat besides you with your bag, probably wanting to sit down. You make space, maybe he's dizzy?

"Are you okay?" you ask quietly, taking out one headphone as this is a very strange situation, again. You looked worried, perhaps he needs to go to the hospital? "Yeah," he quickly answered, licking his lips, shit you're so nice "Just uh,-" he leans over to you, quickly invading your personal space. You move back a little by instinct, making him stop as he whispered relatively close to your ear, goosebumps rising on your neck "sorry, please don't panic. But uhm, You're, uh, pant zippes are, are open...". Your eyes nearly jump out of their sockets, having a physical reaction to the news as you flinch and instantly check, hunching over yourself trying to hide. Yup, he's right.

"Fuck."

"Sorry" he answered, still whispering, as he places his bag on your lap. It's big but relatively light as it hides your whole lower half. You can tell it's expensive. "Here. No-one has or will notice a thing." He looks away out of respect as you take this opportunity to zip your pants finally shut. When you move his bag to him, he noticed your shaking hands. He takes it and sees you instantly hide your face in your hands, ears flushed and bright red. It's like you want to hide from the whole world.

After a few moments you gained the ability to speak again. "Thank you. Than you So. So. Much." You say with a shaky voice "You saved me again, huh?" Your words are a little rushed and slurred. "thank you.". He tears his gaze away and after a few moments he start to chuckle, then laugh. You shrink more into yourself "Is he LAUGHING at me???? SERIOUSLY?!?" He's holding a hand to his mouth, trying to hold in his laughter.

This is just funny to him. Hilarious even. The way his heart is beating rabidly, the rush of euphoria, your face, voice, messy hair - the whole situation with the zipper. "Sorry, haha - it's just, Its just - Phahaha! Why- why are we like this?" Why is he like this? He looks at you with crinkled eyes, face flushed, he has never felt anything like this before. You frown and reluctantly ask "Like what?". He shakes his head, trying to calm himself. Seriously, this feels like out of a comedy show. He kind of doesn't want it to end. "Awkward, embarrassing, uncomfortable, everything!" He proclaims, moving his hands to prove the point. You groan, now hiding your face in your own bag. If you could, you would have punshed him, but he did basically just helped and looked out for you. "Sorry" Is all you could muster - why must you always be so clumsy? Fabian's laughter died down and he takes a deep breath. "No, it's okay. Glad I could help." he reassures as he looks foward again, his head feels hazy after all that laughing. He really can't predict you, just how he never could've imagine his morning going like this. You're just so unique, so different from others.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, feeling like you're being crushed by the world. You feel like you could cry, the humiliation weighting you down. Your heart stings painfully. Taking in a shaky breath you move your body away from him, so that he doesn't see the tears that are threatening to fall. He notices your movement from the corner of his eye and watches you. He really wants to know why he's so drawn to you, but he can't just ask something like that, right? Did you put a spell on him or something? Seconds pass and he pulls out his phone.

You rub your eyes, tears nearly falling but when you open them again there's a screen in front of you. Fabian leans in, shoulders nearly touching as he holds his phone to you, and playing on it is a...cat video? Your tears are forgot as you look up to him, noticing his calm face. "Science when did he smell that nice?" He notices your gaze and answer "Watching funny videos always helped me cheer up. Here, this is my favourite."

You put in the headphone he offeres reluctantly. It plays a cat that tries to jump up a snowy car, yet it failed miserably. The cat leaving a quiet meow as it mades the jump this time, puffing up with pride. But after the cat takes a few steps in the direction to the owner the cat slips and falls again, leaving you snickering at the face it makes. You lean in, shoulders are now touching as he notices your scent. His breath catches and becomes a little uneven, his personal space suddenly dissolved, welcoming you in, as you both start watching the compilation of funny videos.

You let your shoulders relax, the morning sun engulfing you two in a nice blanket of warmth. You bask in this moment of kindness from the stranger as you feel cared for and seen. A stark comparison from the treatment at work you get. His stop is coming soon and before he leaves you leave a genuine "Thank you, I really owe you one."

"It was no problem. Enjoy your day. And...be careful."

With a chuckle, a wave and another thanks from you, he leaves by his stop. He doesn't know when you get off as he doesn't stay longer on the train as necessary, but he wished he stayed longer. The moment was gone too soon. He still doesn't know your name, but now he desperately whishes he does.

Would you two be considered friends now?

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Yay! Part two done! He's oblivious to his actions, what could possibly go wrong? I'm gonna start working on part 3 tomorrow and hopefully get it done quicker than this. And thank you for reading! Have a nice day!

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[sukirichi]

I’m so happy that you are back! I thought I never see the continue of dnd.

Audacity of Suna tho! Can’t believe he upset by y/n new behaviour towards him🤦‍♀️

I can’t believe my wife barely notices me and when she does she glares at me or makes aggressive remarks towards me! Like buh did you think she would be same toward you after she learned the truth about you intention with her and your hold relationship with iris and you humiliated her and hurting her. You were lies about your intentions with her and courting her for 2 years buddy

Also I’m sorry for what I about to say but Fuck you Maiko stop trying to convince y/n that Suna is really in love with you and he doesn’t realise it yet. The hold being content with the princess is bullshit. Need I to remind everyone that he fuck iris minute before he got married to y/n and he abandoned her on their honeymoon! Driving away from her! Leaving her behind and alone! Only to go immediately to his whore and fuck again. He doesn’t deserve a second chance with y/n😤 because sometimes in life you don’t get second chance even if that someone is forgiving type and is crazy in love with you because sometimes if you hurt that person badly they will come to despise you and there nothing you can do about it.

His plan is mess up in general no matter how you look at it and it dumbest plan ever too! Like his plan is to use y/n to make him look good compared to his brothers marriage which would increase his chances of becoming king because everyone else would be like we can finally have a king who really loves wife and isn’t whore who sleeps around and once he is king. He then will make it possible for royal to divorce and then he have iris divorce his brother and make her his concubine while still married to y/n to held royal official duties like kids and ruler in. But what was his plan if y/n never found out about him and iris relationship or his plan at all? Was he seriously think y/n would be okay with him having iris as concubine and what about the public reaction? Wouldn’t that ruin his image he built for himself? And what his supposed kids that he planing to have with y/n how this not effect them? They would be confused as hell and ask him hey daddy do really love mommy? Why does daddy love that other lady? This will make their sense of romantic relationship really bad especially healthy one at least.

I doubt that best couple therapy in world could fix this marriage! Especially hearing all shit did to y/n and not get bias towards her and be not completely disgusted by him.

I hope y/n hurt Rin badly. Let him and iris suffer karma massively. I really hope that his hold plan and his relationship with iris get exposed to the public and his treatment of y/n too! Because that would be very satisfying chapter

Anyway again glad your back can’t wait for the next chapter and sorry for this long rant😅

hi, thank you, glad to be back too!

ong yeah, he really thought yn would come crawling and happily in love with him after everything he did 😭 also, preach! “you don’t always get second chances in life.” especially for the princess, i don’t think she has any plans to forgive him or give him second chances at all.

also yes, his plan is stupid, i’m not gonna deny it HAHAHA. and those are very interesting questions okay hOLD ON i shall explain. yes, his plan is awful, and might not work at all. however, rin is too confident (and maybe delusional) that yn will accept it eventually if they ever get to the point that he becomes king and he makes iris his concubine. if yn never found out about their affair prior to the wedding, rin planned on lying about it - something about iris losing her security and stability in life now that she’s untitled and divorced, so he has to take her under his wing. he would say they’re close friends anyway, and he chose yn specifically for the reason he knew she would be kind, understanding, and selfless. he truly does believe she would be okay with it if he convinced her hard enough. he’ll make the whole process of taking a concubine ‘an act of generosity and kindness to a poor, divorced woman.’ he’s willing to manipulate the media to get to his side

as for the kids, rin has imagined a future like that with yn, but he currently does not wanna have any kids with her because he knows the throne is harsh, and he doesn’t want to raise his children where they might feel like tools for the monarchy instead of actual people. hypothetically speaking, though, should they have kids and wonder why their parents are unhappy and ‘not in love’, then he would have just said the same things his father would - that there was no place for love when you already hold the crown. that a king could do as he pleases, and if he wants to find more lovers, then who would dare oppose a king?

yn does hate rin for what he did. but she’s more disappointed than disgusted, and at the current state she’s in, she’s more likely to ignore him instead of argue with him. she feels like having no communication and pretending like the other doesn’t exist would be so much better than being spiteful, because she knows talking to suna - whatever kind of conversation they have - will upset her. and she doesn’t want that. she’s trying her best to keep her distance from him, because then she’d feel less lonely in her marriage. also don’t worry, YN has something cooking in her mind right now in regards to rin and iris. we’ll just have to see what that is!

also no worries for the long rant, please feel free to drop in my askbox. i’m more than happy to listen to everyone’s thoughts and share ideas. thank you again for the support in dtd! 🌷

[nilesmoon]

actually yknow what I will Not stop talking about amprule 4th anniversary art because I know Uri (the artist who designed amprule) puts so much detail into each drawing they make of them so let's break down this banger artwork together

Let's start simple! A pink rose! Pink roses signify elegance and deeper colored ones can signify appreciation! While the characters themselves are Korean, their artist is Japanese, so I also looked up what they mean in Hanakotoba (Japanese flower language) they signify trust, happiness and confidence! Considering their dynamic, these could be the meanings they were going for!!

Up next the dog & the cat. They are possibly a Maine Coon and a Pyrenean Mountain Dog!

From what I've gathered the Pyrenees are used as a livestock guardian. Because of this they are rather protective of their family, as well as loyal and loving but also do not get along well with strangers. All of which work for a rather good descriptor of Chungsung considering how he has dedicated himself to taking care of and protecting Dongha.

Maine Coons, from what I know of them, are curious cats who'll follow you around and try to get included in whatever their owners are doing. So basically, they're giant cats that are clingy. Which, again, works well with Dongha, since he clings to the people he loves! He is afraid of being left behind by Chungsung and he has always been clinging to support he had provided for him.

Now this part might be a reach but when it comes to Uri's art I'm not leaving any idea unsaid. Compared to how the dog is sleeping peacefully in Dongha's lap, the cat is looking at somewhere else, possibly showing how Dongha is desperately trying to get his father's approval?

I would also like to add that in the extra art Uri posted, it is pretty much made clear that the animals are supposed to represent each other, thus signifying the trust they have for one another.

And at last, the color swap. It is my favorite part of the whole thing ngl. Colors mean a lot of for Amprule in my opinion, green means Dongha and red means Chungsung. In their original designs Chungsung's reds are Dongha's accessories, they're eye catching and are mostly associated with hearts. Meanwhile Dongha's greens are naturally blended into Chungsung's clothes with a gorgeous pattern inside his coat. In this illustration however they covered in each other's colors! Hell, in Dongha's case he's covered head to toe in pink!! And this is a Huge Thing especially considering how their main colors contrast each other (but when two colors are contrasting they are also complementary).

But also gold means Dongha and silver means Chungsung. In an interview with Uri, they talk about how they used the gold & silver accessories to show their power imbalance. While it's not a complete swap, bronze & pearl keeps it similar to the colors of gold & silver without losing their difference in monetary value.

It's Dongha's brooch that sums it all up perfectly, green & red and bronze & pearls together in one beautiful piece of jewelry. Put a crown on top of it and that's Amprule.

In the end, I think this is the perfect illustration to showcase how Amprule has changed and will keep changing!! And here's to hoping that sometime soon they'll wear each others colors in not so muted tones.

[if you're here because you read this whole thing, thank you 💚❤️]

[alchemistdefective]

"Ha… Phew…"

That was… what was it, the fifth round?

Flandre was right on top of herself, or to be more specific, 'herself'. The other being Eri, shapeshifted into a mirror image of the person he's making love to.

If the shapeshifter hasn't managed to impersonate Flan completely before all this, he certainly pretty much did now. After all, how could he not, after the both of them going at it for a while?

"You're… really good in this, aren't you?… Flan?"

"It's my own body I'm dealing with, why wouldn't I be? You're really good in mimicking my sweet spots yourself."

"Is it really a surprise, considering what we've been through? You can thank Sakuya for helping find them out and apply it on myself too."

But… that's not important. In fact, they… actually haven't done much sexual things, aside for going for a few rounds before the both of them started to talk to each other late at night.

The bed was an entire mess, with fluids both dripping down their nether regions.

If Flan were to comment, this was much less intensive and… to put it bluntly, also less pleasing compared to when Seiga impersonated her, so the crown for 'best Flan to have sex with' would go to her. Seiga made her feel more confident of herself, the things she could actually do if she were serious… in other words, the peak of how 'Flandre Scarlet' could go.

Still, this was fine too!

"… You know, I'm envious of you, Eri. You've got… everything. You're an idol with fans, friends who love you, a special soulmate, a normal life… well, 'normal-ish'. It's everything I ever wanted, and more. While I'm… I'm just a vampire whom everyone hates."

"Ha… It's funny you say that, because I'm envious of you, Flan."

"… Eh?"

Eri rose up from the bed, looking at the vampire in the eye with a smile, before giving her a hug, not minding their nude bodies with their fluids touching each other one bit.

"You've seen through my memories, haven't you? Other than my fans and friends… I don't really have anyone else in my family. My mom's always busy with studies, my sister's at work… and I'm always pushing myself to the point where I couldn't sleep. If I stopped, my life would just come crashing down."

"But you… you have Sakuya, your sister, Meiling… Even if I have been in your body for a very short period of time, the amount of support you get from your own family makes me… extremely envious. They will always be there to pick you up if you fall, and no matter what happens… they will always love you too."

"And you have plenty of friends too, those who hold you dear. Seiga, Remilia, Nyalter, Eliza, Annette, Reimu, just to name a few… Just how many people are by your side, Flan? We're with you all the way."

"But…"

"And none of this 'better Flan' nonsense, alright? Seiga and I would stop you before you open your mouth. You're already beating me in bed, so that's already one point for you."

And so, Flandre couldn't help but give a chuckle before gently pushing him back down.

"Hee hee, speaking of bed, how about another round? We're still far from done!"

"Flan, I'm not actually a vampire, I can't even keep you even if I tried… But… just give me a moment to let my body rest a bit…-"

"Eh?~ Boooring. Maybe I'll call Seiga in instead. But if she decides to give one of us a penis, I swear to the devil…-"

It was pretty much said in good gesture as the both of them let out a good laugh.

… Although they might want to clean up before the hermit gets back.

……

Maybe after a while longer. Who knows, Seiga might want to jump in or something.