#i'll add the other asks to that tag so everythings easy to find

[writingforstraykids]

Nat, could you write sub Changbin with dom chan? And Changbin is too shy to ask so Felix does? For the 💌 event

This was supposed to be a drabble...You could say I got carried away. That's what happens when you add some angst into it, I hope I did your request justice love🥹🖤

You're so cute

Pairing: Binchan

Word Count: 5823

Warnings/Tags: smut, shy!sub!changbin, caring!dom!chan, oral, dry humping, face sitting, changbin is insecure about his weight, emotional hurt!comfort, semi-public sex

A/N: Thanks to @galaxycatdrawz for sharing some thoughts (I hope I didn't spoiler you too much)🖤

Part of the 💌 event. More here

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Felix gently tugs on his friend's sleeve and pulls him with him. “Come on,” he laughs. 

“Felix, I changed my mind; this is embarrassing,” Changbin whines softly. 

“There's nothing embarrassing about it, I promise,” Felix assures him and squeezes his hand. “Also, Chan is amazing; he'll know what to do.”

“It kinda is,” he argues and groans softly as they reach Chan's room and Felix knocks. “Felix.”

“Chan will get it; I bet he'd love helping you out with this,” Felix says and pushes him inside. 

Chan's at his desk, humming softly to himself, and turns in his chair. “Hey,” he smiles at them and waves towards his bed, inviting them to sit down. “Everything alright?”

“Splendid,” Felix grins and pulls Changbin with him. 

“That's good,” Chan smiles and saves the file he's been working on. “You need anything?”

“I don't,” Felix smirks smugly and Changbin whines in protest. Chan frowns at them and Felix nods at Changbin. “He needs some help.”

“I swear I hate you,” Changbin groans, and Chan gets up. 

“What's up? Are you okay?” Chan asks worriedly and casually rubs his back. 

“Mhm,” Changbin hums and nervously fidgets with his hands in his lap. It must be so easy and nice to let Chan be in control. 

Chan sits down next to him and frowns softly. “Hey, you can tell me,” he says gently, and if it wouldn't be so damn embarrassing, he would. 

“I-uh,” he stammers and feels his ears burning up at the mere thought of saying what's on his mind. 

Felix takes the hint and gets Chan's attention. “So, you love being in control having sex, right?”

Chan chokes on his breath at the sudden bluntness but nods. “Yes?”

“Changbin usually does as well,” he continues, and Chan nods again, growing a little confused. “But he's been curious about switching it up, you know,” Felix says, and Chan hums softly. 

“Yeah, okay,” he nods, still not really knowing where this conversation is heading. “And that worries you or-?” he asks Changbin, but Felix answers instead. 

“You're missing the point here. There's a reason we came to you with this. Changbin’s too shy to ask, but he'd love getting fucked stupid by you,” he grins, and Changbin’s eyes widen, cheeks flushing red.

“Felix,” he whispers, shocked. 

“Oh,” Chan breathes out and blinks at them. 

“I-I didn't say it like that,” Changbin stammers and punches Felix's arm awkwardly. “Oh my God, this is so bad, I'm leaving,” he gets up, eyes widening as Chan's hand finds his and holds him back. 

“No, no, let's talk about this, yeah?” he asks soothingly, and Changbin sits down heavily. “Thanks, Lix, I'll take it from here.”

Felix smirks and gets up. “Have fun, you two,” he says cheerfully and hops out of the room, making Chan giggle. 

“Menace,” Changbin chuckles before glancing at Chan nervously. “I'm sorry for throwing it into your face like that.”

“It's fine,” he giggles and tilts his head at him curiously. “But you'd like to try that out? Being submissive?”

Changbin nods gently and can barely meet his eyes. “I just felt like…I don't know. Whenever I thought about it, I imagined I'd feel safest with you trying that out.”

“That's sweet,” Chan smiles softly. 

“You don't have to if you don't want to,” he quickly adds. “I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable or anything just to help me out and-,” his eyes widen as Chan's hand cups his cheek. 

“Breathe,” he says soothingly, rubbing his thumb across his cheekbone. “I'd love to share those intimate moments with you, Binnie. I wouldn't see it as me helping you out or doing you a favor. I'd enjoy it, honestly, and I love that you're willing to trust me with this.”

Changbin exhales a breath he didn't know he was holding. “Oh, okay,” he smiles shyly. 

“But you've never been on the receiving end? Also, no fingers, no tongue, nothing?” he asks gently, and Changbin shakes his head. 

“Nothing…is that a problem?” he asks timidly. 

“Not at all,” Chan reassures him calmingly. “Means we can slowly work our way up, see what you like and what you don't like,” he tells him, and his friend nods, relieved. “You wanna cuddle and set up some boundaries and stuff?”

Not much later, Changbin’s head is comfortably lying on Chan's chest as the older plays with his hair. They've talked through their boundaries and settled on the color system and preferences. Chan does most of the work, asking his way forward and trying to ease Changbin, who's still awfully embarrassed about it all. It gets better here in Chan's arms, who doesn't seem to be bothered by one bit he reveals about himself. 

“Feeling better now?” Chan asks gently, scratching his scalp. 

“I still feel shy but not as nervous anymore,” he confesses, and Chan hums softly. “Can we…Can we just kiss for a bit tonight?” he asks timidly, and Chan giggles adoringly. 

“Of course, we can,” he says and gently pats his back, sitting up against the headboard of his bed. He locks eyes with him and pats his thighs. “Come here.”

He swallows softly and chews on his lower lip. “I'm too heavy,” he whispers timidly, and Chan's face falls at the pain in his eyes. 

“Binnie,” he says softly before lifting him into his lap effortlessly and smiling at him. “You're not, not to me.” He soothingly fondles up his thighs and searches his eyes. “You're okay?”

“Yeah,” he nods quickly and hesitantly wraps his arms around his neck. He shivers as Chan's hands find his hips and locks eyes with him. 

Chan flashes him a reassuring smile and squeezes his hips before leaning in a little. “Can I kiss you?” he asks politely. 

“Yes, please,” he breathes out so naturally it surprises him for a second. He doesn't have much time to think, though, because Chan's hand cradles his cheek, and their lips brush together. He melts into the kiss, body automatically searching Chan's, eyes fluttering close. 

Chan hums softly and weaves his fingers into Changbin’s hair, keeping him in place as they kiss. His unoccupied hand travels below his shirt and up his back, making the younger male melt into his touch with a soft sound. Chan is testing the waters as they kiss, hand roaming his strong back, and he slowly detaches himself from his lips. Leaving a trail of kisses down his jaw, he gently pulls him back by his hair before kissing his neck. 

Changbin breathes out shakily at the change, hand hesitantly burying itself in Chan's curls as he paints his neck with loving kisses and tiny nibbles at his skin. “Chan hyung,” he whispers after a while, squirming a little in his lap. Chan hums against his collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses there. As he doesn't answer, Chan pulls back, and Changbin blushes furiously. He wants, no, needs more, but he doesn't know how to ask. 

Luckily, Chan seems to understand and gently tugs at the hem of his sweater. “Can I take that off?” His friend nods timidly, and Chan kisses him soothingly as he eases the fabric up his chest before pulling back to take it off. “Mine as well?” he offers and lets Changbin take his sweater off for him. 

Chan lowers Changbin onto his mattress and straddles his lap, hovering above him. He continues his trail of kisses down his neck, gently sucking at the small bites to mark him up. Moving further down on top of him, he kisses down his chest, groaning softly as he can bury his teeth in his pecs. He laps at his nipples, sucking softly and grazing his teeth over his buds. Changbin beneath him moans sweetly, clearly trying to keep the noise down, and Chan lets him for now. 

Chan takes his time, painting a beautiful picture of love all over his torso. Small bites growing into pretty marks adorn his hips, featherlight kisses trail along the hem of his boxers, and Changbin can't stop squirming beneath him. After checking in and getting consent, Chan gently shoves down his sweatpants, continuing his trail down his thighs before going back up on his inner thighs. His fingers sink into his skin, spreading his legs when he tries to shy away the closer he gets to where he needs him most. Very obviously by now. 

Chan rests his head on his thigh once he's done after what felt like hours of soft pleasure for Changbin. He glances up at him through his lashes, and Changbin gulps softly at how blown his pupils look. “We don't have to, but would you like to try how my tongue feels for now?”

“You mean…,” he trails off as Chan nods and a low moan escapes his lips. “Please, Chan hyung,” he nods quickly. 

They change their spots in bed once more, letting Changbin get comfortable against Chan's pillows. Chan smiles down at him and brushes back his hair for him, which is already sticking to his forehead a little. His eyes are wide and hungry, his lips swollen, and his cheeks flushed. “I know I said it before, but you're so beautiful,” he tells him softly, only deepening the blush on his cheeks. 

“Stop it,” he mumbles weakly, and everything about his body language tells Chan differently. 

Chan gently shoves a pillow beneath his hips and locks eyes with him again. “You're ready?” he checks in, and Changbin nods, blushing softly as Chan eases down his boxers, already stained a little from Chan’s body brushing against his lap whenever he has moved on top of him. “Say yellow if you need a break, red if you want to stop, okay?” he reminds him, and the younger male nods, biting his lower lip hard as Chan gets comfortable between his legs. “Words, beautiful.”

His lips part softly, body shivering at the small compliment and Chan makes a mental note of it for another time. “Yes, Chan hyung,” he nods, and Chan hums, clearly pleased. For a second, his nervosity takes the upper hand, and he’s about to stop Chan as he spreads his cheeks, but all protest dies in his throat when Chan’s tongue licks up slowly between them. His lips part with a soft gasp as Chan’s tongue circles his tensing hole, hands gripping the sheets tightly at the unfamiliar feeling. “Oh, fuck,” he whispers, and Chan chuckles softly, making Changbin gasp at the vibrations shooting through his body from it. 

Chan gently presses his tongue inside after a while, and Changbin falls apart above him with a soft whimper. He gently guides his legs onto his shoulders and soothingly rubs his thighs as he pushes in deeper. A strangled groan leaves his lips as he tries to keep quiet, unsure if Chan would mind him being loud or maybe even whiny if he kept going like that. He throws his arm over his face, trying to hide as Chan makes him fall apart with his damn tongue only. Chan glances up at him, pulling back and smirking at the whine that leaves his lips. “Binnie,” he says softly, giggling as he glances at him shyly. “Make as much noise as you want to,” he assures him, and Changbin can tell he means it. “Also, you can touch, baby,” he tells him and gently guides his hand down to his hair.

“O-Okay,” he stumbles over his words, not trying to be desperate and beg him to continue. 

Chan giggles adoringly and squeezes his thighs. “You’re so cute.”

“I’m not cute-” he protests and breaks off with a sweet moan as Chan eases his tongue back inside. “Nevermind,” he huffs, grip tightening on Chan’s hair to steady himself. He pulls at the sheets with a desperate little sound, and Chan reaches up, gently easing the fabric from his hand and replacing it with his own. He intertwines their fingers and lovingly squeezes his hand. 

Chan pulls back after another while when Changbin’s moans turn needy and at the edge of frustration. “Need more?” he asks, and Changbin nods weakly. “Would you be okay with me using my fingers?”

“Yes, hyung,” he nods, heart warming at how caring Chan is with him, always making sure he's okay. 

“Okay, try to relax, yeah?” he tells him and fumbles for the bottle of lube stored away in his bedside table. He spreads some on his fingers and watches Changbin observantly as he pushes the first one inside. “Breathe,” he tells him softly, and Changbin’s head falls back with a soft noise. Chan gently pulls his finger out a little before pushing back in. “Feels okay?”

“s’good,” he groans and soon asks for more. A loud moan leaves his lips as Chan scissors two fingers inside of him, stretching him out deliciously. He covers his mouth in shock, and Chan giggles softly, leaning down. 

He gently takes his hand away and replaces it with his lips, kissing him and stifling his next moan. 

Changbin shudders beneath him and kisses back fiercely. He's so close, and he can't even blame himself because Chan's kissing session before had worked him up so much already. “Hyung,” he moans out weakly, subconsciously fucking back against his fingers. “I'm so close.”

Chan hums and curls his fingers, dragging them over his prostate. Changbin’s body tenses, eyes rolling back and mouth dropping with the prettiest moan so far. 

His world explodes before his eyes with white, hot flashes as he paints their chests with thick ropes of cum. Chan's name tumbles from his lips, and he can't stop shaking at the intensity of his orgasm. He doesn't fully register Chan leaving as his brain tries to accept the fact that he just came untouched. 

Chan gently cleans him up and reaches up to brush his hair from his face once he's done. “You're okay?”

“More than okay,” he smiles shyly and leans into his touch.

“Let's take a nice shower, and then we can cuddle if you want,” he offers, and Changbin nods gently. 

Once they're in the shower and Changbin gets a full view of his hyung, his brain stops working for a moment. He's on his knees before he can fully process it and stares up at him with wide eyes. “Can I make you feel good in return?” he asks, blushing a little at Chan's intense gaze. Chan gives in, suspecting Changbin feels like he has to repay him. 

The moment Changbin welcomes him in the wet warmth of his mouth Chan's head drops back against the tiles of his shower with a loud groan. He definitely knows what he’s doing.

Two weeks later 

Changbin glances at Chan in the recording booth and shifts a little in his chair. Since their night together, none of them had made a move. Chan wanted to give Changbin the time he needed, and Changbin chickened out at least three times this week at the thought of asking for more. It's getting harder to stop himself today since it's just them. Watching Chan work has always been something he enjoyed. 

“How was that, Binnie?” Chan's voice pulls him from his thoughts. 

“Uh, let's listen back to it,” he says and tries to listen, but Chan groans as he hears the recording, bringing up memories of their shared shower. 

“No, delete that one,” Chan shakes his head before lifting his shirt to wipe his face, getting hot in the booth. 

Changbin can't help but stare at his bare stomach, the waistband of his boxers clearly on display. Shit. “Chan hyung?” he asks quietly. 

“Yeah?” Chan asks, grabbing the sheets with his text and mindlessly switching them. 

“How long did Jisung say he'd be gone?” he asks, and Chan frowns. 

“I don't know, I think another hour or two,” he shrugs. “Why?”

“Because I…I need you,” he admits, and the sheets slip from Chan's fingers. 

He quickly bends down to gather them and hits his head at the microphone coming back up. “Yeah, okay, shit,” he curses softly and steps out of the booth. “Here? Now?” he asks, and Changbin blushes heavily. 

“I didn't exactly think this through,” he confesses, and the grin that covers Chan's lips at that makes him squeeze his thighs together tightly. 

“Mhm, I think to go all the way for the first time, we should stick to home,” he says, and Changbin nods agreeingly. “But I do have something in my mind since last time.”

“Yeah?” he asks softly, heart warming at the fact that Chan's been thinking about him as well. 

“Mhm,” Chan hums softly. “I really want to eat you out while you sit on my face,” he says, ears burning up a little. At first, Changbin seems intrigued, but suddenly, a shadow travels over his face, and he timidly lowers his gaze. “Or not?” he asks gently. 

Changbin fidgets with his hands and shakes his head. “I can't.”

“We don't have to if you don't want to; that's okay,” Chan promises, worried that he overstepped a boundary now. 

“No, I-I want to, I just-” he swallows hard, feeling tears burning in his eyes as memories crash down on him in waves and threaten to drown him. “I'm too heavy,” he whispers. 

Chan kneels down on the floor in front of his chair and gently unclasps his hands, taking them. That's the second time he mentioned this. “Binnie,” he says softly. “Where's that coming from, hm? Who told you such bullshit?” Changbin exhales shakily and glances at Chan, whose face softens, spotting the tears in his eyes. “Heyy, you can tell me, baby.”

Chan listens patiently as Changbin tells him about some guy he's been seeing before they started messing around among the group. He explains how they'd get intimate, but whenever they wanted to switch things up, he backed out last minute, blaming his weight. “I'm fine. I forgot about it, but…it's coming back a little now that I could have it,” he admits, and Chan cups his face, wiping away a tear for him. 

“My beautiful Binnie,” he says so softly it tugs at Changbin’s heartstrings. “You're perfect, and that guy is some massive asshole,” he tells him, making him chuckle. “Please, I'm literally on my knees, please sit on my face and let me give you what you wanted.”

Changbin gently shoves his chest. “You're not the one supposed to be begging here.”

Chan giggles. “I will, just this once,” he winks at him and gets up, kissing his forehead sweetly. “If you still want it, I will make it happen. If not, it's okay.”

Changbin searches his eyes timidly and finds nothing but genuine interest and love in them. He swallows down his anxiety and nods weakly. “Please, Chan hyung,” he breathes out. 

Chan cups his face and gives him a gentle but long kiss. “Do you trust me?” he asks calmly. 

“Yes,” he nods, sinking deep into Chan's soft chocolate orbs. “I do.”

“Good,” he nods and soothingly rubs his thumbs across his cheekbones. “So if I tell you to move or sit down, you'll be a good boy and do as I say.”

Changbin swallows down his worries and feels a sense of trust and calmness taking over as he looks into his hyung’s eyes. Chan can see the change in his eyes, heart skipping a beat at how soft and vulnerable his friend looks. “I'll be a good boy.”

“That's right, my pretty boy,” Chan smiles satisfied. 

“Yours?” he asks, growing shy at Chan's stunned look. 

“Mine,” he nods sweetly and gives him another quick kiss, making the younger melt into it. “Now come on, before Ji gets back,” he whispers and winks at him mischievously. Chan grabs everything they need and quickly locks the door, getting comfortable on the sofa. He guides Changbin into his lap and pulls him into a kiss, trying to ease his nerves. 

Changbin anxiously positions himself above Chan’s face, taking a deep breath as Chan’s hands find his thighs. At first, he shies away from his touch, suddenly insecure again, but Chan doesn’t let him. His tongue continues its delicious play from two weeks ago, and Changbin can’t think much anymore. He still tries to take some weight off, but he doesn't succeed for long because Chan notices and pulls him down, gaining a groan from both of them. The longer Chan goes on, the weaker he grows, and he ends up bent over, arms resting on the sofa, his face buried in them with weak sounds. 

Chan moans deliciously beneath him, shuddering at the soft whines leaving Changbin’s lips. His hands knead his ass and thighs, eyes rolling back as Changbin starts fucking back onto his tongue. 

He growls in protest as Changbin suddenly grows lighter on him again, taking some weight off him again. Changbin bites his lip, already missing how deep Chan got only seconds ago. But the strangled sounds coming from him worry him, and he feels like he can't do this to him any longer. He has to help a little. 

Chan pats his thigh twice, signaling him to sit up. He blinks at him once he does and frowns. “What did I tell you?”

“To be a good boy,” he answers shyly. 

“You enjoyed it, didn't you?” he asks gently, and Changbin nods, a heavy blush creeping up his neck and settling on his cheeks. “Why did you stop then?”

“Are you enjoying it?” he asks quietly. 

“I fucking love it,” Chan says bluntly and squints at him. “Now sit down properly, baby; I won't ask again.”

“Y-yes, hyung,” he nods quickly and gets back into position. 

The next time he tries to take some weight off, Chan's grip is firm, keeping him in place. Changbin whimpers in protest as his hips start stuttering, pace growing a little rough as he chases his high. But Chan doesn't budge, moaning filthily against him and guiding him through. Changbin’s stomach flips hard, and tears shoot to his eyes. Chan was not only able to carry his weight on top of him, he even enjoyed it.

Five days later

Changbin smirks to himself as Chan drives them back home. Today, everyone would be out for a movie and dinner after, which seemed like the perfect opportunity for them to take the next step without having to keep quiet or anything. Changbin had made up an excuse of feeling overwhelmed, and Chan had assured their friends he'd stay with him. So once they knew everyone would be gone, they stopped working and started their way home. Chan had been touchy all day, driving him mad, seemingly excited as well. 

Once they're inside, Changbin strolls over to their kitchen island, inspecting the various cookies their friends made. He reaches forward to grab the note Minho wrote them and yelps, surprised when Chan suddenly wraps his arms around his waist, pressing his already hardening dick against his bum. “Chan hyung?” he asks, and Chan groans softly in response, burying his face in his back. 

“I swear I could take you right here if I wouldn't know better,” he confesses, making Changbin’s mouth water. “You're so cute, you don't even know; it's driving me insane,” he tells him and runs his hands up his torso. “Couldn't stop thinking about it all day.”

Changbin blushes at his words and bites his lower lip, pressing back against him. His lips part in surprise at Chan's growl, and he feels like he's about to pass out when Chan starts grinding against his ass. “Really, Chan hyung?” he asks innocently, pressing back against him more. “You think I'm cute?”

Chan moans needily as he grinds against him. “So cute,” he tells him. “Made me so hard I had to take a long shower after dance practice.”

Changbin moans in response. “That's why you were gone so long?” he asks, and Chan starts fumbling with the waistband of his trousers. 

“Sofa, now. I need some release right now,” Chan announces so casually it makes him dizzy. “Right now, I'm thinking with my dick; that's not good when I should take my time with you,” he admits honestly. 

“Fuck, do whatever you want to me, hyung,” Changbin moans needily. “Use me, please.” He finds himself on the sofa within no time, with Chan straddling his lap. 

Chan drags his hips across his lap and moans loudly at the needed friction. He braces himself on his chest, and Changbin’s hands find his thighs, fingers digging into his skin as Chan humps his lap forcefully. “You can move,” Chan pants, head falling back as he does. “Yeah, just like that, Binnie,” he praises him, and their moans mix beautifully. “Doing so good for your hyung,” he tells him, head dropping forward with a broken moan as Changbin rolls his hips up against him. 

“Feels so good, hyung,” he moans out. 

It doesn't take long, and Chan above him tenses up with a soft, relieved cry, shuddering as he cums in his pants. His eyebrows furrow with bliss, lips parting with silent moans, hips stuttering their way through his high. Changbin can't get enough of the sight of his hyung stumbling over the edge; he's a different type of pretty then. Also, it makes him all fuzzy, knowing he's the reason. Chan drops down onto the sofa next to him with a soft grunt and rubs his face, trying to catch his breath. “Okay,” he says after a moment. “That's better.”

“Your brain restarted?” Changbin teases softly, making him giggle. 

“Mhm, until you're undressed and moaning that beautifully,” he tells him, and Changbin blushes furiously. Chan gets up and helps him off the sofa before lifting him up. 

Changbin wraps his legs around his waist quickly and holds onto him with wide eyes. “Channie, hyung, let me down. I'm-” his words die in his throat at Chan's firm look. 

“Do I look like this is exhausting me?” he asks patiently, stopping in his tracks. 

“No,” he whispers. 

“I wouldn't pick you up if I thought I couldn't handle that, Binnie,” he tells him, and Changbin’s eyes brim with tears. “Okay,” he whispers and walks back to the sofa, sitting down with him in his lap. “Come here,” he says softly and pulls him into a strong hug. 

“I'm sorry,” he sniffles timidly, and Chan runs his hand through his hair. 

He soothingly kisses his head and rubs his back. “You're okay,” he tells him. “Don't listen to that voice in your head, yeah?” he asks and earns a nod and silent hum. “Do you still have his number? I'd love to invite him and show him how it's done,” he says, smirking when Changbin starts laughing. 

“You're so stupid.”

“I know,” he giggles, and they stay there until he's alright. 

Chan then carries him upstairs, kissing his worries away, and kicks his door closed before lowering him onto his bed. 

-

“You think Binnie will be okay?” Jisung asks thoughtfully. “I haven't noticed anything off all day,” he admits. 

“Not really,” Seungmin shrugs, thinking back to the time they all spent together. 

“Oh, I think he's just fine,” Felix assures them, and Jeongin squints at him. 

“You're sure?” he asks suspiciously. 

“Why?” Hyunjin asks. 

“Why what?” Felix tries to stall time to come up with an answer. 

“Why are you sure he's okay when he said he wasn't?” Jeongin clarifies. 

“Because Chan hyung is fucking him stupid right now,” Minho says casually, sipping on his drink. 

“Excuse me, what?” Hyunjin asks with wide eyes. 

“Minho hyung, you can't just say shit like that,” Jisung rolls his eyes at him. 

“You're all so blind if you didn't see that,” Minho rolls his eyes right back at them. “They've been growing closer for weeks now, and we all know Changbin was interested in submitting to Chan.”

Seungmin blinks at him as Minho keeps sipping on his drink. “On a scale from one to ten, how bored are you?” 

“A solid eleven on some days, why?” he asks, tilting his head and pulling a face at him. 

“How do you even notice that stuff?” Hyunjin asks flabbergasted. 

“How do you not?” Felix asks tiredly, and Minho hums agreeingly. 

“You guys are ridiculous,” he giggles happily. 

-

“Okay, try to relax for me, yeah?” Chan asks gently, aligning himself with his hole. “I'll go slow and gentle; you tell me if it hurts.”

“Yes,” Changbin nods, growing impatient. Chan had eaten him out patiently and then fingered him open for what felt like hours. His dick is leaking onto his stomach, his hole clenching around nothing, and his body screaming for a release. He just wants to finally feel him inside, finally experience what Minho has described as “incredible sex” talking about Chan. 

Chan starts pushing inside, groaning at how tight he still is, and closely watches his face. Once he's past the tip, Changbin tenses up beneath him, and Chan stops moving immediately. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, keep moving,” he nods quickly, heart sinking a little. Did Minho have a thing for pain? This doesn't feel exactly comfortable. 

Chan eyes him suspiciously and pushes in a little more, watching Changbin’s eyes clouding with a pained expression. “I'm hurting you, right?”

“No, it's fine,” he shakes his head, sounding a little strained. “Just keep going, please.”

Chan shakes his head and pulls out again, grabbing the bottle of lube. “Binnie, we have all the time you need. I won't rush and hurt you in the process,” he tells him firmly and gently pushes in two fingers again. 

Changbin whines softly and pushes back against them. “Please,” he whimpers, and Chan gently caresses his cheek with his other hand. 

Chan stretches him out on his fingers, adding another two in the process, and kisses him, swallowing up his frustrated little sounds. Finally, he gets back into his prior position, trying again. This time, it goes easier, and Changbin beneath him gasps as he slowly pushes inside. “Better?” he grunts softly, reminding himself to go slow.

“Yes,” he nods eagerly, and this time he believes him. His jaw drops once Chan is buried inside him, and he can't help but squirm a little, feeling so full. 

“Take your time,” Chan tells him, holding himself back. He gently rubs his thigh, watching him closely as he gets adjusted to the feeling. 

“O-Okay,” he breathes out after a moment. “I think I'm ready.”

Chan nods and carefully pulls back before pushing back inside. Changbin sighs softly at the feeling of him massaging his walls as he works out a gentle rhythm. Chan lowers himself onto his arms, bracing himself next to his head, and smiles at him. He plants a few kisses down his jaw, and Changbin’s hand finds his back resting between his shoulder blades. “Don't be shy; let me hear you,” he tells him as he notices him trying to keep the noise down. 

“I'm too loud,” he protests softly, biting back another moan as Chan picks up the pace a little. 

“It's just us,” Chan reminds him and moans softly as Changbin clenches around him. “Wanna hear if I fuck you good, Binnie.”

“Fucks sake,” he groans at his bluntness, locking eyes with him. He swallows at how blown Chan’s pupils are, sheer need and passion clouding those usually so soft orbs. The next thrust pulls a beautiful, loud whine from him, and Chan buries his face in his shoulder with a soft groan at the sound. 

“That’s more like it,” he moans, kissing his neck and thrusting deep. “Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he grunts, and Changbin squirms a little. “Such a good boy, taking me so well.”

“Chan hyung,” he moans softly, his whole body responding to his praise. “You feel so good,” he tells him breathlessly.

Chan’s hips slam forward into him as he clenches around him, shifting positions a little. Changbin’s head falls back with an obscenely loud moan, and Chan stops moving, eyes widening. “Shit, sorry,” he apologizes immediately, swallowing as Changbin blinks up at him with glistening eyes.

“Please, do that again,” he whispers needily.

“You want me to be rough?” he asks quietly, and Changbin nods, biting his lower lip hard at the hunger clouding Chan’s eyes.

He arches into him and looks up at him through his lashes. “Please, hyung.”

Chan pulls out and grabs him by the waist, flipping him onto his stomach effortlessly. Changbin moans out, stunned, getting incredibly turned on by Chan handling him with such ease. Chan pulls him onto his knees and pushes back inside, grip firm on his hips as he sets a rougher pace. Changbin arches his back, melting into the pillow and gripping the sheets with a loud whine. Chan makes sure he’s comfortable with this and keeps a close eye on him before covering his hands with his own, intertwining their fingers. He plants soft kisses on his back, leaning down to his ear. “Such a good boy, Binnie. Doing so well, baby,” he praises him with little grunts as he pounds into him. 

Changbin can’t do much but whine his name, shivering as he hits his prostate. “Chan~.” He collapses into the mattress with Chan lowering himself on top of him, covering him with his body as their skin meets with forceful slaps. “Right, there, please,” he cries out as Chan repeatedly hits his sweet spot, moaning sinfully above him. The bedframe hits the wall in sync with Chan’s forceful thrusts, growing sloppier the closer he gets. “Chan,” he moans repeatedly, arching back into him. “So close.”

“Wanna cum?” he presses out, not that far away from his sweet release himself.

“Please, hyungie,” he whines.

“Make a mess, pretty boy,” Chan tells him and buries his face in his back. “Cum for me, yeah? Be a good boy, baby.”

Changbin doesn’t need another invitation and covers the sheets beneath him as he cums with a loud cry, whimpering as Chan fucks him through it, chasing his own release. 

“Inside?” Chan asks, hips stuttering.

“Yes,” he groans, getting a little overstimulated by now. His jaw grows slack at the sensation of Chan reaching his high, painting his walls with thick ropes of cum before collapsing on top of him. For a minute, they stay silent, both calming down a little before Chan moves on top of him, kissing his shoulder gently.

“And that wasn’t too rough?” he checks in and Changbin weakly shakes his head.

“That was amazing, you’re amazing,” he tells him, making him giggle. “Don’t laugh, I mean it,” he pouts, blushing a little as Chan kisses his cheek.

“You’re so cute,” he grins, and Changbin huffs.

“Will you stop calling me cute?” he laughs, and Chan squeezes him gently.

“Never,” he smirks before pushing himself up with a soft grunt. “Alright, let’s get cleaned up before the others return back home.”

Changbin smiles to himself and hums agreeingly. Minho had been right; Chan is incredible.

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[valentine-writes]

their "i love you"s and other drabbles...

「 tws + notes: no tws, HEAVILY unedited, a little angst in sum partz but f it we ball (THERE'S SUMN WRONG W/ ME I NEVER DO THIS MUCH?), fluff, tried to add a lil bit of everyone, little thoughtz abt the characters,,, 」

↳ ft. ben reilly/scarlet spider, gwen stacy, hobie brown/spider-punk, jessica drew, lyla, margo kess, miles morales (1610 and 42), miguel o'hara/spider-man 2099, pavitr prabhakar, peter b parker, spider-man noir, and the spot/johnathan ohnn

「 gn!reader, romantic relationships <3 」

author's note: not my usual content but thought it wud b fun to whip up a few drabbles,, (´。＿。｀) diff format than usual too! all separate and stuff, w/ the characterz at the bottom being the ones the drabble applies to the most (ALL CAPZ MEANS I THOUGHT IT FIT THEM SUPER WELL!!!!) thought it wud b fun,,, altered lyrics are italicized, itz jus a pronoun change 2 make it gender neutral (❁´◡`❁) edit: my tags. do not fit. so i had to redo them. reblogz r super appreciated ^_^ i jus wanna make sure all fans of these characterz are being fed content <33

[ please don't forget about me - pompey ]

"and if you see me everyday / will I lose my shine?"

↳ always terrified of not being exciting and new to you– like one day, their appeal will fade. not like they understand what drew you to them in the first place, but they never asked. maybe you're just hanging around for the hell of it. maybe one day, they'll watch you leave and they'll have nothing to convince you to stay

"how many bad jokes will it take? / or awkward quiet times?"

↳ they wonder if they're already losing you slowly. everytime they speak to you, it's like they're trying to compensate for something. begging you to look at them– but not too close,,, just in case you notice how brutally flawed they are, beyond just the quirks you find endearing. maybe one day you'll look too deep into their eyes and you won't like what you see

▸ JOHNATHAN OHNN/THE SPOT, peter b parker

[ soft sounds from another planet - japanese breakfast ]

"i'll show you the way to hurt me"

↳ loving again is the biggest risk anyone who's been hurt like them could take. you make it worth the danger– the possibility of the pain they've grown all too familiar with. maybe for today, caution can be set aside. when it comes to you, they wouldn't mind letting their guard down.

"in search of a soft sound from another planet / in search of a quiet place to lay this to rest."

↳ they have to admit their past has burdened them in ways they can't even begin to communicate. they know you can't fix everything that has been broken in their lives. still, the comfort you provide is never taken for granted. you are their safe space– the soft sound from another planet. their quiet place to finally lay it all to rest. and suddenly, the aching in their chest doesn't eat them up inside as much as it used to.

you make it easy to love again.

▸ GWEN STACY, MIGUEL O'HARA/SPIDER-MAN 2099

[ our lullabye - miracle musical ]

"i was made for you / you were made for me"

↳ it's hard to believe that you're more than just a distant fantasy sometimes. they can't deny how much they've yearned for a love like the one you two share. something so sweet, so real. it's nothing like the movies or the fairytales, but is anything ever? even when things are messy and complicated, it's undeniable how perfect it all feels. how everything about the two of you just fits. they're inclined to thank every shooting star they've ever wished on, every birthday candle they've ever held their deepest desires in as they blew the flame out for the day you two met. by any manner of higher power or forces unseen to the human eye, they're certain fate was on their side to give them such a blessing.

"i'll love you 'till you're gone / our song goes on and on"

↳ they're determined to hold on as long as possible. all good things cannot last– but they try not to dwell on that thought. they hold onto the hope that you're the one thing that will stay. your love feels divine. radiant, in the way it overtakes them fully. they almost feel undeserving. so, no matter how small or how grand the action, they try to remind you every day, "i love you"s woven into their every being whenever you're around.

▸ lyla, SPIDER-MAN NOIR, johnathan ohnn/the spot

[ i will - mitski ]

"everything you feel is good / if you would only let you"

↳ sometimes they feel you holding back. they can't help but notice the tension in the room as you suppress the things you want to say, silence the thoughts in your head. they know it's not easy to be earnest all the time. but they love you– they care for you. and all they've ever wanted is for you to be authentic. if it's pure, how could it ever be wrong? maybe in your own time, you'll be able to unravel in front of them. they're by your side every step of the way. to finally have you open up to them– to be real, to be honest– it would mean the world to them. they want to show you they love every single part of you. they love you when you're upset, when you're crying, when you're angry– because it's you.

"so stay with me / hold my hand / there's no need / to be brave"

↳ they offer every reassurance they can give you. you no longer have to fend for yourself. those days of being alone are over. you can crumble apart if you need– there's no need for constant bravery anymore. you did such a good job picking yourself up, time and time again. now, they outstretch a hand to you, a silent way of saying, "let me help you this time."

▸ ben reilly/scarlet spider, gwen stacy, HOBIE BROWN/SPIDER-PUNK, JESSICA DREW, lyla, MILES MORALES (1610), PAVITR PRABHAKAR, PETER B PARKER tbh all of them but shhh

[ right side of my neck - faye webster ]

"you looked back at me once / but i looked back two times"

↳ absolutely smitten with you. it doesn't matter how hard you fell. they. fell. harder. and maybe it's not obvious to you. but they've never had someone who made them care so much. some part of them feels immature for feeling so in love,, like a school kid with a puppy crush. they find it ridiculous, how absolutely lovesick and enamoured they are with everything about you. whatever you feel and express towards them, they feel towards you three times as much. they try everyday to show it.

"the right side of my neck / still smells like you"

↳ you just seem to leave a part of you with them always. they can't ignore it– can't seem to escape your presence, even when you're not physically there. it felt like spiralling to insanity at first. but they've learned to appreciate it– find comfort in it, even. the way the smell of your shampoo lingers on the pillow they leant you when you stayed over, the way that the mug of tea (made just the way you like it) is still on the kitchen table from the morning after– you left your t-shirt once and you had to ask them directly for it back. they like keeping pieces of you near. it reminds them of how loved they are.

▸ BEN REILLY/SCARLET SPIDER, gwen stacy, HOBIE BROWN/SPIDER-PUNK, MARGO KESS, miles morales (1610 and 42), pavitr prabhakar, the spot/johnathan ohnn

[ you love me - kimya dawson ]

"but when i met you, right away, i knew / you would never, ever, ever hurt me"

↳ you're used to pulling away. leave before they can leave you, before they even try to make you miss them– but the second you met them? they were insistent on proving that they were harmless. they could never dream of hurting you. and they see as you pull away, scared to get too close– and yet, every single time, they open their arms back to you.

"and the road's still long but you come along / and you hold my hand, and you understand"

↳ "when you're ready" has become second place in their favourite three word sentences. they remind you of these words constantly.

"when you're ready" means they don't mind that it's not now. ""when you're ready" means it doesn't matter how long they have to wait for you, they will. when you're ready" is another form of "i love you"

▸ MARGO KESS, MILES MORALES (1610), pavitr prabhakar, PETER B PARKER, spider-man noir

[ (you) on my arm - leith ross ]

"i wanna buy you pretty little things / and never ever lie to you"

↳ wants something simple with you. craves a form of sweet, normalcy. the mundane tasks and events of life seem far more appealing to them when you're in the picture. no, they never really imagined ever having a quiet life, yet the hope for one with you lingered. to buy you little gifts, to be the best they could possibly be to you, to drive around with you for the hell of it. they're certain anything could be heaven if you were there to accompany them.

a quiet life sounds nice.

"i'd be better armed if you agreed to take it"

↳ having you on their arm just makes them feel secure. keeping you close while showing you off to the world– showing you've got each other. they're a bit sappy for little things like this. everywhere you go, they never fail to extend an arm out to you. something about you makes them feel safer than ever.

▸ jessica drew, miles morales (1610), MILES MORALES (42), peter b parker, SPIDER-MAN NOIR

[ peach scone - hobo johnson ]

"so I fall to ground, collect myself and get ready to take over your heart / or at least your spare time"

��� they try so incredibly hard to be the one for you. no matter what they try, they just seem to fumble and mess it up. they stumble over their words when they try to compliment you, they get weak in the knees when they try to make a move, and no matter how much they spend deliberating, and deliberating– they've got no clue how to win you over. hopefully you find their clumsy attempts endearing. they're making a fool of themself. and maybe, they haven't really said anything yet– but they're happy to at least hang around you in the meantime

▸ BEN REILLY/SCARLET SPIDER, gwen stacy, MILES MORALES (1610), spider-man noir, the spot/johnathan ohnn

[ dan the dancer - mitski ]

" he liked them more than life itself / i'm sure "

↳ he was quiet in the way he expressed his adoration. still, he did everything he could to ensure you would never go unloved. the way he looks into your eyes, taking you in like you are the loveliest thing on earth... it's only fitting. you're his world. maybe in the silent moments, when his fingers gently brush your cheek, admiring you– you'd begin to understand this.

▸ MILES MORALES (42), MIGUEL O'HARA/SPIDER-MAN 2099

[ lover // over the moon - alice phoebe lou ]

"i'm a lover / i feel it now / i'm a lover / just never knew how"

↳ they don't even try to hide how much they enjoy your company. you're special to them– why would they try to hide that? at this point, whenever you feel arms wrap around you from behind, you've learned to see their grinning face when you glance over your shoulder. maybe they've never been particularly shy about most things,, but now they're just twice as loud. it's inexplicable, the things you do to them. they hadn't anticipated being so utterly soft,,, not like they're complaining

▸ hobie brown/spider-punk, PAVITR PRABHAKAR

[curlygrant44]

Mod:

Everything is coming up Curly lmao

Which is to say we have a sixth or maybe seventh, which is impressive because the only one to rival those numbers is Daisuke.

Not that anyone should be surprised that the sad crispy chicken wing and the precious cinnamon roll are the fan favs for writing.

I am, I will admit, slightly surprised by the comparative lack of Jimmys, but I can understand why that could be...daunting, to say the least. Inhabiting the head of someone like that is probably not fun for most people.

But we got three great Jimmys and I think I spotted a couple more newcomers, and there's finally a second Swansea!

We really are gonna need to make a centralized directory for everyone in the next couple days lol. I can toss something together on maybe like Tuesday if no one's gotten to it before then.

Ideally I'd like the directory to have notation of who's doing dark themes, including Toxic Yaoi (TM) so that folks who are just starting to get to know the group can opt out of that stuff if need be.

It would probably also be good to have some agreed-on tags for common themes for consistency's sake. That way it's easy to avoid or alternatively look for something specific. Some of us get real creative with our tags and that's not bad but it'd be nice to have some overarching ones for cohesion without straying too much into more normal tags and possibly clogging those again.

We could theoretically start organizing into more cohesive crews if folks wanted; I like the way we're kind of all in limbo for now, personally, like we all came from different places and just kinda ended up here in this liminal space that is the ship but isn't, and doesn't belong solely to any one crew. It gives a lot of flexibility so I don't actually think that needs to change.

If other folks feel differently, though, that's totally fine. I know that when we started a few days ago there was one crew in particular under captain-g-curly that was pretty cohesive...and then grew as we all joined up and got to add so many fun folks to our midst.

My suggestion is that in the coming days we run some polls and have some ooc discussions among folks who'd like to have a bit of organization for the back end so that as mods we can keep branching plotlines and blogs we interact with less often straight, mentally.

This could, theoretically, end up in a discord server. I don't know that I'd interact much but if that's what other people want, one can be made.

I know this might seem overly elaborate. It might seem too structured. Even stuffy.

...at which point I can only point you to this blog thus far and ask if you think that maybe I picked a workaholic middle-aged ship captain to roleplay because I am in fact the sort of person who finds stuffiness and structure and regulation to be relatable and comforting lmao.

The answer, needless to say, is yes.

Anyway, I'll get around to roping everyone into this conversation tomorrowish, but for now it's 2am and it feels like 4 still, and it's time to sleep.

[hotvintagepoll]

Welcome to the HOT AND VINTAGE MOVIE STARS tournament! We are currently on a break between tournaments, having just finished the Hot & Vintage Movie Man Tournament last week. The Hot & Vintage Movie Women Tournament starts next week on February 29th (Leap Year Day) MARCH 2ND. The submission form for the ladies is now closed.

All polls—including ongoing polls, previous rounds, old tournaments, the various shadow brackets, and fun mini polls—can be found in the #hotvintagepoll tag. Every poll in the Hot & Vintage Women Tournament will be tagged with the hot woman in it if you need to search for a hot woman in particular. There have been around 400+ submissions, so Round 1 will probably be posted over the course of a few days.

FAQs:

“I have propaganda for the hot women!” Great! Please don't send or tag me in any hot women propaganda until the poll including that hot lady is posted.

"....but you're posting gifsets of hot ladies?" Yes. As a special treat to myself I get to post a little additional propaganda of my own between tournaments. (Once the tournament begins I am sworn to neutrality and only post the propaganda sent to me.) The gifsets I reblog are not representative of my own views—ie I reblog both my secret favorites and other hot ladies who were submitted numerous times—and are intended just to get us in the Hot Lady spirit™.

“How do I send in hot women propaganda once the tournament starts?” Send me an ask, or reblog the poll and add your propaganda to it. I don’t boost all the propaganda I see or receive, but I try to boost the best of the best.

If you’re submitting propaganda for your hot lady, I don’t accept propaganda that’s from beyond the end of this tournament’s era (ie don’t send me pics of them from after 1970). I also don’t accept them acting in TV shows unless it’s clearly a cameo where they’re playing themselves (ie, no I Love Lucy or Catwoman appearances). I'm more likely to post your propaganda if it's not extremely long.

I don’t post or boost negative propaganda about any hot woman. If you really hate that a certain hot woman is winning, send me positive propaganda for their hot opponent. If you think a hot woman shouldn’t even be included in the tournaments because of scummy things she did in her lifetime, please read my take on it here.

"Can I still submit propaganda for the hot men?" You can, I guess, but it's a bit pointless because there's no tournament for the hot men going on right now, and I won't post it. Toshiro Mifune was crowned winner and every other nominated hot man was sent to the shadow realm. "I'm catching up on the brackets now! How do I find out more about the Hot Men tournament?" You can do a tag search for a specific hot man if you want to see if he was included and all his propaganda, or you can just go into the #hotvintagepoll tag in my archive and dig through the old posts to see everything. I've turned most of the rounds into featured tags in the archive to make it easy to follow the tournament (#round 1, #round 2, etc).

If I see repetitive, trolling, and/or bigoted remarks in the comments, I may block you from this bracket. If you want to point out a hot woman’s flaws or misdemeanors, that’s fine, but if I see consistent bad-faith trolling, you will be blocked.

On that note—if you have an issue with a poll, don't be a dick and I'll try to solve it. If you hate a poll pic, complain AND send me something I could use instead. I'm not going to go hunting for new photos on my own. In general I try to keep this poll fun but I will block if I see thoughtless bitching.

“I KNOW THEY'RE ALL IN THE SHADOW REALM BUT I want to see all the hot men who competed in one place!!” You can find all the round 1 matchups here (thank you @markwatnae!).

“My FAQ isn’t on here :(” send me an ask! I love hearing from you guys—just please check these basics first.

Thank you for being here! Enjoy the tournament.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @jeeyuns @devirnis and @rewritetheending for fuck it Friday! Here's a soft drable prompt (sweater weather) that I never posted because it's like. Almost identical to the mowing the lawn one. Oh well! Fuck it! I'll add it to the collection!

Buck is laying half on the bed, knees bent so his feet rest on the floor, head turned to watch Eddie get dressed. Eddie, a surprisingly indulgent man, usually lets him have the first shower (when they're not sharing) with only a token complaint and a smile so soft it makes Buck's heart stutter. Eventually Eddie had admitted it was a ploy to stay in bed a few minutes longer, but Buck can hardly begrudge him that when going first is a ploy for this; catching glimpses of newly familiar body parts as as Eddie puts on his boxers, watching the tense of muscles as he slides into his shirt, smiling at the little hop he does as he pulls up his jeans. Buck never liked writing essays but he thinks it would be easy if the topic was Eddie's confident fingers tucking in his shirt and doing up the button fly. He wonders how he could ever explain how handsome he finds the mundane movements of Eddie putting on an old sweatshirt, arms stretching, hands tugging, torso bending, no thought spared to the fluffy mess his hair will become once it's been dragged through the soft inside of the fabric. Eddie catches his eye as he smooths a hand over the faded and crackly Rangers logo.  "Hey," he says, a question in there, a laugh hidden behind it.  "Hi," Buck says. "I'm kind of obsessed with you.  The laugh stops hiding and floats up into the room. Eddie walks to the bed, puts his knees on either side of Buck's thighs, and flops down on top of him. Buck wraps his arms around him and smiles up at the ceiling, smiles into his hair, smiles against his shoulder. Eddie kisses his neck, nothing heated, just resting his lips against Buck’s pulse for a moment. “What about me, specifically?” He comes up to prop his chin on his elbow and look down at Buck as he asks, smiling again, that too soft one. Buck touches his lips with his fingertips. “Uh- that you’re real?” Buck smiles as Eddie laughs, and tries again. “I mean, like… you’re alive and you put on sweatshirts.”  Eddie tips forward again to laugh into Buck’s collar bone. “Hm, yeah? Good to know the bar is pretty low.”  “I mean-“ Buck laughs, too, sliding his hands up and down Eddie’s sides. “I just like the way you exist. I like that you exist.” He taps a little rhythm over Eddie’s ribs. “You… I like that we’re both alive around each other. Not like- I mean sort of in a I’m glad our near death experiences never actually killed us way, but like… I just mean I like being around you, when everything is normal. I like putting on clothes and you put on clothes and… and then we’ll go eat breakfast and do whatever we’re going to do today.” He bumps his head into the top of Eddie’s still resting on his chest. “Does that make sense at all?” Eddie pulls his head up to look at Buck, and the soft smile isn’t there but is hiding right under the surface. He kisses Buck, warm and gentle. “I know what you mean,” he says, quiet, a hand tracing over the shoulder seam of Buck’s red sweater. “I like… that you’re alive and put on clothes, too. And that you do it here, with me.” Buck grins, big and bright and understood, and Eddie kisses him again. “Yeah. You and me.” “You and me,” he agrees, kissing Buck’s forehead before sitting up and then standing. He holds out a hand. “Come on. We’ve got breakfast to eat and whatever to do.” Buck takes his hand and they move into their day. 

Tagging @forthewolves @homerforsure @burins @wildlife4life @shitouttabuck @shortsighted-owl

[sankttealeaf]

OC DEEP DIVE QUESTIONS

thanks for the tag @adorablebanite <3 tagging @kaleido-scope-lady @quacaserous @beecreeper @theviridianbunny & anyone else who wants to yap about their oc :3

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

Do they have any pet peeves?

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

What do they notice first in a person?

On a scale from 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

What animal represents them best?

What is a smell they dislike?

Have they broken any bones?

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Are they a night owl, or morning bird?

What’s a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Do they have any hobbies?

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprise?

Do they like to wear jewelery?

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Do they have a favourite fabric?

What kind of accent do they have?

handing you the questions here to make life easier, i'll answer for rue under the cut :3

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

fear of being abandoned. (she's just like me frrrr). pre-tadpole rue forms very strong attachments (see: her father. gortash.) and after being left alone many times before in her youth, she really struggles with the idea of being tossed aside

post-tadpole rue has a big fear of forgetting everything again. she's made lovely memories and writes down everything she does in extreme detail in case she ever wakes up without them again

Do they have any pet peeves?

people being too loud. she gets really bad headaches and will yell at people if they are being loud for no reason

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

1. the current book she is reading

2. a warm jumper in case she gets cold

3. her diary

What do they notice first in a person?

their eyes. easy to work out how they're feeling and useful to exploit later on

On a scale from 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

10. i like to think there's been many times while travelling that rue has definitely broken an arm and she doesn't realise it until it starts bruising up (and then she reluctantly goes to shadowheart and asks her to fix it)

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

fight. when in doubt, fight your way out! her go to tactic in game is to intimidate others to get what she wants but if that doesnt work? start a fight. physical or verbal, doesnt matter

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

rue doesnt remember her upbringing but she had two foster siblings (both older than her!) she's very much a found family person. has a lot of issues with herself and the thought of being a mother, but happily adopts arabella and yenna (as well as the tiefling children from the grove) along their travels. i like to think yenna visits rue and gale in waterdeep as she gets older.

What animal represents them best?

cat. despite her being dog coded, she is a cat character to me. likes her space, a little nervous, gets the zoomies

What is a smell they dislike?

one of gortash's perfumes. it was thick and rich and had a horrible musky scent to it that kept making her sneeze. so he changes to the nicer, milder vanilla and rosewood :3

Have they broken any bones?

yes. turning into the slayer requires a lot of bones to crack to allow room for growth.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

off-putting. weird. quiet.

Are they a night owl, or morning bird?

night owl!! rue does NOT like mornings. pre tadpole she will sleep in until noon if the world lets her. post tadpole she is a napper. gale comes home from work and finds her napping in the living room with the evening sun on her

What’s a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

hate: anything overly sour.

love: salty things (adds extra salt to gale's food and he has a heart attack)

Do they have any hobbies?

too many!! post game rue has a lot of hobbies she picks up to keep the Dark Thoughts At Bay. she loves gardening, pottery and embroidery the most!!

their home in waterdeep is covered in things rue has made. hanging up in the living room above the fireplace is a painting of tara rue did that she absolutely hates but gale adores. he frames it and his mother has asked for one as well.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprise?

she cries (of happiness). i like to think the first year after the absolute crisis is over, gale plans a big surprise party and everyone's there. rue comes home from getting groceries, sees all her friends in her home and just bursts into tears.

Do they like to wear jewelery?

yes! she loves earrings (changes the little swords gortash gave her as a gift a few years after his death, but keeps them tucked away as a little reminder of him) now she has little star ones that she adores! (a gift from morena)

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

MESSY!!!!! she's just like me fr!! pre & post tadpole, that girl has such bad handwriting! sometimes she cant read it herself :')

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

love and guilt.

Do they have a favourite fabric?

she loooves a good velvet. warm and fancy and reminds her a bit of gortash

silk, too. again, reminds her of gortash.

What kind of accent do they have?

she's tav 4 in game, so i guess a little posh? i think ive described her voice as "sophisticated" before. soft and gentle spoken which adds to the creepiness of the horrible things she says :)

this was so fun!!! i love yapping about rue. girlie lives in my head rent free :) please help me get her out!!

[satoru-is-the-way]

Spoilers for Avatar 2!!

Avatar! Rick Quaritch x Navi reader

"Given Enough "

Series Master List

Tag list: @the-wanderer-2022 @zootsutra @anyzandy   @kneelingforvillains @dioriez @mylovelyreblogs @dinobae-replyacc @voodoogoul @freshmoneyalmondathlete @thedumboneforsomereason @world-dominating-kitty @scarletpines

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Angst, Mentions of Dead, Killing in a sort, depression, and maybe some more not sure I'll add it I find one!

Also lowkey not proofread lmao. ..Also this does Include Mayan language and such because me trying to represent my peeps. Love you fam...but low key had to add the flying bison 😭 y'all don't @ me

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 -Flying is lesson one

Quaritch wakes up only to meet (Y/n) beautiful eyes gazing down at him. Yesterday felt like a dream. He never imagined himself to be in this position. But anything to make Jake Sully pay for his sins. “Lik'en,” She said. He looked confused at her. “Get up.” (Y/n) repeats in a more annoyed tone. “We will have to teach you our language. You are like a baby. You know nothing of our ways.” This earned a simple eye roll.

“So I assume we will be going over the language barrier today?” He stood up slowly standing a whole foot taller than (Y/n). Mastering the language would be the hardest part; everything else he figures would be easy. In the marine core, they trained him for many scenarios, but the likes of Pandora had not been one. But how hard could it be? “Unless you have something else in mind, princess.” He grins a flirty tone. (Y/n) looked down. 

“No, first we eat and then we ride.” She comments. Quaritch follows her. She tossed him a rather odd fruit-like food. It resembles a dragon fruit but on a much larger scale. “Lesson one is flying.” Quaritch chuckled.

“I already have that down with my Ikran.” He bit down on the fruit taking in its sweet flavor. He truly liked Pandor and could not wait until it belong to them. 

(Y/n) chuckled also eating her fruit as they walked through the village. “No, I am talking about another animal. Bigger, stronger, and faster than any Ikran. We use the Ikran for many tasks. But  Kamimaljuyú has another way of flight. They are part of our clan and have been since the dawn of time.” She called out for her Ikran who soon arrived along with Quaritchs. “We have many sub-villages in our large domain. However, these creatures live farther out to the east.”

“SISTER!” Called (Y/n)’s younger brother landing beside her Ikran. “The Mamífero Ka’anal’s have just given birth hurry!” Quaritch has never seen anyone this happy before. He took a mental note that these Mamífero Ka’anals could be a weak point in this clan. He nods over to (Y/n) and they both take off flying deeper into the clan’s territory. Quaritch knew he hit the jackpot landing here. If he could mate with the Princess all of this land, people, and warriors could be his to command. “Hurry before the children find their soul animal.” Her brother, Balam, smiled. Quaritch’s eyes widen and his ears go back once the large creatures come into sight.

The humans had very little information about this creature. He could remember the small paragraph written over these ‘Sky Bison’ in human terminology. They were large animals of the sky, they belong to the air clans, every ten years they could be seen on migration, and they would disappear into the mountains never to be seen again. They land next to other Ikrans. He noticed many children possibly around 9 years old gather at the edge with food in hand.

“What the hell are they?” He asked. (Y/n) smiled softly seeing the baby Mamífero Ka’anal’s fly around their mothers. 

“They are the Mamífero Ka’anals Great warriors in the sky. Or as your people might call them Sky Bison’s as they resemble an earth creature. They are part of our family.”

“Why are the children here?” He asked, walking closer toward the edge. An animal like this in a war would be unstoppable. 

“In our tribe when children turn a certain age they are given more responsibility and utilities before they reach adulthood. Such as this. New Mamífero Ka’anal’s are brought here. The child and the Mamífero Ka’anal bond for life. Much like the Ikran, they will never have another owner. But if their companion dies they can ever fly again.”

“What do you mean by never flying again?” He asked watching the newborns fly down to the Navi children. They were so small and innocent, weak. An easy target. (Y/n)’s ears lay back thinking of the sad times a Navi died before their sky bison. “Did…I say something wrong?” He touched her hand. 

“No, it is a very sad time. We bond with the Mamífero Ka’anal for life. It is more than a connection to an Ikran. They become part of our family, we are friends for life on a spiritual level. If we are in danger they can sense it and vice versa. Our bond with them is sacred and blessed by Eywa.  If a Mamífero Ka’anal dies we can never choose another. But if a Navi dies before the Mamífero Ka’anal’s…” (Y/n) paused, “The animal gives up their will to live. It’s cruel and unfair how they work differently. They will lose all motivation to fly, live, and be happy. They will not eat or drink. Normally to avoid the torture of starvation we perform a ritual in front of Eywa and kill the animal in a humane way before we return them to her. Then they can live in eternal happiness alone alongside their companion.” (Y/n) whipped the tears which fell from her large (e/c) orbs. He felt bad not for the animals or Navi but for seeing her cry. The colonel shook his head trying to stop feeling sympathy for the enemy. Her beauty meant nothing in the end because his goal is to kill Jake’s whole family. 

“Hey, Princess, don't cry. In the end, they are happy, right? They don't suffer anymore. They are returned to their family.” He tried to comfort her which seemed to work. “So…do I get one?”

“Yes, but there are very few adults. Sadly in some cases when a Navi child does not make it to age, there are some who are left over. It is harder to bond at an older age. Mainly catching them but I can help you with that.” She clears her throat. “First be thinking of a unique call.”

“So these Bison respond to a certain call?”

“Yes, they do. Watch and listen.” (Y/n) cupped her hand over her mouth calling out to her bison (this sound). The colonel listened and looked to see the bison come for their master. Soon the large creature called back, flying towards the floating land. “Hurry!” She yelled running towards the edge of the floating rock before jumping off. 

“Fucking hell!” He yelled before following the Navi princess. How did she land smoothing on top of the Bison? "SHIT!" He yelled, landing with a thud on the animal's back. She laughed and walked up onto the large creature's head connecting her queue to him. He gripped onto the bison's fur. 

"Áramà! My beautiful girl! I want you to meet someone." (Y/n) smiled as the bison flew down to the ground below. 

"Was jumping off the cliff necessary?" 

"For dramatic purposes…Yes it was." She laughed jumping down. Quaritch follows examining the animal. He looked for weak spots. This creature would be a nightmare to fight. "Áramà this is Rick Quaritch." (Y/n) said. The Bison leaned over sniffing the Colonel. 

"Hello there. Áramà is it?" He was supposed to treat this animal like a native. It seemed intelligent. Rick noticed the silent communication Áramà had with (Y/n) maybe their bond is on a spiritual level. "So girl where is the other at?" He asked reaching up to pet the female Mamífero Ka’anal. She looked at Rick before glancing at (Y/n) making a few sounds that sent the Navi into laughter. "What's so funny?"

(Y/n) chuckled," She said she cannot wait to watch you fail." The colonel looks at the bison and huffs. 

---

Currently (Y/n) , Rick, Balam, and Áramà are above an unclaimed bison. "So Balam , she is your sibling?" 

"Yes I am younger though. Now focus. You have to drop down and make the connection quick." Balam instructed. "Or else it will not work. Just try and think gentle happy thoughts when connecting. Calm and command the Mamífero Ka’anal. When you are done I will help you fly him." Balam said. Quaritch nods looking at (Y/n).

“What do you say, give me a kiss for good luck, princess?” This caused (Y/n) to smirk and move closer lips near his. Quaritch felt his heart race ear going back.

“I said dont call me princess.” She then pushed him off. Quaritch yelped, falling off Áramà and turning around to land on top of his bison. It was quick how much the beast began to thrash around in an attempt to get Quaritch off his back.

“Ts'a a wóoli' yéetel beet le vínculo!”(Hurry and make the bond!) (Y/n) yelled.

“WHAT.THE.HELL.DOES.THAT.MEAN?” He called back. This was much harder than some Ikran. This beast had strength. Quaritch refused to let an animal make a fool of him. He needed to focus on the mission. With one mistake it would all crumble. With a loud war cry, he leaped forward and connected his queue to the Mamífero Ka’anal. The bull instantly settles down. “That’s it, boy.”

Balam dropped down chuckling,” Not bad for a human. I am surprised you didn’t die.” (Y/n) soon lowers her bison so they are riding side by side. 

“Now give him a name.” She smiled.

“How about Pup?” He asked, causing the siblings to chuckle.

“I like it. Now come on. Let’s teach you how to fly. They are much different from an Ikran.” (Y/n) smiled. 

---

It was now nightfall and Balam returned to the village on his bison leaving Quaritch and (Y/n) alone. The pair lands on the ground side by side before descending from their bison. “So how did you feel about lesson one?” She asked, nudging his shoulder. The colonel had trouble admitting he enjoyed today. Enjoyed being with the Navi princess. Also, her brother was not so bad, her complete opposite. 

“I would be lying if I said I did not enjoy myself. Today was a different one for sure. Pup here is rather pleasant. It is so odd how…I understand him even without being bonded I feel him. Hear him. Know what he knows.” Rick did not know Navi could truly be this emotional. Have connections not only with their forest but animals. 

“Well, then tomorrow we are going to dive deeper into more traditions and our way. Including our language which you desperately need to learn.” 

“So then I get my kiss?”

“Tch, in your dreams.” She blushed.

“I am counting on it, princess.”

Chapter 3

[nekoannie-chan]

Last sacrifice

Last sacrifice

Title: Last sacrifice.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 732 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve and you go to Vormir.

Major Tags: Angst, sacrifice, death of a character.

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The ship was hurtling through space in an eerie silence, as you and Steve, sitting side by side, watched the space, neither of you had dared to utter a word since you had boarded the ship that would take you to Vormir. You had been fortunate, neither you, Steve, nor his little daughter Sarah had disappeared with the Snap.

Steve turned his head to look at you, reached out a hand and rested it on yours, which rested in your lap.

“I know this is all...too much,” he said although his voice sounded a little shaky.

“I know, Steve. But we're in this together. We have been from the beginning.”

Steve closed his eyes briefly, remembering all the moments they had shared. From the first time they met to the day Sarah was born.

“I remember when I first held Sarah,” he murmured, sketching a wistful smile. “She was so tiny, so perfect. And now...I can't imagine life without her, or you.”

“I can't imagine it either,” you said, your voice cracking slightly. “But we know we must do this. For her, for everyone.”

The ship began to descend as they reached Vormir. You walked beside Steve, both of you silently, but holding hands.

When you finally reached the top, the guardian of the stone appeared.

“To possess the Soul Stone, you must offer a sacrifice. One soul for another. One person you love.”

Steve looked up at you, his eyes filled with horror and pain as he understood what it meant.

 “No,” he said immediately, shaking his head. “There must be another way. I can't lose you.”

“Steve, we knew this wouldn't be easy. And now, we've always known there's a price for everything.”

“No. I can't let you do this,” he insisted, his hands gripping your shoulders.

“Listen to me,” you asked softly, lifting a hand to cup her face. “You have to go back to Sarah. She needs you. She needs her daddy.”

“What if she needs you?” he asked desperately, trying to control a sob.

“I'll always be in her heart. But you're her hero.”

“I can't do this, I can't lose you!”, Steve yelled.

“Steve, look around you,” you said, pointing to the cliff. “There's no other choice. And if one of us has to do it, I want you to be the one to go home. I want you to take care of Sarah, to tell her every day how much I love her. I want you to be the father she needs, to make her feel safe and loved.”

Tears began to slide down your face. Steve knelt before you, his hands wrapped around you.

“I can't live without you,” he sobbed. “I need you.”

You broke free and knelt in front of him, taking his face in your hands and forcing him to look into your eyes.

“And I need you, more than you can imagine. But Sarah needs you more. Promise me you'll take care of her, that you'll be strong for her, for us.”

You leaned your forehead against hers, Steve shook his head.

“I love you, Steve Rogers,” you whispered. “I will always love you. Tell Sarah I love her, and I'll always take care of her.”

You knew Steve wouldn't take it the easy way so you used your powers to force him to stay still, you knew it wouldn't last long, so you had to hurry. You took one last deep breath, then stood up, looking at the precipice that stretched out before you. You ran toward the edge, not looking back, but as you reached it, you stopped at the edge, turning one last time to look at it. “Goodbye, my love,” you said, before letting yourself fall.

Steve cried out your name, his voice wracked with pain and despair, but it was too late. He watched you disappear into that abyss, and dropped to his knees.

Then everything went dark, he opened his eyes in what looked like a lake, he slowly stood up, his body trembling, and he squeezed the stone hard.

“I love you, with all my being. I promise,” she said in a broken voice. “I promise I will take care of her, that I will love her with all my heart.”

He walked back to the ship, each step heavier than the last and the walk endless, tears kept falling down his cheeks.

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Ruins - Part XX

Chapter 20

Wordcount 3,4k

Title Part XX

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Previous chapters 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13 . 14 . 15 . 16 . 17 . 18 . 19

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: none

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N. A.: Finally, one of my favorite parts of this story is about to begin! As I said before, I've been planning the next scenes for a long time and couldn't wait to share them with you. Honestly, I think there should be more events during the party, but I decided that it would be too much and wouldn't add to the main plot, so I cut out some ideas. Maybe I'll post them as an extra chapter, but for now have this one ;)

If you sat down to write about all the encounters and surprises you had during that memorable night, you’d have to spend the first months of your marriage recollecting and categorizing your memories, for you were presented to many people, some of them known in your homeland at Midgard, others completely new to you. While your husband was mostly congratulated as the gods’ elder brother who finally had time to find love for himself, you were a novelty in each social circle, and everyone wanted a chance to see the newly created goddess from close.

Some of those new acquaintances, like the Solar Gods and their little conflict, had a deeper impact in you, and you had a special place in your heart for them.

One important friendship you began was with a goddess from your own pantheon, Athena. Months ago, Hermes has informed you that she has been absent from Valhalla for quite some time but hasn’t justified this attitude yet, but now she decided to attend the celebration and welcome her new pair.

You were curious when you saw that tall, elegant young woman with sober garments – including a head accessory that resembled a helmet and a necklace with a golden owl on its front – who approached you with no hesitation, and after the presentations you understood the sensation of depth and perspicacity you had when you looked into her brown eyes.

The first words exchanged between you were hers.

– This attentive look in your eyes, that has been watching my moves from far, and this undeniable, but respectful anxiety for our first contact… – she opened an enigmatic smile – It’s an avid reader we have before us, right?

You smiled back.

– You can say that, my Lady.

As always, Hades made the presentations.

– Y/n, this is Athena, goddess of Wisdom and Zeus’ daughter – and with a smile, – She has been willing to meet you since she heard about you.

– And this is not an exaggeration – Athena corroborated – After all the wonderful things my uncle said about you, Y/n, I wouldn’t miss the opportunity to see you with my own eyes.

You ignored the warmth on your cheeks and stared at your husband with an inquiring look.

– Does your uncle always talk this much, Athena-sama?

The goddess covered her mouth with both hands as she laughed at the said uncle’s surprised expression, then joined the game:

– Men are just like this, more than they’re willing to admit. You better get used to it.

Hades let out a loud sigh in an imitation of boredom, but you saw the diversion in his eyes.

– Won’t you show some respect for the old uncle who taught you how to read even in a day like this?

Athena crossed her arms.

– Absolutely not. Specially in a day like this.

There was laughter between you three, then the Goddess of Wisdom led her hands to her neck and took off the necklace from it. You were going to ask of she was about to do, but you didn’t have to: she offered the accessory to you with both hands, and after a second of hesitation, you accepted the gift.

– The life as a goddess and a queen is everything but easy, and there will be moments when you will think you will never succeed – Athena explained – In these moments, let the owl be your companion, and you will regain your courage and your wisdom. This is my blessing to you.

You spent a moment observing the animal’s big eyes, formed by a pair of black jewels, and a feeling of gratitude and comfort invaded your heart.

– I will surely do this – you raised your eyes to the goddess – Thank you for your blessing, Athena-sama.

– It’s good to hear that! – she replied with a satisfied smile – I hope our meetings in the future to be as pleasant as this one, young Y/n.

You nodded.

– Me too.

When Athena said goodbye to you and walked away, Hades helped you to put on the necklace. With all the new, grown hair you would never manage to do it without a mirror, and you said that to him.

– I think my challenges as goddess and queen started sooner than expected!

Hades agreed with a laugh. When he finished adjusting your hair, you turned to him and were going to ask how you looked, but gave up on it once you noticed the peculiar scene happening not so far from you.

Your sister Luna was chatting with a pair of cheerful nymphs you’ve met days ago. You couldn’t hear their voices from your spot, but you were able to observe and understand what was going on with precision: someone appeared suddenly behind Luna and made her startle; she turned to him and, though she didn’t know his identity, she wasn’t less impressed than the nymphs, for the intruder had the form of an attractive young man with fine clothing and green hair, who gave his attentions primarily to her.

You narrowed your eyes to the man, sensing something strange about him, but you only understood what it was when he made a swift gesture with his hand, making a flower appear between his fingers.

In a second, you were fuming.

– I can’t believe that! – you greeted your teeth – Not in my wedding!

Hades frowned, but soon understood everything.

– Well, well, if that’s not our friend Loki…

You were almost running to take your sister way from the Nordic god, but your husband held you in place.

– Hades, please, I…!

– Look – he interrupted you – Someone’s already there for Luna-san.

You looked again and saw the moment when, after your sister accepted the flower from Loki, your mother suddenly appeared behind him and poked his shoulder. He turned to her and, blushing at the serious expression on her face, he moved his hands and created a flower bouquet formed by the same species of the flower he gave to Luna, offering it to your mother. She held the flowers with hesitant hands, staring at them while trying to understand what was going on. Before she could do or say anything, a third person joined the group: your father, and he was as dissatisfied as your mother in the beginning, judging by his frown and his arms crossed over his chest. But Loki had a surprise for him too: smirking, he snapped his fingers and a flower crown became visible on your father’s head, to his confusion and to Luna and your mother’s diversion.

You stared at the group for a moment, then sighed and smiled at your own foolishness. Your family, you understood, would be alright taking care of each other; they’ve been really good at this for all the time you’ve lived with them, and nothing indicated that this would change. You gave up before you took the first step toward them.

However, you wouldn’t have much time to rest from the surprises of that night. You barely looked away from your relatives, you saw a small silhouette passing by you, coming from nowhere, so fast that when you were able to identify her, she was already five meters away: Ellie was running around as if playing a game, and before you could run after her, Helena passed as fast as the baby, calling her name.

– Ellie-chan! Stop running! – and, glancing at you with some embarrassment, – I’m sorry, y/n-san, she just escaped my grip!

You opened your mouth and closed it again as your sister followed the same direction as the baby, who kept running and provoking curious looks and laughter from the observers… until she bumped into someone’s leg and fell on the floor, sitting, and the entire room fell silent. Helena stopped immediately and didn’t approach Ellie’s spot once the person into whom she bumped turned and looked down at the little girl.

You held your breath and murmured to yourself.

– Ah… Poseidon-sama!

The Lord of the Seas, with his cold eyes glued on the child, spent a moment in silence, observing, as if he was trying to guess of kind of living being he had at his feet. Ellie – for your relief – didn’t make tricks, started crying nor did anything that could be considered petulance by someone like him: she just stood there, staring back at him and not understanding the situation she put herself into.

And, to everyone’s surprise, the god’s reaction was simple, and had nothing to do with discontentment or irritation: he bent down and took the baby by her armpits, with a delicacy you guessed that came from his inexperience with human beings: to him, if the adult ones looked so fragile that holding them the wrong way would cause permanent damage, even more their children. Ellie didn’t protest or showed fear: instead, she found it funny to be held like that and smiled at the strange man with ocean eyes.

The said man was clearly not used to have people who showed no fear in his presence, so he kept staring at the girl showing off her little teeth in an innocent smile, intrigued with her behavior… Until the shadow of a smile appeared on his lips as well.

– Are you always this audacious and brave, little person? – he adjusted his grip on her and allowed her to hold his finger.

Your heart calmed down as you looked around, while the faces of the guests softened at the scene. So, everything ended up well… Or so you thought.

You saw the moment when Ellie, with the typical childish curiosity, held Poseidon’s finger with more strength than usual and, before anyone could stop her, led it to her mouth, closing her little teeth around it as she used to do with her favorite treats.

You noticed the god’s eyes widening and a wave of gasps spreading across the room; you covered your mouth with both hands and your husband put his palm over his face.

After the first scare, Poseidon managed to free his finger from your niece and stared at his own skin, left reddish and wet. Again he looked at the girl, who still had that unsuspecting look in her little eyes, and the first thing he said in response would have provoked intense laughter if it was someone else in his place:

– Such a strong bite for a tiny little thing... Almost like a baby shark.

***

The next minutes of the party followed with no surprises, that is, nothing that resembled the incident involving Ellie and your brother-in-law, with you and Hades receiving congratulations and blessings from people from many pantheons and lands. Though you couldn’t remember all their names, you certainly would remember their kindness and receptiveness. However, not even this was enough to keep you in the room for more than those few hours.

It happened that, as time passed, the sensations that started right after you consumed the ambrosia continued to develop, and you noticed a strange tiredness taking over your limbs and your senses, leading you to a state of hyperstimulation, making the lights, colors, smells and sounds around you unbearable.

After saying goodbye to another group of gods, you turned to Hades and told him you couldn’t stay on your feet for much longer.

– I’m sensing the beginning of a headache, and I don’t think it will be a light one – you whispered to him – It will get worse if I stay here for too long.

He passed his hand on your hair, not disguising his worry.

– It must be another effect of the ambrosia. If this is the case, I’ll take you to our room now.

He closed his mouth when his brothers joined you: Zeus, with his calm demeanor and his hands on his back, Adamas with a goblet in hands and Poseidon, still with Ellie in his arms; now the baby was sleeping with her head on his shoulder.

– If you’re feeling a bit tired, it is, in fact, because of the ambrosia – Zeus, who overheard your conversation, told you – Your body is still mortal, thus sensitive, so that adapting to such changes is hard. You should really take some rest now.

– That’s what I’m intend to do – you replied – Thank you for preoccupation, Zeus-sama.

The chatting was interrupted by Adamas’ laugh.

– It’s always funny to observe these formalities toward my little brother – he approached and messed your hair on a spot away from your crown, – Still haven’t time to tell you that, but welcome to the family, y/n-chan.

You smiled with sympathy.

– Thank you, Adamas-sama.

You turned to Poseidon, who has been silent since the start. The memory of his abrupt encounter with Ellie made your cheeks warm as you observed her snoring on his lap, but you approached him with confidence.

– I apologize for the incident involving my niece, Poseidon-sama – you stretched your arms to her – I will take her back to my family, so she won’t be causing you more distress.

– Of course – he nodded and gave the child to you; she moved a bit when you held her, but didn’t wake up.

Finally, you tuned to your husband and told him you were going to leave Ellie with your parents. He agreed and replied that he would be waiting in the company of his brothers.

That was the last time you spoke with your family that night. You approached your parents and your mother took the initiative of holding the baby. She raised her eyes to your face and frowned.

– You’re certainly as beautiful as ever with your new appearance, my child – she passed her hand on your face – But you seem a bit tired.

– I am – you smiled – I’m leaving the party to take a rest. Zeus-sama explained that it’s one of the effects of the ambrosia, so it’s the best for me now.

– And I agree with him – your father approached, putting his hand on your shoulder. He still had Loki’s crown on his head and was now holding the bouquet.

You opened your arms and hugged them at the same time, involving the baby between you, then walked back to Hades after saying goodbye to them.

***

Because of the growing tiredness on your legs and the increase of your headache, the way from the room where the party was happening to the private chambers where your honeymoon should start seemed longer than you remembered it. There was a moment when you held your husband’s arm and told him you couldn’t go any farther.

– My body feels heavier at each step – you murmured – I guess I’m going to pass out…

Hades took you in his arms the moment when your feet failed you, stopping you from falling on the corridor.

– Guess the party was too much for you, little one – he whispered to you – Sorry for not taking you away before.

You smiled.

– And awakening the wrath of my new pairs so soon with this rudeness? No, I pass.

You didn’t remember if anything more was said between you or if you really passed out, but you only opened your eyes again when you heard a knob being turned and the door of your room was opened.

Hades crossed the living room, where you spotted candle lights on each corner, and took you to the bed area. Moving the sheets away, he left you on the right side of the bed and went to the balcony’s doors, opening them to let the fresh air and the soft light of outside in. When he came back to you, you were sitting on the bed, trying to take off your shoes.

– Allow me – he sat on your side and, without waiting for a response, put your feet on his lap and started to untie the straps of your shoes.

You sighed.

– The numbness is leaving, but I’m still tired – you passed a hand on your face, not worried about blurry your makeup – And this headache is increasing…

Hades bent down and left your shoes on the floor beside the bed.

– Come here – and, when you took off your feet from his lap and did as he said, – Untying your hair will release you from part of the discomfort.

He took off your crown and hairpin, then started to untangle the strands. You stood in silence as his fingers ran through your scalp, and realized you were feeling asleep; when you noticed, you were already leaning on your husband’s shoulder. He passed his arms around you and kissed your hair.

– I’m going to call Hermes and tell him to send Asclepius to see you – he said.

– The god of Medicine?

– Yes. He has seen cases like yours before, including Psique and Hercules – he explained – He will help you to get through the transformation.

You made a “hmmm” and sighed.

– I think I’m going to take a bath while he doesn’t arrive.

– Do you need help?

You shivered. Of course, you knew that showing yourself unclothed before your husband would become part of your private routine, but you haven’t thought too much about it, so the naturalness with which he asked that sounded sudden, to say the least.

– No… No, thank you.

When you were able to stand again, Hades left to call Hermes and you headed to the bathroom to prepare everything.

***

Contrary to what you imagined, taking a bath without help in those conditions wasn’t that hard. Your clothes were light and you were already on barefoot, so that the only struggle was to organize all the stuff you’d need. Besides, there was a bathtub large enough for you to stretch your legs and carved at a reasonable distance from to the wall, so you could rest your head on its border and leave all those inches of hair out.

Your right foot touched the warm water and a shiver was sent through your entire body. You passed your arms around yourself, finding the sensation strange: you weren’t that cold, right?

Well, whatever.

You were too tired to deliberate. You entered the water and stood there for the longest time possible.

***

You were already back on the bedroom, took your new side of the bed, wearing a night gown that didn’t reveal too much under a robe that you wrapped tight around your waist to wait for the doctor – that is, the Lord of all them – to see you. Hades hasn’t still come back when you left the bath and the chambers were too quiet, except for the sound of the evening birds out there and the ruffling grass touched by the wind.

You frowned.

I’m sure that they’re are at a good distance from our place. It’s funny that I’m able to hear them from here.

And even more funny was that you had the impression that those soft sounds were increasing your headache. You pressed your fingers against your temples. Could it be that the ambrosia was causing all of this?

If so, how long must I endure these symptoms? I only hope that Asclepius-sama answers my questions. That would surely make me less anxious.

You were thinking of this when you heard the noise of a door opening and footsteps approaching the room. You straightened up on the bed and, a moment later, Hades entered, accompanied by a young man… whom you already knew.

– Ah! Apollo-sama? – and, frowning, – You’re a bit different from earlier…

In fact, the visitor was like a living shadow of Apollo, but as your eyes got used to his figure, you were able to spot crucial differences: instead of the extravagant garment and golden jewelry, this young man wore nothing but a common, white tunic with a slit on each side, and a pair of leather sandals which straps reached the spot under his jerks; around his waist, a blue stripe of the same fabric, and no accessories were seen, except a satin stripe tying his long hair, which was of a darker shade than Apollo’s, and the same could be said about his eyes. On his right hand, he carried a sort of cane in the form of a column, with a serpent’s body wrapped around it, and over his shoulder there was a large bag, similar to the one of a traveler.

The young man, you also noticed, seemed to have the exact opposite of Apollo’s expansive personality and mannerism.

In the middle of this, Hades laughed when he heard your words.

– It never gets boring – and, turning to the visitor, – But I bet it ceased to be funny for you long ago, right?

The man carried a gentle smile on his face.

– It used to bother me in the past, but now I really don’t care much, Hades-sama – he commented with a low, composed voice – After all, my father is known for his presentable looks. So being mistaken for him is rather a compliment.

That conversation left you even more confused.

– I don’t understand – you alternated your look between your husband and the other man – You are Apollo-sama’s son?

– Yes. I am Asclepius, God of Medicine – the man nodded in respect – It’s been a while since I’ve met a newly formed goddess, so it’s an honor to meet you, y/n from Midgard.

Part XXI + Extra Content

[marasschino]

hello! you said to ask about your femadachi thoughts and I would love to hear! when I've considered this, I wonder if she still kills people and if her victims would be men instead or a mix of men and women lol. also wonder who specifically. like she still sees mayumi on the midnight channel first considering everyone sees mayumi first but I'm wondering if she would feel inclined to do anything about that or not... much to consider...

before I start. uh obvious spoilers for p4 lol.

tbh I hadn't thought much about how different the situation or possibly even the different victims adachi would have as a woman before you asked. I'm a sucker for focusing on the changes in relationships first when I do genderbends of characters bc I like inspecting how people act w each other and being a woman would definitely affect adachi's relationships in this case (cough cough work place sexism cough but also nanako). but after giving it much thought I can say with like 83% confidence that I think fem adachi would still kill mayumi and saki. the catch? she's doing this specifically bc namatame becomes her proverbial lab rat she's torturing in the maze that is inaba and she likes the idea of being judge, jury, and eventually executioner for a man she thinks has proved that he is worse garbage then most men are. this is my thesis and I will explain in a long ass essay (under the cut) like the nerd I am.

to start I also wanna add the context that I agree w the tags you left on my art that fem adachi wouldn't be a misanthrope she is a misandrist and internalized misogynist (she's definitely been a misogynist for longer tho). also while she definitely doesn't like mayumi and didn't really have much an opinion on saki, they don't get pushed in the tv bc adachi was coming onto them, but rather bc one of her motives will not pass the bechdel test.

for mayumi in canon adachi calls her out to try and make her feel bad/punish her for being a home wrecker in a things are getting adult rated way, but for fem adachi she is doing it in a women hating women way. Obviously, I think mayumi would be way less standoffish to adachi here, and is like, "oh women that aren't taken seriously gang haha I appreciate a woman reaching out to support me??" until adachi is on mayumi's ass with, "fuck female solidarity. why, as a woman, are you so stupid and dense to let a man be the reason your life is ruined? you aren't taken seriously mayumi-san? oh, its because you threw your life in the trash for some stupid man who thought he could have his cake and eat it too. you give a bad name to women (like me) who actually try to make it in this world." obviously things get heated and mayumi gets scared, then oops! tv push! uh oh!

considering the lack of respect adachi would have for mayumi, she doesn't feel bad about pushing mayumi into the tv at all. as if it's like she gets to punish this woman for having an affair, and later when mayumi is found dead, its like punishing namatame for having an affair by killing his mistress.

for a brief sideline into man killing, once mayumi is found dead adachi probably briefly considers throwing namatame into the tv when she can get his hands on him, especially when she hears about how much this dude genuinely loved mayumi. it makes adachi sick to think that this dude had everything on a silver platter (in her pov) and STILL cheated as if he didn't have enough. but then she probably finds out namatame lost his wife, his job, any public servant opportunities, destroyed his reputation, AND adachi herself got to kill his mistress, and she thinks, "huh. maybe this dude will suffer more if he's actually gotta live with the consequences of his actions all alone. death is the easy way out for him. and if suffering alive is not good enough I'll do something about it later. (:"

so this is where saki comes in. obviously adachi still questions her bc she saw mayumi's body etc, but when she calls saki in a second time for questioning its probably to actually 100% confirm everything (at first) bc adachi here is a woman detective at an office with mostly men who do not take her seriously whatsoever (this also adds to the fact that I think fem adachi is definitely more of a workaholic then adachi in canon but not too relevant here yet). while going thru everything they went over in the first questioning saki brings up namatame and adachi is so all ears. saki says something about how he mentioned the midnight channel and he was being creepy, and adachi's first gut reaction is namatame is a freak (negative) for talking to a teenage girl, and the more she keeps badgering saki about it she realizes something.

namatame thinks he can save saki from being killed bc he saw her on the midnight channel.

now adachi cooks up a wonderful idea: what better way to make a man like him suffer then to keep making him feel like he's failing people who show up on the midnight channel? and adachi? well, she's a strong woman that isn't afraid of a little collateral damage for the sake of cruel and unusual punishment used on a man. even if the collateral damage is a whole teenage girl.

sometimes when adachi thinks too hard about it she probably feels some guilt about saki, but she justifies that by telling herself the girl was already a workaholic, she was struggling, facing the perils of rumors about her being a pathetic and easy girl (cough cough adachi is projecting cough). death was an easy way out for a girl like that. early on she tells herself she gave saki some kind of mercy killing, but the closer adachi gets to losing it near endgame she sheds any guilt she may have had about it and wholeheartedly believes that death was a better avenue for saki and it was necessary to ruin namatame (and by this point also to fuck with narukami bc whatever they got goin on is fucking weird). (a mildly relevant sidenote for saki's death: I'm not a yosuke hater, but fem adachi sure is)

regarding other possible victims, do I think adachi would kill anyone else by pushing them into the tv herself? hm probably not. Not bc she doesn't want to, or didn't derive some satisfaction or perceived usefulness out of the first two, but bc I see adachi as an opportunist killer. any version of adachi is smart as hell despite being a piece of shit, and although fem adachi would have no qualms about eventually killing namatame once he was no longer fun to mess with, getting more premeditated might leave more room for error in her eyes, specifically once she convinced namatame to kidnap people on the midnight channel. once namatame is kidnapping people she knows that means she would have to get to whoever shows on the midnight channel before he does, which is too much of a hassle. also killing someone who wasn't on the midnight channel means she would inadvertently break the pattern of the first two even if the body would be found in the same state. it could also discourage namatame, and if someone realizes the break in the pattern AND if anybody gets caught, authorities might realize there are two murderers AKA it's too risky. the other reason is it's a very tight window for adachi to kill anyone else anyway bc once yukiko is thrown in, anyone thrown in after that might get saved by the IT.

she still throws in mitsuo tho and that was probably her favorite tv toss. that kid definitely pissed her off more then mayumi, for obvious reasons, and (with the exception of narukami) I think fem adachi has a special hatred in her heart reserved for teenage boys.

for fem adachi, she is perfectly satisfied having her little rat namatame run around thinking he's playing hero and causing an absolute mess, she loves ruining a man's life <3 she also doesn't mind knowing dojima is getting put thru the ringer while they're at work, and once she realizes narukami's involved she is interested in seeing what he does bc she's got a weird thing about narukami that's way too much explaining here (but its definitely still got to do with her projecting her issues w men onto him btw). adachi's also enjoying it for the exact same reason as in canon as well. its fun to her, a miserable workaholic who hates her job and the town she lives in.

lastly, I want to thank you for the ask!! I love getting to talk about stuff like this. it's the highlight of my week, and if you personally have other thoughts to share about fem adachi, man I'd love to hear em. this goes for anyone by the way. come scream at me please. here's bonus art for making it to the bottom of this:

[wyked-ao3]

Heyyy! Question for you: What's the best writing advice you have for other writers? Feel free to go in depth if you'd like!

- @adhdprincess

Thank you for the ask. @bluefiredesire

Okay so to be honest that's a complicated things to me as each person will react differently to any advice given...so I'll break it down a bit and people can pick and choose from the statements most of this is personal so will not work for everyone.

If you have trouble spotting errors change the font you might not find everything but you will catch more of it...my recommendation would honestly be comic sans but if it doesn't work for you try another.

Accept that your story may not be perfect but you tried your best and beta readers will help smooth it's out more....they are a life saver be it a fanfiction or an original story.

Write what it is you want to write...if you change it to much you will not enjoy the story nearly as much be it a fanfiction or original work.. although on original works you do have to keep publishing standards in mind if you intend to go that route...also not going that route so... don't know a ton besides always read the small print.

If you hit a roadblock and time doesn't fix it then perhaps go back a chapter you may have went the wrong direction.

Another thing to remember is that your story is just that yours...add some twist and turns you enjoy or s little Easter egg that only certain people would know...have fun with your writing and it will show in the work.

On the other side of that

Writing will not always be easy and will push you at times.. remember to take care of yourself while crafting your worlds.

You will not catch all your mistakes and while it's embarrassing it's a part of life and having autocorrect... unfortunately along with any other number or reasons...

While you shouldn't be to critical of your work you will not improve if your aren't critical at all...its a hard thing to balance

Take advice from others when it's applicable and don't be afraid to ask questions if you don't know something .. most people who know about the subject will be happy to talk about it with you to some degree and will be way better than google.. although it doesn't hurt to double check your sources.

Beta readers and alpha readers can help troubleshoot but at the end of the day the decision is yours to make...and no two people will see things the exact same way, which is why beta readers are usually an important step if you can handle it. Although I always recommend the person to do the first read through be someone you trust and who's opinion you value...it makes things flow easier for both parties usually... although if you don't feel comfortable with friends reading it than perhaps a stranger works better for you...(Not my area of expertise)

While it's is your story sometimes it doesn't hurt to keep the readers in mind as well as the genre's general rules or structures... Sometimes stories just don't pan out for one reason or another..don't judge all of a genre on a few.

And last but not least not everyone is going to like your work and that's okay because eventually your work be it original or a fanfiction will find a fandom even if it's a small one...

once you post/publish you never know who has read it and you don't know how it effected them...it could be the story that gets someone through a rough time or it be someone's comfort story ...it could be completely average and that is something you will rarely ever find out

I'm not sure who all wants to see this so I'm not going to tag many ... although I would like to include a special thank you for beta reading @gioiaalbanoart who has already helped smooth it out a lot already and I'm looking for to seeing what we end up tackling in the second reading.. and your opinion of the last few chapters lol 🫂

And thank you as well as the two I recently asked @leahnardo-da-veggie and @illarian-rambling 🫂 I'm looking forward to seeing your feedback and incorporating parts of it in.

[thefoolau]

🎪The Fool — a Welcome Home AU!🎭

ㅤㅤPeople are cruel, everyone knows that; and sometimes, a "Home" can be where others like you are.

ㅤㅤBut nice things never last, do they...?

ㅤㅤAfter being discriminated & ostracized by society for as long as they can remember thanks to Kastor's influence, Wally alongside Barnaby go out to find other puppets like them in order to create a circus, where they all started performing together. ㅤㅤHowever, this all came to an abrupt end when Kastor cursed the whole city, making all of them forget everything about the circus out of spite and jealousy; all except Wally, who now has to carry with the burden of remembering, while all of her friends don't.

. . . AU info below !

！﹘Index ,

Boundaries

Characters

Story

Misc

1. ﹕ Boundaries ,

💧 What is ok?

Fan art, edits, cosplays, fanfics, anything creative!

Platonic OC x Canon, Zeze is aroace!

Character interactions of any kind!  In any medium!  I’d love to see them!

Memes or things alike!

Hurt/comfort, angst

Fanon AUs of the AU

Edits! All of this, as long as you tag/ credit me of course!

💧 What is not ok?

Selling mass produced merchandise.

Sexual interactions, both explicit and not explicit.

Romantic OC x Canon, again, aroace!  Not open to relationships!

Anything related to crushes/ atraction to masc/ male characters, not even as a joke. Zeze's a lesbian!

Redesigns, recolors, tracing, etc. without my permission.

Gore, body horror Please respect these boundaries, if not you will be blocked and blacklisted.

2. ﹕ Characters ,

🎭 ; Wally Darling, the trapeze artist!

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🌺 ; Julie Joyful, the acrobat!

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⭐ ; Sally Starlet, the acrobat!

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🃏 ; Kastor (K.W.), the wizard! (antagonist)

the others don't have a reference yet, I'll add them once I make them!

3. ﹕ Story ,

ㅤㅤNo one ever liked them. None of them. They were considered weird, ugly; Dangerous. So they sticked together, supported each other, and thus formed a small family.

ㅤㅤAll of them had Something, were something others didn't like. Wally was too flexible; Barnaby was too big; Eddie was too strong, and all of them were monsters made out of felt to their eyes. They were easy to judge, so people took advantage of that.

ㅤㅤIt all started when Wally found Barnaby in an alley, abandoned and beaten up. They talked, and soon became friends; that's when they had the idea to find others like them, others who were ostracized by society. It didn't take long until they did; through sings, word of mouth and rumors, or by finding them in hidden places like dark streets or abandoned buildings. And so, they formed "Home", a circus of the city's "weirdos". ㅤㅤThey performed for others, with time gained their sympathy and admiration; their shows were fun, unique, mesmerizing. Everyone liked them. But most importantly, They liked doing them. They supported, took care of, Loved each other; they were finally happy, together.

ㅤㅤBut nice things never last, do they?

ㅤㅤIt started just like any other day; Wally woke up in the small room he rented with his share of the money made from the shows, got ready for the day and went out, heading to the tent they performed in to rehearse with the others. It was like a home, only there he felt like he belonged, only there he felt safe.

ㅤㅤBut it wasn't there. Home was completely gone.

ㅤㅤWally felt his heart sank. Did something happen? What could've possibly caused the whole tent to disappear overnight? She quickly approached someone she'd seen in the audience multiple times and asked them about it, but to his surprise, they looked at them with disgust and pushed him away, telling her to never approach them again before walking away, insulting him under their breath.

ㅤㅤShe quickly got up, running to the inn he knew Barnaby was staying at; they'd never seen him there, and added that they'd never let a freak like him stay there in the first place. When he got out, a man dressed in black stared at him from the shadows, mockingly smiling before turning away and disappearing without leaving a trace. Tears were already running down her face, ruining their make up and making other people stare at him with disapproval. "Why?" she thought, dropping to her knees, defeated. Why was this happening to him? What did they do to deserve this? Why was everyone so cruel? ㅤㅤAfter a few hours of walking around, he couldn't deny it any longer. To her horror...

ㅤㅤNo one remembered. Not even those who she thought of as family. ㅤㅤIt was like nothing ever happened. Like Home never happened.

ㅤㅤThis is a story not lost to time, ㅤㅤbut to a man's hatred and jealousy.

4. ﹕ Misc ,

The AU's Spotify playlist!

more coming soon . . .

Farewell, neighbor! Thank you for reading. @:)

[slowlysoluminary]

INFO

This blog is dedicated to posts about my isat AUs. As of 30/6/24 the only AU on this blog is To Reset a Kingpin, aka the isat reset au.

I like, reblog, and post other isat content / miscellaneous stuff on my main @llilyrose. This page is exclusively my AU content, announcements, etc. though fan creations will be reblogged and appreciated. Sometimes I'll post things about these aus on my main but anything super important will be reblogged here.

(If you make something for the au (fanart, writing, or just a short text post) @ THIS BLOG PLEASE!! pretty pretty please ... don't hide away)

TAGS

Everything on this blog is grouped by tag! I wanted to make it easy for anyone (mostly myself) to sift through posts when I start reaching the big double digits...

#isat reset au #to reset a kingpin ^ two tags for the same au; used on main blog also #resetfrin (<- reset au! siffrin character tag; reset+siffrin) #ghostloop (<- reset au! loop character tag; aka gloop in posts) #kingset (<- reset au! king character tag; king+reset) . 【 ✦ 】 . #rambling (<- infodump posts related to aus) #art #writing ^ sister tags; used for official/non-conceptual pieces #memes #doodles #drabbles ^ joke/conceptual works #asks #fanworks (<- fan writing / miscellaneous tag) #fanart (<- fan art tag) #sprite edit (<- any artwork edited from official isat / made to immitate official artwork)

(if i ever tag a post with "isat rewind au" instead of "isat reset au" please strike me down)

AU SECTION

The part of the masterpost where the posts gets mastered (ft. a brief synopsis of the aus to get you interested)

【 ✦ 】

TO RESET A KINGPIN

^ The first (and, as of right now, only) AU to be posted on this tumblr. Predominantly called Reset AU.

FULL MASTERPOST [coming soon]

initial concept post (concept art + rambling)

❝ In act five Siffrin grows sloppy, and the King connects his strange behavior to the Wish Craft that floats around him. When Siffrin is defeated, the King makes a wish. It resets the entirety of the timeline, back to the very beginning - when the King lost his memory of the island - and breaks everything in the process.❞

This AU plays with the idea of Siffrin meeting the King first, but adds a fun twist to spice up the dynamics between the characters. What's the twist? Read about the AU and find out yourself, nerd.................

post-game brainstorming <- doodles, memes, and rambles

lost in your reflection <- gloop art and mirror sequence chapter

logo, gloop + siffrin <- sprite edits (what it says on the tin)

chapters to-do:

the King's wish (in progress)

the party's missing pieces

siffrin meeting loop

siffrin and loop meeting king

siffrin and loop meeting party

art to do:

chapter cgs (1/5)

post-game full refs/name reveals

post-game sprite edits

relaxing on art for the duration of artfight, hence lack of art-related projects

ETCETERA

my ao3 profile, wherein I'll cross-post my writing after i finish the king's wish chapter

i would really appreciate it if you. reblogged my posts. but likes are fine too, any kind of notes make me happy

i post all my stuff on discord too, so if you see user llilyrose posting about this on isat discord THAT'S. ME!!!!! say hi i don't bite :3

if i make any errors in my writing or tagging specifically, please notify me. otherwise don't care didn't ask :wibbly:

[shirohige-pirates]

Hey Doll

CisFem Reader x Thatch

CW: toxic parents, manipulation, The Plan™, smut, mdni, I'll add as we go I'm kind of fly by the seat of my pants on this one.

tag list: @mfreedomstuff @harahettania @clumsyraccoon

Chapter 13: Yes Mother

A/N: This chapter contains physical and verbal abuse. Please proceed carefully.

“I am so sorry.” Thatch says for the third time since he got home. He’s set out the remotes on the coffee table. “I can’t believe I forgot to show you how to work everything.”

“It’s okay, I promise.” You reassure him. You aren’t sure what to do. When Thatch got home he found you napping on the couch. In your sleepy post-nap daze you’d admitted that you didn’t know how to turn on the TV and didn’t want to mess up a setting, and had just dozed off.

Taking a few minutes he walked you through the TV controls. It was easy enough, not too different from what you had at home, but you’d never been allowed to even touch those remotes. It was probably best to experience choosing the channel while you were on your own tomorrow, you didn’t want Thatch to worry more than he already was.

“If you want to rent a movie you can,” he says after he’s sure you’ve got the controls down pat, at least well enough to be okay on your own tomorrow. “Most of the books I have are about food and cooking, but I got one of those electronic deals somewhere. I can dig it up tonight.”

“Please just rest.” You offer a warm smile. “You were at work all day, and having the TV for tomorrow will be plenty. B-besides, I was… I was hoping I could maybe ask for something.” Your stomach knots, but you try to look and sound as comfortable as possible.

Thatch pauses, and his face lights up. “Certainly! Anything you want.”

“I… would like to… go on a date?” You can’t look at him as you ask, but you’re not sure you would’ve been able to do so regardless. It was almost painfully embarrassing to ask, even if the reason was duplicitous, it was something you did want to do with him.

“Tonight?”

“No!” You reach out for him, stopping short and covering your face. He looked so delighted you were worried you were going to break down and start crying. “No, I mean… I mean like, I’d like to see a movie, and maybe have dinner before, or… er… well, I’ve never gone to a play, or… anything.”

“Ah, I see.” Thatch ruffles your hair gently. “A full and proper date then. It would be my pleasure, doll.” He heads down the hall to his room. “Let me grab a shower and change, after dinner I’ll see what I can find for this weekend, okay?”

“Y-yes, thank you!” You raise your voice a little as he disappears down the hall. Sitting back down on the couch you look out the sliding door again.

You cannot cry. You can’t. If you cry then Thatch is going to ask what’s wrong, and if he asks you can’t lie to him. Doing this was bad enough, but if you told him then he could end up getting hurt. Your dad couldn’t harm him directly, but he could find people who would do it, you knew that for sure. Especially after today.

Thatch cooked so much the day before, dinner was an easy affair for him. It was interesting to watch him go through a few different ways of reheating leftovers in order to reheat each part correctly. He talked you through what he was doing, more you think, to fill the silence than anything else. The impromptu lesson was appreciated; you could cook, but not like Thatch, and you never really dealt with leftovers.

Everything was so measured to be sure you weren’t over eating that leftovers weren’t really something that happened.

After dinner, Thatch set up a laptop at the dining table, and looked up some stuff you could do for the weekend.

“There’s an Opera this weekend, and a performance of Shen Yun the weekend after that.” He says as you sit down next to him. “We’d have to leave Friday night for the Opera, it’s pretty much on the other side of the island. Grabbing a hotel room would be less hassle than waking up at 4am to get there on time.”

“The Shen Yun is closer?”

“Yeah, it’s barely twenty minutes from here. See? The Rumbar Theater House is just down the way a bit.” He explains, pointing it out on the little map. “It’s a long production though, we should probably consider a big meal before hand.”

You had told your father one or two weeks, and he hadn’t pushed for one or the other. The distance away from the apartment would be something you were sure he’d prefer, but you were nervous about traveling so far.

“We should do both.” Thatch says after a minute of silence.

“Huh? N-no, that’d be…” A waste, you think. Once your father does whatever he intends to do, you’re sure that everything will fall apart.

“Perfect,” Thatch interrupts your thoughts. “It’d be perfect. We should be trying to spend as much time together as we can. With my job that makes it a little difficult, but if we go on some big dates every weekend for the next couple weekends that would help make up for it.”

“But…” You take a moment, and Thatch sits still until you decide what you’re going to ask.

“Isn’t it expensive?”

He smiles and you feel your chest tighten again. “It’s not cheap,” he admits. “But I have more than enough saved up, and I think you’d enjoy both of them. This way too, you can decide which was more fun.”

“It’s -.”

“It’s not too much, I promise.” Thatch puts a hand over yours. “I’ll get things set for both of them, and if the travel and the Opera is overwhelming, I can cancel the other tickets. How’s that sound?”

You nod. It’s too much, it’s entirely too much, but only because you don’t deserve any of it. You can’t say that, and you’re pretty sure even if you did, he would argue. The only way that argument would resolve would be if you came clean about everything that happened today.

Instead, you sat with him while he booked the other parts of the dates. He gave you choices on a lot of things. Thatch chose the hotel, but let you choose one room or two. You chose one because it would be cheaper, and one with two queen sized beds because you weren’t quite ready to sleep in the same bed. It was the same cost as a single king, so you didn’t feel guilty.

You made plans to go out shopping tomorrow, or Wednesday. Thatch was going to try and get home a little early and if he couldn’t swing it tomorrow he’d manage it the next day. That way he could buy you something really nice to wear, since both events were the kinds of things you could get all dolled up for.

“I have nice clothes.” You insist. There’s no anger in your tone, but you don’t want him to spend more money than he already has.

“You do, and I won’t force you.” He gives you a smile that has the tips of his ears pink. “But the date will be fun for both of us, and… I’d love to give you a gift. You know, for your first real date.”

“Let… let me sleep on it.” You can see the edges of sadness creep into Thatch’s soft expression, but he nods.

“Of course.”

Shortly after that, you’d both gone to bed. As quietly as you could you cried yourself to sleep. The guilt made you feel sick, but if you got up to throw up you were worried you’d alert Thatch. You only had to hold out a few more days and it would be over. Whatever happened, he’d be safe.

Whatever happened to you wouldn’t matter. Not after all this. You didn’t deserve him. You didn’t deserve any of this. The whole match process had been fabricated, you weren’t even supposed to be here.

The only thing you did deserve was the guilt, and so you’d carry it. You knew your place, and your worth. You’d do as your parents asked to pay back all you owed them, and then accept whatever happened.

You slept so hard that night that you barely had time to scramble out of bed and tell Thatch good-bye in the morning. He asked if he could kiss your cheek and you said yes. He told you not to worry, but you weren’t sure what he was talking about, and then he said he’d be home for lunch, and not to worry on deciding about going shopping. He’d open up Wednesday for it, and that would give you time to think on it.

After that, he was out the door and you were in the empty apartment again.

Remembering that he said he’d be home for lunch you decide to eat a light breakfast and then take a shower so you can get cleaned up. Your face wasn’t too swollen, but it would be better to make yourself fully presentable if he was going to be coming back.

It was difficult. Even the “quick” breakfast took nearly an hour. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t shake the heavy feeling in your heart, and tears kept leaking down your face. Your tears last night were apparently only the beginning, and you wondered if your resolve was so flimsy that this was the result.

You waffled between resolving to tell Thatch, and resolving to not say a word at least a dozen times while you were in the shower. By the time you were done you’d only managed to resolve to stop thinking about it for the rest of the day.

So automatic was your usual process that you had hardly registered that you were back int the main area until you heard the door beep. Your eyes slipped over the microwave clock and saw that it was barely past 9am, there was no way it was Thatch. Fear grips your heart for a split second until your mother walks into the apartment by herself.

Fear is replaced by confusion. You can’t even sort out how to greet her.

Your mother hasn’t noticed the look on your face. She’s been looking around since she stepped in, a wide glee-filled smile on her lips as she takes in the surroundings. Your brain catches up enough to understand she used the key card your father copied yesterday, but her presence is still entirely too surreal.

“Show me around, Doll.” She says, setting her things on the kitchen counter as she walks past you. “This is much nicer than I had expected, I wonder if that old bastard pays for it.” Anger flashes across your face, but it’s long gone before your mother looks at you.

“Show me around!” She snaps and you flinch.

“Yes mother.”

You motion with your arm down the hall that leads to your room, and the bathroom you have. She looks around your room, only opening your closets to marvel at how much space you have in an apartment.

“Goodness! It’s bigger than our house.” Giggling she closes your closet and turns toward you. “His room, Doll, c’mon.”

“I… I haven’t.” You stammer and she rolls her eyes.

“I’m not asking you to lay in his bed, I’m telling you to show me to his room.” She asserts, turning you around and pushing you out of the room. “C’mon now, I’m not going to spend all day in here.”

You stumble a couple steps before you get your pace ahead of hers, leading her down the other hall to Thatch’s side of the apartment. She’s not even pretending to care about the common areas, and you’re certain she didn’t even want to see your room in the first place.

When you get to Thatch’s bedroom door you’re surprised to find it open. The fact that he didn’t even close it while you were here and he wasn’t sat heavy on your shoulders. The pictures of his family lining the hallway walls felt like condemnations with every step.

Thatch’s room was well organized. The king-sized bed was dark wood and dark sheets, with white accents. There were more cooking books in here, a desktop and desk in one corner, and a sense of military service in the way the bed was made and how his closet was organized. As far as you knew neither him nor any of his brothers had been in the marines. Maybe Newgate had just raised them strict in that way.

It would make sense, trying to wrangle and keep so many boys in line like he had. You can clearly hear him saying that he runs a tight ship, or something similar.

“Ah there it is.” Your mother says, looking up at a space high up in the closet. “Doll, go bring a chair in here.”

“You can’t take anything.” You say the words without really thinking, your mother’s eyes going wide as she looks over at you in shock.

“I’ll take whatever I fucking please, you ungrateful bitch.” She replies icily. The weight of your words settle on you as she raises her voice, pointing down the hall as she practically screeches. “GO GET ME A CHAIR!”

The volume, more than the words, has you down the hall in a dash. You grab one of the dining room chairs and carry it into Thatch’s room. Your mother points and you set the chair into the closet.

“Steady it for me, useless thing.” She grumbles, stepping up on the cushion and looking around the top shelf of the closet while you hold the chair steady for her. “Humph, a number pad and no key. Well, that settles that then.”

Stepping back down off the chair you’re relieved to see she’s empty handed. She waves you off to return the chair, and she’s coming down the hall by the time you’ve put it back where it belongs.

“Have you convinced that oaf to take you on a date yet?”

“He’s not an oaf.” You say the words far more quietly than you wanted to, unable to even look at her.

“True, he’s a monster. That brute, you didn’t see his face when he threatened your father and I.”

“Thatch didn’t threat-!” The sharp sting on your cheek was unexpected, as was the force she used. The sharp slap cut lines in your cheek from her fingernails. You put your hand to your cheek, shocked she would leave such a harsh mark on you. Especially your face.

“Don’t you dare talk back to me like that!” Her hand sails through the air again and she grabs your wrist roughly, twisting it until the pain has you on your knees. “Apologize this instant!”

“He didn’t threaten you!” You cry, trying to get her to let go of your wrist. You cry out as she twists it further, her other hand grabbing your hair and forcing you to look at her. The look in her eyes is wild and manic, you can’t remember ever seeing her so angry before.

You can’t remember defying her either, but Thatch hadn’t threatened your parents.

“APOLOGIZE!” She demands and you shake your head. If she twists your wrist much more she might actually break it. “He’s a fucking monster! I bet I could tell everyone he’s beat you, and they’d believe it. Wouldn’t even listen to a pitiful thing like you,” she snarls, a twisted knowing grin marring her features. “So desperate to be accepted by a faked match you let him abuse you. I’ll get your father up here and-.”

“Sorry! I’m sorry!” You wail, sobbing as she lets you go, leaving you to crumple onto the floor, throbbing hand to your bloody cheek. “I’m - hic - sorry, mother. I’m sorry, you-you’re r-right.”

“He’s a monster.” She says and you nod. “Say it, Doll.”

“He is,” you reply, hoping it’s enough to satisfy her. You don’t think you could actually call him a monster and she might really break something if you defy her again.

“Humph. Did you convince him to take you on a date yet?”

You nod.

Your mother hisses, taking a step toward you and causing you to back away so reflexively you’re under the dining table before you can stop yourself. There’s a tense moment of silence and she clicks her tongue.

“Text us the details before you go to bed tonight.” She commands, stepping away from you and heading toward the door. “Fix your stupid face before he gets home.”

“Yes mother,” you barely say the words aloud as she gathers her things off the counter and leaves.

You need to get up and get ice for your wrist. You need to get up and clean the scratches on your face and try to cover them up with makeup. You need to get up. You need to.

You can’t do anything but cry heavy gasping sobs from under the dining table. Almost no sound escapes you, the occasional hiccuped gasp of air dotting the relative quiet. A few painful sobs manage to claw their way into existence and you can’t keep quiet, letting the wretched wail into the air before forcing yourself to quiet again.

When you hear the beep of the door you realize you must’ve been sobbing under the dining table for over an hour. The door opens and you just stay where you are, resigned in having been caught. There was nothing you’d be able to tell him except the truth.

Thatch comes over, and sits down as far away as he can, and still be in your line of sight. You can smell the mix of flour and fruits on him, the soothing smell of honey and sugar from the confections made at the bakery. You don’t know if it’s the warmth of the shop that you can feel rolling off him, or if it’s just the warmth that always seems to be around him.

Most of you is hidden from him, curled up against the central table leg. Looking over at him you can see splatters of different sauces on his uniform, puffs of flour against his yellow scarf that makes it look patchy in places. The look on his face is sorrowful, and painfully kind.

He has no idea what’s happened. He might have an inkling, some idea gnawing at the back of his mind. His sorrow might be in knowing you’re going to hurt him, or maybe it’s just in knowing you’ve been hurt. He wants to be closer, you can tell, but he’s staying back until you give him permission.

How could he be so kind?

So gentle?

So patient?

He should be furious! He should be loud, and demanding, and unrelenting! This is his home! He shouldn’t be coming home to something so unknown. He shouldn’t find you like this. He should be able to have lunch with you, because that was the plan. That was how it was supposed to go. How it should be going.

His voice was quiet when he spoke. Like he didn’t want to spook you. The tone was soft and gentle, full of a pain you didn’t understand. How could two words sound so sad and so loving at the same time?

Especially when they were nothing but cold disdain on the tongues of your parents.

“Hey Doll.”

[renaiswriting]

Baci di Luna (part 3)

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol/Reader

Summary:

Saying I love you was never easy.

Having to say it in a language that wasn't yours was not easy either.

Imagine the struggle of that, and now add it to loving someone whose family thinks you're a monster.

It can't be easy at all.

Warning: Mentions of chest pain (?) And sick aunt. Idk, I think that's it.

Word count: +2.3k words.

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"You came back earlier today." Jeonghan commented, taking a sip of his morning tea. It was still quite dark outside, and only a handful of the wolves were awake.

"It was closed." Seungcheol mumbled.

His face was ducking to the side, and he was walking slowly with slumped shoulders.

He sighed, falling onto a chair and accepting the cup of hot tea Jeonghan was offering him.

Minghao was just finishing his tea. "It's okay, hyung. You'll get to eat those pastries later on." He tried to comfort the head alpha, patting his shoulders as he walked behind Seungcheol, walking straight to Wonwoo's room.

"Are you planning on telling the kids yet?" Jeonghan asked him with a raised eyebrow. Seungcheol shook his head.

"The last thing I want to do is stress them with the news, especially when some of them are just joining the pack."

Jeonghan nodded, looking through the window. Jihoon was playing with some balls that he probably stole from the town with one of the newest pups.

 

"It's a big deal," Jeonghan mumbled, chuckling at something that he saw outside, "you are our first example of imprimation; I think you should tell at least some of the olders; you know that we do need a plan B just in case..."

 

"You know it; that's all we need. You've been here almost as long as I have."

 

"I won't do it, Seungcheol. I'm not made to fit that spot in our pack; I genuinely think you should talk with Wonwoo or Joshua."

 

"Joshua." Seungcheol choose. "At least he's as old as we are."

 

Jeonghan nodded, taking the seat next to Seungcheol. "So how does it feel?"

 

Seungcheol's face immediately brightened up as he started thinking about his mate. "Amazing," he replied. His eyes were sparkling so much that, for a solid second, Jeonghan thought Seungcheol was about to start crying. "It feels like everything finally makes sense. Like I found the missing piece of the puzzle I didn't know was missing."

Jeonghan smiled at him and said, "I'm glad you found her." He admitted.

"Me too," Seungcheol replied.

"Are you going to try and meet her again later?"

"Yeah," Seungcheol nodded fervently. "But I don't know if I'll have much luck. There was something written on the board they use, but I couldn't understand it."

"You'll have to find some other thing in common," Jeonghan pointed him out, "because if we have to have bread for dinner and lunch for another whole week, I'm kicking you out. I swear."

"I never told you guys to eat it all!" Seungcheol sulked, his cheeks turning red. "I never get to eat the pastries I buy."

 

"Alright, alright." Jeonghan raised his hands, taking the last slice of bread that was left in there. "At least try and buy new stuff, though."

"I try! But the names are kind of difficult to remember, and I always forget everything whenever I see her." Seungcheol complained, hiding his face behind his hands.

The front door opened, and a sweaty Jihoon entered the house with a triumphant grin on his face. He gobbled down three glasses full of water before sending Jeonghan a curious look.

 

"Had fun outside, Jihoon?" Jeonghan asked instead, taking the fourth glass of water that Jihoon was about to drink and drinking it himself.

 

"Asshole." Jihoon complained, but he didn't make any effort to take it away from him.

 

Jeonghan returned it to the younger wolf once he finished it, a teasing smile on his face.

 

"Where's Soonyoung?" Seungcheol asked Jihoon, finally raising his head from the table.

 

"He's probably still whining about how I beat his ass." Jihoon replied proudly, walking downstairs with a straight back.

Jeonghan chuckled, finally shifting his attention back to Seungcheol once the other wolf was out of his sight.

 

"I'll go and check up on Soonyoung," he informed the head alpha; "he's probably sulking big time now."

 

Seungcheol nodded. "Why don't you take him to the lake? He usually likes to see the tiny fish in there whenever I scold him."

 

"I will; you go to sleep. You've barely been sleeping the past few days." Jeonghan was pointing at him.

 

The wolf wasn't lying; between patrols and the new additions to the pack, his new mate, Seungcheol, was constantly running in around two hours of sleep.

 

And the constant headaches were an indicator that he definitely needed to give his brain and body a good rest.

 

"But what if she's at the bakery when I'm sleeping?" Seungcheol frowned.

 

Jeonghan clicked his tongue. "If she's there today, then she's going to be there tomorrow; give it a rest, would you? At least for today. You won't be able to initiate any conversation with her if your brain is fried from lack of sleep."

 

Seungcheol still wasn't convinced.

 

Jeonghan sighed. "I'll go and take a look later, and if I see that the bakery is open, I will come back and wake you up. Alright? Would you go and sleep now?"

The pain in his chest was increasing with every second he didn't see you; it was so annoying. He pressed his hand against his aching chest, hoping that the added pressure would help him erase the pain.

"You promised it?" He asked.

"I promise it."

"Alright, then." Seungcheol agreed. "But as soon as you see it open, you run back and wake me up. Got it?"

Jeonghan looked annoyed. "Run? Seungcheol, c'mon, you cannot be serious. I will walk fast; that's the best you're going to get from me." And at the mad expression on Seungcheol's face, he added, "The town is pretty far from here!"

Seungcheol growled, his fingers massaging his dry eyes. "Fine! But you walk as fast as you can."

And with that, Seungcheol walked to his room, closing the door behind himself.

 

Jeonghan sighed one last time before walking towards the back of the house, finding Soonyoung sitting on the ground, angry, mumbling to himself while pulling up some grass.

 

"Hey Soonie." Jeonghan moved towards him, softly carrasing some of the younger wolf's hair to calm him down. He knew that the wolf had a soft spot whenever someone called him by a diminutive of his name.

"Nothing." He mumbled, his head moving closer to Jeonghan's hand, a pout on his face as he kept remembering what had happened before.

 

"You sure? Because that's not what Jihoon told me."

 

Soonyoung shook his head, moving away from the older wolf as he was now looking away.

 

"Why don't you tell me what happened?" Jeonghan asked once again, his tone soft.

 

"I'm sick of now winning, never. I'm always too slow and dumb; I'm sick. I thought being a wolf meant my senses were better, but it still feels the same as when I was just a human." He crossed his arms over his chest, hiding his face behind his ankles.

 

"You're not dumb, Soonyoung." Jeonghan reassured him. "Jihoon is just way faster than most of the wolves in our pack. It's okay; you will eventually find what you're the best at." Jeonghan smiled at him. "However, we're a pack, and it's not your priority to find out, Oh, I'm better than this person at doing this thing, you understand? We're all in this together."

 

Soonyoung nodded. "Still. I wish I could at least have something."

 

"I'm sure we can find out something together; why don't we go to the lake? There's some bread that we could feed the fish." Jeonghan offered.

 

"I don't think that's good for the fish." Soonyoung frowned, but he was starting to stand up nonetheless.

 

"Is it? My mom used to take me and my sister when we were babies to feed bread to the fish."

The two wolves started moving toward the forest, meeting Joshua on their way. The wolf had just finished his rounds and was going back home.

He wasn't necessarily tired, so he decided to join the duo on their way to the lake.

 

Soonyoung quickly started running, leaving the other two behind.

 

"He seems excited." Joshua chuckled.

 

"He had a fight with Jihoon." Jeonghan told him. "Or well, I don't think Jihoon knows they have had a fight."

 

Joshua nodded, already having an idea of how it could have gone.

The two of them sat down on the ground, looking at how Soonyoung was touching the cold water with his hands on the other side.

There were some fish here and there, but most of them were scared as soon as they saw Soonyoung.

 

"Have you noticed anything different about Seungcheol lately?" Joshua asked, picking up a rock near him and throwing it into the lake.

 

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow. "Different? What do you mean?"

 

"Well, he's been a bit...distracted, I guess. And he's been going to town almost every day," Joshua replied. "It can't be something good; he hates going to the town, and lately I cannot think of a single day in which he hasn't made his way down there."

 

Jeonghan chuckled. "Oh, that. Yeah, he has found this girl, and he has imprinted on her." Jeonghan informed him, taking a glance at Soonyoung, who now has half of his arms on the water.

 

Joshua's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? He never mentioned anything."

 

"He's pretty smitten with her. It's cute, really," Jeonghan said, a fond expression on his face. "But it is also kind of annoying, like he won't even go to sleep if he has a chance to see her. And I get it, but still."

 

Joshua smiled. "Have you met her yet?"

 

Jeonghan shrugged. "No, but Seungcheol seems to really like her. I hope she can accept him once he tells her everything."

 

"You think she won't?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

 

"I don't know; there's always the risk of rejection." Jeonghan looked at him sadly.

 

"But what are we going to do if that happens? You know what happens if an imprint is rejected."

 

Jeonghan nodded, his expression matching Joshua's worry. "We will see. It doesn't have to be that bad, right? You never know; she might accept him for all we know. But whatever happens, we can't do much to change it."

 

"I just wish there was something we could do to help him," Joshua said, his eyes lost in the horizon. His mind was creating so many scenarios in his head, and he wasn't sure he liked any of them.

 

Jeonghan placed a reassuring hand on Joshua's shoulder. "We'll just have to wait and be there for him, no matter what happens. We can't predict the future, but we can always hope for the best."

The sound of Soonyoung falling onto the lake startled them both. A big wave was formed for a second, and some of the water fell near the two other wolves.

 

"Soonyoung!" Jeonghan half-complained, "Are you alright?"

 

Soonyoung emerged from the water; his hands were trying their best to take all the water from his face and hair, and his lips were now starting to turn purple.

 

"Yeah..."

 

"Get out of the water." Joshua told him, raising a hand to help him out. "We should go back before you start getting sick."

 

"I can't; I promised Seungcheol I would go to check on something in town." Jeonghan sent Joshua a secretive look. Joshua easily caught up on what was being said between lines, so he quickly nodded.

 

"Alright, Soonyoung and I will go back then. Be careful." He reminded Jeonghan.

Jeonghan's first impression of your family bakery was cozy. There were two old women and one man paying for something.

He glanced around at the various baked goods displayed on the shelves. You were behind the counter, a friendly smile on your face as your eyes met his, greeting him.

 

"Hi, welcome to our family bakery! What can I help you with?" You asked him.

 

Jeonghan hesitated for a moment before responding, "Actually, I'm not sure what I want." His eyes desperately looked around, trying to see if he could get a glimpse of something familiar. "My friend, he, um, comes here a lot recently. But I'm not sure what he usually buys."

 

Your smile brightened. "Oh, well, our Sfogliatella have been quite popular lately, and I have heard lots of people liking our biscotti." You recommend him. "Is there anything you think your friend might like?"

 

Jeonghan grinned. "Actually, my friend has already tried everything here. He's a big fan of your baking."

 

"Oh, I'm glad." Your cheeks were as red as a tomato.

 

Jeonghan leaned in closer to the counter, resting his chin in the back of his hand, taking a nice look at your face. "Yeah, he says your pastries are the best he's ever had."

 

You titled your head, taking a step back to avoid being that close to him. "Is that so? Which one is his favorite?"

 

Jeonghan smirked. "The one with the long, wavy black hair and puppy eyes."

 

"E-excuse me?"

 

Jeonghan straightened up, still grinning, and said, "Nothing you have to worry about; it was just a silly joke. I'll take the Sfogliatella; I bet Seungcheol will love that one."

 

 Seungcheol.

 

It has been a couple of days since the last time you saw him; at this point, he had become a regular client based on the number of times he went to your bakery to buy food.

 

You have talked about him with your friends from Italy on your little trip to visit your sick aunt. They have asked you to describe him, but your descriptions didn't seem to be good enough for them to picture him, so you ended up drawing him instead.

 

Your cheeks turned pink from the memory of the man in your little notebook.

 

You wonder if he would get scared or feel creeped out by it.

 

Jeonghan handed you the money and said, "It was nice to finally meet you."

 

"Finally meeting me?"

 

"Oh," Jeonghan chuckled, "you're quite the star in our house."

[h-c-u]

Unhealthy Obsession

Summary: The one where Slider is obsessed with you, but you were obsessed with him first

Pairing: Ron "Slider" Kerner x stalker fem!reader 

W/C: 7.6k

Rating: +18, stalking, age gap, size difference, creepy and unhealthy relationship, psycho reader, underage reader in the beginning (no descriptions of sex until she's 19), mentions of other people having underage sex.

TWs: Stalking

A/N: Dead Dove Do Not Eat. You are responsible for the media you consume. 

Taglist: @jovialladyaurora

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You were just a few weeks shy of 17 when you saw him for the first time, and right then and there you knew that he was yours and you were going to be his... He just didn't know it yet.

He came to your high school with his friend who was giving a speech about how important the Navy is, and why all of you should consider joining, although he didn't exactly look like he believed in what he was saying, at least not to a bunch of teens. You didn't care about the rear admiral of whatever though... Instead, your eyes were glued to his shadow, leaning back on a very uncomfortable chair... He looked as if being here was a punishment, and you couldn't blame him, because you hated this place with passion. And he was just so easy to look at, all nonchalant, skillfully playing with a butterfly knife without any care in the world, and you couldn't help but wonder what else his fingers could do. You knew that one day you would find out, but for now - you just wanted to know his name... The patch on his uniform only said "Slider", and you smirked as soon as you were able to decipher it from afar. But that wasn't enough to find him...

Finally, you overheard him introduce himself to your English teacher after the whole presentation. Ron Kerner... He was laying it thick, and she was blushing. Oh well... you never liked that bitch. You took a very calculated look at them both and noticed the knife sticking out of the back pocket of his pants. One more look around, and no one was paying attention to anyone, people were walking briskly away from the corridor, and it wasn't that uncommon to bump into someone if you were not careful.

You were very fortunate to have a best friend who was your literal ride-or-die, and one look between you two was enough for her to see that you were in your little psycho mode, and she was already jumping in on it. You grabbed her by the wrist and both of you jogged towards your man. Just as you were getting closer, you pulled her in, so from the outside it looked like she accidentally shoved you. Enough for you to glide against his back and lift the knife from his back pocket, but not enough for you to land on the floor. Before both of you sped up, she shouted sorry, and dragged you around the corner, pushing your back against the wall.

- You always choose them hot... - she whispered, grabbing your hand, which was wrapped around the stolen black butterfly knife, and forcing you to present your trophy. She hummed, a little bit impressed with your pickpocketing skills

- After all, I chose you too, didn't I...? - you laughed, but when she reached to grab the knife you shot her a warning look, and she backed off immediately. Even though you shared almost everything, there was still respect for the few boundaries that were left. Well... When it mattered.

- You did. What's your plan...? - she took a quick look around the corner, and let you know it was safe to watch, so you peeked at him again.

- I'll just take him... - you said with a dangerous smile, while he was still flirting with your teacher. - It will take some time and a lot of effort, but he's the last one... I can feel it... - Heather looked at you instead at him, and something in your eyes told her that this time you were serious, and it made her sad a little because it meant an end to a certain era.

- What are we doing about her? - she asked, and she didn't even have to add anything else for you to understand exactly who she was talking about.

- It's an old building... So many things are worn to the point of danger... And it's so easy to just... slip... if you're not careful. - the devious smile crept on your face, especially when you saw that he put his hand under her chin, forcing her to look at him and you clenched your jaw. It would be so easy for you to unravel and lunge at the older women, but you knew it wouldn't work to your liking in the long term... You had to be patient.

- Noted... Leave it to me... - she leaned a bit closer to you and put a hand on your hip. - Do you think he's got a record? - she asked quietly, and you liked where her thoughts were going.

- I don't think so... Military and all... And even if he did something illegal, he might have gotten away scot-free... But... We can still check. - he finally left the woman alone and flustered, because his friend called him and let him know that it was time to leave.

- What are you gonna do about Matty...? - Heather leaned back when he finally disappeared from your line of sight, giving you more room to breathe.

- I can prep him for you if you want... He would give you a sweet, perfect, pillow-princess life that we all know you deserve. - you flashed your teeth at her, and she laughed out loud at the thought. You honestly liked Matt; being his girlfriend without that might have been a bit hard. But you knew from the beginning that it just wasn't… it. But his parents were loaded and more than fine with you staying there most nights, since they knew your situation.

You never knew your parents, and the idea of adoption never stuck with any of your foster families. Well, you didn't blame them, because when you were a kid, you didn't know how to keep your psycho in check. Now things were different... You were much crueler and more calculated, but only when you were sure that you could get away with it; you had to learn that the hard way... But it was already too late for you to find a good home since most families wanted kids young enough to call them mommy and daddy, so you had to find a way to get a good life on your own. And the simplest option was to marry into a good, naive family, and Matt was exactly that for you, a means to a good life... Well, until today.

- Nah, we both know I'd suffocate. Milk him for all you can till the last possible moment. - Heather gave you a soft smile. - And maybe make him buy me a nice, expensive purse for my birthday... - she laughed, and you were finally ready to move.

- Deal. - she wrapped her arm around your waist and led you both out of school.

It didn't take you long to get to the police station, where the sheriff was already waiting for Heather, and when she was screwing him in the bathroom, you snuck into his unlocked office - perks of a small town; everyone trusted each other. But leaving your login and password on a sticky note taped to the monitor was just stupidity; you weren't complaining about that though.

It wasn't the first time you found yourself searching through all the databases that this shitty department had access to. It took some time to load everything, but you were able to find a file with his name from over 20 years ago, which must have been before he joined the Navy; fortunately for you - it wasn't sealed. And just like that you had all his details, including the address, although you doubted, he still lived there. But there was also a mugshot, all beaten and bloody, but with a cocky smile lighting up his face as if he didn't regret anything he did. You quickly skimmed through the file to learn what he did, and you couldn't help but grin. He beat up 6 other guys for trying to gang up on some girl. He was released the next day, but there was no information about what happened after that.

You quickly printed two copies of the file and deleted the information about your search, although you seriously doubted that anyone here would realize what happened. You waited patiently in front of the building for Heather, and it didn't take long; they never lasted long with her... But fucking the sheriff had its perks, especially when her afterschool activities weren't exactly legal.

- Got what you wanted? - she asked as soon as she opened the door, and you nodded with a smile, file safely tucked away in your bag. - Great. Do you want to spend the night and brainstorm...? - like she had to ask. You loved her to bits, and you knew exactly how lucky you were to have someone as crazy as you, either to keep in check, or push you to extremes, and Heather was perfect in balancing both sides of you.

- With you? Always! - you laughed and grabbed her hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. In another life, she would have been the love of your life and you would ride into a sunset together, but in this one, you were more likely to blow up the factory and walk away from it, with explosions behind you.

Her house was modest, a complete contrast to her personality, clothes, and accessories, but it's not like she could flaunt her money in front of her grandma, who was her legal guardian. Although considering how oblivious she was, you wouldn't be surprised if she didn't even notice.

It took both of you a few hours of intense research to find all the necessary details and make a plan based on them.

You found out that Captain Ron Kerner was a highly decorated RIO, but it was hard to find much more about specifically him. Fortunately, there was information about how to get in touch with former and active members of the military via a specific office. And Heather also found information about the Naval Academy archive, where some of the files were kept, so you knew that sooner rather than later, there will be a road trip in your plans.

You also learned more about the Navy recruitment process because you already knew that you were going to change your whole carrier path just for him. Technically you would be able to apply in less than a month if you wanted to go the more... traditional route. But you wanted to be a pilot, to be close to him, and the Naval Academy wouldn't admit someone without a high school diploma, so you would have to wait two more months until graduation.

The Naval Academy itself would last 4 years, but in the end - it would have been worth it... For him, you were willing to starve yourself and live off the crumbs, because the meal you'll be eating till the end of your days would be better than ambrosia.

The second time you saw him was during your third week of boot camp and it took all your self-control not to throw yourself at him when you saw him sitting in a white plastic chair, all smug and with one leg thrown over the armrest, reading a newspaper, while his group of newbies was doing push-ups on rough sand. It was so easy to imagine sliding in between his thighs, undoing his pants, and taking his whole length into your mouth... But it wasn't the time just yet. You needed him wrapped around your finger and not thinking about you as a one-night stand.

But you still couldn't help yourself, and you messed up your exercise on purpose to get more laps at the end of the day, just so you could spend more time outside and catch a glimpse of him every three minutes when you were at that specific part of the field. You felt like a drug addict with the next dose dangling right in front of your face; like he was a magnet pulling you in with such strength, that you couldn't lose focus even for a second, because if you did – you would mess everything up.

And yet it still didn't stop you from sneaking to the men's locker room at the end of the day, when you noticed him going in there. You knew that at this time every single recruit would be eating dinner, so the chances of anyone catching you there were minimal. You were just hoping to catch a glimpse of him, maybe smell what type of gel he was using, but you got so much more...

The loud sounds of water drowned your light steps when you got to the common area, wrapped only in a towel, so you could use getting lost as a possible excuse if needed. Only one of the stalls was occupied and the shower curtain was almost entirely drawn, but there was a maybe... 3-5cm gap through which you were able to see him... Well, his back, to be more specific. The water was cascading over his neck and back muscles. One of his hands was on the wall in front of him and the other was lower, moving around his abdomen in a slow but rhythmic pace... And then you heard his moan... It shot straight through your core, and you had to put your hand over your mouth not to reveal that you were there.

You tried moving to a different spot in hopes of seeing more from a different angle, but it was futile. So instead, you leaned on the wall close to the door, and keeping your eyes on him, you moved one of your hands under your towel. He was just a couple of meters away from you and you could almost taste him in the steamy air. You wanted nothing more than for him to sink into you and use you in any way he wanted... But for now, the knowledge of him getting off with your eyes laser-focused on him had to be enough, and with Slider so close, it didn't take you much time to cum and drench your hand with your own release. Thank gods the floor was already wet, and you were wrapped in a towel.

And then the water suddenly stopped, so you reached for the door handle, but before you left you couldn't help yourself from grabbing a t-shirt he was wearing earlier today from a bag on the bench, and then you bolted outside, not really caring about much more.

After the shower encounter you had to wait much longer to see him again, but you knew that was a possibility due to the nature of his career. It didn't change the fact that you still craved him with every atom of your body, so when you heard his voice... You had to lean on the wall not to fall over. It took you a moment to compose yourself, but when you eventually did, you turned around, so you could look at him speaking with one of the commanders you knew you should remember the name of, but you didn't. Slider was asking about the exact group size, and you instantly got curious, so you stayed back to learn even more.

He was about to do a guest lecture for a class two years above you and hell would have to freeze over for you to miss it. So, after overhearing the lecture's name and the room number, you came up with a plan for how to sneak into the auditorium. It wasn't exactly hard, because there were over one hundred people waiting, and because it was a mix of few groups, no one knew everyone. You made sure to sit in the back of the auditorium, but not entirely in the back, so you wouldn't stick out on the background of mostly much taller, male aviators who occupied the last few rows.

By this time, you already knew about every non-classified mission he was a part of, whom he flew with, and who his friends were. You knew all his grades, memorized his dissertation, and every published essay he was a part of creating... You were basically a walking encyclopedia on Captain Ron Kerner, thanks to the files available in the academy.

But then the attendance list was read out loud and your name wasn't on it. The guy next to you gave you a dirty look when he realized that, but you just shrugged and mumbled something about talking to the teachers after the lecture, because you didn't want to interrupt now. But then, as the presentation was loading up on the screen, someone else realized. You could tell Slider noticed you for the first time ever and was about to call you out, so you did the only thing that came to your mind which was placing a finger on your lips, as if you tried to shush him, and winking at him, and as soon as you did that, he gave the most beautiful, jaw-dropping smirk that almost made you blush. But he didn't draw attention to you, although his gaze stopped at you a few times over the whole lecture, which contents you wouldn’t be able to recall even under torture.

Although you wanted nothing more than for him to bend you over that desk and fuck you so hard you would have bruises to remember him by, you focused on the bigger picture; it was too early. So, you snuck out of the auditorium about 10 minutes before the end of the lecture, without drawing any attention to yourself and left for your next class, trying your best to come up with a good excuse for why you missed the last one.

The next morning you just happened to hang out in the guest area, pretending you were waiting for someone, and not at all because you wanted to see in which room he was staying. He didn't notice you this time, his attention fully on one of the 4th year students, or rather - her breasts. you dutifully noted all you could about her to find her in the records later today. When they disappeared behind the corner, you went into the hall they emerged from and entered his room as if you were supposed to do that, and because of the confidence in your moves, nobody questioned you. It wasn't the first time you used the master key you stole from the cleaning crew during your first week here, and it definitely wouldn't be the last, but it would be the most memorable.

It wasn't the place he was living in, so it didn't have many marks that he was there, but still... The sheets in his bed were stained with his cum, which you found atrocious because you wouldn't let one drop go to waste, so that bitch definitely deserved what will come for her... His clothes were bundled up in his bag, and you just couldn't help yourself. You knew he wouldn't be back for a while, so you took out every single item from his bag and analyzed every detail. It wasn't much, just regular things a person would need during a three-day trip, but now you knew what type of soap and toothpaste he was using. He even had his cologne in the bag, and you just had to put it on your wrists and behind your ears.

You looked at your watch... If you stayed any longer, there was a high chance that you would be late, but you didn't know when would be the next time you'll be able to see him, so you chose to live a little... You climbed into the bed he had sex on last night, unbuttoned your trousers, and slid your hand under the material. You knew your body well and you knew where to rub, what to pinch, and where to push to get off as quickly as possible, and you did just that. It wasn't even two minutes before you were on your stomach, ass high up in the air and your face smashed against the pillow in search of the slightest trace of his scent. And when you finally finished, you had to bite on the material not to let anyone in the neighboring rooms know what you were doing there.

You unintentionally left a wet imprint of your mouth on that pillow, but you were 90% sure it would dry out before he comes back, so you honestly didn't care... And even if he realized, it's not like he could connect you to this small breaking and entering. Before you left, you grabbed one of his boxers from the bag, as a souvenir; it's not like he was going to miss them...

Next time you didn't exactly see him, only his gear in the locker room... Which meant that he was leading a flying exercise you unfortunately somehow missed. But you still waited patiently to see if he'd show up to collect it, but he didn't, which left you a little bit disappointed, because you haven't seen him for almost half a year now... But you still kept your eyes on the bigger picture, so instead of doing anything stupid or making a scene, you cut the straps of his helmet with the knife you stole from him the first time you saw him, which you started keeping on you after one of the guys from your year tried to do something he definitely shouldn't.

Back in your room, you cut the leather even more and sewn it back together, so it could be worn as a bracelet, and no one would be wiser. And after you put it on, it never left your wrist, serving as a reminder of what was about to come.

It was four months later when you met him next time... One of your teachers actually officially introduced you two together when you stayed longer to discuss a project you were working on. You didn't even know he was even in the academy because there were no guest lectures planned for the next week, so that meant he was here for something else.

- Pleasure to meet you, sir. - you donned your most neutral smile, but you could tell that he recognized you.

- I feel like I know you from somewhere... - there it was, that cocky grin that made your knees go weak, but fortunately you were already leaning on the desk, so you didn't fall over right then and there. - Have we already met? - he dug a little bit deeper, and you had to actively fight your body, so it wouldn't do anything stupid.

- I don't think so, sir. At least not officially... I was a spectator on one of your lectures last year, maybe that's it...? - you offered, and you knew that was it. Your brain was singing that he remembered you and that he deemed you worth remembering.

- Ah, you were the stowaway... - he laughed, and you never heard something as hypnotizing. - You weren't on the list, but you were still in the room. - he stated and there was no sense in denying it, so you sheepishly nodded and allowed a blush to show up on your face. It was actually perfect that you didn't have to keep it in check anymore, because it fit the situation, and you didn't have to force yourself to breathe in a specific way. - It's all right, I won't tell anyone... - he took a step closer, put his hand on your arm, and gently rubbed your skin there with his thumb. You could have sworn that there was electricity jumping in between your bodies, and when you looked up to gaze into his eyes... If it wasn't for the teacher still standing behind the desk, you would be pulling Slider into a deep kiss and undoing his pants, and the darkness in his eyes told you that he wouldn't object.

- Thank you, sir... - you whispered. You felt the need to swallow, but your mouth never felt drier. It took all the strength you had to look away and focus on your teacher.

- I should probably go to my next class. Can we finish discussing this tomorrow? - you asked, the blush still present on your face and chest, but from a completely different reason than the two men assumed.

- Sure. See you then. - he replied, and you broke the contact between Slider's hand and your bicep.

- Goodbye, sir... - you said much quieter and then you almost teleported out of the room, but your classes were the last thing on your mind. You quickly ducked into the bathroom and closed the door to one of the stalls to take care of the wet, sticky mess in between your thighs.

He was waiting for you the next day when you left the classroom you met in the day before, and he honestly scared you by saying your name, because you weren't expecting anyone on the other side of the door.

- Good afternoon, sir. - you said matter-of-factly. Today you were much more composed than yesterday. Maybe it was because you knew how close you were to your goal, or maybe the many, many orgasms you reached the night before. Alone, but still...

- Drop the "sir", Doll... You know both my name and my callsign, so why not use one of those? - there it was again... that cocky smile.

- Protocol, sir. – when you said the last word, you looked directly into his eyes and smirked. He laughed and you looked back into the corridor you were taking. He not only waited for you, he was actively following you right now to your next class, and you could feel the looks of other students on you, but you didn't give a fuck. Not when, after almost two years, he was finally paying attention to you.

- You shouldn't make a habit of disobeying direct orders from your superior officer... - he tried to tease, but you just chuckled.

- There is a whole HR department taking care of superior officers who order their subordinates to break rules and laws... Sir...- you teased right back, and you could tell that based on your interaction yesterday he wasn't expecting that. He was expecting a shy, naive, easy-to-manipulate girl that he could use and throw out, but you clearly had other plans. And since he was already interested, the hardest part was behind you. Now you had to remain challenging enough for him to have fun thinking he was seducing you, which was really as challenging as you wanted to be because his pride was even bigger than his muscles.

- Ah, touché... - he raised his arms in a gesture of surrender, but he didn't stop following you. - How about a private lesson then...? I could help you with your engineering project. - he offered, and you had to fight the smile, because you knew what he really meant by that.

- Thank you, sir, but respectfully no. I really have to work on it, and everyone knows how the "private lessons" with you can end. Especially the ones in your room. - you sighed, pretending to be just a little bit annoyed. Of course, he had a reputation. You knew every single one of his conquests because making their life miserable was one of your favorite hobbies. But he didn't need to know that... At least not yet.

- Oh yeah...? So, I have that kind of reputation...? - he tried to joke, but you shot him a warning look. You could easily bruise his ego by telling him that girls talk and imply that the things they were saying were not always good, but that might have been too much. - How about we meet in your room? That way your roommates can chaperon and make sure that I'm keeping my hands to myself...? - he offered, and you pretended to carefully consider his proposition.

- Fine. But just schoolwork. I really have to finish this project. - you eventually replied. - Room 312, 6:30 PM. Don't be late... Sir... - he chuckled, clearly pleased with himself.

- It's a date. - he laughed just as you were reaching the classroom you were about to have the next lesson in.

You didn't finish the project that evening because both of your roommates were magically busy all night. And you had nothing to do with that. Not at all.

He honestly did try to take you out on dates, but before you were able to leave the academy, you just ended up in your room. Or his. Or the janitor's closet. Or the bathroom closest to the exit. Once you even made it to his car, but the car never left the grounds... To the majority of people, from the outside, you were either a cute love story where two people met by accident and fell head over heels for each other, but there was a lot that saw your relationship as inappropriate, due to the fact, that he was a high ranking officer, and you were much younger than him, and they didn't even know the half of it.

With time you started showing him your darker side, and he repaid you by doing the exact same, or at least he thought he was, because you knew it for a long time by now.

But only when you were absolutely sure that Slider was as obsessed with you, as you were with him, you decided to tell him everything. A conversation wasn't exactly your style, though... So instead, you retrieved your special box from the vent and took everything out... The knife you stole from him when you saw him for the first time, the t-shirt that magically disappeared from his gym bag when he was training newbies in boot camp, the boxers he somehow managed to lose when he was visiting the Academy, and his arrest file, from before he joined the navy; the one you printed years ago, while Heather was screwing the sheriff.

You knew exactly when he'd be back in your quarters, so you were ready when the doors opened with a loud slam against the wall, and almost immediately slammed again, this time against the frame. You loved him like that, so eager to fuck you, that he was forgetting his own strength. He started taking his uniform off on his way to the bed, where you were splayed out, lazily reading his file (or rather pretending to read, because you had it all memorized for years now) and playing with a butterfly knife. Only when he unbuckled his belt did he realize from where exactly he recognized that t-shirt and growled so deeply that you felt it in your chest, even though he wasn't right next to you. It took him a few more seconds to recognize other items.

- Mmmmm... My little psycho kleptomaniac... - he purred, kneeled on the bed, and started kissing and licking up your calf and thigh until he got to his boxers. He buried his nose deep and inhaled your scent through the already-soaked material. - How long...? - he asked and bit on the material of the underwear that was one day his. You couldn't help but smile, when he started to remove the boxers with his teeth, dragging them all the way down your legs, until you were no longer wearing them.

- Almost two years before we officially met... - you replied, watching him closely when he started climbing on top of you, kissing, licking, and biting your leg, marking every inch of skin he came in contact with. But before he got to your pussy, you put your leg on his shoulder, stopping him where he was. You knew perfectly well he could easily overpower you by pinning your leg right next to your head and fucking you like an animal, but he didn't... not yet at least.

- Baby... - he pleaded, turned his head to your ankle, and bit it affectionately. But he still didn't move any further.

- You truly don't give a fuck, do you...? - there wasn't even a drop of judgment in your voice, just pure fascination.

- Oh, I want to give you all my fucks... - a devilish grin danced on his lips. - And it's hot... Knowing that you were watching me from afar... - he started moving again, and you let your leg slide on his shoulder until you were able to bend your knee over it. - Stealing my stuff just so you could get a sniff of my sweat... - he continued leaning forward, his torso looming over you. He finally reached your lips and started kissing you with such passion, that for a moment you forgot how to breathe. - I wonder how many times I could have fucked you before we officially met... You see what you did...? Now I'm angry... - you knew he wasn't serious, but it was still fun. - Because you got to know me much sooner. And because I was fucking all those bimbos while I could have been buried deep inside you, filling you with my cum every day... And you would have let me do that day one, wouldn't you...? - he grabbed your leg and pulled it down, so you could hook it around his hips. Even after all the crazy stuff you were doing in bed and out of it, a simple missionary was still your favorite... With his giant, strong body pinning you to the mattress, so you had no means to escape, while you could still stare at each other... Watching how the expressions on your faces changed, how you reacted to the sounds the other made, and devouring each other when all of that wasn't enough.

- You know I would. - you said with a huge grin, while he slowly started sliding between your folds, covering his dick with your juices, teasing you with every move, because he knew how desperate you were for him.

- Tell me about it. - he demanded. - Tell me when you knew you wanted me. - you couldn't stop a soft chuckle from escaping your mouth. You truly were a match made in hell.

- I was still 16, well 17th in two weeks... And you came into my high school with Iceman singing praises about how awesome the Navy was... - He finally dipped his head into your opening but didn't move until you started speaking again. - But I had eyes only for you... - a cocky smile crawled across his lips, while he slowly buried himself deeper and deeper inside of you. You honestly couldn't remember the last time he had to spend time stretching you, because even on a slow day, you fucked at least four times, and that mixed with the fact that a simple look from him could make you instantly wet... Well... Let's just say that you were always ready for him. - You were sitting a few rows in front of me, playing with that knife... - with your chin, you pointed at the black knife that lay next to the pillow. - And I just knew you were mine and I was yours...

- My perfect… little… psycho… stalker... - he grinned when he finally bottomed out inside you and leaned down to place a hungry kiss on your mouth. - How did you get the knife? - he asked pulling away, teeth still around your lip, and you let him pull you up like that, wrapping your arms around his neck at some point.

- I bumped into you when you were flirting with my English teacher and lifted it from your back pocket then... And Heather was with me, pretending that she accidentally shoved me. - you wanted him to move so badly, but you knew that won't happen just yet. You could feel your pussy stretched and pulsating around him, and you were slowly losing your mind.

- Ah... I think I remember... The teacher was married but still slipped me her number... - he grinned, and you clenched around him so hard that it actually hurt... In that gentle burn kind of way, but still.

- She didn't stay married for much longer... Her husband divorced her for his much, much younger mistress when she fell down the stairs and landed in a wheelchair. - there was something in your smile that told him exactly who was responsible for that unfortunate accident. - I fucked myself with it more times than I can count... - your smile was anything but innocent.

- Oh, baby... I would love to see that... So desperate for me that even the faint memory of my fingers on it could get you off. Tell me more... - he requested with a devilish grin.

- I'll tell you everything, but very pretty, please... Fuck me first... I missed you... - you grabbed a fist full of his hair and tried to pull him towards you, but he resisted.

- You said it yourself... You could have been fucking me for two whole years before we got introduced, so I know you can be patient when you want. You can wait a little bit more... - he teased, and you tried to wiggle your hips, but he had them in an iron grip, his fingers wrapped around almost your whole midsection. Every attempt to move was leaving red imprints of his hands on your skin because he was clenching them even more when you moved. You leaned forward and rubbed your forehead against his cheek.

- Ronnie, please, I can't... I can't think about anything with you inside... Please, please fuck your perfect little psycho into the mattress... - you were rambling, your eyes glossed, your cheeks flushed, and your lips parted and plumped from his bites earlier.

- Oh, baby... I will, I promise... But you gotta tell me more... Come on, you know you can do it for me... - and those magic words were enough for you to start talking. You could do anything and everything for him...

- I joined the Navy just for you... During my third week in boot camp, I saw you under the shower and it got me so horny that I squirted on the floor. That's when I stole the shirt... I got into the academy because I knew you were sometimes giving guest lectures. The day after I snuck into the... - he chose this moment to thrust into you once, and you couldn't stop the loud moan that escaped your lungs, but even if you could... You didn't want to. - Ronnie, please... - you begged quietly, but he didn't move, clearly letting you know that the more you said, the harder he'll fuck you. - The day after the lecture, I broke into your room and masturbated in your bed... And I stole your boxers. That evening when you were supposed to help with a project - all planned. I started training to be a pilot just so there would be a chance that we'd be stationed together... I left everything and did everything just for you... - the sentences coming out of your mouth weren't exactly coherent, but with your every word, he smiled more and more.

- All that just for little old me...? - he teased, but he released his grip on your hips and gently started moving his hands up your body, so they disappeared under the t-shirt that was one day his.

- Come on, we both know that you're anything but little... - you laughed quietly, still absolutely high on his smell, his taste, the delicious stretch he was a cause of. It was hard to think about anything but him... You leaned back a bit, so the bulge on your abdomen was visible even through the shirt; he couldn't help himself, and put his huge hand over it, which made you moan quietly. You loved how small you were compared to him, and how easily you could accommodate any part of him; it was like you were made for each other.

- So, you're calling me old...? - he continued teasing you, and you couldn't stop the tears coming to your eyes... You weren't sad, or angry... You were frustrated and desperate, and you could do nothing about it...

And you loved every second of it.

- I might start to think you're old if you won’t start fucking me, Ronnie... - you whispered, your voice more air than actual soundwaves... You honestly tried to match his energy, but your mind was starting to slowly check out from the overstimulation and hopelessness, but you just knew it will be worth it.

- Oh baby... - he cooed and licked the tears from your cheeks. - I love it when you're so desperate... - he licked over your closed eyes, squeezing a few more drops from under them, and gently blew on your face, drying all the wetness he left behind. - So perfect... Just for me... My perfect little psycho... - he wrapped his arms around your torso, holding you as close to him as possible. - Mine... - he growled and finally started moving you slowly up and down, as if you weighed nothing in his arms, and considering how much he could actually lift, it shouldn't be surprising.

Your moans were obscene and lewd, and he encouraged you to be even louder, so everyone in the dorms would know that you were his, and you happily obliged, because you no longer cared... You were moaning, screaming, crying mess while he was basically using your body like a toy. You begged him to go faster, stronger, deeper, more... But he was still burying himself in you painfully slow, whispering in your ear that if he knew how patient you could be, he would have used that earlier to drive you even crazier, to get you so drunk on his cock that you'd forgotten how to speak, just like you did now because words weren't important for such a perfectly desperate slut like you... And you couldn't even deny that, because the only thing you could think about right now was his dick moving inside you. You were on the verge of breaking completely, but before you managed to whisper that one magic word that could have changed everything, he laid you back on the bed, gripped your shoulders for leverage, and started pounding into you with his whole strength, and you instantly fell apart under him, but he wasn't done yet. He kept his pace, breaking you into smaller and smaller pieces, until there was nothing left behind your eyes.

Your whole body was twitching and spasming, locked in place in his strong grip, and you were overstimulated to the point of blinding pain, but you didn't tell him to stop even then; you knew you could take more, and more he gave. He used your body for his pleasure, letting your walls constantly milk his cock in a perpetuate state of multiple orgasms washing over your body again and again. Until he screamed so loud, everyone in the building had to hear him, and he slammed his hips against yours with such fervor, that you knew you wouldn't be able to walk straight tomorrow, because your whole midsection would be bruised.

He buried his face in your neck, and even though he collapsed on the bed from the intensity of everything, he still didn't let you go. It took both of you a moment to calm down, with your body occasionally involuntarily twitching from time to time.

- Marry me. - he said and you honestly thought you heard him wrong, so you didn't even bother opening your eyes.

- Hmmm...? - you just hummed, still lost in the aftershocks of pleasure and your nose buried in his hair.

- Marry me. - he repeated after he raised his head, so his words were more eligible now. You didn't answer at first, still processing the words. - I'm serious. I'm yours, you're mine. Why wait? - it was as simple as that.

- Hmmm... - you pretended to think about it - Mrs. Kerner does have a nice ring to it... - you laughed quietly and pulled him into a deeper kiss. He started to pull out of you, and a needy moan escaped your mouth, which made him smirk.

- Well, about the ring... - he said, pulling even further from you, and shifted, so his upper body was hanging off your bed. He reached somewhere deep under it, and you could feel the mattress shifting from below for a short moment, and then he moved back on top of you and presented you with a simple silver band with very intricate carvings of wildflowers etched into it. He knew you hated any type of jewelry with gemstones, and you didn't like wearing anything that might catch on anything, so that meant that he either went looking specifically for something he knew you'd love and just happened to find it or had it custom-made.

- You hid the engagement ring under my bed? - you couldn't help but laugh.

- You like going through my things, Doll, and I didn't want you to find it. - well, he wasn't wrong. Although by this time you were doing that with his full knowledge and permission because what was his - was yours, and what was yours - was his.

- What are you waiting for? Put it on! - you sat up and gave him your hand. Literally and metaphorically.

- I was waiting for a yes. - he took your hand to put a perfectly sized ring on your finger.

- Yes. You won't get rid of me that easy. With or without the ring. - you chuckled, admiring the intricate etchings on the silver band, not that they mattered, but you were curious.

- I think we already established that... - he replied with a devilish and pulled you into a kiss.

A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :) Love, G.