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chososdiscordkitten · 10 months ago

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Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader Content: no use of y/n, SOME plot, read pt 1 for context, BREEDING KINK, PREGNANCY and BABY TRAPPING, unestablished relationship, reader has an iud that Gojo is NOT a fan of, manipulating, reader is a lil dumb lol, talk of birth control and hiding it, creampies 24/7, mentions of NURSING and BRESTFEEDING, 'wife' used like twice Word count: 3.3k

(a.n) I kept getting asked for pt 2 so here it is. more plot, not so much smut this time lol

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It had been 3 months since Gojo came to the conclusion that pregnancy was the solution to his fear of you finding someone else. Seeing you come out of the bathroom, a bath towel wrapped around you as small droplets fell from your neck.

Looking at you bewildered as though this was the greatest disappointment he had ever felt. You were talking about something- something irrelevant to the issue at hand.

Why you weren't swelling with his child right now. Why you were denying him- the world of the next generation of Gojo babies.

And it’s not like he could keep letting out those little ‘get pregnant’ comments while he fucked you, often contemplating asking you to gag him so they wouldn’t slip. You had your suspicions, not outwardly saying it but if one more little comment fell from him you'd be forced to ask.

Satoru was sure that your medical state wasn't an issue, he carefully combed through your medical records to find any sort of reason as to why you weren't pregnant. One appointment 3 years ago for an iud insertion, and one appointment to get it removed a few weeks after you met him.

And it's not like he was the issue here, he made sure he was fine in that aspect. Gojo was sure he was fine- and you had no issues with getting pregnant.

So, the solution to his fear needed a solution too. No problem, this just meant he had to fuck you even more now. More often, and even move you into his apartment. Permanently.

He was hung up in his own little world as his eyes burned holes through your damp skin. “Are you okay?” you asked, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.

Gojo quickly fixed his face as he looked at you with a smile, “M’just thinking about havin you move into my place.” He hummed, folding his arms to rest beneath his head. Eyes following your expression as you waited for him to continue, “You're already here all the time~” he hummed, you raised your eyebrows in defense.

“That's because you can't keep your hands off of me for longer than an hour.” you laughed as he pursed his lips, feeling like he was being scolded in that moment. Knowing you meant it as a joke- but it was true.

No matter how many showers- how many breaks. Satoru was always ready to go again, and again, and again. Praying that this time will be the one. Gojo daydreamed of coming home to you, breasts swelled with milk to welcome his child into the world.

Glow on your skin and tummy growing his child. Twins, he'd fantasize. “We should just get married while we're at it.” he’d joke, knowing if he kept bringing it up, you'd cave. Knowing you weren't the kind of person to co-parent.

But those daydreams were always cut short. Whenever he'd message you saying he wanted to see you, only for you to tell him you were on your period.

We all know that never stopped him, but the disappointment knowing his attempts were in vain, always made him try even harder next time.

And yes you did question his constant need to fuck you, at times fully skipping prep and pushing into you- knowing you didn’t really need it since you had cleaned yourself up from the last round not to long ago.

How he'd bite his tongue whenever you'd ask him to cum inside. And I mean lets be real, when has Gojo ever bit his tongue during sex?

All but telling you to ‘shut up’ when you’d whisper in his ear, “Fill me up-” knowing if you didn't, he'd start babbling words that had been boxed up at the back of i his mind.

That one time Gojo let them slip, the sight of your cunt swallowing his cock greedily, the words pushed themselves past his lips forcefully.

“Get pregnant” he demanded of you, only you didn't listen. You found it an odd thing to say- sure. But knowing him, he’s said worse things in the heat of the moment.

You always chalked up Satoru’s babbles before he came as meaningless words, knowing you shouldn't hold him to the promises and threats he'd make before he came.

Gojo’s made empty proposals into your ears before, “S-so good, m-” he hesitated, a low whine leaving his lips by just thinking about what he was about to say, “-marry me hm?~” he’d whisper as he overstimulated your senses.

Making sure you kept your eyes open to look at him, taking in the desperate sight of his forming ‘o’ face. Ears being fully invaded by the vulgar squelching from his hips slapping against the back of your thighs, and his unforgiving whines and moans.

Both of your hands gripping tightly on his back, knowing you'd leave raised marks on his skin. So caught up in your own orgasm you'd say ‘yes’ to any of his questions right now.

And there was nothing Satoru liked more than asking you questions when you were close to cumming, fully taking advantage of you not being able to think straight.

Even if you had just gotten out of the shower, freshly cleaned from the last round. He'd still toss that useless towel off of you and go again, making sure to keep you on the edge- not fully giving in to your pleads and you urging him to hurry up.

Relishing in the idea that round after round, unable to count just how many times he's cum inside of you that weekend- you're still up for more.

“You wanna go get tested together?” he asked you randomly one morning, making you look at him with furrowed eyes.

“Do I have to get tested?” you asked, unknowing that he had other sexual partners. Satoru let out a small laugh at your accusatory tone.

“No.” he smiled playfully, “I just thought it would be fun.” He hummed. And as he requested, you and him ended up in a clinic. Getting tested for any diseases or any issues.

And Gojo insisted he stay in the room as the nurse asked you the embarrassing questions. Sitting on the uncomfortable exam table, fiddling with your thumbs and thinking of how stupid it was to do this after months of having unprotected sex.

Looking over at Satoru and seeing a smile on his lips as you heard the paper wrinkle below you.

“Are you sexually active?” the overworked nurse flashed her eyes to you above the clipboard. You sighed, “Yes.” Looking over at his smug smile.

“What kind? Oral, vaginal, anal?” she asked, looking at you. This would've been fine if it was just you and the nurse, but having Gojo in the room with you made this even more humiliating.

“Uh-” you hesitated, eyes flashing to Satoru and back to the nurse. “...All?” you hesitated, shrinking in your seat when you heard her check three boxes with the pen in her hand.

“How many people have you had sex with in the past six months?” she asked nonchalantly, obviously having bigger issues in the world than what was happening in this room right now.

“One.” you answered, making Gojo’s chest swell with pride, knowing you were being faithful- even if there wasn't a label on what he was to you.

“In the last 12 months?” the nurse asked, you sighed, looking over at his smug face. “One.” your tone was a little more stern, knowing if you had said anything else this would've ended in a very different way.

“Are you or your partner trying to get pregnant?” the nurse flashed her eyes to Gojo, seeing him mouth a quiet ‘yes’

“No.” you answered, making the nurse look back at you and check no on the clipboard.

“Are you or your partner using contraceptives or birth control?” the nurse exhaled, your hands between your knees, ‘no’ Satoru answered the question mentally.

“Yes.” you answered honestly, making him furrow his eyebrows and snap his eyes to you. You looked at him, turning your head as though you were asking him ‘what?’

“What kind?” the nurse asked, looking at you directly.

“I've had an iud for 3 years.” you looked back at her, hearing her write down on the paper. Satoru’s mind started remembering the online records he read, he was so sure he saw an appointment for a removal on them.

“Any plans on removal, or renewing?” she asked, side eyeing Gojo who muttered a quiet ‘yes’

“No.” you scoffed, looking at the nurse thinking he was just trying to be funny, “I had an appointment for removal- but I didn't go.” you admitted, looking over at Gojo who was suddenly sitting very stiff.

“Okay-” the nurse started, clipping the pen into her pocket and taking a step back towards the door- “The doctor will be in soon.” The nurse gave a fake smile before stepping out of the small examination room.

A soul killing silence was in the room, mentally Gojo was scolding you for not telling him.

“Why didn't you get ‘it’ removed?” referring to the pesky little thing inside of you, you furrowed your eyebrows.

You tried remembering why you didnt go, “Hmm,” you pondered, looking at him, seeing an opportunity to lighten the heavy tension in the room. “I met you and somehow I knew I'd need it.” you joked, making him let out a sarcastic laugh.

“Besides, you didn't really think I was letting you finish inside of me without birth control…Right?” you asked, raising your eyebrows.

That's exactly what Gojo thought, he thought that you loved him enough to not care about the repercussions that followed his addiction of cumming inside of you.

Satoru was silent, “Right?” you asked again, throwing him from his train of thought.

He stuttered, “I-I just don't remember you mentioning it.” he gave you a half smile, already plotting how he'd convince you to remove it.

“You never asked.” you scoffed, dangling your feet from the examining table, with a smile you looked at him. “And it's a good thing-” you huffed, “If I didn't have it- your apartment would be crawling with a bunch of Gojo toddlers.” You joked with a laugh.

The thought made his heart crack, picturing all of the wasted cum he's pumped into you. His pouting lip for the rest of the appointment worried you, not hearing anymore dumb comments or seeing him smile anymore. In your mind, you thought that maybe he didn't like that you hid this from him.

That to his sensitive feelings, this was a sort of betrayal. To Satoru this was just another hurdle he'd have to jump over to achieve his goal.

On the drive back to his place you held onto the negative tests from both of you. Gojo was thinking of all the ways he'd be able to convince you to remove it, even thinking about including Mei in his plans. Knowing if the words came from another woman, you'd hear them more clearly than if they came from him.

All it would take was a few bucks and she’d play along with his plans, yeah. That's a good idea.

He wanted to call Mei right there as he was driving, urging her to call you and tell you how bad iud’s were for your health. But he knew this idea would have to be nursed in your mind with time. ‘1? No, 2 months is more than enough time.’

Eventually you were convinced that iud’s were the devil, with Mei telling you horror stories about them in one ear, and ads on your phone showing birth control pills as an alternative from how much you were speaking about this.

You knew that Satoru wouldn't go back to using condoms, the conversation of asking him to use them would be futile.

So you got it removed, with Gojo telling you that it's for the best. “That poor little thing was probably working overtime heh~” he’d whisper into your ear. Taking one pill a day was tedious, but you did it for your own health.

Even if Satoru joked that- “You don't even need any birth control~” you still took it. Everyday for the first month.

Of course, Gojo was elated at his success. Knowing that the small pack of pills were easier to hide than something that was inside of you.

And with staying at his place more often than not- leaving the pack of pills in your bag became an unsecure hiding place. Oftentimes finding the pack in odd places that you certainly did not put them. When you wouldn't be able to find them, you'd ask him if he's seen them. Making him nod his head ‘no’ with a content smile.

Ultimately leading you to miss one or two days of taking the pill. And that led you to forgetting if you had taken a pill that day or not, but checking the pack, and seeing there was one missing from that day, you knew you did. Unknowing that Satoru was punching out the small pill and tossing it, knowing how forgetful you were at times.

The hopes of you being forgetful weren't the only thing he was counting on. Satoru made sure to keep a steady routine of intercourse after any activity.

Breakfast? He'd push you against the counter and kiss you- humming into your mouth before pulling away. “You taste like syrup-” he whispered against you. Making you let out a small giggle before connecting your lips to his once more.

Not caring if the half eaten pancakes would go cold, Satoru would gladly empty himself into you over and over again on the same counter he was just making breakfast on.

Morning, noon, and night he filled you up. And it's not like you had any second thoughts, besides it's like Satoru justified it.

“It just takes a little bit of water nd soap and you're clean again.” whenever you told him you didn't want to make a mess. Saying that sheets can be cleaned whenever he’d dirty them.

“Mops exist.” he’d defend whenever his seed would spill out of you and land on the floor.

If he was being honest, just knowing his cum was being spilled made his soul cry. So he found a solution to this problem. Cockwarming. It was perfect in his mind, being able to stay inside of you till he was sure his load had more than enough time to impregnate you. Now having a fondness for keeping you plugged up afterwards.

Not letting you clean up by saying, “Let's just stay like this.” he’d hum in your ear, holding you close as he pretended to go to sleep. And knowing how stubborn he was- like a perfect future wife, you'd let him.

As much as he liked to take all the credit, fate finally granted him his wish. And it was as he pictured it.

Satoru noticed a shimmering glow on your cheekbones long before you did, he felt the difference in the way your breasts filled his hands.

The way you'd cover your nose whenever you smelled something he didn't notice. The random mornings you wake up and run straight to the bathroom.

The mere image of you potentially being pregnant made Gojo want to pull you under him again. He would never admit it to you- but the idea of your breasts full of milk, so full that they'd leak- it drove him mad.

His mouth would suddenly feel very empty and dry anytime he thought of it. Trailing thoughts as he heard you speak, wondering if you'd ever let him taste it- ‘just to taste’ he’d think. Knowing damn well he'd keep asking for a taste over and over again.

Satoru was so sure he could convince you to let him nurse on your breast. Picturing you complaining on how full they felt- how painful it would be. Only for him to happily offer his assistance, “I just want to help,” he'd tell you.

And you being the perfect wife you are, you'd let him. Satoru relished the thought that you'd grant any of his wishes, no matter how filthy they were. Even thinking about it had him reeling for a taste- leading him to aimlessly suck on your breast harshly.

Wishing for something to come out prematurely, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you cradled his face in your lap, your other hand stroking his cock softly as you unknowingly played into his fantasies.

On one weekend that Gojo was out of town, you picked up a test. Fearing the small changes happening in your own body. Placing the small stick on the bathroom counter, hands held together almost in prayer, ‘pleasepleaseplease.’ you muttered to yourself.

Over consuming anxiety flooding your mind as you saw the blinking halt- ‘Pregnant’ the test read. You exhaled sharply, closing your eyes and feeling the world come crashing down on your shoulders.

Unbeknownst to Satoru, you thought this would be the last straw. Thinking he couldn't busy himself with a child, let alone have a child out of wedlock- not even in a relationship.

Not even sure about your own place in this world, now considering bringing a child into it. You thought up every single horrible scenario that could happen if you presented him with the stick. Not even recalling all the sweet words he'd tell you.

The ‘ I love you’s ‘ that came straight from his heart when he'd fuck you. All the joking futures he’d picture with you.

Somehow you saw him as every cruel man you met before him. Doubts of ‘if I was enough, he wouldn't just be a situationship.’ unfolding in your mind as you blame yourself for this accident.

You inhaled, remembering to not overthink. To not assume till you spoke to him. So you waited. You waited in his place, on his couch. The white and blue stick wrapped in a napkin as you clutched it in your pocket. Waiting for him to unlock the door and step through at any moment.

You snapped your head to the moving doorknob, seeing him bust through the doorway with a happy smile. Seeing you as he pictured you all those times. Tear stained cheeks, shaky hands and pouting lips. Hurrying to you asking ‘whats wrong?’

“Sit.” you croaked, closing your eyes with a sigh as you felt him sit next to you. Pulling out your hand from your pocket, unwrapping the napkin and placing the stick on the table.

“I'm pregnant.” you whimpered, eyes tearing up as you saw his face go unchanged. The corner of his lips threatening to curl into a smile. “What do I do ‘toru? Tell me what to do.” a hot tear fell from your eye, fearing that he’d toss you aside with a few hundred dollars to take care of it.

“Why’re you cryin?” he hummed, wrapping an arm around you. You let out a struggling breath.

“I just-” you inhaled, “I'm so scared.” you cried, pressing your face to his chest.

“Scared of what?” he scoffed, trying to sound sincere, fighting off the sinister smile that crept onto his face. Proud eyes staring directly to the blue and white plastic stick.

You pulled away from him, not being able to find the words to form the sentences. Satoru took your hands in his, looking into your eyes with all the feigned sincerity he could muster.

“I will take care of you.” he started, caressing his thumb over your knuckles as you sniffled. Taking a hand from yours and pressing it to your tummy, “Both of you.” he said with a smile, making you halt your tears and look at him bewildered.

Not knowing why he looked so excited right now, why he looked… accomplished? Seeing that glimmer in his eye he only got when he triumphed.

.... I don't know what to say. im sowy this doesn't have as much smut. yes this is a Segway to me one day writing a lactation kink post, im just testing the waters hehe

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reallyromealone · 4 months ago

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Title: healer

Fandom: naruto

Characters: akatsuki

Fic type: omegaverse

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Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, readers smart

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(Name) Hummed quietly to themselves while carefully wrapping gauze around the alphas midsection that they had just stitched up. Handing was a cleaned akatsuki uniform, stitched and sewn back up like new, (name) didn't really know what the uniform symbolised but it was clearly important and they wouldn't want the unconscious man to worry about it.

(Name) Lived alone in these woods, the ability to heal the worst of wounds and this one was no different.

"No clue what fight you got yourself into but you sure made it out barely...." (Name) Joked to the unconscious person while finishing up 'no clue when they will wake up.... Should probably make dinner...' (name) thought while going to their small kitchen to make a meal, enough for two people... Just in case.

Itachi woke to the smell of an Omega and stew, sitting up with a groan and looking to see he was bandaged up... Quite well actually.

"Don't sit up too fast! You could pop a stitch!" A voice called from the other room and Itachi looked for his belongings to find them neatly beside him and his coat hung and fixed. An Omega walked into the room with a tray, a bowl and a glass filled with what was assumed to be juice "you were out for a while! Didn't know when you would wake up.." (name) chuckled nervously while setting the tray on the coffee table "how do you feel? You were pretty messed up ... My healing could only do so much so I had to do the rest manually"

Itachi just stared at the other who smiled happily before a look of realization crossed them 'must realize who I am affiliated wi--' "I forgot to introduce myself! I'm (name)!" The Omega bowed slightly before looking up sheepishly, Itachi sat there stunned before getting up "thank you for your assistance" he said simply while grabbing his belongings, (name) looking concerned "do you have anyone to call? I have a telephone..." It was an old one, nothing like the the newer cell phones but it did it's job!

"That won't be needed"

"Well... Here! Take this!" (Name) Rushed out into the kitchen and returned with origini, wrapped and all cute "I keep these on hand for snacks... Please keep safe"

Why was this Omega so kind? To someone they didn't know?

Itachi didn't know what to make of it but decided to just leave, rice ball in hand.

"This is real good! Where did ya get this?" Deidara asked while finishing the rice ball, Itachi resting with a sigh "some Omega who healed me" he grumbled and hidan raised an eyebrow "an Omega did that? What some high ranking ninja?"

"No, just some Omega in the woods"

"Whoever that Omega was, they have healing abilities like nothing I ever seen..." The older man said simply while glancing at the others exposed stitches, he saw how fucked up the other alpha looked, that omega was powerful.

"Hm?" (Name) Was reading some books they got from town a a couple kilometers from the woods they resided in when a knock at the door pulled them out from their world of imagination. Walking to the door, they weren't expecting to see that alpha again or others dressed like him "oh you're back! You forget anything?" (Name) Asked curiously and glanced at their mid section "you left before I could give you cream to help... Hopefully it healed nicely!"

"This is the Omega that healed you? This is them?" Deidara laughed in disbelief while (name) looked confused, a large group of alphas coming and just laughing, then konan felt it...

The omegas Chakra.

"We require your assistance, one of our members is gravely injured" she lied, (name) looking concerned "sure! Let me get my bag!" The alphas stepped in while (name) went to their room to go grab their belongings.

But (name) knew better than to trust a large group of alphas even if they were incredibly attractive.

So they used what they were taught by their grandpa and slipped out, a secret door in their closet.

'nope, not today' (name) thought while they sneaked away.

Knowing a few Jitsu really helped in a punch....

#naruto x reader #akatsuki x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #Naruto x gn reader #naruto shippuden x reader #x reader

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The weight of the day's work hung heavy on your mind as you made your way home through the dimly lit streets of Jackson Star. Your fingers were sore from another day of cracking codes, navigating the shadows of the colony's network, but today had been different. Today, you stumbled upon a series of emails from Weyland-Yutani's upper officials. The contents were infuriating: thousands of contracts for colonies on Jackson Star were being forcibly extended.

"Damn those slimy, bastards," you muttered under your breath, your stomach twisting with the thought of Rain being one of those trapped by the company's greed.

You hoped she wasn't among the unfortunate souls shackled to this hellhole for longer. But deep down, you knew she likely was.

Just as you rounded a corner, a commotion up ahead pulled you from your thoughts. A group of children huddled around something—or someone—on the ground. They shouted insults, voices filled with mockery and disdain, their taunts echoing off the metal walls.

"Synthetic freak!" "Wey-Yu trash!"

Pushing through the crowd, you saw the target of their cruel taunts convulsing on the ground: it was Andy.

Without thinking, you sprinted forward. Your heart clenched as you shouted at the kids to back off. "Aye! Stop! Leave him alone, now!" your voice cut through the din like a sharp knife. The kids scattered, startled by your sudden appearance and the fierce anger in your eyes.

Just as you reached Andy, Rain burst out of a nearby building, her face pale with panic. "Andy! Oh gods, Andy!" She dropped to her knees. Andy's body twitched erratically, a thin line of foam trickling from his lips, his eyes rolled back and unseeing.

Rain cradled his head in her lap, her hands frantically searching for her reboot key.

"Rain, you have to turn him on his side. Quick!"

Rain, her hands trembling, tried to follow your instructions, but her movements were frantic. Without hesitation, you knelt beside her, your own panic rising.

"I can't find it—I can't find the reboot key! Fuck!"

"Shit, shit, shit," you muttered under your breath, helping Rain turn Andy onto his side to prevent any further damage. Your hands moved on autopilot, reaching down to your shoe. You pulled a small reboot key from a hidden hollow in the sole and thrust it into Rain's hand. "Here," you said, gently guiding Andy's head to the side to prepare him for the reboot.

The kids' slurs echoed in your mind, and anger simmered beneath your calm exterior. You knew this kind of prejudice existed, but seeing it directed at Andy—a being you'd come to see as more than just a machine—ignited a fire within you.

Rain's hands trembled as she inserted the drive into the small port on Andy's neck and twisted it. The change was immediate. Andy's body tensed, his convulsions stopping abruptly.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your hand instinctively clenching around Andy's twitching one. Then, his eyes fluttered open, the familiar soft glow returning as his systems rebooted.

"Y/N," he said, blinking up at you. "Why did the scarecrow get an award? Because he was outstanding in his field."

A shaky laugh escaped Rain's lips, and you couldn't help but chuckle too, relief flooding through you both. You exchanged a look with Rain, and she smiled weakly, brushing the hair from her face.

"Andy, your jokes are terrible," she muttered affectionately.

Together, the three of you stood, Andy's arm draped over your shoulders as the three of you made your way toward the living area. Rain brushed dirt from his clothes, her touch gentle but firm. "What are you doing home so early, anyway?"

You shrugged, trying to keep your tone light. "It was a slow day," you replied. The lie felt bitter on your tongue, but your mind was still on the emails you'd seen earlier. "Have you checked on the status of your contract yet?"

Rain's expression shifted, a shadow passing over her face. "Yeah," she admitted quietly, the weight of the truth settling between you. "They extended it. Not that I expected anything different. Weyland never sticks to their promises."

A silence fell over you both, thick with frustration and unspoken worry. You nudged her gently, offering a small smile. "How about I buy you a treat before your shift starts? A little something to lift your spirits?"

Rain returned your smile with a grateful nod. "I'd like that."

The three of you made your way back towards the colony and just as you neared your building, you spotted a familiar figure leaning against the wall. Tyler, Rain's ex-boyfriend, straightened up when he saw you approach.

"Hey, Y/N. Long time no see," he said grinning slightly.

Rain perked up at the sight of him, a small smile touching her lips.

You had mixed feelings about Tyler. He wasn't a bad guy, just... complicated. He and Rain had gotten together not long after her parents died, and for a while, he had been a source of comfort for her. But the relationship had ended quickly and simply, a clean break.

Maybe it was Rain's unwavering loyalty to Andy that Tyler couldn't quite get past, or maybe it was something else. Either way, you had never been particularly close to him, nor had any real reason to dislike him.

You narrowed your eyes at Tyler, not bothering to hide your annoyance. "What do you want, Tyler?"

Tyler managed a small smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "Well, hello to you too, Y/N." When you didn't respond, he sighed, his demeanor turning serious. "Listen, Rain, Y/N... I need to talk to you both. It's important."

A sense of unease crept up your spine, your instincts screaming that something was off. "What's going on, Tyler?"

He glanced around nervously, his gaze flickering to the shadows as if expecting to be overheard. When he met your eyes again, there was a pleading desperation in his expression. "Can we talk somewhere private? All three of us... it's about something big."

You exchanged a glance with Rain, her eyes silently begging you to agree. Despite the knot of worry tightening in your stomach, you found yourself nodding. "Alright, let's talk."

Tyler led you three to a dusty, outdated hauler parked at the edge of the colony—a Corbelan IV, by the looks of it. As you climbed aboard, the familiar scent of oil and dust filled your nostrils, bringing back memories of long nights spent tinkering with machinery and patching up broken tech.

"Andy!" Tyler shouted behind you three as you climbed up the machinery. "Got a new joke for me?"

"Why was the street sweeper fired?" Andy immediately asked, his voice taking on that familiar, overly sincere tone that always preceded one of his jokes.

"Why?"

"Because he swept dirt," Andy replied, the punchline delivered with such seriousness that it took a moment for the joke to land.

You couldn't help the small groan that escaped your lips, while Rain rolled her eyes with a playful smile. "Please don't encourage him," you muttered under your breath, though you couldn't quite hide the fondness in your voice.

Despite everything, Andy's attempts at humor had a way of lightening the mood, even in the darkest of times.

At the top of the hauler, a small head of brunette hair poked out; it was Tyler's sister, Kay.

The girl stepped forward, her expression softening as she looked at Rain. "Come inside, Rain. We're down here," she said gently. There was a certain urgency in her voice, though she tried to mask it with warmth. "It's been so long since we've all been together like this."

Rain hesitated, her eyes flicking between you, Andy.

You knew this was hard for her—these people had once been her closest friends, practically family. But things had changed since then, and you could see the conflict written all over her face. The tension between wanting to reconnect with them and the reality of the dangerous situation they were proposing.

Seeing her reluctance, Kay reached out and took Rain's hand. "Please, Rain. I've missed you," she said, her voice laced with genuine emotion. "And... so has my brother."

Rain's resolve wavered as she looked over her shoulder at Tyler, who stood by, his eyes silently pleading with her. It was clear that he was banking on their shared history, on the connection they'd once had, to sway her.

You shifted uneasily in front of Andy, watching the exchange with a growing sense of dread. The thought of Rain getting involved in something so risky made your stomach churn. But Rain, ever the one to see the good in people, gave Kay's hand a squeeze and nodded. "Alright," she agreed softly, "let's talk inside."

You followed them into the cramped, dimly lit interior of the hauler, your nerves on edge. The space was cluttered with old tech, discarded equipment, and makeshift seating.

It was clear that this wasn't just a casual gathering—they had been planning something big, something that would require all of their combined skills and resources.

Inside, the rest of Tyler's small group of friends waited: Bjorn, Kay and Tyler's cousin, whose cocky smirk set your teeth on edge; and Navarro, Bjorn's adopted sister, who was quietly checking the contents of a backpack.

You recognized them from the times Rain had still been dating Tyler. They'd been a tight-knit group, often seen together at colony gatherings or in the mess hall.

You knew who they were, had even spoken a bit more to Navarro after finding out about her pilot skills. She had a quiet strength about her, a no-nonsense attitude that you could respect. Conversations with her were always direct, focused on ships and flying techniques, and you appreciated that mutual understanding, that unspoken recognition of each other's abilities.

But out of all of them, Bjorn was the worst. Not just because of his constant, unwelcome attempts to flirt with you or the way he seemed to think every conversation was an opportunity to win you over with his cocky grin and irritating charm.

No, it was more than that. It was his blatant hatred and dislike for synthetics that really got under your skin. He made no effort to hide his disdain for Andy, his sneers and snide remarks always simmering with contempt whenever he talked about "scrap metal" or "Wey-Yu trash."

You could never figure out why. His hatred seemed personal, like it was rooted in something deeper than the usual wariness people felt towards synthetics. It was as if Bjorn had some buried grudge, something that made him despise Andy and others like him with a passion that was almost disturbing.

You had thought about asking him once, trying to understand where this deep-seated animosity came from, but you decided against it. There was no point in digging into whatever bitterness lay in Bjorn's past, especially when it meant more hostility towards Andy.

Bjorn's attitude was a constant reminder of the prejudice that lingered on Jackson Star, a colony already weighed down by so many injustices. The way he treated Andy infuriated you, igniting a protective fire inside you that you tried to keep in check. Because to you, Andy was more than just a synthetic. He was family.

Navarro was the first to greet Rain as she entered, her usual aloof demeanor softened by a genuine smile. "It's good you came, Rain," she said, pulling Rain into a brief, awkward hug. "We've all missed you around here."

Bjorn, leaning against the far wall with his usual smug grin, added, "I heard about your father. It hurts me." His tone was casual, almost dismissive, as if discussing something far less significant. It made your blood boil—how could he be so flippant about something that had torn Rain apart?

But Rain, ever composed, simply nodded, though you could see the pain flicker in her eyes. "Thanks, Bjorn," she replied quietly, her voice tight with emotion.

As you stepped into the cramped, dimly lit interior of the hauler, Navarro's eyes brightened when she saw you, and she immediately walked over. "Hey! Did you hear about the new gravity dampeners they're testing on the Pleroma class ships?" she asked, a hint of excitement growing in her voice. "Supposedly, they've reduced the spin drift by thirty percent. Imagine what we could do with those on a hauler like this!"

Before you could answer, Bjorn sauntered over with that familiar grin plastered on his face. "Y/N~" he purred, drawing out your name, "you've been a stranger lately. Why haven't you come around more often?" His tone was light, teasing, but you could hear the underlying note of something else—interest, maybe even desire.

You gave him a blunt response, keeping your expression neutral. "Because Rain and Tyler aren't together anymore, and I have no reason to."

A brief, awkward silence settled over the room as your words hung in the air. Bjorn chuckled, clearly unfazed by your bluntness, and leaned casually against the wall next to you. "Well," he said, his grin never faltering, tone dripping with false charm, "we could always fix that by hooking up, don't you think?"

You felt a surge of irritation rise within you, ready to curse him out or tell him exactly what you thought of his suggestion. But before you could say anything, Andy, who had been standing quietly beside you, suddenly spoke up. "Why did the pirate bring a hook to the party? Because he thought it was a 'hook'-up event!"

The joke was terrible, but it broke the tension, pulling a few chuckles from Navarro and even Tyler. Bjorn's scowl deepened, and he pushed away from the wall, moving back across the room, clearly irritated. You couldn't help but feel a small sense of satisfaction seeing him knocked off his game.

Tyler, sensing the need to steer things back on track, stepped forward with a more serious expression. "Alright, enough messing around," he said, his voice steady and focused. "Rain, Y/N… there's something you need to see." He glanced between the two of you, making sure he had your attention. "This isn't just a reckless idea—we've found something, something that could change everything."

You narrowed your eyes at him, wary of where this was headed. "Show us," you said, keeping your voice steady.

Tyler led you deeper into the hauler, toward a small screen embedded in the wall. He pressed a few buttons, and the screen flickered to life, displaying a map of the surrounding space. A blip on the screen indicated a large object drifting in orbit.

"Last night," Tyler began, "we were loading the last Tesotek when the freighter intercepted a signal from this." He pointed to the blip on the screen. "It's a Weyland-Yutani ship, discarded and abandoned, just drifting above us. It's due to crash into the planet's rings in about 36 hours."

You scoffed, already suspecting where this was going. "An abandoned Weyland ship?" you guessed, your voice dripping with skepticism. "What use is an old, worn hunk of metal?"

Tyler's expression remained serious as he continued, "The manifest for the station shows it has multiple cryostasis chambers. If we can salvage them before the ship crashes, we could use them to make the long journey to Yvaga III."

"Oh, don't write it off too soon, Y/N. Who knows, that scrap, piece of junk might come in handy." Bjorn smirked at you before his gazed flickered to Andy with a mocking glint in his eyes. "No different than him, I suppose," he sneered.

Your temper flared instantly. "What's your fucking point, Bjorn?" you snapped, cutting through the tension with your impatience. You were done with the games, done with the veiled insults.

Tyler stepped in, trying to steer the conversation back on track. "Why sit here and wait for travel permits that we'll never get? The freighter can get us to Yvaga, but it takes nine years to reach the planet, and we'd have to sleep in cryosleep."

Rain frowned, her expression filled with doubt. "And you think this derelict ship might have functional cryosleep chambers?"

Kay nodded, her hand resting protectively on her belly. "The hyperlink shows that the ship still has capsules left. We could use them to get to Yvaga, to start over somewhere better."

You crossed your arms, skepticism etched deep into your face. "So, you want to empty a Weyland-Yutani ship of heavily banned equipment? Do you realize how insane that sounds?"

"Of course we do," Bjorn laughed, his eyes gleaming with a manic excitement. "So, will you help us?"

Rain, her tone cautious, asked, "What do you need us for?"

Tyler turned his focus to Andy. "Andy. We need Andy. He's synthetic and can interface with MU-TH-UR 9000—the ship's onboard computer system. He can get us in and out without any fuss."

Rain's concern was immediate. "But what if you get caught? If Weyland finds out, you'll never get a travel permit."

Bjorn scoffed, impatience clear in his voice. "Look, Rain, you two don't have to go, alright? We just need to borrow Andy."

Rain's protective instinct flared. "My brother isn't going up there alone," she declared, standing firm beside Andy.

"He's not your brother," Bjorn shot back dismissively, a sneer in his voice. "He's a defective Wey-Yu scrap your father found in the dump. Wake up, love."

That was the last straw. You stepped forward, fully done with Bjorn's shit, your voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Shut your fucking mouth, Bjorn," you snapped. "You don't get to talk about Andy like that. I'm sick of your damn attitude. For a bastard that needs help, you sure run your mouth a lot."

You grabbed Andy's hand, feeling a surge of protectiveness, and nudged Rain toward the door. It was clear you were ready to leave.

Tyler sighed, turning to his cousin. "Bjorn, c'mon..."

Bjorn raised his hands in mock surrender, a condescending grin on his face. "What? I didn't say anything..."

"Wait, Rain!" Tyler reached out, gently grabbing Rain's arm to stop her. "My cousin may be a fool, but he's right about one thing."

Rain turned to look at Tyler, her expression conflicted but still listening. You could see her loyalty pulling her in different directions, her resolve weakening under the weight of what Tyler was saying.

Tyler pressed on, his voice filled with urgency. "You have to wake up, Rain. The company gives us nothing, and you know it. We have to take it."

You could feel Rain's hesitation, the tension in her shoulders as she considered Tyler’s words. Her past with him and the others still held sway, the memories of better times, of a time when things weren’t so complicated.

"Rain," Tyler said softly, his voice almost breaking, "I just don't want to end up like our parents. Do you?"

His words hung heavy in the air, the weight of them pressing down on everyone in the room. Rain's eyes dropped to the floor, her breath shaky. You saw the pain of loss and fear reflected in her eyes—the fear of a future that might hold nothing but more suffering.

"Is your plan as simple as you make it sound?" Rain finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tyler nodded earnestly. "You won't even have to get out of Corbelan. I promise. Just help us get Andy onboard, and he can handle the rest. What do you say?"

The room fell silent as Rain weighed her options. You stayed close to her, your hand still wrapped around Andy's, ready to back her up no matter what she decided.

You knew this was a pivotal moment, one that would set the course for all of you, and you could only hope that whatever choice she made would be the right one.

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A bitter taste of anxiety filled your mouth as the cargo ship beneath you began to rumble, the vibration resonating through your bones. The hauler Corbelan IV shuddered as it powered up, the engine's growl echoing in the confined space.

The sound was a constant, thrumming reminder of the risks ahead, of the dangerous path Rain had chosen.

Navarro sat at the controls, her fingers deftly gliding over the panel, flipping switches and pressing buttons with practiced precision as she fired up the systems.

Her expression was one of intense focus, eyes glued to the readouts and screens that flashed with data. "I'm firing her up. Batteries are online," she called out, a mixture of concentration and excitement in her voice.

To her left, Kay was curled up with her head leaning against the wall, her eyes half-closed, a hand resting protectively on her belly.

Tyler was seated next to Rain by the window, his gaze fixed outside at the expanse of space, a slight furrow in his brow, adding onto the tension on his face.

Your seat was beside Andy, who sat quietly, his face a serene mask despite the chaos around him. "Dee, you know you can back out of this anytime, right?" you whispered, searching his synthetic eyes for any sign of doubt or hesitation. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

Andy turned his head slightly to face you, his expression neutral yet somehow comforting. "My directive is clear: to do what's best for Rain," he replied calmly. "If this mission will help make that possible, then that's what I will do."

You nodded, trying to hide the concern gnawing at your insides. "Just... be careful," you said softly, knowing it might be pointless but needing to say it anyway.

Your heart heavy with worry but also filled with a strange sense of pride. Andy wasn't just a machine to you—he was family. And like any family member, he was stepping up to help in a time of need, even if it meant facing unknown dangers.

From the corner of your eye, you caught Bjorn standing cockily, his straps keeping him upright as the ship tilted slightly. He pulled out a cigarette, a grin plastered on his face as he lit it up, the flame from the lighter stretching unnaturally high in the low-pressure cabin.

The sight made your stomach churn—Bjorn always did have a way of ignoring common sense.

"For fuck's sake, put that shit out, Bjorn," you snapped, your tone sharp. "We're in a sealed environment, dumbass."

Bjorn just smirked, taking a slow drag before putting the cigarette out on the metal wall. "Relax, Y/N," he drawled. "Just trying to take the edge off."

Navarro's voice cut through the tension, clear and commanding. "Hydro, please. Comm panel," she called out, glancing back to check if everyone was secured.

"Ground spoilers," someone called out.

"Activated," Navarro confirmed, her hands moving over the controls with practiced ease as the ship prepared for takeoff.

The ship's cabin was filled with the sounds of various systems coming online, a mix of beeping, whirring, and the occasional hiss of steam or hydraulic fluid. "Now comes the pressure," Navarro noted, focusing on the controls as she maneuvered the ship.

The ship shuddered again, and you felt the engines roar to life beneath you, thrusting you back into your seat. Your breath caught in your throat as the hauler broke free from the artificial gravity of Jackson Star and launched into the black void of space.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Andy asks, his voice steady, cutting through the growing noise.

You nod, gripping the armrest tighter. "Yeah," you reply, though you're not entirely sure. "Yeah, I'm fine, Dee."

The minutes ticked by like hours as the ship continued to climb, the view outside the window shifting from the dark, soot-filled skies of the colony to the endless expanse of the cosmos.

The stars outside the window seemed to shimmer and shift as you broke through the upper atmosphere.

You see Rain's eyes widen as the first glimpse of stars becomes visible, a glimmer of hope in her gaze.

"Take a good look at the view," Bjorn chimed in. "Because we will never come back."

Tyler leaned closer to Rain, concern evident on his face. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

Rain nodded, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of doubt. "I'm fine," she replied, more to convince herself than anyone else.

Bjorn laughed as he looked at everyone's serious faces, a harsh, mocking sound. "Now, isn't this a good idea?"

The distant sun casted a warm, golden glow across the metal of the hauler, its light diffusing gently as it mingled with the faint glimmers of distant galaxies.

Rain's eyes were glued to the viewport, her face illuminated by the distant glow of the sun. "Is that...?"

"Yes," Tyler confirmed, following her gaze. "That's our sun."

You watched as a soft smile spread across Rain's face, her eyes filled with a mixture of awe and longing. "Yvaga had to have the most beautiful sunsets," she murmured. "I have seen them... in dreams. I look forward to seeing them with you."

Tyler nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. "Cryosleep is said to feel like a drunken night. So when we wake up at Yvaga tomorrow, it will be with a hangover."

Navarro's voice came through again, this time softer, more reverent. "There she is," she whispered, her gaze focused on the distant object looming ahead. "Our destination."

You leaned forward, peering out the window as the silhouette of the derelict spacecraft came into view. It was massive, a sprawling structure drifting silently through space. "That's not a ship," you muttered, more to yourself than anyone else.

Bjorn, still standing, scoffed. "No, it's not," he agreed. "Looks like a scrapped space station."

"Seems that it's divided into two parts—Romulus and Remus." Navarro corrected, adjusting the trajectory slightly to match the station's roll. "Huh, wonder what's in there."

Your heart pounded as the realization sank in. This wasn't just an abandoned ship. This was something far more complex, something that might be filled with more than just the cryostasis chambers you needed.

A part of you wondered what else Weyland-Yutani might have left behind, and the thought sent a shiver down your spine.

Navarro's hands flew over the controls, adjusting their course to avoid the oncoming debris. "Everyone hold on," she ordered, her voice steady but strained. "This is gonna be a bumpy ride."

You glanced at Andy, his expression calm and focused, and felt a small flicker of reassurance. He was ready, and so were you. Whatever came next, you would face it together.

The cargo ship thrummed beneath you as it adjusted its course, the tension in the cabin thick enough to cut with a knife. You closed your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady yourself.

When you opened them again, the station loomed closer, a dark silhouette against the stars, and you knew there was no turning back now.

A/N: lololo, i just can't get this lil fic out of my head. by the pace i'm going, i'll end up writing the whole damn movie out 🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️ anywho hope i didnt bore you all, tried to make it different instead of just plastering y/n into the story with no changes, lolol, i even trie to add a lil synthetic prejudice 💀 oohh can't wait to get to the part wheree we learn about bjorns hate for synthetics

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taesansbeloved · 4 months ago

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Calm Amidst Chaos.

| Myung Jaehyun X Reader

| Genre: established relationship.

| warnings: use of pet names, a clingy jaehyun :(

| Word count: 987

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Today was pure shit. For starters, you missed your alarm leading to getting scolded by your boss. Then, you got blazing hot coffee on your new white button up. THEN, a customer kept arguing with you saying that the deal wasn't all that good and just being a pure Karen.

It was one of those days. The days where you wanted to just go home and spend all day with your loving boyfriend, Jaehyun.

Did I mention that it was the first day Jaehyun was free from work since forever.

Working as an Idol wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. It was tiring, and exhausting. Also, being the leader just adds on the stress, so this was the only day he had, free from responsibility. But to his luck, his girlfriend happens to have work that day.

Your manager decided that you should spend more time in the office as you arrived late, so as everyone went home and relaxed, you were still stuck in your tiny little office. As soon as he gave you the sign to go home, you started packing your things rapidly, eager to go home.

As soon as you enter your car, you get a call from your one and only.

“Hey, baby.” You say softly, knowing he's probably tired and sad that you're away.

“Hey, love. When are you coming back?” He asks sadly, stifling a yawn. As soon as he said that, your heart started to ache. You knew that all he wanted to do was cuddle and talk nonsense to each other. Your boss is to blame for not doing all that.

“I'm in my car right now. Give me exactly ten minutes.” You say, starting your car. You can hear shuffling on the other side. “Hey, Jaehyun. I'm really sorry. I really didn't mean to stay over time and I promise I'll make it up to you.” You said, leaning on your seat, feeling pure guilt.

Jaehyun is the definition of a clingy boyfriend. Just giving him a hug and it will send him to the moon. You just know right now that he's aching for your touch and that just made you feel even worse.

“Baby, please don't apologise. I now know how you feel when I'm away so we're basically equal now.” Jaehyun said with a light chuckle. You know that he was trying to make you feel better by joking but it made you feel BAD. “You shouldn't be on your phone while driving, love. I'll hang up now and I'm very patiently waiting for you to come home. I love you.” He said. You can just feel his energy on the phone. God, you loved him.

“I love you too.” You say quietly as you hung up and began your journey home.

Slowly inserting the key, you open the door quietly and peek inside. The lights were on but the TV was off.

You stepped inside as a frown appeared on your face. ‘Where is he?’ You wondered as you closed the door behind you.

As soon as the door closed, you heard footsteps ascending from the stairs and a fluffy haired Jaehyun coming into view.

Running towards you, he engulfed you in the tightest hug.

Snuggling his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent that he dearly missed.

Without speaking you wrap your arms around him, pulling him even deeper into your embrace. You thread your fingers through his hair as a quiet sigh leaves his mouth.

“I missed you.” Jaehyun said, voice muffled against your neck tickling you a bit.

“I missed you even more.” You whispered back as you gently rubbed his back.

You felt as if all the worries and all the bad things that happened today began to fade from the mere touch of Jaehyun. Feeling his calm breath pattern on your neck brings you even more solace.

“Come on.” You said after embracing each other for more than normal in front of the front door.

Jaehyun whined as he shook his head in the crook of your neck. “No.” He mumbled.

“Baby, I'm still in my work clothes.” You say with a chuckle. Jaehyun whined more but let go of you.

You pull Jaehyun with you upstairs to your shared bedroom.

“Stay here.” You say softly as Jaehyun layed down on his side of the bed and nodded.

You quickly change out of your work clothes and put on some comfy pyjamas before washing up as fast as possible.

Before you can even touch the bed, you feel yourself being pulled into a warm embrace. Jaehyun dug his nose into your hair, smelling your shampoo.

You chuckle as you rest your head on his chest.

“Tell me about your day.” Jaehyun said softly, running his hand through your hair.

“Well, it was terrible. Everything went wrong. And this stupid customer just kept arguing with me about a deal I very much did not have a say in. Ugh, and my manager. God, I hope both sides of his pillow are warm.” You say, rolling your eyes slightly at the mention of your manager.

Jaehyun chuckled as he pulled you deeper into his embrace. “Well, good thing you're here now. Do you have any work tomorrow?” He whispered gently.

“I have some paperwork that needs to be done, but other than that no. Do you?” You asked, wishing to hear a ‘no’.

“...No.” Jaehyun said making your head shoot up.

“For real?!” You exclaimed, propping yourself on your elbow.

He nodded as a soft smile made its way to his face.

You quickly get on top of him, strangling him in a tight hug. He hugged you back immediately and rubbed your waist in content.

“I love you.” You whispered in his ear, making his smile widen.

“I love you more, darling.” He said back.

You were his world, and he was your calm amidst your chaos.

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Guys.... I love you. My first post got so much love and I really wanna thank yall!! I hope you enjoyed this babes!

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vaulthunterlands · 8 months ago

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BORDERLANDS COLLEGE AU

Stupid idea I had a few nights ago, don't think too hard about the inconsistencies in ages and stuff. Probably just doing Vault Hunters and a few other characters.

ROLAND

Majoring in cybersecurity. Good student, studies and gets consistently high grades. Has a well-formulated meal and workout plan. Also an RA on campus. Roland is the guy you go to if you have issues. He might not be great at "talking you through them" or "showing empathy" but he always has solid advice and is well-respected by his peers.

BRICK

I was going to say "Brick wouldn't go to college in canon" but this isn't canon babeyyyy. Brick is going into veterinary medicine. You may think this is completely off as a major for him, but I argue that his love for dogs is far greater than any challenge he may face in his education. Still a gym maniac. Roland is his RA, which means Roland is in charge of calming Brick down when he gets mad. Dating Mordecai. Also, unrelated but Brick in a philosophy class:

"Brick, can you tell us what you think about what Descartes said?"

"I PUNCH Descartes."

LILITH

Y'all are going to hate me for this but Lilith is a chemistry major. Girl loves fire, electricity, and acid so you can't tell me she wouldn't be a menace in her labs. (Also, before the first game was released her full title was "Dr. Lilith Cashlin, Mercenary Scientist") Only goes to class half the time but still does really well. Rooms with Mordecai and Brick. Huge crush on this RA she keeps seeing around

MORDECAI

BIRD MAAAAAN. Y'all already know this guy is doing two things on campus. 1) Majoring in Ornithology 2) Going to parties to get drunk. This man is the epitome of "college is for partying". Keeps birds in campus (not allowed) and is doing okay in his classes (he is hung over 80% of the time) (Mordy pls) Dating Brick.

PATRICIA TANNIS

Honestly, what field of science ISN'T this girl majoring in? She's insane(ly smart) and constantly gets perfect scores on all of her exams. Closest friends are Roland and the gang.

MARCUS

Why is he here??? What??? Marcus is the guy who runs the restaurant that is directly across the street from campus. *Phenomenal* food, but GOD is it pricey. Tends to not care about many of the students chilling (as long as they BUY SOMETHING)

SCOOTER

Doesn't go to this college but he's good friends with Roland and his pals. Likes to go out drinking with them on the weekends and is just all-in-all a cool guy to hang around with. Friends with Janey.

AXTON

BMOC. Captain of the football team. You can trust him! (He's the water boy.) Total jock but he's not an asshole about it. Majoring in Rehabilitation Science. He's... not the *best* student, but he does try and genuinely care about what he wants to do. Lives with Salvador, Maya, and Zer0 in a dorm.

SALVADOR

Culinary major. My man can COOK. He's the best cook in the dorm and no one will ever argue if he offers to cook. Really good student even though he parties all the time with Mordecai, Brick, and Axton. Lives with Maya, Axton, and Zer0.

ZER0

*Insert weeb joke here* They're a literature major. Not just because of the haiku, either. I feel like Zer0 would be fantastic in literature courses and understanding thr deeper meanings in texts. They are seen as a "weird kid" on campus. They do not care. Lives with Maya, Salvador, and Axton.

MAYA

The reason I made this list (big surprise, V does a huge post and it's Maya's fault), Maya majors in entomology. (S/O to @forbiddenpurplesoda for this because I've always thought Maya would be a bug girl) Maya is a phenomenal student and she always gets great marks in her studies. Lives with Axton, Sal and Zer0. Has at least one pet beetle that makes Axton panic.

GAIGE

Mechanical Engineering/Robotics major. Obviously built Deathtrap as a buddy because she felt a little lonely in her dorm. Calls her Dad every night. Has a huge crush on a girl in one of her math classes. Lives with...

KRIEG!!!!

Listen. Listen. Krieg majors in psychology. The *actual* football captain. Doesn't talk much and when he does, it's complete nonsense. (Everyone just goes "haha classic Krieg") Gaige gets along with him extremely well. Maya and him have a thing where they will just look at each other and think "holy shit they're so gorgeous). Always wears a face mask.

TINA

Child prodigy chemistry major, buddies with Lilith and Roland. But seriously, who let this kid in the lab? Like, okay, yeah, she knows what she's doing, but what she's doing is COMBUSTION REACTIONS. How is she still in school.

ELLIE

Engineering major. Lives in the building across from Roland and the gang. Absolute sweetheart and huge flirt but will also drop you on her ass if you threaten her friends.

MOXXI

I could see Moxxi as a professor of engineering, actually. Every student thinks she's gorgeous and she's learned to ignore it. Scooter and Ellie's Mom. Thinks their friends are funny.

HANDSOME JACK

Oh man, this one was tough. I decided on absolute tool you meet in college who's the head of a frat and thinks he's God's gift to women. Lives in the same building as Roland, Lilith, Brick, Mordecai, Salvador, Axton, Maya, Zer0, Gaige, and Krieg. Constantly getting into arguments with... basically everyone listed above. Majors in business.

ANGEL

She's an art major!!! She's super intelligent and aces all of her classes but she absolutely loves art. Jack is her brother in this AU. Has a crush on the cute punk girl in her math class but could never tell her. Lives in a single.

ALISTAIR HAMMERLOCK

Double majors in conservation biology and zoology! Finds the creatures that he studies absolutely fascinating and always has a bright disposition on his face. Lives in a single that looks exactly like you think it does (his room on Sanctuary III). Strained relationship with his sister.

ATHENA

Acient History Major, specifically interested in Ancient Greece (wonder why?). Works at Marcus' restaurant. Hates it. Pay her more. Has her eyes on a girl that frequents Marcus' restaurant. Tried to live with Wilhelm, Jack, Nisha, Timothy, and Claptrap for a semester, she is now a commuter. Still friends with Timothy.

WILHELM

Jack's second-in-command. People look at him like he's a dumbass, big hunk of meat, but he's also in a robotics major. Aside from being buddies with Jack, he's... kind of chill? Man likes what he likes and he works out pretty often. Boxes in his free time. Lives with Nisha, Jack, Timothy, and (formerly) Claptrap.

NISHA

Criminal justice major, naturally. Jack's girlfriend and the baddest and scariest bitch on campus. Likes watching old western movies. Never, ever shows up to class but still passes. No one knows how. Lives with Jack, Timothy, Wilhelm, and (formerly) Claptrap

CLAPTRAP

Theater major! Always has a smile on his face, even though he's nooooot very well-liked. Tried to get in with the popular guys but eventually figured out he was being used. He confronted Jack and Jack kicked him out of the dorm 😔 Lives... well, he kind of just lives around Roland's dorm. Roland's too nice to say no.

TIMOTHY

I feel like Tim would be a Biology major. I don't know why but I can see him in that field. Looks SCARILY similar to Jack, and hates this. Unfortunately put into a room with Jack, Wilhelm, Nisha, and (formerly) Claptrap. Misses Athena greatly and wishes she still lived on campus. They're still good friends.

AURELIA HAMMERLOCK

Oh good lord, who let her on a college campus. Has an extravagant single room because she's *rich* and she's not sharing with someone else are you insane? Studies law because this bitch wants to be a judge someday. Absolutely hates to be seen with her brother Alistair. Rivalry with another rich law student makes this even more tense.

JANEY SPRINGS

Doesn't go to this college but she knows a few people around campus and hits up Marcus' restaurant for a bite to eat every so often. The food is just so good, right? No other reason. None at all. Friends with Scooter.

RHYS STRONGFOK

Rhys is a business and economics major. Is in Jack's frat. Is getting increasingly sick of Jack's shit. Buddy buddy with Vaughn, Fiona, and Zer0. Dating Sasha.

VAUGHN

Accounting major. Man has a mind like a steel trap, and also enjoys bodybuilding. Best friends with Rhys, good friends with Fiona and Sasha.

FIONA

I genuinely feel like Fiona would be a nursing or Healthcare major. I have no basis for this, it just feels right for her. Hates Jack and keeps telling Rhys to tell him to fuck off. Friends with Rhys and Vaughn, Sasha's older sister.

SASHA

Social work major! Loves helping people and wants to make a change in the world after she and Fiona grew up in less-than-ideal circumstances. Dating Rhys, also keeps telling Rhys to get away from Jack. Friends with Vaughn.

MOZE

Transfer student. Served in the military for a while before deciding she wanted to go to college. Undecided major but she's just trying to focus on the pretty women I mean her grades haha am I right? ALWAYS at Marcus'. Always. Lives with Zane, Amara, and FL4K.

FL4K

FL4K has Mr. Chew, Broodless and Meat-Thief as emotional support animals. I can see FL4K as a double major in zoology and veterinary medicine. Loves their pets. Super chill unless you speak badly about them or their pets. Will shank a bitch. Lives with Zane, Moze, and Amara.

AMARA

Healthcare studies major, with a focus on pathology. Also a bodybuilder. Also a boxer. Amara is that girl and she knows it. Always asking Moze to work out with her and she is completely oblivious to Moze being head over heels. Will fight someone being mean to a customer service worker. Lives with Zane, Moze, and FL4K.

ZANE

Pop pop went back to college! No but in this AU Zane is probably older than everyone but not that much older. His major was tough for me, but I honestly think he'd be a good candidate for a major in rehabilitation science with Axton. Also LOVES parties.

WAINWRIGHT JAKOBS

His Father wanted him to go into Business to take over the family legacy but he decided to go into law to "protect the little guy". Has daily arguments with this stuck-up, pretentious "harpy" that's in most of his classes. She's awful. Has a crush on this well-spoken man in zoological studies. At least that will take his mind off of the harpy.

TROY CALYPSO

Troy is a media and communications major. Has a fantastic time making videos and being admin of many social media pages but doesn't do very well in class because he dislikes most of his professors. Has a very close relationship with his sister, Tyreen.

TYREEN CALYPSO

Double major in Art History and Theater. Loves to be the center of attention and often stars in her brother's videos and projects. She loves it. A little full of herself. Close with her brother, Troy.

TYPHON DELEON

OKAY WAIT WAIT DON'T CLOSE THE POST HEAR ME OUT.

Cringe boomer history professor that can be easily distracted by him telling his stories of his many adventures (no one knows if they're true or not). Troy and Tyreen's Father. NOT a piss poor Dad in this AU, just embarrassing as all hell. Pretty decent guy but he's okay as a professor. (Please guys let me have my "Typhon is a good cringe embarrassing boomer dad to the Calypsos" AU)

OKAY this was a really long post and I probably forgot someone but I'm sure I'll hear about it LMAO. Also I don't know every single college major and its appropriate title, I just went off of vibes. Pls be nice 2 me

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zvtara-was-never-canon · 10 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/burst-of-iridescent/740787422094376960/i-love-how-aangs-fans-want-so-badly-to-defend-and

Your thoughts?

Let's go through it by parts

"Aang is a monk, he shouldn't date/get married/have kids"

Aang is the LAST airbender. The LAST air-nomad. Even if he had made some vow of celibacy/not having kids/not getting married (which was never confirmed or even hinted at by the show), he made it under the assumption that this would affect solely his life, not result in the death of his entire culture once he passed away.

Much like he was given a pass to kill Ozai, he would also be given a pass to break his celibacy vow - which the show never says he made in the first place.

"The Air-nomads are not one to one with Tibetan monks, it makes no sense to get hung up on the pacism"

They are not one-to-one, much the other nations. But the Water Tribes are still indigenous people living in the poles, the Earth Kingdom is known for a great wall and there's a "made in Earth Kingdom joke", the Fire Nation has sun imagery everywhere, and air nomads are even meant to visually resemble tibetan monks.

More importantly, the show made sure to highlight that, to the nomads, pacifism IS a big part of their culture and belief system, and that Aang feels very conflicted over wanting to save the world but not liking the way he's expected to just disregard everything he was taught his whole life.

Comparing "Aang is a (tibetan) monk, therefore he is a pacifist so killing would be against his beliefs" to "Aang is a (tibetan) monk, therefore he shouldn't be dating" is absurd because, yes, Avatar did choose what parts of tibetan culture would be carried over to the story, and only ONE of these made the cut.

When people complay about "People are disgarding the fact that Aang was raised to be a pacifist when they expect him to just be cool with killing Ozai" they are not saying that because "Well, a tibetan monk wouldn't do that", they are saying it because CANONICALLY, Aang's air-nomad culture would be against it.

"Being critical of the air-nomad culture is not the same as disrespecting Tibet's culture"

This one is only truth depending on the circumstance.

Obviously being critical of something the air-nomads do, but the tibetan monks don't, is not racist against real people, nor is it racist in the first place if the criticism isn't fully based on "That's not how MY culture does things, therefore it's bad."

Being critical of something both air-nomads and real life tibetan monks do is automatically being critical of both, though obviously there's a difference between "I don't agree with this belief" and "I hate this entire group of people" (for exemple, saying "I hate the Fire Nation's imperialism because of all the suffering it caused, which was clearly inspired by Japan's imperialistic past that was also attrocious" is very different from saying "I hate japanese people").

Being "critical" of something both air-nomads and real life tibetan monks do because you're going out of your way to misrespresent their beliefs, and you talk about the air-nomads the way people who are prejudiced against Tibetan culture talk about them (which a lot of people in this fandom do without even realizing) IS very fucking racist against a real life group of people.

Again, to make the distinction clear, there's a difference between "I dislike this character who happens to be black" or even "I dislike this black character because the writers were racist, intentionally or accidentally, and thus made him an objectively poorly written character that I don't like seeing on screen" and "I hate this character because he is (insert racist belief against black people here)."

So yeah, A LOT of the hate towards Aang, especifically regarding his pacifism, comes from people being genuinely racist, and pointing that out is not absurd just because "Well, he technically isn't a Tibetan monk. He just looks like one, has plenty of the beliefs and traditions of one, the narrative largely treats him as one, and the audience is clearly excected to see him as such."

#anti zutara #pro kataang #pro aang #atla fandom problems #fandom racism

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karatekels · 4 months ago

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WARNING: SPOILERS WILL BE COMING! 🚨

So, as we all know, part 1 of season 6 is dropping tonight! It's looking like midnight my time, and because I am a large baby, that is past my bedtime.

I'm going to be binging the episodes early tomorrow morning, and posting my ranting rambling thoughts here - maybe I'll just use this post? - the way I did for the first five episodes of my rewatch.

I will hide them under a cut, and I don't plan on posting anything about the new season outside of this post for a week or so.

Basically, if you want to avoid spoilers: read with caution!

Episode 1: Peacetime in the Valley

…God I really love how they do music on this show.

Okay this peace better die real fucking quick because I’m annoyed.

CHOZEN IN A SHORT ROBE, NOW WE’RE TALKING.

Looking at this newspaper clipping, I wonder if we’re supposed to care about little details or if they just didn’t really care and it’s completely random. If it’s NOT random, I have thoughts:

Why is the photographer who took Terry’s mugshot only named by their initials. Anyone know a B.T.?

…okay, looking at the column on the left, this had better be a joke. CLOWN MURDER?!

And then the article itself is cobbled together. Unless this is just a fake newspaper as a plant, then this is pretty week bud.

Coincidentally, if you or any other showrunner would like to hire me to write fake newspaper articles for your show or movie so that people like me don’t tear you apart online, I am available!

Okay so Tory and Robby are clearly still together, and the only thing that isn’t complete peace is Kenny and Anthony only looking at each other from a distance?

DANIEL’S SMUG SMILE AS THE COBRA KAI LOGO GETS THROWN AWAY GO FUCK YOURSELF SIR.

Amanda YES, bring up Terry getting the charges dropped!

Kreese vs. US Marshals eh?

Stop talking about my man without showing him, Daniel.

Oh good, already tension between Daniel and Johnny’s views on things.

OH JOHNNY LOOKS GENUINELY DEVASTATED THAT THEY DEMOLISHED THE ABANDONED WAREHOUSE.

…wow we really are just forgiving Benedict Penis Breath for some reason, huh?

IT DID NOT TAKE AWHILE FOR YOU TWO TO TALK AGAIN, ROBBY. YOU LITERALLY JUST HAD A FIGHT AND THAT SEEMED TO FIX EVERYTHING??

…Johnny wants to use fire on the children? I can think of a couple that can be guinea pigs *cough*KYLER*cough*

Ohhhhhh… Daniel picking Chozen over Johnny isn’t gonna end well. What if instead we got rid of Daniel and Johnny and Chozen hung out.

– insert Sekai Taikai exposition here –

And the new name of the dojo iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis… I MEAN, WE’VE ALL BEEN CALLING IT MIYAGI-FANG FOREVER.

Of course Daniel is angry (I mean it is a stupid picture of Mr. Miyagi but still)

…Chozen going against Johnny here really doesn’t check out. But I am here for a Chozen vs. Johnny fight.

The worst double-date in history! WHO CARES IF SHE DOESN’T WANT TO LEARN MIYAGI-DO??

Robby, don’t you dare speak ill of the precious Kenny/Silver mentorship dynamic you JERK.

Daniel (and Chozen) being so dismissive of Johnny’s feelings makes me sad

Oh DIP OMINOUS TEXT MESSAGE GOOD THING YOU BOUGHT THAT AXE.

Tory looks so sad and I hate it. Eat your waffle cone, Miguel.

Robby why in the hell would interrupting the game make Kenny want to listen to you? Also lmao look who’s taller now Kenny grew like 2 feet.

HI SHAWN. …Being ominous in an arcade is great.

Daniel preaching balance when he’s simultaneously…Daniel is infuriating.

…Chozen alcoholism subplot? ANDNO KUMIKO?! BUT I SHIP IT SO HARD!

Oh Johnny really brought the axe huh?

OH MY GOD STINGRAY I’M DYING.

Shawn your child brother is starting high school please do not take him to a strip club.

ROBBY WHY WOULD YOU APPROACH WHILE THEY HAVE BATS.

WE DON’T WANT TO FIGHT, he says while joining the fight!

…am I Stingray? “Because it’s awesome” – I WILL BELIEVE IN COBRA KAI FOREVER.

And he appreciates that Amanda is a smokeshow.

Don’t you dare disrespect ponytail dude, Shawn Payne.

Did the prison system actually help Shawn? SHOCKING.

Daniel being the bigger person? Only took HOW MANY DECADES?!

…so we’re calling it Miyagi-Do? Even though it’s not just Miyagi-Do? THIS IS DUMB.

We don’t get to see how Kreese got to Korea? REALLY?!

Episode 2: The Prize

NICK! YAY TERRY BACKSTORY! (Also Barrett yay but I mean… TERRY)

Kreese defending her is so cute OH MY GOD SHE’S IN THE AIR CHILL OUT GRAMPS.

Oh good, sewage in the cooking pots.

Not a real talk about money on this show! Oh, we’re cutting away?

…Why did we linger on that one student when Kim said “Silver is gone now”? Am I just looking for hope where there isn’t any?

I’m sorry, how old is this man going to be now? HE LOOKED 80 IN THE LATE 60S.

Does Amanda just dress like that everyday? Daniel is a lucky man.

I would watch an entire YouTube series in the vein of Trixie & Katya’s “I Like to Watch” that’s just Chozen watching reality shows.

“Your incompetence is why I must stay alive” is a brutal fucking line.

Kyler and his gaggle of 45 year old college freshmen. Or just Brucks.

…please think Chozen and Johnny are a gay couple, Mr. Realtor. Okay no, but Johnny blowing this up pretty spectacularly is pretty great.

Why do I feel like this is going to culminate in Kreese stabbing Immortal Kim because he’s “worthy of taking control”?

OR THE SNAKE COULD BITE HIM UMMMM.

As someone who has been in university in some capacity for like a decade, this… was not my experience. Though watching Kyler get shit on is kind of fun.

OH NO DUTCH REFERENCE. HE’S STILL IN PRISON THOUGH THAT’S GOOD.

Deus ex Johnny-fan ftw!

NOT HALLUCINATION NICK MARINI!

…Okay, so we are just gonna double down on the homoeroticism with men being each other’s weaknesses? I mean I’m here for it.

Frats have always seemed so stupid to me, with hazing and shit. Even for morons like Kyler. Never thought I’d see the day where I’m rooting for Kyler but I guess here we are. DESTROY THE DOUCHEBAGS. (Though how is anyone getting into college with this ASSAULT)

American tourist loses mind in cave, talks to snake. Film at 11.

Kyler acknowledging he’s a moron? I’m here for it. NO NOT ANOTHER FRAT COME ON.

LMAO Johnny insisting he has a job – AND IT WORKS HE JUST STARTS SELLING CARS.

Amanda is right though, what’s in the briefcase, Johnny?

Kim Da-Eun is gonna JUMP Kreese’s bones istg

Episode 3: Sleeper

Chozen freeloading is hilarious

“Chicks dig me” as a response to possibly having a daughter is crazy.

WHAT’S IN THE BOX?!

…the cobra is still in your dealership, Daniel?

“I’m a girl dad” – Johnny Lawrence, 2024 (or whatever year this is supposed to be I can’t remember)

…okay this episode is called Sleeper and we’re seeing that same student we did in the last episode when they said “Silver is gone now” DID TERRY HAVE A BASTARD CHILD AND NOT KNOW ABOUT IT?!

You tell ‘em, Devon.

Lol “LEE, CALL YOUR DAD, YOU’RE HANDLING THIS PROBLEM AT YOUR HOUSE.”

Please don’t be a stupid retcon of Miyagi’s character please don’t be a stupid retcon of Miyagi’s character please don’t be a stupid retcon of Miyagi’s character please don’t be a stupid retcon of Miyagi’s character please don’t be a stupid retcon of Miyagi’s character

Got a lot of mystery boxes in this episode, huh?

…”we can have a girls’ night,” says the 50-something year old man to the 3 teenaged girls he isn’t related to. I do love his relationship with Devon though. It’s a shame she’s going to die in a freak karate accident so that Johnny can name his daughter after her.

THE HORRORS LOCKED AWAY IN A HIDDEN COMPARTMENT ARE THAT HE WAS A BOXER?!

…oh and he beat the shit out of people.

AND HE CHANGED HIS NAME?! OKAY SHIT’S GETTING INTERESTING.

Lmao the Ouija board fakeout

Yeah good Daniel, leave your dolled-up wife in the shady gym.

OH MY GOD JOHNNY PLEASE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING.

Kreese is really just trying to make a bunch of killing machines (or at least one, anyway), huh?

The Big 3 weren’t lying when they said they were going all out this season with the fights.

Also is Kreese just fine with the snake bite? He’s fine?

Oh noooo, Mr. Miyagi wasn’t a perfect human I’m SHOCKED.

Johnny is SO happy they’re fighting I love it – OH NO BOOOOOOOOOO PEACE. Go get matching tattoos or something you dorks.

Oh no Daniel, is your perfect worldview crumbling? Was surrogate daddy not as perfect as you thought?

YES, CHOZEN. WHAT DID HAPPEN IN CANCUN?

Nooo Chozen don’t leave even if it is for Kumiko I’LL MISS YOU.

Yes, let’s end the episode on “girls are easy”

Oh no wait, more Daniel mourning the loss of his innocence

Were the rumours right? We’re going to Spain? LET’S GOOOOOOO – wait how are they going to afford everyone going?

And we’re down to six – Miguel, Robby, Hawk, Sam, Tory… Kenny/Demetri/Devon?

Episode 4: Underdogs

Hawk thinks patriotism will earn him a spot? God I hate that mohawk.

“Each and every one of you has a shot, even though many of you are either our children, close enough to be our children, or are our clear favourites”

SHUT UP DEVON IF ANTHONY GETS PICKED I’M GOING TO KILL SOMEONE.

Johnny assuming he’s as good as a partner at the dealership is KILLING me

THANK YOU FOR TELLING HIM NO ABOUT ANTHONY, JOHNNY.

Why is Daniel so against them… actually earning their spots?

Hi Mike!

Lol flashback – but why not show Terry?

YES DEVON MY QUEEN.

AWWW, Penis Breath is so happy with his new name.

SERIOUSLY? ANTHONY?

If Anthony makes it I’m killing myself.

Devon speaking up for all neglected minor characters everywhere.

What in the actual fuck is going on. Go away Yasmine you suck. OKAY BUT NOT AT THE EXPENSE OF DEMETRI’S HAPPINESS. …maybe her dumping him would’ve been better she is the WORST.

Binary Bros. will be the couple with the drama this season.

This capture the flag game seems fun but Mike can’t look at everyone at once…

I mean your son IS going to bleed and get the shit kicked out of him, Daniel. Wake up. No? Gonna keep feeding him your bs? Cool.

Barnes has quite the craftsmanship.

JOHNNY VS MIKE LET’S GOOOOOOOO… but away from the saw please.

HEY HE SAID THE THING.

…we’re really just gonna call each other bad boys with a straight face?

Okay Devon, enough with the negative self-talk. You’re sounding like me.

NOOOOOO Binary Bros. are fighting!

Kenny is kind of cocky af and I hope he doesn’t get it.

Smart move would’ve been to go up top and see if you can spot the flag…

OH WE TOOK KENNY OUT WITH A CHEAP TRICK…that’s not funny.

Oh SHIT Demetri is being an asshat. Why is NO ONE asking bout Hawk?

MAN now Devon has to feel bad because someone else chea– OH MY GOD IT WAS HER.

Episode 5: Best of the Best

Why does Tory’s mom healing feel so ominous why does Tory’s mom healing feel so ominous why does Tory’s mom healing feel so ominous why does Tory’s mom healing feel so ominous

Oh look Kreese has come for a visit.

And yet another blonde champion has turned against Kreese.

OH MY GOD, DEMETRI SHUT UP.

Robby you lovestruck little fool it’s adorable.

I really love Terry (duh) but Johnny is 100% my favourite Sensei.

HEY LEAVE THAT CANADIAN DUMMY ALONE, EH?

What about your worst impulses, Danny Boy? S H U T U P and appreciate your hot wife for once, Jesus!

…Carmen is going to go into labour in this episode isn’t she.

AND there it is! Nope wait, false alarm. Everybody go hug Miguel.

NO NO NO DON’T BE DEAD NO NO NO

GOD FUCKING DAMNIT

HER FIST WAS CLENCHED – WAS IT KREESE?

Why does Sam and Miguel’s relationship seem so focused on beating Robby and Tory? While Robby and Tory seem actually into each other?

Daniel you suck, you hypocritical, self-righteous twat.

This is some mighty fine acting, Miss Peyton List. Best crier on the show since Xolo!

JOHNNY YOU HAVE A BABY ON THE WAY CAN YOU NOT YANK THE STEERING WHEEL.

…he’s right though. SHUT UP DANIEL.

Okay but Johnny this is really stupid you’ve sold cars for four minutes.

LMAO “YOU’RE FINALLY LEAVING HIM” GOD AMANDA LISTEN TO JOHNNY HE’S RIGHT.

Johnny gonna embrace boxing with the students? Daniel can’t really say anything about it not being about Mr. Miyagi then.

She kept… the bottlecap… I AM NOT OKAY.

You did not try, Daniel. Shut the fuck up. I’m mad at you. Go away. Get your head outta your ass.

You don’t get to know everything about anyone, Daniel. Especially when you’ve got your head so far in the sand you can’t even come to grips with who YOU are.

Amanda go find Tory. GO FIND TORY, AMANDA.

Okay there’s Tory. USE THAT MOTIVATION, ROBBY.

Can Robby get a decent haircut for once please? He’s a cute kid, his head deserves better.

Good for you, Robby. (Also why do I feel like he’s going to change his last name to Lawrence once the baby is born and then they’ll all just be one big happy sappy family)

I’m sure that Tory seeing both of Sam’s living and supportive parents there won’t screw her up at all.

Oh that’s gonna be Tory’s therapist or something for Amanda isn’t it UH OH.

YEAH YOU NEED TO STOP THE FIGHT.

OH SHIT. Not Danny striking first.

FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH WITH THIS KUMBAYA SHIT.

…Kenny’s gonna be mad about that – oh wait he’s not there and I’m sure it’s going well for him.

Not the bloodstained headband.

…Hawk really kept the dumb mohawk for the tournament huh?

Tory and Kenny gonna be fighting for Korea with Kreese?

(Why is Kreese there? This is televised? The police??)

LET’S FUCKING GO TORY.

#cobra kai #thomas ian griffith #cobra kai season 6 #cobra kai spoilers #i will be screaming if we get any of him #please give us Terry backstory at least #nick marini #it's all up to you #no pressure

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vintageshanny · 1 year ago

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Seeing Red

I haven’t been able to get this suit off my mind, so I had to write this one-shot about it. Even though I’m the one that brought it up, I blame these lovely ladies for fueling my fantasies. 😆 @lookingforrainbows @whositmcwhatsit @thatbanditqueen @ellie-24 @be-my-ally @missmaywemeetagain @powerofelvis @peskybedtime @shakerattlescroll @from-memphis-with-love

Content: Backstage hanky-panky, 18+

Tia felt like she might pass out. Even in just a skimpy sundress, it felt so hot in the arena. Or maybe it was the man on stage making her feel hot. And lightheaded. In her 21 years of life, she had never experienced this sensation just from looking at a man. She bit down on her lower lip, forcing herself to stay focused, not wanting to miss a millisecond of this experience. She couldn’t believe her good fortune to win front-row tickets and a backstage pass to meet thee Elvis Presley from the local Richmond radio station.

His performance was so dynamic, she couldn’t tear her eyes away for a second. His playful banter with the audience felt like a private conversation just for her. She tried to sing along to the songs, but it was like her brain was short-circuiting as she watched him lay down on the floor of the stage. He crossed one ankle over his opposite knee and rocked his hips gently in time with the music. Tia could hear the gentle clanking of his gold belt against the stage as he continued singing “Polk Salad Annie,” his long fingers playing with the microphone cord.

Suddenly all the moisture in Tia’s mouth had disappeared as she stared at him, slack-jawed. From her perch in the front row, she could see the way his tight red jumpsuit molded completely to every part of his body. She’d never wanted to reach out and grab a man’s butt this badly, but he was just asking for it, with the way his perfectly sculpted glutes rolled back and forth on the stage as he finished the song and started joking around about being crushed under one of the ceiling fixtures. Elvis turned his head and locked eyes with Tia right as she was staring at his butt and licking her lips like a wild animal locked in on its prey. His voice broke just the slightest bit as he laughed and turned his gaze back toward the ceiling. Before climbing up off the floor, though, he turned back to Tia and gave a little wink. Tia gasped, feeling a throbbing in between her legs. All she could think the rest of the show was, “Elvis winked at me!”

After the finale of “Can’t Help Falling in Love,” Tia made her way backstage, clutching her pass tightly in her hand. She nervously looked around, hoping to find Elvis before he was mobbed by other fans and his entourage. Too late. There were several girls smushed up close to him already. She sighed and hung back, too nervous to insert herself into the conversation, but unable to stop looking him up and down. She grabbed a bottle of Coke from a table of refreshments and turned back to ogle him some more. He was still in the bright red jumpsuit, and now that she was so close to him, she could see that it was soaked with sweat. That pulsing feeling came back as she clenched her thighs together, trying to stay calm. As she dragged her eyes up from his muscular thighs and a not insignificant bulge, she saw that he had caught her staring again. His full pouty lips pulled up on one side as he left the harem and made his way over to Tia.

“Ya here by yourself, darlin’?” he asked, his honey-coated accent making her heart skip a beat. “Well, I won two tickets and my best friend was supposed to join me, but she got sick at the last minute. It was an amazing show, but I was nervous to come alone,” Tia rambled on in a strange stream of consciousness that she couldn’t seem to stop. Elvis smirked with a twinkle in his eye. “Yeah, it’s always better to come with someone else.” Tia felt her face heat up at his obvious innuendo and lowered her gaze. “Sweetheart, if you’re gonna keep starin’ like that, ya could’ve at least come over right away ta say hi,” he teased as he grabbed the Coke from her hand and took a big swig before handing it back to her with a grin. Tia blushed and looked down at where his lips had just been on her bottle. “I’m sorry, Mr. Presley, I was nervous to interrupt your conversation,” she said, running her hand through her thick curly hair, her voice barely above a whisper. Elvis looked at her with a tenderness that caught her off guard and leaned in close to her ear. “Honey, jus’ call me Elvis. And I know a place we can sneak off and talk, jus’ the two of us.” Tia looked up in surprise but nodded. She was nervous, but not about to pass up an opportunity to talk privately with the sexiest man she’d ever seen.

With a glance around to make sure no one was following, Elvis grabbed her hand and pulled her quickly around the corner and into his temporary dressing room. He closed the door behind them and turned to smile at Tia again, his nose and eyes crinkling the slightest bit in a way that made her heart flutter. “Now that we’re alone,” Elvis said in a soft, low voice, “can I stare at you the way you’ve been starin’ at me?” His eyes wandered over her entire body, and although Tia felt herself flush under the scrutiny, his gaze held nothing but admiration. As he looked back into her deep brown eyes, he made an exaggerated motion of licking his lips. Tia finally loosened up, giggling and swatting at him playfully. “I did not do that when I looked at you!” she exclaimed. “Baby, ya can’t lie to me. I saw ya from the stage,” Elvis teased back. “Like a horny wolf on the prowl,” he laughed. Tia smiled but her breath caught in her throat as Elvis lifted a hand to her neck and gently traced his fingers over her caramel-colored skin. She couldn’t stop the involuntary shiver that ran through her body.

“Ya okay?” Elvis whispered as he gently pushed the strap of her dress over her shoulder, leaning in and pressing a soft warm kiss to her upper chest. Tia nodded and ran her fingers through his still-sweaty hair, eliciting a small moan from him as she gently scratched his scalp. He pushed his face down further into her cleavage, and she could feel his warm wet tongue dragging across her skin. “Let’s get more comfortable,” he whispered as he grabbed the hem of her sundress and pulled it up over her head, leaving her in just her simple cotton bra and panties. “I’m sorry,” Tia whispered with a hint of embarrassment. “I would have worn something sexier if I would have known…” “Naw, baby, ya look perfect jus’ like this,” Elvis said with a soft smile.

Tia blushed as she reached to help him get undressed. She unfastened his gold belt, which came off pretty easily but almost clanged to the floor with its weight. “Woah,” she said in surprise. “This is pretty heavy. Doesn’t this hurt to wear?” Elvis smiled at her sweet concern and said, “I’m pretty strong, honey, I can handle it.” Tia moved her hands to help him out of his jumpsuit and then paused. “Whatsa matter, baby?” he asked, studying her face. “Um, before we take this off, can I do something?” Tia whispered shyly. “Sure, doll, what is it?” Tia’s face turned red as she wrapped her arms around his torso. “When I was staring at you on the stage,” she said softly, “it’s because your butt looks so good in this suit.” Her hands wandered down and cupped his ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. Elvis’ face turned as red as the jumpsuit, but he let out a big laugh. “I just needed to feel it,” she explained as she buried her head in his sweaty chest and then pulled back to help him out of the suit.

It was so tight and sweaty that Tia had to basically peel it off of his body. She took the opportunity to press kisses to his salty skin as she moved down his torso. When he was standing there in just his white briefs, she could see that he was trembling the slightest bit. He pulled her in close and kissed her tenderly, slipping his tongue softly into her mouth as he reached around and unhooked her bra. Her nipples hardened instantly in the cool air, and Elvis leaned down to lavish each one with the attention of his warm wet mouth. When he straightened up, she could see how much it aroused him to make her feel good. His briefs could barely contain the erection he now had. She gently pulled at his waistband and reached her hand inside. He jerked forward slightly as she carefully massaged his heavy balls and then moved her hand up to stroke his length, rolling the foreskin back and forth.

As Elvis stood there with his eyes closed, softly moaning, she pulled his briefs down to his ankles so she could get a full view of him. She sucked in her breath a little bit at the sight of him standing before her fully exposed. “Wh-wh-what is it?” he asked, and Tia smiled at his sweet nervous stutter. “I’ve just never seen such a beautiful sight,” she said as she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the warm tip of his cock, tasting the salty precum. Elvis smiled at that and guided her toward the couch. Instead of removing her panties, he laid his body on top of hers, humping against her passionately, his bare cock rubbing her clit right through the fabric with each stroke. Tia couldn’t believe how good he could make her feel without even entering inside her. As he continued kissing her and gently rolling one of her nipples between his fingertips, her orgasm caught her completely off guard. She tried to call his name but it stuck in the back of her throat as her legs squeezed around him. Elvis’ body shook as he thrust against her and then pulled back quickly, using his hand to finish himself off on her stomach as she watched in amazement.

“Wow,” Tia whispered as her heart tried to find its normal rhythm again. “That was…something.” Elvis looked at her as he grabbed an extra scarf to wipe off her stomach. “Disappointed?” he asked, only half-joking. “I-I-I know ya probably were expectin’ somethin’ more, but I w-w-wanted to show ya what I enjoy,” he explained nervously. “If it wasn’t enough for ya, ‘m sorry,” he rambled on, and Tia grabbed his hand. “Disappointed?” she asked in surprise. “No, Elvis, I was amazed. That you could make me feel that good just from, I mean without even, well, feel for yourself,” she stumbled over her explanation, moving his hand to the center of her panties, which were soaked with her own sticky cum. Elvis looked a little bit surprised and she added, “I think you underestimate your power to satisfy.”

After they got dressed and Elvis wrapped her in a warm affectionate hug, Tia looked up into his face and said, “Plus, you made me feel good tonight in a way that goes way beyond something sexual. I will remember the magic of this night for the rest of my life.” As Elvis looked down at her, she knew his sweet, sincere, lop-sided grin would be seared into her brain forever.

#elvis #elvis on tour #Elvis x oc #Elvis fan fic #elvis fan fiction #i love this man

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bonkwosher · 2 years ago

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Omggggg I saw you write for Albert wesker and just had to ask, do you take requests???

If you do can you PLEASEEE

do Albert wesker with a reader who is short and does anything and everything to get into trouble?

They are basically a small feral grimlin

A/N: Sounds wonderful lmao, here goes

Pairing(s): Albert Wesker x Short!GN!Reader

Contains: Mentions of Alcohol/Being Drunk

How You First Met Bonus:

You met Wesker at a bar, the only place you could find the man since he spent most of his time at the precinct. He was dragged to a S.T.A.R.S party & was sitting at the bar. You walked up, tired from a long day, & ordered (insert preferred alcoholic drink). He couldn't stop himself from chuckling.

"What?" You asked, a smile slowly growing on your face. "I'm surprised they didn't I.D. you," he joked. "I am not short, I'm taller than you actually!" You retorted, obviously teasing considering the clear height difference. Wesker stood up next to you & your face grew flushed when he towered over you. "You're right, you're clearly taller than me."

Chris stumbled up to the two of you, already a bit drunk. "Heyyyy, Captain. Who's kid is that? How did a child get into a bar???"

"I AM NOT THAT SHORT!" You yelled, causing Wesker to chuckle once more. Chris did a 'dance' of sorts as he made his way to the dance floor. You turned back to Wesker, "Captain?"

"I'm the commander of the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team at RPD," he spoke nonchalantly. "Wait, that is so freaking cool!"

Captain Wesker Moment

Later that night you got Wesker's number & you two hung out quite frequently. The team knew it was a big deal when Wesker announced he'd be leaving early one night.

"Who are you & what have you done with our captain?" Chris joked. "Yeah, Wesker, why are you heading out? You never do," Jill continued. Wesker paused for a minute & adjusted his uniform. "I- erm, have a date tonight." He received relentless teasing for weeks.

The teasing finally stopped when you snuck into the precinct to meet up with Wesker & Chris caught you. Being so small he was able to pick you up by the back of your shirt with ease & carry you to Wesker's office.

"Come in," Wesker called out before Chris walked. "I caught this person breaking in, what should I do?" Wesker looked up, ready to arrest someone, then saw you with a shit-eating grin. He let out an exasperated sigh as you yelled, "NO REGRETS!" Wesker let you stay in his office while he worked. Soon after you stepped out to go to the bathroom. Wesker quickly noticed you hadn't returned & walked outside to see you sitting on Chris' desk & talking to him & Jill.

"I know right, Wesker looks so goofy with his sunglasses inside!" You joked while Jill & Chris froze, "He's right behind me, isn't he?" You turned to see Wesker & burst out laughing, "I was so right!"

Later that day Wesker looked at himself in the mirror & slowly took off the sunglasses, "I don't look goofy."

One day he had to head out on a mission while you were hanging out in his office. You insisted that you should go with him. Wesker pulled you close to him by the wrists, gave you a soft kiss, then handcuffed your right arm to his office chair. "I'm sorry, darling, you cannot come on my mission. See you soon!" The look of pure shock on your face was something he relished in, & his reaction to you being a gremlin was your new favorite thing.

You single-handedly started an office prank war. Some of the worthy mentions of your chaos were you, Chris, & Jill wrapping his whole office for the holidays (& you because quote "I'm the best gift"). You put a fake, remote control rat in his office & he screamed so loud, you were sworn to secrecy. One day, after spending the night at his house, you replaced his work pants with custom-made tearaway pants. You pantsed him the second he closed the door to his office so it was just you two that would know & gave him his actual work pants.

What would Wesker do when you pranked him? Initially, just light chuckles or unamused frowns while he rubbed his forehead. Later on, he would "prank" back. He'd grab you & hang you upside down until you apologized. Handcuffing you to his chair is, by far, his favorite. When you would ask for things like massages after pranking him he would definitely give one good press into your back then stop & leave you complaining. If you were anyone else he'd be an absolute asshole about your pranks.

Evil Man Wesker Moment

A lot of your chaos would involve bullying Excella for having a crush on your boyfriend. Wesker would keep a cold stare on his face when Excella was around to see his reaction but in private he would definitely smile to himself. The only time he'd get upset is if Excella threatened to quit, to which he would make a show in front of her, telling you that you should stop messing with her knowing she'd love every second of it. You know he's only doing it because he needs her scientific mind.

If you try to mess with him now he'll make jabs at you teasingly. You prank him one day, the next morning there is a sesame street, kiddie stool in the kitchen with the note "Thought this would help you while I'm away."

He will never get tired of your snarky comments & pranks, you're one of the few people who dares to challenge him in any sense & it keeps him on his toes. Sometimes when you try to tease him he'll just look deep into your eyes, grab your chin, & tell you he loves you more than anything... effectively making you melt.

#wesker #wesker x reader #albert wesker #albert wesker x you #albert wesker x reader #gender neutral reader #short reader #resident evil #dbd wesker #dead by daylight #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #chris redfield #wesker fanart #stars wesker #resident evil wesker #re5 #resident evil 5 #villain x reader

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pjisskullourful · 16 days ago

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🩸 Victoria × reader

18+ readers only!!🔥 blood-thirsty fuckery, shamelessly smutty& explicit

° Victoria De Angelis/female reader insert

° you are something magic, this ain't what I'm used to, let it consume you || your night at a Måneskin concert leads to a once in a lifetime experience when you catch Victoria's eye [based in england, december 2023]

wordcount:: 8,575

° anon request: mommy domme victoria but as a vampire too picking out reader from crowd and having her sexy ways in the hotel after the show & also inspired by my star anon who is the queen of the hot chicks ° got your own request in mind? send it here! but for more control& priority status hit me up for a commission ° lyrics stolen from måneskin & ashnikko ° 🎧HOT VAMP SHIT playlist to add to your reading experience🦇

° [ITA:] meraviglioso: marvellous - cazzo: fuck

supernatural cocky, do it to me, light me up like a moonbeam

You had been to a lot of concerts before (you had stopped being able to easily keep count a couple of years ago), but you had never been this level of entranced by a performer. You were utterly fascinated, unable to take your eyes off of Victoria De Angelis for more than a second. She was the whole show to you and you studied her every motion.

You had attended a Måneskin concert before and you couldn't remember being this level of obsessed with just the bassist. The videos on your phone from that night had tried to capture all four musicians at once. It had also captured the few rows of people standing between you and the stage.

But tonight you were at the front of the crowd, which had been exhilarating even before the band had taken to the stage. You and your best friend, Nadia, were thrilled that your early arrival had secured you this spot. There was absolutely no one blocking your view as you stood at the barricade, on the left of the stage's front.

Everyone had been screaming when the house lights dimmed and the background music was shut off. But your cheering had gotten even louder when Victoria had come into view, wearing her guitar as she strode to the front of the stage, directly in front of you. You were enamoured by the way her hair flowed and you immediately loved the look of her studded mini-skirt.

You had made a (kind of explicit) sign, specifically for her and you had lifted it above your head straight away. LET ME CALL YOU MUMMY.

Beforehand, you hadn't known if she would understand the intent, or even see the sign. It had been made with a rush of adrenaline, half-joking around with Nadia and seeing how sexual you were willing to get.

You saw Victoria's eyes land on it, and the smile already on her face had gotten bigger. Her eyes had moved down and you thought you saw her wink at you. Your arms had felt numb as you lowered the poster, instantly finding reasons to disbelieve what you had seen from the bass player.

You had taken your eyes off of her during the first song, when someone wearing a lanyard had approached from the other side of the barricade. They stood directly in front of you, making eye contact. It might have been easy to fear that you were going to get a stern talking-to after accidentally doing something troublesome.

“Do you wanna be on stage?” They asked.

You had seen the videos online, you knew exactly what this meant, nodding your head as vigorously as possible. “Fuck yeah!”

“Yes!” Nadia had joined in, extending her arm for one of the wristbands that the staff member was holding.

They had wrapped the paper accessories around your wrist and hers. Over the song, they had given the two of you instructions of where to go and when.

Once they were gone, Nadia had grabbed you, screaming her excitement. This was a rare opportunity given to only about twenty fans per show, it was almost like winning the lottery.

You hadn't been able to think of anything to say back, because your eyes had gotten stuck on Victoria again. You hung on her every confident step and marvelled at the precision of her fingers.

You had never seen somebody so sexy in real life before. Seeing her beauty so many times on a screen, it was easy to assume there was some production magic involved - filters, blurring makeup, flattering lighting and angles, truly the best money could buy.

But as you stared up at her, trying to memorise all of these incredible details, you had seen that she was actually just that gorgeous. There wasn't a single feature that could turn you off. You dedicated more than a respectful amount of seconds looking at the little black love hearts that were pasted to each of her exposed breasts, covering the nipples.

As she had looked in your general direction (was it just wishful thinking that she was looking at you?) recklessly filthy images filled your head. You hardly knew where they had come from, but you were inundated to the point where you could hardly concentrate on anything else. You couldn't help yourself, you were suddenly ravenous for all of it.

You wondered how it would feel to have her lips all over your neck. You had pictured scissoring, desperately rubbing your cunt on hers. You hadn't done that with someone in such a long time, but it was often on your mind, the delights from previous experiences lingering in the deepest part of you. You had imagined how she might look riding your face, rocking her body with more intensity than she showed on stage. Images of worshipping her breasts couldn't be ignored and you had noticed that you felt damp in your panties.

You didn't think you had ever been driven so wild just by looking at someone before. Your libido was out of control. It was like the seduction was already happening, independent of words or touches.

When it was finally time to join the performers on stage, you dropped your sign. You didn't feel brave enough to hold it up to her directly, you didn't know how she would react and that intimidated the Hell out of you. The group of fans began to rush the stage and you followed Nadia up the small staircase.

Victoria was the first band member that you reached, and while other fans spread out across the stage, you got too caught up in staring at her to care about anything else. She met your eye, smiling at you. It was like a magnetic pull and you got closer to her.

There were other fans around her, but no one was taking up the space directly in front of her. Amongst all of the other giddy activity on the stage, you were focused purely on her. The rest of the noise faded down as she focused on you too.

She pointed to the spot in front of her feet, seeming to want you to stand there, even closer. You never dreamed that you would be this close, amazed and pumping with adrenaline.

You were reminded of dancing with someone at a nightclub when she planted her foot in the gap between yours, rocking her body weight toward you. There were a few measly inches between the two of you, just enough space for her to continue playing the guitar.

“Cool kids, they do not use floss…”

As the song began, she moved to the beat, tossing her hair around. She looked so free and happy, you wanted to feel the same way.

Her exposed legs brushed and rubbed against yours. She was smiling as she sang along, just like everyone else on stage. The energy was as incredible as it always looked in the videos - it was certain that no one else was having as much fun as the group on stage.

She looked around at the other close-by fans, sharing her enthusiasm with them. But her eyes always returned to you. It didn’t seem real that she would find you so interesting.

She had propped her foot up onto her tip-toes, raising the leg that was between both of yours. Her dancing saw this leg continuously rubbing on your thighs, even pushing into your crotch every so often. Your movements made your bodies come together with more impact and you were soon filling with tingles.

“I’m a bitch and I have much fun…”

Your mouth was forming the words to this track that you knew so well, but you weren’t paying them any attention. You were too busy marvelling at how dancing with her could feel so intimate. You were obsessed with the spots where you could feel her body pressed on yours.

You licked your lips as your thoughts returned to their earlier depraved track. You imagined other intimate scenarios. You pictured properly grinding on her, with no guitar to block you. You imagined how good it would feel to keep her thigh between your legs.

She looked over your shoulder, momentarily locking eyes with someone or something. Her hand came off of the guitar so that she could gesture in a very specific way. Then she nodded and looked back at you, winking.

Before anything could progress (and it really felt like it could), she took a step back then turned away. She went over to share Damiano’s microphone for a few lines of lyrics.

They were flocked by fans and your clear path to her was gone, now you only caught glimpses of her long hair as she bounced around with the excited group.

It seemed your moment with her was over. You knew there was still fun to be had before the song was through. But there was a pang of disappointment, wishing for more time in her sphere.

You spotted Nadia dancing on the opposite side of the stage, where Thomas was playing his guitar. You made your way over to your friend, who spotted you instantly. She grabbed your hand, pulling you over to dance together, her energy giving you a boost.

The lead guitarist was just as interactive as Victoria, singing with the guests on his stage. But he didn’t have the same effect on you. You smiled when you caught his eye, but you didn’t have the feeling that you absolutely couldn’t look away. Nor did it feel like your legs were about to turn into jelly.

The song had never felt so short and before you knew it, each of the musicians took their exit from the stage. You still had an abundance of enthusiasm, you wanted more. But you were surrounded only by regular people - the spectators rather than the spectacle. There was no more music to listen to.

Casually dressed members of the security team started to gently shepherd everyone off of the stage. You went with the traffic, going back to that staircase with Nadia at your side.

Someone wearing a lanyard approached you, putting themselves in your path. They showed you a friendly smile as you slowed your pace, Nadia doing the same.

“Hey, could you come with me, please?” They requested.

You were confused, glancing at your friend instead of answering immediately. None of the other people from the stage had been singled out like this. But you didn’t have the sense that you were about to be told off for doing something wrong.

“Yes, we will definitely go backstage with you.” She answered without a hint of trepidation.

“Actually, I was only talking to her.” They said, pointing at you.

“Uh, yeah, I can- sure.” You said, you could feel your hopes going up even though you didn’t know what you should be preparing for.

“I gotta be awkward somewhere else.” Nadia said.

She gave your arm a parting squeeze before this staff member started to lead you away from everyone else. Your curiosity was practically overflowing as the entrance to the backstage area got closer.

They pulled back a thick black curtain, revealing an area where there was room to move and perfect lighting. There were people moving around, each wearing identifying lanyards. You had never been somewhere so exclusive before and you made a mental note to not do anything to screw up this experience.

Before you had finished scanning across this large area, you spotted her. Victoria was positioned at one of the available vanity tables, touching up the pigment on her lips. Immediately you got that flurry of butterflies in your tummy again.

And your chaperone started to lead you in her direction. You stopped noticing the details of this expansive room, feeling that sensation of being magnetically drawn to her return.

You caught her eye in the mirror and she turned around, smiling. She extended her hand out toward you and you copied her, eagerly walking faster than the person who had been escorting you.

“Hi again.” You said, placing your hand in hers.

She held it securely, lightly pulling to bring you in as close as you had been on stage. “Hey. I hope you don’t mind me interrupting your night, I just had to tell you how much I love your sign.”

“Oh.” Your cheeks were burning with heat. “I’m glad you liked it, I was worried it could come off as disrespectful.”

“Definitely not.” She said. “It was sexy and it would be even sexier if you meant it.” She had eased herself in closer and she was caressing the back of your hand with her thumb. “Did you really mean it, do you wanna call me Mummy?”

“Yes, I would- who wouldn’t- you’re so amaz- and I have a huge crush on you.” You didn’t know how to articulate the excitement rushing your system.

“And you’re queer?” She asked.

You nodded. “Yes, pansexual.”

“Cool.” She said and she used her free hand to rub your arm. “Are you single?”

“Yes.” You said without hesitation, not slowing yourself down by thinking about Cooper lying in the bed that you shared.

She licked her lips. “Meraviglioso.” She kept both of her hands on you as her eyes relocated to someone else. She gave a purposeful nod and it seemed certain this operation had been practised more than a few times. “I’ve gotta get back on stage for the encore, so my friend Stefano is gonna take care of you for a bit. He’s gonna take you back to my hotel room, where I’ll join you in about an hour. Is that okay with you?”

“Definitely.” You said, you were amazed by how everything was falling into place. Somehow you had stumbled into a perfect scenario.

“Awesome, I’ll see you later.” She said, she lifted your hand up so that she could kiss the back of it, leaving a print of her lipstick there. “Before I get there, you can think about what you want me to call you while you’re calling me Mummy.”

“Yeah, I can do that.” You said.

She squeezed your hand before letting it go. “I’ll see you soon.”

Her eyes lingered on you as she began to move away. You turned around to keep watching her, just as engrossed as ever.

You didn’t mind missing out on the last two songs of the set, you didn’t think that you would be able to concentrate properly. Already your thoughts were racing, strong enough to completely carry you away. Now you had permission to get filthy, there wasn’t any reason to censor yourself or try reining your libido in.

You were still smiling and blushing, even after she had disappeared from sight. This was a high that hadn’t yet reached its peak, it wasn’t about to fade away.

The guy who had brought you backstage, now you knew he was Stefano, approached you again. “Hey, are you ready to go?”

“Definitely.” You replied.

The exclusive space of the green room was left behind as you progressed to somewhere even more exclusive - Victoria’s bedroom. He led you down a staircase and through a door to the much quieter outside. A car was waiting close-by, someone in the driver's seat. Stefano got in the front passenger seat and you got into the back.

Neither he nor the driver tried to strike up a conversation with you, understanding that you weren’t here for them to get to know. There was the possibility of them judging you for agreeing to a one night stand, maybe they found your morals questionable.

But this was a once in a lifetime experience. And the closer you got to it, the more it intoxicated you. It was exceedingly easy to concentrate solely on the positive before you.

You brought your phone out of your bag, finding nine text messages from Nadia waiting for you. She wanted to know what was going on, expressing how mind blown by all of this she was. Then she wanted to coordinate a plan of how the two of you could meet back up.

I don’t really know whats going on. They took me back to talk to Victoria and she asked if I wanted to go back to her hotel. And I said yes?? You typed your response. So now I’m in a car. I’m safe and all, don’t worry about me. But you should probably just head home. And I’ll see you when I see you.

You sent this message, then returned to the main screen of your inbox. Beneath your communication with Nadia, there was a conversation labelled Cooper. You didn’t open this. You told yourself that you didn’t need to tell your boyfriend what was going on. Before leaving for the concert, you had said you would most likely spend the night at Nadia’s place. He wasn’t expecting you to return home, he wouldn’t know that anything out of the ordinary had happened.

Until you could tell him face-to-face. And that was when you would let him know that you had made use of the metaphorical hall pass.

This was an agreement that had been in place for more than half of your relationship. You had agreed that one night stands weren’t cheating, they weren’t grounds for a break up.

It had only been theoretical to you up until tonight. You were sure that he would totally understand your decision once you explained it.

This became your truth and you liked it. You didn’t give it any more thought. Instead your focus and energy went to the incredible once in a lifetime experience you were approaching.

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you do something wicked to me, mystical when you seduce me

You kept waiting for something to go wrong. You were expecting to be told that a mistake had occurred and you had to leave right away, because you should have never been brought here in the first place. Why would someone as extraordinary as Victoria have any interest in you, who was so ordinary? Sitting alone, you couldn’t fight the feeling that this bubble was about to burst.

But then the suite’s door opened and the gorgeous woman came in, promptly sweeping you up in new emotions. You sat forward on the sofa, your heart already starting to race.

She was unaccompanied, instantly shutting out the rest of the world by closing and locking the door. Even though she was no longer dressed for the stage, she was just as eye-catching to you in her baggy jeans.

“My dear…” She said after discarding her shoulder bag. “You’re all I’ve been able to think about.”

You got to your feet as she came toward you. “Yeah, me too.”

She didn’t immediately step into your personal space, the restraint marking a change in behaviour. “I want to be honest about why I had you come back here. No nasty surprises. I’m a vampire.”

You wanted to laugh but the sound didn’t come, instead your throat started to clench. “You’re- what are you- vampi- you must be kidding- I don’t understand.”

She nodded. “It’s a lot to wrap your head around, I get that.” She was looking deeply into your eyes as she picked up your hand to hold in hers. “But you don’t need to panic, I promise that you’re not in any danger. It’s up to you if you stay or go, I won’t hold you against your will.” You had turned your wrist so that you could interlock your fingers with hers. “But if you do choose to stay…

“Any pain that you feel will be vastly out-weighed by the pleasure that I plan to give to you. You’ll feel so good that any hurt will be instantly forgotten. It’s my goal to make you feel good- well, myself, too.” She was smiling as she spoke. “Because I’ve been working so hard on this tour and the travel that goes along with it is so exhausting. Fun, but…

“The point is, I need to feed to refresh myself. I give so much of myself at shows and in interviews and all of the other interactions. So I just wanna be selfish.” Her free hand played with some of your hair. “Will you let me be selfish?”

You had been feeling a sense of warmth as you listened to her, most of your fears were too quiet to be worth noticing. You already knew that you were going to agree to spending the night with her, even if uncertainties lingered right now.

“What exactly do you mean by feed?” You asked.

“Well, even though this is your first meeting with one of us, I’m sure you’ve heard enough about vampires to know that our meal of choice is blood.” She said, starting to subtly nod her head. Without realising, you copied her. “I would bite you to get some little drinks here and there. But I’m not interested in draining you. You will leave this hotel in perfect health, I promise you.”

She released your hand and took a half-step back. “If you don’t believe me, you can leave right now, angel.”

But you didn’t even glance at the door that led to your freedom.

As you looked deeply into her eyes, you felt like from above your head, honey was being poured onto your body. It was smooth and warm, bringing comfort as it covered you.

You looked at her lips and there was only one thing you wanted to do. You rushed to close the gap between the two of you, bringing your hands up to her face. You saw only approval in her eyes, then you shut your own, guiding your lips to hers.

At once you felt her responding, her lips caressing yours so sweetly. You went further into the fantasy with so much excitement, feeling her smooth cheeks beneath your fingers.

She tilted her head, deepening the kiss and you could feel the beginnings of moisture on your lips. At the same time, she wound an arm around your middle, using this to bring your chest flush to hers.

Your desire was poised to spill over. You weren’t trying to feel out any dangerously pointed teeth as you ventured your tongue into her mouth, you just wanted to taste more of her. She put her hand to the back of your head, encouraging you to stay in this intimacy. You could feel an ache between your thighs.

“Mn, Mummy.” You whined against her lips. “I could get addicted to your kisses.”

She lifted up the hem of your dress with her hand under the material. “That's exactly what I want.” She pushed her hips firmly against yours as she secured some more kisses. “I want you to fuck me. Can you do that for me? Just let me lie back while you give me a mind-blowing orgasm that melts all my stress away.”

“I would love to do that for you.” You said.

“Do you know your way around a strap-on?” She asked.

You were nodding your head, even though it had been more than two years since your last time using one. You didn't think it would be terribly difficult to pick the skill back up, especially considering your determination to make her feel good.

“Yeah, I mean- it's not my first time using one.” You said.

“Fuck yeah, I picked the right girl tonight, huh?” She smiled as she came in for more kisses.

She subtly rubbed the front of her body on you as each kiss was quickly followed with another. Her fingers grasped directly onto the skin beneath your dress.

“Get naked for me.” She said, her voice low but stern. “Mummy wants to see her perfect girl properly.”

You started to do it instantly, shedding the dress you had picked out months ago. You didn’t stop until your body was entirely bare, your insecurities not strong enough to slow you down. Her eyes lit up, travelling down your body as she held a hand reassuringly on your side.

She drew you in with a hand on your heated cheek. “You should get to hear me say it again- I want you to fuck me.”

You saw her bright smile for less than a second before her mouth crushed against yours. A series of passionate kisses commenced with her hands exploring across your body. And you were equally greedy, pushing both of your hands under her tank top, feeling at all you could reach.

“Mummy…” You whimpered. “You’re still wearing too many clothes.”

Her hand collided with your uncovered ass, making you gasp and your heart excitedly skipped over a few beats. “That’s not how a good idea gets me to take my clothes off. Do I have to teach you manners?”

You loved the way this changed the atmosphere, adding a tension that hadn’t been present before. It didn’t make you uncomfortable, it was exciting. You understood the role she wanted you to play and you accepted it instantly.

“No, you don’t. I’ll be polite, I’ll be so polite. Please, will you take your clothes off for me?” You asked.

She didn’t spank your ass again, giving it a teasing squeeze instead. Then she took your arm and started walking away from the door, taking you towards the bed. “Do you have any idea how sexy you make that word sound?”

“Which word?” You asked, wearing a proud smile. “Please?”

She hummed happily and gave you a shove, sending you onto the mattress. “Mm-hmm, that’s the one.”

“I’ll say it as many times as you want.” You said, looking up at her with eyes full of admiration.

She had started to undo the fly of her jeans and your interest was instantly secured. Your eyes grew wide, you were enthralled by the sight of her panties. It was a black thong, allowing you to stare at her thighs as she worked the denim down.

“Please.” You said, quieter than before as you yearned to return your hands to her incredible body. “Please, Mummy.”

She smiled and reached for the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up. Your pussy was flooded with heat upon looking at her completely bare chest.

“Did it hurt?” You asked.

She chuckled. “You are not about to use that cheesy old line and ask if it hurt when I fell from Heaven. You’re smart enough to know that I’ve never been near Heaven.”

“No, I wasn’t going to say that at all. I was talking about your nipples. Does it hurt when you take those sticker cover things off?” You asked.

“No, they’re fine. It doesn’t hurt anymore than taking off a pair of false eyelashes does.” She said.

“Oh. ‘Cause I was gonna offer to kiss them better if they were hurting at all…” You said.

She smiled. “Have you been thinking about kissing my tits?”

“More like worshipping them.” You said before any kind of modesty could stop you. You weren’t used to being so bold and shameless with someone you had just met. But there was something about her presence that influenced you to not hold back.

She walked away from the end of the bed, going over to a small collection of suitcases and bags. You watched her open a black case.

“I’m glad you think there’s enough to worship.” She said.

“They’re absolutely perfect to me, Mummy. I would spend hours worshipping them… if you would like that, please.”

She chuckled to herself and draped a few lengths of fabric over her shoulder. “I’m sure we can make some time for that.”

The next thing she pulled out of the suitcase was much more eye-catching - a dildo. The long object was covered in a leopard-print pattern. She held this in one hand as she reached in for another item. Once she had found the bottle of lubricant, she brought everything over to the bed where you waited.

She offered the harness that would fit around your ass and thighs. As you started trying to make sense of the straps and how they connected, she pushed her underwear down.

Her naked body was all of the motivation that you needed. You were inspired to get the belt on as quickly as you could manage. You got each of the buckles secured, the straps snugly fitting around your crotch and thighs. Your heart leapt when her fingers brushed against your skin as she checked a few of the buckles.

“You’re going to look so good on top of me, darling.” She said.

She sat down on the mattress with you. All you could think of was how desperate you were to touch her. But you forced yourself to be patient, not wanting to interrupt her from the process of getting the dildo in place. She fitted the base of the fake-dick into the O-ring that rested over your crotch, a look of concentration in her eyes.

Once the cock was secured, she looked your body up-and-down and her smile widened. “Fucking perfect.”

The way that she immediately kissed you gave her compliment even more impact, adding to the burning desire that wanted to consume you.

She didn’t let her lips part from yours as she started to readjust. You eagerly moved with her, at first turning your body to face a new direction. Then you were following her up the mattress, keeping in rhythm with her thrilling kisses the whole time.

She pulled herself away from you when she found the spot she wanted. She laid down, resting her head on the pillow as she spread her legs. She opened the lube, a very sweet scent of grapes coming forward as she squeezed some of the product into her hand.

She gestured for you to come closer and you moved into the space between her thighs. She started applying the lubricant to the silicone length while her other hand reached beneath it. Your breath immediately caught when you felt her fingers on your cunt, discovering the moisture already collecting at your entrance.

“You haven’t yet told me the things you want me to address you as.” She pointed out, her fingers lazily dragging back-and-forth along your slit.

“I like everything you’ve said so far. But I think I’d like to be called stuff like naughty thing. I like the encouragements and the good girl’s, but you can be less nice to me, too.” You said. “That would turn me on.”

She licked her lips. “I can do that for you, especially while you’re being so naughty, darling.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as she drew her fingers off of your pussy. You felt the way it pulsed, desperate for attention and scorching hot in your anticipation of more.

She hooked one of her fingers under the belt, lightly tugging on it as she used her other hand to gesture for you to come closer. “Come and fuck me, naughty girl.”

You leaned forward, bracing yourself with a hand on the mattress. Her enchanting eyes left yours as she wrapped a hand around the cock. Positioned on your knees, you eased your body closer to hers as she guided the sex toy toward her cunt.

Her moans were a blessing to your ears as she worked the tip between her folds. She rubbed it up-and-down and you watched the expression on her face change.

Her chest swelled around a deep breath as she began burying the cock into her cunt. She consistently took more of the inches, letting almost all of the length inside. She took her hand off of it so that she could grab your bare ass instead, holding with a firm grip.

“Show Mummy how naughty, nasty, filthy you can be.” She said and she prompted shivers to race through your system as she met your gaze again.

You drove your hips closer to hers, making even more of the dick disappear into her pussy. Just as quickly, you rocked your body weight back. Then you charged forward with more power, gaining confidence in your range of movement.

“That’s good.” She encouraged in a husky whisper.

She arched her back and your wide eyes fell to her tits, with their very-erect nipples. She started to move with you, lifting her hips to meet your every thrust. The two of you slipped into a tempo as easily as when you had been dancing together on stage.

“Cazzo, look at that vein on your arm.” She said, eyeing the bicep that was near her head. “That’s gonna make my mouth water…”

Your concentration wavered, your pumping a little less enthusiastic as you wondered what she was about to do. Would you be able to handle it?

She wrapped a leg around your waist, jutting her hips up at the same time. “Uh-uh, you aren’t going to stop fucking me.” She spanked your ass. “Keep going.” You thrusted again, following through with more movements, but this didn’t stop her from slapping your ass repeatedly. “Yes, keep fucking me.

“Keep fucking me…” She trailed off into a wordless whimper.

This sound became muffled as she pressed her face against your arm. There was some worry present, which made your body tense. But you refused to allow it to freeze, keeping your hips in motion.

She kissed all over your forearm, her lips parting at a point about an inch above your elbow. At first you just felt pressure. Then a sharp sensation arose as her fangs penetrated your skin, the pain radiating out.

You groaned but she was immediately louder. She briefly detached her mouth from your arm, freely moaning. There wasn’t any further discomfort as she went back to your flesh. She began to suck at these puncture marks and you were stunned as you mentally told yourself that you had successfully survived your first bite from her vampire teeth. It was an invigorating accomplishment.

You hadn’t been aware of your vigour slipping. But as soon as she struck your ass, you put all of your focus on how you were rolling your hips again. You made sure she could feel your strength as she continued to suck on your arm.

She returned her head to the pillow with a whimper. “You taste amazing. Your blood is just as beautiful as you.”

You inspected the marks that she had left behind. The two small, red holes shone in the light. Blood oozed out, slowly creating a little trail down your arm.

She got your attention by putting her hand to your cheek, redirecting your gaze away from the injury. “See, it’s nothing to be scared over. You trust Mummy more now, don’t you?”

“Yes Mummy, I do.” You said, making her smile with lips that were darker than before.

“Mm-hm. You can worship my tits to calm yourself down, to walk yourself back from all of that silly fear.” She said.

“Thank you, Mummy.” You replied, eagerly nodding.

You made sure to maintain your rhythm, even as you altered your position, bowing your head down to her heaving chest. Your heart was rushing, thrilled to have a target (and a very appealing one, at that) for your raging desires.

You started off simply, kissing one of her stiff nipples. Seeking her approval, you lifted your eyes up to her face as you let your lips part on the next kiss. She was watching you intently, her hand cradling your cheek. You lolled your tongue out, rubbing it all over her nipple with great appreciation. She appeared pleased, continuing to writhe against you, keeping both of you in this delicious motion.

You moved to the other nipple, sucking it into your mouth. You flicked then rolled your tongue against it, keeping up with your rhythm. Now you were aiming for her g-spot, with every rocking of your hips. You dragged your body against hers, getting lost in the passion.

“Fuck. This is exactly what I needed.” She began to match slaps to your ass with her words. “Exactly what I need-ed…”

Her writhing progressed to her own determined thrusting. She matched your pacing, your bodies crashing together with even more power. Her hands went out to her sides, grabbing at the bed sheets as she continued this effort.

You started to feel her outdoing your energy, fucking herself harder than you were prepared for. Your breath grew shallower as it felt like you were playing catch up. You detached your mouth from her, resting your head on her chest as you tried to recover your breath.

But this was a secondary goal. The main thing you cared about was meeting her power with just as much force. You concentrated on making each rut as strong as possible, it didn’t matter if this exhausted you for any other activity.

She let out a prolonged whimper. “Oh, my naughty thing.”

You couldn’t resume your thorough treatment of her breasts, her sudden repositioning compromised your closeness to her chest. She wrapped both of her legs around you, and at the same time she yanked herself up. This allowed her to move on the cock with shorter strokes while keeping it consistently deep.

You wrapped an arm around her. You shifted your weight to your knees as you settled into this altered momentum. She rested her forehead on your chest and you felt her hot breath on your tits.

She leaned on your arm and the new pressure brought your attention to the wound on your arm.

“Victoria?” You began. “Will the biting turn me into a vampire too?” Her hair fell back from her flushed face as she looked up at you. “Like, a venom in your saliva, or something?”

“No, princess. You have to be dead to be turned.” She said. “And as I said earlier: I’m not a danger to you.”

You nodded as you stared into her eyes, and you believed her. You immediately put the issue out of your mind.

“Can I have another drink? I need to taste more.” She said.

“Yes.” You replied and you were so pleased by the smile this brought to her face.

She was still rutting herself on the cock as she took her mouth to your tits. The bite didn’t come straight away. First, she explored the tops of your breasts with sweet kisses.

The kisses started to linger a little longer, then you were feeling her tongue as she let her lips part.

It was a little less surprising and scary when you felt her teeth breaking your skin this time. The pain seared and demanded your attention as she penetrated your breast at a point that your bra could hide later. You knew this pain wasn’t forever, enduring it with some deep breaths.

She detached for a moment. This was followed by the feeling of just her lips on you, covering this tender area in kisses. She whimpered as she started to suck.

All the while she was still swinging her hips up into you. The motions and the sounds were glorious, registering in your already-aching pussy. You loved being included in the rhythm, thrilled even though you knew this wouldn’t lead to your climax.

“Fuck…” She panted, pulling back a little. You saw the hints of dark red on her lips and it felt dangerous. “I want that taste on my tongue as I come.”

“Yes, Mummy.”

Her rhythm was unrelenting, all of her energy going into chasing her orgasm. You got so caught up in all of her shamelessly erotic sounds that you stopped feeling the pain from your new wound rather quickly. You were fascinated by the way the passion was changing her, noticing every slight change in her facial expression and savouring the ones you had never seen before.

She was experiencing it all so visibly that you thought you would know the exact second that she started to come, it would be so obvious. You wondered what was prompting each reaction. And from there, you could easily imagine what it would be like to experience such pleasure for yourself.

Her face became hidden from you when she concluded her next pump forward by pushing all of herself against you. She rested her head on your shoulder once your chests had come together.

You held her tightly as she proactively bounced in your lap. Her excited whines were muffled by your shoulder, which she was soon bringing pain to. She sank her fangs into the skin, bringing more blood into her mouth.

She sucked ferociously, until some jolts through her body seemed to surprise her. Her multi-tasking skills were somewhat compromised and she just rested her lips on your skin as her hips excitedly stuttered forward. Between whimpers, she licked up more blood. But her focus was clearly set on the reckless tempo of her hips.

Something inside of her snapped and you felt her chest expand against yours, while the rest of her body stilled. Her crazed energy had reached its conclusion. You stopped moving as well, suddenly aware of how short of breath you were.

She gave your shoulder some kisses and licks, before starting to lift her head. Her face was flushed with colour and her smile was even more beautiful now, seeming to sparkle.

She sat up, leaning less of her body weight on you as she draped her arms around your neck. “You really are a naughty thing, huh? The way you just made Mummy go fuckin’ feral like that…”

“I’m really happy I could make you feel so good.” You said as you rubbed your hands up-and-down her back.

“You did.” She said before softly kissing you. “Every single second of it was so good.” She kissed you a few more times and you got hints of the sharp taste of your own blood. “And now you see for yourself that the feeding isn’t a really big deal, right? It helps you trust me more, doesn’t it?”

“It does.” You said as soon as she left a pause for you to answer.

She kissed you, more deeply this time. You sensed that fractions of her energy were coming back as her mouth lingered on yours. The foreign taste of blood hardly affected your enjoyment of this intimate exchange.

“You’re so sexy.” You murmured against her lips. “Getting to see all of that was so beautiful. It’s gonna be a long time before I can stop thinking about it.”

“You really liked it, huh?” She asked and you instantly nodded your head. “Did watching me make you…” She licked her lips and grinned. “...wet?”

You nodded again. “Yes Mummy, so wet.”

“How about we take that toy off of your body and you can show me?” You offered.

She planted one more kiss on your lips before starting to climb out of your lap. She left the toy phallus behind, its surface covered in the slick from her pussy. She helped you remove the harness and tossed it aside without a care. Then she laid down, resting her head on the pillow as she continued to smile at you.

She curled onto her side a little and smoothed out the bedsheets in front of her. “Come and lay with me, pretty girl.”

You laid down in this available space, resting on your back. You could feel your body buzzing with so much energy, lust that needed to be used. Your pussy felt incredibly hot.

She played with your hair a little as she leaned in closer. Her eyes moved to your mouth and you felt your heart flutter. In the next second, she was kissing you and you let it take your breath away. You rushed to keep up with her.

Her tongue eased into your mouth as she started to trail her hand down the front of your body. It felt like you were made of kindling, and it would take just one movement to set everything ablaze. But which movement would that be?

She didn’t hesitate to reach her hand down beneath your waistline, confident in what she was doing as her fingers glided onto your mound. At the same time, she swirled her tongue in your mouth, exploring you with hunger.

Her hand moved lower, cupping your cunt. Against your labia majora, she applied pressure with her fingers. She moved the digits in little waves, an intimate massage. This was matched by the way she rolled her tongue against the roof of your mouth. It was a dreamy combination and you wrapped an arm around her, wanting to keep her so close.

She gradually rubbed her way lower, getting closer to your entrance. Then she extended a finger and went straight for it. Your hand gripped her tighter as she started to move her finger along your slit. Wet noises accompanied her tender stroking up-and-down.

Your heart was properly racing now and you widened the space between your thighs. This was the beginning of something spectacular, and you trusted her to know how to get you to the conclusion.

She added a bit of pressure without actually penetrating yet. You enjoyed the warmth from being worked up like this. Her tempo was so enticing and more blood rapidly flowed into this area.

She drew her tongue back from your mouth. “Princess, my princess…”

She moved her finger a little faster, facing no resistance from your pussy. She gave your lower lip some sucks. As these drew on, you detected a hint of her pointed teeth, moving against your lip. But the wonderful treatment of your pussy dominated your attention and kept you from developing any worries.

She started to kiss her way down from your lips. You heard your shaky breaths, they really weren’t going to help you fill your lungs again. She moved from your face to your throat, slowly appreciating the skin as she went. Her kisses lingered on one particular spot.

Her fingers tensed and began to sink inside. At once you were gripped by conflicting sensations because she was creating new wounds in the side of your throat. The intensity was more than you had been prepared for and it immediately overwhelmed you. You weren’t strong enough to resist it and you couldn’t help getting lost momentarily.

You desperately gasped for air, trying to ride out the pain. A weakness came into your knees as she also accelerated the pleasure, pumping her finger into you.

Your body writhed and you wondered if this was more than you could take. But you pushed yourself into her, craving for all of it to go on.

The pain deflated some as she pulled her fangs out of your flesh. With a moan, she pushed her tongue up to the small holes. Your skin throbbed in response to this pressure. It felt as hot and swollen as your cunt.

Between your inner-walls, she had added another finger. She pumped them at a consistent tempo, prompting desperate whines from you. You tilted your pelvis, letting her move deeper.

She drew the tender spot on your throat into her mouth again, starting to suck. The taste inspired her to drive her fingers harder and you felt your mind go blissfully blank.

She positioned her hand so that every pound of her fingers could end with her palm smacking into your clit. This started quakes through you. You squirmed, the excitement building up to an irreversible level. You were needing the climax, starting to move your hips in accordance to her speed.

She moved away from your neck, repositioning in a way that made your arm slip from around her. Now you grabbed for the pillow to help brace yourself.

You opened your eyes when you felt the bed shifting with her weight. You saw her placing herself over your legs, her eyes fixed on the target of your pussy. You were tingling with anticipation as you got flat on your back, keeping your legs apart.

Your blood was visible on her lips as she settled herself and looked up at you. She put her hands to the tops of your thighs and started to lower her head. She maintained eye contact with you as she applied her tongue to your pussy. She lapped up, moving along your slit.

“Mummy…” You breathed as the swell of pleasure grew even stronger.

She licked again-and-again, pushing a little harder each time. You started to push her hair back from her face, gathering it into your hand so that your view of her wouldn’t be compromised. You were obsessed with what you were saying.

“I’m not even a little surprised that this part of you tastes amazing too.” She said, making you feel slightly bashful.

Next, she returned her wet fingers to your cunt, the two digits swallowed by your quim at once. Your body tensed as she established her rhythm again.

When she attached her mouth to your clitoris, you felt the sensitivities sharply increase. They got a little intimidating as they became all-consuming. Your head fell back to the pillow and your mouth gaped open when she started kissing the hood.

This progressed to her working her tongue in endless circles. You grew even more receptive to the tempo of her fingers and you knew the release was getting closer.

“Ah, Victoria…” You vocalised a choked sob. “That feels so, so good. You- you’re gonna make me cuh-...” The air disappeared from your lungs when she sucked the hood of your clit into her mouth. This increase of the glorious intensity brought strangled, desperate noises from you.

You had no choice but to entirely surrender when she began to curl her fingers. With a few more moments of those fingers jackhammering, she had you crying out louder than ever.

Then you reached your release. It was so grand that you didn’t just see stars, you were seeing explosions. And you felt them, as well.

She separated from you and you let your body go limp on the bed. You were gripped by uncontrollable shudders as the extremes very slowly released their hold on you.

“Pretty girl…” She soothed as you felt her start to stroke your hair. “That was incredible.”

You watched her lay down beside you, your satisfaction was mirrored back to you with the look on her face. She got comfortable and continued playing gently with your hair.

“I can’t believe all of that just happened.” You said. You thought it would be days until this feeling of total awe wore off. “And all because of my stupid sign.”

“Your sign wasn’t stupid, it was sexy. They showed me a pic of it before the show…” She said, and you remembered being approached by a photographer while everyone had been waiting for the concert’s start. They had approached other fans who carried posters, taking photos of more than just your message.

“And it really got my attention, so I told them to make sure you got a wristband for the stage, because I wanted to see what your vibe was like.” She explained.

Your eyes had grown wide and you raised a hand up to your cheek. “Oh my God, I was so close to not bringing it at all.”

“Why?”

“I thought it would be unwanted…” You said.

“You should listen to your gut more, ‘cause look what it got you tonight.” She said. “You shouldn't waste your life denying what you want. Now, are you the big or little spoon?”

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existslikepristin · 1 year ago

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This is completely unrelated to the fic I was working on last week, and also unrelated to... anything else I've ever written. It was almost just a joke between me and @buddysmut ... but then I wrote more than I thought I would (buddysmut has 100% permission to steal this and any concepts/phrases/etc in this due to basically suggesting it, btw). This is 0% effort, 0% editing, and 0% giving a shit. So, enjoy?

Tags: Gfriend, Sowon, another "anonymous" character, trashy porn script, TECHNICALLY no smut despite deepthroat and titty play... nah saying it isn't smut feels like the wrong call to make for legal reasons, this is very bad smut

Sowon sat on her grubby couch, reading the only script her agency could get her. "What the fuck? Dammit, I can't do this! This is... Dammit!"

Open scene on Sowon in security line at an airport.

[Officer] "Ma'am, please lift your arms above your head."

[Sowon] Complies. Her cropped tank top is short enough that the action reveals her areola. Linger on underboob shot as Officer slowly demands for Sowon's name and bra size.

[Officer] "Ma'am, you're going to need to come with me to the pat down inspection area."

[Officer] Roughly grabs Sowon by the arm to drag her to an open area, within full view of the rest of the security line. Informs the crowd that they will need to wait for the inspection before proceeding.

[Officer] "Ma'am, are you carrying any weapons?"

[Sowon] "No, officer! I promise!"

[Sowon] Squeezes boobs defensively.

[Officer] "Don't lie to me, bitch! These are too big to be natural!"

[Officer] Pulls Sowon's hands away. Angrily gropes Sowon's boobs. Linger on groping shot.

"What the fuck?! They can't even follow a logical plot... Why do I care?!"

[Officer] Pats Sowon down very slowly.

[Note] Jiggle boobs as much as possible.

[Officer] "We'll need to strip search you. Remove your top, bitch!"

[Sowon] Complies.

[Note] Squeeze boobs with tank top while removing. Allow to drop and bounce.

[Officer] Lifts, separates, bounces Sowon's boobs. Linger on all shots.

[Note] Crowd extras are taking pictures in the background.

[Officer] "Impossible! These feel natural! I'll need to taste them to make sure."

[Officer] Licks, sucks Sowon's boobs. Linger on all shots.

"If they want to linger on every shot, why do they need to keep saying it?! Fucking idiot perverts!"

[Sowon] "Officer, please! I promise I don't have any weapons!"

[Officer] "Don't talk back, bitch! What are you? Drunk? High?"

[Sowon] "No!"

[Officer] Covers Sowon's mouth.

[Officer] "I said not to talk back, whore! Get on your knees for a breathalyzer test!"

[Sowon] Complies.

[Officer] Presses dildo to Sowon's lips.

[Note] Do not use the small dildo again. Ratings fell dramatically last time. Dildo must be thirty centimeters long to leave room for handling, flexible, and at minimum four centimeters in girth.

[Officer] "Open wide!"

[Sowon] Complies hesitantly.

[Officer] Inserts dildo until visible through Sowon's neck.

[Sowon] Gags.

Sowon held a hand over throat, gulping with fear. "No... no way..."

[Officer] Thrusts dildo for a few seconds at a time, occasionally releasing so that Sowon may cough throat slime onto her boobs. Spreads throat slime over Sowon's boobs.

[Officer] "I can't get a good reading if you resist, slut! Comply with my instructions!"

[Sowon] Masturbates with a hand in her shorts.

"That... Nothing like that was in the contract!" Sowon threw the script onto the couch. Her phone buzzed insistently.

"What do you want?!" she shouted into the microphone at her agent.

"Where the hell are you?!" came the equally emphatic response, "Filming starts in half an hour, and you need makeup, now!"

"Half an...! The shoot isn't until Friday!"

"Exactly! What day do you think it is? Get down here now! If you're late, I'm not sucking off the director for you again! You're doing it!"

Sowon hung up and sprung off the couch, rushing downstairs and onto the street. She caught a taxi and was on her way. Timing was tight, but if the makeup artists were fast, she'd be good. She shuddered to imagine what her members would think of her if they knew she was taking a trashy porno gig to make ends meet. Her phone buzzed again, briefly this time.

A group text from Yerin to all of the members, along with a picture. It was a selfie, with Yerin dressed up as an airport security officer, winking into the camera, on a set Sowon had seen very, very recently.

got an acting gig baby! dunno who my costar is gonna be but i get to pump her up if you know what im sayin!

Sowon buried her face in her hands, suddenly feeling sick. "Shit..."

#gfriend smut #sowon #kpop smut #fanfic

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4am-enha · 2 years ago

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late summer lovin’

description: you desperately want to spend your last summer here in town with your friends, only to find out almost all of them are away on vacation. that is, all of them but heeseung. the one friend you’d never really been that close with.

pairing: heeseung x gn reader (fluff, non idol)

wc: ≈ 1.5k

warnings&tags: lowercase intended, didn’t proofread, teensy angst?, kissing under stars, spending summer with heeseung, friends to kinda lovers, short one shot, pool scene, kinda shy and awkward hee, fluff, gender neutral reader, self insert, y/n.

note: this is the first time im releasing a lowercase and barely proofread work simply because i just didn’t have the time, but i wanted to get this small idea out! hopefully you guys still like it. :)

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it was the last summer you’d have in this town before you had to move away for college. you had just graduated and were feeling freer than you ever had before. you decided that nothing was going to stop you from enjoying this summer and that you’d enjoy it to the fullest.

what a better way to spend this summer than with your closest friends? but almost all of your friends were away for the summer on vacation with their families.

except heeseung. the one you were the least close to.

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it was the last summer you’d have here in this old familiar town before you had to move away for college. you had just graduated and were feeling freer than you ever had felt before. no more restrictions and limits. just finally time to enjoy the world around you.

time. you finally had time. it’s the one thing you had been craving for the entirety of your just gone school year.

you decided that nothing was going to stop you from enjoying this summer and that you’d spend every moment of it to the fullest. you’d do things that made you uncomfortable just to get out of your zone, try new things, and just enjoy it all.

what a better way to spend this summer than with your closest friends? to you, there was no better way. so that’s exactly what you wanted to do.

however a boundary quickly came your way. almost all of your friends were working or just too busy to do the things you wanted to do, and if they weren’t busy they were away for the summer on vacation with their families.

except heeseung.

within your whole friend group, heeseung was the one you were the least close to. you had met each other through your mutual friends a year ago, but had only ever talked and hung out when everyone else was there.

recently, your friend group had gone on a trip to the capital for a day since it was just a few hours drive away. you had all spent the day together, the majority of it crammed up in the back of jays car. you were stuck in the middle, squished between jungwon and heeseung. at first it was awkward as you could physically feel your sides up against them, but if you were being honest, being crammed up like that only brought you and heeseung closer that day- physically and emotionally.

you spent the long car journey talking and joking since you were sat next to each other. it quickly started getting more comfortable between the two of you. so comfortable, that on the way home you and heeseung had fell asleep with your heads leaning on each other- to which you were painfully reminded of it every second after you had woken up to your friend jake teasing the pair of you, and showing you the pictures he had taken while you were asleep.

after that day, you and heeseung had been texting each other more often.

now, just a month later, you were the only two of your friends that were left in town for the summer.

you impulsively decided to try and make some plans with heeseung, since you’d rather spend time with him than waste the summer away alone. even if it was awkward.

to your surprise, he agreed with no hesitation.

this was the first time you would hang out together, just the two of you. of course, at first it was awkward as hell.

it was a simple summer day, simple plans, nothing too out there. you and heeseung had decided to go to the local pool because the hot sunny temperature was ridiculous to be out in.

if heeseung was being honest, he was so nervous about hanging out, he had over prepared before he got there. it was as if he was going on a date- which he wasn’t. he struggled to think of conversation to make with you for a while. though, he eventually forgot about how anxious he was as he saw you having fun and laughing at his random jokes he had cracked out of nerves.

he couldn’t help but pay more attention to your smile than usual. maybe it was just the way the sun reflected off the pool water onto your face, but it was pretty on you, and your laugh was addicting to listen to. that was the real reason he was being extra funny today.

he shook it off and decided to just splash you with the water. maybe it would rinse away whatever he was feeling right now looking at you.

as time went on, the sun hid behind clouds and sudden shade loomed over the pool. it got a bit chilly; it was relieving for those who weren’t in the water- which was now getting significantly colder. you started to visibly shiver. heeseung immediately noticed and swam over to you.

“y/n, are you okay?” he was concerned.

“yeah, it just got a bit cold,” you complained.

“here,” heeseung grabbed onto you, pulling you closer to him, his arms wrapped around your waist, your legs wrapped around his own waist. he carried you slowly through the water, leading you to the ladder.

“let’s get out now before you get hypothermia or something.”

and so you did both get out, but now you felt a lot warmer, and not because of the towel heeseung was sweetly wrapping you in, but because your love language was acts of service and for some reason what he had just done hit a soft spot in you momentarily. it had been physically the closest you’d ever been to him.

after you had both finished getting changed separately, you decided to go out and eat. the food was definitely needed after such a long swim.

heeseung watched you eat quite passionately and let out a soft giggle.

you looked at him and paused, quite offended, “what?”

“you look like a little chipmunk right now,” he ruffled your hair.

“ew? are you trying to give me the ick?” you rolled your eyes.

“calm down alvin,” heeseung mumbled under his breath, causing you two to bicker for a while.

that evening as you lay in your bed, you could only help but think of the day you had spent with heeseung. you stared at your ceiling with a smile. hanging out with heeseung alone wasn’t that bad, in fact you kind of enjoyed it more than when you were both with your other friends. you pulled out your phone and shot him a message.

let’s do it again tomorrow?

how about we just spend the entire summer together?

and you both held yourselves to that. many burning days went by of a similar manner, laughs, jokes, blushing, unintended flirting. quality time spent together, just getting to know one another more and more. you enjoyed each other’s company. it felt right. maybe you were destined to be best friends this whole time.

you spent the summer going to each other’s places, watching movies, cooking and baking together, dancing around, playing video games, self care nights, stargazing, cloud watching, going to the pool, going on food runs, doing shopping fashion shows, just being around each other.

you grew inseparable, the most iconic duo of the summer.

you were glad summer was going how you had wanted it to. you enjoyed each day so much, you had forgotten how fast it would end.

on your final night in town, you and heeseung had gone on one last night drive. the night felt so surreal. it didn’t feel like the last night you’d be here like this.

you watched out the car window, breeze brushing your face, the prominent smell of night (if that made sense). you and heeseung just sat in silence with music playing, embracing the nostalgic kinda vibe moment. it felt like those scenes in coming of age movies you watched.

before heeseung pulled up to your house for the final time, he decided to take the long way home- stopping in a random parking lot.

you didn’t question it, in fact you actually didn’t mind at all. you wanted as much time as you could get with him left. you’d grown so attached to his presence, you weren’t quite sure how you were going to deal without it now.

the movers had already been and taken all your stuff, so it was more entertaining to be out of the house anyway, and you didn’t really feel like going back.

heeseung looked over to you, “i just want to thank you. because of you i’ve had the best summer there could’ve been.”

“don’t thank me,” you began, “thank you for agreeing to spend it with me. i’m glad we spoke more individually.”

you both smiled and sat quietly again for a while, music humming quietly from the car radio.

“oh look at the stars!” he explained excitedly, pointing to the window.

“do you think that one is a constellation?” you pointed as well, joining in.

“maybe,” heeseung laughed “that one kind of looks angry.”

“how can a star look angry?”

heeseung shrugged and looked at you.

you snorted, “you’re stupid.”

he smiled.

“i’m gonna miss this,” you finally admitted, avoiding eye contact.

silence. it was silent for a moment. it made you look at him again, wondering why he had not said anything at all.

he was already looking at you, actually looking kind of sad and conflicted. he said nothing still. you blushed slightly from the long eye contact.

that’s when something changed. the moment that if you would have told yourself from a few months ago about, you’d laugh at yourself. no way would that happen. but it did. heeseung reached over to you, pulling you in by the chin, and he had impulsively kissed you.

that definitely took you by surprise, but who were you to complain?

heeseung had pulled back and hesitated for a moment, worried that he had forgotten to ask first. you pulled him back in almost instantly, because something in you had secretly been wanting this for a while now.

you hadn’t told him, but over the time that you had spent together you began to develop some strong romantic feelings.

little did you know, so had heeseung.

you had both kept it from each other because of the simple fact you were moving away and starting anything serious now would be problematic. neither of you would believe the other would ever like you back anyway. how wrong you both were.

you had always raved on about how happy you’d be to leave this small town behind, but now you had something special attached to it.

part of you felt disappointed and angry that you had left it so late to finally get close like this. it felt like you had wasted so much time- but how could you have known what special connection awaited between you? this was never planned, but then again the most precious things never were.

heeseung couldn’t take it anymore.

if he was going to confess at all, he would confess now, even through just a small action- because he felt like he was losing you tonight. he wasn’t sure when he’d see you again and he knew he would regret it if he didn’t act now. everything in him urged him to be close to you, protect you, hold you, kiss you, but he couldn’t tell you in words. he felt selfish for it, knowing you’d be gone tomorrow.

“i’ll miss this too,” heeseung finally said through a short pause, immediately meeting your lips again and holding you tight under the stars.

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