#it's been a while so I don't really like how it's turned out anymore

[nabi-unveiled]

I've struggled with what to write about Heesu in Class 2.

Opinions have been polarized, and I know that whatever I write isn't going to resonate with at least half of the people that I follow and respect. It helped that I wasn't going into this blind. I knew it wasn't a typical BL. I had read a LOT of commentary in the past couple of weeks.

Many people who wanted the source material didn't get what they wanted/needed. I can understand that. While I typically like it when adaptations twist and build on source material, I have had the experience where I was incredibly disappointed in an adaptation. I Hear the Sunspot -> I'm talking to you. When you hold something near and dear to your heart, it hurts when you don't recognize it anymore. Especially if the adaptation removed the things that you valued and loved.

But I hadn't read the source material on this one so that wasn't a factor for me. I do plan to read it now that I've watched the show. I will probably keep the two as completely different entities in my brain. Based on people's reactions, that feels like the best move forward.

Many people who DIDN'T read the source material also didn't get what they wanted/needed. They might view it as homophobic or disrespectful of serious issues. Or it may never have connected with them emotionally. But my world is VERY homophobic so this felt very real to me. It connected emotionally and it hit HARD...at least in certain scenes.

My feelings are too raw to really discuss the show analytically. I'll talk pacing, visuals, astronomy metaphors and all that once I finish up my astronomy project for work. I'll try to approach it objectively when I write up the analysis of individual episodes. There is a lot to dive into on that score - some positive, some negative, some neutral.

However, right now, in this moment? I can't even think about how I would "rate" this show. I'm too busy having big feels after the finale. Because while it may not have been a "BL" by many people's standards, it was definitely queer. And that counts for something. I'm no high schooler - I turn forty in a little over a week - but it scraped my open wounds and made them bleed. Honestly, episode 11 of Your Sky did that to me too. I just kept my posts private on that one, because this feels like serving myself up for judgment. I might regret this post.

I tried during my two hour walk last night to figure out what I could say. Every take I tried got personal fast. I can't separate it. And in the end, I've decided to not even try.

So is this post meta analysis? No.

Is this post a critique or analytical evaluation of the show? No.

Is this an endorsement of the show? No.

Heck. Half of this post probably isn't about the show at all.

It feels weird to say since many people around me call me a robot or unfeeling, but this post is pure emotion for me. It's probably oversharing. Just like whether a show is popular or not, I don't have a gauge for that. I'm the person that will spend two weeks talking to almost no one outside of my children/husband, but then spend three hours discussing all things garlic with some random person I never met previously. That's Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo's fault. I don't really have an in between mode. I'm silent, or I don't shut up.

Warning: This got long. No surprise there. Also, in case it is a trigger for you, religion and sexuality are intertwined throughout this post and it touches on themes of coming out.

Anonymous Inbox Warning: If you read this post and come into my inbox to worry about my "mental health" or "recommend therapy" or anything similar, I'm just going to delete it. Therapy is great. I'm aware. I highly recommend and advocate for it. That is not the point here.

But after watching Heesu, here are the things stuck in my brain.

I envied Heesu and Seungwon.

Was it hard for them? Yes. Were they struggling due to things that are unfair and that I wish weren't true of society? Yes. Will they continue to struggle? Unfortunately, yes. But they're figuring themselves out and are coming to terms with their identity in high school. There's something to be said for that.

Thanks to neurodivergence and my conservative, religious upbringing, I didn't figure myself out until I was already married and had my first child. Both in terms of sexuality and my personal religious beliefs, I was in my mid to late 20s before I figured things out.

Because for many, many years I just thought I was evil and morally bankrupt. After all, I really enjoyed Cruel Intentions and I really really thought it would be a whole lot of fun to make out with Watts in the garage (Some Kind of Wonderful). @dribs-and-drabbles I loved that they were one of your ships. But I could never ship it. Keith didn't deserve her. She was mine.

But this was a problem, because I was taught that sex was the root of all evil. Even heterosexual sex. And to have such perverse desires meant something was morally and drastically wrong with you. Stupid purity culture swamp.

I decided that if I tried hard enough and studied enough, that I'd figure out how to fix my broken brain. After all, there were ways to overcome my broken hearing. There were ways to overcome my broken empathy meter. There were ways to overcome my attention issues and the chaos of my brain. Surely, there was a fix for that part of me that really liked thinking about the Olsen twins and Taylor Hanson too.

I'm fine with being called "stubborn", "argumentative", "weird", "scary" and the dozens of other not quite positive adjectives I hear about myself. I mean this with full sincerity -> it doesn't bother me. I get called plenty of positive things too. And one man's "stubborn", is another person's "independent". But I didn't want to be evil. So I tried. I really did.

It took me a long time to accept that I wasn't actually broken or morally bankrupt. It took me a long time to figure out the problem was as @babyangelsky put it that desire was considered a swamp to begin with. I'm still hoping my person accepts that one day too.

So yes, I'm incredibly happy for Heesu and Seungwon that they figured all of that out in high school. I hope this show, BLs in general and changes in society as a whole help teenagers get there much faster than me. I'm sure a smartphone or internet resources like we have today would've helped.

I felt relieved when Heesu figured out that there was someone in his world who wouldn't judge him.

Even as I deconstructed religiously and embraced my sexuality, I never worried about my (younger) brother's reaction. I always knew he'd be in my corner. He was a musical theater major. He's kissed men as part of his shows (our family doesn't know that), and he had already deconstructed (they also don't know that). He figured things out much faster than me. He listens to me talk about BLs and all of my fun dilemmas with them. We have never directly talked about my (or his) sexuality though. Sex is not something easily discussed in our family. Plus, we're still siblings. I really don't want to think of him in that way.

But I know he has my back. And that has meant everything over the years.

However, my brother lives 5 hours away. I get to talk to him only a couple of times a month (if that). He's not the people that surround me on the daily. And the people that surround me? They WILL judge. Strike that. They DO judge - everyone and everything. Openly and loudly. I live in a very close knit, very conservative, very religious family and community. It wasn't my intention to stay, but words left unsaid mean I married someone who talks a lot about traveling and seeing the world but never intended to see it.

And nine days out of ten, that's okay. I love our home that he built with his own hands, our hikes through the woods, our gaming sessions, and our "fun" times too 😉. But that tenth day when I take a break from work, stop doing the laundry or packing the kids' lunchboxes and really think about everything? It's rough.

For a very long time, I kept all of my thoughts on religion and sexuality completely secret while being swallowed alive by my black hole. I tried to convince myself that it didn't matter. But when I found that one person in my daily circle who I realized would accept me? It was a miracle. It changed everything. I eventually found a few. I'm forever grateful for those former coworkers.

It's insane how much lighter it feels when you remove the load by "just one person", and how much strength you gain when you realize that you are not really alone in your thinking. In funny things (to me), they weren't surprised. "I thought that was a given. It's pretty obvious."

Over the years, the Tumblr community has been another light for me. Even when I was lurking. Just knowing that there were people out there who'd have no problem with my kinky thoughts went a very long way. So that scene for Heesu, when he realized Seungwon wouldn't judge him - I felt it in my bones.

The tennis court scene in the finale with Chan Young/Heesu pains me...for both of them.

And I'm still standing on it.

I can't judge this scene objectively within the narrative. It got too personal so most of what I say about this scene will have very little to do with Heesu/Chan Young's actual relationship. Again, this isn't meta. This is emotion.

I had a strong negative reaction to Chan Young in episode 1. This was followed by a humorous bit of time with @lurkingshan when my brother pointed out that he was a lot like my husband all the way down to him being a competitive tennis player in high school. I didn't expect just HOW far that analogy might go though.

Because just like Heesu, I started by coming clean with my Chan Young. Difference being that my Chan Young is my friend, lover, and other half.

So this line...

I've heard it. I took YEARS to come completely clean precisely because I knew it was going to hurt him so very deeply. I tried to soften the blow. I tried to lead up to it in small steps. But it didn't help.

Side note: @my-rose-tinted-glasses By our standards for Min Jun from Business as Usual, this might make me the bad guy. It's probably why I am trying so hard to forgive him. I haven't got there with him yet. Ghosting feels different to me. Min Jun essentially left the court.

This line...

I've heard it too. It was wrapped in language about moral corruption and rebelling against religious rules just because I disagreed with them. But the gist was the same. Choosing myself is being selfish. I've just decided I'm okay with that. That I'm worth being selfish about. If I have to be my own biggest fan, so be it.

But this one...

It's the reason that I can't analyze this scene objectively (yet). Because it's true. I destroyed my husband's whole world and vision of our life together by my confession. In gaming terms, it was a headshot. In the show, Chan Young now has to reframe everything that he thought was a part of their relationship and decide where to go from here. It's not an easy task.

When I liveblogged Let Free the Curse, I said I wasn't going to touch Juyeong's cross necklace and how he removed it to be with Dohoe. That I couldn't deal with it. This is why. As @respectthepetty pointed out in their Let Free the Curse commentary, that cross is heavy for my Juyeong and it's not a fun place for me. I've put the person I love in a place where they have to choose every single day whether to put on that necklace that they VALUE and BELIEVE in or choose to embrace me, the person they love, who is also the sinner on the road to hell. It's tearing them apart and robbing them of their joy. And while I'm no longer being sucked into my personal black hole, I now get a courtside seat to all of their pain. I created a rift in their universe.

So while many people are understandably upset that Heesu is apologizing in this scene.

I didn't see it as apologizing for being queer.

I saw it as apologizing for hurting the person they love and care about. For being a source of pain. And yes, there IS a difference.

Because yes, I struggled with my identity for years. But I'm not sorry that I now understand myself, and I'm not going to trap myself in a glass room. I will not apologize for being myself. However, on that 10th day, when everything gets a bit too real for us both, I get to hear the tears at night from my person. And I am really sorry that I'm the cause of them. I really wish I wasn't.

So I'll forgive him if he hits a tennis ball at me from time to time. I'll dodge most of them. The ones that connect WILL hurt. But he's hurting too, and it's going to take time for him to put that racquet down.

We've been on this court for a very long time as he decides what to do about that cross necklace. But it took me a long time to put us on the court in the first place.

I'm really hoping we get here one day.

For both of our sakes. I really hope we do. But we may not.

For now, I'm just glad that we're both refusing to leave the court on that tenth day. Because the other nine days are still a blast.

I'll try to watch the scene with the actual narrative in mind next time.

It broke my heart when Seungwon's mom asked him what she should do.

It WRECKED me like no other scene if I'm being honest. Even worse than the tennis court scene.

Why? Because I don't want to hurt my kids. I don't want to end up on my bad mothers list. I'm trying to figure it all out, but it's tricky. I had a similar conversation to this one with my two older children just a few weeks ago. Unlike the tennis court, this is relatively new territory for me. They're just now getting old enough to understand. For context, I'm not really "out" by most people's standards within the larger community. I'd like my Chan Young to stop hitting balls at me before I move forward in that regard. I'd really like to have him by my side if I take on our community and the rest of our families. So for now I wait as he ponders what he's supposed to do.

But I haven't kept my thoughts on things or my reality from my kids in the meantime. They know my beliefs and where I stand. They are even aware that I blog and watch BL. They laughed at me quite a bit during the emoji tag game as I tried to figure out the coffin in @dramalove247 's set. They thought it meant vampire by the way.

Six days out of seven, it doesn't really impact them much at all. But on that seventh day, they're getting very mixed messages from the adults in their life. The one that says all the things we grew up with. And the one (me) that constantly says choose kindness, choose people, choose yourself, screw purity, screw normal, screw the rules.

The mixed messages will impact them. It does confuse them. And as much as I'd like to, I can't shelter them from that without lying about who I am and what I believe. But I also can't protect them from all of the ugliness in the world.

So when my braveheart that always speaks his mind asked a few weeks ago if I ever thought about just telling everyone. I responded very similarly to Seungwon's mom here. "I can do that. Do you really want me to? Just think about what would happen." It took him all of about 15 seconds. "It would be bad. Real bad. Yeah, don't do that."

So I'll stay silent and evade...for now. I'll stop when their answer changes or if, like Seungwon, they or another kid in the community needs me to flip the table for them so they can proudly embrace their own identity. Their needs are my priority when it comes to the larger community.

In the meantime, I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure they feel loved and supported for who they are. We watched Star Trek during our family movie night the other month, and when we got to this scene...

my oldest laughed. "Mom. That sounds like something you would say."

That feels like a win in my book.

And if Heesu in Class 2 makes even one queer kid have hope that they'll be accepted or gives them the courage to step into the light in a world that's not a BL bubble, then that's a win in my book too.

No matter where I end up rating it once I can approach it more objectively.

[rekino2114]

So, ever since the reveal that "Death" was actually the real Fami... How about Asking out and First Date with Fami, like the one you did with (Death) Fami? I loved the Fami part in your babysitting fic, so a backstory to how she met her boyfriend would be nice, and to see if it changed her goal to "save" humanity now that she's with the love of her life

First meeting with fami

Pairing:(famine devil) fami x male reader

A/n:I kinda changed the request from a first date to a first meeting because I had this ideas, I hope you still like it and please let me know if you do since I've seen the other requests

*squish*

The last ant in line died quickly, painlessly like every other time fami had "saved" something, she cleaned her blood soaked fingers against her school uniform and looked down again, disappointed to see that it was the last ant that she was going to save today

She sighed and sat on the ground not concerned about the dirt getting on her skirt and started thinking about what her older sister had told her the night prior

"Find love, that's my advice"

Fami slightly gritted her teeth at the memory and started thinking out loud

"Find love? What's that supposed to mean? And I can't even save humanity anymore? Am I supposed to just abandon my goal because she had a change of heart?"

She looked at her own reflection in the puddle that had formed because of the rain and saw that she had started crying without even realizing it, but she was used to this at that point

"...........I really am useless"

She sighed again and got up, dusting her skirt and starting to walk away from the courtyard but she was stopped by someone tapping her shoulder

"Sorry may I talk to you for a bit?"

She turned around and blushed intensely once she saw who was talking to her

Fami hadn't been on earth for long, but out of all of the humans she had seen while she was there, the man behind her was definitely the most handsome one

"O-oh w-what is it?"

"I saw you were here and wanted to talk to you, the way the other students were treating you just sucks and you seem lonely......n-no offense"

"N-no it's fine"

"I'm y/n by the way"

You held out your hand to her but she just stood there creating an embarrassing moment

"N-not one for handshakes? OK"

"Fami"

"Hm?"

"Please call me fami"

"Oh OK, that's a unique name, I like it"

Like almost everything you had said, somehow that too managed to make fami blush

"T-thanks"

"You want to take a walk?'

"Huh?"

"There's a park nearby, I don't want you to stay here all alone"

For some reason something deep within fami told her to answer affirmatively, that would become one of the best decision she had ever taken

"......ok, I'd like that"

"Great!"

You started to lead her to the park, and in the meantime the sun had started to set making for a beautiful sunset scenery

"So you're a transfer student right? Where are you from?"

Fami couldn't exactly say "from hell" so she just stayed silent thinking about an answer

"It's fine if you don't wanna tell me, am I being too intrusive?"

"N-no t-totally not I'm.....just like this"

"That's fine, by the way I can show you around town if you want"

".......why?"

"Didn't I already tell you? I don't like seeing you alone, I don't know if this makes sense but you give me the vibe like you need someone"

"......someone?"

"Like someone to talk to, maybe a friend"

"................"

"......o-oh sorry, I'm really being intrusive now aren't I? I'll leave if you want"

"......can we talk over there?"

Fami pointed at a bench nearby

"Sure"

You two sat on opposite ends and started looking at the nature

"It's really beautiful"

"What?"

"Life, it's sights like this that make getting out worth it, look at all the bees on the flowers, the sun is beautiful too"

She looked around and saw all that you were describing, even if she didn't particularly find the appeal

"Y-yeah"

"So what do you wanna talk about?"

"......what do you think makes life worth living?"

"Hm?"

"This world is full of tragedies, heartbreak, war and many other cruel things that humanity has to suffer.....wouldn't it be better to just save them from all of this suffering?"

".....wow.....that's a pretty deep conversation for a first date"

Fami turned towards you and blushed again both because of what you said and because she felt embarrassed bringing up such a topic

"O-oh s-sorry i-i didn't know why I said that.....W-WAIT FIRST DA-"

"I think it's meeting new people"

"......Eh?"

"Humanity has the beautiful power to connect to one another, they form bonds that can last forever.....I genuinely think meeting people and forming bonds is what life is about"

"........what do you mean?"

"Even if life sucks for you there is at least one person who cares about you and wants to help you......I'm sure that everyone has at least one person who loves them and I think that's beautiful"

Love. There it was that word again, the word that had caused her to have that dilemma she was discussing with you, even she didn't know why.....but she wanted to know more about it

"Love......have you ever felt it?"

"I think every human has at some point"

"And how does it feel like?"

".......it's hard to explain....but I'd say it's when you have the purest bond you could have with a person....it's when you feel like you could have everything you ever wanted but if the person you love wasn't there you still wouldn't be happy"

"....so love makes you happy?"

"It's more than that, it's feeling at peace with someone, like you could tell them everything without being embarrassed, like you would do anything to make them happy, it's a need to protect them to love them......it's smiling just because you're near them, it's being happy for no reason just because they're happy"

"..............."

"It's changing completely and being willing to let that person change you for the better"

That sentence hit her in the heart and made her ask herself even more questions. Is this what had happened to her sisters? Were they changed by love too? Was a human emotion capable of changing a devil and making them abandon their goals just to be with that person? And more importantly what was that weird warmth in her stomach? It felt.....nice.....and for some reason it made her feel like she could tell you anything, she didn't care if there was a chance of you figuring out she wasn't human just talking with you felt right, like she agreed with everything you said even if went against her entire existence and goals up until now

"Is love....truly such a beautiful feeling?"

"I think it's the best in the world"

"..........I....I think I understand now"

"I'm glad I'm happy I could help you with your dilemma"

You glanced at your watch and gasped seeing the hour

"Oh crap I'm late, my parents are gonna be so mad, sorry fami but I gotta go, talking to you made me lose track of time, it was great though"

"Y-you're leaving?"

For some reason you leaving her alone felt wrong to fami. She wanted to talk to you more, to stay with you more, maybe to hold hands while she talked about whatever came to mind, maybe hold each other to keep you warm, she wanted to laugh with you and for you to wipe her constant tears she didn't know why all these thoughts were flooding her mind but she couldn't care less, they all felt so right.....being near you felt so right....she didn't want you to leave her

"W-wait!"

She held your arm with both of her hands to try and stop you from leaving tears now fully streaming from her eyes

"Hm? What's wrong fami?"

Right now she was touching you. She could have drained your life and saved you from suffering, she could have completed her goal of saving another human from this cruel world..........

"I really.....want to talk to you again"

But she didn't

"Really?"

"Y-yes please! Sorry if I'm pushy but I really really want to see you again.....talking with you....being with you.....it feels really good"

Now it was your turn to blush at her words but you brushed it off quickly and smiled

"Of course, I'm your classmate anyway plus we're friends now"

"....f-friends?"

"Yep! Talking with you feels great too, so we can see each other as much as you'd like"

".......i-i'd like that......a lot"

"You look so cute when you smile"

"H-huh!?"

Fami now realized she was blushing and smiling

"You cry a lot, not that I mind but are you sure you're alright?"

"Y-yeah i-it's just something that happens"

"Here"

She saw you holding a packet of tissues out to her

"N-no please I don't need-"

"Take this as a sign of our friendship"

"W-what?"

"I'm giving you my tissues without expecting them back so you can use them how much you want. I want you to remember that I'm here for you even if not physically"

"........y/n......"

"I can tell you need someone to understand you and comfort you.......and I'm willing to be that person.....so it was nice to meet you see you tomorrow!"

"O-oh y-yeah see you!"

Seeing you walk away made her tear up a bit, but she quickly wiped the water with her new tissues, she put the packet near her chest and smiled brightly

She didn't fully understand what happened to her that day but she knew that the man she had just met would change her life forever this was the first time she had willingly chosen to let a human live and refused to save them. All because she wanted to stay with you, to talk to you more being responsible for your death made her feel sadder than usual and if what you said was true than she would have felt the same "saving" any other human

She sighed and put the tissues in her pockets, making sure not to mess up or crush what was now one of her most prized possessions

Walking down the path of stone, she realized night had fallen and the moon was fully out......it was beautiful....truly breathtaking, looking at it made her want to tear up but she controlled herself to not use up all of her tissues on the first day she got them

She thought about all of the things death had said to her the night before and smiled brightly

"I think.......I found love"

[n0v4t33z]

Bittersweet Goodbye

Pairings: Capt. Hongjoong X Female Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: Pirate AU, Romance, Angst

Trigger Warnings: Language containing Violence, Mentions death

Author's Note 💌: Hi! It's been a while since I wrote something! (Sorry!) But I do want to put something out bc I honestly really like this short piece bc I wrote this when I was really doubting my skills as a writer and at a time in my life where I also began to feel like I no longer belonged anywhere. So I wrote this to kind of cope with my feelings using what was familiar to me at the time so I used The Piece of Eight universe as a way to make sense of my feelings. So let this be known this is not canon these are just my feelings. So take it as just another Pirateez short story! Finally, i know it's been almost a whole year since I last posted something but if you stuck around I love you so much and I'm happy you decided to stay! Anyway as always please be kind and enjoy this! Thank you for your support it means more than I can put into words. - N 🌙

Minors Do Not Interact!!

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I slowly stir awake and sit up, Iook out the small window in my room and realize it was dark out. When I look around my room and notice the candle burnt out meaning it was time to go. I didn't even realize how quick time passed. Everyone should be asleep right now or at least not really paying attention too much to anything going on on the deck and if I leave now i’ll be able to make it to the eastern port by day break. I fight the urge to fall back asleep but I forcefully hoist myself up. I quickly dress up and only take a few items in my backpack, including the preserved finger of Commander Masaki, his royal collar, my journal and the hourglass that Hongjoong gifted me along with a few changes of clothes.

 Once I step outside I slowly and quietly climb down from my room and start to make my way across the deck trying to keep my boots from making too much noise. Everything was now beginning to settle including my emotions. A big knot grows in my throat until my eyes begin to flood with tears while I silently cry trying to keep my sniffles at bay. “y/n? Where are you going?” 

A familiar gentle voice asks, his hand grabs onto my shoulder causing me to abruptly halt. When I quietly turn back I see Seonghwa looking back at me looking worried. I look forward again not wanting to meet his eyes while I wipe my tear filled eyes “I’m leaving.” Seonghwa pulls me towards him and clears the stray hairs from my face trying to look into my teary eyes “What? Did something happen?” 

I shake my head silently and look down at the ground, again not being able to meet his dark eyes momentarily. Seonghwa gently pats my shoulder “y/n?” He asks, his pitch a little higher than before. I glance back up again, only this time just focusing on the golden button of his blazer “I don’t know, I think my time here is up. I think I should move on, I just don't fit in. You know? The running away from the royal militaries and being in people’s hit list for their big pay day. I don’t think it’s something I want to do anymore.”

 Seonghwa furrows his eyebrows “y/n…Why?” I shrug looking down at his hand holding mine then he pulls me back towards the Captain’s Quarters “No.. You’re talking to Hongjoong about this, you’re not doing this to us..” I try to pull away but Seonghwa’s grip remains strong easily pulling me towards Hongjoong’s quarters and barging into his quiet abode.

 Annoyed, Hongjoong looks up at Seonghwa “You could have at least knocked instead of almost breaking my door- Wait, what’s going on? Why’s she crying?” Seonghwa pulls me in Hongjoong’s direction and gently pushes me towards him “She says she’s leaving..”

 Hongjoong looks over at me in disbelief “Wait- Why? Did something happen? Do I need to get onto someone?” I shake my head holding back tears again, seeing Hongjoong now actually makes me leaving hurt alot more. “Speak.. Use your words y/n..” Hongjoong utters slightly impatient while he sets his quill onto his desk. I let out a long sigh and bow my head “I’m leaving The Piece of Eight Captain.”

 The room becomes still and silent, something that till this day always unnerves me. Especially coming from Hongjoong. A few seconds later I hear his chair drag against the wooden floor and then slow creaking noises coming from the wooden floor boards as he makes his way closer to me. Gently, Hongjoong raises my gaze up to his with his fingertips and gives me a solemn expression. “Your reason?” Unable to blink back tears I begin to cry “I'm leaving because I think I should move on, I don't belong here anymore.” 

For a few moments Hongjoong stays silent as if he was waiting for me to keep adding to the list until he finally says “Is that it?” I glance at his long golden earring for a moment to ground myself then I nod. Hongjoong gently wipes away my tears and gives me a faint smile “First of all, you most certainly do belong here my dear, you always have and you always will.” My bottom lip slightly trembles “No. I don't, it doesn't feel like it. At least not anymore, this just feels foreign.” Hongjoong furrows his eyebrows “What makes you say such a thing?” I shrug “I don’t know, everything feels different now. Almost like all of this has become bigger than us, it no longer feels like it once did in the beginning. You're different, you're not the Hongjoong I once knew.”

 Hongjoong stares at me with confusion grazing his tired features “What are you trying to get at y/n..” I let out a short sigh and clench both my hands in frustration “My days as your assassin are over Hongjoong.. I’ve lost my grandfather and since then everything has gone down hill. I’ve struggled to feel like this is my true home now, ever since you became the Pirate KIng The Piece of Eight has changed… We no longer just want to help those who are oppressed by their kingdoms and militaries but we now control them and use them as some sort of brainwashed militia. All these people at your disposal just isn’t like you Hongjoong.. None of you actually.”

 I turn to a taken aback Seonghwa whom only manages to stare back at me wide eyed and shocked. “We haven’t changed y/n, we’ve only gained resources.” Hongjoong turns my face back to meet his “And what we’ve gained has only made us the most powerful band of pirates that has ever existed, all thanks to you my dear. You kept your promise in helping me become the Pirate King, these are the benefits you should be reaping.”

 I shake my head and tear up again “Captain, you’re not understanding me.. We’re not the once small and humble band of pirates that stole from the rich and gave back to the poor.. We’ve become what we’ve been fighting all these years. A whole fleshed out military.” Hongjoong chuckles “y/n sweets, we’re not a military. We’re just an expanded band of pirates.” I groan in frustration and cover my face with my hands “I can’t anymore Hongjoong. I’m done, you can stay as the Pirate King and Seonghwa as your stunning and ever powerful right hand man but I’m done. I can’t do this anymore, you guys are becoming something so overwhelmingly colossal that it just doesn’t feel like home anymore..It’s not us.” 

I frustratedly turn in Seonghwa’s direction so that I can open the door but before I’m able to walk away Hongjoong turns me back around and pulls me into his arms. The scent of his expensive perfumed oils engulfs me while his hand adorned by the most expensive rings gently cradles the back of my head. “How can I convince you to stay? Hm?” I gently hold onto the sleeve of Hongjoong’s deep red silk robe and try to hold back the tears that never seemed to end “I’m sorry Captain, but I’m afraid my mind has been set”

 Hongjoong squeezes me a little tighter and lets out a sigh “Please don't go..Please” His words cause my stomach to drop causing me to hold him a bit tighter. “There's plenty of talented assassins and mercenaries at your disposal now. There's no job they can't do. You won't miss me, I promise you that.” I pull away only for him to pull me in tightly again not wanting to let go “But they aren't you.. You're the only one who I will allow to hold my life in their hands.”

 I bite my bottom lip to stop an incoming sob then I pull away from Hongjoong and carefully step away. “They aren’t me but they’re certainly much better than I, you’re not at a loss without me Captain. If anything i’m sure you’ll have a lot more to gain with the proper man power-” Hongjoong takes my hand and laces his fingers between mine “You said you would stay.. You promised me y/n” I shake my head “I said I would stay until you became the Pirate King.. And that’s what you are now, so my work here is done. You no longer need me.”

 His grip becomes tight “You swore your loyalty to me, you can’t just leave me..” I squeeze back his hand gently trying to sooth his anger tinged tone “I get that, but as my close friend you have to respect my decision.. Just how I've respected your decisions. I promise you I won’t swear under anyone else, I just want to go somewhere I call home and unfortunately this is no longer it.” 

Hongjoong deeply gazes into my eyes for a moment, his eyes show an overwhelming amount of sadness and heartbreak, something that for the most part he’s always tried to hide. He slowly leans in and rests his forehead against mine, his hand cradling the back of my head “y/n please.. Don’t do this to me. I promise you won't have to kill anyone anymore, just stay by my side.”

 I nervously swallow feeling his warm breath, his gaze and the smell of rum on his breath making me dizzy. Was he always able to make me feel this flustered? “Ca- I mean, Hongjoong.. I'm telling you this as someone who deeply cares about you so forgive me but I can't. I'm no longer happy here, I feel like an outsider and I no longer fit in here. Thank you so much for everything, my freedom, the vengeance for my people. Everything. I love you my Captain, my heart will forever be with you. My heart will forever belong to those seas we conquered together.” 

His hand moves from the back of my head to my cheek and gently wipes away my tears. Without breaking his gaze he gives me a forced smile then gently kisses my forehead “You are not an outsider my dear, at least Seonghwa, the rest of the crew and I don't see it that way. You’ll always be welcomed here whether I’m here or not. Whether this kingdom you, my dear crew, and I have created falls. You’ll always be welcomed here, because to me this will always be your home.”

 I blink at how sudden his mind changed… Maybe he wanted me to be honest? I chuckle nervously and step back gently holding onto his hand “I’m sure there’s a militia belonging to The Piece of Eight back in Eledonia, if you ever miss me I’m sure they’ll tell you how I'm doing.”  Hongjoong smirks “I promise you I’ll go see you myself when I miss you.” I raise my eyebrow “I’m sure that’ll probably be in half a decade but sure.”

 Hongjoong shakes his head “Not at all, I miss you even now.” My face heats up and I awkwardly scoff “Okay Hongjoong no need to keep messing with me like that. You're funny.” He chuckles then clears a stray hair from my face “I’m not, I really do hope to see you again.” I let out a dry laugh trying to disguise my imminent tears again “Yeah, um… So is that a yes? Am I free to go?” Hongjoong deeply stares at me, his expression is a mixture of being conflicted and sad until he suddenly turns to Seonghwa and nods “Let her go. She’ll find her way back to me one day.” 

Seonghwa presses his lips together slightly teary eyed and nods  “Yes Captain.” Seonghwa steps aside silently watching me for a moment. Once I approach the door I notice Seonghwa’s hand hesitantly reach for me only for him to pull away. Seeing this, I turn to him and pull him into a quick hug “Thank you for everything.” Seonghwa holds me tight resting his chin on top of my head “Please, make sure you get plenty of sleep or you’ll get sick.” I quietly nod in his arms, when he pulls away, he gives me a forced smile.

 “It’s cold at night, wear your jacket you know you get cold-” Hongjoong interjects an emotional Seonghwa. “Seonghwa..” He looks over at Hongjoong and nods slightly teary eyed. He reaches over to me and pats my head goodbye “Goodbye y/n.”

 I painstakingly force a smile and gently pat his arm in return and step out, quietly closing the door behind me so as not to announce my departure. Once I’m a good distance away from the port where our ship is stationed I can see The Piece Of Eight’s proud flag gently swaying in the cool October sky. Then, it was a symbol of freedom and justice, now it’s a bittersweet symbol of everything I loved and protected.

 A Heavy knot grows in my throat again and my eyes flood with tears. Was this the right decision? I feel horrible for bailing out on Hongjoong and the rest of the crew like this but that pain was getting unbearable. 

I couldn’t stand being something I’m not, I don’t like having underlings to fight battles I can easily take on myself, nor will I brainwash innocent people to fight the rich. In a normal circumstance, leaving my belonging band of pirates would have ultimately condemned me to become blacklisted and more than likely executed. So I’m still surprised Hongjoong didn’t execute me right then and there. 

I guess he still has hope of me returning some day, what a silly man. One thing about Hongjoong is that the man can dream. Unfortunately to see something that you know and love be reduced to nothing but what you were fighting against right from the beginning really makes you question everything. 

It doesn’t take away that I’m happy for him and the crew but how is it possible it all changed like this? I get change is good sometimes but this time around it changed them as a whole. It feels like a whole new set of people with hints of who they once were. 

Is this what comes with getting older and wiser? You learn to see things for what they really are despite how they make you feel? Even then, I hope I can find somewhere to call “home” again someday.

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[turquoisephoenix]

You know how the Mario world seems predisposed to having characters be twins? You know how I said that I see Grubba as Tubba Blubba's uncle, not his father...?

Meet Tuber Blubba, Grubba's identical twin brother. Although they don't really look all that much like twins anymore since Grubba has been keeping himself young and healthy with an incredibly good workout routine that isn't suspicious or monstrous at all.

There wasn't always a rift between these two. They were two happy little peas in a pod until their parents both suddenly died while they were in their teens and left them the family farm in the will, only for the Rougeport banks to come a-knockin' at their door threatening to seize that lovely little patch of land over unpaid taxes and mortgages. Tuber, never much of a fighter, suggested that they cut their losses and move to the Mushroom Kingdom. Grubba, more headstrong and stubborn than his brother, had a wacky scheme - he would compete in a famous Rougeport fighting tournament and use his newfound star power to win back the farm and save the day.

And things seemed to work out for Grubba! He became a star fighter, won back the family farm and turned it into a gorgeous (and tacky) mansion with a swimming pool, and is now rich and famous and beloved by all as he runs a popular fighting ring in the clouds. Meanwhile, Tuber just kinda settled down near the Forever Forest, married another vegetable farmer, and had a big son that gets bullied a lot by the local Boos.

So why does it seem like there's something terribly wrong with his brother...?

[justnatoka]

Can I pleaseeeee have some Lost Boysxafab reader where she’s friends with them and her shithead bf breaks up with her over the phone and they comfort her and she realizes she’s been missing the signals they’ve been giving her that they like her for like sooooo long? Thankies 🩷🩷

Wrong place, right time

Poly! Lost Boys x Fem! Reader

A/n: YES YES YES! I love this idea! Thank you for sending in this request! I had a bit of a hard time with writing it at first, not gonna lie. There was just so many directions I could have gone with it. But I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 3.6k

Warning: shithead manipulative ex-boyfriend, lots of fluff and hurt/comfort

Summary: After your boyfriend breaks up with you over the phone, you seek comfort in the company of your four close friends. And you realize that maybe you've been missing some signals this whole time.

You should have listened when people told you he was not a good guy, should have seen the warning signs. After all, he made it no secret when he found another girl attractive, his eyes wandering, sometimes his hands too. You should have left him earlier, were so close to it so many times. But he was able to sweettalk you back to him every time.

He was nothing if not attractive; a natural charmer with looks that many would kill for and the ability to wrap people around his finger with just a few words. His teachers in school loved him, his friends (and admirers) would do anything he said, and of course, girls would flock to him, excited with just the prospect of being in his orbit in the hopes of catching a glance or a smile from him. He took advantage of it too. Even before everything, you already knew that he was a player. He would date girls for a while, then toss them aside for another pretty face.

He could get anyone he wanted. And when he made the decision that he wanted you for some reason, you stood no chance. He weaved you into his web, fed into your delusion that it would be different with you, that you could change him, that you would matter more to him than all the others did.

After the two of you started dating, you accompanied him to every house party, every bonfire night on the beach, every hangout on the boardwalk. He walked around proudly with you hanging on his arm, showing you off. At the time you couldn't be happier. You though he really cared.

Turns out, you were nothing more than eyecandy, a pretty thing he can flaunt, drinking in all the praise of what a hot couple you were, how good you looked together. He enjoyed that you would run to him in a heartbeat when he called, reveled in your attention and affection. You would have done anything for him, and he knew that.

You only just now started to realize that it was always about control with him. You were a pretty pawn that he could boss around, use you as he pleased, and you would thank him for it. That was the level of hold he had on you. But the fact that you started to see it didn't mean that his words hurt any less.

They still echoed in your ears, that nonchalant "We're over". Your brain didn't even take it in at first, your hand gripping the house phone anxiously as you told him to repeat it.

"What are you not getting? I don't want to be with you anymore."

You felt like you've been slapped across the face.

"But why? Did I do something? Did I make you upset?" Your voice was growing slightly desperate. "If I did, then I'm so sorry."

He sighed, sounding more annoyed than anything.

"You didn't do anything. I'm just bored of you."

That was it. He ended it that easily. You had no idea if he said anything else, didn't register when he cut the line. For a long time, you just sat there in your kitchen, gripping the phone in your hand. All you felt was a great emptiness, like he hollowed you out before throwing you aside. In a manner of speaking, that's exactly what he did.

That's where the boys found you, after climbing through an open window no doubt. You flinched when there was knocking at the kitchen door, and turned to see all four of them standing there. As soon as they took in your state, their mood shifted.

Paul was the first to come over and kneel in front of you, his hands cupping your cheeks, his fingers wiping away the silent tears you didn't even realize started falling at some point.

"Ssh, what's wrong, pretty girl?" he cooed, his face full of concern.

"H-he broke up with me," you hiccupped, your eyes filling with fresh tears.

You heard cussing, and just as you looked up, Marko was on his way to turn around and leave, his fists clenching in anger. He would have left right then and there to hunt down your ex, had it not been for Dwayne's hand coming down on his shoulder. Marko whipped around to glare at him, but Dwayne's next words made him pause.

"She needs us."

They stared at each other for another long moment before Marko ended their little standoff, joining Paul on the floor in front of you. He took your hands in his, and with the most serious expression you've ever seen on him said,

"If you ever need me to knock his teeth out, just say the word."

Despite the burning ache you still felt in your chest, a watery chuckle escaped your lips.

"Thanks, Marko, I'll keep that in mind."

"I say good riddance," David added from his position leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed and a small smirk on his face. But you knew him enough to see the quietly simmering anger just under the surface. "You can do a lot better than him."

They didn't like the guy from the moment you started talking to him. They made no secret of it either, but they tolerated him enough not to scoff every time you talked to them about where you went and what you did together. That's one of the reasons why you never properly introduced them to each other. That, and the fact that you ex didn't like it when you talked to or about other boys. That should have been another red flag.

What you didn't know was how many times they talked about getting rid of the guy, how many times they were close to actually doing it. They held little brainstorming sessions sometimes when the mood got high, sitting by a bonfire or lounging around the cave, coming up with more and more creative ways to kill him off. It was so satisfying to imagine his lights go out while screaming in agony. Their favourite was kidnapping him and throwing him off Hudson's Bluff. A simple but great solution to their problems.

They've heard enough about the guy to know that this relationship could only end one way, with you getting hurt. And they didn't want that for their precious girl. It enraged them that you were with this piece of shit when you deserved so much better. Because there was something else behind their distaste for him, something they've only talked about in quiet moments between the four of them.

Even now, as you made tea for everyone in an effort to distract your mind and pull yourself together, there were things going on in the background that you didn't notice in your emotional state. You failed to see the glances they exchanged behind your back, eyes burning with words of an unspoken conversation. You didn't notice Paul's pleading, Marko's insistence, Dwayne's calm reasoning, nor David's stubborn resistance. It wasn't time yet, no matter how much the more impulsive members of the group tried to argue. You were too raw, too vulnerable. What you needed right now was their strength, their stable presence to hold onto amongst the chaotic waves of emotions. Their time will come.

So they jumped into action.

You let them guide you to the living room with gentle words and gentler hands, where they sat you down on the couch with a box of tissues and your tea. Then they searched through the house, grabbing every fluffy blanket and soft pillow they could find, piling them around you until you were comfortably snuggled into a colorful little nest.

Their hearts ached as they watched you curled in on yourself, nursing your mug between your hands as you quietly sniffled, your eyes red from crying. You looked so small and fragile, so unlike your usually happy and bright self.

So while they were working on setting everything up, they each offered you small signs of comfort in their own way. Dwayne giving you a gentle pat on the top of your head every time he passed you, Marko bursting out a joke after plopping down another armful of pillows on the floor, Paul arranging and rearranging everything around you to make sure you were snug and comfortable, David wiping away silent tears as they inevitable started falling again and again.

After the living room was filled with every soft fabric they could find, they made their way to the kitchen. After a few minutes, Marko reappeared, the delicious buttery smell of popcorn following him through the door as he handed you a fresh mug of tea, snatching the empty one from your hands with a fond smile. He was quick to come back, trailing after Paul who held up a big tub of ice cream with a triumphant grin.

"Lookie what I found!"

Despite your miserable state, your face brightened a little bit at the prospect of ice cream, and the two of them were practically glowing when they saw it. Paul plopped down next to you, handing you a spoon with a wink as he pulled off the lid, digging in eagerly with his own. While the two of you shared your sweet treat, Marko booted up the TV, pulling out the tape of your favourite horror movie from the pile with the casual familiarity of someone who's done this many times before. Dwayne and David walked in with the popcorn just as the opening credits started rolling, and they all settled down – Dwayne taking your other side on the couch, prompting Marko to throw himself sulking into one of the armchairs, David taking up the other one.

It wasn't long before movie watching turned into chaos, like everything did when it came to these boys. Paul was throwing popcorn into Marko's mouth with surprising accuracy, which quickly dissolved into the two of them throwing popcorn at each other. Sitting next to Paul, you got caught up in the shooting zone and you scooted closer to Dwayne, seeking escape in his arms, giggling while trying to evade any stray shots. David kept commenting on the movie, about the dumb decisions the characters were making, his sarcastic jibes making you chuckle.

Before you knew it, you completely forgot about everything: the breakup, your now ex-boyfriend, the anger, the hollowness that seemed so strong in those first few moments. The boys exchanged silent glances as they watched you slowly brightening up, the tear tracks drying on your face. They knew that this was temporary and that probably there will be moments when the sadness took hold of you again, but for now, they were satisfied to see your smile return.

At some point Dwayne stole Paul's spoon, and the tub of ice cream migrated from between you and Paul to between you and Dwayne, causing the blond to whine and complain.

"Here, you can have some," you replied playfully and swiped some on his face, bursting into giggles at his expression.

He grinned to himself as he wiped it down and licked it off his hand.

"You know, pretty girl, I could kiss you when you're teasing me like that."

"What?"

"What?"

Everyone froze. The movie continued playing in the background, forgotten as you stared at Paul, who stared right back at you, his expression equally as surprised as yours.

Something shifted then, the air in the living room charged with tension as you faintly registered all the boys glaring at Paul, like he said something he shouldn't have.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath.

You suddenly felt like your throat was closing up, but you forced the words out of your mouth.

"What did you mean by that?"

Now everyone's attention turned to you; the boys seizing you up cautiously, their gazes searching your face for any sign of how you felt about this sudden revelation.

Paul didn't dare say anything more, looking to David for guidance on what to do now. After a moment, their leader let out a long sigh, and as his eyes met yours, what you found there confused you even more. Hesitation, doubt, then resignation. You've never seen him like that, and frankly, it scared you a little bit.

Not being able to bear the tense anticipation anymore you blurted out again, this time directing your question at David.

"What did he mean by that?"

You could see him fighting with himself a moment longer, before he let out another sigh, and when he looked at you next, the intensity of his gaze knocked the breath out of you.

"He meant exactly what he said, sweetheart."

Your heartrate sped up at the new pet name, and also at how casually it rolled off his tongue, like he's been calling you that for a long time. Maybe in his head he has.

"I don't understand," you said, your voice quiet, hesitant to believe what you thought this all meant.

"We love you, sugar," Marko finally said it out loud.

It felt like a collective weight has been lifted from the room. Like these few words have been a burden they've been carrying for a long time, and now that they finally said it, they were suddenly light as a feather.

"You do?" you asked softly, looking from one boy to the next. "All of you?"

"We do. Have been for a long time," Dwayne's reply rumbled in his chest that you were still leaning against. Now you looked up at him, and what you found in his eyes was nothing but sincerity and fondness so deep it made your heart skip a beat.

For a long moment you just stared at nothing, your mind reeling, trying to take it all in. You thought back to all your previous interactions with the boys, to the years you've known each other. You saw everything in a new light now. All the little touches, the lingering looks, the compliments, the fact that they've always been there for you no matter what, always protecting you and doing everything they could to make you happy. They've been by your side not just physically, but emotionally in ways your ex has never done.

You thought back to the night you told them this popular boy asked you out and you said yes, how their eyes flashed, the disdain clear on their faces as they tried to talk you out of dating him. It wasn't just because they knew he would hurt you, it was because they were jealous, because they wanted it to be them who walked around the boardwalk with you on their arm, showing you off.

The reality of it all overwhelmed you.

"Wow," you whispered, "I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, not right now," David replied, his voice steady and full of reassurance. "This isn't exactly how we wanted to tell you either," he sent a half-hearted glare Paul's way, who shrunk under his gaze.

Then he pulled himself together and tentatively took your hands in his.

"This doesn't have to change anything," he started, probably the most sober and serious you've ever seen him. "It's okay if you don't feel the same way, we can stay just as we are now. Whatever you want, sweet girl."

He tried to smile as he said it, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. You knew it pained him to get these words out, and it hurt you in return to see him like this. And not just that. It hurt to think about staying like this with them, to play friends and pretend there was nothing more in the background, like their feelings didn't exist. Like your feelings didn't exist.

You've never thought about the depth of your fondness and love for these boys. Or maybe you just didn't want to think about it, feeling so sure that nothing would come of it if you ever addressed it. So you buried it deep down. And in your haste to forget about it, you made a big mistake. You were so desperate for love that you've ran into the arms of the first boy who showed any interest in you.

The realization startled a surprised laugh from you. The boys stared at you confused and slightly apprehensive.

You looked Paul in the eye and with a sureness that was growing stronger by the second said, "I don't want that."

When it seemed like he didn't get it, you continued.

"I don't want to just stay friends. I couldn't hold myself back. Not when I want to kiss you too every time you tease me." You turned to look at each one of them, the emotions filling your chest threatening to overflow. "Not when I want to kiss all of you."

Paul was practically radiant with joy, and you laughed as Marko jumped up, hollering in triumph. Two strong arms circled around your waist and you were pulled back into Dwayne's chest. He held you tight, his hands on you possessive, and you felt him smile as he nuzzled your hair.

Your attention was brought back to Paul as he cupped your face and smashed his lips against yours. It was hungry and messy and desperate, like he wanted to satiate his long growing appetite for you with just this one kiss. You whimpered into his lips when you felt Dwayne's mouth on the sensitive skin of your neck. You felt like you were going lightheaded, your heart racing, your body melting into them.

Paul let out a low growl, your insides twisting at the sound, and the next moment he was pushed back, replaced by Marko, clearly not wanting to be left out of the fun. He chuckled against your mouth and kissed you with such fervor, you felt like he could devour you if you let him. The thought spread a new kind of heat through your whole body.

David's voice brought you back to reality.

"Slow down, boys, we don't want to overwhelm our sweetheart."

They reluctantly disentangled themselves from you, leaving you dizzy and trying to catch your breath.

"Besides," he continued, his voice taking on a dangerous tone, "I want to have some of her for myself too."

Your legs felt like jelly as you stood up, taking the few steps towards his armchair. You were feeling suddenly bashful as he guided you between his legs, your face flushed under the intensity of his gaze as it raked over you. A smirk grew on his face as he took in the state you were in, all thanks to his boys.

He tugged on your arm and you obeyed, climbing into his lap, his hands finding their place on your hips like it was where they belonged. And they did.

He kissed you slower than the others, but in no way with less passion. His movements were possessive, his lips claiming yours with a sureness and authority that left no question about who you belonged to. Not to that shithead who broke your heart, not to anyone else, but to him and his boys.

When he drew back, your head was still spinning. But when your eyes met his, you broke into the biggest, brightest smile they've seen on you all night.

"I love you," you sighed, your eyes growing misty once more.

"No more tears tonight, sweetheart," David said gently, kissing your knuckles before he pulled you into him, laying your head in his shoulder.

That's where you fell asleep not long after, snuggled into his embrace, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of the last few hours. The boys looked on with fondness, still not quite believing the turn of events that led to this moment where they could call you theirs. Maybe Paul's bit mouth wasn't such a pain in the ass after all.

Epilogue:

For your sake, they took mercy on your ex and didn't end his life. Simply because they didn't want you to be questioned if he disappeared under suspicious circumstances. Or your name to be associated with anything in case someone found his horribly mangled body. They also couldn't really come to a conclusion on what to do with him; the possibilities were endless, and they all wanted to put their own unique and scarily creative spin on it.

That was certainly an interesting conversation to listen to – the boys casually chatting about how to brutally murder your ex like they were talking about the weather.

So in the end he got to live. That doesn't mean they didn't do any damage though.

For a few weeks, they paid him a visit every night, terrorizing him until he was close to a nervous breakdown. They showed up at odd hours, bikes revving and light flashing, screaming and howling like a pack of wolves. On other nights, they took a more subtle approach, knocking on his upper floor window and whispering to him through the walls.

By the time they stopped, the guy was a paranoid wreck.

And of course they told you all about it, making you laugh as Paul and Marko recalled and acted out in detail how he cried like a little girl, hiding under his blanket. Yeah, karma's a bitch. Especially when it comes in the form of four pissed off vampires.

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[dragonsoulage]

Sweet talking Hakkai…

feat. Hakkai Shiba

This is what happens when you actually approach the tall boy, so shy and too stunned to speak until he ends up having you propped up on his dick. All just because you tend to sweet talk him.

Hello friendos, idk this was a totally random thought I picked up one day 🤣 I kinda like the thought that he is super shy can’t really speak at first with you. Over all you being so sweet he gets a damn boner from seeing you because how was he able to pull someone like you, when he usually doesn’t get any words out? 🫰🏻🤣 so it starts really fluffy and kinda somehow ended in a little smut 👀💀

Wordcount: 1,7 k

Warnings: super fluffy in the start, smūt, boner situation, riding, virgin Hakkai

Aw, how cute would it be, poor shy Hakkai. Growing all red under your gaze.

You were such a nice girl, helping him when Yuzuha had sent him to the store to get tampons and pads because her period came earlier.

„You need help with that, honey?" you asked with a kind smile as you saw how he looked around a little lost.

Hakkai immediately tensed up as he heard your voice.

A girl talking to him now? It was his death sentence. He didn't even dare to turn around. The tips of his ears turning red, just like the endearing dust over his nose.

When you saw he didn't turn around, you chuckled and walked around him, to look at the tall man. He looked tough with his short hair and the scar over his right side. So tough and rough on the edges. But such a shy guy when a pretty girl like you talked to him.

He swallowed hard when he saw you then. Why were your features so perfect? Why did your hair frame your face so nicely? And most of all, why did you smile so cute? A cute girl talking to him? Shit.

„You lost your tongue? No problem, just show me what you need to find. I still help you, hun." you offered and wanted that he gave you the little piece of paper what he got from his sister.

Hesitantly he gave you the paper what had been in two fingers of him. Hakkai really fought with himself.

He could punch someone easily in the face, but a pretty girl talking? Calling him cute nicknames?

„Ah, we should get that here. No worries. You buy that for your girlfriend?" you asked when you walked up to the exact spot you got what Yuzuha requested.

„N-no. My sister." he replied, and he grows weak when he saw you turning back to him.

„So you don't have a girlfriend?" was the next question that came out of your mouth. And you seemed to have a glint in the eye.

He was cute though, tall and looking like he could fight. But also now helpless, because he was so shy around ladies. Especially gorgeous ones, as you, that tend to sweet talk him. You sweet talked everyone. And your voice sounded so calm.

He shook his head slightly at your question.

„Well, you know. I got a thing for someone like you. Hm? You can type your number into my phone." when you said this, he had the feeling he could faint. A cute girl, someone so kind walking up to him sweet-talking him, helping him and all he could do is standing there and blink.

You hold out your phone, and Hakkai really needed a moment before his slender fingers curled around your phone as he typed in his number.

This was just the first time he saw you. And when he was home back by Yuzuha she was surprised he even bought the right things.

Some time went over and well you two sometimes send some small messages.

What especially a highlight was, when he saw you on one of the train stations and as you spotted him your eyes lit up.

Over text, it had been easier for him and now seeing you again. He was gone, so gone.

You knew he was shy, and you thought it was endearing. Smirking even a little.

After you talked a little while, he mostly nodded along, he decided to try a move.

„I can take you on the ride home." it was all he said, all he could do after you complained you didn't reach the train anymore. And it was not too far for him to drive you there.

But hell, you agreed, hopping onto his back behind him.

Hakkai thought it would be easy, focusing on the road and all. He forgot that you smelled good, smelled like something sweet.

It made his heart beat out of his chest. The way your arms wrapped around his waist when you settled behind him.

„It's so nice of you, baby. I really appreciate it. I believe this is a first class ride of Toman, hm?" you teased gently, making him blush when he actually started the engine.

„Hold on tight." was all he managed to let out for now, and you did hold on tight when he drove in speed through the streets. You always managed to make him feel special, no matter of over text or in real life. And this was doing something to him. Indeed, too much at once for Hakkais taste.

The vice of Tomans second division totally flustered just because of you. Sometimes when you were close, even struggling not to get a boner. Embarrassing, it was just so embarrassing for him.

When he stopped his bike because he delivered you where you needed to be, you hopped down from the bike. Himself shortly coming with you to your door.

„We could meet up the next days, I mean when you want?" you were so interested him you wanted to spend more time. Should he really believe his luck?

„We could. There is still some stuff I need to do, but I could come around to pick you up." he responded, he couldn't let you slip just because he was shy. Yourself surprised that he responded so fast and sounded steady, but it made you smile. But the next move you made, it broke him.

„Aww, I would love to. So you just text me when you can and be a gentleman, picking me up here? I will be ready for you." you spoke sweet, stepping closer before you decided to hug the tall man. He wasn't warned that you would do it. And shit. The way your chest pressed against his torso. How he could feel your tits squeezing against his body as you calmly laid your arms around him.

No boner, no boner, please no fucking boner.' was all that rambled in his head. Hesitantly, he slightly hugged you back. Large hands laid on your sides. He just could feel how nicely your figure would fit into him. Too much absolutely too much. He literally stopped breathing. Then you lifted your head and kissed his cheek. Your lips were so soft. That small kiss so sweet.

„See you around, honey." you spoke before stepping back and waving to go into the door. When he was sure you disappeared he looked down. He had lost the battle to not get hard.

„Fuck..." he mumbled to himself. Trying to think about anything else than how nicely your skin would feel. Or your lips on his. And how cute you probably would sound. It was not like he had any experience, maybe on if the aspects why it was so hard for him to interact with girls over all. But with you...it was really tough.

Alone, how you always called him, talking in such a kind, calming voice. Nearly soothing any distress he might have had.

But then...then when you two met up some times. When he opened up more and more. When you told him, you think it's cute that he is shy. After some time it came how it always came out. He found himself making out with you. When you straddled his lap. And this hadn't been the first time he could have you on his lap without bursting in his pants. Lips sloppy glued to each other. Tongues tangled when his hand was in your silky strands of hair.

Enjoying how you tasted, how your small hands rested against his chest or cupping his cheek oh, so tenderly.

All going so far, you ended up grinding against him. Feeling this immense bulge in his pants. And it made you gasp. Making yourself shiver. Settling your heated core over his. He bit back a groan.

„It's alright, you feel real good underneath me here." you cooed between the kisses.

Hakkai just so shy and sensitive. That when it came to this point your bare, warm and wet pussy touched his tip. Slowly sinking down the massive shaft. It took every ounce of self-control not just to cum.

Hakkai laying down in the bed, eyes already in the 7th heaven with the way your velvety walls stretched around his mushroom tip. How you slowly sank down his entire length as you felt every little vein around it and your pussy squeezing.

„You're doing such a good job, a good job for a good boy." you whispered right in his ear when you leaned down. Making him gasp. Delicate fingertips dancing down his chest, making him tingle.

„It feels...ah, too good. You are..." he needed to stop himself, otherwise he would end up whining. When he felt a pussy the first time on his dick.

And you were so patient when you saw how his chest were heaving. Kissing him so gently on the lips before you started to move slowly up and down his cock.

But with the time, with the knowledge he just was a damn lucky bastard, you started to help and then liking him. The shyness faded. Looking up at your pretty face. Seeing how you enjoyed his cock. He wanted to have you close.

Maybe now he was able to show you his other side, when he finally realized there was nothing he needed to be afraid of.

Large hands grabbing the globes of your ass. Sitting up straight, what made you let out a surprised moan.

„What-" you couldn't speak further, not when he started to slam you down his dick, his hips bucking up with an urgency. His face buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

„You feel so fucking good. Maybe it's time I sweet talk you, darling." he mumbled, pressing a tender kiss to your shoulder while you wrapped your arms around his broad back. Hissing in pleasure when you felt him reaching that one spot.

„Hakkai...." he adored his name on your lips when you sounded all so breathy and stretched out by him. Your cunt clenching when he was now the one cooing in your ear.

„Am I a good boy, baby?" asking as if he wouldn't know he was.

„A very good boy, my good boy." you answered before your pussy was dripping down his whole length.

It was his first time, but with a sudden boost of confidence when he actually realized he needed to show you he actually could be a real tough one. Pounding that sweet pussy like nothing else.

Loving every cute shudder you did and ever word that came from your kiss bitten lips.

[transfemme-shelterdog]

Hi sorry I don't want to be another bummer in your inbox but you're just. One of the only people listening to us. Please ignore if you're not in the right headspace.

It hurts and is fucking infuriating that transandrophobia as a concept has nothing to do with transfems really. It's just a word for us to describe our experiences with.

But now because a couple motherfuckers decided to blame another group of trans people for their struggle instead of. Like. Cis people. None of us can talk about our struggles without being forced into a conversation about trans women and how much we must hate them.

We have to justify ourselves and our struggles to people who weren't invited to be part of this conversation, in fact there's a general conclusion that transmasc people are the LAST people you should listen to on the topic of transandrophobia.

It's our word, for OUR experiences and struggles, but we're the ones who aren't allowed to talk about it without being harassed. And we've heard everything from being called TMRAs to being told "Yes trans men have struggles but actually 'transandrophobia' is a transmisogynistic dogwhistle so you can't have that word"

We've had many words and ALL of them have been branded wrong, I've lost friends and mutuals for not budging on the idea that transmascs should be the ones to ultimately choose how to talk about their own issues.

But no. We're ugly disgusting oppressive MEN. We're gender traitors. We just want attention. We're whiny. We're just hysterical bitches.

We're hated and turned away by the queer community for our masculinity while being treated like the women cis society wants us to be.

We have both cis man and cis woman privilege so we should shut up.

We can't win. No matter what we are or how we present ourselves we're WRONG.

I don't know what to do anymore. Society won't have us because we're queer, the queer community won't have us because we're not queer in the 'progressive' way.

Sorry if this is incoherent. I'm tired.

Yeah it really is upsetting that people out here try to claim that transmascs and trans men can't talk about their own oppression, using words that they choose.

There is absolutely nothing transmisogynistic about the discussion. Sure, some trans women may come along and try to talk over trans guys, or say that you're somehow a bad person for using a word that you want. Then trans guys may be like "hey girl, this isn't your place to be correcting us, please stop". But that's not transmisogyny, that's reminding someone of common decency.

I absolutely agree that you should be allowed your own word, and to talk about your own experiences without people coming along to "correct you", and call you names. It's unfair, and reeks of sexism.

Nobody I've talked to has been transmisogynistic towards me, which is telling because I am very active in the discourse. Total bullshit, easily disproven by my own experiences.

[corporalmoth]

loneliness

[wereh0gz]

Not feeling great abt some of my creative endeavors rn

[honeybittersweet]

Hiiiii, update on my guy crush from college. Said hi to him this morning and felt NOTHING, I thought I was gonna be a bit more excited? But nothing, it was meh. So yeah, completely over him, I was probably just bored and liked the idea of him. I still like his voice tho.

[honeyblackberries]

In the back seat (18+)

caleb x fem reader/mc smut

minors dni | inspired by diet pepsi by addison rae | cross-posted to ao3

word count: 1466

cw: simp caleb, soft dom caleb, he also likes to bite, pantie freak caleb, reader enables him, praise, oral (fem receiving), p in v, responsible car sex <333 (don't get freaky in a rental car irl), irresponsible intercourse (caleb doesn’t wrap it before he taps it), porn with feelings, porn no plot because idk how to write plot but i also can’t really write porn so maybe this is a secret third thing, no set pov.

names used: pips (pipsqueak but cuter), good girl, pretty girl, my girl

If Caleb is being honest with himself this moment is something straight out of his teenage fantasies. Driving along the coast with you in the passenger's seat, listening as you sing along to a song that’s been on repeat for the past half hour. Hair softly blowing in the wind as the late afternoon sun glows behind you like a halo.

You’re an angel he thinks, how else could you bless him with such a gift on one of his rare days off. The keys to his dream car—with the disclaimer that it was only a rental during his visit to Linkon—and that short sundress… His gaze unconsciously drifts from the road and onto you.

Maybe wet dreams are a better description for this. The way the hem of your dress rides up your thighs while you shift to find a more comfortable position, cotton panties peeking out underneath it.

Your eyes meet his and Caleb feels his pants tighten.

Today was supposed to be a well deserved break from all the demands that come with being the Farspace Fleet’s Colonel. Something relaxing. Yet he can’t help but feel inclined to the complete opposite. Back ramrod straight and hand, previously loose and confident on the wheel, now gripping it so tight that his knuckles strain.

“I'm happy you’re here,” you say sweetly and he has to stop himself from acting like a horny dog. “Is there anything you wanna do before we head home?”

“Eat you out,” he thinks dreamily.

“..What?”

Shit. Shit. How could he say that out loud!? He’s an idiot, a depraved fool—

“Well, okay.”

He almost crashes the car.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to—I mean—I didn’t mean to say it out loud,” you laugh at him and he isn’t sure whether to be mortified or turned on.

“Pull over.” He does.

Caleb doesn’t realise it but despite the less than innocent circumstances his silly reaction makes you smile. Happy at the expression that settles on his handsome face. How his eyes light up in a way you never really see anymore, giddy and unrestrained.

‘Cute,’ you want to tease, but he’s already rolling the tinted windows up. Undoing his seatbelt and moving into the back seat. Oh how could you keep him waiting when he’s just so eager? You undo your own seatbelt and amusedly follow along. Moving to get on top of him.

“Don’t hover pips,” he instructs—in that know-it-all voice he’s used since you were kids—and you don’t get the chance to consider it. Not when his hands trail under your skirt to grab your thighs and impatiently bring you down onto his face.

“Fuck you smell so good,” his nose presses right against your clothed heat. He inhales deeply. “I could get off just from smelling you, just from smelling these,” his lips part to let teeth graze the thin fabric of your panties.

“I can keep 'em when we're done, yeah?” His hot breath makes a shiver run through you in anticipation. His tongue licks down the centre where a wet patch starts to form. “I’ll cook dinner in return.”

You want to argue that he always cooks dinner. But you want what he’s currently offering more.

Your small hum of agreement is all he needs.

Safe to say, Caleb does mouth at you like a dog. Desperate, hungry, tongue heavy and slobbering. You have to push yourself against his chest to keep steady. The toned muscles there flexing as he eats like he’s been starved.

“Good girl, sittin’ so pretty for me,” his praise is barely understandable. Voice muffled and lower than a moment ago.

One of his hands leaves your thighs, his fingers moving to the fabric separating you. He teasingly pulls it back and lets go, a light snap against your skin. You flinch and he chuckles in response. He then pushes it to the side to expose you bare to him. Continuing to lick, this time with the addition of his thumb rubbing directly against your sensitive bud.

“Delicious,” he moans at the taste and sucks at your clit for more.

You’re not sure how long you last before everything crashes down all at once. Your orgasm racking your body and leaving you trembling. Dripping right into his open mouth.

The way your breath hitches and small whines you make when you cum always remind him how he could spend the rest of his life between your thighs. Forever wanting you pliant in his hold like this.

As you start to feel yourself coming down from the high, Caleb lightly bites at your tender flesh, making you yelp. He places a soft kiss in apology, even though you both know he isn’t sorry in the slightest.

In an act of revenge you start to reach for where he needs it. Fingertips barely brushing the large tent in his pants before he grabs your wrist to stop you.

“Next time pips, I’ll go crazy if I’m not inside you soon.” At that you’re suddenly flipped around, back pressed against the leather seat. Wedged in the cramped space afforded to you between the car and his large body.

Caleb looks down at you with a wide grin. The lower half of his face damp with your arousal and his own saliva.

“Let me put it in?”

Even when he’s like this the words come out as a question. He’ll only do it if you let him, only if you want it half as much as he does. His silver necklace dangles in front of you and reflected in it is your lips, curled up into an affirmative.

Caleb wastes no time. Hurriedly undoing his pants and freeing his hard leaking cock. Leaning over you with one hand beside your head as the other grasps his reddened tip and nudges you panties to the side with it. Lining himself up he sinks into you slowly.

“You’re heaven,” he yaps, already pussy drunk. "You feel like heaven, ugh—like you were made for me. Weren’t you?”

He shakes his head at his own words, as if a better explanation came to him. Then he resolutely bottoms out inside you.

“No, I was the one made for you.”

“Caleb—” you whine at the feeling of being so full. Arms moving to wrap around his torso, not sure if to hold him closer or push him away.

He groans, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to fight off the orgasm that would have had him cumming from the way you say his name. Testingly, he pulls out slightly just to push back in. Repeating shallow thrusts to get you comfortable.

“More,” you beg.

“Of course,” he kisses you and you can taste yourself on him. “I aim to please.” His pace quickens, becoming rough. You can’t help but clench at the immediate change.

“Oh shit—loosen up pretty girl.” You try to.

Over and over you feel his cock try to make your cunt give in to him, and when he feels the grip of your walls ease up slightly he angles his hips to hit deeper.

You claw at his back, the fabric of his shirt catching under your fingers. The feeling of him too much.

“You like that huh?”

The car windows are fogging at the spike in body heat, neither of you letting up until you both get your fill. The sounds of shallow breathing and skin against skin the only thing that can be heard.

Caleb bites your lip when he kisses you in between thrusts. Like he wants to devour you in every way possible.

“I’m—close,” you bury your face into his neck, trying to ground yourself.

He nearly slips entirely out of you. Hips starting to lose their rhythm, a sign that he is too.

“I know—fuck—cum with me.”

Your release comes first, and he doesn’t last long after.

“That's my girl.”

His movements slow as he spills into you. A white ring forming around the base of him as a mix of both your cum tries to leak out. He grinds a few times to make sure it stays then collapses on top of you.

The two of you remain like that for a few minutes, relishing in the feeling of your chests pressed together as you cool down. Caleb’s cock slowly going limp inside you.

His hands move to cradle your face, gently stroking your cheeks as he kisses all over with cherishing lightness.

“I love you.”

“Love you too Caleb.”

Then he has to go and ruin the moment.

“Panties please,” he holds out his hand. Asking for a treat.

You sigh, the post-nut clarity kicking in. “I’ll give it to you after I wash it.”

“Don’t wash it.”

“...”

a/n: rip need everyone to know this was initially supposed to be a sylus fic. also what do we think do we like me actually trying to make the layout nice/not write in all lowercase??

[nochepsicodelica]

You and Toji are sitting at a table at a bar, talking about different things that went on throughout your days over some drinks. Toji tells you about how Shiu's been a real asshole lately, because his marriage is hanging on by a thread and he hasn't gotten laid in almost a month. He gives you a look that you interpret as him saying 'thank fuck that's not us' to which you respond with a little smirk.

When it's your turn, you tell him about how the new hire broke the copy machine, knocked over and broke the water gallon for the water dispenser, and crashed into someone, spilling hot coffee all over their shirt, all in the course of one day.

"That poor fucker's cursed," Toji says, amusement riddling his expression as he brings his glass of whiskey to his lips.

"He looked like he really needed a hug by the end of the day," you add, biting back a smile, before you take a sip of your own drink.

"Tell me you didn't," Toji says, taking in the seemingly telling look on your face. "Ma."

"I'm kidding. It's jokes, baby. I have no interest in hugging someone I haven't spoken a single word to."

Toji flicks your forehead, watching with a grin as you bring a hand up to rub the sting away. "Gotta piss, be right back, doll. Want another drink before I come back?"

"I'll wait for you to finish yours," you say, to which he nods before standing up from his seat.

"Be right back," Toji repeats, affectionately setting a heavy hand on your head, before he heads off in the direction of the restrooms.

You pull your phone out of your pocket and scroll through your socials while you wait. Altogether, Toji was gone for no longer than four minutes, and yet somehow, that was enough time for a rando to pull a chair up to your little table and start a conversation with you.

"Hey," he starts. "Why are you sitting here looking all lonely?"

You turn your head to face the person with the unfamiliar voice, slightly widening your eyes as if to question if he's talking to you. He looks at you with raised eyebrows, awaiting your response. "Oh, i'm not here alone. My boyfriend is in the bathroom," you respond, with a polite smile, before returning your attention to your phone.

"Ah. What kind of man leaves a pretty thing like you by herself in a place like this?" The stranger says, in a tone that almost seems pitiful towards you.

You look at him again and attempt to keep your expression neutral. "He'll be back any second now. He's just taking a piss, i'll be fine. Unless you're here to make things troubling for me."

The man chuckles, entertained by your quick shift in tone. "With a feisty attitude like that and a pretty mouth to keep up, it seems like you want me to get you in trouble."

You furrow your eyebrows, blatantly offended by his inappropriate insinuation. It's disturbing to see how he turned your warning into something sexual.

"I already told you, I have a boyfriend. Try someone else," you respond, no longer hiding your irritation.

Toji scans the room for the table you're sitting at, locating you and who-the-fuck in three seconds. This man looks awfully cozy with you, leaning in close every time he speaks to you, so he doesn't stand around any longer and quickly makes his way back to you and this new "friend".

"You sure you don't want another drink, doll?" Toji asks, sitting down in front of you, again, his gaze darting between you and this pocket square looking man. There's a difference between your demeanor from before he left and now. You clearly aren't comfortable, anymore.

"That's it? That is your supposed boyfriend?" The man asks, attempting to minimize Toji by referring to him as if he's nothing in comparison to himself. "Oh, princess. You see this watch?" He asks, raising the cuff of his sleeve to fully reveal his golden watch. "Four thousand dollars, and that's chump change."

You look at Toji and pull his hand into your shaky one, giving him a forced smile. Toji keeps his eyes on yours as the stranger continues spewing arrogant sludge about how much money he makes a year and how even the luxury car he has parked outside didn't put the smallest dent in his wallet.

"You would have it so good with me, baby," he continues blabbering. His hand goes to your wrist, a gesture that Toji quickly puts an end to by aggressively shoving the man's hand away, your empty glass clattering on the table from the force. Toji would have snapped the man's wrist and twisted his hand off, but he didn't want to scare you with the bloodshed. He feels like he's buzzing from the anger bubbling inside, and surely it won't be long before he acts out.

"Don't fucking touch her," Toji spits, glaring at the man with an expression that would have put him six feet under, if looks could kill.

Your heartbeat is in your ears and your blood is boiling. This man is disgusting for being persistent towards someone who doesn't want him. It's masochism, at this point, with the amount of times that you've made it clear that you're not interested.

The man snorts, snobbishly. "He brought you here, of all places. Even just glancing at him, you can tell this cheap ass place is all he can afford. He'll never be able to give you everything you want, so just come with me, doll face."

You rip your hand out of Toji's grasp and stand from your chair, delivering a resounding blow to the man's already hideous face. Tables and chairs wobble as he tries to keep his balance, but when you quickly strike him again, hard enough to increase the pain you felt in your knuckles with that first hit, you manage to knock him onto the ground.

"Fuck you, you fucking asshole. You don't know shit!" You grit out, dropping down to try and land another hit to the man's bleeding face. By now, Toji is behind you, restraining your arms and pulling you back as a small crowd begins to form to observe the commotion.

"Ma, come on. Let's just go."

"Let me dent his fucking face in, Toji," you mutter, writhing in his grip.

The vile man manages to sit up, dabbing his fingertips against his busted lip. Though there is red blossoming on his face, his lips still form an amused, twisted smile. He laughs as he watches you get reeled back by Toji, seething as you are dragged away like a child having a meltdown in the middle of a store.

"Hey-- Hey, I said let's go," Toji says, his tone sharper when you continue to try to break out of his hold to fight the idiotic sociopath.

You take a deep breath and stop, willingly letting Toji take you away from this chaos you created in his defense. His hand rests on the nape of your neck, as he guides you through the stuffy bar and leads you outside to the car.

"Stop pacing," Toji says, watching as you threaten to make the asphalt beneath your feet waste away with every step you take in your heated state.

"Fucking asshole, dickhead, motherfucker." You groan, loudly, furiously, before covering your face with your hands. "It's fine, it's fine," you mumble to yourself.

"Then, stop pacing," he repeats, watching on as you walk the same steps, over and over, as if you're on autopilot. "Ma, eyes. Eyes." His hands go to your shoulders, manually forcing you to halt your movement. "Listen to me. I said eyes."

"I'm so... I can't stand still," you say, weakly.

"Stop looking around. Right here," Toji instructs, lifting one hand from your shoulder and pointing two fingers at his eyes. You release a shaky puff of air and hold his gaze as best as you can.

"Talk when you're ready," he says, following your eyes whenever they derail from his.

You aren't ready soon enough. You feel like your heart is trying to burst out of your chest and the adrenaline coursing through you isn't helping at all. Your hand hurts. Your knuckles feel bruised and they're bloody. The night might be ruined, but you felt your reaction was the only way to release the pain you felt when that nothing started talking the way he did about Toji. All you can think to do is hug Toji to prevent yourself from crying about your cause for attacking the gross man. It's all so much. You've never felt so strongly for someone, to the point where you hit a stranger for insulting them. It's scary how Toji brings that defensive, yet, offensive side out of you.

Strong, heavy arms reciprocate your embrace, keeping your tense body close. You feel warm and safe, his scent and the pressure of his hold managing to slowly calm your unsteady heartbeat. After a few seconds of quietness, you turn your head and rest the side of your face on him, finally prepared to speak.

"I didn't like how he was talking about you, Toji. He was talking shit even before you came back, and I hated it. I hated it so much, that I felt nauseous and if I hadn't done something, I would have been sick."

Toji sighs, not out of disappointment or feelings of that sort, but because you seeking out danger for his sake, was not something he ever wanted to see.

"Doll, you know how much I love you."

This sounds like a layer of sugar preceding a talking to. You're trying not to be nervous before the scolding even begins, but you feel the need to brace yourself, as well.

"I love you, too," you mumble.

Toji knows it. He's known it all along, and the events that transpired tonight were just another way of you proving your love and showing how much he matters to you.

"Want you to look at me," he says, lowering his arms on your back, allowing you to make the space necessary to give him your attention. He offers you a soft smile. "Don't get all fidgety on me after you just ripped a stranger's face open."

"I feel like you're about to yell at me," you say, lowly.

That makes him want to laugh, but he keeps his amusement to a minimum, since you're clearly anticipating something terrible.

"Nah. When have I ever raised my voice at you?"

"Never."

"Exactly. Never, and I won't start now, but I want you to get this through your pretty head... It's not your job to beat people up for me."

"I know, but-"

Toji shakes his head. "Hold on, mama. Let me finish talking, then it'll be your turn."

Your heart feels like it's in the depths of your stomach, but you nod, and allow him to continue talking.

"I'm not mad at you, i'm not gonna yell at you. Just wanna keep you safe, is all. That guy was already a fuckin' weirdo, harassing you like that and trying to get you to go with him while I was right there. I wouldn't be surprised if he was into hitting women, too, if he's so comfortable with making them uncomfortable."

It's quiet while you think of what to say. You don't want this to escalate into something that turns you against each other, when it started out as an act of love. You could argue about how you did this to defend him, but in the end, you know his own need to protect you, will stomp all over your arguments.

"I'm sorry we had to leave, but i'm not sorry for the reason behind it. I don't regret what I did."

"Ma..."

"No, Toji. He didn't even know you and yet he still said things that aren't fair." Your voice quiets down, the beginnings of stronger emotions threatening to outwardly reveal themselves. "He insulted you. He questioned your abilities as my boyfriend when he saw me alone— even after I told him you just went to the bathroom. He judged you superficially, he said you can't give me everything I want and--" you pause, interrupted by a shaky inhale and the painful lump in your throat. "Sorry," you mumble, when the first set of tears roll down your cheeks.

"No, you're alright," Toji says, in response, his warm hands coming up to cup your cheeks, thumbs wiping away your fleeing tears. There's a small pinch in his brows. Why are you crying? It's something he can't ask you, because he knows that if he makes a big spectacle out of it, you'll end up drowning in your tears and shutting down everything you have to say. He resorts to keeping your cheeks dry and encouraging you to keep talking.

"Go on, mama."

You sniff, before picking up where you left off. "I don't care about all that, Toji. I don't care where we go to spend time together, because we're together. I need you, not for you to buy me things or take me to fancy places. That's not what I'm with you for."

Your heart is beating fast, again, its rhythm no longer controlled by fear or nerves, but instead the focus that Toji has on you. He's good at holding eye contact with you, something that occasionally gets distracting if you become too aware of it. You notice that his expression is softer. Maybe it's your brief flash of tears or the way you are always subconsciously finding a way to indirectly recite some of the reasons for why you love him.

"I love you, Toji. That means I won't just sit around and let someone talk about you like you're worthless. And I know, I know you can handle things like this on your own and you don't need me, but it was hard to listen to that."

You pause, as if to give him a break from your bulldozing heart. Silence takes over the moment, both of you just looking at each other. Toji's speechlessness has you wondering if you spilled too much of your heart out to him. You know some things are better left to be figured out, such as the range of a person's love, and yet you just poured without measure. "You can call me crazy if you want to."

Toji's shit-eating grin is unexpected, but it's definitely a sight that lifts some of the heaviness you feel in your chest.

"You love me," Toji says, still smiling like a doofus. He knows your serious facade will crack if he looks at you like this for long enough. He can already see a shift in the expression of your eyes and the way your lips are pressing together just a little more. He tilts his head slightly, a gesture that pushes you even further towards that pretty smile he wants to see. When you finally crack and give into his charm, you do so with a mutter of 'you're so dumb.'

"I'm glad that's what you got out of my rambling," you say, wholeheartedly and in better spirits. Toji pulls you in, this time, his soothing warmth and familiar scent tangling around you, again. His chin rests on top of your head and his arms secure themselves around you, tightly.

"I'm not gonna call you crazy, ma. It's not what I think. Also, don't go saying things that aren't true. I do need you," Toji says, his voice level kept at an intimate volume, as if there are other people there in the parking lot with you. His words are solely meant for you to hear anyway and getting them to you in this manner ensures that you won't go home with your heart feeling heavy, after a talk that was meant to comfort you.

"You know, I don't care what other people think— and that's not to say I don't appreciate you throwing a few punches for my sake. You're a sweetheart and you care so much, but if it's a stranger saying some unimportant, dumb shit, it takes a lot for it to actually get to me. If it really bothered me, they'd be gone."

"Yeah... I know," you mumble, into his shirt, knowing you would do it again and again— countless times. You loosen your arms around Toji and he does the same, his hands dragging towards your waist after you separate.

"How's that hand?" Toji asks, picking your wrist up before you can even respond. He whistles at the sight of the slight swelling and the dry specks of crimson spotted over your knuckles.

"A little tender," you say, feeling a tinge of fear when his other hand lifts off your waist to feel the damage.

"Looks real good on your pretty hand," he says, dragging his index finger over the protruding bones of your hand.

"Does it?" You ask, your barely there smile falling when you wince at the little bit of pressure Toji applies.

"No," he responds, bringing it up to his lips and pressing a kiss to the sore area. You wince again when his thumb drags over your skin with slightly more pressure than before. "It doesn't. We'll ice it when we get home, alright?" He lets up on the torturous touching, but keeps your hand in his. The words aren't meant to hurt you. He doesn't mean them and he hopes he communicates that with the way he still opts to hold your hand. Your hands will always be pretty to him, he just can't say that to you, right now. Not if it serves as the smallest bit of encouragement for you to repeat what happened earlier, in the future.

"Okay." You nod.

"Gimme a kiss and we can go home or wherever, if you wanna stay out."

You tilt your head up and wait for his lips to meet yours. It's a gentle brush of lips, but the second Toji's hands start slipping under the back of your sweater and your shirt, you know it's going to be more than a single kiss. You can feel the night's cold wind nipping at your skin, as his hands go higher up, his fingertips reaching just below the hooks of your bra. To your surprise, he unhooks the garment, causing you to quickly press your hands to your chest when the cups loosen, to prevent them from fully sliding down.

"Toji," you manage to utter out during the wave of kisses. You turn your head, receiving a kiss that was meant for your lips, on your cheek.

"Yeah... I think we should go home," he murmurs, against your skin. "Maybe we can rock the car a little bit before we go, hm?" Toji smirks when you let out that flustered giggle he's so familiar with. He presses another kiss to your cheek before you turn to face him, again.

"Okay, but let's not blow it all here. We have a nice and comfortable bed at home. Let's add another good night to it."

You don't miss the way Toji's lustfully lidded, green eyes, keep glancing down at your hands on your chest, or how he's mindlessly caressing your bare waist, under your shirt.

"Alright, ma." He pulls out his car keys and with the press of a button, the car unlocks with a beep and the brief, dull sound of flipping locks. "Get inside."

[all4yoi]

𝒩ot a bet﹕hyung line

𝑒nhypen x fem!reader ⚹ cw: each member ranges from 5-1k wc, fluff, lowercase intended, they swear, crying, uh someone kneels, not proud w heejake's 😞, not proofread ( lmk if i missed something! )

synopsis : upon learning that you were merely the stake in a bet, they wasted no time in mending your relationship.

part one !

★ LEE HEESEUNG ( 0.8k wc )

"y/n wait!"

heeseung's voice only made you walk faster. you didn't want to humiliate yourself further by stopping and talking to him. all you wanted to do now was to just march out of the school, go home, lock yourself in your room and maybe eat a tub of ice cream while you ugly cry yourself to sleep.

"y/n, please." heeseung pleaded, taking your elbow in his grasp as he spun you around and pulling you closer to the point you can feel his breath on fanning your nose.

he looked at you pleadingly. "it's okay," you managed to say in a shaky voice. "i understand, you can all laugh at me all you want now-" he shook his head, "it's okay really!" you added, pursing your lips.

"i just want to be left alone now okay?" and even if he knew you didn't mean just 'now.' he'll respect your wishes and let you go, but he won't give up.

heeseung watched you walk away from him with a heavy heart, wanting nothing but to just explain everything to you before it was too late. he couldn't lose you, not like this.

when he couldn't see your figure anymore, he messily messed his hair and made his way back to the gym eager to teach a guy how to not spit nonsense.

it's been a week since that happened and a week since he's seen you in the school. he asked some of your classmates and club members but all he received were nasty glares and short cold answers. what happened between the two of you spread like wild fire the following day you walked away from him. everyone knew you were kind of a nerd, but they also knew you were a complete angel and had a heart soft as a pillow.

they also knew that betting on a person's feeling isn't exactly it. — more under the cut!

so throughout that week too, his popularity decreased day by day. he used to receive heart eyes on the hallways and joyful 'good morning, heeseung!'s by random students, now all he received were judgemental glances and they avoided him like a plague, scared to be the next target of a cruel bet.

he didn't care though, all he cared about was your wellbeing. it's been a week and you've still yet to show up to class, so imagine his surprise when you suddenly walk in to the room with your usual hair do, your bag slung over on your shoulder and your glasses almost falling off your nose bridge.

he sat up straighter, gulping as his eyes followed your every move. he could feel hear heart beating louder, as if it was calling for you, desperate to be near you again.

he needed to fix this, asap.

it felt like forever before heeseung heard the bell ring. as soon as he heard the annoying sound, he messily packed up his things and ran after you.

"y/n!" your forearm was then again grabbed by him. although this time, he turned you slowly. heeseung silently admired your face. he missed you so much.

"let me explain, please. it's not what you think. i promise." he whispered, vulnerability in his tone. the simple nod you gave was his signal to interlace his fingers with yours as he looked for an empty room.

you ignored the looks everyone threw your way, either worried and judging. all you could focus on was his warm hand on yours and how you missed it so much, you didn't even realize you both were now inside an empty classroom.

"there was no bet." you furrowed your brows, looking at him with mixed confusion and frustration. "i promise, there was no bet."

"why would they say that then?"

"i don't know, but i promise there's no bet. throughout the months we've been together everything i've said was real." he said, desperate.

heeseung stepped closer.

"what i felt for you was real," he scrambled to get his phone from his pocket, opening his messages app. "you can go through my phone all you want, ask any of my friends-" you raised a brow.

"not those friends! i mean sunghoon, jay, jungwon.. you know." your raised brow made him sputter. "to be completely honest, they've been ignoring me after they heard about what happened.."

you looked at him hesitantly as you scrolled through his messages with shaking hands. you scrolled for so long, you even reached to the messages months before you both got together.

he didn't have any messages to his basketball team group chat unless it was announcements from his coach. the group chat with his actual friends were only filled with his pining over 'the girl on the back of his biology class.'

"heeseung.."

"there's no bet, baby. i'd never do that to anyone." he whispered, stepping closer. "i can't lose you like this.. i love you."

you sniffled as you came crashing on his chest, letting tears fall again. heeseung immediately wrapped his arms around you, sighing in relief as he finally have you back in his arms.

"i was so worried baby." he mumbled, kissing your head.

"i love you forever. i'll kill everyone who tries to get in between us again," heeseung pulled you closer if it was even possible.

"and if they do, i'll make sure to fix everything even if it means the whole world would hate me."

★ PARK JONGSEONG ( 1.0k wc )

jay was confused.

the both of you had a very well planned date tonight, so he was utterly puzzled to see that you weren't responding to his messages. for heaven's sake, you didn't even read his messages, he was just left in delivered.

he had tried calling multiple times but was only met with your automated voice telling him to leave a voice message. it came to the point that he had enough and decided to drive to your house.

throughout the drive, jay wondered what could've happened. he couldn't think of anything that would make you upset like this, he hoped that you just fell asleep and forgot to have your alarm on.

walking up the porch of your house, jay rang the doorbell and was met with your mom who opened the door with furrowed brows when she laid her eyes on him.

"good afternoon mrs. l/n, is y/n home?" your mother's frown deepened, hesitantly looking at the stairs behind her before looking back at him. "i'm sorry jay, she said she doesn't want to see you?"

that caused jay to furrow his brows as well. "wha- may i ask why?"

"i was hoping you'd tell me." if jay was confused a while ago, he was even more confused now and frustrated.

"can i see her, please?" he pleads, the older woman hesitantly opened the door wider to invite him in, and before he could ascend up the stairs, your mom stopped him.

"jay.." he looked back. "i don't know what happened to you both but take it easy on her, alright? she's been crying, i can tell." jay gulped and only nodded, sending your mom a pursed smile.

he knocked on your bedroom door, when no response came, he tried to turn the knob and was thankful that it wasn't locked.

jay slowly opened your door, seeing you curled on one corner of your bed as your body shook from your sobs you tried to keep silent.

he could feel his heart break at the sight. stepping a foot inside the room, he mentally cursed at himself when he accidentally bumped on to your mirror causing your head to shoot up in alarm at the sound.

your already glassy eyes was once again filled with tears as your eyes met his. jay barely dodged the pillow you threw at him, screaming at him to "go away and never show your face to me again."

jay frowned and came closer until he was sat on the edge of your bed, ignoring the words you just shouted at him.

"baby.. what's- what's wrong?" he asked, attempting to hold your hand but you retracted it and tried to throw another pillow at him. he swiftly caught it and brought it back down gently beside you.

"was it worth the one month of free car wash?" you spat through hiccups. jay stayed silent, confused.

"of course it probably was, that's what you do right?" the sight of your swollen and red face kept breaking his heart, he was still confused on what you were talking about but he'll let you talk.

this way he knew how he'd make things better.

"make me fall in love with you in exchange of a month's free of car wash.." you muttered, your eyes still boring on to his. at your words, it finally clicked. "..am i really worth just that much?" another sob.

right, he had forgotten to end the call when his 'friend' came barging into his apartment. you had probably heard all the nonsense the guy sputtered.. but surely you must've heard the way he defended your relationship and swore at that him too?

"i thought.. high school days were done jay. please just leave me alone now. you got what you want." jay shook his head, coming closer and pulling your body to his.

he wrapped his arms around you, his hand rubbing your back as you sobbed hard. he didn't try stopping you when he felt your weak punches that you threw at his chest, his own tears clouding his vision but he didn't dare make them fall.

"you got it all wrong, baby." he whispered, rubbing your nape as your face now rested against the crook of his neck. he ignored the wetness there. "i'm guessing you overheard the conversation with sungjae?"

you nodded, now calmer but not pulling away.

"did you also hear the way i told him to drop the stupid bet he kept insisting to happen? the way i kicked him out of my apartment?" you stayed silent, only sniffling as a response.

jay sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist tighter and pulling you closer.

"the whole campus knows sungjae's an asshole, baby. he was a jerk who thought that being a dick to others were entertaining, and i guess that's why i was like that back in high school.. i wanted to be accepted in their group."

"but we're in college now, i left that group but somehow sungjae's here and is pathetically still stuck in the past." he pulled your face from his neck, cupping your cheek and wiping away your tears.

"i've loved you since high school.. and there's no bet, baby. the moment he had found out i was dating you, he kept bringing up a bet about how long we would last.. but i always shut him out, told him to cut it out and that there will be no bet happening, especially if you're the one getting betted on."

new fresh tears come rolling down your cheek, this time they were tears of relief. glad to know that everything was real, that you weren't just a toy.

"you promise you'll cut him off starting now?" you whispered, looking at him with big glassy eyes.

"i've cut him since high school, y/n. it's him who's keep clinging to me. but i promise he won't be saying anything about the both of us anymore." jay pressed your foreheads together, pressing a soft peck on your lips.

"you will forever be the prettiest and the only one i'll ever love this much in this world, my baby."

★ SIM JAEYUN ( 0.5k wc )

jake watched you run away in confusion, staring at the laughing crowd and turning to look at your locker only to be met with the note he has been telling everyone to throw away.

he angrily took it from your locker, ripping the small paper into pieces. "how many times have i told you to cut this shit out? do you want me to report all of you for harassment and bullying?" he raised his voice at the crowd who had stopped their laughter.

"that's what i thought." he frowned, pushing past them and running after you.

jake knew what everyone was doing the moment it spread that he was dating you. he had received dms telling him he could do better and if he was merely toying with your feelings.

he had told them countless times to drop it, even going far as to almost punch the person who has created the bets if it wasn't for sunoo holding him back. he had hoped that it wouldn't reach you. it was another one of his reasons on why he always went to school earlier, just in case it was placed on your locker. unfortunately, you were earlier than him today.

it's not like he was tolerating it, he had tried countless times to report it but they'd only say it was probably only for fun and he shouldn't take jokes seriously.

but jokes were meant to be funny, right?

jake opened the door that lead to the rooftop slowly, peeking his head to look if you were there. to his luck, you were.

your back faced him while your bag was placed down carelessly beside your feet. jake approached slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you further.

"baby?" he mumbled loud enough for you to hear. you turned your head towards him, showing him your tear stained cheeks. "oh, y/n." he sighed and held your cheeks, wiping away the salty liquid off your precious face.

"jake.. why are you dating me, of all people?" you ask through tears, avoiding his eyes.

jake's eyes softened, he dated you because you were different from everyone who wanted to be like the everyone else, did that make sense? you were your own person, you didn't care about social status, wealth, his circle of friends, and whether someone was good looking or not. you were soft hearted, to the point that you had let others take advantage of that leading them to walking all over you.

and he hated that.

"why not you?" he said softly, tilting your chin up so that you could meet his eyes. "you're everything i've ever needed."

"you can tell the truth." you mutter, looking at jake. his mouth formed a pout, heart broken at the way you had so little love for yourself.

"i am telling the truth, baby." he whispers, taking your hands and placing them on his face before putting his own hands back on yours. "everything is a joke to them when i'm involved." you whisper, ignoring the way your voice broke.

"we don't care about what they think, they're all just jealous. everything we've been through and what i feel for you are real, no jokes." he smiled, pulling you closer to him.

"you promise?"

"baby i'd choose you over anyone in this world over and over again until the heavens above is tired of me."

★ PARK SUNGHOON (0.7k wc)

sunghoon frowned, confused and hurt. he wanted to fix whatever happened, so he took his phone from the couch and his car keys from the wooden bowl in his foyer.

it was when he was in the elevator that he noticed his phone was open. his breath hitched, finally knowing the reason for your departure and choice of words. sunghoon quickly left the group chat and started dialing your number.

it was true that you were a bet. were. he didn't even know why he agreed, maybe because he wanted so badly to fit in. he didn't want a repeat of middle school, so instead of being the bullied and made fun of, he was now the one doing those to others. he wasn't proud of it at the slightest.

that doesn't excuse his actions though. the longer he spent time with you, the deeper he fell. sunghoon never planned for you to find out this way, he already had a plan. first he had to get rid of his 'friends', tell you everything then ask you if you still wanted him to meet your parents.

guilt always ate him alive whenever you would stay over and sleep by his side. he couldn't bring himself to meet your family knowing he hasn't told you everything and the truth.

he felt like his heart would jump out of his chest as he stood infront of the door of your house. if he died tonight on the hands of either your father or older brother, he'd welcome death with open arms.

i deserve it.

he audibly gulped when the door opened, revealing.. you. the way your brows furrowed at the sight of him tightened his chest. he stopped you before you could even close the door on him.

"y/n please, let me explain everything.. o-okay?" the way his voice cracked and the unshed tears in his eyes almost made you give in, but upon remembering what you've read, the anger in you was back.

"explain what?" you spat, turning to look over your shoulder before back at him. "that all those months i've spent loving you," you pointed at him harshly. "was just for entertainment? tell me, what was in it for you, huh?"

sunghoon shook his head, the tears now flowing down his pale cheeks. "no, no! i promise, please i love you." he reached out but you stepped back, biting your lip as you held back the tears.

"just.. leave me alone sunghoon," he felt his heart crack even more. "you've had your fun, you can laugh about i all you want now." you were taken aback when he knelt infront of you, hugging your waist as he sobbed.

"what the-" sunghoon tightened his grip on you, muttering along the words of 'im sorry', 'never meant to be like this', and something along the lines of regretting something.

"sunghoon- oh my god." you groaned as you descended to face him. "please, i didn't mean to. i-" he hiccuped, "i'm sorry, i know it was stupid and there's no reason for me to accept the bet- but i just wanted to fit in. i wanted them to take me as a part of their circle- but, but i soon realized that it was stupid." he looked at you with swollen eyes, desperation swam in his dark irises.

"because i realized that hurting you isn't worth being a part of their asshole group. it started with a bet, i admit, but i truly love you, please believe me." a sob made its way out his throat as he clung into you, his arms circling your neck. "it wasn't a lie whenever i said i'd meet your parents, i was constantly trying to get rid of them first before i met your family, i didn't want to meet them until i've told you the complete truth."

your own tears descended down your cheeks, your heart hurting for yourself and sunghoon. you stayed on the floor wrapped around each other for a moment before you both helped each other up to your feet, he looked at you intensely with red bloodshot eyes. "i'm sorry, i understand if you don't want anything to do with me anymore."

"i understand hoon," you whispered, bringing your hands to cup his face. "but you have to understand too that i can't trust you fully right up again." he nodded, putting his own hands on yours as he kissed your palms.

"i know.. and i'll spent the rest of my life earning it again. i love you."

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[bi-writes]

I think first make out session of Simon and his mail order bride happened because she wore sundress all day ~~ i'm a bit addicted to the way you writing Simon

mail-order bride

reader described as curvier/plus-sized 18+

simon has gotten away with a lot of things ever since he married you. he's kept a respectful distance; gentle touches, affectionate ones, sure, but it's been easy to brush off the itch in the back of his head ever since he scratched it just enough when he kissed you for the first time.

when the itch becomes too severe, he's been able to hide away for a little while; running it out of his system working out, shaking it off in the field, drinking so it quiets when he makes his way to the pub.

but it's gotten a lot harder lately to pretend he doesn't see you for what you are.

a pretty girl.

he tells you that you're pretty all the time. in the mornings when you're still waking up. sitting at the counter as you watch him make sandwiches for lunch. pushing the cart in the aisle at the market, picking out the right cuts of meat or seeing which crisps you both can enjoy for movie night. and you are pretty all those times, all the time, in fact, and you were pretty when he kissed you, too.

but fuck. you're also...you're also so fucking pretty.

simon kicks off his boots at the front door, holding a few paper bags in his hands from his trip to the store. the weather has been getting warmer, summer creeping by (his most dreaded season since it forces him to take off layers he'd rather keep), and you had been begging simon for some sweet icy treats and a water fountain for the cat (it'll keep her from drinking out of your water glasses, simon).

when he steps into the kitchen, you're coming in from the backyard, flowers in your hands that the neighbor must have given you.

and you're wearing the cutest little white and red sundress (and suddenly he doesn't hate summer so much anymore).

it's got a cherry pattern on it and puffy sleeves. the bodice hugs you until the middle, where it fans out in a pillowy skirt, stopping just above your knees. there's a soft bow tied around the back, but simon really can't help himself from his eyes that narrow in on your figure and how incredible you look with the sunlight behind you.

"hi, simon," you coo, and simon glares, fucking tease. he has an inkling you don't even know what you're doing to him, you can't, not with that sweet little smile and the way you rock onto your toes. you even tied your hair up with a bow, and simon can't help but feel like you're his little gift, all wrapped up just for him.

one he wants to pluck, unravel until you reveal whatever you've been hiding underneath it all--

"oh! look it! oh, simon!" you giggle, grabbing the bag from him when you see the box that pokes out of it. you pull out a sweet, red ice lolly, cherry-flavored, and you lean up on your toes to give simon a big, wet kiss on his cheek before sucking it into your mouth. "mmm...thank you...just what i needed, it's so warm today."

bloody fuckin' christ.

your tongue is so pink. it's sliding up the edge of it until you suck it back into your mouth, and simon lets out the shakiest breath. it's unlike him, and you turn to face him fully when you notice the way he's staring at you. he looks good today, dark denim jeans and a wrinkled white t-shirt that stretches around his big arms, and your eyes dart to his tattoo sleeve for just a moment before you smile back up at him.

"what?" you ask him gently. "you want some?"

instead of offering him his own lolly, you simply tilt yours in his direction. he huffs, letting out an irritated laugh before he leans forward a licks a fat stripe up the side of the cherry ice.

you smile a little as he does, and you don't even realize your gaze has dropped. you're eyeing the way his mouth moves, taking in the hinge of his jaw and the light stubble along it and the scar that stretches across his whole face that you kiss sometimes when he falls asleep before you.

he groans a little as he takes a bite of the lolly, and you seize at the sound, dropping the lolly into the sink on accident as you scramble to look up at him. you stare at each other, lidded brown eyes just piercing into your own. you're quiet for only a few more moments before you're throwing yourself at him.

he nearly slams you against the closest wall. your back hits it firmly, rattling the pictures that hang there, and you throw your arms around his neck as he kisses you feverishly. his hands slide down your waist to your lower back, and you stand on your toes, his palms cupping your ass before he picks you up with ease, guiding your plush thighs to wrap around his waist as he holds you there.

you don't know how long you kiss against the wall, but you're breathless when he pulls away. you chase him, kissing along his nose, his cheek, any of the skin that you can get, and simon grunts lowly, cradling the back of your neck.

"we shouldn't," he mutters.

"why not?" you whine, and he hisses, looking into your eyes, hungry, big man, struggling to keep himself away from you. but it isn't what you want, you want him to kiss you, you want more, more, more--

you stand back on your toes, pushing him backwards. simon follows you, his hands bunched around the skirt of your dress as you walk him further into the living room until the couch hits the back of his knees, and he sits with a heavy breath. you bend to go sit in his lap, and simon curses under his breath, leaning his head back against the couch as your cleavage crowds his line of sight.

"fuckin' christ, baby," simon says lowly, running a rough hand over his face. he grunts when you take a seat in his lap, stretching your knees to straddle him, and you cage him in with your arms as you guide his chin back down so you can kiss him. you slot your mouth over his, kissing him lazily, and when you press your chest against his, he breathes out heavily when he feels your pebbled nipples through your dress. "fuck--fuck, fuck--"

"not yet," you giggle between kisses, and simon groans audibly as he slips two big hands under your dress and grabs both sides of your ass, his fingertips slipping under the lace of your panties so he can get a warm feel of you. you sit yourself down deeper in his lap, and you pull away slowly when you feel him underneath you.

he blinks his eyes open slowly, and you tentatively sit a little more in his lap, your eyes widening a little when you feel him between your thighs.

holy fucking shit--

"jesus," you stutter, and he looks away from you, ears reddening, and you're quick to cup his cheeks to bring his eyes back to you. you smile a little, leaning in again, and you press your forehead to his before giving him the gentlest grind of your hips. "oh--simon--" you kiss him again, soft, whispering against his lips, "s-so...you're so--"

"mhm," he nods, and you move so your lips are against his ear, giving him a light kiss where his jaw and neck meet.

"i'd say you're too big for me," you sigh, closing your eyes, "but i'm a riley now." you giggle. "'n we can handle anything..can't we, simon?"

"shit--"

you squeak a little when he wraps a hand in your hair and tugs, pressing your pelvis to his as he ruts his hips up against yours. you kiss him hard, slipping your tongue into his mouth, and he chokes on his moans, big arms keeping you pressed to him as he pants into your mouth.

he stills, face a little scrunched up as he sits there with you. you keep kissing him lazily, exploring the way he tastes, licking over his teeth and bottom lip, up until he pushes you just that much away and groans in frustration.

your eyes open, and you giggle, and simon smooths his hands up the bodice of your dress, his eyes blown wide as he takes in how pretty you look in it. pretty little angel in his lap, a nice weight to ground him as he tries not to think about the mess he's made of himself.

"i assume you like the dress?" you ask, and when you laugh, simon can see the red on your tongue from the lolly. he knows if he kisses you again and sucks on your pretty tongue, you'll taste like that awful cherry, taste as sugar-sweet as you really are. simon leans back a little, propping you up on his thighs, shaking his head as he runs a big hand down his solid middle.

"well," simon mutters. "'aven't cum in my fuckin' pants since i was a bloody kid, so i'd say so."

"w-wha--! simon!"

you cover your eyes, overcome with shyness, with warmth, not believing really that anyone could you want that much. that anyone could really want you at all.

but when you laugh, he does, too.

[mina-org]

part one - part two - part three (you're here!) - part four - part five- six

simon can't believe how far hes fallen.

Lurking outside high street underwear shops, stealing your phone, worst of all? He’s sipping tea in an overpriced coffee shop, you used to always want to meet him in the place opposite but he didn’t fancy a public indecency charge so he’d let you sit there for while, order drinks for the two of you and wait, when his tea turned told and yours had been drank you usually got a text saying to come over, he didn’t feel like going into town.

Your not even with him explaining that matcha is actually really good and he should try it, no your fawning over johnny and he’s watching his bird. He hopes this is rock bottom but he feels like it’s not.

"lass if I dinnae know better, I'd think ya' was avoiding me" his playful tone doesnt hide the hurt, he wants you to feel bad for ghosting him, and you do. Johnnys never been mean. Never mistreated you, why are you punishing him for Simon’s mistakes?

"im sorry, I know you and simon are close but he really did number on me and I just, I just don't wanna risk bumping into him." he can praticularly smell the the anxiety coming off you.

"Aye he’s been going mad, wants his wee bird back." Johnny says feigning sadness for his mate. in honestly Johnny was enjoying it, you were talking to him, looking at him, while simon gawked at you two from across the road.

you laugh, "no he wants a warm hole." you blurt out, causing Johnny to laugh, he expecting you to cry or something but not be that blunt.

“Lass hes just nae used to-” johnny tries to defend him but you cut him off, frustrated, you were what? a decade younger and knew how to treat people well.

“Used to what? He’s 40.” You snap back, Simon was old enough to know better.

“He’s nae 40 yet hen, and he’s not used to tiptoeing, ya know?” He laughs at you adding years to him, he’s sure Simon is seething but he can’t quite make out his expression

“Tiptoeing?” You question. You can accuse Simon of a lot of stuff but tiptoeing? Not fucking one of them, if stomping on people was an Olympic sport he’d be bringing home a gold medal.

“Yeah like your so sensitive lass and he’s nae really used to it.” Johnny says simply and when your face drops he knows his choice of words could maybe use some work especially when you excuse yourself to the bathroom.

Johnny cant help himself. he can see simon through the window, sipping on his tea as he watches this little pre date. So he calls him up, simon was saying earlier he misses that pretty voice well he actually complained about how much you used to talk at him and how the peace and quiet was actually nice.

However Johnnys an expert in simonisms and that means he miss you and wants you to come back to him, he gets the same treatment, they all do. telling him to be quiet.

when you rejoin the table his phone is face or screen down, speaker pointing towards you, next to a another drink for you.

How sweet of him:)

"had to keep ya here somehow," he explained as he asked how you were doing, you had left the flat so defeated. He hated to see a pretty girl so sad.

his eyes seemingly look pass you though, getting lost out the window. Usually he was attentive maybe he didn’t want to slag off Simon, but he keeps pushing, asking how you’re feeling, what you’ve been doing and though his eyes drift back to the window but you can ignore it, for now.

"I don't know,“ you stare into the drink you stir it, the ice clinking against the glass. “It just hurt and I feel so stupid.” It’s practically a whisper, you look like a kicked puppy and Johnny, Johnny’s staring out the window with a smirk on his face. Does he find it funny? Is he gonna tell Simon? Why would you slag off Simon to his best mate?

Anxiety starts to bubble, and you just wanna leave before you embarrass yourself anymore.

Your gaze follows his out the window, now you don’t have binoculars but that looks a little like Simon, weird. It would look too weird if you were to pull out your phone and zoom in with the camera. You start to feel for your phone but it’s not in your pocket, you must’ve slipped it into one of the bags.

“Johnny do you have the time?” You ask softly and before he can react, you’re flipping over his phone and greeted by Simon’s caller ID. What the fuck?

“Johnny what the fuck? “

“Lass-“ johnny doesn’t have time to concoct a lie, your up and glaring down at him, he’d never seen you angry but it was hot, he just wished it was in different, more come backable circumstances.

“No johnny what the fuck, has Simon been on the phone this entire time?” Your voice cracks and your lips tremble, embarrassed you opened up to him, Simon’s best fucking mate, embarrassed Simon knew how much he hurt

“No I don’t give a shit Simon can go fuck himself and so can you” you cut him off again, he can choke on whatever he was gonna say.

Before johnny can ask for his coffee in a to go cup you’re out the door, rushing home, tears stinging at your eyes once again. You just want to sprint home once you hear johnny belt out your name and you speed up, darting down an alleyway.

You wipe your tears before colliding into a wall you swore wasn’t there on the walk into town, a fleshy, human wall.

Its Simon.

Once again! How perfect .

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[whateverloomis]

🖤 Dilf!Billy Loomis x AFAB reader (Stepcest)

🖤 Part 2

Warnings: Stepcest, predetermined family, fingering, teasing, p in v, roughness, infidelity, unprotected sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight degradation, mentions of Stu, age gap (middle aged Billy and reader in their 20s,) AFAB reader (no pronouns,) unedited

Your mother had never been shy with her love life. She's had multiple partners after your dad passed away. Random hookups with attractive older men happened pretty often too. You're sure it's all been to fill the void and drown the unwanted emotions.

You've never really had the best relationship with her, you bud heads a lot and have grown distant since your biological dad passed, not to mention the countless arguments about every little inconvenience.

For that reason and many others you haven't been secretive about the attraction towards your step father, Billy Loomis. You don't care if he actually loves her or not. You'll let any selfish thoughts cross your mind and oh boy, you want that man inside you as soon as possible.

He's been living with you and your mother for 2 years and as time went by it got more difficult to contain yourself around him, especially since he openly flirts with you and you swear that one of these days you're going to jump on his cock the second you find a chance.

One particular day your mother left for the weekend on a business trip. You were more than sure that she'd been cheating on Billy with his best friend, Stu Macher. They've worked together for years and it's so obvious that they've got something going on.

To be completely honest, you wouldn't mind having Stu as your next step father. He's just as hot as Billy and you never miss the way that he checks you out whenever you're around him. Gosh, if you could have both of them at the same time you know you'd cum the second they both lay hands on you.

Being alone with Billy for the weekend was going to be difficult. You haven't hooked up with anyone in so long and touching yourself isn't satisfying anymore. The way he shamelessly walks around shirtless with sweatpants that highlight his cock drives you crazy and you don't know how you'll survive around him.

Because of that you were feeling bold. You wanted to risk it all, and you did.

It was a Saturday morning and you wake up ready to take the day off to relax after a long week. After you brushed your teeth and showered, you went to the kitchen in just a thong, a thin cotton crop and knee high socks. You knew Billy would walk in the kitchen any second after hearing the water turn off in the shower and were ready to pounce at any moment.

"Well good morning to you too." The sound of his deep voice instantly sent shivers down your spine.

Billy was standing against the countertop behind you shamelessly looking at your exposed ass and gorgeous legs. His hair was damp from the shower and slicked back. No shirt on. Grey sweatpants. He was out to hunt and you were his easy prey.

Turning around, you smiled innocently at him and pointed at the stove, "You want pancakes? I'm making myself some."

Billy could see right through you and he wasn't playing your games.

At your question he chuckled and walked towards you. His hands instantly found your waist and his eyes captured yours, "I'm hungry for something else," he said and squeezed your flesh slightly, his eyes lingering on your tits before scanning your face.

He was driving you mad. You couldn't help but bite your lower lip to suppress a pathetic moan that threatened to come out of you.

Billy seemed to notice and smirked at your reaction, "I don't think your mother would like knowing you're walking around the house looking like that while I'm here," he said and it was your turn to chuckle at his nonchalant comment.

"I don't think she'd like to see her husband grab me like he is right now but here we are," you answered and he lost it.

Billy ran his hands down and under your ass cheeks before picking you up. He sat you on the counter and positioned himself between your legs. His large hands rested on your thighs and he occasionally squeezed them.

"Don't use that tone with me," he said half serious and you laughed teasingly as his words.

"Why? Is daddy gonna ground me? Hm?" you teased further and Billy grabbed your face with his right hand under your jaw, making you look into his eyes. You smirked at him and that was enough, the man crashed his lips against yours and kissed you hungrily.

You were desperate. Both of you were. Your hands were tangled in his hair and he was holding you impossibly close to his body. He groped your ass as you rocked against him slowly.

He was hard and needy before, but having you like this was going to make him cum right then and there if he wasn't careful.

Billy slid one of his hands from your ass to your hip, down your inner thigh and finally over your core. He felt the wetness through the fabric of your thong and he gasped at you mockingly, "I've barely touched you and you're already soaked," he said and you whined softly. So desperate to feel him inside you. Your body ached for his cock.

The man couldn't contain himself much longer. He was already pulling your panties to the side and playing with your cunt. Rubbing your sensitive bud in circular motions and running his fingers down to your throbbing hole, dipping them just enough to pleasure you but not enough to satisfy the craving. He was torturing you. Torturing himself.

"Mm... Billy please," you moaned and grabbed his big hand, pushing his fingers all the way inside you and whining at the feeling of finally being filled up. It still wasn't enough but fuck did it feel amazing when he started to fuck you with his fingers.

You throbbed around him and he groaned at the feeling.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good... I bet you'll feel better around my dick," he whispered in your ear as you fucked yourself with his fingers.

You grabbed his cock and felt how big he is. Gosh you were so right when you imagined him as you rode your dildo in your room alone at night.

"Mmphh... Please fuck me," you begged and Billy pulled his fingers out of your cunt, sucking on them teasingly and moaning at your taste.

He pulled you towards him by your thighs and you wrapped your arms around his neck instinctively. He held your legs around his middle and carried you to his and your mother's bedroom.

After he released you, you crawled on the bed and positioned yourself on the edge on all fours, giving him a perfect view of your behind. You slowly removed your thong for him and revealed your glistening cunt.

Billy groaned at the sight and pulled his sweatpants down just enough to release his throbbing cock. He wanted to eat you up and taste your whole body but right then he couldn't handle the sight of your waiting hole. He'd been wanting to bury himself inside you for so long, and when he finally did you both moaned at the same time.

He didn't bother to wear protection and you honestly didn't give a fuck at that point. You didn't care if your stepfather knocked you up, as fucked up as it sounds.

"Ahh fuck... Harder Daddy, harder!" You nearly screamed, and to that he complied.

Billy grabbed your hips harshly and pounded you hard enough that you felt his cock all the way up your stomach. He pressed your head against the mattress, your back arched perfectly for him and the sight of your ass cheeks bouncing against him was nearly enough to make him cum inside you, but he was smarter than that of course.

"Getting fucked by your stepfather, who does that?" He shamed you and it made you throb around him. You were nearly going to cum just by hearing his words, it was a chase for release between the two of you.

After a few more thrusts the knot inside you finally broke as his tip brushed against your gspot. You came around him and screamed at the feeling of the intense waves that were coursing through your body. You had one, two, three mini orgasms after the big O and fuck you needed more.

Billy nearly bust his load inside your sweet pussy, but he managed to pull out and cum all over your back. He took a mental picture at how good your body looked covered in his seed.

"I'll clean up the mess for you," he whispered teasingly before giving you a lingering kiss.

As he walked into the bathroom you heard the front door open. Your mom and Stus voice echoed in the living room.

Fuck.

"I'll take care of it..."

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I know I know, we hate cliffhangers but I love teasing y'all :p ;)

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