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messenger-of-babel · 16 days ago

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Home is Where the Heart is

Summary: You could never tell what Jason was thinking, and this particular night he has a lot on his mind. (Jason Todd x reader)

Word Count: 2.0K

Notes: Mini vent- had a bad day and this week has been really tough so I’m changing up the layout of today as well so I could put out a fic that was a little easier on my mind (I always need to have more pep in my step when I write for my lanterns idk why haha. So sorry Kyle my baby I want to do you justice so you're on backburner). It was indeed written to Ed Sheeran on loop cause I needed to lock in fr. ❤️❤️

Enjoy Lovelies~! xx

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When Jason looked at you, you often wondered what he was thinking.

What was passing through his mind that made his irises gleam that brilliant shade of emerald or let the natural curve of his smile adored his face. However, every time that you asked he just blew his hair from his eyes gruffly, but let the smile stay. "That's a secret," he'd say before his hand would pull you to kiss side and he'd press a soft kiss on your forehead.

It was a little known fact that the Red Hood was in fact Jason Todd, but it was known to even less that Jason Todd was actually a romantic at heart. Sure, he had a mouth on him, and he was on the receiving end of your hand up the back of his head more often than he wasn't. But he was also the quiet kind of clingy, the kind that would never ask to hug you or initiate contact, but would stay up so he could have your back pressed against his chest the second you slipped into bed. He'd laugh when you brushed the hair out of his eyes, the scar on the corner of his mouth unable to stop his boyish grin. It was those moments in your kitchen that made you think that maybe, just maybe, your life was all normal.

You knew it wasn't.

When your fingers brush against his forehead you know that the white tuft in his hair was a painful reminder of his death, the scar on his lips you so lovingly kissed caused by the very man who had killed him. His hands were littered with small scars from blocking knives and protecting his head from glass instead of childhood memories of climbing trees. His back was a canvas of white slashes that intersected in a map-like pattern, a surface already so touched that the symmetrical red lines you left seemed less stunning in comparison. Legs sporting burn marks, bruises permanent along his ribs; that was the Jason that you knew. So even if some days you pretended that he was some ordinary civilian like yourself, you still loved Jason with all your heart.

On this particular night he had come home from patrol, sitting on the kitchen counter while you patched him up. You had been a pretty awful field doctor the first time you offered, but he braved through your prods and pokes with a wince. He didn't say anything about the way you wrapped the bandages too loosely or that you had forgotten some antiseptic and had given the wrong type of topical painkiller. Jason could see the worry on your face, so he leant forward and kissed your forehead tiredly, thanking you with a soft murmur.

You didn't need to know when he slunk off the bathroom to rewrap the bandages, or when he reapplied ointment in the right area. He picked glass out of his own skin when you missed some, letting the shards clatter down the sink. All that consumed him was the thought of how soft you were when you handled him, when you passed the bandage around his middle, or when you tried to clean the wound with as little antiseptic as possible to try and prevent the stinging. He normally hated having to doctor himself up, meaning that even the smallest of injuries tended to scar under his negligence. Yet with you he had been ashamed of the scars, hyper aware of how your eyes lingered on them. More so, how other people stared at them when you were out together. So, for months he spent nights in the bathroom redoing the handiwork you insisted so passionately on learning, just so that there wouldn't be a scar you could blame yourself for later.

You were absolutely perfect, so there was no reason that he couldn't be for you too.

You had become better though, and that was through the help of Alfred. Now you had patched him up efficiently and tightly, patting his hip affectionately when you pull the bandage tight. "Almost done," you smile up at him, fingers pulling the end of the bandage tight and reaching for a bandage clip. "Just got to secure it and you'll be good to go."

He smiles and drops a tired kiss to your skin as usual, pulling your fingers away when you’re done so he can raise them to his lips. "Thanks, darl." he grins, eyes tired but grin still lively as ever. He slides off the counter to wrap his hands around your waist, kissing your nose. You just huff and give him a side glance, arms circling his neck without hesitation.

"What's got you all worked up?" you ask with a light laugh when he’s overly affectionate with you, making Jason groan and drop his head into your hair.

"Just tired." he mumbles. "Bruce pissed me off again today, started lecturing me on the way home."

"Bruce pisses you off most days." you chide. "How did you ever escape the lecture?" you chuckle, moving with him as he begins to sway.

"I turned the commlink off and came up through Southside Gotham so he couldn't follow me." he grins.

There it was.

"There's always something with you, isn't there?" you shake your head, beginning to spin around with him softly in the candlelight. He laughs, and you imagine it’s the sound of a young boy finally getting to live life normally again.

"Always is, babe. you know me." he chuckles, and his eyes flutter over to the candles you have on the counter. It was always dark when he came home normally, and in his tired state he hadn't questioned it. After all, his family worked best in the dark.

"Power outage at the moment?" he asks.

"Power got cut off." you murmur back with a sigh. "We missed last payment. Only a few days, but you know how quick they jump on those these in Gotham. It's all paid up now, but it'll take a day or two to get back. Cold things from the freezer are in the washing machine with the ice blocks."

He hums, stroking a hand up and down your back. "You're well prepared. Sorry for making you deal with them, I'll handle it next time, I promise."

Jason hated using Bruce's money.

Not only was it something that sat bitter in his mouth ever since he had come back, but he didn’t need it. Dick had also rejected it and moved to Bludhaven, and even though he'd never admit it, Jason respected the way he managed to build a home for himself there. He wanted to do that too, and he could do it damn well by himself. He still took some money, but it was no more than a wage from Bruce. He considered protecting Gotham his job, and he wasn't stupid. He wasn’t going to let his pride get in the way of helping you both live. He hated to see you stress about finances, but you never asked him. You never asked him to reach out to Bruce for more or reach out to Bruce yourself.

The first time rent had gone up it had nearly priced the both of you out of the cozy apartment you lived in, and you had been in tears for days trying to find a second job to cover the expenses. Yet you didn’t come begging for Bruce's assistance, no. You looked at him with those teary eyes and asked him to help make a budget with you so you could figure a way out, and you did. You were the most resilient person he knew, the most resilient person he loved.

He held you closer as he spun you softly around the kitchen.

You were going to need to be resilient.

He inhaled the scent of your shampoo and let his arms bask in the warmth of you. Your skin against his made the thrumming in his side ease and the headache blistering behind his eyes subside. As you relaxed against him, his head raced of all the ways that he could tell you. Tell the most perfect being that had ever walked into your life that he was leaving, and not only that, he was going to have to break your heart on the way out.

He cursed Bruce. He cursed Bruce for making enemies that had cunning greater than his own, for dragging him into the mess he had created. He had yelled and spat and screamed at the older man until his voice resonated off the cave walls, storming from the cave after tonight's fight. Bruce had asked the impossible of him, after they both got their asses handed to them in a surprise attack. They had taunted Bruce, not the Batman, and had enough evidence to bring Bruce's world and carefully hidden persona crumbling down around him. It just so happened that they had enough to bring Jason's down as well.

They knew about you.

Pictures of you had fluttered down towards him, filling him with an indescribable sense of fear. As hard as they fought, they had let the new visitor of Gotham's nightlife slip through their fingers and Bruce had asked him to break up with you not a second later. There was no empathy, there was no kindness or waiting for it to sink in for him.

But there never was.

In that moment Bruce was Batman, but Red Hood had been the scared Jason Todd.

How did he tell you that he wanted to break up when that was the furthest thing from the truth? That he would walk through hell barefoot and dunk himself in the Lazarus pit again if that mean that you were still there to warm his bed at night? How could he tell you that he didn't love you when his heart ached to tell you it every time he got the courage? He could play the tears, play the part of a sad breakup. That part was easy, considering how this was shaping to be one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do. It was the rage that he couldn't muster, for once. Rage was something that he saved for the streets, a place already so crime ridden and scummy that his bitterness and anger were practically masked under the filth. It wasn't a place for your home, the little shelter the both of you had carved out of Gotham with your own two hands.

So, he spun you around the room, eyes watering with tears yet to shed as he thought about how to let you go. He knew you wanted to stay, and that made his heart ache in return. It was like losing a part of him that hadn't even been lost yet, a void already forming in his chest. He sniffled lightly and thankfully you didn’t hear or notice his arms squeezing tighter, as if to imprint the feeling of you against his body. He tried to tell himself it was only a temporary thing, that he could explain it all to you later when the threat was done. That thought often lost against the conjured image of your heartbroken eyes his mind created to torture him, and the persistent thought that you'd probably never want to see him again when he was about to break your heart so violently.

You don't notice something is wrong until the first tear hits your hair, silently giving way to more. You notice the slight shake in his arms and the tension still wound in his body. Normally the stiffness in his muscles flowed out of him like water when he stepped over the threshold of the house, but not tonight.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask softly, pressing into him to try and comfort him, your heart panging in confusion at his strange behaviour.

Jason would never tell you, but when he looked at you he wondered what the rest of your life together would look like, and if you'd ever considering changing your name to 'Todd'.

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carmensbrain · 25 days ago

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Hi, how are you? I hope you are well :)

Can you write some headcannons About Simon Henrikson(cry of fear) being your boyfriend, how you met, what he thought of you before and these things

Thank you in advance :D

(sorry if it was bad, English is not my first language)

Hiya! I’m doing well thx for asking!!

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(I have dyslexia and no proofreader so apologies for spelling errors!!)

Contains- a bit more angst than intended oops..

Rating- E for most brains

Warnings- none

Authors note- sorry if this is buns or I didn’t read your request right!

Fic starts below cut!

How would you meet?

♡ You first saw Simon at the freedom festival, he was sporting one of those black hoodies with text that was more than likely something so pessimistic it looked ironic, fitting for a metal music festival.

♡on the way back you walked alone, being the only one in your group who didn’t live in the area.

♡the train station was cold, dim, and strangely damp. It was far too late for anyone to be catching trains to school or work so the terminal was empty, a total ghost town, other than that boy again.

♡ a chilled breeze rushed through the tunnel as rain began to pour above ground, sending a shiver down your spine as you sat on one of the benches in the middle of the tunnel. The surface was colder than the air surrounding you, making you regret choosing to wear a tshirt for the festival.

♡ while you were wallowing in your unfortunate outfit you hadn’t noticed that the boy had moved to sit on the other end of the bench holding a grey hoodie out to you.

♡ “uhm… are you sure?” You ask, tilting head to look at the boy, something about his hair messily strewn about his forehead and tired eyes made you feel grateful you hadn’t gone with a jacket today.

How would a relationship go?

♡ at first it would be difficult to get him to open up or reciprocate any physical contact but he made it known that he cared for you by taking you out around the town, usually ending in you two sitting on the roof of your apartment building talking about your week.

♡ when he would initiate physical contact it was in small doses. He enjoyed holding your hand in his while walking at night, his cold skin being warmed by yours. Brief hugs would show him that you truly did care, slowly warming him up to letting himself smile.

♡ he was overwhelmed at first, feeling undeserving of the love and care you gave him. He was terrified that you wouldn’t really love him if you knew about his problems so he kept quiet for the first few months.

♡ he did eventually confess what he was going through to you, hands shaking as he struggled to get the words out. To his surprise you didn’t leave, didn’t chastise him for his weakness, didn’t even make a face, you simply pulled him into a tight hug while telling him that it will be okay and that you’re happy he told you. He stayed like that for the rest of the night, falling asleep against you on your couch, his mind finally letting him enjoy the moment.

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shixcherie · 29 days ago

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Sweet Like A Cherry| Kim Hongjoong ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

☆☆ NOTE : I want to take a moment to apologize for any confusion caused by the overlapping scenes in my fic with @ja3hwa's dilf series. It was never my intention to cause any misunderstandings or plagerise her beautiful works. She has been a huge inspiration to me, and having read her fics in the past, I realize that some ideas may have stuck in my mind while writing this one.

I've worked hard to change those scenes completely and take the story in a more mysterious and mafia direction, which I had initially planned.

Also, a big thank you to @whatudowhennooneseesyou for helping me recognize the similarities and pointing me in the right direction. I truly appreciate it.

I hope you can overlook this minor mistake and continue to support me as I move forward. Your love for my work means the world to me!

Thank you and sorry again @ja3hwa

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☆ Day 11 : Age Gap, Dilf

↬ [ Synopsis ] : A birthday fling with Hongjoong takes a shocking turn when you realize he's your dad's best friend and he's hiding some dangerous secrets. Now, trapped on a family yacht, your growing desire for him becomes impossible to resist, unaware that someone has been watching both of you closely.

☆ Word Count : 2.4k ☆ Genre : Smut. Some Plot. ☆ Pairing : Dilf!Hongjoong x F.Reader [ Park Y/N, Seonghwa’s daughter ]

☆ ☆ ☆ WARNINGS : Dad’s best freind Joong. Joong is on the run from someone. Stalker-ish, someone is watching you both closely. Mutual Masturbation, but reader is unaware of him watching her. Cum play.Mentions of alcohol.Nipple play.Dirty thoughts and fantasies. Pet names (honey, baby). Sir kink. Hongjoong is in his late 30s and he is nasty while reader is only 23 (Oopsie, but enjoy). Mildly Noncon (no permissions were asked).

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“Cheers to 23!!!” all your friends screamed as tequila shot glasses clunked together, celebrating you. You had just turned 23, and what better way to celebrate than throwing a huge party at Havana, the finest club with the best cocktails and liquor in town?

Your dad, Seonghwa, had suggested a birthday yatch trip, butyatches you can do anytime, your dad owning a big private one. You can’t celebrate your 23rd with all your friends in town just whenever, so you politely declined, asking to postpone it for another day. But there was one more reason as well.

Your friend group has a tradition, kinda stupid, but spicy. The birthday girl has three tasks for the evening:

First, drink the Havana exclusive, El Fuego del Caribe, a signature cocktail known for its fiery blend of rum, chili-infused tequila, and a splash of tropical juices.

Second, engage a stranger in conversation and buy them a drink.

Third, get a picture clicked while having some kind of fun together, the kind of fun you can decide.

Being the least experienced with relationships in the friend group, this turned out to be a daunting task for you, especially the third one.

Anyhow, this birthday girl pulled them all off.

The intense yet exciting task list started with you approaching the bartender, plopping yourself at the bar, and winking at him. That’s how you ask for Havana’s exclusive, and when he winks back, consider your order taken. That was easy, first task, done!.You downed the drink at once, your friends watching from their table. The alcohol burned your throat as it went down, sweet and spicy with a sour aftertaste.

Now, time to catch a stranger for a fun night. As your eyes wandered around the club, checking out some sexy guys, you spotted this man eyeing you from the other end of the bar. You threw him an alluring smile as you studied him. He looked to be in his late 30s, well-built, with a left brow slit, tattooed arms, and to seal the deal, a very inviting devilish smirk. An overall yummy demeanor.

Let’s go with him.

He came and sat down next to you, and a very engaging, flirty conversation swooned you both into a small bubble of your own. You learned his name was Hongjoong, and that he had just come back into town after almost a decade in the States.

Hongjoong was captivated by you the moment he took a sip of the drink you bought him. Your charm, the way you carried the conversation, and just how beautiful you were, it all aligned perfectly with what he desired in a woman.

After hours of talking and throwing back shot after shot, things were a bit hazy for him, but one thing was crystal clear: he was hooked. He flirted shamelessly, and you only encouraged it, turning playful teasing into something more when you grabbed his arm and led him to the private room, ready to check off the last item on your list.

Ahhh… the fun you both had.

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Waking up with a throbbing headache, you vaguely remembered being dropped off at home by your friends, Hongjoong’s face flashing across your mind as a smile crept up.

He was perfect. But there was a teeny tiny problem, you couldn’t remember what exactly you both did, or if you actually took the picture.

Feeling a little sad that you might not see him again, you walked into the living room where breakfast was being served, only to see a familiar face. Hongjoong, sitting right there with your dad in the living room, deeply engrossed in conversation.

Why is he here? Did I drag him back home? Why are he and Dad talking like they're best friends?

As you nervously approached them, their eyes landed on you. Hongjoong’s face paled, the blood rushing from his face as his eyes widened, mirroring your nervous expression. He recovered himself quickly.

“Ahh, Y/n! You’re up. Hongjoong, meet my daughter. Y/N, this is my best friend Hongjoong, he's finally back from the States after almost a decade,” Seonghwa introduced, oblivious to the fact that you two had already met.

“Hello, Y/n.” Hongjoong said, his voice firm, almost neutral, but with a tiny smirk on his lips as he extended his hand for you to shake.

“Hi, nice to meet you...umm...” you took his hand, unsure of what to call him.

“You can call me Hongjoong.” he assured you, his grip firm, sending jolts of electricity through your body. Pulling your hand back slightly, you went to sit at the breakfast table, sneaking glances at Hongjoong from time to time, his gaze reciprocating with equal... intensity?

Wow... I slept with Dad's best friend? Why the hell can’t I remember what we did last night?

“Y/n, about the yatch trip. Why not turn it into a little get-together?” Seonghwa asked, to which you slightly nodded. “Hongjoong, you should join us too. My princess is 23 now, and you're back after so long. We should catch up with all the boys, and you need to meet their kids as well.” he announced excitedly.

Damn. This is going to be the end of me. The thought crossed both your and Hongjoong’s minds.

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The yacht was big enough to fit everyone who showed up, which was a relief. There were plenty of activities and services, so the trip seemed like it would be fun. Luckily, even with the crowd, you managed to get a room for yourself. After the chaos of your birthday night, some alone time was exactly what you needed. Now, settled in one of the small but cozy rooms at the back of the yacht, you finally had the privacy you wanted.

The only problem? It was right next to Hongjoong’s.

Night fell, and everyone retired to their rooms. Hongjoong stood on the deck, the memories of that night still fresh in his mind as he glanced at the photo you had taken on his phone during the heat of the moment. When he met Seonghwa the next day, he had no clue you were his daughter, he didn’t even know Seonghwa had a daughter, let alone a beautiful twenty-three-year-old one.

But what will they do about this? Will they try to harm you for being associated with him? Are they here, watching him and you?

~ your birthday night ~

The music was in sync with your heartbeat as your eyes locked with Hongjoong, his devilish smirk igniting desire and not helping with the wetness building down south. Leaning in close, your breath hot against his ear, you whispered, "Let's go somewhere private."

Making your way through the sweaty mush of drunk people on the dance floor, you led him to a secluded room. The door clicked shut as you turned to him, slowly unbuttoning your top, letting the fabric fall from your shoulders. This was your kind of fun.

Hongjoong’s gaze darkened as you grabbed his drink, took a sip, and spilled it down your chest. The liquid covered your skin, trailing down your boobs, giving them a glistening look that made Hongjoong’s mouth water.

"Clean me up, sir." you teased, watching his eyes burn with desire. That “sir” in your angelic sweet voice had him down bad for you.

Without hesitation, he pulled you by the waist, your body crashing into his, sending sparks through you. He lowered his head, his tongue flicking over the trail of alcohol on your skin, his large hands busy squeezing your ass. You gasped softly, your hands tangling in his hair as he licked and sucked your nipples, and Hongjoong sucked hard, releasing the nipple with a pop sound.

"Tastes so sweet, like a cherry, baby." he said, continuing his licks.

The sensation, his words sent sparks through your body, as he was busy cleaning the remnants of liquor off. His mouth was hot, his tongue teasing, tasting you in a way that left you craving more, needing more. You gasped, tugging at his hair, the heat between you rising.

Adding to the moment, you reached for your phone, accidentally grabbing his and snapping a picture, interrupting the moment. "Oops, wrong phone," you smiled at him innocently. "Will you keep it for me, sir?" Your innocent request earned an amused smirk from him.

"Only if you promise to see me again." Hongjoong teased, smirking, the tension between you far from over and only left you both craving for more.

Was he regretting that night? No.

He definitely felt a connection, an intense one, the first time he laid eyes on you in Havana. Your playful, banter-ish conversation was a gentle push toward those unannounced feelings his heart was welcoming, and the night in that private room definitely sealed the deal.

He was more curious about what was going on in your mind.

But knowing your feelings might open a can of worms that he wasn’t ready for.

And if they found out about your associations with him... What would they do to you?

As he walked back to his tiny room, almost as if his prayers were answered, soft moans caught his ears, halting him in his tracks.

"Joong... aa... I need you," you moaned, your fingers rubbing against your dripping cunt, trying to relieve some of the ache, your back to the door. The whole evening had been tense with Hongjoong in your vicinity, and it took everything in you not to jump his bones. But...

Why has he been distant? Is he avoiding me? Does he not want this? What’s his deal?

Pushing those questions aside, you focused on the pleasure, recalling the night of your birthday. The way his tongue moved on your chest, the way he sucked your tits—it all felt so vivid. Suddenly, everything felt hotter, thick drops of sweat coating your forehead despite the air conditioning set to its coldest.

Hongjoong, watching you pleasuring yourself through the glass door of the cabin, curtains slightly pushed aside, was torn with dilemma, as he’d definitely felt someone watching him the whole evening.

Should I go in? She definitely wants this... She does feel something, right? But what if they find out?

What if they come to this town looking for me? Will Y/N’s life be in danger? Will they come after her too?

"Joong, please... touch me, sir..." you whimpered, your fingers rubbing harder against your cunt, waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your left hand squeezed your tits, the same ones Hongjoong had once covered with sweet kisses, unaware that you were being watched.

Hongjoong’s dick hardened at the mouthwatering sight, forming a tent in his pants. Shit, he needed release, and he needed it now. His hands automatically went to his clothed member, touching and rubbing, trying to soothe himself.

Checking to see if the hallway was clear, he pulled his throbbing cock out, hoping to relieve that ache, even just a tiny bit, as your moans provided music to his ears. His mind took him down the rabbit hole where his dirty fantasies lived, away from the world. Your taste still fresh in his mind, his pace quickened. The idea of bending you over and fucking deep inside, with his girthy dick exploring your insides, was something he desperately needed to happen.

He covered his mouth as dangerous groans threatened to escape his lips while his hand worked on his throbbing cock, rubbing ferociously. His eyes flicked to you—the sight of your lips between your teeth, eyes tightly shut, sweat dripping off your face—pushed him closer to the edge.

Your fingers quickened against your cunt as you rubbed harder and faster, breathless moans leaving your lips, traveling to Hongjoong outside the door, pushing him over the edge as he came hard in his hand, slick dripping down his legs. Your fast movements also pushed you off the edge as you came undone on the fluffy sheets.

Hongjoong and you both breathed deeply, trying to recover from the intense high, and just when the timing couldn’t have been worse, he heard footsteps approaching, heading toward your rooms at the back of the ship.

To save both you and himself from getting caught, he entered your room, causing you to freeze at his sudden entrance, all your actions coming to a painful stop. Your face turned cherry red. Embarrassed.

Was he watching me this whole time? Fuck! Fuck! I even called his name out loud. He definitely heard that... Fuck my life! Your mind was a mess, embarrassment taking the best of you as the older male stood in front of you, wet stains in his pants showing that he had cum.

"Y/N, stop... someone’s coming," Hongjoong said, warning you about someone approaching the back of the ship. "Pretend you’re sleeping," he added as he gently laid you on the bed, tucking you under the covers. He quickly hid behind the door, the room dark enough that no one outside would see him there.

The footsteps came to a halt in front of your door, lingered for a few moments, then walked away.

Who could be up at this time of night? Hongjoong thought to himself. Ah, probably one of the kids. He decided to check to make sure the path was clear, and to his surprise, no one was there. Hmm... was my mind playing games with me?

“All clear,” he announced as he turned towards you, hand still holding the door knob, ready to leave. He took one final glance at your sleeping figure, about to step out.

“Are you gonna leave me already, sir?” your voice dripped with innocence as you sat up on the bed, propped on your knees, looking almost like an angel fallen from heaven. A request Hongjoong so desperately wanted to fulfill but couldn’t, as his eyes flicked to the window behind you, a red cross plastered on it.

Shit! Are they here already? Is this them telling me they’re watching me?

I need to get out of here, and fast. And I need to make sure they don’t harm her, he thought to himself.

“Sorry, angel,” he said, gripping your cheeks and pecking your lips. “I can’t put your life in danger.” He lingered there for a second before backing off and leaving the room, disappearing into the darkness.

What did he mean by he can’t put my life in danger? Is someone after him? Why the fuck did he have to kiss me... if he has no intention of being with me?

What is going on, Joong? What are you hiding?

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

DISCLAIMER: This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

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it-happened-one-fic · 3 months ago

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Come My Way - Silver

Author Notes: So, this was certainly a thing. I started writing this after the Diasomnia chapter while listening to AmaLee's cover of "Come this Way" from the Inuyasha anime and it kind of spiraled from there. I decided I'd play with the entire red string of fate thing despite it being rather heavy-handed in terms of romance since Prefect and Silver have some interesting ties within the storyline which I have considered writing an analysis of for my analysis blog. (plus I do find the red string of fate to be quite romantic at times and it was a nice tie in for all the other Inuyasha stuff) I came back and edited this fic to the original version of the song "Come" that is seventh ending theme of Inuyasha. All in all, the fic ended up long, but I still found it intriguing enough to post since I didn't have a fic in particular planned for this week. As per usual, reader is gender neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender neutral reader /sfw /fluff /some drama /romance /spoilers for Diasomnia chapter

Word count: 2584

Fated love was something that seemed to only occur in fairytales. An amusing thought for someone from the country of the fae to have. But to Silver, the idea of meeting someone he was fated to be with despite the many obstacles life could hold was beautiful, but also rather improbable.

Especially when he considered his narcolepsy.

It was almost like a fond dream, perfect and wonderful, until he awoke and the dream was shattered.

And yet, when he first saw you, Silver felt a glimmer of something akin to recognition.

But he knew, for a fact, that he had never met you. There was no way he could have since you were from an entirely other world that was supposedly devoid of magic.

So Silver had initially shrugged that strange sensation of familiarity off. Deciding that you probably just had one of those faces that looked incredibly similar to someone else’s.

But he’d still wanted to get to know you. Out of curiosity, if nothing else.

The mere idea of even meeting you soon seemed to be perfectly impossible, though. Because it was like the world itself was endeavoring to keep the two of you apart.

And maybe it was. You weren’t from this world, and, if Silver thought logically about it, perhaps it was best if he didn’t talk to you.

Maybe he didn’t need to let whatever this pull was that seemed to draw him inevitably towards you have its way. After all, if he were already so intrigued by you without talking to you, then he didn’t see how it could get any better once he did get to know you.

And then, if you did as you no doubt wished and went home, he would be left alone.

Alone and empty, he feared, if the sensation that he was close to meeting someone beyond important to him that swelled within him every time he saw you was anything to go by.

Initially, he’d kept his thoughts to himself. Better that way, since he didn’t want to bother anyone else with the strange, foreign feelings. But when he started seeing you in his dreams, always distant but ever present and seemingly unreachable. That was when it had gone on long enough.

Lilia had smiled at him amusedly when he’d explained the strange sensation that he knew you despite having never met you and the urges he felt to speak to you. To get to know you.

It was as if the ancient fae had already known, and he even nodded like he was completely unsurprised as he’d spoken. His tone oddly pleased, “I had wondered if this would happen. They do remind me of you, after all.”

Silver had felt his eyes widen at his father’s words before he shook his head in confusion, “How are they like me?”

Lilia had laughed aloud at his son’s words, rubbing Silver’s head like he was still a small child as his eyes gleamed with amused fondness, “Why, you’re both diligent, reserved, good children. Humans who don’t judge others by their race and who are capable of forgiving even the greatest of evils. You both serve as a sort of light within the darkness to the hearts of those you touch.”

Silver had felt himself smile, shaking his head at his father’s words but knowing better than to deny what he’d said. Lilia had always doted on his son, and even if Silver didn’t agree with the image he painted, Lilia wouldn’t accept his refusal.

Lilia had sat down next to Silver on the bed, his eyes narrowing with amusement, “Let me tell you a story from another land far, far away.”

Silver had focused on his father’s words, frowning slightly in determination to remain focused without falling asleep.

“In the same land that holds the great Loong dragons, there is a story of a red string.” Lilia had spoken in a soft voice, the one that always lulled Silver to sleep but also held the greatest of secrets.

“No one knows what spinning wheel weaves this string; perhaps it is the wheel of life itself. But legend has it that this thin strand of red ties you to your fated one.”

Silver had nodded, not surprised by the contents of the legend. It was much like other stories that revolved around fate, but he tilted his head nonetheless, “A single string seems an odd choice for a tie that binds.”

Lilia had nodded, giggling slightly before he continued, “It is, isn’t it? But that fragility hides incredible strength. Just like how love can seem fragile, but can weather even the greatest of storms, this single thread of red string is strong. No matter the distance, time, or circumstance, it will remain strong.”

He’d blinked, his pink eyes gleaming in the darkness like some sort of omen. A subtle reminder that there was more to Silver’s father than met the eye as he finished, his voice dropping and having caused Silver to still ever-so-slightly, “Perhaps it could even stretch across worlds, should fate will it.”

With only those words, it became beyond clear what Lilia had met when he’d started his tale and how it connected to Silver’s trouble with you. Silver had shook his head slightly, smiling softly, as he’d realized what Lilia was doing. It hadn’t the first time his father had teased him about romance.

“Father, I don’t think a thread of legend is what is causing me to be fascinated by Y/n,” At Silver’s words, Lilia had nodded. Smiling to himself, like he knew a secret that no one else knew anything about.

Lilia’s hands had found Silver’s, and the ancient fae had looked down at his son’s hands, calloused from the use of the sword, as his own rough thumb had slipped over his son’s pinkie finger, the smile on his face spreading, “Perhaps not… Perhaps not.”

The days wore on, and Silver had thought very little of the discussion he’d had with his father, even as you remained an ever-present thought in his mind.

And then he’d finally interacted with you.

It had seemed more like an accident than anything. A small blip in the plans of the world as time itself had seemed to slow around the two of you, and you blinked at him in quiet surprise before you smiled.

It had been a very brief interaction, with you almost bumping into him in a doorway as he’d started to enter a classroom. You’d backtracked quickly, laughing slightly as you apologized and moved out of his way even as he’d assured that there was no problem and that he should have been paying better attention to where he was going.

And after that, Silver had found himself bumping into you more and more. Spending time with you between classes. Waking up to find you sitting next to him, like you were protecting him. Before long, he was even walking you back to your dorm.

“Silver, it seems you’ve befriended the Child of Man. You’ve been spending quite a bit of time with them,” Malleus’s smile had been beyond smug as he greeted Silver one day when Silver had only just gotten back from walking you to Ramshackle dorm.

Silver had blinked at the prince’s words, half-startled, before he nodded, “Yes, Y/n and I have been helping each other with classes.”

It was strange, in many ways, to use an evasive remark when Silver had known he hadn’t been doing anything wrong, but something about the way Lilia had smiled at him from around Malleus. His large eyes, narrowing with amusement as he looked at his son, that had Silver faltering.

“They are quite charming, aren’t they? It seems they have won over most of the school by now,” Malleus’s fingers had brushed across his lips as if he were trying to hide the amused grin that stretched across his face.

But his words were true. Silver seemed to have been the last one to reach where you were, and now that he’d been standing next to you, he’d noticed something.

You worried about and for those around you. A little bit too much, in fact.

Silver suspected that was why you’d wound up in so many situations, to the point where you were something of a celebrity within the school. One that was either hated or loved depending on who you spoke to.

But you went out of your way to help those around you and did your best to keep up with your peers, even though there was no way you could truly succeed in the magic-related classes.

It was like you were running from something and using everything to distract yourself from whatever that thing was.

And perhaps that was why Silver hadn’t been surprised when he’d found you asleep on your couch, where you’d passed out before he’d shown up to study with you.

The fact you had been asleep wasn’t odd; you’d been falling asleep during the day more and had mentioned not sleeping well at night before. What had been concerning, though, were the marks of dried tears on your face that had caused Silver to frown as he’d knelt down beside you.

Because that was what he had been worried about even then. That you weren’t letting yourself rely on others and were instead pushing yourself to support everyone else and avoiding your own problems.

For someone who’d been magically transported to a world that wasn’t your own, you seldom mentioned your home and took a surprising amount in stride.

He’d remembered how you’d looked when Leona had overblotted. Grimly determined and afraid. But Silver had suspected that fear had been less in regard to your own potential injury and more for Leona himself.

He hadn’t said anything, though. Silver knew when someone didn’t want to talk about something. But he also knew that if you ever needed him, he would be here. Right by your side and waiting.

You hadn’t come to him with your troubles, though. Instead, you’d bore them in silence all the way up until shortly before Silver’s entire world changed.

That day, you’d been different.

“Y/n, what is it?” You jolted from your fidgeting motions, as if Silver’s soft voice had startled you, and you’d looked at him with wide, almost fearful eyes that had caused him to frown.

You’d relaxed, though, something that he’d wondered about even then. Was it a natural reaction or forced?

“I… I just feel like something’s going to happen,” Silver had tilted his head at your words, so unlike how usually laid-back you were.

“How so?” You’d met his gaze as he spoke and kept his voice soft and carefully controlled as he’d leaned forward and towards you.

“Do you believe that dreams can sometimes predict things?” Silver had felt his eyebrows raise at your words, and at first he’d honestly thought you were teasing him. But a single glance at your expression, worry-filled as it was, had told him everything.

“Fa- Lilia has spoken of prophetic dreams and people who can see things before; why?” You’d nodded at his words, looking away as if you were deep in thought.

And after a brief moment, you’d looked back toward him. A forced smile sweeping across your face that was nowhere near as natural as the one you usually wore.

Your hand had found his, surprising him slightly as a tingle had seemed to shoot through him at your mere touch as you’d spoken, your smile softening as you’d seemed to reassure yourself, “I just hope everything stays like this.”

Your words had lingered in his mind, playing on repeat like an omen, until the day had come when Lilia told him he was leaving.

That was when everything had shattered, and suddenly, somewhere in the back of his mind, Silver had wondered: Was this what you’d been worried about?

He hadn’t gotten a chance to ask or even see you until after everything had happened.

Lilia’s farewell party had come; Silver had confessed everything about his feelings and frustrations to Malleus, and then Malleus had overblotted.

Silver knew he was lucky, though. Lucky that, in some small way, you’d warned him. And lucky that the very moment he’d fallen asleep, he’d known something was amiss.

It had been subtle, but in the midst of the slightly off, too-perfect world that was his dream, he’d felt it. A gentle tugging at his pinkie finger, like a thread was wrapped around it, was being pulled.

The sensation sent a jolt through him, and Silver turned, his eyes widening as he caught sight of a bird trailing a strange rainbow light. And then he knew what was wrong with everything that surrounded him.

Where were you?

If this were a perfect world, you’d be here. And the fact you were missing was why he’d felt so empty. Because you were nowhere to be seen. Almost like you’d never existed.

Light seemed to flash around him, like stars guiding him forth as he ran forward, chasing that rainbow bird and following that invisible thread that seemed to pull him onwards.

It was a sensation he recognized and was familiar with. He knew who lay at the end of this path, even if he didn’t fully understand what was going on.

Somehow, someway. You were calling him, even if you didn’t know it.

Silver had vowed very few things in his life. To defend Malleus, to care for his father, and to protect those dear to him. And finally there was the silent, unspoken oath that now pushed him forward from behind, as the promise of your presence pulled him onwards. The oath he’d made with himself to stay by your side.

It was a selfish oath that he’d made without entirely realizing it until now.

Instinctively, he closed his eyes as he burst forth through the edges of his dream and into the corridor of dreams that would lead him to you. And he saw something he’d never seen before.

Something he now suspected his father had seen a long time ago, all those days ago when he’d first told him about that legend about fate and threads.

It was a thin red strand, so fragile-looking, but pulled taut as it connected him to something further down the invisible path before him. And he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, where that thread would lead him.

So he ran. Shouting your name even as he burst forth into a new dream. One filled with inky shadows as it crumbled to pieces around you.

“Y/N!!” At his shout, you looked up. Your eyes wide from where you stood in the center of the collapsing dream, clutching Grim to you.

“S-Silver!” You faltered, having to stop yourself from stepping towards him as you slowly ran out of space to stand in as Grim yowled something that came out garbled in his distress as Silver reached out to you.

“Hold on to me! Both of you,” There was no hesitation in your motions as you grabbed onto his hand, and he wrapped an arm around you as he pulled both you and Grim up against him.

The words of his spell held new meaning as he spoke them with you at his side, “To the person I met someday, to the person I will meet one day….” He glanced down at you, now knowing that you were that fated person.

“Meet in a dream.”

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ivysangel · 7 months ago

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I am dead serious when I say that you guys need to start giving writers feedback more often. I have a fic here that has a total of 4015 notes and only 218 aren't likes. So, let me break this down for you a bit.

Of 4015 notes, 186 are reblogs and 32 are comments. Two reblogs, as well as comments, are mine so I'll subtract them from the equation making the total number of notes 4011 (184 rbs, 30 comments, 3,797 likes).

Of the 184 reblogs, 16 are private, meaning they're absolutely useless in spreading and sharing the piece. The remaining 168 consists of 136 reblogs falling under "other reblogs" while only 32 fall under "comments and tags." And of the 32 under "comments and tags," only 9 have something besides a copy of the tags that I included in my initial post.

The 184 reblogs make up 4.6% of the total notes, the reblogs under "comments and tags" make up 0.8% of the total notes, and the reblogs under "comments and tags" with anything besides tags copied from the initial post make up 0.2% of the total notes.

At one point, I reblogged the post, asking if anyone wanted a part two. That's when I got my first comments. The first 6 comments were in response to that, and of the 30 total comments (excluding my own), only two were unrelated to a part two. Which means I can guarantee that I wouldn't have had that many comments had I not posed the question of a sequel fic.

And if I add those 2 comments to the 9 reblogs, I get 0.3% of the total notes on my post that make up the portion of notes that aren't likes, empty reblogs, or comments about a part two. And that's me being generous because two of the reblogs actually do mention a part two.

I also posted a poll asking what people wanted in part two, and that poll got 238 votes. That is 54 people more who voted for what they wanted in a part two that didn't reblog or help push part one.

Don't get me wrong, I love seeing people in my notifs liking my posts, but sometimes it's just not enough. It is utterly exhausting waking up to multiple hundreds of notifications and not seeing a single person compliment your work. You guys will like stuff, follow, and then head straight to the inbox asking for more. I know it's been said a hundred times before, but we are not machines; we do this for free in our spare time.

The post in question was written when I was tired out of my mind, and I ended up not liking it, so I let it sit in my drafts. I briefly mentioned it on my blog and was met with one of my followers showing interest in the idea, which prompted me to revise, edit, and post it. It was a gift, as are all fics and pieces of art by writers and artists on this site, and yet it was treated like a commodity.

When people say it's unmotivating they're not kidding. When I had 100+ asks in my inbox, all of them being requests, I felt like I had the worst case of writers block known to man. I would open my inbox and immediately close it because the idea of posting anything knowing the only response would be more requests, was awful.

When people leave little messages in the tags, full-blown commentary, or kind messages in my inbox referencing posts, I feel more motivated than ever. Those responses are what drives me to write more. But when I, and other writers, are being treated like we're here to cook up whatever fantasisies you have in mind, I can't help but side-eye a little.

We wouldn't write if we didn't enjoy it, but the moment it feels like a job, it becomes that much less enjoyable, and then everybody loses. Just send a kind message to your favorite writers every once in a while. I promise it'll make their day.

I would also like to say that as I've written this, I've seen more people like that post. So, there's that.

#i hope this makes sense #it's 5 am and i haven't slept yet #★ just yappin ★

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b4tasquad · 1 year ago

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omg you should do a niko fic where they meet during a video and he couldn’t stop flirting , which confused everyone since he doesn’t do it much in videos

Authors note: a small one til I finally find the time to write something between spending time with my family on vacay🤷‍♀️😪

Warnings: cussing ig

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“Ladies first.” Once again the guys are left shocked as Niko continued to treat you like you were a saint, unfairly put in a room with immature adults. Chunkz and Aj looked baffled at each other as the taller boy puts his hand around the back of your seat, and leans closer to whisper something in your ear. In their many years of knowing and working with Niko, they had never witnessed him be so… flirty.

When you had initially been invited to a beta squad video, you were thrilled. Not only did you love their group dynamic, but you were also a really big fan of their content. You weren’t unknown, if your millions of followers had a say in it, but being recognized and asked to collab by some of the biggest people on the internet was humbling.

While you were often calm, collected and could socialize very easily, today was a little different. In a room of all very famous men, there was no such thing as arriving relaxed. You were terrified, akin a little girl starting a new school. Upon meeting them though, your worry was quickly washed away. They were incredibly nice while introducing themselves and had a comforting thing about them that instantly made you feel better.

The video you were filming was for one of their most known series and today it was ‘Guess the Influencer’ seeing as you were an influencer, guessing who had the same lifestyle as you wouldn’t be too hard. Or you had thought.

Niko watched with a teasing smile as you wondered who to vote out. To begin with, Aj who was sitting on the other side of the table was supposed to vote someone out, but as he got ready, Niko interrupted him.

“Y/n should go first.” When Aj threw him a look of both disbelief and spite, Niko continued, and you guessed it was to redeem himself. “Since she’s a guest and all.”

Aj hadn’t looked too thrilled, but just shrugged, ultimately not putting up a fight like he usually would. But now, as everyone awaited an answer, you wished he’d gone before you.

“Fuck I don’t know who to pick.” At your words, all of them let out a laugh, Kenny’s obviously being the loudest. “Shit.”

Like little school boys, the guys continue to giggle over your choice of words. Hearing you cuss shouldn’t have had them this appalled, it had become kind of like your trademark in the industry after all, but seeing it live made it all the more funnier. Niko who still chose to stay close to you, leaned even closer to you.

You kinda figured that he was flirting with you along the way. If his gaze and words didn’t make it clear, his urge to stay close to you did. First, you had tried to be professional, but as his efforts became more frequent you couldn’t help but submerge yourself in the feeling of being wanted. You weren’t dumb enough to pass up an opportunity to flirt with Niko Omilana of all people.

“I’m voting contestant 2” If the guys heard him, Niko knew they’d never let him live it down. One thing was flirting with someone, but being so blinded by desire to cheat was something he’d never hear the end of. So with that knowledge, the Omilana made sure they couldn’t hear.

To them, it just looked like he was saying more flirty things. “Niko stop distracting, Y/n.”

Chunkz took a hold of Niko’s neck, pulling him back to sit straight. With a grin, he let himself be pulled, hands raising in surrender as a little chuckle escaped his mouth. “My bad.” He didn’t hold any remorse at all.

His stare was hot on you as they all waited for an answer. From the contestants to the beta squad, everyone was eager to get to the voting part, and were waiting for you to start.

What had possessed you to say it, you didn’t know. But as you looked at Niko after your words left your lips, his smirk and cocky expression showed everything his mouth didn’t tell.

“I vote contestant 2.”

#niko omilana #beta squad #✭b4tasquad speaks #aj shabeel #chunkz #sharky #king kenny #fiction #youtube

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pixies-and-poets · 11 months ago

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Smithy Gang Headcanons

Hi, friends! I'm extremely grateful for the positive feedback on The Forging, and definitely want to write more SMRPG stuff; I've just been working on other priorities lately. However, my brain has been busy churning stuff over, even if I haven't had the time to sit down and write a story yet.

So I wanted to jot down some of my headcanons for the Smithy gang, specifically the forging order of the main members. I thought of a sequence where Smithy created each as a response to shortcomings he saw in their predecessors. This timeline will serve as a framework from which I can write future stories.

I don't think there's anything here that goes directly against canon, but I'm not as much of an SMRPG expert as I am with some other games lol, so feel free to tell me if there's some kind of Japanese-only line that contradicts me. Also let me know your own ideas if you want!! I am new to being a proper fan in this fandom :P

First, some general notes: I don't really have a good definition for who Smithy himself is, where he came from, or what his world is like, and I don't know if I ever will, since I find some degree of ominous mystery to be more interesting. Also - while I've seen the Gang described as "robots", while that may be true in a sense, I think of them more as "constructs" - I don't think they're powered by wires or circuitry or anything like that, but rather arcane magic. They are not powered by AI, even in the sense that a more nuanced and self-aware robo-sentience might be (see examples in the Marioverse: TEC, Beep-0, JEANIE), but a more traditional type of consciousness/soul that Smithy has learned to work with, as if it were yet another material. (This isn't abnormal for the Mario world, where we already have living bullets and bombs and the like- and in an ironic twist, also makes them somewhat similar to Geno, who is a consciousness inhabiting a form that would not produce sentience or mobility on its own.)

This isn't really a fic, although it's long enough to be one, lol. I hope you enjoy!

First there was Exor; but Smithy did not create him. In fact, Exor was Smithy's beloved blade, the reason for his obsession with living weapons in the first place. But Exor is a being even more ancient than Smithy, who just happened to bond with him in his lifetime. The sword can grow to a massive size, and is never truly destroyed, but will reappear and reforge itself throughout history. The otherworldly creature that attached itself to Exor and brought it to life has been known to some as the Neosquid.

Now Smithy, in a sense, was his own first experiment - gradually replacing his organic parts with malleable metal, not only to extend his own life, but to make himself more suited for a variety of purposes. This was a process that never really had an end, as he was always experimenting, creating new heads for himself. But when he was satisfied enough with his initial efforts, Smithy sought to create life in his own image, and in the image of his beloved Exor. Among other adventures, he spent time in Subcon, the Land of Dreams, studying the enigmatic nature of consciousness - at least enough so that he could harness some of its unfathomable magic for his own ends.

Boomer was the first of Smithy's prized creations (yes, because I like the idea of the one called "Boomer" being the oldest). Originally created to provide a sort of companionship to Smithy in the form of strategic advisory and being a bodyguard- and also to provide friendship, although Smithy would never admit it. Over time, Smithy became distracted with his newer and flashier works, and grew tired of Boomer's overly serious and staid nature. Though their relationship has grown distant, Boomer's fondness, gratitude and loyalty for his creator has never faltered, and he will defend Smithy to the very last of his existence. In turn, Smithy has never put forth plans for machine-made Boomers- the younger creations speculate it's because he's too outdated a model for this to be worth it, but perhaps it's because even now, Smithy considers him irreplaceable.

Bowyer was the next-forged. Smithy sought to make a commander who represented a long-range weapon, to contrast with Boomer's katana; and also a more creative and inventive personality to offset Boomer's traditionalist and unadventurous nature. When Bowyer was born, Smithy found that he had accidentally gone way too far (in his opinion) in this new direction, leading to a creation that was so erratic he refused to even speak like those around him. Smithy found Bowyer a hard-to-control troublemaker who would rarely listen to him (or Boomer) and seemed unhappy most of the time, not fitting in with the world he had been forged into. Bowyer would also leave arrows all over the place, sticking out of random things in the weapon world - this is when Smithy had the bright idea to create arrows with consciousness, so they could return to their leader on their own. To Smithy and Boomer's surprise, Bowyer became a lot more joyful and content when he met his little Aeros, and they all became an inseparable entourage.

Smithy became creatively blocked while trying to think of his next big project, largely due to the stress of Bowyer's early behavior. Instead, he came up with a number of smaller-time minions, some of which were the Shymores, based on the Shy Guys he had observed during the time he had spent in Subcon. The Shymores were a playfully destructive group, and after seeing Bowyer's happiness with the Aeros, Smithy decided to forge a creation who was destined to be a leader from the outset; and also one with a mischievous streak, yet toned down from Bowyer. And so he made Claymorton, who later called himself Mack. He was a beloved leader to his rowdy group, but perhaps too social- he ended up neglecting his own training, preferring to play and mess around with his friends, and thus never became very strong on his own.

By now, Smithy was growing frustrated by the failures and flaws that he saw in the personalities of his creations. He decided to think extra hard about the character of his next project: this would be someone who could work completely independently - brilliant, shrewd, capable of powerful magic spells and illusions. Yet Smithy made sure to write in an unflinching loyalty to himself into the new creation's code, so to speak. And lo: at first Speardovich seemed everything Smithy could have ever wanted. Proud, powerful, but knowing his place. He needed no minions, and thus was never distracted, as he could split his own form and consciousness so that one being could do the work of many. He might appear to be older than Bowyer and Claymorton, but in fact he is technically not; he was just created from the outset to be more mature, with the moustache to prove it. And yet, over time, the cracks in this personality began to show. Speary was pompous and did not get along with the other creations when necessity called them to work together. And his respect for Smithy manifested as simpering; a begging for praise and attention which the smith found increasingly unbearable. He was always coming up with unasked-for ideas and input, such as: perhaps all the machine-made units could take the name of a spear in a different language, and "speardovich" could be their overall model name, and that he quite liked Yaridovich for himself personally, and perhaps it would be alright if- but no, Smithy would have none of it. While at first he had beamed with joy at this newest creation, he soon enough kept him at arm's length (or spear's length?) as well.

Finally, Smithy hit upon a brilliant idea - his next creation would be a group of (mostly) equals who could depend on each other without a major power imbalance, keep each other entertained, and stay out of his hair. The Axem Rangers were born, all bearing an energetic and youthful personality which they are still yet to grow out of. They were given control of the Blade, and sent to scout various worlds. They often picked up slang and brought home entertainment from the places they visited, and developed a countless number of inside jokes. The other commanders, and especially Smithy himself and Boomer, found it hard to keep up with them. However, Smithy considered their existence a big success, and remained very proud of them- although this might be due to the fact that he ended up not having to interact with them that much.

...So, that's what I have for now! I'm not sure where all of the Factory enemies fit into this; based on their descriptions, I think Clerk/Manager/Director aren't creations of Smithy, but are the same species as him and recruited from his homeworld. Same with the Chief, aside from possibly not being the same species. Smaller minions like jabits and the hammers would be produced at various points that aren't super relevant to this larger narrative. Count Down was probably made as a fun side-project when Smithy wanted to take a break from weapons per se, and see what he could do with an object like a clock. Gunyolk was confirmed to be created by the Chief. And Cloaker and Domino are weird outliers; I want to say they would be among some of the first things Smithy made, or the latest, in some kind of more abstract and experimental period.

Again - let me know your thoughts and ideas!

#super mario rpg #smrpg #fan analysis #fan theory #smithy gang

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foralternateuniverses · 2 months ago

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Decided to have some fun with those "Rate the Ship" memes, I'm going to start with Acechiji and go from there, I'm also open to ship suggestions (preferably sent to my ask box)

Rate the Ship - Portgas D Ace x Vinsmoke Ichiji

Who realized they were in love first- Ace

Who said “I love you” first - Ace

How did they fall in love? – They find the other intriguing (and also attractive), Ichiji's coldness makes Ace want to dig his fingers under his skin and find the human hiding inside the robot, while Ace's everything makes Ichiji want to pull out his brain and study it, especially when Ace "makes him" bring out things within himself that not even he knew he was hiding, leaving him unstable on his feet and even more annoyed and curious about Ace, shifting their perspectives of the world irreparably.

How was their first kiss? – A moment of impulsivity that takes them both by surprise, is chaste and short, little more than a peck on the lips.

Who proposed? – Ichiji

Who is the best man/men? – Sabo, Luffy, Niji, Sanji, Yonji

Who is the bride’s maid(s)? – Reiju

Who did the most planning? – Ichiji

Who stressed the most? – Ichiji

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? – Judge

Who is the one to instigate things? – Ace

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? – Ace

Who is the stricter parent? - Ichiji

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Ichiji

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? – Ichiji

Who is the more loved parent? – both

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? – Ichiji

Who cried the most at graduation? – Ace

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? – Ace

Who does the most cooking? – Ace

Who is the most picky in their food choice? – Ichiji

Who does the grocery shopping? – Ace

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? – both

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Ace

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? – Ichiji

Who cleans the room? – Ichiji

Who cleans up after the pets? - Ichiji

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - neither

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? – Ichiji

Who takes the longer showers/baths? – Ichiji

Who takes the dog out for a walk? – Ichiji

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? – Ace

Who plays the most pranks? – Ace

Who would have the others’ picture as their phone background - either neither or both

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror- both

Who buys the other cheesy gifts- Ace

Who initiated the first kiss- Ichiji

Who kisses the other awake in the morning- Ichiji

Gives nose/forehead kisses – Ace

Who starts tickle fights- Ace

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower- Ace

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch- both

Who was nervous and shy on the first date – Ichiji (but you wouldn't have known by looking at him)

Gets jealous the most- neither

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day - Ace

Who kills/takes out the spiders- Ace

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk- Ace

When I started shipping it- I was writing a fic where Ichiji ends up with Whitebeard and is there to save Ace and Luffy at Marineford, I wrote a grand total of 1 interaction and my brain went "It's free real state" and they've been growing in my brain like black mold ever since

What makes me happy about them- everything uwu (they're both doomed siblings, two sides of the same sibling-shaped coin, hot fire vs cold fire, "believes themselves unlovable" x "isn't supposed to have feelings/emotions but falls in love anyway", and there's more, they have a lot going on ur honour)

What makes me sad about them- ... canon ...

Things done in fanfic that annoys me- Top Ichiji/Bottom Ace (doesn't really annoy me but I won't read it + there's only, like, 1 fic/1shot with that too so)

Things I look for in fanfic- the fic T.T

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other- Masked Deuce and Shuraiya Bascud, with either is good

My happily ever after for them- Together with their families by their sides (and with Judge out of the picture)

#portgas d ace #aceichi #acechiji #portgas d ace x vinsmoke ichiji #ace x ichiji #one piece ichiji #vinsmoke ichiji #rate the ship meme #one piece acechiji #one piece #op acechiji

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year ago

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Attention TADC fans!

I'm officially opening requests for characters! Below the cut will be my base list of rules in regards to requesting and that sort of thing!

To everyone who followed me for creepypasta, do not fret! Creepypasta is still this blogs default and I'm not going to stop writing it for the forseeable future, I will still be responding to creepypasta based asked in the meantime

oh also, im adding this right before i post this but i do have fluff alphabet requests open for creepypasta, but to my TADC fans, how do you guys feel about the possibility of me reposting that list and letting you guys ask for it? im still kinda itching to do alphabet stuff... let me know ! ill probably do it anyways but i want yalls input!

without further delay:

RULES:

please do not spam requests, i know it will be hard to enforce this on my end since i want to keep anon enabled since i know it can be intimidating to ask for stuff non-anonymously

since the main cast + caine only totals to 7 characters i will allow people to request the entire cast in any given request, WITH THE KNOWLEDGE that the more characters the shorter their list of hcs will be

please do not pester me to answer your request, i will very likely answer your initial ask. consistent breaking of this boundary will result in warning, and if further boundary breaking takes place, the request will be terminated

^SHOULD NOTE! sometimes tumblr eats the requests you guys send in so simply asking if your request made it through is 100% totally fine!! I'm specifically talking about people who try to pressure me to answer sooner, I want to make that clear because I do not want to discourage anyone from reaching out about that sort of thing

Reader is GN by default, you can request a specific gender but know it likely wont be important due to my writing style

WILL WRITE:

SFW, angst, comfort, hcs, short imagines and scenarios!

As mentioned I will do all characters, asides Bubble since I don't think there's much that can be done for them

Poly, LGBT, readers with disabilities and/or disorders (will let it be known here that i am in no way well versed in every disability/disorder, however i will attempt to do basic research for the request)

I am also comfortable with writing platonic requests and found family dynamics! I am not limiting myself and you guys to romantic stuff!

reader abstracting, while this may seem contradictory to some of the things in my will not write segment I have written about grief and loss before and I don't think it fully fits the category of what I won't write + death in general, so it shall get a pass

really there isnt much i will turn down that comes to mind, if something is breaching a line or making me uncomfortable i will let you know

reader inserts, ocs, and the like are all welcome here! im not too confident with oc x character stuff due to the simple fact that i fear i may interpret your oc wrong but i am still willing to try!

WILL NOT WRITE:

general problematic stuff is an immediate no

^so like, straight up abuse and abuse adjacent topics since as far as Im aware all the characters in TADC are adults (if I have that wrong please please correct me!!)

i am also iffy on yandere requests, this one is more on a case by case basis so please be sure to specify the intensity of it, since that will really be a make or break for whether or not if the request is accepted

NSFW, this blog is for the most part SFW. I occasionally vague certain aspects, however nothing is ever explicit. That's how far I'm willing to go with these things and I want to keep it that way

Full fledged fanfics; a lot of my scenarios/imagines tend to border on that just on a much shorter scale and in a slightly different format, but I am not totally confident in my ability to write proper fics :(

no graphic depictions of gore or self harm, and i ask that you keep that out of my inbox in general. topics like SH are allowed, however covering requests for the act of it as its happening is an automatic no (IE if you ask me to walk in on a character walking in during an act of self harm), the same applies to suicide

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

i have a nasty habit of not proofreading my stuff, so grammar and spelling mistakes are bound to happen unfortunately. this tends to be a worse issue when im posting on mobile (which i am doing less and less since i like typing on a keyboard more)

^ on top of that i struggle with writing, english is my first language but i have a hard time getting stuff out right on top of having dyslexia so please be patient

i typically tend to respond to requests fairly fast, typically within a day or two, though i do have some periods where it may take longer. (possible) same day delivery YAHOO!!

back to a forewarning, i have a habit of rambling and adding additional ideas and concepts into a request though for the most part i think i remain on topic (that just means you get a little extra content for your request ueueue)

#tadc imagine #tadc x reader #pomni x reader #caine x reader #kinger x reader #ragatha x reader #gangle x reader #zooble x reader #jax x reader

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voxofthevoid · 7 months ago

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@zyukan Replying in a reblog because this got way too long for the reply section. Thanks again ❤️

Details about the goyuu breakup under the cut:

Can I just say, I really like the way you characterise Sukuna? Any Sukuita fics I’ve read (a small amount I’d say), tend to humanise him, to make him palatable, which has always made me feel that OOCness from canon. This fic is probably one where a Sukuita relationship would realistic happen - rather than a monster being tamed, it’s two monsters having hate sex and it’s GLORIOUS. Also, I’ve always hated gore/vore but the way you write just makes it so scrumptious and erotic despite being so gory

And question! You don’t have to answer this if u don’t, but my curiosity is insatiable, but how did Goyuu break up in this verse? Because I cannot, for the life of me, see how Gojo would let Yuuji go!! Aaaaah super curious about this!!! TLDR: your sukuita is fantastic and I love it! It’s the most in character sukuita I’ve read so far!! And goddamn I just wanna devour ur descriptions and am so sad I can’t show any of ur works to my students cuz y’know they’re inappropriate aaaaaahhhhh

So, I haven't read enough sukuita—barely any, really—to have a good grasp on the general trends, but the reason I can't really get into the ship as a reader is similar to yours: I just have no interest in sukuita where Sukuna and Yuuji love each other. If they're not violently hateful and trying to tear each other up while fucking, I don't want it 😂. It's a bit different with modern AUs, but even then, the appeal of this ship is the mutual violence. I really wanted to capture that flavor in this fic, and it's honestly great to hear that I succeeded and that they feel true to canon. Thank you!

And I'm delighted you asked, ngl. The goyuu backstory part of this is one of the things I practically vibrate about, though tackling it is guaranteed to be its own beast. The gist of it is that I wanted to try my hand at a semi-realistic take on how a relationship between Gojou and Yuuji would progress over the years given the marked differences in their ages, experiences, and mindsets. I tend to end most of my goyuu teacher-student works soon after they get together, without grappling with the relationship progression, and when I do focus on later-stage goyuu, I leap into the future. The ones I develop into angsty long-term relationships tend to be more dramatic longfics, like the kidnapping fic.

These are a slightly edited version of my notes (all from a chat with @nearalways, where this AU was fleshed out) for how and why Gojou's and Yuuji's relationship initially dissolves:

There's so much Yuuji represses, and Gojou would rather eat his own dick than confront genuine feelings straightforwardly. In a no-Shibuya AU, it'd be so, so easy for the honeymoon phase to wear off, for Yuuji to grow into someone who's not content with a lover who won't open his mouth for half the things that matter, for Gojou to be unsettled by the changes that don't stop at a growth spurt. Like high school sweethearts growing apart, but one of them is already in another stage of life. Sorcery can only compensate for so much.

The relationship just dissolves. I think it'd get to the point they're strangers sharing a house, and Yuuji would finally break and go "This isn't working out anymore, is it?" I think Gojou would want it to to be as easy as it'd been at the start, where it was good and sweet but also safe. Their pure chemistry, genuine affection, and even love would carry them for a while. After that, though, there's the mortifying ordeal of being known, and neither of them is any good at that. Yuuji would try clumsily once he realizes what's the issue. Gojou would need loss to understand why he should have tried. Either way, they both need that space.

That stage where the love is there and real but isn't enough; these two aren't going to sit down and therapy-speak their feelings into a resolution. They'll just circle each other like hunting cats. I love Yuuji, but he eats his feelings on the regular. He can mature into a slightly healthier approach, especially in a no-Shibuya AU, but he's still him, as indicated by his rebound being Satan with a side of soul vore. Gojou's main issue is simply that, as much as he wants companionship dearly, he's also tasted the pain that comes from losing it, and he doesn't want to risk it again. Losing Yuuji anyway makes him realize it hurts anyway, and he handles that with about as much grace as expected, and the Yuuji he gets back is different too.

The breakup is followed by several months of ill-advised impulsive hookups too, before Yuuji moves to the Kyoto school/base to avoid Gojou entirely. Then the sukuita segment happens, culminating in Yuuji absorbing Sukuna; the ice creeping into Sukuna's domain in will we remain stuck in the throat of gods is meant to show Yuuji's innate domain slowly merging with and taking over Sukuna's.

So, to answer your question, it's not that Gojou lets Yuuji go; he just doesn't hold on the right way, not in time.

Also, I made the most deranged happy face at your final line; that's one hell of a compliment in my book ❤️

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Itadori Yuuji/Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Break Up, Hate Sex, Erotic Violence, Blood As Lube, Anal Sex, Cock Slapping, Drowning, Sadism, Masochism, Disturbing Themes, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna is His Own Warning, Past Gojo Satoru/Itadori Yuuji - Freeform

Summary:

There’s no change in Sukuna’s expression or posture while Yuuji climbs, but his gaze is unwavering, all four eyes zeroed in on Yuuji with animal intensity.

A foot stops him, slamming into his midsection before he can touch Sukuna.

“You’re an impertinent fool,” Sukuna drawls. “I should pluck out your eyes.”

“Try me, asshole.”

“And your tongue.” Sukuna’s still smiling, wide and lazy. There’s a terrible tenderness in his voice, hunger made sacred in the worst way Yuuji’s ever witnessed. “Might as well make it a whole feast—split you open from throat to gullet to devour your innards, break your bones with my teeth to suck out the marrow of your ribs. You’d make a half-decent meal now. And you’d thank me for it, wouldn’t you?”

“Like hell,” Yuuji snarls, grabbing Sukuna’s ankle.

It responds by sliding down, from his stomach to his groin.

Yuuji freezes.

“The infection just wouldn’t be worth it,” Sukuna says, his lower set of eyes resting on what his foot is touching. “After all, you’re so disgustingly human.”

A bad breakup isn’t a good excuse to fuck the monster rotting your soul, but Yuuji’s made worse decisions—probably.

#goyuu #fic: more than just somebody i was destined to meet #zyukan

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elvisabutler · 2 years ago

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ménage à trois

summary: it's date night for your partners and you. you should have known tonight was going to be a mess from the moment you saw their matching grins. fandom: olivia dejonge | austin butler | elvis 2022 pairing: austin butler x olivia dejonge x reader rating: m. word count: 1866 warnings: orgasm denial. dom/sub dynamics. kind of mommy and daddy kink. vibrating panties. p in v sex, implied to be protected re: birth control. oral ( f receiving ) so much teasing. author's note: welcome to a late day 18 for kinktober, threesome with olivia dejonge and austin butler. y'all i missed writing threesomes/poly fics. i did a bunch for the last fandom i actively wrote in and back in my first fandom so this is just a return to form. going back home as elvis would say. see also: it's been a long time, baby. a long time. also exhausted writing this, apologies for any errors i missed.

You should have known when you saw Olivia grinning like the cat that got the canary with Austin following behind her. You should have known that tonight was going to end in an interesting way for you. However, you trusted your girlfriend. Trusted her more than you trusted Austin purely because you had been dating Olivia for longer, you trusted her with your life. Austin- well, he had some catching up to do. He knew that though, knew that he'd have to treat you like a queen to prove that he wasn't just in this for the thrill of being with two women. He had to make sure he took care of both of you. Was it perhaps the healthiest way to introduce him into your relationship? Debatable. Was it working for the three of you with enough communication to make any therapist proud? Yes.

Trusting Olivia had been a mistake as you realized once you saw her pull out what looked like a small vibrator and what was her favorite pair of panties on you from Austin's pants pocket. Your initial response is to say no, it's date night, there's no need to play with something like that on date night but you see how expectant they look and how they're practically begging, well you can't ever say no to their matching blue gazes.

It leads you to where you are right now, sitting across from them with Olivia teasing you, alternating between having no vibrations and turning it to full blast. Austin lets Olivia set the pace, grinning at you while giving the other patrons and the staff of the restaurant the most charming smile and aura he can manage. You hate it. You hate how he's calm and collected in his suit while you- also shoved into a suit because in Olivia's words, "if we put you in a dress Austin would have you bent over before we left the house and bouncing on his dick in the car, I chose the matching suit, babe."- are practically a panting mess in your suit.

The problem with the suit and the problem with the panties and the problem with everything about this is that you can feel how wet you are. You can feel how wet you are and you can't even do anything about it. In a skirt or in a dress, you could convince Austin- beg Austin to touch you and he'd be the great dom that he was and oblige his princess. Or you could get Olivia to put down the remote and just touch her fellow goddess. In the suit, you're left clenching your thighs together and subtly humping the air trying to gain some form of friction to relieve the growing ache between your legs. You can't even come because Olivia refuses to turn it to enough of a vibration for enough time to let you fall off that edge.

You see dessert being placed in front of you, a chocolate cake that has you salivating just a bit but that might be from the fact that Olivia has had you wanting to come for a good minute under what you swear is the highest setting on the vibrating panties. You wouldn't be surprised if your drool is coming from that, after all your doms did always tell you that you looked so pretty when you begged, when you had all that spit making a mess for them. Austin gets up and you're concerned for a minute before you see him head to the bathroom and you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding until you feel someone behind you.

"How's my baby girl doing? You haven't come, have you? Mama's teasing you and wouldn't let daddy take care of you. Wish I could already have you coming on my fingers. Make it so I can have two of my favorite flavors mixing. You and this dark chocolate. You're doing so good for us. Just a little longer, baby girl." Austin whispers lowly in your ear, his breath ghosting over neck and sending a shiver down your spine. "You're always such a good girl. Wanna prove to everyone we've got the best girl. No one else compares."

You whimper, shutting your eyes as your chest starts to heave with the effort of trying not to feel his breath and register his words. Olivia takes note and turns the vibration setting to zero and you can't help the small cry of distress that leaves you. When Austin sits back down finally you see his eyes darken and before you know it he's waving down a waiter and asking for containers to go.

"Our date's feeling a little under the weather now. We just want to get her home and in bed. You know how it is." Austin's lie falls from his lip with such an ease that you bite your lip at how honestly hot it kind of is.

You exit the restaurant gripping Olivia's hand tightly with Austin following close behind, his hand settling on her lower back. You see cameras flashing but pay them hardly any mind- after all your mind hand narrowed itself down to a world consisiting of the the three of you. You barely remember the car ride home beyond Austin's white knuckled grip of the steering wheel and Olivia's praise and touches as she kissed up your neck.

"Such a good girl, so good to mama and her daddy. Been such a quiet girl. Mama knows how hard that is for her girl. No one knew you were struggling not to come apart in front of us. We're almost home. We're almost to our bed where you can get whatever you want for being such a good girl. Have you thought about it? Thought about who you want first?" She asks, nuzzling at your neck, her hands feeling your chest through the suit.

The words sound foreign and your head lulls to the side a little before you focus on Austin's grip of the wheel and Olivia's touch burning a fire on your skin. It takes a minute for the words to form in your mouth and exit it. "Him? Maybe. Wanna taste you and have him fuck me while I do. Can I have that?"

Her lips curl into a smirk you can feel against your neck before she huffs out a laugh. The air from it has you shivering. "Of course, baby. Your reward."

The fact that you don't immediately jump into Austin's arms when you reach the house is a feat and Olivia once again murmurs praise in your ear about it, nipping at the lobe and making sure you hear every word. Austin for his part manages to get the door open in record time, pulling you both inside in a flash. Your eyes register his hands- her hands undoing your pants and someone undoing the suit jacket and- you lose track of whose fingers are against your skin. You lose track of whose lips follow those fingers, brushing against your skin. You lose track of whose tongue is tracing your nipple but you can't help the way you keen at it, grabbing at the hair only to realize it's Austin and you three have somehow made it to the bedroom with everyone's clothes strewn across the floor on the way to the room. In a flash you find yourself being pushed softly onto the bed as Olivia postions herself best to allow you to lick at her clit and cunt, to finger her within an inch of her life to- do everything you wanted. The look she gives you before she actually sits on your face is one of complete adoration. You find it makes your body feel warm down to your toes.

Austin lines himself up with you and pushes in slowly, careful not to jostle Olivia in the process. You groan against her cunt, the vibrations causing her to let out a sigh that sounds like a whimper if the rushing blood through your ears hasn't hurt your hearing that bad. He waits for a single set of two taps to go forward, to set a comfortable pace. It takes you a minute but he feels those two taps against his back and starts to thrust in and out of you, gently and softly at first, his hands playing with your breasts as well as Olivia's. His tongue and lips wrapping around her nipples to hear the noises he loves from both of you. Your tongue flicks at her clit as Austin gets quicker. You want to come, but no one has said you could come yet.

"Aus. Y/N, oh my God- why- I'm seriously going to come first, aren't I?" She asks, her thighs tightening around your head, sending a new sensation through your body. You can breathe but you're reminded she can crush you if she wanted to like this. Your hand moves to curl your fingers inside of her and it's not long before you feel her clenching around your fingers and coming with a choked off moan. It takes her a second to catch her breath, noting how Austin is still slowly fucking you, teasing you even longer with his thrusts. She frowns.

"Our girl has been good Austin, give her what she needs. Fuck her." She feels your pleased hum and has to shiver, the sensation feeling rough against her oversensitive clit.

It's as if that was the cue he needed, as his thrusts are quicker, faster, an almost jackhammer like speed has taken over Austin but it's helping you slide to your release quicker. Olivia's managed to get off of you so that Austin can see your face as she kisses it. His eyes narrow as he studies your face while he fucks you. He takes a second to breathe before continuing to speak. "Come, baby girl. Let daddy have your come all over his cock. He'll fill you up too. Such a good girl deserves everything she loves. My best girl."

Your hand reaches out to grasp at Olivia's as you find yourself practically trying to break your back with how hard you arch upward into Austin's torso and thrusts. Your throat closes up when you try and make a sound but when you flop back onto the bed Austin follows you shortly after, coming with a low groan that you feel vibrate in your soul. His body flops on yours unceremoniously as you try and catch your breath, shivering slightly from the sensations still overwhelming you. You feel two sets of hands in your hair and feel a kiss on either cheek.

"Are you okay?" They ask, eyeing your reactions to things and how your chest is still heaving. "Red or are we on-"

You cut them off with a shake of your head. "Yellow. Just give me a minute and I wanna- I want more. Can I have more?"

Olivia and Austin look at each other and back at you, matching grins not unlike the ones they gave you earlier in the day on their faces. "Say the word, baby girl. Say the word."

You say the word. They're true to theirs.

#austin butler #olivia dejonge #austin butler x reader #olivia dejonge x reader #olivia dejonge x austin butler #olivia dejonge x austin butler x reader #austin butler smut #austin butler x you #austin butler x y/n #olivia dejonge smut #olivia dejonge x you #ally's kinktober 2022 #ally writes #kinktober 2022

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lavynrose · 3 years ago

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Hello lavyn ! I just checked out your blog and I loved your writing ! So clear , neat , and poetic 🥰!Hmm, can I request a very confident and flirty reader that one day just decides to kabedons the boys headcanons ? (Like, all four of them , in separate lol). You can make the end a bit … suggestive 👀hehe (with offff couuuurse the reader on top 👀)

ToT men when you kabedon them!

headcanons + scenarios

character/s: Artem Wing, Marius Von Hagen, Vyn Richter, Luke Pearce, gn! reader

warnings: not proofread, suggestive content, lots of tension

notes: this is the result of my intense brainrot bonks myself, this fic got me feeling a lot of things thank you anon i loved this request!

comments and rbs would be awesome <3

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Marius Von Hagen

"my, my, Y/N. feeling bold today?"

he would treat it as a challenge

at first he'll be in awe because oh you're asserting dominance? nobody would ever dare try something like this on him

kabedoning the pax heir? sounds like a fever dream to many

would be wide-eyed and blushy for 5 seconds before he's back to his mischievous and flirty self

i repeat, only 5 seconds

when his initial surprise is gone, he would tease you relentlessly, "Oh, you want me so bad?"

of course, you're going to have to silence his mocking and teasing with your advances

just a warning though, he'll flirt back harder

Today is a good day.

The perfect day actually, to give Marius Von Hagen payback for his teasing remarks and fleeting touches that had left you hot and bothered - no matter how hard you try to deny it.

You were left with nothing but the phantom feeling of his warm and slender hands touching your bare skin. How his hot breath blew and tickled the hairs on the back of your neck as his hand held yours above the smooth canvas to help you brush the paint properly - how you had felt the heat of his muscular form pressing against your back, and his other hand resting on your hips while he was guiding you. You hadn't missed the way he rubbed circles on your hips as he was doing so, of course.

You and Marius arranged meetings once a week in his art studio because, "It'd be nice if you learn the basics of painting, I promise it'll be fun," He proposed with his familiar but really charming smile, "I'm your teacher, the best one you could ever ask for." he concluded before. You should've known he had other intentions.

That's how you ended up here, your poor patience and self-restraint keeps getting tested every week.

Learn art, he said.

It'll be fun, he said.

After every session you would find yourself wanting to get closer to him, screaming internally whenever he would purposely pull away, his warmth leaving you just when you started to lean on his touch. You decided today was the day to call it quits.

Marius was by the wall, his back facing you while he was hanging your first ever work on a frame that you had just finished painting earlier. It really took you weeks to finish this, as he kept distracting you with his relentless teasing.

You decide it's time to take the leap. The growing tension too much for you to ignore.

Grabbing him by the shoulders, you forcefully made him face you. His body turned around 180 degrees.

His wide amethyst eyes met yours, "Hey-" before he could even question you, you immediately raised both of your hands and pushed him against the wall with a thud, his mouth letting out an "ow" as you trapped his well-built body between your arms.

"Y/N? What are you doing?" He questions as he looked down on you, eyes wide with pink adorning his cheeks.

You pushed yourself closer to him, you can feel his hardened abs on your stomach as you spoke, "How dare you toy with my feelings," You slowly looked up to him from your lashes, sending him a sharp glare, "Von Hagen." you snarled.

Your heated breaths mingled with every exhale, and you can feel the expanding of his chest as he inhaled.

Your faces are only a few centimeters apart, that you can already feel his kiss even without having to connect your lips.

He blinked a few times before flashing a knowing grin, "Oh?" His smirk grew wider, "So that's how it is?" A smug tone coated his words, it was taking every ounce of your self restraint not to close your eyes and lean in to take his lips.

His large hands finds their way on your hips, "I never actually thought you'd make the first move." He pecked your lips, the warmth still there even when he pulled away, "I can't say I don't like it."

Not having the patience to put up with this teasing anymore, you wrapped your arms on his nape and closed the distance between the two of you again, his wet lips connecting with your eager and already parted ones.

The hands that were on your hips were now squeezing them firmly, as you continued to kiss each other with heated fervor. Sending jolts of pleasure throughout your whole body.

His lips continued assaulting yours and you find your hands raking his hair, pulling him to deepen the open mouthed kisses, his tongue exploring your mouth as you do his.

You then pulled away, catching your breath with a glazed look on your face, "Marius," you breathed as you attempted to pull his clothes over his head, catching sight of his toned abs as you pulled it up.

"Whoa there." He gently grabbed your hands to stop you, his eyes still clouded with desire.

"How naughty," He then returned his hold on your waist, pressing you even closer, "You want us to make out right here, the place where i make my pieces?" He licked and parted his mouth as he dipped down to nip on your lower lip, eliciting a sultry moan from your lips, and you close your eyes from the tingling sensation, "You want to make a different masterpiece, babe?" he smirked when he felt your form shudder from his words.

You took his wrist and dragged him with you, "Let's take this to the bedroom, then."

Luke Pearce

LOVE OF MY LIFE

at first he'd be like, "what's wrong, Y/N?" why are you backing him up to a wall??? do you need something???

luke has seen various types of media portraying this famous kabedon™ and what luke has observed is that - you back a person up to the wall, and put an arm or both arms on their sides. people usually do that when they want to confront someone about something, or if someone wants to kiss a person. he notes with realization

wait what

with those thoughts, heat rushes to his cheeks, and would eventually ask you what you're up to

what you're up to, however, is something he didn't know that would completely make him lose his mind and sanity

"Luke, let's meet again tomorrow!" your eyes twitched at the overly cheerful and obnoxiously faked sweet voice, internally rolling your eyes at the annoying display.

You were wearing a bored look as the girl finally hopped off with a bounce on her step, you were certain that she's even humming. You turned to Luke as the silhoutte of the girl disappeared into the night, "Who's that?" you pointed at her direction.

"A client from the shop," he gestured his thumb to the antiques that were displayed on the shelf. He shook his head, "she would always come here to ask about these trinkets," He then eyed at the colorful but old-looking collection, "She claims she's interested."

Still wearing a blank look, you blurted out a "Huh." You groaned internally. You were sure she's interested in something far from the antiques.

It's clear from that girl's actions alone that she has her eyes set on Luke, she would touch his arm everytime she's telling him something, smiles around him a lot.

She even grabbed his biceps and would linger her hands on his chest whenever she's showing him an item that she likes.

Oh, you've always wanted to do that. You've always daydreamed of doing that.

Maybe that's the reason why you were so irked seeing that stranger touch Luke so shamelessly.

Maybe you should start acting shameless like her, no?

You decided that you should.

What if he doesn't like you back? That'll be a problem for later because right now, your blooming affections are overpowering your fear of rejection.

"So, Y/N. What brings you here?" Luke gestured to you to follow him up the stairs to go to the 3rd floor, "I'm actually glad you came, I wanted to try a new game." He beamed, and you melted at the sunshine radiating from his smile, and you would mirror his expression if you weren't so bothered by what had transpired earlier.

"It's in my room." He took the flight of stairs and you followed suit. You remained silent all throughout and he found it weird, but shrugged it off, he'll ask you about it later.

"I'm sure we'll have fun, you love games like these." he grabbed the console box and handed it to you, blush coating his cheeks from excitement.

But you wanted to play a different game.

"Luke." you reached out your hands to get the console from him, before placing it back where he had got it.

He gazed at you with curious eyes, confused as to why you neglected the game, his face turned serious, "Is something the matter?" he questioned, searching your face for any sign of distress.

His expression quickly changed to surprise when you pushed him with enough force that caused him to stumble backwards, he let out a startled gasp when he landed on the wall, his back hitting it with a thud, he let out a groan from the impact. He used his arms to lean on the wall for support, as he lost his balance earlier from your abrupt push that had caught him off-guard. He leaned there awkwardly, "Y/N-"

You wasted no time to cage him in that position, the sound of your palms slapping the wall echoed in Luke's ears.

"Y/N?" He blinked, eyes wide.

You leaned closer to his ear, your breath creating goosebumps on his skin, "I want to kiss you."

"Wha," His eyes widened even more, "What?"

"I just want a yes or no," you intently gazed at his alluring brown eyes, "What will it be, Luke?" you grazed your finger on his chest as you waited for his response.

He was silent for a moment and proceeded to nod with a gulp. With that, you inched your face closer to his, your noses touching before your lips finally connected, warmth flooded your senses and you can't think of anything else besides his lips.

The curves on his mouth fit yours perfectly, and you sensually tilted your head to the side for deeper access, and you opened your mouth to press your tongue on his closed lips, begging for entrance.

He let out a gasp at the strange feeling, giving you the opportunity kiss him deeper. After some time, you needed air and Luke chased your lips when you pulled away.

"Luke," you opted to place a trail of kisses on his jaw, "do you let other people kiss you like this?"

"Hnn," His breath hitched when you left trail of kisses down his neck, "No..." He answered with a blush.

"Good." you pushed yourself away from him and he whined from the loss of contact. You chuckled at his behaviour, "Lie down." you ordered as you gestured towards the bed, and he laid on the mattress, waiting for your next move.

Excitement bubbling in your stomach, you crawled on top of him. The bed creaking with your every movement as Luke lay under you, his ginger hair sprawled on the bed, his eyes glazed with need. You placed your arms on either side of his head, and pressed your body on top of his, "You're mine." you whispered against his parted mouth before crashing it to yours.

He let out a muffled moan as your hands pulled on his hair, your tongues exploring each other's mouths. You savored his sweet taste with fervor, the kiss keeps getting more intense as desperate moans fill the room.

You pulled away, the both of you panting from the lack of air. As you looked down on Luke, you saw a begging look in his eyes.

He looked adorable.

You dipped down again to lick on his bottom lip slowly, "You taste so sweet," you let out a moan as you placed a firm kiss on his lips.

You felt like you were going to collapse if you were standing, Luke held your waist, pulling your body closer.

You moved your lips to his neck, nipping on it to create marks, "Ahh," he breathed, his body squirming and arching underneath yours as you kept attacking his sensitive spots, "So good..." he whimpered, eyes closing from the sheer pleasure.

"Do you want more, Luke?"

With you looking at him with so much need, who is he to deny you?

Vyn Richter

he'll tease you back ngl

would say "you really are mischievous" with a smile flirtier than yours, provoking you to advance your ministrations even further

you think you can fluster him? no you can't, he hasn't blushed in game, not even once!

what makes you think you can /lh

listen, in the face of Vyn's calm and smooth persona, you ain't slick at all in comparison

BUT

DON'T WORRY

the goal here isn't to fluster Vyn, your goal is to rile him up which is very easy by the way

To say that there was a thick, growing tension between you and Vyn, was an understatement.

You were at his residence for your scheduled psychology classes, as you wanted to learn more from him. Just your luck, the topic you're discussing for today was about the psychology of love.

"Why do you think people fall in love, Y/N?" was the first question that he had asked once he was done lecturing.

A soft ray of sunlight cascaded on his hair, as he was sitting beside the window of his study room, while you were sitting side by side, you at his right, your thighs touching. A psychology book rests on the desk before you.

He was too close. The moment he invited you to study on this tiny desk, you wondered why he didn't choose the much larger, much more spacious desk from across the room.

You just shrugged it off, thinking that maybe the sunshine boosts his intelligence and teaching morale.

Maybe.

"Hmm," You put a finger on your chin, "I guess there are many reasons why, like when we find someone attractive, whether it's a physical trait of not," you furrowed your brows, searching the words to elaborate, "or if we care about that person so much and have emotional attachment to them." you shrugged, "just to name a few."

"Do you think it's just a mere bodily response that we aren't able to consciously control?" he looked straight into your eyes, "Or is it more than that?"

You looked away from his intense gaze, "While it's true that the brain releases biochemicals when we are in love with someone, that doesn't change the fact that those chemicals aren't released for everyone you meet, which meant that the person youre in love with is definitely special, special enough for your brain chemicals to register that this particular person," you finally found the nerve to bring your gaze back to his gold orbs, "is the one you love."

You coughed and continued, "In conclusion, it's not just about chemicals, i think it's related to your object of affection as well." you finished.

"You have a good understanding, Y/N." He placed his hand on your chin to make you look at him, "I wonder if you have this so called special someone?" He inquired, flashing you a close eyed smile.

You mirrored his expression, "Yes." You were smiling, but the pounding of your heart was ringing in your ears because of his touch.

"Hmm, I wonder who that is." he then pulled his hand back, his golden eyes glinting with mischief.

He opened his mouth again, "How about lust?" He looked to the side, thinking, "Is it a natural human reaction of wanting to reproduce," his eyes flickered back to you and smirked, "or people just really want a taste of that person and lose themselves in sinful pleasure?" He questioned, voice sultry and provocative.

Him emphasizing the last word wasn't helping the growing heat pooling on your stomach.

You gulped, you weren't sure if you can answer this properly because you already can't think straight from his ministrations, "The latter, I think." you answered mindlessly as your eyes landed on his inviting lips.

"Oh? An interesting answer," He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, "Have you perhaps," he pulled you closer, pressing you to his chest, as his hot breath tickled your sensitive ear, "experienced lust for another?"

Heat rushed to your cheeks and you rubbed your thighs together, fighting the urge to give in to your raging desires.

But he's just so close, your body just wants to feel him so bad right now.

The burning part of you began to overthrow your rational thoughts, you clicked your tongue as you glared at Vyn, slapping your palms on the window beside him, caging him inside your arms.

You felt even more turned on than before because of this closer proximity.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" you taunted, his eyes widened a fraction from your actions, but quickly gave you a teasing smile.

"I can take a wild guess," he placed his thumb on your bottom lip, rubbing it, his other hand finding it's way on your waist, "You're currently experiencing lust right now, aren't you?"

With those words, you felt like burning up.

He wasn't wrong.

"You know..." you let one hand fall from the window to rest it atop his thigh, "I'm a hands on learner," you leaned closer to him, and you can smell his tea scented breaths, "and i bet i could learn more about lust if you teach me, Vyn." You continued rubbing circles on his thigh as you spoke.

"Hmm, then the first step would be a kiss," excitement bubbled in your stomach, "Are you brave enough for that, Y/N?" He whispered sweetly against your lips, his breaths fanning your face.

Not taking the tension anymore, you crashed your lips against his. He quickly responded with the same intensity, as if he'd been waiting for you to do this.

You sigh against the kiss, your moved your hands from the window to his nape, pulling his impossibly closer. He did the same, tightening the hold that his arms had on your waist.

Your hands finds their way on his chest, as you sensually slid it down to his stomach. He let out a groan, feeling warm all over. Your lips still not leaving each other, wet tongues colliding in a sensual dance. Your moans were the only sounds that can be heard from the peaceful room.

The both of you pulled away, chest heaving from the lack of air, a string of saliva hung between your once connected lips.

You removed his glasses and placed it on the desk, "Teach me some more." you panted.

"Oh, sweetheart," he dipped down to bite on your sensitive neck, making you arch your back, "I could go all day."

Artem Wing

ARTEM "I BLUSH WHENEVER YOU GET TOO CLOSE" WING

y'all remember that iconic scene from episode 3 where MC leans in close?

right, and Artem just lost his shit then and there?

I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO IMAGINE HOW MUCH OF A STUTTERING MESS THIS MAN WILL BE ONCE YOU TRAP HIM BETWEEN YOUR ARMS, BODIES PRESSING CLOSE TO EACH OTHER, OUTRIGHT FLIRTING WITH HIM WITH NO SHAME

Artem.exe has stopped working

because really, out of all the 4 guys i feel like he'll be the most flustered one

yeah, no arguments, he'll turn into a puddle of red cheeks and widened eyes

though i think if you guys were together for long enough he wouldn't be as flustered as before

pull on his necktie while whispering sweet nothings in his ear, thank me later

"We still have no leads." Artem sighed, hands finding the knot on his tie to loosen it, and to lessen the stress forming in his temple. His hair is in blatant disarray, a huge contrast to his usually well-kept azure locks. Even though he looked really exhausted, you felt butterflies began to rumble in your stomach when you realized that he looked hot. How unfair, even amidst exhaustion he looked alluring.

Irresistibly so - the epitome of an eye candy. His neckline and collarbone can be freely seen because of the now loosened tie, and it took all of your willpower not to oogle too much, or imagine what's under his long-sleeved polo.

You shoo away your fantasies, and gazed at him with concern, "You should rest, Artem. You've been on this case for weeks, I doubt you had even a wink of sleep."

"Don't worry about me," He stood up to the door to probably get some more files related to the case, "I can handle another document or two."

As much as you look up to his dedicated and hardworking nature, you can't help but think that he's overworking himself too much.

Maybe the case was that important to him.

But to you, his health is more of a concern.

Before he can click the knob, you turned him around by the shoulder and smacked your right palm on the door, the resounding thud surprising even you.

"Y/N!?" His cerulean hues widen.

"Artem, you should take care of your health," you looked up, the close proximity making you notice even the smallest details about him, making you do a doubke-take, "I am very..." you trailed off, your eyes wandering to his exposed neck before flickering back to his tired yet devilishly handsome face, "worried."

"Uhh," He unconsciously grabbed on his necktie, "Please don't worry, Y/N." Then he coughed, "You're too close."

The handsome top attorney stood there while darting his eyes, blush coating his cheeks, caged in your arms.

He looked irresistible.

It drives you nuts and your hormones go wild. They're screaming at you to go and get a piece of Artem right here, right now.

The cold from the AC is doing nothing to cool off Artem's alleviating nerves, while he tries to make himself comfortable from your unwavering gaze.

"I can help you relax, you know?" You blurted out, gaining a confused look from Artem. He blinked.

After some moments of silence, you dragged Artem from the wall to push him to the nearby swivel chair, making him sit.

"Wha-" before he could even react, you already plopped yourself comfortably on his lap, hooking your legs on either side of his hips, your ankles hitting the back of the chair, and wrapped your arms around his neck. You pressed your bodies together, your chest feeling his. There's no space left between you two, except for your lips.

You can hear both of your frantic heartbeats pounding through your chest, his breath hitched and his heaving body emanated heat from the tension, making you even more turned on.

He seemed to be speechless as he just stared at you, his cerulean eyes flickering with lust. So you took this opportunity to slowly inch your face towards his, your heart pounding loud against your ribs with every second.

You whispered, "Part your lips, Artem." and he did so with obedience, all while he slid his hands around your waist.

You parted your mouth and without wasting one more second, you devour his awfully sweet lips with feverish passion. The tantalizing taste of vanilla spread throughout your tastebuds as you slid your tongue to intertwine it with his.

The both of you were a moaning mess as you lapped on each other mouth's, savoring each other wholly. You grind your hips on his for friction, heightening the pleasure that electrified you both senseless. It felt as if you were burning up.

The swivel chair rocked from your movements.

You curled your fingers on his hair, and tilted his head back, "Artem," you opened your mouth to press kisses on his jaw, "moan for me." you slowly removed his tie, pulling it down.

"Y/N..." he tried to buckle his hips in search for yours, you smirked at his desperate state, and moved from his jaw to his collarbone, "Ah," he breathed and closed his eyes shut as he felt your warm lips engulf him.

You pulled away, "Look at you," you pant against his ear as you seperate his buttons one by one, until his polo opens, "you can't even talk straight," your breath hitched when his bare chest and stomach came into view, your body tingling with hunger at the sight. You dipped your head to bite and nibble eagerly on his neck to mark him, as you slid your hands under his polo to feel his heated skin on your palms. He let out a moan as you touched a particularly sensitive spot, his eyes closing shut.

You chuckled, "You don't seem like the top attorney to me, Sir."

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My Friend’s Father (Part Six)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Mild Sexual References

Words: 1,937

Notes:

I have decided to make this into a series.

Alright, no judgment. This was a dream of mine and I felt like I had to write it down. Everyone in this Fic is over the age of 18 and this Fic is in no way based on Cillian’s real family life. It’s pure filth.

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The Afternoon Before (Cillian’s POV)

Before the opening, Denise had the opportunity to show both of her parents the art which she had created.

Neither of them had seen the photographs before and were rather excited to see what all the fuss was about.

‘Alight, alright…here they are’ Denise said with excitement and, whilst her mother smiled and told her how beautiful they were, Cillian gulped harshly in surprise.

‘Dad, do you not like them?’ Denise asked as he stood there, chin dropped and speechless.

‘They are amazing’ he confirmed although he wished that he had some warning beforehand when it came to the content of the pictures.

Cillian wasn’t sure whether he should look at the pictures in detail or whether he should try and look away. Seeing you like this was difficult and his manhood soon began to stir as his eyes gazed over your perfectly shaped breasts and your messy hair.

The Opening Night

You stood in front of the large mirror in your bedroom at your parent’s house just outside Galway and tried hard to clip your hair up which had always been a struggle.

Somehow, you managed and the tucked-up hair allowed you to show off your exposed shoulders and back.

The black dress you had chosen for the gallery opening was made out of stretchy fabric. It was simple but yet elegant and left the entirety of your back exposed while a rim of fabric ran across your neck.

You were lucky that your breasts were small as there was no way you could wear a bra with your dress and you certainly didn’t need to.

The dress was flattering around your hips and finished just below your knees.

‘You look nice’ Connor said as he picked you up from your house and, fortunately for you, your father wasn’t home in order to make a scene about your revealing outfit. Your parents were strictly catholic and wouldn’t have approved, nor did they approve of Connor who, in their opinion, was way too old for you.

‘I look nice, do I?’ you chuckled, having hoped for him to choose a different word perhaps, such as ‘beautiful’ or ‘stunning’.

‘Yes, very nice…let’s go, huh?’ he then said and you nodded, following him to the car.

The drive to the gallery took only 15 minutes and, after Connor had handed his car keys to the valet, you walked inside the building where, almost immediately, you spotted Denise and both of her parents.

‘Oh wow, you look amazing’ you said to Denise before giving her a big hug. As usual, her clothes were colourful and unique.

‘So do you in your sexy black dress…Connor, isn’t she stunning?’ Denise winked, before saying hello to him also.

‘Yeah, she looks nice’ Connor then said, causing Cillian, who was standing behind Connor, to cock an eyebrow. You noticed him looking at you with burning eyes, clearly having noticed the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra.

‘Hey Y/N’ he then said, before giving you a friendly hug as well before you greeted Denise’s mother the same way.

Breathing in Cillian’s scent took your breath away and you immediately forgot about Connor by your side until Denise took it upon herself to introduce Cillian and her mother to Connor as well.

Just as you got talking, the others arrived and it was Amalie who stole the show, wearing the shortest dress she could have possibly found.

You couldn’t help but notice that Connor was staring at her and it was obvious to you that he would have liked it if you wore something more revealing like her.

‘Can’t walk in heels Y/N?’ Amalie then asked sarcastically and you shook your head, wearing nice but flat sandals with your dress.

‘I never saw the point of high heels. They are rather impractical, don’t you think?’ you asked, but Amalie ignored your question and immediately began to hit on Cillian instead which was rather amusing to watch.

***

After the initial chat, you allowed Denise and her parents to talk to some of the other artists and guests and disappeared into the crowd with Connor, trying to hunt down the photographs Denise had taken and which you had not yet seen.

‘You didn’t tell me you knew Cillian Murphy’ Connor said somewhat surprised and you told him that he was just Denise’s father so you didn’t think to mention it. Of course, you would never have wanted Connor to know that you had, in fact, slept with Cillian.

‘Whoah…and you also didn’t tell me that you look like this beneath all your clothes’ Connor then said all of a sudden, interrupting you mid-sentence, as he glanced over to where the photographs of you were displayed.

‘Well, if you had bothered to take off my clothes first before we had sex then you would have known’ you winked as you grabbed one of the glasses of champaign from the bar.

‘We were short of time but, perhaps, I can make it up to you tonight’ Connor then winked and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, thinking back at this one night a week or so go which was the first and last time you had sex.

‘Apparently you were short for time, yes’ you said teasingly, reminding him that, after ten minutes of missionary, he realised that the football was on and left you high and dry and certainly dissatisfied.

‘Tonight, you can show me what’s under this dress and I will worship this body of yours’ Connor said and his comment made you chuckle.

‘We will see’ you smirked and, just as you did, Cillian walked past the two of you and smiled.

You hoped that he didn’t hear any of this but, then again, if he did, you hoped that it made him at least a little bit jealous.

‘So, what do you think?’ you then suddenly heard Denise ask from behind and, because you were so busy starring at her father, you didn’t realise that she was there.

‘These pictures are amazing Denise’ you said as you were extremely happy with the result.

‘That’s what dad said too actually’ she then said, causing you to blush.

***

As the evening went by and Connor had one glass of wine after another and making several inappropriate and rather controlling remarks, you knew it was time to leave but, Denise didn’t want you to go just yet and, in the end, you told Connor to take a taxi home and that you would see him in the morning.

Luckily for you, he agreed and you were beyond embarrassed by his behaviour as he was trying to dictate what you could do and what you couldn’t as the night went on.

‘He is…uhm…interesting Y/N’ Denise’s mother then said before continuing on and asking you whether you don’t think that he’s a bit too old for you.

‘Oh, I see, you spoke to my parents’ you chuckled as you watched Cillian sip on his glass of wine while cocking an eyebrow.

‘I am just saying, I can see their concerns’ she went on to say, causing Denise to roll her eyes and it was at this point when Cillian interrupted his ex-wife.

‘That’s enough. I think she’s old enough to make her own decisions’ Cillian said and it wasn’t until, some point later when you followed Cillian down one of the hallways to get your coats from the cloak that you had some privacy and Cillian voiced his concerns.

***

‘Be careful alright’ he said after he told you that he was concerned that Connor acted in a controlling way and that he didn’t like the way he was speaking to you.

‘This is not how I meant it Y/N. I am just trying to look out for you’ he said and you couldn’t help but laugh, which is when he pulled you around the corner of the hallway, worried about someone listening to your conversation.

‘Listen, I don’t need you to tell m what to do. I am not your child’ you huffed out somewhat irritated by his comments and you weren’t sure whether it was his concerns that bothered you or the fact that he never contacted you again.

‘Look out for me? That’s funny. It really is’ you chuckled before asking him why he had never contacted you after your visit to Dublin.

‘Why would I have contacted you? I made it pretty clear that, what happened between us, was a mistake. It can’t happen again’ Cillian huffed out and, just as he did, you shook your head in disbelieve.

‘Alright, that’s fine…but stay out of my private life then, please. I don’t need this kind of lecture about who I should be with and who I shouldn’t be with from you’ you said angrily.

‘Common Y/N, you can’t tell me that you actually have feelings for a guy like this. You are more sensible than that’ Cillian said with frustration.

‘I think neither of us have been acting sensibly lately Cillian, wouldn’t you agree?’ you asked, raising your eyebrows.

‘That’s not the same Y/N. Like you said, it was just sex between us. But with him, it’s more than that isn’t it? You are dating him, are you not?’ Cillian then asked sternly.

‘Oh my god, are you jealous?’ you asked angrily.

‘I am not fucking jealous. Why would I be jealous?’ Cillian then asked annoyed.

‘How the fuck do I know. I don’t know how the hell your brain works. After all, you made the same mistake twice. Once, I can understand, but twice?’ you asked with fury.

‘And so did you’ Cillian blurted out.

‘Uhm, yeah, but I didn’t say it was a mistake, you did. For me, it wasn’t’ you huffed out.

‘Fuck, this isn’t going anywhere, is it?’ Cillian then conceded angrily and you shook your head.

‘No, it’s not, just leave me alone, okay?’ you then huffed out angrily and, just as you did, you could feel Cillian’s hands on your hips and your back pressed against the wall behind you near the stairway.

There was an awkward silence between you as you stared into each other’s eyes and, just after Cillian looked over to both sides to ensure that you were alone, he pressed his lips onto yours firmly.

You parted your lips slightly, allowing his tongue to invade your mouth as you gave into this kiss. Your hands were soon tangled in the top of his hair while his hands were caressing your face.

But then, all of a sudden, you pulled away and shook your head.

‘No…no I am not letting you do this again’ you huffed out before walking off.

Whilst you wanted him badly, you didn’t want him to walk away from you again, saying it was a mistake.

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