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The Weekend just released a cover of Jealous Guy (for The Idol) .. and itâs vomitous. He took those great lyrics and turned it into an emotionless auto-tuned, synth, tin can echo chamber. Like hats off to the whole team.. hard to fuck up a solidly beautiful song that badly.
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Happy early birthday!!! I wish you the best :)<3Â
This is my second request lol and I want to state again how much I LOVEEE your writing!
As for my request (smut), how abt scummy slightly whiny? scara that just loves to overstimulate himself as well as us! Whether it be with sex toys, with his tongue (piercing?) and his dick lolol. Reader has a sensitive body and often squirms around a lot and tries to stay quiet which he does not like at all so he decides to have his way with us and teach us a lesson in his college dorm where he does NOT care if anybody hears đ§ââď¸. Feel free to add anything youâd like to this if you do end up writing it and go wildđ
that was embarrassing to write I hope that made even an ounce of sense lol. I hope you have an amazing birthday once again and a great day/night!! đŠˇ
Scummy Scaramouche. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Sex toy. Cunnilingus. Overstimulation. Creampie. A dash of Daddy kink and degradation. Scara with a tongue piercing. College AU.
Aww hunny, don't be embarrassed𼺠It was my pleasure to write this. Thank you so much𼺠Because this Scummy Scara, it's kinda gonna be filthyđł
Scaramouche's eyes were hooded into a very annoyed glare. On the one hand, being able to reduce your poor sensitive body into a squirming state stretched his ego, and made his cock pulse. But you were doing something that really annoyed him.
Pissed him off, in fact.
His head has been buried between your legs for what felt like hours now, his tongue piercing grinding and flicking on your swollen clit as he fucked a vibrator in and out of your weeping hole. He could faintly hear the cutest noises keening from you. Noises you were holding back with a hand over your mouth while you squirmed in bliss.
"Don't you dare hold your noises back," He growled, latching his lips around your clit, swirling the ball of his tongue piercing around the throbbing nub. You clamped your hand tighter on your mouth, your other hand finding the back of his head to press his mouth down onto your cunt. The delicious friction of his tongue piercing made your legs shake.
You swallowed back a whimper behind your hand as Scaramouche took the vibrator out of you. He groaned into your cunt as he reached down to rub the toy along his throbbing cock. His cheeks flushed embarrassed at the soft whine that sounded from him as his cock throbbed.
He shivered knowing the more overstimulated he was, the more cum he would pump inside of you.
He slowly drug the toy up and down his cock, his mouth sucking wetly on your clit, and his tongue lapping at your clenching hole. There was a determined look on his face, his thrusts with the vibrator reflected his determination to make you be loud. "Moan for Daddy, you know you want to," He purred, nudging the toy relentlessly into your sweet spot as he teased his tongue piercing on your clit.
"Sc-Scara, someone might-might-" Your hand reflexively tightened on your mouth to quiet your moans, your hips bucking up to grind on his tongue. "-might hear," You barely managed to finish.
Scaramouche scoffed, frustrated. You were always so stubborn in a very determined way. He would fix that. How dare you try and stay quiet in bed! Sighing he released your clit with a wet pop and sat up. Taking the vibrator out of you, he grabbed your hand and took it off your mouth.
"Come on, make noise for me. Moan for me," He hated that he sounded whiny, but he needed to hear you scream and moan for him. Even though the door of his dorm room was open a crack, he really didn't give a shit if anyone heard.
And neither would you when he got his way.
"I'm going to tie your wrists above your head so you can't cover your pretty mouth," He handed you the vibrator as he batted your legs apart. "Hold this on your clit, and rub it on my cock while I fuck you," His instructions were simple. He had to have at least one of your hands busy. He could control the other one easily.
He was going to be damned if you didn't call him Daddy while you crying that you were cumming. Let everyone hear who was fucking you this good.
Blushing shyly, you knew how lewd you were going to look. He turned up the vibrator to the highest setting, putting it on your clit before you could take it in your hand. Scaramouche smacked your other hand away as he came up to quiet your moans.
"Fuck, I need to be inside of you now," He moaned, not being to stand how hard his cock pulsed watching you rub your clit with vibrator. The fact that your hole was already clenching around nothing as he pushed his cock inside felt divine to him.
"Or maybe you prefer if I tied you up, and fucked you with the vibrator inside you too," He groaned, bottoming out a fluid snap of his hips, "You would moan for me then," He couldn't help but moan at the thought. It wouldn't take a lot of sweet talking to get you to let him do that sometime.
His hand grasped your chin roughly. "Be a good girl and let everyone know how good Daddy is fucking his slut," He couldn't get enough of the way the shy blush darkened on your cheeks.
The stimulation of the vibrator on your clit, coupled with his cock head hitting your sweet spot relentlessly made your head spin. The overwhelming ache of overstimulation was setting in, making your walls clamp tighter as whimpers and soft moans that started to rise in octave with each thrust started to escape you.
You alternated between rubbing your clit, and rubbing the parts of Scaramouche's cock that wasn't inside of you between thrusts with the vibrator. These periods of time were the only moments you got breathe and adjust to his size. He slowed down his pace to feel the vibrations on his cock, slowly fucking his cock inside of you.
The eventual overstimulation proved to be simply too much for you. It wasn't long before you started crumbling, writhing on the bed as your orgasm curled tighter and tighter in your core. "Daddy! Daddy! I'm gonna cum!" You moaned loud behind a whimper.
Scaramouche let out a shaky, but victorious laugh. Finally! You were finally being loud in the way he craved. You almost dropped the vibrator from how good his cock felt stretching you apart, returning it to your clit with shaky hands.
"God you should hear what a slut you sound like," He moaned, shuddering in pleasure as he felt your pussy come undone on his cock. You couldn't control your moans, squirting from overstimulation while you shook from the intensity of your orgasm hitting you.
He rubbed and played with your clit while you while you tended to his cock with the vibrator. A few more pumps between your gummy sensitive walls emptied his cock inside of you. "Good girl. Fucking good girl," He groaned, satisfied at the state he'd reduced you to.
Pulling out of you, he scooped the cum that leaked out of your pussy onto the vibrator, and fucked it back inside of you.
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BROOKLYN BABY
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pairing: rockstarbf!hyunjin x fem!reader
âŚsummary: Your boyfriendâs pretty cool, plays guitar and is in a popular band. You love to support him, yet you can't help but feel jealous and insecure at the sight of all his fans and the groupies the rest of the members bring backstage.
â content - tags - warnings: MDNI, smut, established relationship, fluff, fingering, oral sex
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a/n: happy late ultraviolence day, my fav album, no one loves her like i do lolol, so hereâs a little smth, i'll write more inspired by the rest of the songs omg i love my fav child
Hyunjin was a romantic, unlike the rest of his band members, who enjoyed the excess, success and fame that grew more and more every day. He was in charge of writing each of the songs that thrilled thousands of teenagers since he had such an idealized perception of love and loved to romanticize every detail as well as he was in charge of designing each artistic design of the album because of his skills in drawing and painting, he was a sensitive artist, born under a water sign, trying to give the image of a tough and sexy guy for the good of the band. His position was to be the lead guitarist and backing voice for the lead vocalist, yet everyone in the band contributed vocally, grabbing the audience like no other band in that year in the nineties. The crazy nineties, everyone loved rock and roll with the same intensity as the seventies and this time more styles were explored. Everyone loved your boyfriend's band.
You were lucky enough to meet him when they were still newbies with big dreams performing in bars, where Hyunjin claims to have fallen in love with you at first sight, however, his shyness got the best of him and he didn't dare to talk to you and, it wasn't until a month later that, in a jazz club in Brooklyn, in one of the poetry sessions and nights, almost by fate, he met you again, he couldn't miss the opportunity and finally approached you, he seemed so cute and strangely his face seemed so familiar to you, it was about the handsome guitarist you saw once.
Hyunjin didn't have a specific favorite band, he took inspiration from the greats, he enjoyed everything from Nirvana to Guns n' Roses, to classics like Led Zeppelin, he was frequently talking to you on the phone to tell you about his obsession of the week musically, the most recent one, Chris Isaak. Two months ago he started his official tour around the country, which you couldn't accompany him no matter how much you wanted to, the university stopped you. Yet you still supported him from afar and watched every TV show he went on and every radio station with his interviews, you were so happy for him. His most recent appearance was on MTV, he looked like a celebrity, but he was still your sweet and tender Jinnie. And finally he was coming back to close the tour at his hometown in New York City, where it all started for you.
You, unlike Hyunjin, were more down to earth, honest and not afraid to stand up for your beliefs, so you studied law, with an uncontrollable passion for shy lyrics. In contrast to your parents, both rock and roll lovers, artists, your mother was a tarot amateur and identified herself as a spiritual person, your father a landscape painter, both met at a music festival the same amount of years ago as your older brother's age, a Manhattan novelist; yet you grew up in an environment where support was always constant and your personality developed being totally different from your boyfriend's, bold and daring, born under a sign of fire.
You loved Hyunjin, together you were literally like fire and water, and finally you could see him again after so long, you missed him too much, you missed when his band was still small and you spent days in his apartment watching him play the guitar, how he held you by the waist and kissed your neck while you combed your hair to go to college, every little detail that from one day to another changed.
Because of your schedule you couldn't meet your boyfriend at the airport and you could barely stand in the front row, waiting for them to come out and play. You wanted to go backstage to wish him luck, run into his arms and kiss him, after so long and only surviving on phone calls. But, for the first time you were terrified to be in the crowd and you didn't want to lose your place in the front row next to your boyfriend's position, although you thought for seconds if you should go closer and watch the concert from backstage⌠you were so indecisive and you never visualized your boyfriend's manager to authorize you to enter⌠you pouted and in a matter of minutes the venue was filling up more, you noticed how, among the crowd and entering easily, three girls were standing next to you. You couldn't help but notice them, they were wearing skirts and cleavage-baring tops, their eyeliner was sharp and perfect, you felt a little inferior and slightly less attractive for a second.
And the show started, the lights went down, and you heard your boyfriend's guitar, the people started to scream and your heart accelerated, the lights turned on, illuminating individually each one of the four members and, among them was your boyfriend, looking as good as always, his long black hair, his red guitar and wearing a gray sleeveless shirt attached to his body with ripped jeans and black combat boots, you noticed he was wearing the necklace you gave him before he went away from you to start the tour and⌠suddenly your world came to a standstill, there was only Hyunjin in front of you, doing what he is most passionate about.
Hyunjin, once he started to play, he looked for you with his eyes without stopping until he found you in front of him, his smile got bigger, he was smiling like he had never done in another concert, he felt so full. He winked at you and continued with his show, moving his fingers with agility, a young and gifted guitarist with talent, so did Rolling Stone described him in a small article; a little more than an arduous hour of concert later, Hyunjin finished agitated and slightly sweaty and, among the emotion, the only thing he asked to make the night more beautiful, was to be able to hug you. Until he finally did it, he had to go backstage with the rest of the group, but his manager took care to guide you discreetly to the room behind the stage, at the same time you noticed the same three girls next to you walking next to you, to which you understood instantly that they were groupies, you sighed, you could not help but get upset at the fleeting thought that⌠maybe Hyunjin has had his own groupie before.
Among the darkness of the venue, you finally found the light, the lit room and, there, your boyfriend standing there with a nervous smile waiting for you, your jealousy vanished in seconds, you couldn't be mad at him, he looked so cute with his little sparkling eyes and a shirt over his shoulders trying to dry his sweat. You ran to him and hugged him no matter how soaked he was, it was part of his routine. You felt his lean frame next to your body and warm chest bump against yours, oh, Hyunjin, you had missed him too much.
âI missed youâ Hyunjin spoke, his chin resting on your shoulder, holding you tightly.
âI missed you, tooâ you replied breathlessly, you were so excited to see him.
You slowly pulled apart and he had to kiss you, so he took your face in his hands and did it delicately and passionately, in such a unique way he knew how to do it.
You both smiled at each other as you pulled apart.
âYou should have come with me next time, oh god, the west coast is⌠so different, I think we should move to California once you finish college, love. They offered me a house in Hollywoodâ Hyunjin blurted out suddenly excited and overstimulated to have you near him.
You laughed softly at his adorable reaction, the way his cheeks went up, narrowing his eyes more, his smile, hiding his upper lip and showing his teeth, ready to speak again.
âI have an interview for Rolling Stone in a few minutes, but after that I'm all yours, I promise, let's get you to say hi to the guysâ Hyunjin spoke softly taking you by the hand.
You happily walked into the place, but your smile faded as you saw one of the girls wildly kissing the lead vocalist, Han, on one of the couches while she was sitting on his lap. Another girl on the drummer's lap as he sat behind the instrument and the bassist talking animatedly with another girl.
âHey, guysâ you said shyly trying not to interrupt something.
The members came out of their trances and greeted you.
âDo you want something to drink?â Hyunjin tried to distract you with a tender smile.
âI'll get it, loveâ you smiled at Hyunjin giving him a quick kiss on his full lips and headed to the drink table.
Hyunjin made himself comfortable on an elongated couch, alone, and waiting for you.
âAnd you, Hyunjin, if you had the chance to smoke and chat with any singer who would it be with?â one of the girls came dangerously close to Hyunjin, plopping down on the couch very close to him, placing her hand on his thigh.
You turned around, with the two drinks in your hands and suddenly saw the scene of the girl near your boyfriend, making you squint your eyes in annoyance.
âI don't smoke. I don't know⌠Steven Tyler maybeâ stood Hyunjin uncomfortably and walked to your direction, giving you a tender smile and taking one of the glasses.
âGod, his daughter is beautiful, we saw her at that club in L.A., didn't we? A pretty, educated girl�� added Chris, the drummer.
âThe correct answer is Bon Jovi, he's too good looking, who wouldn't want to talk to him?â commented Changbin, the bass player.
Los Angeles, you thought, just California that Hyunjin told you so passionately about a few moments ago⌠you couldn't help but think of ideas not good at all, you were jealous, upset and a little hurt. You knew Hyunjin would never do anything to hurt you⌠or would he?
You looked at him, he understood your look instantly, he knew you as well as every string of his favorite precious guitar and tried to pull you away from them, taking you to his dressing room, ready to calm you down and be more in privacy. Hyunjin knew you were easily angered, you tried to be a cute and docile girlfriend but you couldn't. He recognized your annoyed expression, making him bite his lip undecided what to say.
âThose girls are always with you?â you spat annoyed.
âY/nâŚâ tried to reassure you Hyunjin.
âHyunjin have you been with a groupie?â you blurted out suddenly staring him straight in the eyes defiantly.
You weren't thinking clearly, anger took over you, you were aware that it happened every time they finished a concert, or at least you want to think it's like that for the rest of the members who are single, but seeing it with your own eyes made your blood boil at the thought of a girl near your boyfriend trying to seduce him. The life of a rock star girlfriend wasn't for you, you wanted Hyunjin all to yourself.
âYou know I wouldn't do that⌠I waited every day for you, I thought every day about youâ Hyunjin replied, taking your glass and leaving it on a small table over there just like his drink.
Hyunjin searched for your gaze, you didn't want to see him, you were behaving a bit childish but his words could be a lie, after all he was a rising star. He grabbed your forearm, squeezing them gently between his large hands and you turned to look at him. His tender but manly face of compassion, his thick eyebrows making the slightest expression of concern, if you didn't love him too much you would have trust issues, but you believed Hyunjin blindly.
You approached up to him and hugged him, he reciprocated the happy gesture, your heartbeats joining and the closeness of your body, Hyunjin was so in love that if there was a way to make you do it clearly, he would do it without thinking. Sex was not enough, he wanted to live inside you forever and he was so passionate about it that he wrote countless songs, you were his muse and the great love of his life.
You stood on your tiptoes and brought your arms up to wrap around his neck with a smile.
âTomorrow, let's go to your favorite place in Greenwich Village, okay?â you said to him, letting your frustrations pass you by.
Hyunjin raised his eyebrows excitedly and smiled sweetly without showing his teeth.
âI'm dying to go⌠and to kiss you and make love to you while we play an Audrey Hepburn movie in the backgroundâŚâ he said slowly and flirtatiously, holding you tighter around the waist and leering at you from above.
You laughed softly as you remembered the first time you fucked in his apartment, where he promised a romantic movie date and ended up frantically pounding your pussy as he cummed in you.
Hyunjin leaned further into you, closing his eyes and kissing you fiercely, after a little over a minute, his sizzling kisses suddenly turned you on, making you weak in his arms. You hadn't had sex with Hyunjin for two long months, at this point you thought it was even abstinence, you needed him.
He continued to tease you with his deep, slow kisses as he groped your body and brazenly ran his hands under your dress, reaching down to your bare bottom wearing only panties and massaged your ass hard. You were starting to feel a mess of emotions, but luckily this time you finally had your boyfriend with you.
Hyunjin continued to squeeze you tightly, drawing you to his body and this time feeling that he was the same way you were, aroused. Hyunjin found his way to bring his dominant hand to your entrance, making you open your mouth slightly in a soft moan between the kiss. He pulled inches away from you, almost still almost touching your lips and you saw how attractive your boyfriend looked with his slightly intimidating gaze and fuller lips from your passionate kisses.
âI missed you so muchâ he said excitedly, nimbly pushing aside the fabric of your panties for better access to your area.
You lowered your hands from his neck and held onto his abdomen. Hyunjin was more turned on by the slight difficulty in caressing your pussy because you were standing still. You felt his long, slender, slightly raspy fingers, due the strings of his guitar, stroking along your tight, compressed folds and you spread your legs wider trying to facilitate his caresses, Hyunjin smirked smugly at the sight of you horny, licking his lips.
âDo you like it, love?â he sighed amused and excited.
You nodded awkwardly and didn't stop looking into his eyes for a second, but your peripheral vision caught perfectly his long arm guided in your area, you were losing more and more strength, every touch of Hyunjin made you lose your sanity, he was so skilled with his hands and fingers, after all he was a talented guitarist, you wanted to fuck him so desperately, to feel filled by him after such a long time. You didn't think about it and your hand also went to his prominent bulge, rubbing it gently, this time driving your boyfriend crazy. You stroked and squeezed the denim, he was so hard and at the same time his cock was so soft and slick, it always felt good.
Hyunjin sped up his rubbing on your clitoris, making you tremble a little, he leaned towards you bringing his foreheads together and looking at you sweetly.
âDo you want me to fuck you with my fingers, my sweet angel?â he said, as you felt his hot, heavy breathing hit your face.
âYesâ you moaned in between breaths.
Your boyfriend smiled sweetly, so innocent almost like he didn't seem to know exactly the distance from your labia to your entrance, slipping two of his fingers easily into your tight, wet hole. He gently fingered you, enjoying your caresses on his erection and being in control of your pleasure, occasionally looking smugly to his right side as you were in front of the mirror, watching your body tremble before him, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for you to stand, so your boyfriend, concerned looked for an immediate solution, looking at his dressing room chair.
âSit down. Let me taste you, loveâ he whispered in your ear, gently pulling his hand away from you.
You were about to do so but a voice near you, interrupted you.
âHyunjiiiin, come out, where are you? The Rolling Stone fuckers are about to arriveâ you heard a rather familiar voice shout, as it slowly approached.
Hyunjin opened his eyes in fright, causing you tenderness, followed by a gasp of frustration.
âShit, I can't show up to the interview like thisâ he groaned in frustration.
You looked at your boyfriend's large and noticeable erection in his pants, and you again directed your hand on it squeezing it gently and looked him submissively in the eyes.
âLet me help you, Jinnieâ you said seductively, stroking his bulge to which he moaned.
âB-butâ he was about to protest.
âShhâ you silenced him, giving him a quick kiss and a cocky grin.
And with no time to waste you got down on your knees in front of his cock, you were so aroused, your pussy was throbbing hard and your throat was suddenly dry and ready to be filled with boyfriend's stiff member. You loved giving him blowjobs, his cock was exquisitely long and Hyunjin always knew how to use it with agility at every strategic spot on you, he knew you so well. You nimbly pulled down his pants and underwear finding his well standing and sensitive manhood, your boyfriend whimpered, yes, he was excited to see you too.
You grasped the base of his penis with your right hand and gently held his balls with your other hand, you raised your gaze to Hyunjin, who was pressing his lips tightly together letting himself be carried away by your touches. You ran your hand over his slightly tanned cock, your mouth was salivating more and more and your poor pussy was also reacting for your boyfriend's erect cock. You had forgotten how it was the last time you sucked him off and you were more than happy to be able to do it again. You gently spat on its tip and lubed it further, jerking it off in the process, feeling its slippery, slightly rough texture; Hyunjin was panting hard, letting out deep sighs and moans from his chest, a completely vocal boy.
You stuck out your tongue a little and opened your mouth to flick his big piece of organ on your needed tongue, tasting a little of his nice white precum, until finally introducing it little by little in your mouth, making sure your lips also felt what was yours, Hyunjin's big cock, all yours. He was big and with a very good thickness, always filling your insides to overflowing, to your limit; you had it all with him, he was cute, romantic and gave you the best orgasms.
Hyunjin whimpered at the feeling of the inside of your soft cheeks caressing his cock and immediately held onto your hair delicately without pulling it.
âAggh, sweetheart, it feels so goodâ he gasped.
âHyunjin, where the fuck are you man?â they shouted again.
âFuckâ gasped your boyfriend frustrated by the situation and the tightness of his cock in your mouth.
You also felt the pressure, your blood flow rushing harder and your heart racing, you had to make your boyfriend cum fast; so you started sucking him hard and keeping a little faster pace than usual, back and forth, taking all his swollen and throbbing length expertly.
âHyunjinâ you heard again a call in the distance. âHyunjin come out, the Rolling Stone magazine people are here.â
âI'm comingâ he squealed out loud in a shuddering whimper, completely lost from the stimulation of his cock in your mouth, âI'm literally coming, what the fuckâ moaned Hyunjin biting his lip and taking more tightly your hair, intensifying your movements, fucking your mouth wildly.
You felt your boyfriend's climax near, so he didn't hesitate to feel the bottom of your throat, pushing hard on your head until you felt his tickling glans rubbing your throat as your boyfriend gave gentle lunges, you whimpered on his cock, your eyes quickly watered, you couldn't breathe somehow and, after a few seconds, he pushed you away a little. Finally, you saw his head falling back, his thighs quivering and his perfect abdomen contracting as he babbled excitedly and barely understandable your name. Until you felt his glorious shot of cum in your mouth, filling you completely; Hyunjin always cum in one strong shot and then his cum kept coming slowly so you waited to have it all in you. He subtly stopped holding your hair tightly and gently pushed your head off his member; resulting in the obscene image of his shiny, lubricated cock spurting out of your mouth as more of his liquid fell to the floor.
You swallowed your boyfriend's thick, white liquid and stood up quickly, Hyunjin was trying to steady himself and think clearly again, but you recognized that he was in a hurry, that was the main reason you were sucking him fast and hard so he would ejaculate fast and also the reason you tried to quench your fiery desire and arousal, he had to continue being a rock star and doing rock star things.
âCome on, Hyunjin you have to go outâ you told him.
Your boyfriend gently shook his head as he stared at you and reacted instantly, rearranging his cock back into his underwear and pulling up his pants, you watched the scene cheekily biting your lip, even without him being hard, you could clearly see the big package your boyfriend was hiding in his pants, you blushed and once again thought of all the fucking groupies fantasizing about fucking him.
Hyunjin took your face in his hands and made you look into his eyes, his sharp dark eyes that made him look so intimidating, if only they knew he was the most tender and you had him in the palm of your hand, so docile and obedient.
âI promise to reward you, okay?â he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead, âThank you for that, love, I love you.â
You nodded softly even with his grip on your cheeks, you watched him lovingly. And you watched him walk away, ready to go back to being the shining star Hwang Hyunjin.
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hi yume congrats on your follower event, you deserve each one !! <3 can i please order a dragonfruit champagne sundae HEHE đ§đťââď¸
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đ dish descăďźa drunk date gone unexpectedly wrong?
ďźăđđ labelsăsmutty, drunk, engaged in Sunday and not yet with blade, im sorry if you were disappointed dhil was not here because of the dragon label (I really canât write him well lolol i hope I compensated with blade & chicken boy) MINORS DNI
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A FANCY dinner in the Reverieâs most expensive restaurant is nothing but a part of SUNDAYâs âcasual dateâ plan.
heâs a refined man, and a gentleman at that- he knows all the right things to do to swoon you. he knows how to make you flush, he knows just exactly when you expected a kiss from him. and of course, he knows what to say to make you fall over yourself, as if he has the entire script of your dialogue in his hands. things like this are so easy for him to do, and his plans always work out because of how expertly he steers you around.
unfortunately, a possibility he did not foresee was thisâ a drunk you, wasted and tipsy and giggling at his âfunny chicken wingsââ all the while carelessly leaning into him and basically being so difficult. it was difficult for him to restrain the heat that slowly pulses through his entire body when you sloppily say daring things your shy self wonât ever dare say when sober.
âsweetheart, pleaseâ weâre in a public area.â he gently tells you at first, trying to recover you back to your original stateâ although itâs just futile attempts of him trying to make you sit upright and not leaning into his chest because it makes him hot and hard to breathe.
âno weâre noooot, people arenât aroundâŚ.â you slur, batting your eyes up at him sleepily with an attractive little smile lit up by the dim candles. and lord, he feels tricked. he feels like heâs lost to you for some reason- the way your sleepy gaze and your soft voice pulls on his restraints deceptively gently like a sirenâs call- heâs glad the area is dim and people arenât around, because the head of the oak family not knowing what to do with his evident blush across his face would give away how little control he actually has over himself.
âdonât do that,â he reprimands you. his eyes are blazing with a dark flame thatâs far too intense for you to take in-
but your sluggish brain does not register anything- you only giggle and swat his arm thatâs warningly on your own. âor else what?â you hiccup with a grin.
lavish silver plates clatter and fall to the ground rhythmically with your loud gasps when sundayâs cock thrusts violently into you once more, a lewd slap echoing across the embarrassingly empty restaurantâ chest pressed firmly against your table while you hold onto the smooth sides to barely hang on. ââs-slow down,â youâd plead to him- helplessly dangling to the silky tablecloth, to no avail, since it slips out of your grasps easily when he pounds into you with dangerous speed.
âoh? you seemed keen to tease me earlier. are you already sober, angel?â he slows to talk to you in condescension, but when you try to tell him that the alcohol made you do thatâ he only picks up the pace, escalating your words into incoherent pleas of release-
âsaying such dirty little words in a lovely restaurant. do I have to fuck in some manners into your pretty head?â with another violent thrust and a groan, he drags himself out against your slit to coat it with wet fluids that trickle down your sides to spill all over the table.
yes, he thinks itâs deceptive, the way your pussy struggles to take in his load, the way you mewl and squeal his name for more, drunk and needyâ the way your ass moves so lewdly with the rhythm of his thrusts, skin trembling. this is sin, he knows, but you are just too beautiful for him to stop. maybe he will have to feed you more purposeful alcohol when youâre sober again, because fuck, how could you be even more obscenely seductive in this state?
#Bŕžŕ˝˛ŕžŕ˝˛ŕžŕ˝˛ŕžŕ˝˛ŕžŕ˝˛ŕžŕ˝˛ŕžŕ˝˛ŕžŕ˝˛LADE
BLADE doesnât know how to reactâ because his only recent alcohol experience is when he occasionally joined kafka for wine- and the woman showed no signs of being drunk at all.
but when he sees you- subdued to a giggling tipsy mess, his mind draws a blank. What was he supposed to do? he calls your name out briefly, then realized you were too busy burying yourself in his arms like a cat, smiling dreamily at him while telling him his eyes look so pretty today.
he doesnât like the way his chest tightens up when you say that. he doesnât like the way he feels so out of control as if the mara is actually taking him over- guiding his hands to tighten around your waist, possessive touches that make you squeal.
âstop that,â he mutters, indirectly at you and at himself.
âstop what, bladie?â you ask with a playful kiss on his jaw, which visibly tightens. âoh come on, donât be so uptight. didnât you plan this date?â you continue to trip over your words and droop all over his arms like pudding so bad that blade had to press your back against him so you wonât tip over.
he did plan the home date, just by Kafkaâs constant teasing. sheâd told him that wine was the perfect idea, that they would be able to have a âheartfelt one on one conversation.â he thought that part meant you would be able to be coherent but unfortunately no, now youâre drunk and illogical and basically his entire plan to talk to you seriously about engagement just went downhill.
âwe have to talk,â he says directly, although his voice comes out so weird, as if itâs being strangled. the weird heat in his body spreads violently when you turn around to face him with a little lovely smile, eyelashes drooping, hands so sneakily fiddling with the hem of his belt.
âwhat could you possibly want to talk about right nângh!â
your sentence goes unfinished, and the next thing you know, your face is pressed flat against the cushion couch. you canât see anything at all, but you hear hasty movements and a belt clanking to the floor, and suddenly his cold hands are right on you, veiny fingers tracing the outline of your puffy clit before hooking up the strap of fabric with a finger to tear it easily.
when you continue to beg him for an answer, he shuts you up with his thick cock that wedges its way into your gummy walls, stretching you all so suddenly to make you gasp into the pillows.
âb-blade,â you whine, â-sâ too big.â
âill make it fit,â he says simply, but the primal groan beneath it lets you know heâs not going to stop until he fits it in.
he buries into you at a cruelly fast pace, too lost in his own euphoria to hear you whimper and sob how much itâs hurting. aeons, why is he doing this just now? the way you clench around him draws out a lengthy groan, leaning against the table to calm himself down from such an arousing sight of glistening moisture soaking his cock nicely.
the cold air tickling your ass disperses quickly with his animalistic thrusts that give you burning heat, fucking out your constant whimpers and squeals that youâre going to cum, and he lets you cum, hastily pounding himself in to relieve the bothersome blistering arousal that spurts all over your walls to paint them his.
now he knows that kafka fucking did plan this out, but heâs not angry. in fact, he is almost thankful she set him up, because good lord, he knows he wonât ever be satisfied until your holes are stuffed full with his cum.
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hello dear!! i dont know if your are still taking requests or not, but if do you i would really love to see you write something fluff with a drunk daryl and reader, where he totally forgot that they are dating and just start acting shy and awkward around her, i know its cliche but i really love how you write daryl and think it would be so cute to see something like that written by youđ, but i totally understand if you are busy, i hope you are having a great day!đĽ°
A drunk Daryl grows uncharacteristically shy around you, forgetting for a moment that you're together.
author notes: I just want to say its not v common for people who are drinking to forget who their s/o's are, but anything for you lolol, enjoy!!! x
thank you for the love!!!
The Alexandria dinner party is louder than usual, laughter spilling out into the quiet night. Someone had insisted on opening the last few bottles of wine, and you watch with amusement as Daryl, leaning against the far wall, swirls the red liquid in his glass like itâs some kind of trap.
âNever took you for a wine guy,â you tease, stepping closer. His eyes dart to yours, and the flush on his face deepens. You figure the alcoholâs working its magic, though Daryl had always been shy about these kinds of thingsâespecially in a crowd.
âDonât even taste right,â he mutters, setting the glass on a nearby table like it might bite him.
You grin. âThen why drink it?â
He shrugs, glancing at you sideways. The usual ease between you feels a little... off. His gaze flicks to your face, then away again, like heâs avoiding something. You tilt your head, trying to figure out whatâs wrong, when his voice breaks the quiet.
âYou look real nice tonight.â
The words come out low and shy, almost like he hadnât meant to say them. You blink, surprised, but before you can respond, he fumbles to add, âNot that ya donât always, but... I mean, yeah.â
âDaryl,â you say, trying to catch his eye. Heâs looking anywhere but at you now, cheeks burning. âAre you okay?â
ââM fine,â he grumbles, crossing his arms. But the way he shifts on his feet, the nervous way he rubs the back of his neckâitâs not like him. You step closer, studying him, until something clicks.
âOh my god.â You canât stop the laugh that bubbles up. âYou donât remember, do you?â
His brows furrow, lips parting in confusion. âRemember what?â
You canât believe it. âYouâre acting like we just met or something.â
Daryl stares at you, his eyes swimming with haze, but he blinks hard, trying to piece it all together. His eyes widen slightly. âWait... weâreâ?â
âYes, Daryl,â you say, trying to suppress another laugh. âWeâre together, at least I thought so,â
The realization hits him like a brick wall. His mouth opens, then closes, and for a second he just stares at you, dumbfounded. âShit,â he mutters, rubbing a hand over his face. âIâuh... forgot.â
âObviously,â you tease, stepping even closer until youâre standing right in front of him. âShould I be worried youâre forgetting about me already?â
âNah,â he says quickly, his voice quiet but insistent. âJust... too much wine. âS all.â
You bite your lip, trying not to smile too wide at how bashful he looks. The Daryl you know is rarely this unguarded, and itâs endearing. But as you watch him glance down at youâhis face still flushed and his nerves practically visibleâyou catch something softer in his expression. His hand drifts to the back of his neck again, but this time, a crooked grin follows.
âYouâre... somethinâ else,â he murmurs under his breath, almost to himself. âMust be the luckiest som' bitch,â
The words catch you off guard, and warmth blooms in your chest. âDamn right you are,â you say softly, but thereâs no teasing in your tone anymore.
His lips twitch, and he finally dares to meet your gaze. âGuess I donât mind that.â
You smirk, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. The move makes him freeze for half a second before his face turns a deeper shade of red, but his hand brushes yours in a subtle, almost instinctive gesture. Even drunk, even shy, Daryl Dixon couldnât hide how much he cared.
âCâmon,â you say, tugging lightly at his hand. âLetâs get you some water before you forget anything else."
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heâs smiling����đ
#suffer with us lolol#what the actual fuck#literally how fucking dare he#hook aew#aew hook#hook#send hook#tyler senerchia#floofy boy#daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry.#the smiles#he canât help it#heâs a cinnamon roll#but looks like he could kill you#but he is definitely a cinnamon roll#đĽšđĽšđĽš
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Ok, I just can't get out of my head, big brother Silver and Malleus. Maybe MC and Lilia having their own child and it's a baby girl. She'd be the most beloved little girl in the Valley. I can imagine this is Silver's first time meeting a baby that young and he'd be so soft uwu. Like, he'd be her perfect prince and he'd be more than happy to live up to her image. He takes his role as being her big brother as seriously as his role as Malleus' knight. Malleus, meanwhile. I mean, the child is the product of his favorite human and his father figure. Say no more. Man would basically ignore a royal counsel meeting if it means going to one of her tea parties. Super duper important meeting... Yeah, that's a tomorrow problem. Man has a tea party to go and a messily writter invite in glitter ink is basically on top of his paperwork so he won't forget it. Ok, sorry for the rant. It's just nothing makes me softer than Lilia being a dad again and getting another member in his beloved family. Thank you.
Hello Anonie đşđˇđ
First of all Anonie, *grabs you by the shoulders* never be sorry about sending me these! I love love love fluff, especially domestic fluff! And adding on babies?! Ahsjsjjdd Anonie???? Iâm the one who suffers from baby fever constantly ansjsjjdjfd believe me, I adore it. (My first fic was a lilia x reader who had a child together ahhhhđđđ). This is some of my faves to see in fics đđđşđş
One of my fave ideas is a little girl being born into the Diasomnia family. I can see it change their dynamics but also not change it. Certain aspects will remain the same: teaching self defense/training, escaping Liliaâs food (unless sheâs the rare one that likes it, to the detriment of everyone else haha), the pranks, etc.
But also, sheâll have these four overprotective figures in her life. Can you imagine when she dates? The sheer panic??
Malleus will eventually have to take a spouse, Silver might too, and now Liliaâs little girl? Papa is going to have a meltdown. Everyone is getting married and leaving him! (Ironic lmfaoo) But, relax, she was just born Lilia! Sheâs still a toddler! MC out here looking at this ex-general turned drama papa and enjoying the chaos in a fondly exasperated way.
Sebek, Sebek honey, you are so lucky not to deal with this đ¤Łđ¤Ł thatâs a Baul problem đđ
As we seen with Silver and the kids durning the bunny event, Silver is trying his best to be the best brother and Prince Charming figure to his little sister. He justâŚhas trouble at times 𤣠But she knows her big brother Silver well just like she knows big brother Malleus, in her eyes, no one is as charming as them.
Heâs going to take her and his animal friends to the meadows nearby. Theyâll make flower crowns and talk about whatâs for dinner as they forage for ingredients. I can see Silver teaching her to dance as Malleus taught him and Lilia.
Sheâll sit on his shoulders and pick from apple trees. Heâll teach her how to pick berries. Heâll teach her about animal tracksand hunting. Of course, for now, sheâs too young. But no one is too young to learn survival skills right? â¨â¨
She can even train with him and heâll carry her back when sheâs tired. All tucked into him, safe in his arms.
As for Malleus? What meeting? His only meeting is this tea party that heâs been invited to. Donât you see this messy yet glitter filled invite? How dare you try and stop him? Jkjk but at the same time Iâm not. đ
Big Brother Malleus is not going to miss out. He was late once, stupid councilmen, and the sad look he saw then had him almost burning the castle down. Lolol jkjk âŚmaybe.
I can see Malleus getting busy with work at times, maybe so busy he late to dinner. Next thing he knows, thereâs a tiny person peeking over his paperwork, giving him a look that can rival Liliaâs cute pout. (Itâs even better than his in fact, no one tell Lilia but I doubt heâd mind. Heâll gladly give that mantle to his baby girl)
His baby sister asks him when heâs coming for dinner and itâs late, wonât he take a break? The way this Fae King folds? It would astound the masses. đ
On the days where Malleus says he canât join, oh my dear king, this baby girl is as stubbornness as her papa and brothers. She will pout and sit there, threatening not to eat until her big brother does. How can you deny that?
You know that phase that all little girls go through? The one where they want to marry the ones they really love? Watch these three just try their best to get her to choose them. đđ¤Ł
The winner is MC, of course, no one can beat Mama đđ laughing at the thought of the three depressed in the dark corner.
Ahhh this was so cute! Thank you for sending this in Anonie đđđđ
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guess who's back, back again, it's đ anon back at it again!
so. Sampo Koski (i'm fully inclined to say his full ass name because why not, it's hilarious) recently i had a big craving for his bratty little ass, so i was thinking, maybe reader (gn or otherwise) getting way too tired of his quips and just... fucking him roughly, rough sex, bondage (or any form of BDSM), some (or a lot of) manhandling and a teensy bit of a blood (either from clawing or biting can work!) can work really well!
but honestly, go wild i donât really mind whatsoever, iâm swamped with work right now and i just need to satisfy my needs from them lolol.
so, again, have fun with this request!
from, le đ anon!
Hello hello~! Great to see you again. After two whole months, I hope you arenât that swamped with work anymore? Haha
Dom!reader x sub!sampo - reader is gn
Warning: bondage, pegging (I use dick), rough sex, slapping, manhandling, chocking, scratching, mention of death, hair pulling, edging
It was a mistake to trust him.
Seriously, this man is wanted by the guards and owns the infamous image of a liar, how could you believe in his words? Maybe they were just too sweet, too tempting and irresistible. Even so, it doesnât justify how stupid you were to trust him. That sweet yet two faced smile, it made you blind. I mean- how dared he scam you with low quality ropes?!
All you wanted was to buy some nice, pretty ropes, and he even gave you a discount. Then he talked big about how well he threats his customers, and that heâd personally bring it to your house. Though the moment you glanced at the item, seeing the rough texture and poor handicraft, your jaw dropped. No wonder the price was so damn cheap, this guy tried to rip you off! Who did he take you for? This wonât do, you wasnât someone easy whoâd let it slide after him apologising. Youâve been so excited to receive it after all, thatâs why you had to teach him a lesson.
You grabbed him by his arm and dragged him inside, throwing him onto the ground. The rope slipped from his hands, landing next to him. A cold look in your eyes and you kicked his sides, telling him to get onto the bed. He eventually obliged, then you began stripping his clothes. Sampo let you do it with a sheepish smile and dropping eyes, chuckling satisfied. That lewd little fox just loved it when you are rough with him, when you push him around and put him in his place. Now his face was being pushed into a fluffy pillow while his ass was high in the air, kneeling basically. Wrists near his ankle as you brought the red rope closer to him, straightening it out then whispering, âhold still.â
With a swift move, you tightened the knot around his wrist, pulling with all your strength. He groaned a little and bawled his hands into fists, fully aware that there will be bruises on the next day. âMost esteemed customer~ why⌠are you testing your product on me?â His voice got higher towards the end, a sense of excitement hidden under the surface. âHah, come on, we are more than just merchant and buyer.â You reminded him while giving his bare butt a harsh slap, leaving behind a red mark. âNghh~! Ahaha! Oh y/n, you are as fascinating as ever.â
Thatâs right, you two have shared some intimacy before and despite the relationship you both had he still tried to scam you. âSave your flattery for later. Now, tell me, does this feel like quality ropes?â You asked him with a scorn, in the meantime opening the lit of a bottle. The tall male had a rather sarcastic expression, acting like he didnât know. Though the answer was as clear as day. He could feel it rub against his flesh, irritating and burning his skin. It had an itchy feeling to it, yet it also hurt, causing the area around it to turn red.
A faint blush covered the cheeks of the boy. His breathing was heavy and ragged, sweat forming on his forehead. Then you grabbed his roots and yanked on his hair, making him arch his back into a crescent shape, mumbling, âanswer me.â The rather rough treatment was immediately met with a loud moan, âuhhH-nNNGhhh~! Ah, be gentle, y/n..â finally he looked at you, mouth parted and tongue hanging out a little. His face also reddened by a few shades, the corners of his lips were curled into a grin.
âI take it you know what this means for you?â You sighed and asked him, squeezing a large amount of lube onto your inner palm. He acted like he didnât know, staying quiet and making a -hmm?- sound. So you continued with, âyour punishment, for deceiving me.â Then you stuck two fingers inside his hole, fingering him sloppily. âPunish.. ment? Ah-ngHhhh..! To-too rough~âĄâ Sampo threw his head back, his blue-white hair bouncing around. âYes, punishment for bad boys.â
Seeing how he shuddered and shook, you deemed him prepared enough and pulled your fingers out. Afterwards you lined the tip of your length to his hole, followed by you dropping the bottle onto the ground and grabbing his waist with both hands. Holding him, making him stick his ass out some more. âMhmm~ ha, haah⌠donât hold back now, dear customer.â His breathing became even more ragged, he was obviously enjoying this. âWhat a fucking whore.â You chuckled, giving his bottom another squeeze, spreading his hole with two fingers before penetrating him.
You slowly pushed the tip in, noticing how his shoulders jerked upwards, the oh so familiar grin returned to his wet lips. Since he was taking this so well, you might as well speeding up the process. With one snap of your hip, you pushed the rest of it inside him, your pelvis hitting his ass. âNgGGHhh~!! Ah- f-fuck, so good, more, ha- mHm, do me harder âĄâĽď¸!â Sampo cried out, hands wrapped around his own ankle, grip tightening with all his might. He wanted to trash around so bad, though the restrains werenât bulging in the slightest. Keeping him in check, unmoving and restricted.
Without wasting much time, you began moving, thrusting your dick in and out of him at a fast pace. âAhHh!â He moaned at the sensation, at you rubbing against his walls and hitting places so deep inside him that it made him see stars. Then you leaned closer to him, grabbing his hair again as you whispered into his ear, âYou said harder? Letâs see if you can take it then.â After that you licked his earlobe, running your tongue all over the shell while moving your hips ruthlessly. âNGhhh! Y/nnn~! Ah, t-touch me more!â He whimpered, wanting you to show some attention to his leaking member, but you ignored him.
Instead, you opened your mouth and bit his shoulder, trying to raise the speed even more. The hand on his hip gripped him harsh enough to leave bruises, the other one accidentally ripped off some strains of hair from his scalp. You bit down even more when his voice hitched, enough to draw out some fresh drops of blood. At this point he was a withering mess, crying with such a dumb yet blissful expression on his face, his blush spread to his shoulders as well. âOoOhhhH, AHHnnHgg fuuuck!! There, r-right there, so good, fuck me more, more!!â A series of unintelligible words left him, echoing through the lust-ridden room.
The pain he felt from your rough treatment, from the newly gotten bruises and wounds all faded away the moment you found his sweet spot. Not only that, youâve been abusing that poor area with such brutality he felt like he was gonna die. Each time the tip pressed and hammered against that spot, his head would empty themselves and more tears would fell from his eyes. Drool was hanging out of his mouth as you relentlessly pounded into him, panting and doing your best to keep the tempo up.
âHah⌠this is hardly a punishment for you, isnât it?â You scoffed under your breath, feeling a little bothered by it. Thatâs why you slapped and scratched his butt again, cursing out, âlook at what a fucking pervert you are, Sampo koski.â After drawing some blood with your nails, you insulted him, smirking sadistic. His face was quite a sight to behold, so chaotic and blushy, so damn adorable. âUhHHmm!~âĄâĽď¸ GuUughhh!!â All he did was whimpering and moaning like some dog in heat, struggling against his restrains while his cock leaked his filthy pre onto the bed. With all the remaining strength he had, he meekly trust his hips back against you, trying to get you to go even further.
Then you stopped, very abruptly. âAh-ahhh..?â A confused squeak escaped him. Hands still holding his hips while he sobbed into the pillow, but you didnât move at all. âShall I just leave you like this? Considering you arenât seeing this as a punishment.â You asked yourself, though talked loud enough for him to hear, you wanted him to know. âuhhh- huuu~?? N-no! Donât stop y-yet!â His voice was rough and hoarse from his screaming his lungs out. That man really has no shame considering how loud his volume was the entire time.
He turned his head back, trying to look at you. And when he did, a shiver ran down his spine, almost enough to push him over the edge. You were smiling with your eyes, a dangerous look, one that told him to run away r heâd regret it. But, to him, he was already too deep in this mess to escape. This was going to be a long night for him, and he knew since the beginning. âYou wanna cum, Sampo?â You began, leaning down to his level again. By doing so you pushed your dick a little deeper in and he whined at the friction. The male didnât respond with words, he only nodded his head hesitantly, meekly. A sense of fear and pleasure bubbling inside him. How he loved to feel like nothing next to you.
Next thing he knew you clasped one hand over his eyes and wrapped the other one around his throat, squeezing him, about it choke him. âBe a good boy and endure it. If Iâm satisfied, Iâll let you cum.â
His heart pounded against his chest, he felt lightheaded. All the ecstasy and anticipation was making him dizzy with lust. He didnât even have to think twice before groaning with a low voice, âyes, please, toy with me. Kill me with your loveâĄâ
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Silver and Gold (M!Siren!Reader x M!Pirate Captain)
Pairing: Male!Flirty!Siren!Reader x Male!Pirate Captain
Genre: Pirates, Flirting, First Meetings
Word Count: 2570 words
Warnings: N/A
Summary: For living a life in a sailorâs death trap, you think youâd be used to handsome pirate captains, rushing headlong into adventure. But something about todayâs quarry seems different.
Request May I request a flirty male! siren! reader with a male gruff pirate captain? I'll leave the details up to you! Love your works by the way, take all the dang time you need. :3
A/N: Alright now THIS one should be accurate to the request lolol. You guys get a two for one special!
Life in the Dragonâs Teeth was shockingly boring.
Its reputation is infamous, the majority of sailors being sensible enough to leave it well enough alone. Of the people who dared to enter most were young and braggadocious sailors looking to prove their worth, who often made for quite boring sport. They always thought they were somehow better than siren magic, that pure belief could beat an enchantment powerful enough to literally make men wantonly fall to their deaths.
Bo-ring.
You think, watching one such ship entering into the gorge, men lined up the sides like pigs ready for slaughter. Your ravenous siblings all leap for the chances, hiding behind treacherous rocks or laying alluringly on outcrops, all ready for a taste. Despite the ship you all sank just one week ago, their bellies never seem to fill.
You however, have grown tired of this. Too easy, too monotonous. Maybe itâs time you finally spread your fins and leave the gorge, head into open water and explore the seas. Would be much more interesting than this, that's for sure.
You roll back over on your fins as the sirenâs begin to sing, a haunting chorus bouncing off the chasm as the ship deftly avoids the rocks. Rolling your eyes, you daydream about the Great Barrier Reef, wondering if itâs as magnificent as they say.
But then-
âUgh, come on!â A particularly voracious sister of yours hum to a tune of discontent, harshing her usually sweet melody. âIâm hungry! Why is this taking so long?â
âI donât know.â A more rational brother of yours whispers, just loud enough for you to hear from your outcrop. âThey should be overboard by now.â
Thatâs enough to have you turning over, eyes lazily sweeping over the ship, now deep in the Dragonâs Teeth. To your surprise, every sailor still seems hard at work, keeping mindful of the edges of the ships, but fulfilling their duties. Even the watchman at the crowâs nest, isolated as they are, stays perched and at the ready, looking over at your beckoning family with nervous yet un-enchanted eyes.
Now this is new.
You slide down a mossy outcrop, slipping in between the confused masses of your siblings, whose songs grow more and more discordant. Some have even swam up to the sides, clawing at the bows and preening like young pups. Still, the sailors ignore them, not paying any mind.
For a whole ship to be free of a whole horde of sirenâs is a shocking thing, a terrifying thing, a wonderful new thing. You have to know more, so you crawl along the rocks, exploring the entire hull with watching eyes.Â
Is there some boon theyâve brought with them? Did they find a witch and ask for safe passage? Has Poseidon himself blessed their voyage?
You wander from man to man, trying to find a hint of any wills breaking. But while curious eyes occasionally steal a glance at your siblings, curiosity is its reason, not compulsion. Any who dare get a sharp retort from the man at the helm, though they hardly deem to notice.
Itâs then you realize, all these men are deadly silent. Not a peep between them, not even shouting orders. Except the helmsman, all the others silently following a preapproved pattern, a routine.
Oh, and what a helmsman he is.
It's easy to see how much better dressed he is than his men, a crimson coat that falls to his knees, closed by several belts and buckles over a ruffle white shirt. Gold studs decorate up and down his ears yet he is sparsely decorated elsewhere. Long black hair peppered with gray is tied in a low ponytail, healthy and silky despite a life at sea. His beard is less maintained, more scraggly, split apart by the occasional scar across his jaw. His boots are polished leath, not a scratch or stain on them, and his trousers are well fitted. Especially across his buttocks, which you take the time to appreciate.
The other thing that catches your eyes are his hands. Hands which swiftly attend to the wheel, in fact are tied to the rudders. His breathing is labored slightly, his cheeks darkened from focused exertion. Still, he keeps his eyes straight, shouting loudly to a young third mate who dares to ean over the side of the ship. The man ignores him, up until the captain kicks at a nearby can into the man's leg, shocking him to attention.
Oh, I see.
Seems youâve found yourself an interesting prey.
â
Royce felt like a fool.
All his life heâs been a pragmatic man. Where other Captains gambled, brawled, and squandered their lives in stupid feats of bravado, he had always kept a level head. Sure, heâs a pirate and knew to have some fun, but he always did so with care.
He had weighed his options heavily before deciding on the Dragonâs Keep. It wasnât easy, nor without risk, but the quickness of the route and the assurances of his men had convinced him. His plan would allow them to reach their next port in half the time, beating out any other rival crews to what was rumored to be an excellent bounty. He had even concocted a plan to ensure casualties would be at a minimum, scrounging for texts and stories about the fabled place to be best prepared.
But he had just been so goddamned curious.
âCotton in the ears, huh?âÂ
A melodic voice knocks Royce out of his focus, thanking the gods for his resilience and not flinching at the site of the siren, now hoisted up the side of his ship. He thanks his foresight in tying his hands to the wheel, knowing that even without a song, the siren could easily lure him to his death.
âItâs a good plan, surprised youâre the first to think of it. Thereâs always a risk of course, that weâd be louder, but it seems theyâve packed those eardrums full.â The siren drags a clawed hand across the railing. The siren has a more human disguise, fins and teeth and scales all out to show. It does not make him any less alluring.Â
Glowing yellow-green eyes dance up and down the captainâs form, a black tongue wetting the sirenâs lips.
âSo why not you, Captain?â The title drips out of the sirenâs mouth like honey, his beck arching as he relaxes along the railing, precariously balancing his weight yet not a care in the world. âIs it supposed to be a challenge, a test of your willpower?â Sharp eyes dart to his tied hands âOr just plain ego?â
Royce takes a deep breath, meeting the beastâs gaze. He is a proud man, maybe too proud, but heâs not stupid.
âI am an example for my men, siren. I cannot be bested by a simple song.â
âHmm, a likely story.â The siren sits upright, tail now swung over and onto the ship. He leans forward, a gleeful look in his eyes. âYou are doing rather well. Most men would have torn their arms clean off by now.â A heat lingers over Royceâs arms, the sirenâs gaze covetous. âIt wouldâve been a shame, they seem like very nice arms indeed.â
Royce tries not to feel flattered. These are games, that is all.
âI have faced many challenges in my life. None of them have claimed me yet.â
Royce keeps the details to a minimum. Heâs content that heâs able to keep his composure this much, the siren testing his strength.
The sirenâs laugh is as frightening as it is charming.
âAh, so ego it is. Though you seem smarter than other idiots who have tried it before.â The siren goes back to his tied hands, to his tense posture. âAnd far more handsome. Awfully bold, coming into a territory like this looking like that.â
Royce scoffs.Â
âAre you here only to play with you food, beast? Or do you find joy in plying me with compliments instead of singing?â
âOoh, some sass! Good to know your words are as sharp as your sword, Captain.â The siren licks his lips. âAnd that jawline. My, my, I think you put even my kind to shame.â
Royce rolls his eyes, only making the siren laugh more. It seems that this Siren is less interested in eating him and more in entertaining himself.
âI have to ask, most others who pass through here are looking for a fight. A chance to prove themselves. You seem rather content on passing through, your men as well. Why come through this place?â
Royce stays quiet, thinking over any potential danger in revealing his plans to siren. If anything, nothing could be more dangerous than the position he is in now.
âItâs the quickest route. My men seemed up to the challenge, and so was I. Weâre pirates, itâd be unbefitting for us to cower away from the riskier route.â
The siren nods. âTrue, true. Still, quite a risk indeed.â The siren flashes a smile full of glittering fangs.
The ship rocks, several of his men thrown to their knees as a stray rock scrapes against its side. The siren rocks with the waves, easily keeping his balance.
Royce grits his teeth. Is that what this was? A distraction? But the siren seems disquieted, slightly annoyed.
âGah, fucking ridiculous that lot. So gluttonous.â The siren leans over, hissing an angry song. Royce almost wishes for the cotton, but finds no compulsing rhythm.
The ship stops rocking, the sound of rushing water as sirens fall to the wayside. The cacophonous songs fall to the side, though some still linger, waiting for a fortunate accident to occur.
âThis place you're going to, will it have adventure?â
Royce raises his eyebrow.
âOne would hope. Treasure too.â
The Sirenâs smile is giddy, almost like a child.
âThen itâd be a shame if you got stuck here, then.â
The siren leans over the side, raising his hand, pointing to the portside.
âYouâll want to turn 20 degrees. There's a hidden outcrop that will cut through your hull.â
Royce grits his teeth, but follows the sirenâs instructions. The ship sails smoothly, barely rocking.
âNow 10 degrees.â
 Royce turns again, just missing another jagged set of rocks. Sirens hiss in the water, Royceâs companion hissing back.
âSeems dangerous, betraying your own kind like this.â
âBah, theyâll survive. Theyâre not even hungry, just peckish.â
The siren eyes him up and down again.
âThough you have me absolutely ravenous, Captain.â
Royce focuses on the wheel, hoping the siren doesnât see his ears tips turn red.
â
This is definitely the most fun youâve had in the while.
The Captains is as cunning as he is handsome, deft hands talented with the wheel. He peppers in anecdotes from his times at sea, a casual tone for such riveting stories.
In between instructions you take the time to eye him up more, those thick thighs and that strong back. You werenât lying, he does put some sirens to shame.
âYouâll want to avoid those.â You point toward a deceptive spot of calm water. âThe area alone sank an entire Navy Ship once. We feasted for weeks, though the meat was less than exemplary.â
âWith only military rations, Iâd imagine they arenât very tasty.â
âExactly! Gods, youâd think Iâd be the only siren with taste around here.â
You see the faintest of a smirk from The Captain, which he quickly stomps away. He shares your dark sense of humor, quite fitting. Youâll get a laugh out of him yet. â15 degrees, starboard-side.â
The Captain follows with ease, your directions trustworthy by now. The crew still seem wary, unaware of the conversation due to the cotton in their ears, but they continue their work. Either their trust in their captain is strong, or they're too terrified to disobey in such treacherous waters.
The sun has begun to peak through, the end of the gorge insight. Your mind is slightly conflicted. A sadness, that the most interesting person youâve met will soon be on his way. A glee, that this might be your best chance to leave the Teeth and explore the world.
The Captain clears his throat.
âItâs got its ups and downs, pirate life. Plenty of boring days, plenty of dangerous ones, plenty in betweens.â The Captainâs eyes stay on the horizon, safety so close for him and his crew. You smile.
âWould this be one of the ups, or one of the downs?â You wave to the jagged rocks, to the hungry eyes that linger from the water.
âIâm still undecided.â
You and your arm on the railing, watching the tides front the gorge clash with the ones outside.
âStill, itâs better than the same thing everyday. I think that's why most men go to sea, for the adventure, the undiscovered.â
Your eyes must be sparkling, minds filled with whales, sea turtles, with sunken ships and glorious battles.
The sun now speckles the hull of the ship, men visibly relaxing as the bow breaches the Dragonâs Teeth and splashes into safe waters. No one removes the cotton from their ears, however, still aware of your presence.
âI must thank you for your service, siren. I do not think we wouldâve made it through unscathed if not for you.â
â____, Itâs ____.â You say, eyes still on the wide ocean, on all the possibilities.
The Captain smiles, a familiar longing in your eyes.
âAnd itâs no problem. I think youâve helped me more than you know.â
You whisper, heart thrumming.Â
âYou could join us, you know.â That has you whipping around, eyes wide. âI think youâve proven yourself more than trustworthy. Besides, it would be helpful to have someone as powerful as you aboard.â
Your heart rises, bubbling up with excitement. But the fearful gaze of the rest of the crew still stings on your back, hackles raised.
âI think Iâm gonna go out on my own for a while.â You hum, tapping your claws against wood. âSee the world, really prove myself.â
The Captain keeps the quiet, nodding along silently.Â
You sigh. Just a couple of hours with this man and youâre already melancholy to leave. For shame, ___, donât you know better?
âWell, itâs a big ocean, Captain. But Iâm sure weâll see each other again.â You ready yourself on the rail, sitting upright and pivoting your tail to the outside of the ship. âWho knows, maybe Iâll be especially hungry next time.â
The Captain smirks, clicking his teeth.
âIâll put up a hell of a fight, ___.â
âOh, Iâm sure you will-â
âRoyce, the nameâs Royce. Captain Royce.â
You smile, scaly cheeks glittering like diamonds in the sun.
âUntil we meet again, Captain Royce.â
You give him a wink, eyeing up that gorgeous body of his one last time, and jump tail first into the ocean.
His ship fades into the sun as you swim away, hopeful that youâll bump into it again one day. A day when youâre more worldly, have more adventurous stories to share.
You eye up the reef, several sirens slinking away, discontent with their food stolen. Whatever, theyâll get over it.
Your older sister might be a little upset about your abrupt departure, but sheâll get over that too. After all, she often leaves to visit that pirate paramour of hers, so what's the big difference?
Hell, maybe next time, youâll come back with one of your own.
#my writing#reader insert#monster x reader#monster romance#male reader insert#pirates#sirens#monster reader
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Y2K!!
#??: BLUE LOCK BOYS AS 2000s MOVIE TROPES.
#CAUTION: PROBABLY MAKING SHIT UP AS I GO BUT WHO CARES. LOTS OF COMPOUND SENTENCES???
#BERRY'S PRE-WRITING NOTE: if you're gonna ask, "wow aya did you actually research 2000s movie tropes to write this", the answer is going to be a big fat NOOOO im going off my idea of a 2000s movie using all the ones i watched as a kid/recently. some of these may be like late 2000s at most but we're sticking to y2k lol
Jock/Popular boy that asks you out and makes you his girlfriend because his friends dared him to do it. But then he starts to actually like you and falls for you eventually. He'll run after you during prom when his friends out him and reveal that it was all a dare (initially) and tries to repair your broken heart, even if it meant embarrassing himself. Movie ends with you forcing him to do a really embarrassing dare during graduation in front of everybody to make up for hurting you.
-> OTOYA, OLIVER, Shidou (?), Imamura, Kuon (if we up his asshole-ness jusssttt a bit more), KAISER
MC's comedic relief bestfriend (most of whose lines get followed by a laugh track if the movie is bad) who wasn't even interested in you (the bff of the love interest), but as the movie goes on, you two forcibly spend more and more time with each other and eventually have to concoct the final plan that'll get MC and his love interest together. when he tries to confess 3 minutes before the movie's ending, you have to pull him in by the collar and give him a big fat kiss instead because he can't stop rubbing the back of his neck and stuttering (then credits roll as a zoom-out shot starts)
-> BACHIRA!!!!, KARASU, IGAGURI, ZANTETSUUUUUUU, Naruhaya (?), Nanase, Neru
Guy bestfriend who watches you go through severe superficial change and become somebody totally different just to be with the popular guy. You two become distant and a huge fight blows up between the two of you, and you two stop talking. After going out with popular guy, you realize how much you hate him and ditch him. You and guy bestfriend both realize how much you two actually love each other and can't stand not being together. Guy bestfriend and you both coincidentally run to the place you two usually hung out in as kids, you out of post-date frustration and him to clear his mind after what happened. You dramatically approach each other and exchange a few words before one of you confesses to fix things, then seal it with a kiss with the moon in the background.
-> Isagi, YUKIMIYA, Reo, Ness, BAROU, Kunigami
Hot vampire boyfriend. That's it lol.
-> ARYU.
#BERRY'S POST-WRITING NOTE: if you havent noticed i kinda left out the two fandom favourites (sae and rin) for the sole reason that i dont know what kind of trope they would be in. like, idk man. they're too THEM to fit into any of these or any bs trope i could come up with. i also couldnt find one for my tokimitsu but oh well he fits into another one though (MY BOYFRIEND) :333 hope you enjoyed this peepol. lets hope my two other bllk related works make it out of drafts lolol
#berry.writes <3#blue lock x reader#bllk x reader#blue lock#isagi x reader#kaiser x reader#reo x reader#karasu x reader#ness x reader#bachira x reader#shidou x reader
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Not Your Classic Vigilante [Ch. 17]
Alternate Dimension AU TW: Language, Heavily Implied Animal Cruelty (Lab Rats), Mild Body Horror, Implied Anxiety, Implied Depression, CW: OC Use, See the OC Guide [Here] Genre: Drama, Action, Angst, Light Comedy Pairing: Batfamily & Batsis!Reader, OC x Reader YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her) Word Count: 9.0K
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Notes: I told y'all it wasn't going to take long this time LOLOLOL although no promises for the next one, classes are ramping up a bit so I cranked this one out before I got on that grind lolol but, as always, I hope you all enjoy!
Disclaimer: This series is originally by@fandom-meanderer who is a close friend of mine, but she has since fallen out of her Tumblr days and asked me to finish a few series for her, hence why I am now in ownership of the Not Your Classic Vigilante series, I hope I can still live up to her writing as I rewrite this series! (I promise not to change too much, hehe)
2022
The silence was tense. No one dared to say a single word and, while you usually enjoyed moments like these, the sound of the papers in your hand being the only noise in a room filled with six people was unnerving at best. A few hours ago you had finished the physical examination with Dr. Bronte and at your request the tests were expedited, with the recent attacks, you couldnât afford to sit still. You tapped the corner of the map with your pen, watching the inkblot the paper under it. In your hands was a rough drawing of the kingdom and all of its military bases, you had circled the ones that were decimated by the attacks and youâd annotated the remaining ones with how many Knights were assigned there. The map was filled with scribbles and flaws, but the information was still readable. The sudden decrease in Knights was a whole other problem youâd been pushing to the side, and the Knighthood was spread thin as a result. All of the key players were moved to the Capital to surround the Royal family while the newer recruits were sent to the further sections.
Despite this, you could just barely make out the hushed conversations.
âIs that reallyâŚ?â Dickâs voice was quiet, trained.
âYeah, it has to be, it is,â Damianâs, natural.
âBut you saw her on the field, it hasnât been that.âŚâ
âYou donâtâŚâ
âBut I do, if no one else, I doâŚâ
âWhereâs Jason? Iâm sureâŚâ
âItâs just⌠something isnât right.â
You took a deep breath and focused. Keeping your hands busy to avoid suspicion, their voices became clearer.
âSome things just arenât adding up,â Dick mutters. âWhy and how are the major things.â
âOf course those wouldnât make sense, Grayson.â
âBruce, what do you think? Youâve been quiet this whole time,â Dick probes.
âThereâs not enough information, weâre missing too much of the big picture,â he answers, his gaze matching yours for a second before breaking. Would it kill them to just ask you? You were right there. But you couldnât blame them, a family of detectives, itâs only natural that they want to save their pride and solve the case that is you before you could even figure it out yourself.
âHey, if youâre done hyper-analyzing me can one of you toss me those painkillers?â You asked loudly.
âYeah, here,â Dick grabs the bottle from the shelf and hands it to you. âWhat dose are you supposed to take?â You ignored him, opened the bottle, and took the whole thing. â(Y/N)!â
âRelax, bird boy,â you waved him off and closed your eyes, the pain finally subsiding. Youâd been ignoring it since you woke up, but it messed with your focus too much. You werenât too much of a fan of them, expectedly once they wore off you felt like you were in more pain than before. But this was a new kind of pain, you think, it felt like everything was threatening to rip open at the seams if they werenât already. âItâll take nine of these to make any effect,â you reassured him. âI wonder if the lingering effects of the serum have anything to do with this,â you thought aloud.
âWeâre not analyzing you, (Y/N), weâre just trying to find out how this is possible.â
âLittle sister almost dies again and still her family ignores her, fun.â
â(Y/N),â Dickâs voice takes a new tone and you turned away from him. You didnât relax again until you noticed him return to the others.
âSome family reunion,â you scoffed quietly, spinning the pen in your hands while you skimmed over the map in your lap and the pages of survey notes in your other. In a world filled with technological marvels, old habits still seemed to die hard, memories of the stacks and piles of papers in your room came back to you, painstakingly recreated and re-detailed notes from your classes and constant observations and findings from your research, some would call have called that the lowest point of your life. Even now, to avoid their whispers and stares, you buried yourself with work.
~
2018
The alarm clock ticked menacingly in your room, a constant reminder of upcoming due dates and the steady yet glaringly short amount of time. You bounced your pen on your thigh while looking at the spread of loose papers pinned to the cork in front of you. Mathematic equations have been written, crossed out, marked over, scribbled through, and rewritten across a canvas of loose pages with haphazard arrows and messily drawn circles around key information, and even then some were violently crossed out with red ink. Sticky notes littered with barely legible writing were sometimes pinned or taped in place. But you couldnât toss anything out, what if a previous calculation was correct and you had tossed it out on accident? No way, and so those papers were gathered in a stack lining the floor underneath the board.
You were so close to cracking the formula, you were certain. With no reasonable way to ask Bane about the concoction himself, you were stuck in a cycle of trial and error, a secretive one, that only your professor knew about and approved. To your lab colleagues you were studying stem cell regeneration and repurposing, but in truth, your search for a new and improved serum was at a standstill. Maybe you should have just bit the bullet and accepted the grotesque body trauma that came with drinking the serum, butâŚÂ
âMaybe if I adjust this amountâŚâ you muttered quietly, running through the quick calculations in your head.
You didnât want to be a monster.
Youâre not one. Youâre different. You had to look the part of the hero. You had to match the legacy somehow if you truly were going to go through this. You could argue day and night about your noble intentions but that wouldn't detract from what everyone would see on the surface. You had to be sure. You had to be perfect. And, most of all, you had to have the insurance.
âBut then Iâd have to account for the-â your head snapped to the window of your room, causing Tim, in his Red Robin uniform, to pause his movements.
âYou look⌠bad,â he says, a look of concern settling on his features.
âEver heard of knocking, Tim?â You know you said he could drop by whenever he wanted, he was more than welcome always, but you werenât expecting him to actually do it. At least, not after that nasty fight with your dad. And definitely through your front door.
âSorry, sis, uh⌠I brought a snack if you want some?â He pulls his mask off and shows you the paper bag. You could only sigh at the telltale grumble of your stomach.
âSure, letâs eat in the kitchen,â you left the room first and he stepped into your room, closing and locking the window behind him. He took a brief pause, a small moment, to look at the state of your mind. On top of your dresser was a line of emptied coffee mugs and energy drinks, some showing signs of having been there for weeks and some brand new. Your bed wasnât made, but that wasnât a new from the manor. Aside from the general stuffiness of the room, there was the modest wall plug to combat it, but it paled to the pile of unfolded clothes piled up on your desk chair.
Your desk. Tim looked at the large corkboard in front of it.
What were all those calculations for? He knew you to be an exceptional student, a brilliant one actually, but he couldnât figure out what was in front of him. Not with your handwriting, and not with how the information was laid out. Only you couldâve understood your own madness.
Worse than the corkboard had to be the stacks of paper. They were all on the floor, but why was it that the shortest stack was as tall as he was? He pulled the first paper from the top and skimmed over it, but his eyebrows scrunched together. It was just⌠scribbles. Whatever was on it before was indiscernible now. But, he swears, he could see the faint outline of a bat in the scribbles.
âTim? Whatâs the holdup?â You called him out and with one last glance, a quick and well-calculated grab of all your mugs, Tim walked out of your room.
âWhatâs with the freak calculations?â You watched Tim place all your mugs in the sink before sitting down.
âCAPSTONE Thesis, why?â You finished cleaning out one of your many mugs and placed it in front of Tim, pouring the freshly brewed coffee into it.
âReal funny, (Y/N),â Tim snorts when he sees the Robin-themed mug.
âItâs a collectible!â You defended. Tim looks into the mug for a moment.
âDid you need any help with your thesis? I have a lot of free time these days,â he says.
âNo, all good, I want the satisfaction of saying it was all my work,â you told him. âYouâre all amazing, donât get me wrong, and I appreciate all of your help, but I want this to be my thing, you know?â You explained and Tim could only nod. âI justâŚâ you look at your mug now, Tim notices the dried coffee drips along the sides of it and the chip on itâs rim. Tim looked at his mug and noted that it was pristine. âI want to have something like all of you. Dickâs the acrobat, Jasonâs the man of the people, youâre probably the smartest kid in the world, and Damian⌠well, heâs still trying to figure his thing out other than âthe product of his upbringing,â I just want to have something other than âthe normal one.ââ You explained. He didnât realize it until now, but the dark circles under your eyes almost made you look dead.
âI mean⌠you are the named heir to Wayne Enterprise,â Tim says.
âWere,â you corrected.
âAre,â he corrects you again. âBruce canât be mad at you forever, (Y/N).â
âI know, Tim, butâŚâ You hesitated. âIt was bad,â you didnât say anything more.
No one was there. No one saw or heard the argument. It was just you and him. He didnât talk about it, and you didnât talk about it either. Youâd never argued like that before, it was so intense it almost didnât seem like it was him and when he wore that fucking cowl heâd might as well be a stranger to you, hell, that night he basically was. Never had you argued like that, and never had he spoken to you in that way. But you knew that recently it was just argument after argument between the two of you, and usually one or the other would give up and settle. But this time?
Nothing. Radio silence on both ends. You shouldnât have instigated the way you did. Now so much more was on the line than just your name.
âItâs been a month.â
âHas it?â You looked at your phone. It has. Barbaraâs swearing-in ceremony was coming up soon. It was on the same day as your thesis presentation and youâd long told Barbara that you wouldnât be able to make it. You had plans the next day for a girlsâ trip with her, Steph, and Cass after though.
âYou know⌠Alfred still sets a plate for you.â
âThatâs nice of him.â
âYouâre welcome to come back,â Tim says carefully. You donât answer, instead, you begin tapping the bottom of your phone against the counter, which is enough of a sign that you werenât going to answer.
âIs that a new phone?â Tim asks.
âOh, yeah,â you nodded. âI left the old one at home and figured Iâd get myself a new one before I got cut off,â you half-joked with him.
âCan I see it?â You handed it to him, unlocked, and he seemed to tinker with it for a short while before handing it back to you. âI added the distress call app on it,â he says.
âOh, you didnât have to,â you looked at the app on your screen, the icon sporting Barbaraâs famous insignia on it.
âWhat do you mean? Of course, I had to,â he says. âDid you want me to bring your phone here?â
âNo, itâs fine, that dataâs not important anyway. Iâll just drop by in a couple days to get the last of my things. I didnât want to go earlier while I was still royally pissed off,â you mumbled. Tim hummed quietly. He looked at your hands, it was evident that youâd been chewing on your fingernails.Â
âThatâs new,â he thought.
âStop it.â Your voice cut through the silence like a knife. Tim blinked out of his thoughts and shook his head.
âIâm sorry?â He looked at you now and felt his heart stop. Had he ever seen your expression like that before? What was it? Fear? Concern? Shock?
⌠Anger?
You shook your head, running your hand down the side of your face.
âSorry, Iâm just tired,â you muttered. You grabbed the bag he brought and pulled out its contents. âAnd⌠hungry.â
âYeah,â Tim looked down. âAre you sure youâre okay, sis?â
âIâll be fine.â You took the empty mugs and stacked them in the sink. âI think you should go now, Tim. These deadlines⌠theyâre catching up, you know? I love you, I do, butâŚâ
âNo, I get it, Iâll get out of your hair,â Tim stumbles off the stool. âJust⌠let me know if you need anything too.â
âSure.â
âYou know you can tell me anything, right?â
âI should be saying that to you.â
âThen itâs likewise.â You stood up and opened the door for him and he stood at the doorway for a while.
âIâm fine, Tim, really I am, you donât have to worry about me,â you repeated. âSo stop studying me. I hate it when you guys do that.â You finally said it. You knew heâd been doing it since he got here, thatâs why he spent so long in your room, why he was so quiet while you were preparing coffee, and even why heâd asked for your phone. You grew up with this kid, you knew exactly how his mind worked, and yet you could easily tell that he couldnât read you at all.
Good, to some extent, at least one of your motherâs teachings has stuck with you past these years.
âI didnât mean for it to come off like that,â he was quick to defend.
âI know. Just be aware of it now,â you held your hand out to stop him. âBye, Tim.â You closed the door and he heard the locks fasten. He stood a while longer, wondering if he should knock or come back around the window.
He had to, just a quick glance. The way you paced your room, the way you stacked papers and tore them off the wall, it was like you were in a manic state. What were you trying so hard to find out? All this over a thesis? Just what did you and Bruce argue about so much that it left you like this? Again, he is pulled from his thoughts by a sudden sound. He looked up into the window and saw your disappointed face.
âGo home.â He couldnât hear your voice through the window, but it was clear enough what you said. You pulled the blinds down and he jumped down the fire escape. He looked at his phone, a text chime coming in at almost too perfect a time.
âHow is she?â A text from Bruce Wayne.
âFine, working on her thesis.â
âDid you tell her to come home?â Tim stared at the message. Why couldnât he do it himself? Why go through the trouble of having a middleman?
âSheâll drop by to grab her things later.â And the conversation ended there. There was this strange feeling in his chest. Dick couldnât convince you to come home, Jason didnât agree with forcing you to come back when you clearly didnât want to, and Barbara was too busy focusing on everything else and could only offer her support in other ways. Maybe it was too prideful of him to think that it wouldâve been his words that convinced you to come back.
Or, maybe the falling out was just that bad.
~
2022
âCould I help you out?â Tim chimed next to you, pulling up a chair and waiting expectantly. You shifted so he could see the map.
âItâs already done, but I can walk you through it. Knight allocation. Right now we have to keep the castle fortified, so that means all of us in the Brigade and our usual squadrons. As a result, we have this number left to move around,â you pointed at the numbers as you explained. âI was planning on dispersing them evenly, but with new intel for predicted daemon attacks, I want to fortify those military bases more.â
âMakes sense,â Tim nods. âIn that case, these inner forts can be kept at a minimum,â he points at them.Â
âThatâs the plan,â you scribbled in numbers. âItâs not ideal though. With everyone dying no one wants to enlist anymore,â You sighed.
âA couple people went home already,â Damian adds. You leaned back on your hospital bed, staring at the muted news feed above you.
Captain Wayne Hospitalized. Brigade on Standby.
Standby? Whoever said that? You were working them half to death trying to find anything on these monsters.
âHow do you feel, (Y/N)?â It was still such a foreign feeling to hear Bruce talk to you.
âFine,â you answered him while placing the clipboard on the side table. âI know you have questions, I see the cogs turning, so just ask me already.â
âItâs⌠itâs not that weâre trying to theorize, sis, weâre trying to find out what to ask first.â Tim to the rescue. âWe have no idea where to start.â
âLet me say the basics then,â you crossed your arms. âI died in 2019. Official cause of death was severe blood loss. I woke up here, somewhat together and sitting in the middle of a field. Shortly after I was found by a couple, around the same age as you, Bruce. The woman was a baker and the man was the then Captain of the Knights. After a few months of them helping me get back on my feet, I wanted to repay their gratitude. I either worked for their bakery, or I put my near decade of observing all of you to good use. I went with the latter, joined that yearâs class of cadets, took three advancement exams, and now Iâm here as one of the leading captains of the knights.â You gave the facts only, thatâs all they needed. âAfter my third advancement, the royal family handed out âblessingsâ to those who survived the advancement, enhanced powers that were supposed to help us out in the field. Itâs why youâve seen Carter make fire from nothing, Alex pull people from themselves, it takes a great deal of energy since theyâre synthesized, but in last-ditch efforts, theyâre quite helpful. But to avoid droning on about the theory of it, Iâll stop there.â You leaned back now, waiting for them to ask anything.
âSo that skill of yours.â
âNot reattachment,â you shook your head. âThat was because of some weird black magic shit that Alex cast so I wouldnât die during my last advancement mission. Apparently, it was royal decree so he couldnât say no,â you looked at the scars on your wrist. Maybe you were just imagining it, but they seemed to be stretching, as if you were falling apart at the seams.
âSo thenâŚâ Damian now. âWhat is your ability?â
âControl overââ
âCaptain?â There is a soft knock at the door before it slides in. Marion and Dr. Bronte enter swiftly, the former holding a grim expression, ending the conversation prematurely. âWe have your results,â she says while handing the chart to Dr. Bronte. His head shifts slightly, acknowledging everyone in the room.
âThey can stay,â you assured him. He responds with a nod. âEveryone, who hasnât met him, this is Dr. Bronte. Heâs been my primary care since landing here.â Bruce extends a hand out to him.
âIâm her father,â he introduces. Marion clears her throat awkwardly when Dr. Bronte makes no moves.
âYouâll have to excuse him, Mr. Wayne. Because of the accident, he prefers not to come into contact with strangers,â she explains.
âUnderstandable,â he steps back just as Marion moves to be next to you.
âHow are the wounds?â You looked under your hospital gown.
âHealed, but with no sign of reattachment.âÂ
âCould I see your hand?â She asks. You stretch your arm out and she gently grasps your arm just above the scars. She brushes over them carefully and observes their connecting points. Dr. Bronte and Marion share a look, and she places a semi-spherical device on your lap. In seconds, it buzzes to life showing an array of images.
âWe took a few samples from the open wounds earlier, Cap,â she starts. âThese are the videos of your reattachment abilities from your previous physical after we added a shallow cut to your palm. Notice how the red blood cells and your skin cells stretch to cover and compensate for the lost ones while some reach out toward stray drops like magnets, and at the same time notice how fast the platelets react to the injury and cauterize the cut. This next video shows how fast the surrounding skin cells interweave together to close the wound.â This was all information you already knew, but your siblings seemed to listen carefully in their own ways. âNow, these are your current labs. There are no sudden increases in RBC count and the cauterization process is now at an average speed. But, there is a sudden decrease in overall cell activity. A majority of your cells have gone into a stage known as autolysis, theyâre breaking down at a rapid rate which is causing the delays in your reattachment.â The video plays as she explains it.
âSo, Iâm a normal person now,â you tried to put it in laymanâs terms.
âNot necessarily, autolysis at this rate doesnât occur untilâŚâ she trails off and Dr. Bronte clears his throat.
âThe open wounds, theyâre specifically centered around those existing scars you had before entering the Knighthood,â Dr. Bronte steps in and you nod to confirm the information. âTo put things bluntly, youâve entered a state of decomposition, Captain Wayne.âÂ
Now this caught your attention.
Decomposition?
âSo sheâs a zombie?!â Dick was the one to break the silence.
âYou could say that, yes,â the masked doctor nods. âIronically, it was that chemical that almost ripped your body apart thatâs saving you right now, Captain,â Dr. Bronte hands you a small box and, upon opening it, you found several small vials of the βι-V serums youâd so painstakingly researched and, later, painstakingly ingested.Â
âJust like you had intended, βι-V compound is inherently an enhancer. While you had ingested it, the rate of cell division increased ten-fold and the rush of it all is what sustained your adrenaline levels for so long. If you hadnât taken it, then itâs no exaggeration to say that youâd be counted among the casualties of that attack,â Marion explains. âSo, Dr. Bronte and I ran the calculations and separated what we had left into these dosages. Twice a day, consistent, and twelve hours in between. Iâm not completely sure yet, but my fear is that those old scars will start opening again without it, Iâd rather err on the safe side,â Marion advises. âYouâre going to need this,â she hands you a syringe and you let out a small laugh. âInjection straight into the bloodstream is advised over ingestion.â
âGot it,â you took one of the vials and loaded it into the syringe. You lined the needle against one of your veins and pressed it into your skin. âShould I do it quickly or gradually?â
âWhichever youâre comfortable with,â Dr. Bronte answers. You ripped off the bandaid and pushed the entirety of its contents into you, pulling the empty syringe out and wrapping it in a tissue. You watched the green appear for moments before dissolving into your bloodstream.
âIâll have the remaining syringes sent to your office, Captain.â She takes the syringe and disposes it into the proper bin. âWeâll run a few more labs now that youâve started the treatment and weâll continue to monitor your cell count. Youâre welcome to continue doing your duties as Captain, but you need to dial it back. The βι-V serum isnât as effective when your body is in shambles.â
âRight, right,â you sighed and looked at the vials in your lap and handed it to Marion. âLeave this there too then, please,â you told her.
âDo you have any theories why youâve stopped reattaching, Captain?â Marion asks. âAnything at all. Any changes to your daily life? Exposure to dangerous chemicals?â
âNothing has changed except for the fact that there are now destructive monsters destroying the continent,â you answered. That and⌠You looked around the room.
Them. But they couldnât have caused this, right? You were certain that there werenât any meta-viral strands you had to be wary of from your original earth, but in terms of changes theyâd have to be the only ones.
âIf you can come up with anything at all, Captain, let me know immediately,â Marion says.
âOf course,â you nodded and Dr. Bronte stood up.
âWeâll take our leave,â he says with a stiff salute. Marion responds in kind and you dismiss them.
Again the room falls into silence, and luckily it didnât last long.
âCaptain, brought you a pick me up,â Alex enters the room with Constantine, handing you your drink and placing the rest on the table. âThereâs some for everyone, feel free to help yourselves,â he says.Â
âReeks of magic all over the place,â Constantine exasperates. âFor somewhere that relies so much on tech, seems like magicâs just as important.â
âThey are warring factions,â you hummed, thinking back to the war that had embroiled the continent just a few years ago. âWell, howâs the search?â You asked Constantine.
âYour daemons might be magic,â Constantine answers. You drank your coffee.
âBetter than nothing,â you sighed and handed another paper to Alex. âThatâs next monthâs assignments, since youâre acting Captain Iâll trust you to disperse everyone,â you said.
âCertainly,â Alex nods. âSorry to contribute to the crowd, Iâll leave after discussing one more thing with you,â he says.
âItâs fine, just ask away,â your hand gestured toward him.
âAre you alright?â He asks. You paused your movements and looked at him.
The whole time theyâve been here, they havenât spoken to you once aside to ask why, and there they were in their little corner filled with questions that you probably had the answers to, and yet they still didnât ask you. That wall that separated you from them, after all these years, it was still there. Higher than ever. Even if Tim was sitting right next to you, even if Damian was sleeping next to you just minutes earlier.
Youâre still a stranger to them, and they to you.
âIâm fine,â you muttered. âI should be asking you, you look horrible, should I ask Henry to fill in more?â
âPlease, Henry canât do half of what we do. Iâll take a day off tomorrow though if allâs in order.â Despite his reassurance, your worries only grew. The dark circles under his eyes, the hallowed cheeks, and the overall sallowness worried you. You donât think youâve ever seen him so drained, actually, he almost looked dead. And here you were, properly rested and looking more alive than ever disregarding the worrisome scars. And it wasnât just you either, you could see the way Constantine noticed your worry, and you could tell he felt the same.
âGranted,â you finally answered. âAnyway, isnât there a rule about how many people can come in during visitation?â You asked aloud.
âDoesnât apply to family,â Alex answers. The door slid open again with a slam and this time your poor assistant came in.
âCap, itâs an emergency,â he looks around with frenzied eyes, âthe Colonel's back and heâsââ
âWhere is she?!â A voice boomed down the hospital corridors and, somehow, it seemed to shake the very walls. âI swear to fucking god if sheâs missing any body part Iâll destroy the lot of you! The fuck kind of report is this anyway?! Captain Wayne in critical condition, donât make me fucking laugh, she reattaches faster than I can even say the goddamn word, how badly must you all have fucked up for her not to?!â
âOh god, here comes the cavalry, open the window for me, Aldryn,â you shook your head just as a new person entered the room. An overbearing aura fills the small space in an instant, it's the same feeling one would feel when they realized theyâre outclassed, outnumbered, or outplanned. And the only thing that changed was the addition of this one individual. Then again, it was understandable. Anyone who marched into a hospital room covered in blood, riddled with scars, and with a just lit cigarette would be shocked.
âBeat it, Aldryn,â the man juts his thumb over his shoulder and the other rushes out. âJesus Christ,â the Colonel grimaces while putting the cigarette out in a nearby potted plant, âarenât you a sight for sore eyes,â he shifts his weight onto one leg and looks at the state of you. âBeen a while since you had to stay in a hospital room.â
âColonel MacLennan,â the nurse finally catches up with him, âvisitation⌠is full,â she huffs. He holds his hand up and gently urges her out of the room.
âIâll be in and out.â He takes the liberty of closing the door. The Colonel was originally away on another continent for a foreign aid mission and recently returned back after its conclusion, however, despite his distance he had also been keeping an eye on the monster problem. âSo, what the hell happened? Tell me the good part so I know what to tell Claire, then tell me the bad part so I can find out how to kill the bastards.â
âOh, yeah, your rifle was so helpful,â you scoffed. And just like that the tension broke.
âThe hell do you mean?!â
âGo figure bullets donât work on mutated monsters.â You pick up the clipboard back up and feign boredom.
âThat rifle saved thousands of lives in the war!â
âAnd yet it hasnât taken a single one since its reinstatement.â
âYou little,â Allistor takes a deep breath before continuing. âAnd you, you see your old mate after years and you donât say anything?â He turns to Constantine.
âYou looked like you were busy,â he raises his hands in turn and you push yourself off of bed.
âWhoa, whoa, whoa,â different voices chimed and you found yourself being pushed back down by Tim.
âWe still donât know how your body is reacting to the chemicals, take it easy,â Tim advises you.
âActually, I think I might be the only one who knows how it reacts,â you corrected. âRelax, I just wanted to sit up is all,â you brushed him off and adjusted the pillow behind you. âAs you can see, Iâm perfectly fine, it wasnât an injury to warrant a return to the Capital.â
âOf course I had to come back, did a daemon hit you over the head so hard you forgot how to take care of yourself?!â
âYou couldnât have at least, I donât know, showered before coming in? Youâre going to attract minor monsters here, you know.â
âLike you couldnât just step on them and have it over with,â he argues. âHave you even seen the mission report?â Allistor grimaces. âIt was gruesome, thatâs what it was, you know Iâm still your guardian, right? What would I be if I didnât check on you after reading that,â he shakes his head. âAnyway, why the hellâs this room so stuffy, itâs crowded in here,â he complains.
âYou could say that again,â you groaned. âAllistor, this is my family. My older brother Dick, my younger brothers Tim and Damian, and the man who raised me, Bruce,â you pointed at each of them as you introduced them. âFamily, this is my boss, Allistor MacLennan,â you introduced him last. âApparently you know Constantine already so thereâs no need to introduce him.â
âWe shared a drink a few years ago,â Constantine corrects.
âAn oversimplification of what happened, but whatever. Whatâs your prognosis?â Allistor presses. âYour boss who took you into his family is worried,â he snarks back.
âWhat do you think? Bedrest until my body reattaches properly again,â you grumbled, looking down at the stitched wounds along your scars. âYou can tell Claire that Iâm fine, she doesnât have to come over too.â
âChrist, kid,â Allistor drags a tired hand down his face. âYou really know how to make someone worry. I only approved that weird chemical you and Mary were working on because I thought it gave you something to do outside of training, I didnât expect it to put you in a hospital bed,â he says.
âSo youâre pulling funding from it?â You asked.
âNo, itâs too far in development anyway,â he shakes his head. âPlus, looks like youâll be needing more of it now.â The conversation dies out, and you finish your cup of coffee in the meantime.
âAny other questions?â You ask him.
âNo, Iâll leave now that Iâve seen you in one piece,â he says. âAlex, take a few days, you look like youâre about to keel over there. I can pick up any of (Y/N)âs tasks.â
âThank you, sir.â
âDonât mention it,â Allistor looks around the room one last time. âAbout that thing you asked, Alex.â
âHm?â
âYou were right. Cosmo never returned his watch.â You looked up from the clipboard now. Then you turned to Alex. It wasnât Constantine he called that day. âMakes sense, he went straight to the first subjugation from his mission in E-34. And since there was no body to recover the watch never made it back either.â
âI see, thank you,â he nodded.
âYeah, but⌠Figured Iâd mention it now since I wouldâve told (Y/N) anyway,â Allistor rubbed the back of his head harshly. âBut donât take it as an invitation. (Y/N), donât poke your nose into anything too dangerous.âÂ
âI know,â you answer him in a way to cut the topic and Allistor catches on easily. âJust quit nagging and go already, Aldryn will give you the rundown.â
âWould you rather me nag or Claire?â
âThis whole thing is going to drive me insane,â you slammed the clipboard on the table and Alex sighed.
âWant me to keep looking into any dimension fluxes?â
âIf you could, that would be helpful, do it after your break,â you told him. âWhen did you ask the Colonel to look into Cosmoâs gear?â
âAfter Damian landed here. Thereâs no other way to get into this dimension without it so I figured that one of them had to be missing, but it still doesnât add up,â he answers. You took the tablet now and opened a file. A debrief projects and you turn it so your siblings could see it.Â
âAllow me to explain. If you havenât noticed, the knights primarily work in trios. There were six of us in the Brigade until the daemon attacks started. The first time we ran into a mutated daemon was on the outskirts of the town Helio, where frequent wildfires had been reported. All six of us went, but we got too cocky, didnât have a good plan against a daemon we had no info on, and so one of us stayed behind to fight. Fire took everything, all that was left behind was a necklace and a sword,â you explained. âWe assumed the watch melted in the fire, theyâre not very heat resistant, you see, even Carter has to be mindful of his temperature with the newer models. So your theory is that someone got their hands on Cosâ watch and now theyâre wreaking havoc,â you finish with a question and Alex answers with a nod.Â
âItâs all I have to work with,â he says. Tim looks over the details carefully.
âSounds right to me, but you know more than us in this situation, (Y/N),â Dick says. âAll I can tell you is how we found it in the first place.â
âIâll take anything.â
âI assumed it was yours only because it was on your seat after you left,â Tim says. âBut now that I think about it, thereâs no way I can know if someone dropped it off while I was knocked out, and your friends made sure to cut all the cameras during your escape too so we canât even fall back on that.â
âI see.â
âFor what itâs worth, itâs the same watch that sent us here too,â Tim adds on.
âDo you still have it?â
âNo, Zee zapped it to the manor while she was trying to bring Jason and Tim back,â Constantine answers. âDid you need it?â
âItâd definitely help track who used it last.â
âHypothetically,â Tim clears his throat.
âHm?â
âCould it also do that if it was broken?â Tim asks quietly. You blink.
âWhich one of you broke it.â
âFor the record, I was trying to get it back so we could study it more. I have no clue what Jason wanted it for.â
âWell, there goes the main lead,â you shrugged. âGotta look around for a different avenue then,â you turned to Alex, who leaned against the table next to you.
Then, for the final time, the door opens.
âYour Highness,â you fixed your expression quickly just as Allistor and Alex stood at attention.
âAt ease,â he says, seemingly reading the room quite quickly. âI have a message for you from the Queen,â he looks around. âIâm afraid it canât wait.â
âJust say it, your highness.â
âYouâre ending your bedrest early, your services are required.â
âDoes the Queen know her perfect soldierâs not reattaching anymore?â
âYouâre not reattaching?â The Prince is shocked.
âNope, Dr. Bronte wanted me to wait until the wounds are healed over before doing anything intensive,â you explained. ââFraid I canât do work right now.â
âThatâsâŚâ the Prince swallows harshly. âIt canât wait,â he says with a more serious tone.
âLook, Your Highness, I know your word is law but what good will (Y/N) be if she worsens her condition,â Alex cuts in. The Prince glares at him and he matches his look. âWhatever it isââ
âThe Queen is demanding for the Dark Knight,â Calvin blurts out. Your jaw clenches just as you feel the attention turn to you.
âThatâs out of the question. Even for our normal operations we need to be in top condition, going on a special ops mission could put so much strain that I might actually lose a limb.â You chanced a glance at your hand, the scars more prominent than ever.
âPlease, you know as well as I do that this is just a formality,â Calvin argues. He looks you over. âYouâre fine.â Youâve never heard him take that tone before.
âTake it up with Bronte then,â Allistor argues.
âItâs a royal order.â
âDoctorâs orders can overwrite those if they believe the patientâs health is not in the best interest,â Allistor cited. âHow long are you going to argue, Your Highness?â
âGive me a few days then, Iâll report in as soon as I can, and Iâm not stupid enough to disregard Dr. Bronteâs diagnosis,â you finally answered. If you said no the Queen wouldâve come here herself to tell you to do it anyway, and you didnât want her crossing paths with your family unless absolutely necessary. As long as you donât strain yourself too much it should be fine anyway, you think. Calvin seemed to relax at this.
âWeâve sent the details over.â
âFigured. Is there anything else you need, Your Highness?â You open the file on the holoscreen and start to read the details.
âNo, thatâs all.â
âActually, perfect timing, Your Highness, Iâll give you the debrief on my mission,â Allistor kicks off the wall and approaches the prince, urging him out of the room. âTop secret stuff, we should leave.â
âAh, yesââ Allistor shuts the door behind them.
âIs it⌠is it really just a formality?â Tim asks after a short pause. âYouâre really fine?â
âYou saw the labs, and you see me now. If anything I should just be more mindful of just tanking my way through enemies,â you say.
âI was just thinking⌠they havenât even set up a heart monitor for you, how would they be able to tell if youâre stable?â Tim looks at the unplugged device with its wires wrapped around the base. âI havenât seen another doctor or nurse walk by aside from the ones whoâve been helping youâŚâ
âDrake, I could use your insight, actually,â Alex interrupts him. âAll of you could help, really. It might speed up this whole daemon process faster,â he clears his throat. âYouâre outside sources, and Constantine and I are gathering as much information as we can from the daemons, if youâre okay with answering a few questions. Might get you home earlier if we can crack it,â he says.
âYes, we should focus on the pressing task,â you push yourself up and feel the scars stretching. âUnnff,â you winced and held your hand up, already feeling Timâs hand hovering behind you. âJust need air, this roomâs stuffy,â you moved toward the window and looked outside before settling on its sill. âAnything else you need from me?â You looked around the room.
âNothing too pressing, Captain,â Alex answers.
âGood, Iâll take my leave too then,â you cleared your throat. It was silent for a moment and you looked down the window before glancing at the clock. You leaned backward and the first person you saw halfway out the window was Dick.
âAre you crazy?!â He shouts.
âRelax! I got her!â Jason shouts under you, catching you easily and setting you down. âIâm not gonna die for helping you break out of hospital jail, right?â
âNope, letâs go,â you ran off as soon as the door slammed open. You both took off, seeing your motorcycle parked and at the ready.
âHere, you be backpack,â Jason shoved the helmet in your hand and you pushed it back.
âWhat? No! You be backpack!â Jason pushed the helmet back into your hands.
âHell no, Iâm bigger therefore I need more space.â You groaned and pushed it back to him.
âAnd Iâm shorter therefore it makes more sense for me to be in the front! And youâd have less space in the front!â Jason tries to pull the helmet from your hands and you pull back.
âWomp womp, youâre backpack.â
âItâs my bike!â
âIâm older!â
âFine! Just give me the helmet!â He tries to tug it harder and you pull back, seeing him lose his footing for a second.
âNo! Youâre just going to shove it on my head and make me backpack!âÂ
âWhenâd you get so strong anyway?!â
âShut up and let me drive!â
âBusted,â Dick pulled the helmet from between your hands. You and Jason paused.
âBruce says weâre both hardheaded anyway,â you climbed on the motorcycle and Jason was quick to follow. You revved the engine and left dust in your trail.
âYou two, I swear!â Dick shouts from far behind.
âSo where are we going anyway?!â Jason shouts over the air.
âKeep your mouth shut, youâll catch a bug,â you grinned, revving forward and completing your escape.
You read the mission details. You really did have to deal with this now. The daemon problem was bad enough, and you knew that you couldnât deal with another war on top of that.
~
Earth - 617
âThank you so much, Cass,â Zatanna smiles as the former hands her a warm mug.
âSure,â she crosses her arms and continues to watch Zatanna work away.
âI still canât believe it, was (Y/N) really here?â Barbara asks. âWe didnât even get to see her, I bet those boys said something stupid and chased her out,â she shakes her head. âShe⌠she was really going through it those last few days, I can only imagine how her mind spun when she returned,â she frowns.
âCass, what do you think?â Stephanie asks. âYou were closest to her.â
âI donât understand why it affected her so much,â Cass mumbles. âAlmost all of us arenât blood-related,â she says, âI donât understand why sheâŚâ she stumbles over her words and falls silent.
âItâs okay Cass, you donât have to force it,â Steph says.
âOh! I think I got it!â Zatanna finishes tinkering with the watch and holds it up, the piece now put back together. âThe only thing is, Iâm not sure if the enchantment on it would still work,â she says, placing it on the console of the bat computer. âIâll look into it more tomorrow, I donât want to accidentally trigger it without fully understanding how it works like those other two did.â
âFair enough,â Barbara nods. She had been trying to send a message to any of the boysâ comms all day but hadnât had any success. Luckily, her distress signal to the League was answered and soon enough theyâd have a few extra support from other heroes in Batmanâs absence but she was worried that it wouldnât be enough. The region was down five vigilantes, and soon enough the villains will take notice.
But the conversation fell on deaf ears. Cass hadnât stopped thinking about that night since it happened, and it bothered her that nothing made sense about it. She knew that Tim wasnât the type to let anything suspicious slide, so why did he let you stay for so long without confronting you? Why did you act the way you did?Â
âSo frustratingâŚâ she muttered, now alone in the bat cave and staring at the mocking watch. True to Zatannaâs words, it had been hastily put back together and looked to be in shape. Whether it worked or not was yet to be seen, however. She picked it up, the chain threading around her hands, and with extreme caution, she opened it up. Just the same as before she saw the layers of clock hands atop a starry watchface. âHmâŚâ she closed it and turned it around again before focusing on the watch cover. She squints carefully and sees another opening on it and, out of curiosity, she pried it open. This time it sported a normal watch face, well, semi-normal. She pulled up on the attachment and hummed again. Not often you see sundials as big as your hand. But, perhaps even more curious, was the picture on the backside of the cover. A blonde woman who sheâd never seen before with a smile as warm as the sun. Handwritten in small print were the words âCome home safe, Cosmo.â
âCosmo, huh?â Cass closes the watch and stares up at the bat computer, watching the figure talking to Damian over and over again. But distractions were just that. Distractions. And soon she once again felt that foreign emotion climb up inside of her. She truly should have tried harder that night three years ago. All of this, all of this had to be some kind of sick karma.
~
2019 - Gotham University
â(Y/N)? What is all this?â Cassandra asked quietly. You stumbled to your feet, dropping the syringe in your hands, then knocking over the other syringes on the lab table to the ground and the shattering glass caused you to jump. Cass looked around the lab, splotches of red on the tables and floors, unknown serums were mixed into beakers, and syringesâ so many syringesâ in the glass waste cans everywhere.
âCassie, I didnât hear you come in,â you picked up the glass from the ground and disposed of it, then you wiped off the blood on your hands while ignoring the fresh drops that came from the small cuts that littered your palms. âJust my thesis, no worries. Iâd never seen it get this crazy though,â you laughed quietly. âThen again, rats arenât exactly supposed to blow up so thereâs that too,â you sighed. âWhatâs wrong?â
Cass freezes in her spot, her mind overwhelmed by all the signals you were throwing at her, signals that just werenât supposed to come from you. They were so powerful that she could almost feel them herself.
Dilated pupils, shaking hands â> Anxiety
Tense shoulders, clenched jaw â> Stress
Even breathing, controlled movements â> Understanding?
Why were all of your movements conflicting?
Bloodied hands, chipped nails, whitened knuckles â> Stress
Hunched posture, shifting eyes â> Stress
âCassie?â
Quiet voice.
âSorry, must look like a crime scene in here.â She watched you pick up the carcasses from the tables and drop them into biohazard. âI must have gotten too excited, I thought I finally cracked the code.â You washed your hands off after scrubbing the blood from the tables. And all the while, Cass watched you.
You scrubbed the blood off the tables so harshly that the pads of your hands lightened from the pressure. You scrubbed them over and over again as if you didnât know the blood had been cleaned off already. Then you repeated it with your hands.
Conclusion â> Something is very wrong.
âWhatâŚâ she muttered.
âHm?â You rubbed the towel over your hands repeatedly.
âWhat were you about to inject there?â She asks. You shake your head.
âAh, donât even worry about it,â you shook your head and tossed the towel before shoving your hands in your labcoatâs pockets. You were lying. You always hid your hands when you lied. âJust a little project, is all. I felt like the syringe wasnât working so I was testing the tip on myself.â
âRight over your vein?â You fell silent.
âWhat are you doing here, Cass?â You asked monotonously. âDick and Tim have already asked me to come home. I wonât. I canât. Not until I finish this. He wonât let me come back there until Iâve proven myself.â
âProven what? Come home, (Y/N). What are you doing to yourself?â Cass couldnât stop it. The signals kept coming. âYouâre going to work yourself to death, (Y/N), and for what? You and Bruce fight all the time, just come home and apologize!â
âIâm not in the wrong, Cass! It wasnât my fault but he kept saying it was!â Your hand smacked your chest now while the other held onto the table for support. âHow was I supposed to know that I wasnât his daughter?!â Your shoulders slumped and Cassâs expression dropped.
âWhat are you talking about? Youâre (Y/N) Wayne.â
âI thought I was too,â your whole body seemed to sink. âHow was I supposed to know I was the cuckoo birdâŚâ you mumbled.
âYou canât be talking about that article that came out, (Y/N). Thatâs just gossip and you know it,â she says.
âI know, I know but I looked into it anyway. You know I always did wonder why I was so ordinary compared to my parents,â you looked at your hands, convinced there was still blood on them. âI know Selina and I arenât related. She was just the unfortunate soul who my mother found first. But I was so convinced that Bruce was my father that I didnât even consider the possibility that he wasnât.â
âWhy does that matter, (Y/N)? None of us are his biological children except for Damian.â
âBecauseâŚâ you mumbled the rest, clutching your head and digging that hand into the roots of your hair to stop the incoming headache.
âBecause what?â Cass took careful steps toward you.
âHe told me that I couldnât come home until I proved that I had some value to this family,â your voice was hopeless. âIf Iâm not a blood Wayne then I have nothing else.â
âIâm sure thatâs notâŚâ
âThen why did he say that to me then, Cass?â You squeezed your eyes shut. âItâs too late for me to become a vigilante, I donât have the time or the luxury for that.â
âWhat were you planning to do?â Cass looks around the lab again. â(Y/N)?â She knew that the syringe looked oddly green.
âNothing, I wasnât going to do anything,â you straightened your posture as if nothing had happened. Carefully, she took another step toward you, and now you stood at armâs length.
Dark circles, sunken cheeks â> Sleep deprived
Chapped lips, dry eyes â> Dehydrated
Thinned hair, pale skin â> Deficient
âCass?â Had your voice been so hoarse? She took a step forward and pulled you into her arms. Slowly, you relaxed into them, a shaky sigh leaving your mouth as you carefully wrapped your own around her. Your hug that was so famously warm was now the opposite, the tightness of it that your family sought after was missing, but the love behind it was still there. âI love my family, Cass. I donât want to leave you all,â you said into her shoulder.
âThen come home,â she says against your head.
âI canât.â Cass could feel your tears drop onto her shoulder. âCass, he wonât let me,â you insisted.
âThat doesnât sound like Bruce,â she says, pulling away just enough to look at you. But soon, and once again, her expression falls when she sees your face.
âI know.â
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teatime
â ࣪. zhongli x reader
contents âł fluff fluff fluff, mutual pining, zhongli is so smitten ohhhh
a/n : felt nice to write sum fluff for a change :3 i hope you guys like it !!! i had fun writing this lolol
word count: 869
a faint tune played in the background of a teahouse tucked away in qingce village; tea and an aroma of incense clouded your senses.
âit seems as if my invitations to you have become a habit of mine. i hope it isnât grueling for you,â zhongli speaks, his golden orbs cast upon you. he delicately lifts his teacup to his lips. you shake your head. ânonsense,â you smile, âiâd not rather be anywhere else.â you follow suit, lifting the teacup to your lips and taking a sip. the taste of sugar and tea leaves swarm your mouth; a wonderful taste.
his eyes never ceased to fixate upon you. he was enamored â though his eyes were calm â as if he was gazing upon the moon and the vast night sky, or basking beneath the sun. âwould you like another cup?â zhongliâs voice was soft, almost as if he werenât human. his eyes were filled with a gentle gaze that made you feel warm. his lips curved into a thin upturned smile.
you nod, your eyes shining upon is. âiâd much appreciate that. thank you, zhongli.â his name flows off your tongue like butter. as if it was always meant for you to say. âof course.â
zhongli sets his empty cup, then quietly poured another cup from the kettle, steam rising to the ceiling. zhongli was incredibly focused on the task at hand, but also extremely conscious of your presence. he would glance at you from time to time. you watch his movements with precision, and you wonder how his actions always seemed to be so graceful and flawless.
he hands you your cup, his fingers gently grazing against yours amidst the action. âthank you,â you say, your voice quieter. you didnât want to distract him, he seemed focused. he notices the shift in your voice, his gaze back to remaining on your face. the way his fingers brushed against yours wasnât accidental; he didnât mind the contact, in fact, he was comforted by it. âyou are welcome.â
the moment went on quietly, until he cleared his throat and sat back in his chair. he sipped on his tea, his gaze lingering as you set the teacup down on the silver plate that matched. you take a cube of sugar and drops it into the seething liquid, stirring it with the tip of your finger before bringing it to your lips with a hum. you pick it up carefully and take a sip, a sigh. âyour tea is always amazing, zhongli.â
he smiles. he doesnât mind being complimented so regularly, as long as it is from you. âthe art of making tea is something iâve perfected over the eons,â his voice was deep and soft â warm â and a light chuckle leaves him. âtea brings life to the table. i hope it isnât too strong for you.â
your lips curl into a gentle smile. you love the sound of his voice; baritone and rumbling. comforting. you shake your head. âiâd never refuse tea, especially brewed from the hands of you,â you chuckle. he couldnât help the way his heart tendered at your words. he chuckles in return, a gesture he had heard from you multiple times before.
your heart beat is ringing in your ears, unbeknownst to him. the way he never fails to extend an invitation toward you for a cup of tea always had you giddy, no less with his voice, his gentleness and his entire being. the way he looked at you had you melting every time. you couldnât help but wonder â was there something more to this? or were you being delusional?
âhow does it taste?â he inquires, his voice gentle as his eyes remained glued to yours, not daring to gaze anywhere else, just in case he would not be met with yours again. you snap from your little daze and clear your throat a bit. âitâs delightful,â you smile, your voice a bit softer as you look at him.
a beat of silence goes by.
âyou are beautiful.â
oh. oh. was this happening? were you hearing things correctly?
he watched your cheeks heat up a little, and he smiles. he gazes at you as if it was the first time heâs seen you, as if he wanted to commit these moments to memory. âtâthank you,â you mutter, unknowing of how to go about this.
he smiles and begins. âsince weâve been drinking tea together in the evenings for quite a while, iâve come to notice something about myself.â he speaks, and you hum. âwhat may that be?â you ask with a tilt of your head. you feel your heart in your throat. thereâs no way.
he hesitates for a moment. it was as if he was trying to find the right words to say; but he decides to express his words with conviction, just as he spoke before. âi feel a deep sense of attachment to you,â he begins, his hand extending to yours and gently placing it atop your skin, âas if youâve become⌠a part of me.â
you smile, your eyes sparkling with a glimmer of joy. âim glad im not the only one who feels that way, then.â
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An additional Sleepy Tyrrish Men Headcanon
A moment for Liam. Omg why am I doing this to myself.
How does he sleep: he never sleeps. Always awake. Never closes his eyes. Ever. No blinking. Heâs alive and awake. It was never his honor!!
However
I think he sleeps like a flipping model. On his back with one arm over his head or on his stomach with his legs posed like a ballerina or something lol. Heâs just a nonchalant work of art always
I also think he falls asleep mid work. Like you. Find him at his desk with his head down, still holding a piece of wood and his knife all while snoozing silently. Or heâs sitting in bed with a book on his lap and his head tilted up against the wall snoozing. You have to wake him up often and guide him to bed.
Pillows: I do think he sleeps with two pillows. But only uses one. The moment he saw you he acquired a second pillow because he was formulating a plan to get you to his bed and he wanted to be ready for when you did finally join him
Any blankets? A sheet and a comfy fur throw. Nothing too extravagant
Does he snore? No. I feel like he does some small sighs here and there and maybe a little hum when heâs in deep sleep
Sleep mumbles though
Cuddler: oh fuck yes. Best Cuddler amongst the marked ones. Better than Bodhi dare I say. Loves to lay on his back and you lay over his chest with an arm around you. And this man goes both ways. He will not say no to being little spoon either. He not only cuddles like a rockstar but he pampers!!! Like heâs kissing your shoulders and is like âlove, your muscles are so tenseâ and then reaches under the bed and he starts to rub your shoulders and mumble apologies for not having the oils pre-warmed for you. WHO IS HE?!
Nightmares? Yeah. But heâs not going to tell you about them. Heâs good at secrets and was foster brothers with shadow secrets himself. so he learned from the best to hide everything lolol
Goodnight kiss? Yes, always. A kiss on the lips and a verbal goodnight. He probably throws in a genuine ass compliment while giving you some innocent sleepy eyes. âGoodnight love. You were amazing on the mat today. Iâm proud of you.â
đĽšđĽš like, okay thank you king
Is he waking you up for late night smoochies? Yeah. Heâs Xadens foster brother with an even worse libido so if youâre little spoon and you press your bum a little too hard on him heâs out of REM sleep like đ´đđŤŚ
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My Boy.
would it be a sin? if I can't help falling in love with you
PAIRING: lee donghyuck x fem reader
GENRE: the innocent sweet boy
WORD COUNT: 3.6k+ words
WARNINGS: explicit content, reader is older by 3 years, implied obsession, implied murder, mentioned physical abuse (not from haechan!)
SYNOPSIS: A series of failed relationships and you were this near of giving up on love. But then here comes little Donghyuck and his persistence. Maybe-- he was the one fated to you, after all.
A/N: forgive me for not writing a smooth transition from fluff to smut lmao. and this isn't beta-read so please just pretend you don't see grammatical errors and typos. fluff was just a poor attempt of hiding my true intentions for this fic, anyways lolol. enjoy reading! send your thoughts if you can, xoxo <3
LISTEN TO: Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley (Haley Reinhart)
Lee Donghyuck, for everyone at the campus, is someone who embodies gracefulness, kindness and all the positive traits one could ever think of. Nobody would ever dare to say ill about him as it's disrespectful for the boy who had been nothing but gentle and polite to each he had encounter.
Lee Donghyuck, the ever so sweet boy who comes to anyone's aid no matter what's his relationship with them.
You're his friend? He'll help you!
A classmate? He's just one call away!
Oh, you're a stranger and someone he haven't met yet? How amazing it is that Donghyuck has a free time to lend you a hand and get to know you!
Men and women stares at him with adoration, even the professors and staffs couldn't resist falling in love with his charming personality-- he even earned the nickname 'Haechan' or 'Full Sun' as he brightens everyone's day with little to no effort. It would be a lie if none of the students admits their crush on the campus' sweetheart Lee Donghyuck.
Too bad for them as the lovely boy's hazel eyes are only set for one person. Someone who had been by his side ever since he was 5. Someone he admires and respects so much he wouldn't let anyone hurt nor even touch them. It's you. His noona.
Haechan was 15 when he confessed his undying love for you.
''These feelings.. they didn't grow inside me throughout the 10 years I've been with you, Noona. They had always been here, in my heart. It was just me who took a long time to realize I have been harboring romantic feelings for someone who clearly treats me as her brother. This love-- it's endless, limitless. It knows no boundaries. No matter who and whatever comes in my way, my love for you will never waver. Through the deathly drought, my love won't ever wither. Through the thundering storms, my heart stands sturdy for you to hold on. This love that I have for you, it is the kind of love that only gets stronger as time flies by. The kind of love that through life and death, you remain the queen of my heart. Ruling it as if you are its owner. Let me be the man who protects you from the harsh that is this world. Let me be the wall you can lean on and the blanket you seek for warmth and comfort. I hope you wouldn't treat me any less after this confession. Because if there's anything that I am afraid to lose in this world, it's you, noona.''
It's astonishing, how a 15 year old can say such words. You're not sure where and when he learned those kind of things but you, as early as you can, stomps on the flattering feeling brewing inside of you. The boy is so young, he still have so much ahead of him, so much of the future that awaits him. With the thought of not wanting to let the boy tie himself up quickly to someone he's most likely just infatuated-- that was the first and last time you've expected to reject the sweet boy of Ilsan.
Lee Donghyuck, the persistent boy that he is, surprises you with more than 3 confessions each month. You resist falling for the beautiful flowers sent to your house everyday. You withstand the painful urge of giving in to the delicious and adorable bento boxes that shows different images of cartoon characters such as cinnamoroll and my melody from sanrio.
But you're just a human being. One that is weak from such cute attempts to sway your heart, like love letters with pastel decorations on your mailbox. It was too late before you realized, the wall you've created to stop the romantic feelings from squeezing themselves in your heart had crumbled into pieces. Shooing away your so-called sisterly love to Donghyuck as it was quickly replaced with the one the male had confessed harboring for you.
6 years later, your sweet little boy turned into a man he promised to be. Protecting you from any harm even if you can do it yourself. I know Noona can handle it but I don't want you stressing over things like these, why not make use of these muscles, right? He says.
''That's really the Lee Haechan? The little boy who had a crush on you back in high school? That chubby choco ball little boy?! God, he grew up so well! If you didn't tell me any sooner, I might've mistaken him as someone our age.''
You scoff at Jennie's words, sending her your middle finger. ''Just tell me you were thinking of fucking my boyfriend until I told you he's mine.''
Jennie's laugh battles with the loud music of the club, hands clapping like a seal due to amusement. ''Fine, guilty as fuck.''
You don't mind her words. You've been Jennie's friend for a long time to know that she doesn't have any plans of actually bedding your boy. Plus she's dumbly in love with her fuck buddy, Lalisa. That itself tells a lot. And it's not like your lovely would agree fucking your best friend.
''Come to think of it-- none of your past relationships really worked, no? All of them either ran away or just completely disappeared,'' She giggles.
''Men are so fucking scared of independent and powerful women. Maybe it was fated from the start for you to end up with Donghyuck. From what I can see, he's really into you-- always ready to serve or some clichĂŠ shit like that. But it's cute. You and Donghyuck are adorable together. He's so much better than those douchebags, especially that fucking Kim Jongin.''
Right, the devil who's Kim Jongin if its physical form. He was someone you wished you didn't met, someone whom you hoped is currently suffering wherever he is right now. You remember it as clear as the skies. The way he was so sly slipping a pill in your cup, waiting for you to pass out as he was driven madly by his disgusting lust over your body. Fortunately, luck wasn't on his side at that time and you managed to call the one person you trust the most before your ex-boyfriend even do something horrible to your intoxicated, drugged self-- sans the bruises and wounds you received from fighting back.
Haechan came rushing to your house that night. This is where it gets blurry. All you could recall was Jongin dropping on the floor, laying on top of the pool of his own blood. Donghyuck carries you, passing through the police as he urges them to rush you to a hospital-- all the while reminding them that the offender is currently inside and he was lucky to save the both of you despite earning some injuries as well, although minors.
3 years since then, you are yet to say you feel safe. Not long after being jailed, Kim Jongin was reported to be missing in his cell and until now, no police is able to locate him. The trauma he brought you stirs the fear once again, but Donghyuck was there to remind you that he will never let Kim Jongin near you. He already hurt you once, he wouldn't give him a chance to do it again.
A voice snaps you out of your bubble. Jennie is nowhere to be seen, now replaced with a familiar man you swear you've seen before. ''You seem preoccupied, a penny for your thoughts?''
The man chuckles at your stunned reaction. ''Ah.. you don't remember me? That hurts a bit, ouch.'' He clenches his chest dramatically, there you gasp in realization, jerking upwards as you point at his figure. You know this guy!
''Oh? Are you finally remembering me? Just to be sure, it's me. Na Jaemin from the dance club in high school. You know? Your partner in every dance.. ?''
''Right! Right! Ah, Na Jaemin, I didn't recognized you! Take a seat. How are you doing?'' Jaemin's smile is so bright that you could feel yourself going blind.
''Doing fine, luckily. I'm taking up an engineering course, we've talked about that before right? Remember how you encourage me to go for it because I was so scared I won't make it? I was so bad at math that time.''
Laughing softly, you share the vivid memories you can recall from your high school days. Jaemin is a gentleman who doesn't hesitate to lend a hand at times you're having difficulties following the choreographies. And by how he entertains everyone in the club, treating the members snacks and drinks during break time-- It is safe to say he's one of those that you misses the most if not for college erasing your memories and replacing it stress.
The conversation fills with reminiscing about the past as if they're 15 years ago. Sharing a laughter after one mentions that one time you both got mental blocked during a performance causing the two of you to mess up, thankfully you work well enough you pull it off and make it seem like there was no mistake at all.
Just as Jaemin's eyes roams around the dance floor, his vision captures a sight of his drunken friend that clearly needs his help. Sighing, the man bids his goodbye to you. Not without getting your number and sharing his, of course. You'd love to hang out with the whole group again.
''What was that right there, huh?'' A grin shows itself on your face and sudden giddiness bubbles inside you as the playful tone rumbles against your ear, a pair of arms wrapping themselves around your waist.
''Nothing, just an old friend saying hi.''
''Is that so?''
''Uh-hm.''
One on the forehead, one on your cheeks and finally on the lips. Your heart soars as Donghyuck peppers your whole face with sweet pecks. As much as you are enjoying the drinks and foods, you'd rather spend the night in your shared bedroom with Haechan. Maybe cuddle and watch some movies together if one is not too tired.
Your boyfriend agrees at the suggestion, immediately zooming to your apartment after waving a goodbye to Jennie with Lisa in her embrace, obviously sucking a hickey on her neck. No one admits it but clearly, your best friend's fuck buddy also have the same feelings for her. She's just too much of a coward. You remind yourself to help her confess.
Reaching the comfort of your home, you stand before the mirror as you drink in your look, observing if you look presentable during your time at the club. It isn't long before someone sneaks up behind you, arms snaking around you once again as he buries his face on the crook of your neck. Sighing, you lean backwards to press yourself at him, satisfied at the feeling of his body heat warming you.
A kiss turns into twice, trice, until it doubles and doubles, eventually reaching up to the back of your ears. Kitten licking the outline, Donghyuck presses his lips against your ears as one of his palms travels to cup one of your breasts, eyes straight to the mirror-- watching every changes of your facial expression as he fondles your boob while sucking an area of your neck.
Your clothes are soon on the floor, courtesy of Haechan desperately yet slowly stripping them off of you, his touch lingering in each part of your body. A finger of his traces the line that is between your pussy cheeks, dipping a little only to retract as fast. His chest rumbles against your back when he chuckle, left hand settling on your throat comfortably as his thumb and forefinger forces you to face your reflection on the mirror.
''You're so pretty, noona. Can you open your legs for me?'' Nodding so pliantly, Donghyuck could feel his pants getting tighter each second that passes by.
Spreading your legs, you grip his arm to steady yourself as a digit of his pushes itself in your core, sliding so easily due to the wetness embarrassingly caused by Haechan's raspy voice whispering against your ears. Being knuckles deep inside you, the male curses under his breath as he controls himself from foregoing foreplay and straight fucking you against the mirror. Your warm and velvety walls are making it hard for him to prevent himself from doing so.
Soon after a couple of strokes, your hips jerks in little motions, whines slightly echoing the four walls of the bedroom. That was when Donghyuck decided to add another finger to increase the friction you're feeling, curling them upwards in an attempt to press the buttons that emits the sounds he loves so much he considers it as a music.
It should be somewhere around here...
''Ah, shit!''
There we go, he cockily smirks. Humming, Haechan continuously jabs the tip of his fingers to that certain spot, grinding his clothed dick on the crack of your ass to ease the throbbing pain between his legs. ''Fuck, Hyuck..'' Your whines encourage the male to scissor your insides, stretching your walls all the while making sure hit and reach every spot you couldn't explore with your own hands.
His tongue falls flat on your skin as he licks a stripe from your shoulders up to the back of your ears, the hand that was previously on your throat now settles on your boob, pinching the hard nub lightly as he stimulates further pleasure with it. Your legs folds a bit, going jelly but the sudden increase of the dizzying pleasure you're getting.
''Fuck, fuck, fuck!'' Hips moving to meet the palms of your boyfriend, Haechan didn't hesitate to add two more fingers. He's already sure you can take it, you've pushed much bigger things in your pussy. The pads of Donghyuck's hand comes in contact with your aching hard clit, forcing a yelp from your. Cruelly, your boyfriend laughs at your reaction before pressing harder on your button, making circles with it the same time as four of his fingers harshly plunges themselves in your soaking core.
Eyes landing on the mirror, it eventually reaches downwards where Donghyuck's wrist and your pelvis meets. Even from your position and blurry vision, you could the redness and puffiness your pussy had become, clit peeking between the cheeks. Haechan finds the need to balance your figure as you almost fall forward, eyes rolling to the back of your head when your mouth opens to a scream. There your forehead scrunches to the middle, body shivering in his hold as the surface of his hand soon greets the sticky and creamy substance that he loves so much.
Beaming in satisfaction, Haechan makes a show of licking your juices off his hands, sucking each fingers with a 'pop!' before humming. ''You're just so sweet.''
Donghyuck then lets your knees meet the carpet of the ground slowly, turning you around so you could face the bump that is hidden underneath the fabric of his pants. He can already see the drool escaping your lips. No words are needed for you to know what to do, you've done this a lot of time, enough to learn what satisfies your lovely boyfriend.
Contrary to the Donghyuck you've gotten used to, this man that stands before you embodies nothing similar to the sweetheart. This particular Donghyuck loves to slide his girthy cock inside of you with no warnings, gripping your hair in a fist as he mercilessly thrusts to that pleasuring walls that is your throat.
This particular Donghyuck gets off of watching you scrambling to pull yourself off of him to catch a breath, coughing out with saliva only to come back having your face pressed to his pelvis once again. Eyes shut close as you try to breathe within your nose and if you couldn't, resort to opening your eyes and presenting your best teary eyes to Haechan for him to spare you, let you take in some air for at least a few seconds.
''Ah.. that's a-- I made you cum but you couldn't even bring me near my release? Isn't that a bit unfair to me, noona?'' You know damn well he's just mocking you. There's no one Donghyuck can fool when it comes to your ability to make him cum. A mere sight of you, even if covered from head to toe, would be enough for him to pop a boner and shoot his cum out in the air.
Determined to repay your baby's kind gesture earlier, you stills in your position and gives him a signal. Donghyuck lets out profanities with that. You just fucking gave him a confirmation, a consent that you're letting him fuck your throat as if it's your pussy.
Lee Donghyuck did just that. Holding your face in place, fucking inside you deeper with each thrust until a groan escapes his lips, soon enough he was spurting out white thick substances in the alley of your burning throat.
The male wastes no time in carrying you to the bed, throwing you after ripping his clothes off of him. His tongue invades the insides of your mouth, exploring and devouring what you have to offer. As if running out of time, Haechan's hands grasps the back of your thighs and forces them up to get a clearer view of your pussy pulsating, hungry for his cock.
Who is Donghyuck to deprive his lovely noona from receiving a well deserved good fuck, right?
No more teasing and no more extra touches, the tip of Donghyuck's thick cock slowly sinks, the whole entirety of his length follows not long after. His mouth falls open at the heat that surrounds him, the ecstasy you brings shakes his sanity.
Unforgiving, the thrusts are. With his hands settling besides your head, Haechan looks down to watch where your hole swallows him hungrily and is forced to turn his eyes away in order to not cum that fast. Fuck, the squelching sounds that bounces across the bedroom is so obscene that Donghyuck could feel himself smiling in pride. He's doing this to his, noona. Him and not those bastards.
''Fuck! Y-you're so b-big! So good, baby-- ah, fuck!'' Your nails creates crescent moon shapes on his back as it digs due to the immense pleasure, head dipping further to the pillow underneath you.
Being able to hold you in his arms and have you screaming for him, Haechan did the best he can to prevent himself from giving in to tempting urge of releasing. Instead, he decides to chase yours. He rocks his hips in the way you had been begging him, faster and harder. Unhooking his hold, he brings your legs to rest on his shoulders, almost bending you in half. This enables his cock to reach deeper and you wails, feeling his tip right at your stomach.
Fucking you earnestly, Haechan quickens his pace where you couldn't keep up, reduced to a whimpering and crying mess as you beg him to send you off to your climax. He latches his wet lip around your nipples, there he sucks like a new born baby starving for its mama's milk. Prodding his tongue right at the middle of your nub and wiggles them, that and the continuous contact of his tip to your sweet spot are those that caused you to thrash violently in his hold.
Hands flying anywhere, in search of gripping anything. Your burning walls clenching around his shaft, it would be a crime for Donghyuck to not succumb to the euphoria that's literally waving at him and beckoning him to cum. With your sweet words and encouragements piercing his eardrums, your boyfriend cums three thrusts after you, each resulting a moan from him.
The high soon subsides and a chuckle instinctively comes from him when his eyes catches the sight of you sleeping peacefully beside him, snoring like a little baby. Well, you are. His baby, to be exact.
Stickiness from the mega mixture of sweat and cum covers most of your skin, he wouldn't want the both of you to have a skin rashes or whatever it is that you gets from having cum on your skin for too long. And aftercare is a must! So he forces himself out of the bed despite the aching muscles and cleans you up, carefully as to no wake you up from your deep slumber.
Minutes passing, you are now comfortably laying on the bed, clean and free from the germs. A soft smile dawns Haechan's features as he cards his hand through your hair endearingly, kissing your forehead. ''I can't believe you're mine, noona.'' Caressing your cheeks for the last time, he practically forces himself to stop and move on to what he planned to do which is to cook your some food. Usually after sex, you'll wake up after an hour or so because of hunger. It has been a routine for him to prepare you both some easy dishes.
He is about to head towards the door when your phone, placed on the bedside, rings. Striding to it, he taps once to see who dared to text his noona at this time. Don't they know that you are most likely sleeping during this hour and their text might wake you up? Nevermind, maybe it's Jennie.
Oh. It's him.
Hey, this is Jaemin! I was just thinking if you'd like to hang out on wednesday? Only if you're free, of course!
Na fucking Jaemin.
Donghyuck scoffs, tongue poking his cheeks as he smirks in disbelief.
3 years since then, he can't believe he's about to give Kim Jongin a fucking gravemate.
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Cross Guild x reader knowing those three men feels like "What was THAT?" "Affection! â¤ď¸" "Disgusting. Do it again"
Lolol YESSSS headcanon time
DO IT AGAIN
Buggy x Reader, Mihawk x Reader, Crocodile x Reader
Fluffy bullshit
âŤâŹThe Good Life - The FratellisâŹâŤ
When I'm in there it's hard to leave
When you play with your hair and you stare back at me
Buggy
Thrives on attention but really not used to actual affection.
You so much as kiss him on the cheek and he's going to be a blithering mess.
Why did youâwhat the hellâ?!
Half-convinced you're somehow doing this as an insult.
Or to make fun of him later for blushing.
Honestly how dare you but...
Like
Maybe do it again so he can be absolutely sure of just how offended he is...?
.......please...?
Mihawk
Why are you cuddling him.
Why.
This is unbecoming. It's downright insulting.
He is the strongest swordsman in the world, why would you even think this is acceptable?
And why is it so warm and comforting?
Just staring at you in astonishment as you nuzzle against his shoulder and wrap your arms around him.
His pride will not allow him admit that this...is honestly quite nice.
But he finds that he's combing his fingers through your hair and giving you a little kiss on your forehead, all while gently warning you to speak of this to no one.
Sir Crocodile
What the hell are you doing behind his chair, he's trying to work.
Why the hell are your hands onâ
Why are you rubbing his shouldersâ
Oh.
Oh, that's...that's actually...oh.
This isnât so bad. He could get used to this.
Reclining back in his chair and laying his head back with a slow sigh, a smirk curling the corner of his lips around his cigar.
Not entirely sure he trusts the gesture, but as long as it feels this good, he isnât complaining.
Turning his head to brush his lips against your neck with a quiet purr of approval.
Definitely won't object about being pampered this way in the future.
#cross guild#cross guild x reader#mihawk x reader#sir crocodile x reader#buggy x reader#one piece#crocodile#buggy#mihawk#headcanons#fluff
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i think about best friends to lovers with gojo so muchđđ
going to an arcade with best friend gojo and playing just dance with him, holding hands and laughing when either of you slip. him screaming âooooh!â whenever you hit a move just right, looking into eachotherâs eyes and laughing whenever the dance allows it
introducing best friend gojo to your mother/ mother figure and her living for gojo. absolutely ADORING him. he dances with your crazy wine aunt and doesnât mind when she places sloppy wine kisses on his face while they dance, he actually enjoys it.
being literal soulmates with gojo to the point where his chest hurts when he tries to keep something from you, or when heâs away from you. to the point where his eyes glimmer like moon lit lakes of heaven whenever he sees you. to the point where he sometimes kisses your face when you study together and you help him get something.
best friend gojo who HATES any guy you bring around. if he forgets your favourite drink order heâs absolutely fucked in gojoâs eyes because how dare he???? you deserve the best wdym. he has a list of people âwe hateâ in his notes and why just because thereâs so many, due to the fact that he hates for no reason.
best friend gojo who loves touching you. holding hands and linking pinkies , kissing cheeks, biting eachother, he loves feeling close to you.
best friend gojo who is ATROCIOUSLY comfortable with you to the point where he will burp for a minute straight and giggle, he will come and hug you after a run, he will eat food off the floor infront of you itâs DISGUSTING but he knows you love him anyway
best friend gojo that has a box of your clothes and even wears some of them despite them being too small or not flattering lolol
best friend gojo who calls you the most embarrassing shit infront of your parents, like bookiebear or stinkstink because he wants them to think yâall are in some kind of cringey relationship [ because he wants to be đ¤đťđ¤đť ]
best friend gojo who randomly comes up into your face and whispers â yowaimoâ IN YOUR FACE even if his breath is rancid as fuck
best friend gojo who only tells you he loves you FOUR YEARS into knowing you. he explains how scared he was and you slap the shit out of him because you were so obvious
best friend gojo who marries you after another four years and makes so many jokes about how it took him forever because you played so hard to get
best friend gojo who never believed he could be tied down before you .
sighhhhhhh HES SOOOOO
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo saturo#gojo x reader#gojou x reader#jjk gojo#gojou fluff#gojo fluff#gojo headcanons#gojou satoru headcanons#gojo imagine#gojo satoru imagine
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