#oof this had my stomach doing flips

[thanosscross]

Rising Stars- Kwon Ji-Yong/G-Dragon x reader part 2

Summary: After getting your new song, Ji-Yong makes a big decision, leaving you on a surprise trip to South Korea after your last show of your tour.

Warnings: None really, a lil steamy at the end <3

Whenever Ji-Yong opened your message, he was excited, always loving any time you sent him new music that you hadn't released yet. He immediately rushed to their shared living room, plugging his phone into the speakers before pressing play. Ji-yong could feel himself nodding along to the beat, smiling as your soft voice come through the speakers. As he listened further, he could feel himself starting to blush "Sounds like somebody has a girlfriendddd" Seung Hyun teased playfully as he walked in, hearing the song playing through the speakers "Shushhh!" He huffed, covering his cheeks as he quickly grabbed his phone, rushing to the bedroom to call you.

Whenever Ji-Yong's call came through, you were fast asleep, curled up in your bed hiding under the covers from your phone, too scared to see what Ji-Yong replied with. Throughout the night Ji-Yong spent his time with T.O.P, getting his help to write a song, by the time his phone buzzed with a text back from you, they had finished the lyrics "Wanna record a rough draft for Yg?" Seung Hyun offered raising his eyebrows "You can send it to Y/n too" He added on, Ji-Yong nodded, setting up his phone up in between them before recording their rough draft of 'Girlfriend'.

Whenever you got an audio clip back, you felt your heart drop, it could be anything, but as you opened it and listened, your heart jumped up doing flips. You were quick to call him, not wanting to miss him before he fell asleep again "Hello?" Ji-Yong asked, you could hear water running in the background "S-Shit! I'm sorry! Did I call you in the shower?" You asked nervously, you could hear him chuckle from the other end of the call "Yea, but you're fine, you're on speaker" He smiled as he rinsed his hair out, turning the water off before reaching out to grab his towel "I liked your song" You mumbled shyly as you pulled the threads on your blanket "I thought yours was really sweet, I want to meet this Ji-Yong guy though, he seems to of really charmed you" He joked, you just giggled softly letting yourself fall back into your pillows "You're so funny" You said sarcastically as you smiled to yourself hearing his laughs come from the phone "I know, I really am...Back on topic though, did you really mean what you said at the end of your song?" He asked softly, making his way to his room holding the towel around his waist as he used his foot to close the door.

"I did..Who'd you write your new song about?" You teased, smiling a bit whenever you heard another chuckle leave his lips "Hmmm, some girl I met the other day" He joked, starting to get dressed as he held his phone to his ear with his shoulder "Oh really?" you gasped dramatically, pulling your phone away to click the facetime button. As the screen changed you were met with a shirtless Ji-Yong, his hair still dripping water as it sat in his face "Hello, beautiful, wasn't sure if I would get to see you today" He smiled, using his camera to look at himself and fix his hair "Stop doing that!" You gasped hiding your face out of view as you blushed brightly, glancing up to snap a quick screenshot of him. "Doing what?" He laughed raising the phone to show off the rest of his half naked body, the only thing covering him being the boxers he had thrown on before you had called. You just glared at him through the camera, flipping him off as you rolled over onto your stomach. "I'm just talking to my girl" He smirked, flopping back onto his bed with an 'oof', you couldn't help but smile at his words 'my girl'. Ji-Yong smiled at you in awe "You're beautiful, Jagiya" his voice was smooth, deep, unlike it was whenever he'd be on stage, screaming along to his lyrics. "Shut up, you cheese ball" You laughed covering your cheeks and mouth with your arm as you blushed "Cheese ball?" He asked raising an eyebrow towards you "You're being cheesy" You giggled loudly, watching as he made an 'o' with his mouth before nodding "I don't know how much I'll get to talk to you on Thursday, we've got a show, so I'll be pretty busy" He explained, you just nodded along, knowing you'd be with him by Wednesday night.

Ji-Yong ended up staying on the phone with you until you had to leave for one of your interviews, leaving him to lay smiling in his bed, holding his phone close to his chest. Seung Hyun and Tae Yang watched from the doorway, smiles evident on their faces as they watched their friend "You really love her don't you, Ji?" Tae Yang asked as he walked in sitting on his bed, looking towards his friend "She's amazing...I want to be with her all of the time" He whispered staring at the ceiling in awe as he thought of you and your adorable smile.

By the time Wednesday came around, you were quick to rush onto the private plane, desperate to get back to Ji-Yong and have his arms around you again, this time in a more than friends' way. As you watched out of the window, you brought your phone out recording the sunset as you flew over the ocean "it's beautiful like you, Naekkeo" You mumbled, watching as the clouds passed by. Tucking your phone away and reclining your seat back you sighed, knowing you still had awhile on your flight.

Whenever you landed in Korea, you felt lost, until you saw the familiar face of Tae Yang "Y/n!!" He cheered, pulling you into tight hug, taking your bags from you as he led you towards the car where Seung Hyun waited. "Ready to surprise him? Dae Sung said he's still out, so this might work out perfectly" He smirked laughing to himself, you giggled nodding your head "I've missed you guys, especially Ji" You smiled shyly as you made your way to their home, as you made your way towards the bedroom filled with four beds, you could feel your hands start to shake, what if he didn't want you here? Watching as Seung Hyun laughed softly, climbing in bed next to Ji-Yong, going to wrap his arm around his waist before your boyfriend sat up quickly with a groan "Whyyy? Just let me sleep!" He whined, rolling away to keep his back to his friend, hoping to be left alone to return to his dream about you. You had to cover your mouth as you giggled softly, he was cute whenever he was sleeping, especially whenever he tried to appear grumpy. After Seung Hyun got up, you watched as Dae Sung took his place "Ji..." Dae Sung asked, trying his best to match your voice "Why can't you all just leave me aloneee!" He shouted into his pillows, pulling the blanket over his eyes, never noticing you were standing in the doorway next to Tae Yang. After Dae Sung got up, you crawled onto the bed next to Ji-Yong, placing your hand on the top of his head, playing with his hair gently as he slowly turned his head, confused on which one of his bandmates was in his bed now. Instead of seeing any of his friends, his eyes met your soft expression "Hi, Naekkeo" You whispered, smiling softly as he sat up in shock "Y/n?" He gasped, rubbing his eyes, almost like if he did you'd vanish. "Ji" You responded, smiling as you saw him smile brightly, hugging you tightly, you just wrapped your arms around him in reply, giggling softly.

"So you really did your last show and then flew here?" Ji-Yong asked in shock, not liking the idea of you over doing yourself like that, you just nodded smiling softly as you held his hand "I slept on the plane" You assured leaning against him, you had both sat behind stage before his show started "You came here to see me?" He asked, almost like he couldn't believe you'd do this just for him "Duh!" You smiled, pushing him slightly with your shoulder "I wanted to see you again" You smiled softly, resting your hand on his cheek gently, his eyes met yours as your cheeks burned with a blush "Really?.." He whispered, you just giggled loudly "Yes, Ji, I wanted to see you, because you are...amazing, and kind, and my new boyfriend" You giggled, pulling him closer to press your lips against his, Ji-Yong's hands were quick to cup your cheeks, kissing you back as you slowly deepened the kiss, nipping at his bottom lip before you heard a chorus of whistles "Get it, Ji!" Seung Hyun cheered as the boys approached their friend, you were quick to pull away, blushing brightly as Ji-Yong bit his bottom lip smirking "It's showtime, Ji" Dae Sung smiled softly, motioning to the stage "Shit! I'll see you out there!" You giggled, pressing one last deep kiss to Ji-Yong's lips before rushing out to your seat in V.I.P.

Watching Ji-Yong and the others preform live in person was something else, especially the way Ji-Yong would make eye contact with you while singing certain lyrics. As the night got later, the show came close to an end, and to say you were slightly riled up by Ji-Yong's actions was a huge understatement. You took deep breaths as you watched the boys pose, the platform coming down to cover them from sight, allowing them to go back stage as the show ended. Waiting a few moments before going backstage, your eyes immediately found Ji-Yong's "Do not ever look at me with that smirk again, sir" You laughed, pointing at him as you walked over "What? This look?" He asked looking away as he licked his bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth as he smiled, turning his head to make eye contact with you, the look caused your stomach to do flips "Stop!" You huffed, once in arms length, you grabbed his shoulders "Stop being hot and doing that to me" You whispered, glaring at him, Ji-Yong just laughed softly, resting his hands on your hips "Fine, Fine, I'll stop...As long as you bunk with me tonight" He whispered in your ear, you just shook your head laughing "Where else would I want to sleep, Ji?" You giggled, leaning into his touch as he led you to his dressing room "You looked hot being turned on for me" He whispered once he got far enough away from the boys, your cheeks immediately going red as he called you out "Don't worry, I'll take care of you, my love" Ji-Yong smirked, pressing his lips to your neck softly.

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The One. (Creepy!Graves x Virgin!Reader.)

!DARK FIC, nsfw, smut, non con, dub con, proceed with caution. P in v sex, unprotected, virginity loss, scumbag!graves, oral sex m&f!receiving. NO MINORS!

“Yeah yeah, I got it.” You mumble into the phone. “She seriously can’t have any human food Y/N. I mean it.” She sighs. “I got it!” You laugh. “Look, me and Ruby are going to be just fine. I’ll feed her exactly how you wrote on the note, no more no less. She’ll get her meds. We’re gonna be alright.” You laugh. Looking down at the little crusty white dog you’ve agreed to dog sit. “Okay. Alright. I’m trusting you with this Y/N.” She groans into the phone. “When have I ever tested your trust?” You laugh. “You’re right. I know. I’m just stressed with this work trip, that’s all.” She sounds exhausted on the other end of the phone. "And outside of all of this that dog is all I've got. You know this." She huffs.

“Get some sleep alright? I’ll send you updates about Ruby everyday. I’ll see you when you come back.” You smile. “Alright. Thanks again Y/N. See you in a few days.”

You hang the phone up. You sigh, this was going to be a long few days.

Her house is a little eerie and you have a hard time falling asleep, but you do eventually, not having gotten to her house until late the night before.

It’s early in the morning when a knock at the door wakes you, you skeptically make your way down the stairs and hate the fact that she doesn’t have a peep hole. You open the door slowly. “Hey I was just wonder-“ The man looking back at you gathers a look of confusion. “Uhhh… you’re not Jennifer.” He laughs. “Uh.. yeah. She’s um.. on a work trip. So me and my boyfriend are house sitting for her.” You lie. You don’t have a boyfriend but you don’t want to tell a random man that you’re alone. “Oh okay. She borrowed my lawn mower a few days ago and it doesn’t look like she ever got around to her lawn but mine needs done here soon.. so. I was just wondering if I could get it back but it can wait a couple days. Thanks anyways.” He smiles. “I can always call and ask her.” You look up at him, he practically towers over you. “Oh no. I don’t want to bug her if she’s on a work trip, it can wait. Thanks anyways darling.” He smiles. The way he says ��darling’ has your stomach doing flips. “I’m Phillip by the way.” He reaches out a hand. You take it. “Y/N.” You smile.

As soon as the door is closed you’re on your phone sending her a text.

So we keeping secrets now?

Wym?

I mean your hot neighbor.

Ew.

You don’t think so?

He’s kind of a creep I’ve heard.

Oof. Didn’t give me a bad vibe ;)

Oh dear. Don't go getting yourself into trouble.

You laugh at her text, making your way back up the stairs.

Later the same day, you’d gone to pick up some groceries, not wanting to eat her food. She said you could but you felt that was rude since she was only going to be gone a few days anyways. You also had to pick up the remainder of Ruby’s meds. She’s turned into quite the problem child.

As you’re making your way up the walkway, you see him working on some roses. Trimming them down a little bit. “Hey.” He smiles. “Hi.”

“I actually had a question.” He sets the trimmers down, wiping the sweat off of his forehead. “Yeah?” Under his shirt you can see just how toned he is. You approach the chain length fence that he's just on the other side of.

“You house sit a lot?” He asks. “Not usually, but I’m not against it. Why?”

“Well, my wife is a night shift nurse and I’m in the military so I’m gone quite a bit. We pay a lot for our kids to be in daycare but we don’t always trust them. You good with kids?” He asks. “Oh uh.. well. It depends. How many days a week do you think they’d need to be watched?” You ask. “Probably only 2 or 3 days a week. Few hours at a time. Just until their grandparents or aunt can get them.” You nod your head. “Yeah, I don’t think I’d mind.” You shrug. He nods. “Alright cool. I’m sure my wife would like to meet you first. Although she isn’t off until about midnight tonight though.” He mumbles. “Uhh.. I’m sure I’ll be awake by then, I can just stop by.” You shrug. “That’d be great.” He smiles.

This could turn into a pretty good job, night shift nurse, military? They’d probably be willing to pay a pretty penny for their kids to be watched and you already have some debt racked up. This could turn into something pretty damn nice. You wait around and it seems like midnight may never come. You make sure Ruby is fed and has her meds before you make your way over next door, not sure how long it may take and you don't want to leave the little dog hanging. You make sure to go over a few minutes early to make a good impression.

11:47pm

You knock at the door and he smiles when he greets you. “Hey.” He smiles. “Come on in. My wife should be off work here soon.” He smiles. You step inside. “You can have a seat on the couch, you want anything to drink?” He asks. “Oh. No I’m alright.” You smile. “Thanks though.” You take a seat on his couch. “Alright. I’m just gonna grab a beer real quick.” He smiles, walking out of the room.

How’s Ruby?

She’s good but I’m out for a minute.

What? Why?

Just a second, your neighbor asked if I’d be interested in watching his kids for him. Yknow. Since I’m such a good house sitter ;)

At midnight?

It’s when his wife is off work.

I didn’t know he was married? Or that he had kids?

He said so. He said she’d be home soon.

No, I definitely remember. He doesn’t have kids or a wife. You’re talking about the neighbor on the left side?

You’re starting to get worried. Eyes drawing up from your phone. If something happens you want her to be able to call for help but you also don’t want to be the idiot that walked right into a trap this easily.

Oh no, the one across the street.

Oh okay, jeez. Had me worried there. They nice? I’ve never met em.

Yeah, super nice. His wife just got here actually. Talk to you later. Ruby misses you.

You put your phone down, the hair on your body standing up. Worry fills you. He walks back into the room, turning the cap off of the beer.

11:53pm

“So uh.. you said you’re in the military?” You ask. “Yeah, been in since I was eighteen.” He nods. “And.. your wife’s a nurse, that’s pretty cool.” You smile. “Yeah, she doesn't mind it.” He laughs. “How old are your kids? I forgot to ask.” You glance at his left hand.

Stomach falling when you don’t see a ring. “They’re 9 and 5.” He nods. “Drive me crazy.” You’re glancing around the house. Not a toy or anything related to a woman or kids in sight. “You said your boyfriend is staying with you, how long have you both been together?” He asks. “Oh.. uh.. 3 years.” You smile. “No kids?”

“No. Not yet anyways.” You laugh. “Do you want them?” He asks. “Uhhh.. we haven’t really talked too much about it.” You laugh. You exchange more conversation as the time passes by.

12:05am

“You know.. I hate to cut this short but I’m exhausted…” you mumble. Standing up.

He stands up quickly. “She should be home any minute, really.” He laughs, gliding a hand through his hair. “Yeah I’m really sorry, I’m not usually up this late. Maybe I can come back tomorrow night or a night when she doesn’t work.” You mumble. Rubbing your eyes. Feigning tiredness.

“Alright well. I understand.” He smiles. You walk for the door, surprised when he doesn’t make a move to stop you.

You grasp the door handle, opening up the door.

It slams shut, his hand above you. A gasp leaves your lips. You freeze. You say nothing and hear nothing from him. Just his heavy breathing from behind you. “Please… let me go.”

He raises his hand, grasping your hair and moving it to your other shoulder. “I’m not trying to scare you.. promise.” He breathes. “I’m not too good at this.” He sighs. His lips are right by your ear. You tug at the door handle again but he holds it.

“Look.. just talk to me please? I promise I’m not gonna hurt you.” He breathes. “Look my boyfriend is probably really wondering where I am-“

“Y/N.” He shakes his head. “You and I both know there’s nobody over there. Just you.” His voice is quiet and deep.

“How do you know that?” Your heart thumps in your chest, so loud he can hear it.

“I live right next door sweetheart. I’ve seen you around before.” He laughs. “Just.. sit back down. We can talk this out.”

“No. I want to leave.” You breathe. “Please.. I swear. One conversation and I’ll let you go.”

You hesitate. “Fine.” You breathe. Surprised when he steps back. You turn to look at him but you don’t move away from the door. He takes another couple steps back. “Why did you lie about having a wife and kids?” You ask. “I.. just wanted you over here. I needed some kind of excuse. I think you’re.. gorgeous and I realize now how creepy that probably soun-“ you grasp the door handle and rip it open.

But you’re not fast enough.

He grasps a hold of your arm, ripping you back inside his house and slamming the door, locking it this time. He shoves you up against it. Your cheek pressed against the cool wood. He hisses, pressing his entire body into you. “Fuck- now why’d you have to go and do that hm?” He breathes. You can feel him shaking. He wraps a hand in your hair, pushing your face into the door harder. “You’re so pretty. Fuck- and you smell so good too.” He breathes. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry.” He shakes. “I know I’m a fucking creep. I’m not good at this.” His voice is shaky and he stutters when he speaks. Like he’s never done this before. Like some Virgin desperate enough to hurt for it.

“I- I just.. haven’t been with a woman in so long. And you.. my god. I knew I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you. Knew you were the one.” He’s nearly panting as he says it. “It’s.. it’s okay Phillip- that’s your name right?” You mumble. He nods. He releases the pressure he has on you, letting you spin around to look at him. “You don’t have to do this okay?” You breathe.

“But.. I do.”

He leans into you. “You can fight me.” He breathes. His lips are nearly brushing yours. “But you don’t have to. I saw the way you were looking at me. I know you want this too.” He breathes. “Don’t make me hurt you.”

You can feel tears gathering in your eyes. This is what you get for being so trusting. “Okay… okay.” You take in a shaky breath. “Don’t cry… please. I promise I’ll be good to you okay?” You nod. Closing your eyes tight. His lips brush yours and you take in a deep breath. He presses his to yours fully, and this is happening one way or another so you ignore what this really is. You don’t kiss him back. He kisses you hard, hands on your hips, pushing them up your shirt. When he finally pulls away your lips are blushing.

“I.. I’m sorry.” He breathes. He wipes his face in frustration. “Can we start over?” He breathes. Your cheeks are still wet with tears. “I.. I’m Phillip. I’m single, no kids. I’m in the military.” He laughs. He inhales through his nose. He sticks his hand out for you to shake.

He sees the slightest tug at the corner of your lips.

“I… I’m Y/N. I’m also single, and I’m dog sitting next door.” You breathe. Taking his hand.

“And.. that’s probably not what you should’ve started with.” You breathe. Eyes flashing to his lips and than back to his eyes. “What?”

“You should’ve said, ‘Hi. I’m Phillip. And I’m so horny that I look like a creep and force myself onto people.’ Maybe.” You laugh, looking down. He smiles. It’s obviously a sad smile. “God.. when you say it like that.” He breathes. “I swear I’m not usually like this.” He shakes his head. “Haven’t been with a woman in years but there’s something about you.” He trails off, shaking his head. “I’ve seen you around but talking to you was an entirely different ballgame. My god…” He breathes. “I am a creep, shit.” He breathes. “It’s okay.” You sigh. “I mean it’s not but.. I’ll let it go.” You breathe.

“Okay. I.. you can go alright? I’m sorry.”

You shake your head.

“What?”

“The proper way to get a girl alone, is to invite her over for dinner sometime. Not lie about having a wife and kids. Total turn off.” You laugh. “But lucky for you, I’m nice so I’ll let it slide.” You take a deep breath. “If you do that shit to me again though I might have to fight you. So just.. keep your hands to yourself and we’ll be alright.” You laugh. Your heart is still thumping in your chest. He didn’t seem like a violent man, but he’d just tried to force himself on you so you couldn’t assume too much more. He raises his hands in surrender. “Promise.”

“How long have you been in the military?” You ask. “I didn’t lie about that part. Since I was eighteen.” He nods. He skeptically sits down. You can tell he doesn’t want you to leave. “And how old are you?” You ask. “Thirty-five.” Your eyes widen. “Jesus.” You laugh. “What?”

“Older than I thought.” You mumble. Seeing as you’re still in your mid-twenties. “You.. want to watch a movie or something?” He asks. “Uh. Yeah fine whatever.” You mumble, sitting down.

Your brain is fried, should you take him being so into you that he nearly forces himself on you as a compliment?

You sit down away from him, the both of you agreeing on a movie.

You’re getting tired but you know you can’t fall asleep here, so you finish the movie and go back next door without any more issues.

———

“Hey.” He smiles. “I uh.. brought beer.” You laugh. He’s invited you to his house once again. Properly this time.

You step inside and he closes the door behind you. You’d picked a new movie to watch this time. It’d just come out. You take your places, you’d set Ruby up with some food and water and a couple treats so she was asleep when you left. He starts the movie and opens a beer, sitting where he usually does.

About halfway through the movie is when a sex scene comes on. The first of any of the movies you’d watched. You notice him shift uncomfortably. By the end of the scene, he’s palming himself in the dark. You can barely see it. You chew at your lip nervously. He’s laying back on the smaller love seat to your right, he can’t see you as easily as you see him. He clearly doesn’t know that.

When the movie is over, he’s got one hand behind his head, his eyes are closed. His lips are parted slightly, he’s clearly fallen asleep. You smile. You stand up, walking around. You cross your arms and bite your lip, thinking of what to do.

Should you just leave?

Since his arm is draped behind his head like a pillow, his shirt has raised. Showing off his toned stomach. Your eyes travel further down, seeing that he’s still hard. Must be dreaming.

Fuck it.

You slide one knee over him, straddling his knees. It’s a little uncomfortable because the couch isn’t too big seeing as it’s a love seat. You expect him to wake up or even stir but he doesn’t. Deep sleeper.

You reach for his jeans, unbuttoning them. Unzipping them and tugging them down around his cock. He’s still hard. You’re being rough and he still hasn’t woken up. You lower yourself down, taking him into your mouth. You’re gentle at first. Toying with him to see how he’ll react in his sleep. It takes a while for him to let out a whine and shift slightly. Taking in a breath. You take him further, hollowing your cheeks and sucking. Bobbing your head up and down his shaft. Making sure not to put too much pressure on him. He takes in a jagged breath. He moans out again. “Fuck- Y/N-“ he hisses. You think he’s woken up.

Your eyes snap to his face but his eyes are still shut. It’s you he’s dreaming about. Maybe he really did just like you.

You keep up the pace. His breaths getting heavier and more frequent, until he’s panting. He’s right on the edge. His eyes tighten. He’s really close. He’s never been this close before in a dream. Why is he so-

His eyes snap open, widening when he sees you on him.

“O-oh fuck.” He breathes. “Y/N- what are you-“ his lips open.

“Wait-“ he hisses, you don’t. You don’t relent for even a second.

You can’t deny it, he’s hot and he wants you.

He’s pathetic

“Sh- oh my god…” He breathes. The muscles in his stomach tense up as you start sucking at the tip of his cock. “Fuck baby- fuck..” he breathes. “Look at me.” He hisses, his teeth are gritted. Your eyes snap up to his and he moans out, resting his back on the couch, looking down at you. “Fuck.. I’m gonna-” He groans. His eyes screw shut and he cries out. He rocks his hips forward and you swallow down a gag.

He bucks his hips again, crying out a final time as he finishes down your throat. Panting as you clean him up. “Fuck… you didn’t have to do that.” He breathes. You finally look up at him, moving up further and straddling his still hard cock. He gasps when the seam of your jeans rub against him.

“Phillip?” You say. Your voice is unsteady and rough. “Yeah?”

“You’re pathetic.” He laughs. “And you still sucked my cock.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s because you’re hot, creep.” You go to stand up, but he stops you. “Where do you think you’re going?”

You laugh. “Well I was going to go home.”

“You really want to leave after that?”

You shrug. “Why don’t you stay a while.” He chews at his lip, hand gripping his hard cock again. “Or maybe I’ll just give you no choice.” He smirks.

You roll your eyes at him. “What are you going to do?”

“At least.. meet you in the middle.” You look away from him. “Yeah, I’ll be honest. No one’s ever done that before.” You go to stand up but he stops you again. “Done what?” He asks. You roll your eyes, looking away from him.

“No one’s ever gone down on you before?”

You try to hide the smile of embarrassment. “Have you ever.. done any of this before?” He asks.

You swallow hard. Avoiding his gaze. “Shit… are you a Virgin?” He asks. You look down, setting your hands in your lap. The way you fidget with your hands is enough for him to know that you are. “Damn baby. I had no idea. I’m sorry I came on so strong before.”

You can’t help but hide your face, hearing him laugh. He grips your wrists, tugging them down. “Have you ever gone down on anyone else before, like that?” He asks. “No.”

He smiles. “You really had me fooled because.. that’s the hardest I’ve probably ever cum.” He laughs. He’s so straight forward you. You don’t know how to take him. “You’re already a pro and I haven’t shown you anything yet.”

“Yet?” You laugh. “Yeah. Yet.” He rests his hands on your thighs. His cock is still exposed. Still hard and blushing red. “You’re a bad girl, waking me up like that.” He laughs.

“Yeah right, like I couldn’t see you palming yourself through the entire movie.” You roll your eyes.

He sits up, you go to move off of him but he stops you, lifting you up with it. He sits you down on the couch like you would normal. “Slide your hips to the edge.” He nods. “What?”

“M’gonna eat that pretty pussy. Cmon.” He reaches for your waistband. “I- I haven’t shaved and I’m-“

He laughs. “Look at me.” He lifts your chin, forcing you to look up at him

“I don’t give a fuck. I’m a man not a boy. Take your pants off.” He’s stern.

You swallow hard. Nodding your head. “Y-yes sir.” The words leave your lips before you even realize it. “I- I mean!”

“It’s okay. You’re working yourself up for nothing. Relax.” He wants to taunt you but doesn’t want to take this too far.

When your pants are finally off, you have your legs shut tight. It’s amusing, how nervous you are.

“Slide your hips to the edge and spread your legs for me baby. Go on.”

You take in a deep breath. Your heart thumps hard in your chest, he can hear it. He lowers himself to his knees as you do what he says, skeptically opening your legs. You’ve still got panties on. He holds onto your knees, opening your legs even more. “Fuck. You’re so pretty.” He licks his lips. He’s ready to devour you. He’s got it in his eyes.

He runs his thumb over your clothed pussy, rubbing back and forth over your clit through your panties. You take in a deep breath. “No one has ever touched you here before?” He taunts. You shake your head. “No.”

“Shame for them. And you of course. Not for me.” He laughs. “I get you all to myself.”

He lowers his head, gliding his tongue across your panties. You moan out, watching him tease you. He flicks his tongue over your clit through them, he can feel you shiver. Desperate for him to actually touch you. He uses the tips of his fingers to slide your panties to the side. Biting his lip when he finally gets a good look at you. “Fuck…” he draws it out. It’s nearly a moan when it leaves his lips. “You’re so wet..” He breathes. He glides his tongue up your slit, flicking it over your clit just once. You tense up, the sensitivity has you whining. “Phillip please!” You cry.

He holds your hands to your side so that you can’t touch him. He laughs. “Be patient. Don’t you want your first time to be special?” He smirks. Your eyes are glossy and your cheeks are flushed. You’re turned on and he can see it in your eyes. He lets go of your hands and leans in. He’s going to seal the deal. He draws his tongue over your clit again, but this time he doesn’t let up. He keeps the steady pace, flattening his tongue across it and abusing it.

He doesn’t stop or give you a break, keeping the pace and force on your clit. You’re squirming in no time. Whining and crying out for him. You’ve got a hand in his hair, tugging it slightly. He likes the way it feels. He draws away for just a second, gathering his saliva on his fingers and gliding them down. Returning his tongue back to your clit. You don’t realize what he’s going to do until he’s already done it. He slides a soaked finger into your hole, feeling you tense up hard at the intrusion. Your breath gets caught in your throat. He doesn’t give you a chance to adjust. He pumps his finger into you at a fast pace.

You’re not going to last.

You’re nearly sobbing when he brings you to the edge. He sucks at your clit, fingering your pussy until you can’t even form a single word or thought.

When you reach your peak, you sob. Crying out louder than you’ve ever been. He keeps the pace until you squirm, stopping him.

When he finally pulls away, his lips and cheeks are flushed. His face glistens in your arousal. He smiles, licking his lips. He wipes his face with the back of his hand. “How do you feel baby? I make you feel good?”

You nod your head. He’s put you into a daze.

He laughs at your fucked out state.

“If you thought that was good.. you should see what my cock would do to you.” He glides his middle finger down your wet opening, sliding it back into your blushing hole. You whine out again. It’s too much.

“I’d stretch you so much more.. and reach so much deeper.” He slides his finger in and out of you slow, barely moving it. “You’d feel so full.” He breathes.

“You want to feel me baby? Think you can take it?”

You think for a second. You’re already sprawled out on his couch.

You nod your head.

“Atta girl.”

He exposes himself once more. He glides the tip of his cock over your slit. Gathering the arousal that’s still there from when he’d devoured you. “I’ve opened you up quite a bit already, you’re ready for me now.”

He notches the tip right at the entrance and pushes into you slow. He was right. He’s stretching you a lot.

It’s uncomfortable but he’d made your body ready for him.

He rubs circles over your clit as he pushes deeper and deeper. Keeping you stimulated. Your body takes him right in. When he’s almost there, you start to tense up. He knows he’s hurting you. Going deeper than anything you’ve ever taken, “it’s alright. You’re doing so good baby. Just keep your legs spread for me.”

You wrap your arms under your knees, spreading your legs further. You watch as he slides deeper. His cock disappearing into you.

It’s getting tighter and hurting more. “I-it hurts Phillip.” You whine. “It’s okay. Nearly there doll.” He keeps rubbing circles into your clit with his thumb. He jerks forward, hearing you cry out as he forces himself the rest of the way in. Drawing his hand back from you. “There we go- all done.” He breathes. You have tears in your eyes. “I know it hurts but it’ll never have to hurt again okay. Look at me.” He nods. Your eyes snap to his. “There’s my girl. Doing so good.” He shakes his head. He draws his hips back and slides back into you, slow. He nods his head while looking at you. “You’re taking me so well baby. So good. Just keep relaxed for me.”

The pain starts to ease. He’d hurt you pretty badly right there at the end.

It takes you a few minutes to get fully used to him. Even after that, it’s a foreign feeling. Not quite comfortable but not entirely uncomfortable either. You feel nothing.

He can see it in your face that you’re not enjoying it, but he knows exactly how to change that.

He fills you completely, the backs of your thighs flush with his hips. He’s buried completely inside of you. He nods. “Slide your hips back a little bit.” He moves with you as you do as he says. “Open your legs just a little more- perfect.”

“Now lay back completely and relax. Okay?”

You nod your head. Still feeling uncomfortable. “Perfect, try to relax now. It’s going to be a lot.”

You don’t understand what he means until he draws back and thrusts in again. Right up against that spongy spot inside of you. Your eyes widen and you gasp when he does. Chills rise on your skin. He laughs at your reaction. “Found it.”

He picks up his pace, fucking into you harder, going even deeper. The squelch from your pussy getting wetter around him has you blushing. You’re already overstimulated but he’s got you closing in on another orgasm. Your clit throbs and he doesn’t forget to give it attention too. Rubbing his thumb over it again. It’s nearly too much.

“Look at me.”

You raise your eyes to look at him, swallowing hard.

“You’re doing so good. You feeling good baby?” He asks. You nod your head. He can tell you’re getting close again. “I’m going to cum in you.”

Your eyes widen and you shake your head. He laughs. “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of it.” He smiles. “Phillip- no-“

“Shhh.. just relax baby. You get the full experience. It doesn’t count, not until I fill your pussy full.”

You start to squirm. You’re not ready for a baby and even if you take something, then what?

He keeps his pace and holds you still, using one hand to force your hands together. You can’t help it. The way he stimulates you. You cry out, soaking his cock in your orgasm. The first time ever cumming around a cock. “Oh god.. I’m gonna cum so deep baby- I’m gonna cum so fucking deep inside of you.” You squirm hard, trying to wiggle away, but he’s got you pinned. He draws his hand back, holding both of your wrists with both of his hands. He’s got a death grip on you.

He thrusts in as deep as he can and pauses, your eyes widen when you feel him. He cums right up against your wall, the force has your eyes widening.

You can’t believe him!

When he’s calmed down, you shove him back.

“Woah- hey. What’s wrong?”

You look pissed off.

“Y-you’re such an asshole!” You hiss. You hurry to tug your clothes back on but he’s trying to stop you the entire time.

“Don’t touch me!” You growl. “And don’t come near me again.” You go for his door and he tries to stop you but you slam the door behind yourself before he gets the chance.

“Shit.” He mumbles.

Just when you start to trust him, he fucks it all up.

[sseomtada]

rear view [ruben dias]

gripped onto a sliver of inspiration i felt and this came out...not proofread. warnings: 18+, masked!ruben, taunting, praise, one use of the word sl*t (affectionately, i promise), a lil rough to gentle...

the sound of your heels meeting the wooden floor is prominent as you stagger into your flat blindly. a hand splays, fingers fanning wide to feel along the smooth wall for a light switch. flick - nothing.

though obviously not a fluke, you flip the switch a few times more to ensure that you’re not being dramatic. air leaves your lungs in a smooth rush while you continue along the dark path to resume your wind down routine.

work has been absolutely brutal. long hours, sitting stationary for endless amounts of time until you tailbone feels battered, and not nearly enough pay to be quite frank. you needed a vacation, or a lobotomy - whichever provides the most instant relief and gratification.

“snoogs?” you call calmly for your cat.

she gets so shy sometimes, but she loves the dark. it’s her hunting ground and you’re a helpless little ferret. every day must be a mind boggling adventure for her fur baby. or maybe you’re romanticizing it too much, delirious from lack of proper rest.

“snooogss?” your voice is a sing song.

around the bend to the living room you go and let your ears perk up to lock in. while your mind is dancing between reality and imagination, what was that in the corner, you hear a rustle and sudden a fur ball is launching at your chest.

with an oof, you catch her and stumble backwards. the sudden halt you come to isn’t from a wall as you would expect, but a hard, warm body. their broad chest expands with a slow inhale and you slowly let snoog melt from your hands.

“hi, princess.” fingertips grip into your waist, and tension falls from your frame as you recognize the timbre and feel. it’s just ruben.

“h-hi…” you don’t know what to say to stay in character, so you try to keep it as simple as possible.

bringing up this fantasy of yours really did a number on him. it had only been two days since you disclosed it during pillow talk and look at him now, ready to be nominated for his oscar.

“i’ve been watching you for some time,” he reaches an arm around your stomach and reels you right up against him. “you really ought to wear more than cropped shirts and panties when you walk by the windows.”

a hand slides up your thigh, the edges of his fingers toying with your underwear’s seam. you begin to seep into his petting. ruben is in sync with you, his hips drop to catch yours and push them back up.

“or not, cause you look so fucking hot.” an open mouth kiss lands on your lower neck. “so pretty, babygirl.” he starts undoing the closures on your top. “so fuckable.”

you bite out a moan you had been attempting to stifle. that gorgeous accent pairing with those nasty words beckon you to respond. you push back into him, skirt bunching up, rasping.

his hands roam you wildly and dangerously. one cups your hot cunt, squeezing until he feels it throb against his palm. the other alternates between massaging your breasts that he pulls free of your bra.

“that’s what you wanna do to me, hm?” your brows meet as you turn your head.

“mhmm…” ruben grazes the fabric of the mask covering his face across your cheek. “come here.”

you’re dragged over to the sofa where he crashes down harshly, pulling you to sit on his lap with your back to his front. ruben’s burning touch is back again. he has your legs spread wide, using his thighs to keep yours open while he circles your covered clit.

“shit!” your head drops against his shoulder.

“listen to that,” he chuckles, spanking the ruined seat of your panties. “why’re you already so wet, angel?”

“i’ve been-” you swallow thickly. “waiting for you.”

that makes him growl, pulling at your panties until they dig into your flesh. ruben tosses the stretched out fabric to the side and teases your hole with two fingers. you buck into them hungrily.

“can you be good and take my fingers like this?” ruben thrusts them into your pussy to the knuckle and your eyes disappear. he doesn’t stop there, fucking them into you every time he asks, “like this, like this, like this?”

“oh, fuck…” your hips start to rock onto them for more friction.

“not an answer-”

“yes!”

you surge upwards to catch his lips between your own. it’s carnal and possessive and claiming the way your tongue rolls over his. your words fall down the rabbit hole into him in between deep breaths, yes i can be good, i can be good.

“i know you can. maybe you should close the curtains when you play with yourself, too.” ruben nips at your earlobe.

god, how is he so good at this? he’s never been shy with his words, much less when you have sex, but tonight is another level. if you had to guess, you would say that he’s certainly done his homework.

“need you in me…” you whimper.

“aww, look at you.” ruben swipes his free thumb over your bottom lip, dragging the skin slowly. “i need to feel you squeezing and shaking. then, we can move on.”

a gushiness fills the air as he fills you powerfully with his digits. you’re nothing short of a mess, legs trying to close on instinct and his forcing them open wider for the same reason. you grasp out wildly, hands eventually settling behind his neck where a bit of his hair peeks out of his mask.

“let it go, princess. just like that.” he laughs into your ear, curling and pumping relentlessly.

it feels more like you are the one getting let go of. the rope you cling to snaps and you’re free falling. terrified initially, but accepting and gaining pleasure from the weight pressing down on your tummy.

you scream with a filthy grin, fuck, you’re gonna make me sq-

and the weather changes right on cue. your hips lift just above his, one hand dropping to his thigh and the next flying to flick at your clit as you rain down. soft patters fall onto your helpless wooden floor. it creaks too with the force of ruben handling you roughly to face him.

“good fucking girl…” he praises, yet spanks you.

another scream that melts from terror to erotic erupts from your throat. he smooths where his blow lingers as you rut over his bulge, running his basketball shorts. not that he seems to mind with the way he’s pushing it up into you too.

“if you saw me touch myself, you’ve seen me ride dick before too, right?” now that you’ve cum, you’re no longer as needy as before.

ruben knows this about you and you suspect it’s the reason he decides to go about tonight they way that he is. the light is so dim in here, but you see his eyes glint mischievously. and he calls you a brat.

“gonna do me like that, huh?” he sucks your breast and reaches down to free himself. “show me, pretty girl. show me, fuck-”

his words end up in his throat as you swallow him whole. so snug and warm tucking into your walls, you sigh with content. you let yourself just feel him, hips circling slowly to get your bearings.

your stomach tenses as you lift up and down his cock. he swears lowly in portuguese, rubbing up your ass to your waist. his hands slowly leave your body completely to settle on the back of the sofa.

“come on, then.” he smacks your ass again. “fuck me like a little slut.”

you shake your head and laugh, ready to give it to him even more since he’s begging so much. your grip settles firmly over his corded shoulders and you get onto your toes on the floor. soon, you’re bouncing on it. the sound of your soaking cunt working his shaft steadily and your gasps and his groans-it’s already too fucking much.

“that’s it,” ruben marvels. “take that fucking cock.”

oh, he wants you to take it? you bring your feet up to the sofa, legs a big wider, and grab onto the back of his neck. your pussy grips him, tip to base, tucking and squeezing at the bottom to feel the way the slight curve in his cock presses right to that spot.

“oh, shit, baby.” he needs his hands to come back to control your movements.

if you continue doing that one, he’ll be planning a baby shower in a few months. which, let’s be real, you might end up doing anyway because there’s no way he’s pulling out tonight.

ruben thrusts up to meet you as you come down and you quiver around him. you’re so close again you can feel the rope fraying beneath your hold. full surrender is instant this time, you welcome the fall as he spurs you on.

your cries pierce the room and he’s hugging your lower back in a vice grip while he fucks you into senselessness. another unpredicted shower. you drip down his legs and want to apologize, but his awe and praise shut you off.

can’t believe this is all for me

ruben nestles your body to the sofa and joins you, pulling you face to face. well, face to mask. his eyes look so dark behind them as he drinks you in. mouthful gulps until you’re dripping down his chin.

you grab his jaw and kiss him as he sheaths himself in you again. the leg you have draping over his hips tugs him closer, opening you up some more too. ruben grabs your ass and spreads you out more so.

“yes…nice and deep.” your eyes cross.

“want me to cum, hm?” he tucks himself as far as possible. “right here at the back of your pretty cunt?”

all you can do is groan and nod furiously. if you could speak, though, you would say please, please fill me up. make it yours over and over again, please, i need to feel your warm cum in me.

ruben gets the message. he can see it in the way your eyes glaze over and your back bows into his palm. the way your bottom lips quivers and your grow several degrees warmer, steaming up his flesh as you squeeze and squeeze…

until he’s making good on his promise and shooting all the possible little additions to the diaz clan up your stream. you suck them in, hoping it’s helping and not hurting their efforts, but delighting in the feeling anyway.

ruben hums and lazily strokes into you. having had enough of the mask, you reach up and remove it, fluffing out his messy hair on the way down. his eyes are droopy as he stares at you.

“was that okay? are you alright?” he blinks slowly.

you grin with a light laugh, “i’m so good right now. you were incredible.”

his thumb strokes your cheek, “you’re so perfect.”

that’s one thing you’re never gonna argue with. you lay there for not too long before both drifting asleep in the same position. and when you wake up in a few hours, you meet him stiff and you’re ready to go all over again.

[melodygatesauthor]

Do you have any headcannons for how the moon boys would react to the reader being upset and jealous maybe because someone flirted with them?

Nonnie, of course I do, oof, I'm just imagining someone trying to flirt with MY BOYS. Lord help them lol.

NSFW below the cut

Word Count: 477

Steven

If you see someone flirting with Steven, you cut him a huge break. He's not the most perceptive to flirtatious advances.

That doesn't stop you from feeling a little upset.

"Love, what's wrong? You look upset?" He says after the person leaves.

"Steven, they were flirting with you." You point out to him.

"No they weren't"

You let it go but you spend the rest of the day a little aggravated. Wondering if you hadn’t been there what would’ve happened.

Steven that night is kissing you and noticing the change in your usually enthusiastic movements.

“Alright, I’ve had enough.” He says, using his strength to flip you over onto your stomach. Leaning over with his cock at your entrance and chest against your spine he whispers, “gonna show you that you’re the only one f'me, love.”

Marc

Marc’s not as oblivious to the flirting as Steven, but he does try to play it off like it's nothing when he sees how upset you are.

"Baby, you don't need to worry, I'm not interested in anyone else." He's trying to be reassuring, but you're still upset that Marc chuckled and something they said.

You spend the day a little put off, but trying to keep your attitude up for Marc's benefit.

Marc isn't used to being the more positive one, so this is new territory for him, and he isn't sure what to do.

"Baby, what can I do to make it better?" He asks, hoping there's a magic cure-all to help.

You aren't sure, but when he's knelt down in front of the mirror with you sitting on his lap, cock sheathed deep in your wet cunt, you're having a hard time staying mad.

"Look at yourself baby, look how pretty you are, you think I care about anything else when I've got you? Just look at you."

Jake

You don't have to worry with Jake, and yet you do. He's a natural flirt, and when you see him wink at another person you nearly choke.

Jake doesn't beat around the bush, so when he sees you upset, he's already demanding to know why.

"Tell me, hermosa, why are you pouting?"

When you continue to pout, Jake smirks, thinking it's amusing. You promptly tell him how unamused you are.

"We will see how long that attitude lasts when I get you home, bebita."

Your attitude doesn't last long.

Jake has you tied up to the bedframe while he edges you.

"Jake please, I need to come, please." You're begging, tears streaming down your face.

"Tell me what has you all worked up then, it's not hard."

He's running his gloved finger up and down your slit, teasing you.

"You winked at that other person." You finally admit.

He lets out a chuckle, "my jealous little bebita. Don't worry, no one can handle me like you can."

Moon Knight Masterlist

[kitstoleurjob]

Day 6. Cuddles (lee!Mishima ler!Joker)

Mishima X Joker Meant to be read as romantic

Side Note: LET ME BE SELF INDULGENT please. Also I personally prefer Akira over Ren so I'll be referring to Joker as that. Anyways I'm Yuuki Mishima's #1 fan and uhhhh I push these two together like Barbie dolls. So uh Happy Tickletober!!!

THIS IS A SFW TICKLE FIC!!!

"Mishima, you've been on the Phansite all day. Come and just chill for a bit." Akira patted the spot next to him on his bed, motioning for Mishima to sit down. The other had been hunched over the stair railing for about an hour and a half now, filtering through comments on his forum.

"I will..! Just, give me a second. There's been these annoying trollers all day and they just won't quit it. Like seriously, give it a rest! Although they underestimate my devotion to the Phansite." Mishima explained, continuing to fuss over his forum. After a couple minutes though, he decided to take a short break and wandered over to Akira, flopping down on top of him instead of next on the bed, earning a small 'oof'.

"Oh- uh, this works too." Akira shrugged, readjusting him and his partner into a comfortable position. He wrapped his arms around Mishima's torso, along with intertwining their legs. "You comfy?"

"Mhm..." Mishima nodded, holding Akira's arms with his own. A few minutes later, however, he was back on his phone continuing his moderating duties, much to Akira's dismay.

"Really? Y'know I'm sure the Phansite can wait, Mishima... Take a break from it, just relax." Akira insisted, worried about his boyfriend. The teen had mentioned to him in passing about how he's been losing more and more sleep fretting over the community he made.

"I wish I could, really! And things are calming down again..! Just, give me a few more minutes, okay?" Mishima stressed, typing away hurriedly on his phone.

"No, Mishima. C'mon, you need a break, okay?" Akira pled, trying to nudge the phone out of Mishima's hand. In the process of doing this, however, he accidentally pressed into Mishima's stomach, causing the boy to giggle. "Oh~? I didn't know you were ticklish." He let out an amused huff.

"Ehe- well I didn't think that was something you needed to know..! Just- just uh- give me another minute, okay!" Mishima begged, trying to get out a couple more messages.

"Hmm..... nope! I say it's break time. The online world can wait." Akira winked, even though he knew Mishima couldn't see his face. Without any further notice, Akira pulled Mishima closer to him, who let out a small surprised squeak. He squeezed Mishima's sides, causing the other boy to let out what could probably classified as the cutest giggles on earth.

"Gah- nohohohohoho! Wahahahait!" Mishima shook his head wildly, trying to kick his legs out. His hands, however, were still gripped to his phone, shakily typing.

"Oh no no no~ Break time, love~" Akira gently pushed the phone out of Mishima's hand, it gently plopping to the floor. "There we go. Rest your eyes." He gave Mishima a small kiss on the forehead before resuming his attack.

"Ahahahahakira! Nahahaha! Ihihit tihihickles!" Mishima giggled, pushing himself against his boyfriend.

"Aww, I know it does~ Here, how about this? You stop worrying about the Phansite for the night, and I'll stop, m'kay?" Akira tried to persuade. Unfortunately he wasn't very successful, since Mishima was trying to reach down off the bed for his phone. "Well, you asked for it." He pulled a fake evil chuckle before drilling his thumbs into Mishima's hips.

"WhahahAHAHAHAT? NAHAHAHAH AHAHAKIRA! IHIHIHI'M SORRY! I'LL TAHAHAKE A BREHEAK JUHUST NOT THEHEHERE!" Mishima shrieked, bucking in Akira's hold. Thankfully for him, though, Akira's hands slowed down to a stop. He sucked in a couple breaths before flipping over, pressing his head against Akira's chest.

Akira rubbed Mishima's back as the other hummed contently. "It's already pretty late, y'know. You need me to walk you to the train station?" Akira asked, but he got no response. He looked down at Mishima to see the other teen fast asleep.

He chuckled, reaching over Mishima to grab his phone and plug it in before pulling a blanket over the two of them, drifting off to sleep.

[lambilegs]

gkafhjb bro help i c an't get the thought of lee calming you down while you're in the beginning stages of a panic attack (chewing a hole through your bottom lip, tearing your cuticles to shreds, gripping your fists together so hard that there are semi-permanent crescents engraved into your palm).

she catches you zoning out in the kitchen, palms open and leaning against the countertop while you stare at the backsplash with furrowed brows.

and she's hesitant because you could just be thinking. but then your fists clench and she finds herself moving before she has time to doubt herself.

she slips behind you and slides her hands over your fists as you instinctively relax at the feeling of her pressing you close to the counter, wrapping you in the safety of her presence.

"here, let me hold that for you." she whispers, strong fingers tracing between your knuckles as you slowly open your palms and flip them over to thread your fingers with hers.

her hands are bigger and callused from years of training at the academy. they fit against yours perfectly, waffled together gently against the countertop as you feel her solid form press against your back.

"breathe." her tone is a flat, gentle command that you can't help but follow.

in, out, in, out.

[lmao i hope this isn't overstepping; ur writing has simply moved me to breaking a years-long block and i no longer keep a well-updated account so i figured i'd just share this with you :')]

DUDE THIS WAS SO GOOD??? OH MY HEART, THIS WAS SO TENDER AND SWEET. like, oof, first off, the details of the panic attack? I love bodily descriptions that convey an emotion so well, and you did that spectacularly.

and lee noticing all the details of lee's body language? AHHH I WILL WAIL IT'S SOOOO GOOD. like, it's so accurate to her, you know? with how observant she is. and I think it's such a beautiful, quiet form of loving that's so in tune with her character. like that quote from ladybird, something like, "maybe love and attention are the same thing."

DUDE. DUDEEEE. I CAN'T EVEN EXAGGERATE, THE PART WITH HER HOLDING READER'S HANDS HAD MY STOMACH FLIPPING AND I ACTUALLY BROUGHT MY HAND TO MY MOUTH. UGHHH, IT'S SO TENDER AND CARING AND AFFECTIONATE, AND THE DESCRIPTIONS OF HER HANDS AND HOW STRONG THEY ARE WHILE ALSO SO SWEETLY CRADLING YOURS??? SO BEAUTIFUL, SO LOVELY.

and the details you added into her touching reader make the scene SO intimate and really bring it to life as being this silent pouring of love through touch, and wow, yeah, it's just absolutely lovely. like, I am going to reread the hell out of this, because it just evokes such a warm feeling of safety, but also makes me feel excited because the details have me so immersed since it paints such a vivid image of lee's body and her touch.

OMGGG no, this is not overstepping at ALL!! I am totally open to receiving pieces of writing from other people whenever, wherever -- if anything, I'm so honoured that you trusted me and my account enough to send it to me :") and thank you so much, wow, I'm so touched that my work evoked such a beautiful piece of writing from you -- like, truly, it's so good. if you ever debate making an account for writing, I think you'd do amazing. you write lee super well, and this entire blurb was so so great, I'm obsessed

[obsolete-stars-if]

There are so many things I do instead of writing on my own game. And one of it includes NSFW FF for @pressplay-if

BCS I haven't bitten you today yet. (Yes it's shortly past midnight, get over it, I'm at work and I'm having so many thinkerings about Lincoln.)

Written with m Lin and TM MC in mind. I will only ever write TM MC. You can't stop me.

This is smut, so I will moderate heavily on it. Also mention of self harm scars.

Lincoln makes an audible "oof" as he falls onto the mattress, and your body follows him on top. Well, technically he has been pulling you with him onto the mattress, not that you're too annoyed by it, but landing on his stomach wasn't as soft as the TV Shows and movies always made it out to be.

You pull yourself up into a sitting position, your hair cascading down, he watches it intently. Both hands are placed on the mattress next to him. "Now what?" You ask.

It's not that you didn't have a handful of extremely awkward sexual encounters before, or that you had never thought of being on top of another person. There tends to be one really important logistical error on those fantasies. You're honestly lazy and sex has never been a motivator on your end.

"Do whatever you want to me." Lincoln answers, his words hasty, as his hands reach your legs, slowly caressing them, until they stop at your hips. His eyes flicker down to his hands and then back up.

You cock your head, looking over his face. Sure, he seems to be happy with whatever you will do. You could ask him to flip you over and go crazy until he's satisfied. You could probably slap his face and he'd thank you for it. It's not that you don't care which one, but both ends sound fine to you. "I do really well with instructions, Lin."

"O-oh." He looks away, for a moment, flushing cheeks, he turns back to you, rather determined, he gives you an instruction. "Hurt me."

"Okay, I can do that." You finally lean back and shift your entire weight on his hips. If Lin had been older, you wouldn't do that, but you can make him sore without much moving. He wants to be hurt? He picked a great person to do that.

His fingers hold onto your hip, biting his lip for just a moment- He thinks you're going to chicken out. You give him a smile and reach for the hem of your T Shirt, it's enough to keep him entertained, while you take a look around his bedroom.

"You're rich." You finally remark. His fingers glide to join yours, but as they touch you scratch him, a gasp escapes him and he retreats his hands to your hip. "You could have anyone, really. It's not like anyone would say no. Not with the amount of money you have."

Lin answers quickly, "I don't want anyone, I want-"

"Me." You interrupt him. "You want me. You want someone who hurts you, defies you, takes away. And I know why it has to be me." You take your time taking your shirt off. It doesn't have to be sexy, or hot. He wants you, for what you are. You let him look you up and down. His eyes are halting first at your chest, you have forgotten how intimidating the mastectomy scars can look to someone who hasn't seen them before. His eyes widen and it slowly clicks in his brain. Instinctually, his eyes wander to your crotch, you know the kind of questions he has.

You answer none, instead you let your hands travel below his shirt as you carefully rock back and forth. It takes a moment, a good moment where his eyes flutter shut, and you can hear him suppress a moan in the back of his throat. But eventually he lays eyes on your hands, and subsequently, your wrists.

"There is a pain inside you, that no one was able to take care of. And it resonates with the pain I sing about." You hum some lyric before continuing, "Maybe you're jealous, or just a coward."

You brace yourself when suddenly his hips roll against yours. There goes your pretty speech, you were so ready to degrade him for connecting to your music while having none of your struggles. You're sure if you talk now, moans and stutters would escape you. You suddenly feel much more aware of yourself, grinding against him, technically being the least clothed person in the room. And how hot your face is getting.

A shaky breath escapes you as you push your hair behind your ear. You then dig your nails into his side, trying to find steady ground in him, but Lincoln offers none. "Fuck you," you breathe, "I was going to- ah-" you bite your tongue to keep yourself quiet.

Your muscles feel tight, like they are begging to be fed, and they only desire one thing. You want to give into it, as he pulls and pushes your hips against his. "Call you pathetic." You try to breathe, "For wanting me." There is an urge inside you to crawl inside him, to enjoy the warmth of his body. You claw at his stomach. Your fingernails are digging into the skin before quickly pulling them across his skin, leaving deep red marks on him.

He lets out a shaky moan, and it feeds the need inside you. Lin is so stupid for making you need him, want him, for filling the emptiness inside of you, and a part of you wants to strangle him. Instead you both stop at the sound of your hand connecting to his cheek. A red spot forms on his face and you reach out, wide eyed, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that and-"

"Do that again."

You blink, voice quieter now, "What?"

He lets out another shaky breath before finding your line of sight, "Hit me again." You open your mouth to answer and close it shut again. You had partners who liked being scratched and bitten- but hit? "That's an instruction." He adds.

"Okay." You nod, but first your hand cups his face, your fingers caressing the red spot. You make sure to hit the spot again, the red deepening quickly, a few times more and you're sure it'll bruise. You watch as Lincolns chest rises quickly, his head pushed into the mattress. And it finally clicks for you. Hurt him.

"You're getting off on this." You say, sounding a bit too excited, "You really meant it. To hurt you. Physically." You grasp his hand and pull it closer to your face, "You're going to let me do anything."

He nods eagerly, "Anything, really- Just hurt me." You grin not unlike a child, toothy and way too wide. You bring his wrist to your mouth and bite down.

Lincolns gasp and cry of pain fills your insides. You hold eye contact until he bleeds, and then you lick it up from his arm. Something carnal has been awakened, and you find yourself bitting, hitting, grinding, scratching, whatever you can do. His body is like one of those dolls you used to have, all easy to push around, manipulate, and destroy.

You wouldn't kill him, no. You're not that unhinged. But he opened up an opportunity you hadn't before in sex, to do what you want, to let your instincts and impulses take over. You don't even need to think. All you need is to take him, consume him, hurt him. And you have an appetite.

[countlessrealities]

{ @creationtainted - from HERE }

Oof. Adam, hanging upside down over the edge of his bed, has a look on his face as they sit there in radio silence. Unsure of how to break it himself, given what uncharted territory the call itself is. He'd been hesitant to pick it up to begin with, but the fact that it was just silence and soft breathing made it weird.

Should... he hang up? He pulls the phone away from his ear and glances at the screen to check to make sure the call's still connected. It's just as he brings it back that Vaggie finally decides to, thankfully, break the silence.

"—Are we on gossip terms now? That's kinda hilarious in and of itself. You called me up just to dish?" Ignoring the fact that he probably would've been his last choice had she been able to talk to someone close by. That was totally worth the wait.

"Alright, alright, hang on, let me, like, get into place here." In this case, that literally just means flipping onto his stomach and propping his head up in one hand. Much more comfortable to listen to Vaggie's apparent descent into madness. "Okay. Lay it on me, Regina."

Vaggie scowls even if she knows that Adam can't see her. She is sure that he will know that she is from her tone anyway.

"So, what if I did?" She claims in a heated, stubborn tone. She doesn't have many other choices if not owning up to it and she's going to do it properly. "Stop sucking your own dick for five seconds, Flop-head. It's not a big deal."

But it sort of is, isn't it? Even if he is pretty much her last resort.

With a huff, the former Exorcist rolls on her back, long air spread all around her on her and Charlie's bed. Is this what they have become? A clichéd media reference.

It should feel wrong. It should be annoying as hell. It's not.

"I thought I was going mad...and maybe I am, but..." She starts, her voice trailing off for a moment. "You know how Mr. Edgelord's whole deal is 'modern tech sucks, vade retro', you hideous thing'?"

Yes, she's using Adam's dumb nickname for Alastor. So what?

"Well, I walked past one of the lounging rooms earlier and he was watching fucking television. It's just...I almost lost my shit."

[ask-the-badman]

"There ya go, easy boy..." and what a weight he was against her, it's like he weighed double as a sick man. Even with just half his weight on her, it was almost like being crushed. But she wasn't complaining either— the weight of a man, sick or in health was a welcomed one. Especially with his face nuzzling into her inviting and warm bosom, arms wrapped around her.

She may as well have felt like a stuffed animal, torn between that and some shit for semblance of a mommy.

"Sure you can't smell much either," she wanted to make a joke and say that not he could very well to begin with, with how his shack is always in a funk... but the man tracks humans for sport. Smells them like he's a damn bloodhound. "Actually," she turns to look down at him with interest, "I wonder how much you can still smell," a laugh.

But damn, was he ever warm... warmer. Just having his head in her tits made her feel like they'd melt off.

"It's like curling up with a hot slab of concrete," she sighed, still helping him nurse from the booze bottle, fingering his hair. "Yknow, I bet I could offer you something better to drink."

( I died again too. Caught a nasty virus and wiped me out for a good couple of weeks! And then slid right into that time of the month before I've even made a full recovery. What bullshit.

You say only February, but January lasted a solid 3 months for me, I swear. I'm celebrating February! So sorry to hear about your hospital visit, though. But I'm so glad it helped you and you can start to actually feel better now! I know my belly is still doing flips and flops, but I'm so relieved the worst of it is over. Still, I wish I'd just stop generally feeling like I've got an upset stomach.

However, still hankering for new family cosmetics... I've been too sick to play recently, yet again... but I can't say I'm a big fan of the new bubba skin. But tbf, it feels like he only gets one skin drop a year. Family cosmetics take too damn long for it to just be a simple recolor / redesign for 3 dollars... I need them to start making literal recolour packs of the same skin like victims get because what the heck. I need more. MORE. Give us like a signature cosmetic and like a recolour drop because I can't stand waiting months for another bad Sissy skin. And Johnny's only had his button up... or maybe they should start selling family packs so we get something new for everyone at once. I'm thirsty for content like you wouldn't believe. )

Johnny made a grumpy huffing sound from around the bottle while turning his weary attention up at her, sniffling some. The sound thick and noisy, clearly clogged up with gunk but somehow getting some of it to clear. Not a lot, but enough to catch the scent of the booze he was drinking down and whatever fragrance the woman babying him was wearing.

He hummed again, certainly feeling like a hot slab of something while sweating through his shirt. His hair damp at the back of his neck and around his temples from the heat of his fever, but nothing a cold beer couldn't, slightly, sooth.

At the offering of 'something else', he crooked a curious brow, still drinking down the last remnants of the beer before pulling away with a lick of his lips to ask, "Oh yeah? An' what might that be?"

He returned his cheek to her breast, enjoying the squish of it against his faintly stubbled jaw and how much cooler she felt to his heated skin. His arms readjusting to cling and hold around her, practically using her like a plush stuffed animal.

(Oh oof... that's rough. I'm sorry that's happened to you, just feels like this year is out to get us with the way things are going but things should be looking up soon. Hope you get better, I'm mostly okay. Still sore from it all..

God please... More skins or even just recolors would be glorious. Also agree, wasn't fond of the remake of TCM or its Bubba, but I would take DivaFace from TCM4 Next Generation, he needs to slay. I know I have my BADMAN Johnny mod but if they dropped a normal recolour of his Razor Sharp in pink or even black, that would be amazing. But yes... Gun plz, more Family content. I will drop so much money...)

[membermentmania]

August 10th, 7:37-10:19pm

She sent a quick text to Wendy when she finally made it onto her block. Wendy met her at the front door, allowing her to quietly slip inside. They silently went up to Wendy’s room. The second Wendy closed the door behind them, Wendy pulled Tammy into a hug. Tammy collided into Wendy with a quiet ‘oof’ before hesitantly wrapping her arms around her. They didn’t hug each other very often. The only times Wendy was really affectionate with her was when Tammy was seriously injured. It was jarring, but not at all unwelcome. “Are you okay?” 

“Are you?” 

“I’m not sure,” Tammy murmured. 

“I’m not alright,” Wendy responded shakily.

“Talk to me.” She was met with an eerie silence. “Wendy.” 

“What happened last night?” 

“What happened yesterday?” 

Wendy stiffened in her arms. “We told you guys what happened.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I can’t tell you.” 

“Why?” 

“I’m afraid if we tell anyone we’re just gonna lose them.” It was so quiet. Broken. 

Tammy tightened her arms around Wendy. “You saw something, didn’t you?” Wendy nodded against her. “Something that didn’t make sense,” she tried. 

“What do you know?” 

“They corrupted, didn’t they?” 

Wendy pulled back, looking at her fiercely. “How do you know that?” 

“Red knows. She told me what happens when we corrupt.” 

“When?” 

“Last night. And then I had to hold her down while I purified her.” 

Wendy’s eyes widened. “Please tell me what exactly happened last night.” 

Tammy hesitantly walked over to her bed and took a seat. “It might help fill in some blanks, but it’s a lot.” 

Wendy took a seat next to her. “Okay.” 

Tammy proceeded to tell her about what happened the night prior. In exchange, Wendy offered Tammy exactly what she saw earlier that day. The two were both confused. If Wendy was reccounting correctly, they witnessed Tweek and Craig transforming into angels. But someone had to have seen Craig in the days before that. There was no way he could’ve turned into a mod without anyone even noticing. It didn’t make any sense. 

When Wendy started to cry, Tammy was quick to pull her against her. “Hey, it’s gonna be alright.” 

“Is it?” 

She ran a gentle hand through Wendy’s hair. “We’re gonna figure this out. And then we’ll deal with it.” She combed her fingers through half of Wendy’s hair before sectioning it. 

A shaky laugh bubbled out of Wendy. “What are you doing?” 

“Braiding your hair,” she murmured. 

“Why?”

“Because this is what gal pals are supposed to do and I’m trying to distract you.” 

Wendy breathed out a laugh. “You don’t seem like you’d be good at braiding hair.” 

“I’m probably not. I can barely see what I’m doing.” Wendy leaned into her the tiniest bit more, giving her a better view. Her stomach flipped. “Thanks,” she muttered. 

“Can I braid yours after?” Wendy whispered.

Tammy laughed quietly. “I don’t think I'd look too good with my hair braided.” 

“You always look good.” 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me, Testaburger,” she teased. 

“Shut up, tumor,” she muttered. “Let me do your hair.” 

“But braids look so weird on me,” Tammy protested. 

“Fine. Let me do your roots then.” 

Tammy let out a quiet gasp, feigning offense. “Are you saying my hair is grown out?” 

“Mhm. I have a box of dye here we can use.” 

Tammy laughed. “Really?” 

“I mean, you kinda do suck at doing the back.” 

Tammy fumbled slightly with the hair tie around her wrist and she finished up Wendy’s braid. “That’s why Marj and Bebe always do it,” she muttered. 

“I’ll do it for you.” 

“Okay.” 

Tammy was happy to spend nearly the entire day with Wendy engaging in near mindless distractions from what life had to offer them, despite having not slept at all. Wendy dyed her hair before they crawled into her bed and watched a movie, quietly engaging in random gossip that meant absolutely nothing to either of them. It meant so much to Tammy. She remembered a point when all she really wanted was a best friend like this. It wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t need to be. 

But she also knew they couldn’t just stay in their tiny little bubble they’d managed to create. They needed answers. There had to be something. There was no way they couldn’t fight the storm. There was no way the only thing fate had to offer magical girls was going through a merciless cycle. And if this was it for them, they’d go down kicking, screaming, clawing, and biting. They would take the storm with them. 

It was getting late. She felt like her brain was turning into a fried egg. She looked over and tentatively reached a hand out, brushing it against the side of Wendy’s cheek. Wendy looked at her with a small smile. “What’s up?” she murmured. 

The action caught up with Tammy. She wanted to get her attention, but now Tammy felt like there was a huge spotlight on her. She retracted her hand, trying not to get too caught up in the undeniable butterflies she was feeling. “I gotta bounce,” she said quietly. “I haven’t slept in like…” she took a peek at her phone. “Yeah, like 31 hours.” 

A laugh bubbled out of Wendy. “You could’ve slept here.” 

“I wanted to hang out with you.” 

Wendy playfully rolled her eyes. “Text me when you get home safe, okay?”

“Whatever you say, emo.” 

“Night, concussion-queen.” 

Tammy laughed quietly as she slipped out of her bed. She silently made her way down the stairs and into the night. She took a deep breath as she started walking towards her house. She stepped inside, ignoring her parents yelling and went straight up to her room. After using a purifier, she did what she was determined to do since she’d left Bebe’s house. 

Tammy Warner: I want to talk to you. 

Tammy Warner: In person. 

Dovakien: Where? 

A chill ran down Clyde’s spine when his phone buzzed in rapid succession. He hesitantly picked it up from next to him. He had a feeling he knew exactly what it was. Just another thing to further send everyone spiraling. He didn’t want to look but he had to know. 

Brimmy: Hello, Clyde.

Brimmy: I have been trying to respect that you guys cut contact, despite the fact that that is so completely against the rules, but things are getting dire. If things don’t change soon, your entire group is going to fall. 

Clyde’s stomach churned painfully as fresh tears started to slip out. This was a cruel trick. Mods had to be evil. There had to be a clear bad guy and it couldn’t just be Leslie. 

Clyde Donovan: Fuck you

Clyde Donovan: Not falling for it

Before he could even lock his phone, an answer appeared. 

Brimmy: Clyde, you’re the only person I can trust to not shoot me upon arrival. There are things you guys need to know. Losing Tweek, Craig, and Stan was a major loss. Emotionally, I can’t imagine what you guys are going through, but at this point, you will lose the war. Please let me help you guys. 

Clyde Donovan: You want to help us? 

He was taken aback. This was a trick. This was a lie and Clyde was stupid enough to get his hopes up while he quietly sobbed. The previous messages disappeared as if they were never there. 

Brimmy: It’s not safe to discuss anything on here. 

Brimmy: I’m going to approach you. Please do not try to kill me upon arrival. I truly mean you and your group no harm. 

The second Clyde read them, they disappeared. He locked his phone and curled in on himself. He was probably going to die. Tweek, Craig, and Stan died. Heidi was probably dead. They were all much stronger than him. It didn’t make sense that he was still alive. 

“Clyde.” 

His hands ran up to through his hair as more tears poured out. He was gonna lose it just like Craig did. That was Stan’s voice. They were all gonna die. He was gonna be next. 

“Clyde.” 

He shook his head. “Go away,” he sobbed. 

He let out a scream of pure terror when something grabbed his wrist. Hallucinations weren’t supposed to be able to touch you. He shot upwards into a seated position, eyes widening in horror when he saw Stan holding a purifier to his wrist. “You need to calm down.” 

“STAN?!” 

Stan’s face remained unmoving. Stoic. It reminded him of Craig. But he was gray. Everything about him was black, white, or everything in between. He needed to get a grip. He was obviously losing it. “I’m not…” He frowned slightly. “Right. No. I’m Brimmy.” 

He jerked away like the imposter in front of him was on fire. “WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE HIM?!” 

“Calm down.” 

“NO! YOU STOLE HIS FACE! IS THAT HOW HE-” 

“Clyde, seriously. Chill out. I just look like Stan. I didn’t take his face. This is my face.” 

“NO! NO! YOU CAN’T-” 

He felt like he was going into shock when he registered the hard slap across his face. “You need to breathe,” he said calmly. 

He took a shaky deep breath, looking at Brimmy. He blinked a few times. This was not Stan. There were a few differences. But upon first glance, he was sure that was Stan. “That’s fucking scary,” he breathed out. 

“If I had the ability to change my face, I would’ve,” he muttered. “Sorry for scaring you. I didn’t mean to make you worse.” 

A bitter laugh came from him. “Cut the shit. If you’re here to kill me, just do it.” 

Brimmy looked unimpressed. “Did you not read my messages?” 

“I don’t believe you. It’s a trick. You’re gonna lull me into a false sense of security, because I’m the stupid one, and then you’re gonna kill and me and laugh!” 

Brimmy took a frustrated deep breath. “I am not trying to lull you into anything. You should be freaked out. I chose you because if I chose Kenny or Kyle, they wouldn’t hesitate to kill me. You were my best bet.” 

“Why didn’t you choose one of the girls?” 

“I don’t have contracts with them. I can’t see where they are or communicate with them unless I’m invited in. Also, I’m certain they would probably be more in line with Kenny and Kyle at the moment.” 

“But Bebe loves her mod!” 

“The last time I spoke with Dovakien, he said they were all losing touch. You were quite literally my best, and safest bet.” 

“So you wouldn't have chosen me if there was a better offer?” It was a stupid, very childish, extremely irrelevant question to ask. But now Clyde was just feeling combative.

“I think it’s very clear I would’ve chosen the best option, given the severity of the situation. Frankly, I figured I would be having this talk with Craig.” 

“Well I’m sorry but Craig can’t fucking come to the phone right now!” Clyde yelled, sob cutting through him. He didn’t stop glaring at Brimmy as little hiccups cut him off. 

Brimmy made a face. Clyde vaguely registered it as regret. Guilt, maybe? “I apologize. That was a cruel thing to say. I forget, sometimes.” He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry for your loss. Truly.” Clyde just nodded slowly. “But I need you to get the others together. Everyone. With Tweek and Craig’s deaths, Leslie has written your entire group off as dead. She is no longer listening. You can still take her down. But you guys need information. Information that I have. So I need to speak with all of you.” 

“You’re not going to kill all of us once we’re in the same room?” 

“Kenny would be able to kill me ten times over before I got a hand on any of you.” 

“Okay,” he breathed out. “What do I do?” 

“I need you to call Kenny. Get everyone together but Bebe Stevens. If Marjorine has to be excluded, so be it. But if Bebe Stevens hears part of this conversation, she will fall. I am certain of it.” 

He nodded slowly. A shaky hand picked up his phonee. He kept his eyes on Brimmy as he let muscle memory take over, turning on his microphone access. He glanced over as he swiped up back to his homescreen and clicked on the little shortcut icon. Gentle trills started and he raised the phone to his ear. “Hi, Clyde,” Kenny greeted tiredly.

Clyde’s stomach twisted. He sounded so exhausted. So sad. “I have to tell you something that may be very upsetting,” he said nervously. 

There was a small sigh. “That’s okay. I’ll be okay. You can tell me anything, remember?”

“I’m with Brimmy.” 

A chill ran down his spine when he heard nothing but the keypad on Kenny’s safe. “Where are you?” 

“I’m not gonna tell you if you’re gonna shoot him.” 

“Clyde, I have your location.” There was a pause. “I’m on my way.” 

“Kenny! Slow down.” 

There was a long pause. “What?” 

“Brimmy has information for us that’s really important. He’s not hurting me. He just kinda saved me.” Clyde gave Brimmy a small not in acknowledgement. It just dawned on him that Brimmy actually purified him when he first got here. 

“Okay…” There was a deep breath. “Clyde, what the fuck.” He sounded more frustrated than anything, which Clyde silently took as a win. Kenny wasn’t freaking out. He was just rightfully confused and annoyed. Clyde could work with that. 

“Alright, long story short. We need to have a meeting. Kyle, Wendy, Tam, Marj if possible, and you and me obviously.” 

“Why not Bebe?” 

Clyde looked at Brimmy for help. “You can tell him what I told you.” 

“What did he tell you?” Kenny asked. 

Clyde made a face. “Bebe can’t have access to the specific information he has.” 

“Why?” 

Brimmy just said she’d die. But that wasn’t exactly something Clyde felt like he could just say. He held up his wrist and shot Brimmy a questioning look. Brimmy nodded. “He think’s that’ll push her over the edge. We can’t lose anymore people.” 

Kenny breathed out a sigh. “Let me see what I can do about Marj. No promises though. 

[maxxhasfeelingsapparently]

I had a heavy realization the other day about what love is to me. There are the typical kinda of love for family, friends, and basic humanity right, and then there's "romantic" (this is in quotation marks because I'd genuinely only thought I felt this before a few days ago when I really, genuinely felt it.) Oof this is gonna be long.

I'm going to do my best to make this not about her, but an assessment of my feelings. I have generalized anxiety, so it can be hard to tell where the nervous feeling in my stomach is coming from, but it was notably different this time. It wasn't so unpleasant as the usual churning and flipping of my stomach. Rather than an internal storm, the butterflies in my stomach gave the sensation of gentle fingers running over the surface of my skin and the goosebumps that come along with those.

I've known that people who are in love or going that direction seem obsessed/like their person is the only thing on their mind, and now I've finally understood why.

When I look at her, interact with her, hear her, my mind lights up. It's like all the lights in the house turn on and right now it feels novel because it's new but that sensation of my brain just going "!!!!" in regards to her is intoxicating. At this point it feels absurd that I would dream of not chasing that feeling when it is so readily available.

With that sensation in mind, it feels like it amplifies my focus, though not in any ways that are helpful in the day to day. (I still sadly cannot remember to wash my laundry until I've burned through every clean article of clothing 😅) My focus feels amplified on the things she likes, the songs she sings, the foods she leaves on her plate, whether she has things that make her life easier (think meds, water, food, work/school supplies), and so many more things. Maybe I'm focused on those things because my love language is gift giving, as I've learned with friends, but it feels more... "!!!!!"

I don't know I just feel... activated? In regards to her specifically. I feel more protective, attentive, careful, and peaceful. Usually my anxiety makes me so scared to interact with even my friends but with her, my amplified focus gives me the confidence to be able to relax and be myself and enjoy that she is being herself with me.

This has been my absolute best attempt to convey what romantic attraction feels like to me, which is so wild because I was beginning to wonder if I was aromantic? I'll be a bit sad that I've let that part of me go, as the aromatic community has been nothing but good to me and so, so supportive, but I think I'm also okay with this new reality that faces me. It seems fun too.

[supernaturalgirl20]

A/B/O

Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, fiery omega reader, being claimed, being chased through the forest and fucked, mating, cursing.

Your heart was beating fast against your chest as your feet carried you through the forest. The blood pulsing through your veins thrumming in your ears. A mixture of fear and arousal coursed through you as you put as much distance as you could between you and him.

This was a game. One you gladly accepted.

Tonight was the night he had vowed to take you, to claim you as his own. His omega. But you didn’t want to make it easy for him. You never made anything easy for him. It’s what he loved about you.

“I can smell you, baby. Better run faster if you really want a chase.” His voice echoes around the trees and sends a shiver down through your spine and straight to your aching cunt. Fuck that voice alone did things to you.

“What if I want you to catch me?” You shout in a teasing tone. His laugh sounds out throughout the forest and fuck, that sounds close. “Oh I’ll catch you alright. But I want to play with you first.”

You focus your wolf eyes in front of you and pick up the pace until you come to a clearing. Suddenly he’s all around you. His voice, his smell. You don’t know where he is, he’s moving so fast. Then you sprint, aiming for that old run down cabin you’d found months ago.

Almost there, you think to yourself and then the air is being pushed out of you as you hit the ground with a thud. “Oof,” you breathe out as a heavy weight lays atop you. “Got you”.

His cock is hard against your ass and you wiggle it a little, pushing it back onto him. He stutters a string of curses as he grips your hips tight. “You're playing a dangerous game baby,” he growls as he breathes in your scent. Turning your head sideways you smirk up at him. “I was from the moment you said run. Now you’ve claimed your prize, what are you going to do?”

He grinds himself into the cheeks of your ass as he groans into your neck. “Fuck, I’m gonna destroy you baby. Gonna finally claim you as mine.”

“Then get on with it.” You're mocking him now, trying to rile him up enough to just take you here and now with wild abandon. “You’ve got a mouth on you, baby. Maybe I should put it to work.”

“How about you put your money where your mouth is and fuck me like you promised.” He flips you over onto your back, his eyes glowing red under the moonlight. “Just remember baby, you asked for it,” he whispers into your ear before he rips off your clothes leaving you naked on the ground.

He barely lifts off you as he strips himself and then without warning, without getting you ready first, he thrusts into you filling you to the brim. “Oh fuck,” you rasp out, never having felt so full in all your life. Fuck you need him. More than you’ve ever needed anything else in your life and you want this man, this alpha to fucking claim you.

His pace is brutal as he fucks you into the dirt below you. Your cries of pleasure sounding out throughout the forest. No doubt attracting unwanted attention. “Fuck baby…so tight…so goddamn wet.”

You cling to his back, nails digging into his skin as he pounds into you. “Fuck,” he groans as he pulls out of you. You whisper at the loss but it isn’t for long. He flips you into your stomach and wraps his arm around your waist hauling your ass up to him. He runs his cock along your folds once before thrusting back in.

This time, he completely wrecks you as he fucks into you, face pushed into the dirt. “Oh fuck…yes Frankie just like that. Don’t stop…please don’t stop…”

“Ngh…fuck…so fucking perfect baby…made for me…this pussy is mine. Say it. Say it.”

“It’s yours. It's yours Frankie, all yours.” He slaps the cheek of your ass hard leaving a red mark. “Yeah it fucking is. Shit I’m almost there baby….need you to come on my cock before I claim you..” he reaches down and grabs a handful of hair in his hands before pulling you back into him. Back to chest.

His hand slips around your waist as he thrusts up into you, moving to grab at your breasts. “Yes,” you cry as you come hard, your cunt fluttering around his thick cock. He’s almost there, you can feel it. He kisses along your neck, his tongue licking the skin over your scent gland. “You gonna take my knot, little omega? Want me to fill you with my come and keep it inside you?”

“Yes,please alpha. Need you to fill me up.”

He stops and you growl in frustration as he moves you around to face him. He continues to fuck up into you, his heated gaze boring into you. Wanna mark each other at the same time baby.”

You nod in agreement and then he’s nuzzling your neck. You graze his gland with your teeth and then, “oh yes,” you cry as you come together. You remain straddling him as you both calm your breaths. His fingers brushed a strand of hair from your face. “My beautiful omega.”

“Yours.”

“Mine.”

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sweet solutions

Tamar Kir-Bataar x female reader

NSFW

A/N: I'm still new to writing these, but theres not a lot of Tamar Kir-Bataar fics anywhere so I figured I'd try my best :) I'd love any feedback.

Summary: You keep slipping your guards and Tamar comes up with a solution.

Warnings: Mentions of violence and slightly spicy content.

Word Count: 3.1k

You were sick of Nikolai’s hovering. Ever since the civil war ended and you returned home, he insisted on always having guards with you. The last straw was when he decided you needed two extra guards – even though there hadn’t been any assassination attempts in months, let alone on palace grounds. 

That night, you convinced a friend to tailor you, and snuck out your window with her at night, going to have a few drinks in one of the many taverns. Later, after she’d fixed your face, you stumbled back through your window, landing on the carpeted floor with an oof. You groaned and slowly pushed yourself up, just to see Tamar sitting on her bed.  

“Oh, you’re finally back”, she said. 

“Yes, why are you in my room?”. 

“Why do you think?” 

“You wanted to raid my closet” You answered, swaying back and forth with a cheeky smile. 

Tamar glared at her, and your mouth snapped shut – her gaze was furious.   

Tamar’s hands rubbed over her face, “I have eyes everywhere”, she said finally. “I haven’t told your brother yet but you’re getting reckless”. 

“Who gave you the right to spy on me?”

“Who gave you the right to sneak away in the middle of the night!”

“I didn’t need the right” you yelled, “I’m not some naive little girl”.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow”, Tamar said, she pulled you into a hug and kissed the top of your forehead. “Go to bed”. 

She headed out the door and you flipped her off behind her back. 

“I saw that”, she yelled out. You’d forgotten about the mirrors. 

You brushed your teeth, washed your face, threw your clothes off, not bothering to change into a nightgown, and collapsed on your bed into a restless sleep. You never could sleep well after drinking. 

-Break- 

You woke up to knocking on your door. 

“Go away” you yelled, pulling your pillow over your head. 

“I’m coming in”, you heard Tamar’s voice. 

She took one look at you sprawled out, half-naked, on your bed and threw a dressing gown at you. You caught it, sat up, and tied it around yourself. 

“You didn’t like the view?”, you said with a pout 

“Oh I liked it”, Tamar winked, “But it’s a bit distracting right now”. You rolled your eyes. 

You rubbed your temples, trying to ease the headache from your hangover. “Any chance you’ll help me with the headache”. 

“Nope. You earned that”. 

You groaned and threw a pillow at her, which she dodged before walking over to sit next to you on the couch. 

“I can get your brother to loosen up on the guards”, she said. 

It seemed too good to be true, you narrowed your eyes, “what’s the catch?” 

“I teach you how to fight”. 

You shuddered. You’d been able to draw with Tamar once. Just once. And you still considered that one of her biggest achievements. The girl was uncanny in a fight – silent and as cold as steel. She loved to tease and antagonize you too, or at least she used to. The two of you hadn’t sparred since Spinning Wheel. 

Your stomach dropped thinking of that place. You’d gone back once to visit with Nikolai and the twins after the war ended. Nikolai decided to permanently close the base, as a memorial. There were too many painful memories littering that large room, the halls, the four flights of stairs that were angels compared to the giant metal contraption Nikolai had rigged.

You’d barely survived the escape from Spinning Wheel, tagging along with a group of first army soldiers. You’d served in the first army as infantry – following in your brother's footsteps. Marksmanship was your best skill – and you could hit a target 500 feet away easily. It was pure luck you came across the Soldat Sol and Alina’s group a few days before the ambush. Luckily, they recognized you and you convinced them to let you join in on the ambush. 

“It’s my country too” you argued. You proved your skills with a rifle and they let you fight. Alina had argued against you going, but Tamar stood up for you. You’d grown closer since she’d decided to stay at the little palace. Neither of you had put an official label on what you had, but you both understood you were exclusive – Tamar had a jealous streak. Something you liked to tease her about, in good faith. Your brother liked to dangle the possibility of an engagement to you with influential nobles and foreigners as a bargaining tool. He knew not to cross the line and try and set up a real engagement, last time he brought up marriage you decked him in the face. His pride prevented him from getting the bruise healed. There was zero chance you’d end up with some grubby-handed noble, and your brother understood that. 

You came out of your daze, turning to look at Tamar 

“When do we start?”

“I have some things to do but I’ll find you mid-afternoon”. 

You nodded, “Alright”. 

Tamar gave you a quick kiss before you left. You caught yourself smiling for a few moments after she left, holding a hand up to your lips, 

“Pathetic” you mumbled under your breath. 

Tamar did find you later in the library, you were brushing up on some liturgical Ravkan. It was horribly dull but you wanted to keep up with your language studies. She laughed at your choice of reading and put the book aside before pulling you up out of your seat. You were excited about the lesson. 

“No weapons”, Tamar said, starting to off her axes, pistols, dagger, and all of the other weapons she carried on her at what seemed like all times. 

‘She probably sleeps with them’ you thought. 

You took out your pistol, pulled the daggers out of your boot, inside your shirt, and the ones tucked into your waistband. The war had left a sense of paranoia in you, and your weapons almost felt like a safety blanket. You felt a bit naked without them. 

“Your hair knife”, Tamar said with an amused expression 

“I almost forgot about that, thank you” You replied genuinely, and you had forgotten about it. It was a dull blade – it wouldn’t cut through your hair, but someone would feel it if you jammed it into their eyes. Once that was removed, you both took up your stances. Tamar tweaked your form, pushing your front elbow in slightly. 

You felt nerves trickle up into her, you’re a little rusty on hand-to-hand combat – and haven’t been practicing as much as you should’ve. Tamar leapt into action without warning – silent, cold, and deadly as always. Your nerves started to disappear as you dodged the first blow, and the second, the third landed and winded you a bit, but you aimed a knee right for Tamar’s stomach – and it hit before the other girl lifted your knee to push you right on your back. You wasted no time rolling to her feet, skipping the kick, and this time running straight towards her, you faked a blow to Tamar’s stomach and went straight for the headbutt, your forehead smashing into her nose. It was something of a classic move of yours. But, Tamar didn’t miss a beat. She took the chance to trip you, and fell on top of you, straddling your waist. When you kept trying to punch her, she pinned your wrists down to your side. 

Tamar was too strong for you to buck off with your hips, so you just squirmed as much as you could, bringing her leg up to push against a certain area … Tamar jumped in surprise and you took the chance to flip her over, you on top this time. She hesitated too long, and Tamar flipped you so your back was pressed against her chest, her legs locking yours down, and with you in a headlock. 

Tamar POV

Y/N did well in their first round. Tamar released her from the hold and stood up, offering the other girl a hand, she yanked her up, so her mouth was close to her ear. “Good one princess”, she said in a low tone. Her face flushed and she pushed Tamar away. Tamar loved teasing her, they’d grown closer since Tamar and Tolya decided to stay on with the King. Everyone knew they were together in some way, but the two of them hadn’t put a label on anything. 

“Again”, she said. 

They went another round. The fight lasted almost the same length, and Y/N was giving everything she had, Tamar didn’t hold back. It ended with Y/N on her back again, Tamar straddling her – carefully positioned so she couldn’t pull the same trick, although Tamar thought she really wouldn’t mind it. She shook that thought from her head before standing and offering another hand. She whispered in her ear again this time, 

“I think you can do better than that”. 

Tamar saw the fire build in Y/N’s eyes. The last round was a good one, Y/N’s movements were more aggressive, and she hesitated less – but she had some tells. She would give the smallest bounce before she made any move. Although she seemed on fire, Tamar could sense her growing tired. Y/N had landed awkwardly at some point, and even though she got back up – Tamar noticed her wincing and favoring her left shoulder. Tamar ended the fight quickly. 

She stood up again, on shaky legs, “another”. 

Tamar shook her head, “that’s enough for today”. 

“Come on, please”

“No”, Tamar gave Y/N a look that told her it was the end of the conversation. Y/N rolled her eyes but let Tamar wrap her arm around her waist and lead her back inside. She walked her to her doors, intending to say goodnight there but Y/N pulled her inside, closing the doors behind her. 

“Why haven’t you actually kissed me yet?” Y/N blurted out. They’d been flirting and dodging around each other for weeks. Tamar relished the stolen moments, small kisses, and general affection they had together but feared pushing anything too far. 

Tamar’s eyes raised, “Why haven’t you kissed me?” 

“Because I’ve been waiting on you”. 

Tamar reached for her, one arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her flush against her body – the other hand came up to fist the hair on the back of her head. The kiss wasn’t gentle, it was rough and full of passion. 

Y/N looked down at her clothes, “I need to change”. She walked off to the corner without another word and started stripping out of her clothes. She threw them into a corner before walking towards her bathroom, “feel free to join me”, she said turning back to look at Tamar, as she headed to fill up her bath. 

Y/N must have seen how Tamar’s jaw dropped through a mirror, she said “Close your mouth. You’ll catch flies”

Her mouth snapped shut, her cheeks flushing. Tamar wasn’t surprised often, but Y/N seemed to have a knack for it. 

“At least I’m not on duty tonight”, she thought to herself. Tamar wanted Y/N to be officially hers. They’d dodged around the conversation for a while, preferring to show each other how they felt through actions. They’d also avoided anything too intimate – holding hands, cuddling, and small kisses were about all they’d shared.  

She was lost in her thoughts for a few moments before she stripped and followed the princess into the bathroom. She admired her figure, lean muscle, with scars littering her arms and torso. A black sun tattoo stands out on her upper right shoulder. Tamar had given it to her the night before the ambush. She turned and caught sight of her rosy, pale nipples and forced herself to look Y/N in the eyes. 

Y/N  POV 

“Like what you see?” You asked with a flourish, filling the bath with hot, soapy water. You were pleasantly surprised Tamar had decided to follow her. It was your boldest move yet – and she was hoping it would pay off. 

“Yes, yes I do” Tamar’s eyes were roaming over her body, taking in every inch of her. You were doing the same, from the glint of muscle on her forearms to the perfect shape of her breasts, and the chiseled lines built into her stomach. 

You turned and climbed into the tub, waving Tamar over to follow you. The other girl rolled her eyes, it was a ridiculously oversized tub, ornate and ugly. You hated it and knew Tamar thought it was obscene. 

“This is the gaudiest tub I’ve ever seen”, you commented as she settled in the water. Tamar moved behind her, letting you rest up against her – she hummed in contentment. 

“Let me clean you up”, she said – Tamar reached for a rag and started dabbing at your split lip from training and scrubbed away the dirt you’d accumulated during the day. You turned around and returned the favor. You sat, enjoying each other’s presence, till the water started turning cold. Tamar climbed out first, lending you her hand, and grabbed two towels for both of you. 

You toweled yourself off, heading towards your wardrobe. You found a pair of comfortable loose black pants that looked like they could fit Tamar, and a rough spun top. You tossed them towards her and Tamar caught them gracefully, slipping on the clothes. 

You looked out the window, it was getting late – the sun had already set – and they’d missed dinner. Towel wrapped around you, you turned to Tamar, “will you spend the night with me?” you asked, a bit afraid of the answer. 

“If you want me to I will”. 

“But do you want to” You pushed 

“I do” Tamar smiled, she slipped around her and pulled out one of her old nightgowns she never uses anymore – 

“Here, I like this,” she said, you elbowed her but Tamar’s expression was serious. You sighed and dramatically rolled your eyes, 

“If you insist,” you said, quickly slipping it on. You grabbed a blue dressing gown and tied it around herself, “wait here”, she said, heading towards the doorway, “I’ll get us some dinner”. 

You took a secret passage out to the kitchens and saw Enya in there, cleaning up the last of dinner. 

“Any leftovers for me?” You asked

Enya jumped, “Quit scaring me”, she threw a towel at you. You ducked it and laughed. You’d grown up around Enya, and she was one of the few adults that didn’t treat her differently. 

“I’ll send you up a tray, now shoo,” she said. 

“Could it be two?” You asked. 

Enya hmphed but nodded, waving you away. 

You hurried back to her room as quickly as you could. You were happy Tamar was still inside, leaning back in an armchair, reading one of your books. She closed it as you entered the room. 

“What was that all about?” she asked. 

“Getting us some food” you smiled. 

“You could’ve rung for someone? That’s what your brother does”

“I like to visit Enya” 

“You know the kitchen staff?” Tamar asked, without a tone of surprise, more one of admiration 

“I did grow up here” you replied to her. 

You flopped down onto Tamar’s lap. “I hate these rooms” 

“Hm … why?” Tamar started kissing down her shoulder, biting gently near her neck as Y/N let out a small moan. 

“They’re too lonely”. 

Tamar stopped and turned her head to look at her. The other girl shrugged her shoulders and Tamar pulled her in for a kiss. 

“Move in with me”, she said without thinking. 

“I would in a heartbeat” 

“What would your brother say?” 

“Who cares”

“He is technically my employer” 

“He would never get rid of you” 

Tamar just hummed in reply. 

“Plus, he hasn’t quit telling me to make a move on you” 

Tamar leaned back to look at her, “Funny. Zoya’s been saying the same thing to me”. 

“Maybe we’re both just idiots”

“Just you, princess”. 

“Okay, humbug” 

“No”, Tamar started laughing

“Humbug” Y/N said in a sing-song voice. 

Tamar pinched her side, Y/N  squirmed in her lap, “Quit doing that”. 

Tamar whispered into her ear “Quit moving like that”. 

“Are you sure you want me to”, she answered, slightly breathless 

Then, a knock sounded on the door and you leapt up to answer it. You opened it and found two trays left on a table outside, ‘Enya must’ve told them to do that’, you thought. 

You smiled and brought the food in – it was your favorite type of meal. A bowl of some sort of stew, some bread, and grapes. You threw a grape at Tamar, who caught it in her mouth. 

You ate in silence; you didn’t realize how hungry you both were and devoured your food – it tasted like heaven. After you finished, you silently stood up to take the trays back outside the door. When you turned back around, you started to feel shy – and maybe a bit insecure. 

Tamar POV

As Y/N turned back to look at her, Tamar could see the hesitation on her face. She stood up to meet Y/N halfway, and pulled her into her arms, “are you sure you want me to stay?”

Y/N pulled her face back to look at Tamar, she leaned up on her toes and kissed her, “yes”, she said and kissed her again.  

Tamar grinned before picking her up and spinning her around. Y/N laughed, and it was a sweet sound. She picked her up, letting her wrap her legs around her waist, and carried her to the bed. They collapsed onto it together, a tangle of limbs and laughter.

“Can we just sleep?” Y/N asked, her voice quiet. 

“Of course, love,” Tamar said, she pulled the girl in closer, and let her cuddle up on her chest. She ran her fingers through her hair, and slowly fell asleep – listening to the sound of her heartbeat.

Y/N is an early riser like Tamar, she felt the other girl slip out of bed in the morning. She sat up to see Y/N standing next to one of the mirrors in the room, tilting her head to the side. Y/N slowly turned around, hands on her hips,

“TAMAR KIR-BATAAR” she screeched. 

“Yes?” she answered slowly. 

“What is this?” Y/N pointed at a purple bruise forming on her neck, stalking back over to the bed. 

“It’s a gift” Tamar grinned. 

“Take it back”

“No”

“Can’t you fix it?”

“I won't” 

Y/N groaned and Tamar pulled her in for another kiss.

[04mxfutbol]

Introvert & Extrovert (Rose Lavelle x Reader)

A/N: This was requested, haha my first request! (: Yeah, enjoy! I hope I did it justice. Also I think writing for Rose is becoming something I like lol. She’s too pure for this world. Also Reader plays for the Seattle Storm (:

“Get up! Get up! GET UP.” You hear Sue shout from outside your room. Groaning you pull your blanket over yourself.

“It’s so early.”

“You still want free housing?” Megan shouts and you grumble as she knocks on the door.

You quickly kick your feet on your mattress like a toddler, the blackout curtains doing their job. A little too well for Sue and Megan’s liking.

Megan and Sue helped you get comfortable into the city. Being drafted to the Seattle Storm was always a dream of yours, playing beside one of the greatest, Sue Bird. Although Diana always tries to convince you she’s better and she often tries to persuade you into maybe joining her. Although you’d love to, Seattle has become your home. It’s been your home for three years now. Plus Megan and Sue have become basically your mothers. Don't do this, don't do that. Y/N don't forget your shoes, don't forget your sweats.. again.

“Come on kid.” Megan says knocking on your door again.

“But I’m tired. We had practice yesterday, I’m beat.” You groan out as you flip onto your stomach.

"You handle this, I have to get going." Megan says as she leaves.

“We’ll see a certain pale person.” Sue softly says from the other side of the door.

“That’s not fair you know you can’t pull that card.”

“But I just did. Now get ready so we can head to the stadium. Stewie is waiting for us.”

“Fine. But I’m tired. Don’t expect me to stay awake on the drive.” You say as you grab the first thing you can find that’s appropriate for today’s event.

But also something nice and comfortable because it is cloudy and windy. Typical.

As you had said previously, you were in fact asleep the whole drive to the stadium. Head against the window, your mouth slightly opened as you try to gain back those hours of sleep that you were robbed of because of this trip.

Stewie woke you up as you had arrived at the stadium.

“Did anyone grab my gum?” You ask as you get out of the car and head towards the stadium.

“I have it Y/N.” Sue says.

“What about my-.”

“Yes Y/N, even your slides.” Sue says as you walk into the stadium. “If I didn’t I wouldn’t be a good guardian now would I?”

You all walk onto the pitch, the Reign training for the game that’ll be happening soon. You feel an arm resting on top of your shoulder, you look to see who’s arm that belongs to and that arm belonged to Sue.

“I look good right?” You whisper to Sue.

“Oh for sure kid, rocking those nice shoes I bought you, a little of some over expensive stuff Megan bought you. All good, all good, you’re dressed wonderfully to impress a certain someone.”

“Don’t sweat it, it’s not like you two haven’t been dating for like a little less than six months?” Alysha says.

“Hey I’m just trying to look good for the people.” You say as you fix your hoodie.

“I think she meant for the girlfriend.” Stewie says wiggling her eyebrows, nudging your side with her elbow.

“So am I free to roam around now?” You ask Sue.

“No. Why are you always so impatient?”

“I have a short attention span you know that.” You say bouncing on your heels.

“Sue how do you deal with them all the time? It’s too much.” Stewie says and you scoff.

“That hurts.” You say looking at her.

“Trust me it’s not easy.” Sue says.

“Oof. Now that hurt.” You say as you walk away from the trio and over to Jewell. “They’re bullying me.”

“I got you kid, no worries.” Jewell says and you smile.

Meanwhile while Jewell kept you company, on the field there was quite the people surrounding said pale person.

“Rose, I see a certain someone.” Sofia says, making the cheeks of said pale person to heat up.

“Go talk to them.” Tziarra says.

“Why are you all like this?” Rose says as she walks away.

“Because we’re nosy.” Jess says, but is immediately hit on the arm by Lauren. “I mean we want you to spend time with them?”

“Nice try.” Rose says as she walks further away from everyone. “I’m very happy right here.”

"You two are just so adorable. The way Y/N just loves you is pure love." Ally says.

“I agree. Y/N has big heart eyes for you, just like you do for them.” Tziarra says as she puts her hand on Rose’s shoulder. “They are your number one fan. Just like you are theirs.”

“Y/N makes sure to hype you up every time you play. Posting you all over their social media.” Sofia says. "What I would do to have someone treat me like that."

“You would think that after your very cute picnic together, you two would be more affectionate.” Bethany says and Rose laughs.

“Please. We all know Rose hates too much spotlight.” Nikki says.

“The pictures of you two were absolutely cute, the polaroid pictures were also VERY cute.” Sofia says making Rose blush. "Give us more."

“Alright girls, the Seattle Storm are here as special guests.” Laura says as she walks towards the team, the team right behind her.

You walk over to Rose grabbing her arm as you pull her away from the crowd.

“Good luck, I’ll be cheering you on from the stands.” You whisper to Rose, giving her hands a squeeze. “You’ll do great.”

“I’m a little nervous.” Rose says and you smile softly.

“Just beat Portland’s ass. Do your crazy footwork and everything, make their defense fall and crumble!”

“You want us to win that bad?” Rose asks and you nod your head.

“Fall and crumble!” You shout.

“Everyone’s staring babe.” Rose whispers and you look around.

“I swear none of you know what privacy is.” You say as you pull Rose close into you.

“No we do, we’re just nosy.” Jess says. “I mean we’re- oh what the hell, we’re nosy.”

“Come on kid.” Sue says as she pats your shoulder.

“Is this new?” Megan says pointing to you and Rose.

“No?” You say confused.

“Sue?” Megan says as she looks over to Sue.

“It’s not new and you’d know that if you would pay attention to them instead of having an obsession over what kid here should wear when we go out.” Sue says and you nod your head.

“Yeah! Give me attention.”

“I do. Plenty.” Megan says flicking your ear.

“Suuuure.” You say and turn to face Rose. “Anyway, good luck baby.”

“Mmm.. Give me some time to get used to it.” Megan says as she walks away.

“Hey Rose, wrap it up! We get it you’re dating but you don’t have to rub it in.” Sofia shouts.

“Yeah kid we get it, come on let’s go.” Stewie says.

“Before I leave look at my shoes.” You say lifting your foot up. “Customized and bought by my good friend Sue.”

“I’m ‘good friend’ now?” Sue says. “I’m basically your mother.”

“Not now friend.” You whisper as you try and wave her away.

“Sixteen.” Rose says with a smile, tracing the number that’s been engraved on your shoes. “Cute.”

“We get it you both have the same number.” Sofia shouts.

“Fate baby!” You shout back with a smirk.

“Come on you. Bye Rose, we’ll see you after the game.” Sue says as she drags you away.

“Hey!” You shout. “Bye baby, kick Portland’s ass! Long live the Pacific Northwest! Long live the Pacific Northwest!”

“Why are you like this kid? I give you love, food, a home. Why must you do me like this?” Sue asks and you smirk.

“You love me despite me being weird. Come on let’s grab some food so I can maybe throw on you when I get excited or frustrated.” You say.

“Oh great. Yes wonderful.” Sue says as you both walk away from the pitch. "How Rose puts up with you, is beyond my mind."

“Y/N does know Portland is also considered the Pacific Northwest right?” Stewie asks Sue.

“Oh yeah, she chooses to ignore it though.”

After grabbing some snacks for mostly yourself, that will also most likely end up on Sue because you tend to just throw whatever you have when Rose plays. But also is it really your fault that Sue is the one who ends up the way she does? No, there’s other places to sit. So no it’s not your fault. It’s hers.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING! PASS THE BALL!” You shout as you jump up from your seat. “PASS IT!”

She is quick to grab the bag she brought with your stuff, searching for what could potentially save her from food getting dropped on her again.

“Y/N hand.” Sue says, you’re too busy watching the game to even bother why she wants your hand.

Sue places something in your hand, you’re quick to realize it’s your stress relief ball that she bought for you. Not only is it for stress relief, but seeing as your attention span is very short, it sort of distracts you.

“Oh thanks. I’m better.” You say as you take your seat.

Meanwhile the whistle blew signaling halftime.

“I swear I can hear the kid.” Megan says as she walks into the tunnel.

“Rose, your girlfriend is absolutely my favorite person.” Sofia says, tapping Rose on her back. “You can tell they know their stuff.”

“Yeah that’s Y/N for you.” Rose says with a smile, looking up to see where you and the team are sitting. “Y/N is the best.”

“Ten dollars Sue already gave Y/N the stress relief ball.” Jess says.

“Twenty dollars, that Sue gave it to Y/N by the fifteenth minute.” Lauren says. “Rose?”

“I know my Y/N pretty well, you’re all wrong.” Rose says walking into the locker room.

“Joining us tonight your very own, our very own, Seattle Storm!” You hear the announcer say through the stadium.

Halftime was gone and the game resumed, you were fidgeting the ball in your hand, looking where the ball was going every play. Silently cursing as Rose missed a shot.

Two minutes later Bethany scored. Making the score 1-0. You jumped from your seat as you waved your Reign scarf.

“LET’S GO!” You shout. “Sue support your girl.”

“Oh she knows I do.” Sue says as she and the rest of the team clap as the team had just scored.

“LONG LIVE SEATTLE! The superior Pacific Northwest city!” You shout.

In less then five minutes, Ally had scored, making it 2-0.

“YES!” You shout.

“Why exactly does Y/N not acknowledge that Portland is part of the Pacific Northwest?” Alysha asks Sue.

“Y/N is just Y/N I don’t know what goes through her mind.” Sue says shrugging her shoulder.

“GOAL.” You shout.

Megan lifting her foot up just enough to pat her cleat and pointing up to where you and Sue were. You knew exactly what that meant.

Megan and Sue definitely thought of you as their kid, Megan made sure that when she would get her cleats, to have not only Sue’s number engraved, but yours as well. A little family.

“YEAH MOM!” You jokingly shout which Megan heard surprisingly, which made her laugh.

As the final whistle blew Rose made her way over to Sofia and Bethany.

“Assisting for your girlfriend’s mom huh?” Sofia says chuckling.

"Shut up." Rose mumbles, cheeks heating up as she looked your way.

“Who’s superior?! SEATTLE!” Rose hears you shout. “Long live the superior Pacific Northwest city!”

“Oh god.” Rose mumbles, cheeks heating up as she looks away.

“The shy one and the extrovert. How romantic.” Jess says walking past Rose and the others. “Good job team.”

“Y/N’s asking for you.” Alana tells Rose.

Rose made her way towards you, big bright smile on her face. The smile you loved and the person you loved dearly.

“Baby you did great! 3-0!” You say and Rose smiles at you. “Proud of you.”

“I’m glad you were able to come.” Rose says as she reached for your hand. “I’ll see you outside?”

“I’m actually going to dinner with the team.” You say awkwardly.

“It’s a combined dinner. Both teams.” Sue says.

“Oh then I’ll see you outside.” You say with a smile.

“See you then.” Rose says.

“Rose is so shy then there’s you.” Sue says.

“I can be shy too.” You say and Stewie snorts.

“What?”

“It’s impossible.”

“Is not.”

“Is so, now come on we have to go meet the team outside so we can all go to dinner plus I don’t need a grumpy Y/N not being able to see Rose as soon as possible.” Sue says.

“You know me so well.” You say hugging Sue.

“I wonder why.” Sue says as you both walk out of the stadium.

You patiently (sort of) waited for Rose to come outside so you could finally see her. While doing so you happily met some fans, signing some shirts and taking pictures.

As soon as Rose was coming out, you said your goodbye to the fans so you could finally spend some time with your girlfriend.

"Hey you." You whisper as you grab her hands. "Ready to leave?"

"So ready, I'm hungry." Rose says.

You and Rose make your way to the car, leaving your teammates behind.

"So they're together?" Megan asks Sue.

"Megan. Why else would Rose be over all the time." Sue says.

"I don't know. They're so polar opposite. Y/N is more extroverted, Rose is not."

"You gotta admit they are kind of cute." Sue says.

"Kind of? They're so cute." Sofia says walking past them.

“So cute.” Nikki says walking past the couple. “Sue you’re raising a good one.”

“I’m technically her mother too.” Megan shouts, making Sofia and Nikki laugh.

“Yet you didn’t know they’re dating.” Nikki says.

“Long live the superior Pacific Northwest city!” You shout. “We rule the rivalry!”

The girls all look over towards the both of you, Rose shaking her head as she tries to hide the fact that she’s with you.

“They complete each other.” Sofia says.

“Every extrovert needs an introvert. Just like every introvert needs an extrovert.”

[vgbellylover]

Experimental Endurance (FETH Hunger/Stuffing Commission)

Whoo boy. This is my very first written commission and the first commission for actual money. Done for the talented @the-elusive-libbin, it follows you, the professor, and the Academy’s resident dark mage Hubert, in your study of hunger. Given who this is for, I did my best to focus on the hunger part, but since it's me, I also did a stuffing bit at the end cuz IMO, hunger is best when followed by a good, fattening meal. It's also a bit longer than I was expecting. More than 3400 words. 

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy.

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“Oh my... I hadn't expected you to fill me with quite so much food. I mean, I was hungry, but now -hic- oof, I'm afraid my stomach is a little too full." Lindhart stifled a belch. "I hope I was able to aid you in your research, professor, but if you'll excuse me, I believe a nap is in order."

You look up from your notes– "Yes, you may leave–" then return to recording results. With some difficulty, Lin hauled himself out of his chair and waddled out of the room, cradling his tightly swollen belly. You, a professor at Garreg Mach, had been studying the effects of adverse hunger on the students and staff of the Officer's Academy here at the monastery. You were a little surprised when the Archbishop agreed to let you perform such an experiment and for the most part, your expectations had been met or exceeded so far. They all showed remarkable discipline. Of course, the promise of an automatic 100 on the next test probably helped. For the students, at least.

You flipped back to the front page for the name of your next victi– er, volunteer.

Hubert von Vestra.

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As he was every day, Hubert had awoken before the sun had risen and was preparing for his duties as Lady Edelgard's retainer. He was in the middle of brewing a pot of tea when there was a knock at his door.

Now, whoever could that be? He tugged open the door, only to find his professor standing before him.

"Professor, what can I–"

"It's your turn," was the monotone command.

He sighed. "Of course." The professor had explained this experiment of theirs in class several weeks ago. They had been going through the student body and faculty one by one, making them go without food or water and forcing them through grueling training for two days. They would then be invited to spend the night with the professor. Exactly what happened, Hubert couldn't say, but the student or staff member in question always left heavily bloated.

It was for their own good, they had been told. The dark-haired young man wasn't convinced, however,  and was almost certain their instructor had ulterior motives. But, given the nature of this individual, he couldn't quite puzzle them out.

And, he had been ordered to do exactly as he was told. He wasn't really looking forward to this. He had never been a particularly big eater, but that didn't mean he was fond of listening to his stomach yell at him all day.

"I'll need you at the training grounds in ten minutes." The professor then turned on their heel and strode away. The dark mage sighed and closed his door, suddenly wishing he had eaten a bit more the previous evening.

He shook his head. It was too late to worry about that now. He finished preparing his charge's tea and presented it to her, informed her that he would be unable to attend to her today, and left to change into something more suitable for a workout.

He made it to the training grounds just in time, nearly colliding with the professor as he swung open the gates.

"Oh good, you made it. I was worried I'd have to come find and drag you here."

"I apologize. I needed to finish my duties as a retainer."

"Indeed. Let's get started, then."

They started with a primary number of laps around the monastery. Hubert was a bit surprised when the professor followed him. "Oh? You're coming along?"

"Of course. I need to make sure you don't cheat."

The young mage gave them a snide smile. "You think I would do that?"

"That's irrelevant. Others have tried, and I can't afford any miscalculations."

They jogged for about twenty minutes. It was a bit longer than what Hubert was used to, but he managed. And he knew things would only get worse from here.

The next few hours were brutal. When Hubert lost track of exactly what it was he did, but his aching body told him he had used just about every muscle possible. The professor had done everything alongside him, but they seemed barely fazed by the intense workout they had just gone through. And here he was, panting heavily and trembling with exhaustion.

It took him several minutes to regain control of his lungs. "How much... longer?"

A hand was offered to him. He grasped it– "I think that's enough for now–" and was hauled to his feet. The professor held out a bottle of water. "Here."

Hesitantly, the dark mage reached out and took it. "I thought you said–"

"I'm well aware," the professor said, cutting him off. "But I can't have you collapsing on me. If you don't want it, give it back."

Hubert took a step back as they reached for the container, pulling out the stopper and greedily tipping the contents into his mouth, gulping it down as fast as he dared, not wanting to risk looking like a plebian, or waste any of what little he had been given.

As he drained the bottle, he felt his stomach, which had begun to ache due to lack of sustenance, burbled inside him. Obviously, this respite would be brief, but he welcomed it all the same.

He pulled the decanter from his lips with a slight pop and produced a handkerchief from his pocket, which he used to dry his mouth and face. Then he handed the flask back to his teacher, who returned it to that magical bag of theirs.

"Now, go shower and change. I'll see you in class."

The young mage didn't need to be told twice. After he finished bathing, he gratefully donned his uniform again and headed to class. As he entered the Black Eagles lecture hall, he took note of all the occupied seats, chose the most isolated one, and sat down. Thankfully, the professor started the lesson quickly, so Hubert didn't have to worry about any of his peers approaching him. He was positive they would all understand why his stomach was being so vocal, but he didn't want to clue any of them into knowing how uncomfortable he was being starved.

Throughout the entirety of the lesson, the dark mage did his best to muffle, and ignore, the sounds emanating from his empty belly, to little success. He received several slightly reproachful glances from his classmates, but no one said anything. 

He somehow managed to make it through first period. When the lunch bell rang and his fellow students filed out of the room, he opted to stay behind. He didn't have much interest in watching others eat, especially if he wasn't participating himself.

No. Instead, he spent the time figuring out how to enchant his uniform to dampen the hollow churning in his guts. It wasn't a particularly difficult spell to cast, but he was exhausted and light-headed so he had trouble focusing.

Second period came and went. Hubert was able to pay attention a bit better now that he didn't have to listen to his stomach growling all the time, but the hunger pains were still there. He made a point to steer clear of the mess hall. Every time his nose caught a whiff of what was cooking, his mouth would water and his stomach would cramp. He had to avoid looking weak at all costs.

By curfew time, he barely had enough energy to undress himself before collapsing on his bed. He was asleep before his head even hit the pillow, almost giving Lindhart a run for his money. Almost.

The next thing he knew, someone was shaking him awake. He opened his eyes and found himself looking into the pale lavender gaze of his charge. He bolted upright. "Lady Edelgard, what–"

She cut him off as she straightened. "Why are you still in bed? We have a mission today."

"I–" he started.

"No," she said, holding up an armored hand. "Don't answer that. Just hurry up and get ready. We're all waiting for you." And with that, she turned on her heel and left the room.

Hubert tossed back his covers, hastily threw on his mage's robes, and practically sprinted to the market square where the rest of his class was waiting.

The professor wasn't happy. "Mr. Von Vestra. How nice of you to join us. I never expected you to be the one holding up the rest of the class."

"It... won't happen again," he apologized, avoiding their soulless, penetrating gaze.

"No. It won't." Addressing the rest of the class, they gave a brief overview of the mission. It was fairly basic: a group of bandits have been terrorizing several villages out in the country and the class was tasked with eliminating them.

It took them several hours to march to the affected area. It wasn't hard to find, as several of the buildings were either on fire or still smoldering, making a very clear beacon to follow. They made their way to the village center where the target group of degenerates had all the villagers lined up. Some were stripped bare, and others' clothing was so badly torn it offered little or no protection from the autumn chill. Many of them had visible cuts and bruises as well.

Hubert opened his mouth to suggest they spread out, but Caspar, ever the hothead, charged forward with an expression of righteous indignation on his face before the dark mage could stop him.

"Hey! Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"

Then, to his surprise, the house leader also stepped forward, speaking in a firm and clear voice. "Lay down your weapons and surrender or you'll have to face the wrath of the Adrestian heir!"

The professor sighed and glanced over their shoulder, meeting his eyes. He simply shook his head. Things... went downhill from there and soon, the sounds of clashing metal and magical incantations filled the air.

Hubert was grateful for the noise. It drowned out his belly's angry demands for food. He hadn't had the time to enchant his robes yesterday and the thought of his enemies hearing it churning against itself didn't appeal to him.

Of course, things don't always go according to plan. A wave of opposing reinforcements had somehow managed to sneak up on them as they were tending to the injured. He was only able to narrowly avoid an ax in the back thanks to a shouted warning from Dorothea, who was only a short distance from where he was.

As he struggled to his feet, his stomach produced a particularly loud gurgle. The enemy before him smirked. "What's the matter, boy? Aren't they feeding you enough? Why don't you join us? We'll make sure you don't go hungry."

"I'd rather starve than ally myself with scum like you," he spat, mustering all the power he could manage. He stretched his hand out, palm to the sky, then jerked it upwards. A writhing mass of purplish-black tentacles erupted from the ground to ensnare the rival column. He addressed them with his most contemptuous voice– "Don't ever try to lure me from my Empress's side–" and made a fist with his upraised hand. The restraints that enveloped the criminals constricted and a cacophony of cracking bones and anguished screams echoed off the buildings and trees. One by one, their wails abruptly ended with a rather impressive fountain of blood gushing from their mouth.

He dismissed the AoE as the remainder of his strength seemed to evaporate. The earth seemed to move in waves under his feet as he stumbled across the terrain. His foot caught on something and he felt himself falling. But instead of hitting the ground, as he expected, someone caught him, propping him up by their shoulder.

"Look at you, keeping all the fun to yourself."

"Bergliez..." Simply speaking was a chore now. He felt someone else take his other arm.

"You should really be more mindful of how much energy you expend. It would inconvenience us all if you collapsed."

"Ah, Lin," the young warrior chided. "Don't be too hard on him. You know what he's going through, you just went through it yourse–"

GWOORGLE - BLORLP

The two friends stopped, glancing down at their senior's midsection. Hubert's guts had been emitting a constant thrum since his encounter with the enemy relief. With absolutely nothing in their confines, they thrashed and ground against each other within him. He was so very hungry…

"Geez, I didn't think even my stomach was that loud. You're in for a real treat, though. The professor's an incredible cook. I remember when it was my turn..."

"Cas, don't..." Linhardt warned.

But... he was ignored and the brawler went on to recount several of the dishes he had been fed. Hubert's mouth began to water and his guts erupted into chaos, demanding to be filled with what was being described to them. The pain was almost unbearable.

"Caspar," the older man croaked, "if you don't stop talking, I'll make sure you regret your decision."

His junior stared at him for a moment, then looked away, swallowing hard.

Lin shook his head. "I told you to leave him alone."

His friend didn't respond as they struggled to catch up with the rest of the class.

"Man, he's not very big, but he sure is heavy."

Ferdinand had dismounted. "It might be easier if you put him on my horse. That way you two won't have to drag him all the way back."

"No," Hubert protested. "That... won't be necessary..."

"Get on the horse, Hubert. You're slowing us down."

He blinked, then sighed– "Fine–" turning to the animal. He managed to haul himself into the saddle, with some help from others, aaaaand promptly passed out.

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You had just finished setting out the final dish of a small feast you prepared for the final stage of Hubert's stint as your latest test subject: it was time to see just how much he could eat after 48 hours of starvation. You had your notepad, pen, hourglass, and measuring tape at the ready. 

There was a knock on your door. You called for them to enter and the Academy's resident dark mage stepped into the room. You saw his nose twitch as the myriad of aromas assaulted him and he stopped, eyes wide when he saw the table. You had made all of his favorites, including, but not limited to, sautéed jerky, Garreg Mach meat pie, Gautier cheese gratin, and cabbage and herring stew. 

You pick up your measuring tape and tell him to take off his shirt. He hesitated but complied. Some people never failed to amaze you. The young Vestra heir was surprisingly muscular for a magic user and his skin was the color of light peach cream. Your shake your head to avoid staring and wrapped your measuring tape around his waist. His stomach rumbled against your fingers. Turning away to hide your blush, you told him to sit down and quickly recorded his starting size.

You get comfortable in your own chair and reached for the hourglass, but notice your student hadn't yet touched his food.

"What are you waiting for? It's going to get cold."

He cast a brief glance in your direction, then turned back to the mountainous meal in from of him, pulling the first entrée closer. As you watched him dig in, you were a little disappointed at his restraint. You had hoped he would loosen up a bit under the circumstances. But, given his status, you probably shouldn't have expected anything less.

To think, he was the reason you came up with this scheme in the first place. At a celebratory banquet a couple of months ago, the nobleman had stuffed himself to his absolute limit. It was quite out of character for him. You always had a thing for grumbly bellies, whether they were full, empty, or upset, a chorus of thick, wet squelching and deep, resounding gurgles was always music to your ears.

Hubert finished his first helping, setting the plate aside. You diligently recorded how long it took him to finish. Before reaching for the next, he paused to rub his belly. It had gotten much quieter now that it had something to work on, but was still audible.

Dish after dish vanished into the mage's gullet and growing guts. He paused more and more often to massage his bloated abdomen and his breath became increasingly strained. After sucking down the last bowl of stew, he sat breathing heavily for several minutes. He fiddled with his waistband a bit and you pretend to look over your notes.

POPK-ZIRRRRP!

Hearing him pop his belt buckle open, you figured the weight of his stomach forced his zipper down. Looking up, he was attempting to conceal a rather embarrassed expression. Looking at the table, you saw all that was left was the sautéed pheasant and eggs and super-spicy fish dango.

"You're almost done, don't stop now."

He gave you a tired look and leaned forward, grunting slightly, to pull the rest of his meal toward him. Cradling his heavy belly, he slogged through the poultry and eggs, stifled another belch, and returned the platter to the table.

Now, he just had to make it through the dozen dango skewers and he was done. He picked up the first one and brought it to his lips. These dango were a bit larger than the dessert variations but were still small enough that he didn't need to bother chewing. He simply pulled them off the stick with his teeth, rolled them to the back of his throat, and swallowed thickly. One down. Then two. Three. Four. Five... He methodically downed them all, replacing the empty skewers on the plate. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. His stomach seemed to protest with every gulp. Ten. Eleven. He was so close, just one more! He lifted the last one to his mouth and closed his eyes. He took a couple of deep breaths, plunged the skewer into the depths of his jaws and pulled it out clean, and weakly let it fall back to the platter.

You jotted down his final timestamp and pushed yourself out of your chair, taking the empty plate out of his hands and placing it on the table. "Very well done," you congratulated.

Hubert responded haltingly. "I... think I'll just... sit here... and digest... for a while... if you don't mind..."

"Take all the time you need," you said absently. You were too busy staring at his massive belly. Leaning against the edge of the table, you reached out and rested your palms on either side of his navel. It was so warm. And you could feel every gas bubble and gurgle moving around inside him. You press lightly into his flesh and find out just tightly packed his guts were. 

Hubert groaned softly. You start moving your hands in soft, slow circles, looking for any trapped air pockets. Your fingers encountered a tenseness just to the right of his belly button and you press your palm into it. Your student started to protest but then something came loose. It clamored through his body and up his throat. He tried to keep it down but he wasn't in any condition to do so. It exploded past his lips in a deep, reverberating eructation, carrying with it the stench of fish and eggs. It wasn't quite in your face but, close enough.

Heh, bonus points, you thought to yourself.

Once it ended, he clamped a hand over his mouth, eyes a bit wide. "Guh... Pardon me..."

You manage to splutter out a response– "You're pardoned–" and decide to start clearing the table to give him some space. Also to hide the fact that your face was as red as Edelgard's tights.

As you got closer to finishing the dishes, you noticed a strange sound coming from the other room. Quickly stacking the clean china on your counter, you'd put them away later, you go to investigate.

The Black Eagle's tactician was slumped over in his chair. As you neared, you noticed his eyes were closed. You realized why when he started snoring. He had fallen asleep. This gave you the perfect opportunity to do one last thing before carrying him to bed. You knelt in from of him, holding his vibrating gut in your hands again, pressed your ear to it, and sat listening for several minutes.

When you pulled away, you remembered you had to record his final size, too. It turns out, he's a fairly heavy sleeper. He hardly stirred. With that done, you toss his shirt over your shoulder and carefully lift him into your arms. You'd have to tell him tomorrow that he, too, had passed. 

[thegrandlinesimp]

Hii! I saw your autism awareness event and I think it's so cool that you're doing this! Last year I found out I have autism and things finally made sense to me after all these years. So I'd like to request something for this event ☺️

May I request Zoro/Law with 'Reaction to first seeing their s/o have a shutdown'. I suffer from panic attacks (luckily I'm doing a lot better lately, but oof). So this prompt feels recognisable :)

Thank you 💕

As requested over PM I switched out Law for Bartolomeo (my simpy cutie!)

Panic attacks aren’t a far cry from shutdowns in my own experience (I get both so I gotta do an assessment on how I feel when I know one is coming on cause my coping for each is vastly different). For me the main differences are how fast my heart is going and if I can talk, for both there’s still that general sense of fear, that everyone is looking at me.

I get things making sense, I went through all of school not knowing I had autism (turns out my parents had an inclining but never got me tested) and literally 2-3 weeks before finals in my last year I got tested.

Fun bombshell.

Case in point: IF YOU THINK YOU OR YOUR CHILD HAS AUTISM GET THE TEST DONE!!! THIS GOES FOR ANYTHING!!! DOWN SYNDROME, ADD, ADHD, SCHIZOPHRENIA!!! ANYTHING!!!

Note: Barto’s one is with an S/O whose shutdown was induced by stress, yes, this can happen, I was once so stressed I had them weekly for three weeks straight 😊 fun times

BTW: anything written like this is information pertaining to autism that helps add context and is written in such a way that one’s eyes are drawn to it but is easier to ignore than if it was in bold.

Warning: Zoro’s is a bit panic inducing, proceed with caution!

Zoro and Bartolomeo: first time seeing their autistic!S/O have a shutdown

Zoro

Again, I feel this would happen at a famous Straw Hat party, and pretty early in the relationship too

Tbh this dummy doesn’t really notice anything wrong till someone points you out to him, too busy taking part in tasting the local drink

But when some local says “that pirate’s acting pretty weird” he gets worried

He knows you’re different, you explained it to him as best as you could, and he recalls you saying something about “turning off” when you get sensitive

When he sees you, he wishes he listened better

You’ve found a secluded spot not too far from the ship, probably having tried to make it there before you shutdown fully

Laying on your side, body tense yet there’s little twitches in your limbs every now and then, knees pulled up and hands clutched to your chest, they’re twitching the most

Then he realises they’re not twitching

You’re scratching…

No, clawing at your own skin!

This is also known as self-harm stimming, where the person is unable to help but hurt themselves as a means to get out of the current state they’re in. such actions include scratching one’s skin long after it bleeds, hitting oneself, using objects to self-harm. From personal experience the need to do so is incredibly strong and occurs more when in a depressive state followed by an anxious state, such as a shutdown

As soon as he realises this, his immediate instinct is to grab your wrists as he shouts for you to stop

You want to scream at the sudden touch, kick out, flail, yet your body tenses, knees curling up tighter to your chest, breath coming in little gasps as you curl in on yourself mentally and physically

Zoro’s stomach flips at your reaction, but he holds fast, keeping a firm – near bruising – grip on your arms, thinking to himself that whatever discomfort you’re feeling is better than adding to the flecks of blood under your fingernails

Even with your eyes squeezed shut, you can feel his intense gaze on you, which only worsens the numb inducing terror pumping through your veins

Too many eyes, hands to tight, everything too loud, too much too much too much, helphelphelphelp!

You want to shout it all at him yet you can’t even open your mouth

It’s Robin who finds the two of you, within seconds she’s assessed the situation and takes immediate action, telling Zoro to keep holding you while she runs to the ship

She ends up coming back with Chopper, who saw her dashing about and knew something was up for the woman to be in such a state

Robin carefully drapes a blanket over you, and Chopper changes into his Walk Point form, laying the front half of his body across yours

The reindeer says Zoro can let go of you now, which he does very reluctantly

It surprises the swordsman when you seem to cling to Chopper’s fur, the young doctor flinching a little at the tight grip but not voicing any discomfort

When you eventually calm down, Chopper carries you back to the ship on his back, not caring if you’re too heavy, he patches your cuts (thankfully not too deep) and has you rest in the infirmary for the remainder of the crew’s stay at the island

Zoro watches you for the next few weeks like a hawk, Chopper ends up having to explain exactly what happened

He promises to do better for you, asking the ship’s doctor dozens of questions to better prepare himself

He’s gonna feel guilty when he realises that he made the whole thing worse, give him time, tell him he didn’t know and you forgive him, he’ll come around

(there weren't enough gifs on here to I grabbed one off google, and the fact that this gif isn't available on Tumblr is a sin)

Bartolomeo

Thankfully he does better than the previously mentioned green haired boy

Honestly the day was lovely, strong wind filling the Going Luffy-Senpai’s (I will never get over this ship’s name) sails, bringing with it the crips smell of the sea and rolling waves

Surprisingly good weather for the Grand Line

Bartolomeo was cheery as ever, ready for his crew’s next adventure

Only, he couldn’t seem to find his number one partner in crime, you

It was odd, you were usually out on deck, soaking up the warm sun or shouting profanities at oncoming storms, so to not have your lively presence on deck was making him a little uneasy

He eventually finds you in your shared cabin, wrapped up in a bunch of blankets, curled up on the bed

Of course, his immediate thought is: ‘cuddles!’

As one can guess this didn’t go well

The moment he goes to climb into bed next to you, you let out a soft, short, high-pitched whine

He pauses, having never heard you make that sound

“Ev-…everything okay, babe?” he asks as he reaches out to place a hand on your shoulder

Only for you to flinch again, whining once more

Bartolomeo starts to panic, were you hurt? Why didn’t you say anything to him? Why didn’t you tell him? What was going on?!

“…No…touch…” you manage to mumble, curling up tighter

Now, Bartolomeo isn’t the smartest man, but he has a decent memory, and he remembers you telling him about your autism, how sometimes you just didn’t want to be touched because it upset you

…Or…or something like that?

His first thought is to make a funny face to make you laugh, if you laugh you won’t be upset anymore, right?

Hmm, but you don’t seem to want to move, and you’re hiding under the blanket

Favourite food? No, you need to move for that as well…

And then he has a brilliant idea…that – obviously – involves the Straw Hats

He pulls out a scrap book from a draw, flipping through the various newspaper clippings before coming across one of the funniest news articles involving Luffy-senpai and his crew

Bartolomeo sits down on the floor with his back against the bed, and begins to read

He tries to keep his voice as quiet as possible, recalling you saying you hate shouting when you’re ‘upset’, though he does get a little excitable and ends up giggling every now and then

It’s by the fourth news article that you begin to giggle along with him

Once he’s finished the article he turns to grin at you, but his smile falls when he sees you’ve been crying

“Cuddle?” you whisper, a faint smile on your face

He returns the smile, climbing onto the covers so as not to disturb your blanket cocoon and wrapping his arms around you

He doesn’t mind that you don’t feel like talking right now, there’s plenty of time for you to explain everything to him later