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rispwr · 3 months ago

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If i were you i'd do me - JK - MDNI - 2

pairings : fuckboy! jk x fem! reader, established relationship, mentions of smart! namjoon x oc, slow burn, enemies to lovers

contents/warnings : rich! oc, nepo! oc, fuckboy! jk, rich! jk, slight love triangle, smut, spoiled! oc, jk, big c! jk, fingering, semi-public xxx

taglist : comment if yall wanna be added

context : Jungkook, the notorious campus heartbreaker and player, unexpectedly becomes your groupmate alongside Namjoon, the guy you’ve secretly admired for ages. However, it seems your feelings have started shifting from Namjoon to someone else entirely unexpected…

two or three part series

It had been a week and a half since the group project began, and we only had two days left before we were supposed to present. I couldn't believe how fast the deadline was approaching. Surprisingly, Jungkook and I had managed to get along a little better in the past few days, although our relationship was still complicated. There was definitely more tension between us—lots of bickering over small details in the project, but there was also something else. A weird undercurrent of sexual tension seemed to creep into our interactions, though I tried to ignore it as much as possible.

We were in class, and the professor was droning on about something I wasn't paying much attention to. My mind wandered, thinking about how we were going to pull everything together in just two days. Suddenly, I felt my phone vibrate in my lap. Curious, I glanced down at my screen under the table to see who had texted me. It was Jungkook.

Jungkook: Hey, princess. Got any plans after class?

I rolled my eyes, my lips curling into a small smirk. Of course, he couldn't just ask normally. I typed a quick response.

Y/N: Not unless you're counting trying to save our sorry excuse for a project.

Almost immediately, my phone buzzed again.

Jungkook: Touché. How about we finish it at my place? You, me... Namjoon. Group work, you know?

Y/N: Why at your place?

Jungkook: Because my place is more fun. And I can make you a proper coffee. You know you want to.

Y/N: Fine. But this better be about the project and nothing else.

Jungkook: Can't promise that ;) See you after class.

I shook my head at his winking emoji but couldn't deny the tiny thrill that ran through me. Whether it was the impending deadline or something else, the air between Jungkook and me had been charged with an underlying tension lately. I wasn't sure how to feel about it, but it was becoming harder to brush off.

Once we settled in Jungkook's place, the tension between us was unbearable. It had been building for days, and now, in the quiet of his living room, it felt like we were teetering on the edge of something we couldn't take back.

Jungkook sat next to me on the couch, his casual demeanor masking the intensity in the air. I opened my laptop, pretending to focus on the project, but my mind was far from it. I could feel his eyes on me, and when his hand casually drifted to rest on my thigh again, I froze.

"Have you eaten yet?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, like he wasn't fully paying attention to his own words but to the way my body tensed at his touch.

I forced myself to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "wow. you suddenly care about my wellbeing now?"

He smirked, that familiar cocky grin that always seemed to piss me off. "What? Can't a guy ask a simple question?"

I rolled my eyes and turned my gaze back to the screen. "Yeah, I ate. Did you?"

"Mmhmm," he murmured, not removing his hand, his fingers starting to gently trace little patterns on my thigh. "Just making sure you're not starving before we start working."

I bit my lip, trying to focus, but every nerve in my body was screaming at me to pay attention to his touch. His fingers were moving now, grazing my skin in slow, deliberate strokes, each one lighting a fire in my core.

I couldn't take it anymore.

The tension,

his hand,

his stupid smirk

—it was all too much. I turned to face him, my chest rising and falling with barely concealed frustration. Before I could think about what I was doing,

I grabbed his face and crashed my lips onto his.

The kiss was messy,

desperate, fueled by all the frustration and tension that had been boiling over between us for weeks. He responded immediately, his hand tightening on my thigh, pulling me closer as he kissed me back just as fiercely. His other hand tangled in my hair, and for a moment, it felt like nothing else mattered except the way his lips moved against mine.

In between the kiss, he pulled back just a fraction, enough to murmur, "Thought you hated me."

I barely registered his words, my breath coming in short, heavy pants. "I do," I whispered, my voice a mix of defiance and something else. "I think."

Jungkook chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my lips as he leaned back in, his hand now traveling up my side, slipping under my shirt. His touch was slow, teasing, as if he was testing just how far he could push before I stopped him. But I didn't stop him. I couldn't. The warmth of his palm against my skin sent shivers through my entire body, and I leaned into him, craving more.

His lips were on mine again, but this time, the kiss was deeper, slower, like we were savoring every second of this moment. His hand moved higher, grazing the edge of my bra, and I let out a quiet whimper, the sound muffled against his mouth.

"Still think you hate me?" he teased between kisses, his lips brushing against the corner of my mouth, trailing down to my jaw.

I tried to answer, but my thoughts were a jumbled mess, lost in the haze of his touch and the overwhelming heat building inside me. Instead, all I could manage was a shaky, "Shut up."

Jungkook grinned against my skin, his breath hot against my neck as his hand slipped further under my shirt, his fingers ghosting over my breast. "You know," he murmured, his voice low and full of that damn cockiness, "I'm not even doing anything, and you're already..... horny?."

I swallowed hard, trying to regain some control, but the way his hand felt on me, the way his lips moved against my skin, it was impossible to think straight. I opened my mouth to say something, to tell him to stop...or maybe to tell him not to stop, but before I could,

I heard the sound of the door opening.

Panic shot through me, and I jerked away from him, pulling my shirt back down and scrambling to sit up straight. Namjoon had just walked in, completely oblivious to the tension that had just filled the room.

Jungkook, on the other hand, didn't even flinch. He stayed where he was, leaning back casually with a smug grin on his face, like he was savoring the fact that he had completely undone me in a matter of minutes. He rubbed his lips with his thumb, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watched me try to pull myself together.

Namjoon, blissfully unaware of what he'd just interrupted, smiled and waved as he set his bag down. "Hey, sorry I'm late."

"Uh, it's fine," I mumbled, still feeling the heat in my cheeks as I avoided Jungkook's gaze. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened—or what almost happened.

Jungkook finally sat up, stretching lazily as he glanced at Namjoon. "We were just getting started," he said, his tone casual, though the smirk on his face told me he was still very much enjoying the moment.

Namjoon nodded, pulling out his laptop. "Cool, let's get to work then."

I shot a glare at Jungkook, who only grinned wider, clearly reveling in the fact that I was still flustered. And as much as I wanted to punch him, I couldn't deny the way my body still buzzed from his touch.

This was going to be a long night.

As the three of us sat around Jungkook's living room table, trying to focus on the project, I couldn't help but feel the lingering tension between us. My mind kept drifting back to the kiss, the way his hands felt on me, and it didn't help that Jungkook kept sending me these playful glances when Namjoon wasn't looking.

We were supposed to be reviewing some notes Namjoon had brought, but my attention was elsewhere. Namjoon was talking animatedly about his ideas, while I pretended to follow along, nodding occasionally. Meanwhile, Jungkook, who sat way too close for comfort on my other side, started to shift, his knee brushing against mine under the table.

I froze for a second, my heart racing, but I didn't move. I didn't pull away. Instead, I shot him a quick look out of the corner of my eye. He glanced back, smirking, and then, without warning, his hand slipped under the table and onto my thigh again.

This time, though, it wasn't innocent.

His fingers began to creep higher, just brushing the hem of my skirt. I tensed up, glancing at Namjoon, who was completely focused on the work in front of him. Jungkook's hand continued its slow, deliberate journey under my skirt, and I couldn't help the way my breath hitched.

I should've stopped him. I should've pushed his hand away, but I didn't. My body reacted on its own, allowing him to continue as my heart pounded in my chest. I swallowed hard, trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy as Namjoon droned on about the project.

Jungkook's fingers slowly rubbed my clothed clit, and I bit my lip, trying to suppress a gasp. I shifted slightly in my seat, hoping Namjoon wouldn't notice. Jungkook, of course, noticed everything. He leaned in just a little closer, whispering softly, "You okay?"

I shot him a glare, though it lacked any real conviction. He chuckled under his breath, clearly enjoying the fact that I was letting him get away with this. His hand traveled higher, pushing my panties to the side enough for him to enter.

i then let out a slight whimper catching their attention. jungkook smirking as he inserts another finger into me "are you okay y/n?" namjoon asks concerned about me "a-ahh no no..haha i-i stubbed my toe" i tried to reply as i was unable to talk normally. the pleasure was too good.

now i know why girls love to throw themselves at jungkook

i held onto jungkooks shirt tightening my grip as i felt my orgasm being near. jungkook sensed it as my walls then starts to tighten around his fingers, he then fastened his pace, making my heart race faster. he then looks at me as i struggle, biting my lips trying not to make any sounds but my legs were shaking.

i finally came. my white liquid coating his fingers as he pulls out making a 'plop' sound.

i breathed heavily trying to pull myself together as i lick my lips, turning to jungkook watching him as he licks his fingers, cleaning my cum that was on his fingers.

once we were done with our study session Namjoon stood up to leave, an awkward silence settled in the room for a brief second. He gathered his things, explaining something about a school board meeting that he couldn't miss. I nodded along, thankful for the distraction from the tension that had been building between Jungkook and me for the past hour. Jungkook, on the other hand, remained calm, though I could sense the playful energy still simmering beneath the surface.

Namjoon finally said his goodbyes and left, closing the door behind him. The silence between Jungkook and me felt thick, heavy with the weight of everything we weren't saying. I didn't dare look at him at first, knowing that the second I did, we wouldn't be able to hold back any longer.

i then got up from the couch as i got on his lap, ruffling and playing with his hair. i tilt my head keeping eye contact with him giving him a smile as his hands starts travelling it's way to undo my bra until my phone suddenly rang distrupting our moment.

i got up to get my phone and it's hoseok.

i answered the call but jungkook took it

"hey y/n where are you?" hoseok asks concerned as it has already been past 6 pm.

"she's with her boyfriend" jungkook answers making me shook my head in panic as i try to get my phone from him "what the fuck jungkook!" i got up on him trying to get the phone as i heard hoseok mutter "what the fuck is happening" on the phone. "kiss first" jungkook points at his lips hinting me to kiss him.

and without hesitation i kissed him. i pull away looking at him in the eye as i spoke softly "can i get my phone now?" "say please" he replies making me annoyed. "can i please get my phone now?" i answered him as he slowly gave me the phone giving a cocky grin.

i yanked the phone from him a little bit harsh but i was already annoyed.

"hey hoseok? i'm sorry that was jungkook" i said awkwardly

"i was right then?" he asks

"huh?"

"you like him do youuu??" he teases

"hell nah what the fuck" i shook my head

jungkook then interrupts and yell on the phone "says the girl who kissed me and wanted to make out with me!" i hit jungkooks shoulder playfully as hoseok on the phone "omygod!! jimin and jin has to know about this bye!!"

"wait hoseok no-" before i could speak hoseok ends the call.

"what the fuck?" i said to him annoyed

"sorryyy princess" he gives me a peck on the cheek and points at his hard bulge

"i made you cum and i didn't get to cum" he pouts

"my precious pussy doesn't deserve a cock that goes in other pussies that we don't even know it clean. maybe stop fucking other girls and i'll let you, hm?" i cup his face as i answered softly

i then sat down on the couch to relax, closing my eyes, i couldn't stop thinking about what had happened today with jungkook.

After everything that happened, Jungkook broke the silence with a smirk, his usual confidence returning. "Let me take you home," he offered, tilting his head towards the door. "You know, on my bike."

"Sure," I said, keeping my voice steady, though internally I was anything but calm.

As we walked out of his house and towards his bike, I could feel the unspoken tension between us, a silent reminder of the unresolved tension lingering in the air. Jungkook handed me a helmet, his fingers brushing lightly against mine. I couldn't help but notice how his eyes lingered on me for a second longer than necessary before he turned his attention back to the bike.

"You sure you trust me on this thing?" he teased, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he adjusted his helmet.

I rolled my eyes, but a small smile crept onto my face despite myself. "Just don't kill me, Jeon," I said, slipping the helmet on.

Jungkook chuckled before straddling the bike. "Wouldn't dream of it," he replied, patting the seat behind him. "Hop on."

I hesitated for a second before sliding onto the seat behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. The moment my body pressed against his back, I could feel the firm muscles under his shirt, the warmth radiating from him. I mentally cursed myself for feeling flustered by something as simple as a bike ride, but there was no denying the electricity that sparked between us. The memory of his hands on me, his lips, kept flashing in my mind. God, what had happened to me?

As soon as the engine revved to life, the city streets blurred past us, and I tightened my grip on Jungkook. The wind whipped around us, the cool night air contrasting with the warmth of his body. My chest was pressed firmly against him, my heart pounding in my ears, and I couldn't help but bury my face into his back. Being this close to him, especially after everything that had just happened, made it hard to think straight.

The ride home was both exhilarating and maddening. Every second, I was hyper-aware of how close we were, the subtle movements of his body as he steered the bike, the way my arms tightened around him with every turn. I had never ridden on a motorcycle before, and the adrenaline only added to the charged atmosphere. As much as I hated to admit it, part of me didn't want the ride to end.

But all too soon, we pulled up in front of my house. Jungkook parked the bike, cutting the engine, and I reluctantly let go of him, sliding off the seat. My legs were a little unsteady, whether from the ride or the emotions swirling inside me, I wasn't sure. I pulled off the helmet, my fingers brushing through my hair as I handed it back to him.

As soon as Jungkook and I stepped through the front door, my mom, ever the gracious host, immediately beamed at Jungkook, practically pulling him inside with an invitation to stay for tea. I was trying to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable barrage of questions from her, but before I could even process that, I heard the familiar voice of my best friend, Hoseok, from the living room.

"Y/N! Guess what? I found—oh..." Hoseok's words trailed off when he saw Jungkook behind me, his eyes widening in surprise. His playful grin faltered for a second, replaced by curiosity as he glanced between the two of us. "Wait, what's going on here? You're bringing home the infamous Jeon Jungkook?"

I shot Hoseok a warning look, but he only raised his eyebrows, clearly amused. Of course, he would be staying over tonight. Hoseok was practically family at this point—my mom loved him, and he often stayed over when he was in town. I should have known he'd be here, lounging on the couch like he owned the place.

Before I could answer, my mom jumped in, leading Jungkook toward the living room, where she immediately started gushing over him. "Oh, it's so nice to meet one of Y/N's friends from school! She never brings anyone home. Please, make yourself comfortable."

Jungkook chuckled softly, giving my mom his signature charming smile. "Thank you, ma'am. It's nice to meet you too."

I could see my mom's eyes light up at his politeness, and I mentally groaned, knowing she was going to absolutely love him by the end of the night. Great, just what I needed—my mom falling for Jungkook's charm.

While my mom was busy fawning over him, I made my way over to Hoseok, who was sitting on the couch with an overly dramatic grin plastered on his face. The moment I sat down next to him, he leaned in, lowering his voice.

"So... you and Jungkook, huh?" Hoseok's tone was dripping with playful curiosity. "Did I just sense some serious tension there, or am I imagining things?"

I rolled my eyes, trying to act casual, though I could feel my cheeks warming up. "It's nothing. We're just working on a group project together."

Hoseok snorted, clearly unconvinced. "Yeah, sure. A group project. Is that what we're calling it now? What happened, huh? Did you two—" He paused, his eyes widening. "Wait, don't tell me you guys really kissed."

I froze, my heart skipping a beat as I glanced at Hoseok. I didn't need to say anything; the look on my face was enough to confirm his suspicions.

Hoseok gasped dramatically, his voice dropping even lower. "You did kiss! Oh my god, Y/N! I knew there was something going on between you two."

I nudged him with my elbow, whispering harshly, "Will you keep it down? My mom's right there."

Hoseok grinned, completely unbothered by my attempt to hush him. "How was it? Was it good? Was it like... you know, fireworks?"

I shot him a look. "Hoseok, seriously, now is not the time."

But Hoseok, being the relentless best friend he was, wasn't about to drop it. He leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Come on, spill the tea. I've got to know. You can't just drop a bomb like that and expect me to stay quiet."

I sighed, knowing he wasn't going to let this go. "Fine," I muttered under my breath. "We kissed. "

Hoseok's grin widened. "And? How was it? You can't just say it happened and leave me hanging."

I glanced over at Jungkook, who was still talking with my mom, oblivious to the conversation Hoseok and I were having. "It was...something. he uhh you know?" i glanced down at my bottom area hinting him what had happened

Hoseok raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "OMYGOD! So, like... good or bad?"

I gave him a pointed look. "What do you think?"

Hoseok let out a low whistle, shaking his head in disbelief. "Wow. You and Jeon Jungkook. Who would've thought? The bad boy and the good girl. This is like some kind of drama."

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Please, don't make this a thing."

"Oh, it's already a thing, Y/N," Hoseok teased, nudging me with his shoulder. "You're in deep now."

I glared at him, though I couldn't help but smile a little. "You're impossible."

Hoseok just laughed, but before he could say anything else, Jungkook walked over, finally free from my mom's grasp. He glanced at me and Hoseok, a curious look in his eyes, but didn't say anything. Instead, he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze briefly meeting mine before flicking away.

"You guys talking about something interesting?" Jungkook asked, his voice casual, but there was a hint of playfulness there.

Hoseok, of course, jumped on the opportunity. "Oh, nothing much. Just talking about how Y/N never brings anyone home. Guess you must be special, Jungkook."

I shot Hoseok a look, silently telling him to shut up, but he just grinned back at me, enjoying every second of this.

Jungkook smirked, his eyes locking with mine for a moment. "Yeah, I guess I am," he said, his tone teasing.

I rolled my eyes, feeling the heat rise to my face again. "Hobi, don't you have something else to do?"

Hoseok shrugged, standing up from the couch with a stretch. "Nah, I think I've caused enough trouble for one night. I'll leave you two to... whatever it is you're doing."

I watched as he sauntered off, but not before giving me a wink. I let out a breath, mentally preparing myself for the inevitable interrogation that would come from him later. But for now, I turned my attention back to Jungkook, who was still watching me with that same playful glint in his eyes.

"So," Jungkook said, his voice low enough that only I could hear. "You really couldn't stop talking about me, huh?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, crossing my arms defensively. "Don't get cocky, Jeon."

But he just grinned, clearly enjoying the effect he had on me. "Too late."

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generalsmemories · 1 year ago

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The general has escaped... again

✧ jing yuan x gn!reader

✧ synopsis: what's more stressful than managing the internal affairs of luofu you ask? making sure that your husband actually stays in one place when he's ordered to.

✧ contents: established relationship, fluff, humor, mentions of other characters, spoilers for 1.3 trailblaze mission, spoilers for the end of IL Dan Heng's companion quest

✧ a/n: under one patch update (1.3) this man has managed to run away from bedrest a total of 3 times, as such i'm obligated to write this - behold, the brainrot of the week. once again, jing yuan only appears at the very end, but this whole fic is just how everyone is stressing over how this overgrown cat can escape from right under their noses. not beta-ed as usual fellas.

There's a heavy silence lingering in the air around the Realm keeping commission. For once, the commission has been closed to the public for an hour to discuss internal affairs - is what the citizens of Luofu believes at least.

You don't seem affected by the tense silence, Yanqing notices. He's standing before you, glancing around the other tense officials that's seated by their own desk. The two alchemy commission members present with him seem equally as confused as to why you've summoned them here.

It's only when they hear you place your brush down that they all stand up straight, attention back on you now that you've started to move again.

"I have a favor to ask," you start off, looking at the three people in front of you.

"The general is currently still on bedrest, and the master diviner has temporarily taken his role as the acting general master while he rests, correct?" you ask, to no one in particular.

But it's the newly appointed chief alchemist, Yuluo that answers you, "That is indeed correct."

"However, knowing the general he might start to move the moment he feels some sort of movement come back to his muscles," you point out, having risen from your chair during the (mostly one-sided) conversation to stand before your desk, leaning slightly back towards it with your arms crossed.

"Which is why, I need you all to keep an eye on him," you declare in the end, "The general won't be straying far away from the Exalting Sanctum for reasons you all might know, so I would have to trouble both you and Jinwen to make the trips back and forth from the alchemy commission to assess his conditin from time to time. But Yanqing, you'll mostly have the responsibility to ensure that he doesn't try to do anything else than rest, okay?"

You were already fully aware that you gave the three people before you an impossible task.

And the three people before you was also aware of the fact, but what more could they do but bow their head slightly in confirmation with a resounding, "As you order."

Yanqing is pouting before you, picking at his food before you whilst you merely gaze at him from the other end of the table, "Not hungry? I thought this was your favorite restaurant," you say, in response Yanqing merely levels a glare at you. It doesn't reach his eyes because he has no animosity, you're pretty sure he's just irritated.

"... I tried," he membles after another few minutes of silence. The quiet confession making you chuckle, "I'm aware, I'm surprised you even managed to keep him laying down for so long."

"... I even nailed down a few swords by the covers so it would be harder for him to pull them off," he adds, stabbing a stray tomato with one chopstick to emphazise his point before shoving it in his mouth, "But then he's already dressed and waiting by the door when I went to the toilet to attend the ceremony that was held for the deceased! [Name], he was even waiting for me with a smile!"

Your smile softens upon hearing his complaints, a finger pushing a glass of water towards the boy before you as a silent suggestion for him to drink it, "I already anticipated that he would do that, so why the long face still?"

"Because he refused to go back to rest right after the ceremony ended! And what else can I do, but heed his order with so many people around?" Yanqing huffs, crossing his arms as his food is now forgotten with his irritation overturning his appetite.

"Well he's resting now isn't he? Jinwen is currently staying at the manor to make sure he doesn't step foot outside. The day of the ceremony would've also been one of the last times he could get in contact with our guests from the Astral Express too, I'm sure he wanted to give them that jade abacus himself."

Not to mention the fact he personally went to the shackling prison right after handing it- alone nonetheless.

You omit the part of information from Yanqing. The topic itself still brings a tense atmosphere between you and Jing Yuan after all.

But before you can placate the small lieutenant any further, you can feel hurried footsteps making their way towards your table. And when you turn your head around to look at the commotion, you find Jinwen panting before you, right behind her one of the Cloud Knights assigned to the manor. And even with a mask on you just know that they're not looking at you.

"[Name]..." Jinwen starts, and you hum whilst fishing up your wallet, "Yes?"

"The general..." she starts, reluctantly looking around, fiddling her thumbs in nervousness. You just hand Yanqing the money before standing up, "He's escaped again, hasn't he?" you confirm, eyebrow raising up in question.

The healer before you merely nods, "I-I'm sorry, I have no idea where he went, I went back to the kitchen to prepare the next dosage of medicine and when I checked again he had suddenly just vanished - the guards didn't even know anything either."

"Even if they knew, they can't really go against their general, can they?" you point out with a laugh, patting the distressed healer on the shoulder before looking over at the Cloud Knight behind Jinwen, "Gather some more Cloud Knights and tell them to meet up at the alchemy commission as soon as possible."

You let out a sigh, rubbing your templates as if that would soothe the headache that's about to form from listening to the Disciples before you yap away whilst getting their hands bound behind their back.

"I want to preface that with the main disaster onboard the Luofu is over, you are aware that we have more personnel at the ready to apprehend you?" you point out, directing your gaze away from the harbor of the alchemy commission where the trailblazer, Dan Heng and Jing Yuan were currently standing to face the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus before you.

Knowing your husband, he's already aware that you're here.

"... And the fact that even after you failed to eliminate Jing Yuan back in september 5 times, and yet still tried again today - and even trying to take two Vidyadhara's along with him? I understand the confidence you had back when the disaster first struck, but now?" you laugh is disbelief. You're aware that it's futile to try to discuss the matter with the Disciples, but everything was worth a shot.

They'll always give the same response after all. Once the general is gone, everything will go more smoothly, once you see the true vision you would agree with them and so on.

It was getting quite tiring.

"Either way, I've contacted the Ten-Lords commission, we will probably have to make a trip to Scalegorge Waterscape to check for any stragglers, but I'm sure the Ten-Lords will have this matter under control..." you mutter, noticing the trailblazer and Dan Heng approach you, "Trailblazer, and mister Dan Heng, have you finished the matters at hand?"

Dan Heng nods, glancing at the tied up Disciples before you, to which you only wave it off, "Yes... And thank you for taking care of the ones over here," he mumbles, giving you a curt nod.

"All in a day's work, do have a safe trip back home though," you voice, "And if you were to ever return to the Luofu for whatever reason, do send me a message. I can at least assure that you'll be somewhat safer than today. I apologize for the inconvenience that these people have caused you," you add on, gesutring towards the Disciples while ignoring the surprise in his eyes.

Dan Heng doesn't say anything, only giving you another nod as a confirmation before walking off.

"Well then, with all that done..." looking back over to the docks, you find Jing Yuan already staring up from his spot at you, giving you a small smile and a small wave of his hand.

"... Of course he's overexhausted himself."

"Do you enjoy making everyone around you worry? I think Jinwen aged a couple of decades with the stunt you pulled today," you start to nag the moment you're within earshot of Jing Yuan - your husband merely chuckling at your exasperated face as you stomp over.

"I apologize, dear. I just had an inkling that something would go awry with their journey. Finding you would've taken longer and Lady Fu Xuan is already busy as the acting general in my absence. So I figured this was the best course of action," he tries to reason, but he can never reason with you when it comes to his wellbeing - no matter how many times he's tried in the past.

So you don't answer him. You only stare at him, close enough for him to see your dissatisfication, but far enough for him to not be able reach you or hold you in his arms.

"... I do admit I'm pretty weary though, I think this is the last time I'll violate the healers' order," he admits in the end with a defeated sigh, raising his arms a bit as a silent request, "Can I request the assistance of my dear spouse in these trying times?" he jests.

However, Jing Yuan is well aware of the fact that you're still very much weak to the few times he does request help.

As with any matter with Jing Yuan that you're inevitably forced to pick up, you can only sigh as you step closer. Weaving your fingers between his own to pull him a bit closer before leaning in to give him a brief peck on the lips.

You then weave your fingers away from his own in favor to wrapping your arms around his waist in a snug embrace, Jing Yuan taking the chance to wrap his own arms around yours before he leans his entire weight on you.

The extra weight makes you let out a grunt of surprise, but Jing Yuan has already buried his face into your neck, letting out a deep exhale into your skin which makes it tingle while his shoulders slump, "... You big lion, you're rivaling Mimi's clinginess at this point," you whisper with a chuckle.

"I haven't seen my dear spouse since they had ordered me to be bedridden, I'm sure you can handle a little clinginess," Jing Yuan mumbles back, kissing the juncture of your neck.

"Yeah, yeah. As an apology for caring about your health, what about we try to get home so that you can properly rest on a bed instead of leaning your entire weight on your dear spouse?"

Jing Yuan hums in appreciation, leaning back to cup your cheek with a smile, "I think that sounds wonderful," he confirms before pressing his lips back on your own.

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jokingmisfit · 2 months ago

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Birthday Presents You're the Gift

Poly Mikaelsons x Fem!Reader

Warnings- sub reader(aka reader is a bottom), putting icing where it isn't supposed to go, biting, drinking readers blood (implied), p in v, unprotected sex, slight choking, blindfolds, restraints, edible underwear, cunnilingus, mommy kink, collars(not pet play), leash(still not pet play), doggy style, possessiveness, sex toys, begging, cumming inside, over stimulation (implied), (potion) aphrodisiac, hair pulling, strap-on, squirting (mentioned), reader is a bit of a pillow princess ngl

Notes- It's all in past tense for some reason idk I was tired and wrote half at work the other half instead of sleeping at 2am. Also, technically it's written as the reader is with all of them.

Kol (Icing)

You'd been surprised yourself with how easy things went. You had to sneak away from his party early and set things up, hide the icing, and make sure it was all done in time for him to walk in.

It went perfectly. You covered your chest in icing and put sprite on top of that. You took a smaller tube of icing and placed X's on his favorite places to bite you. Lastly, you partially coated your privates in icing.

You propped yourself up at the edge of the bed and waited. Thankfully you planned just right because only a few minutes passed when he opened the door.

Of course the door wasn't open for long as he slammed it shut. Kol's eyes raked over you. A shine lit in his eyes and if you didn't know any better you'd think he was about to actually eat you.

"What a lovely surprise..." He had whispered.

"All for you." You replied easily.

Kol squeezed his hands into fists and released a few times before he stalked towards you. Honestly the man looked wild like he had no idea where to start, so he started with the little "x" on your thigh. He licked the icing clean and bit down to draw blood to replace it.

You warned him not to lose his appetite so soon and he sunk his teeth deeper. Slowly he moved to your pussy, where he lapped at the icing before diving his tongue into your hole. Kol are you out until there was no icing left.

He moved up and hit every "x" etched on your skin and leaving his own marks behind. He decided he wanted more, so he shoved his cock into you while sucked on your chest and your neck. Leaving a different kind of sticky mess between your legs and on your thighs.

At the end of the night he tells you how jealous his siblings will be when he tells them the present their mate gave him.

Elijah (Ties)

You were a bit worried. You had to ask Rebecca for help with your preparation, and you prayed she wouldn't spoil your surprise. The two of you snuck off just at the end of the party and made quick progress.

With a kiss on your cheek Rebecca left you there for her brother to find. Your hands were tied to the railing with one of Elijah's ties and you were blindfolded by another one. Around your neck was a brand new tie that you were hoping he'd enjoy as much as the rest of his surprise.

You could hear the door open, and if you hadn't heard the low laugh you would've been concerned for who might've entered.

Elijah's hand was soft against your breast . He traced the shape of your body easily. He lightly picked up the base of the tie off your chest. He felt the fabric between his fingers.

"What a delicious surprise you've given me." He said quietly.

You had felt the tie suddenly tighten around your neck making it harder to breathe. Your soft moans encouraged him, and he engulfed your mouth with his. He littered your neck with bites and kisses which trailed onto your breasts.

Elijah removed his clothes and hovered above you. He took little care in preparing you as he slid his cock into you. He held the tie tightly pulling it like it would move you closer to him. Most of the night your legs are placed forcefully on his shoulders as he plows you. He makes you cum several times and misses not one chance to fill you up with his seed.

By the end of the night he undoes all the ties and holds you softly. He doesn't say it but you can tell he very much enjoyed his present.

Rebekah (Lingerie)

The plan was simple enough. You didn't need extra preparation, all you needed was to put it on. You knew she'd love it.

You sat delicately in the light pink candy lingerie. The scent of strawberries comforted your nerves, yet made you that much more excited.

Rebekah entered the room already smiling. She licks her lips before sitting on her knees in front of you.

"Such a lovely gift for your mommy..." She said looking you over.

She leaned up and bit the strap of the barely strong enough candy. Your tits spilled out and the other strap broke instantly. Rebekah's smile grew and she lowered her head between them to bite off the lingerie's body strap.

Her hands trailed your thighs as she went around your chest eating the candy and nipping at your skin. She moved her head down and ate the candy wrapped around your tummy before she bit the panties.

Rebekah used her teeth to tear away the candy. Her nails scratched the skin on your thighs. She ate you out just like she ate the candy. When you moved your hands to her hair she immediately pinned them beside you with an additional threat to tie you up.

You spent most of the night like this with her mouth glued to your cunt. She teased you when you begged her to stop. Instead finally using her strap to fuck you "more properly".

She makes sure not a piece of lingerie is left and any stickiness is taken off with her tongue.

The night ends with your lips pressed to her chest. A perfect way to tell you Rebekah had loved your gift.

Klaus (Collar)

A part of you was nervous. You had known he brought it up to you when he was really worked up, but you had no idea if Klaus would really like it.

Your body bare aside from the collar sat delicately on your neck. The words "Property of Niklaus" scrawled nicely on it. A chain leash attached and you played with the other end while you waited for the hybrid to step through the door.

When he does enter his back was towards you as he ensures no one sees the inside of his room. He scolds you for giving yourself away with your scent, but his words die when he finally sees you.

"Now this is a very pleasant surprise." His smile at you was predatory.

Your heartbeat grew faster as you looked away and offered him the leash. He took it happily and watched with excitement as you looked up with wide eyes. Klaus's smile grew when he caught glimpse of the tag.

He pulled the leash tightly and you end up dragged into his arms. His fingers investigate the tag as he reads it. A low growl escapes him.

You found yourself face down and ass up as he fucks into you from above. His thrusts were hard and quick. He pulled on the leash from behind giving you a delightful lightheaded feeling.

He made you beg for release, repeating how he owned you over and over again. The word "mine" might have as well been embedded in your skin like his fangs were in your shoulder.

You knew when the night ended he had enjoyed your surprise as he held onto the leash for the rest of the night even when you were wrapped in his arms.

Finn (Toys)

You were excited. You didn't really use toys and the others didn't either, but Finn seemed fascinated with the thought and you really wanted him to be satisfied with your gift.

The toys were laid out beside you. You wore a simple lingerie set that you knew he'd love. The door opened to a confused Finn.

"What is all of this?" He asked simply.

You explained everything. Simple, pick a toy or multiple and it's his tool to use.

Almost instantaneously he picked a toy and turned it on. Finn tore the panties away rather quickly, and he put the toy right up to your clit and savored the sounds you made.

He truly enjoyed the show. He tested every vibrator, dildo, and plug laid out. He even tried the breast pump to watch you as it sucked your tits. Finn enjoyed the way you begged him for a break, for anything else. He wanted more of this even if you pretended not to too.

He took what little clothing you had left and fucked you into the mattress, but even then he wasn't satisfied and he pulled out one of the vibrators again. He couldn't help but stare at you and the way your body reacted.

Finn drilled into you with the vibrator on your clit for all three rounds that he actually touched you. Had you tried you wouldn't be able to count the times you actually came that night.

In the end you knew he was happy with his gift, especially when he set the toys aside for "future use".

Freya (Aphrodisiac)

It was a good present. You had known that, because she had told you before she wanted to try. It was easy getting the potion with Kols help. You hid it from Freya well and you were so excited to give into one of her fantasies.

You left the bottle to sit in your lap as Freya entered the room. Her eyes traced over you and immediately landed on the bottle.

"Oh, this has to be my favorite present of the night." She said more to herself than you.

Freya took the bottle from your lap and poured it into her mouth. She let the liquid sit before kissing you and pushing the potion down your throat. You obeyed despite the urge for air burning your lungs.

The aphrodisiac worked quickly. It dulled some senses and increased others. You could feel the heat pooling between your legs. The wetness on your thighs and her smile on your neck. Her kisses burned and you felt you might cum from the simple actions.

Your body was on fire and you couldn't focus. She grabbed your scalp and pulled you till you were face to face with her. Freya kissed you madly as you whimpered against her mouth.

Her fingers moved down and played with your cunt. They enter you easily over and over again. She moved your head to suck on her chest and you obeyed easily.

Though you weren't sure when at some point she put on her strap and sat you in her lap. Freya thrusted up into you repeatedly. You don't squirt too often but you did that night.

You can't remember how the night ended, but you knew she enjoyed your present because you remember a kiss on your head and a whispered thank you.

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st-danger · 11 months ago

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Phantom breeding kink?

"You wanna?" The questions is huffed out between Dew pushing into him, sliding out. The slow drag of it is delicious. He could enjoy this, not push his luck too much, but Swiss tells him things, secret things, and what would be the point of a well lit path of breadcrumbs if he's not meant to follow?

Dew hesitates. Aeon looks up at him with wide, innocent eyes- the devil's always good about convincing folks he doesn't exist, right? Isn't that the narrative that's pushed here? So- innocent, sweet. Asking in a softer voice, the one that always gets Swiss, the one that sounds like silk. He knows he can look like an angel, even with his legs over somebody's shoulders.

Dew adjusts, so he can bring a hand, wrap it around his throat- holding. Warning.

"Watch it," he says.

Breadcrumbs, though.

"Swiss says it freaks you out," Aeon says. He knows he's pushing it, but he also knows Swiss would not feed him information that wasn't to be used. "Says it makes you cum really hard anyway." Dew continues to stare at him, and when Aeon feels his cock throb hard inside of him, he sucks his lower lip into his mouth. Coquettish.

"Is that what he says," Dew murmurs, tone unkind.

"I thought maybe you wanna try it from the other side," Aeon says. "I need it." Reaches for Dew's chest, and gives the rings in his nipples a playful little tug. "I think you do, too."

Dew scoffs, lets go of his throat, and leans back up, hooking his hands behind Aeon's knees. Aeon sees the cracks in his composure, even if Dew thinks he's being careful. There's been a few things he's gotten really good at Above Ground, and one of his best is working his way under Dew's skin in the best ways possible. Getting into his bloodstream and getting into his head. Dew's never stood a chance with him, has found him alluring and irresistible since the first hookup backstage when he'd shoved him against the door, stroking both of them off, kissing Aeon stupid in between telling him how impressed he was.

They hang suspended for a moment, and Aeon gives him his most beatific smile.

"Wanna knock me up?"

Dew is pulling out, flipping him over, and shoving him down before Aeon's brain catches up to what's happening. A hand on the back of his neck forcing his chest down, his ass up, presented. Dew slides back in without warning. A hard sharp thrust in that makes Aeon gasp with it.

"That what you want?" Dew's voice sounds weird. Tense. Strangled. Another hard thrust, and Aeon laughs, absolutely delighted. Maybe he'll buy Swiss some flowers. The laugh is cut off when Dew slams back in again, forcing the breath from him, and there's a hint of cruelty in it that sends a thrill up his spine. He doesn't wait for a response, just begins fucking into him harder and faster than he's expecting, or prepared for. Aeon startles.

"Dew-"

"I'm gonna," Dew grunts.

"S'really hard," Aeon says, of the pace, the force Dew begins railing him with. It isn't bad, but it's unexpected, and through the arousal, he feels the flicker-flame of nervousness bloom in the pit of his stomach.

"You want it, you're going to take it how I give it to you," Dew says, dark, and hits just the right spot, pushes on the back of his neck just a little harder. Pinning him further. Aeon moans, sharp and reedy. "You wanna be bred so bad? I'll give it to you, then," he says, and Aeon feels the fingers on his hips dig savagely in.

"Do it," Aeon says.

He realizes quickly he's over his head, and realizes just how much he likes it.

Swiss had left him breadcrumbs, but hadn't warned him about what, exactly, it would lead him to.

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literaryvein-reblogs · 16 days ago

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hello I was wondering if you had any tips on how to write/create an outline for psychological thrillers/horror?

Hi! I have this post on horror.

Writing Notes: Psychological Thriller

A subgenre of thriller that explores the psychology of its characters, who are often unstable.

The biggest questions revolve around the mind and behavior.

Often incorporates elements of mystery and include themes of crime, morality, mental illness, substance abuse, multiple realities or a dissolving sense of reality, and unreliable narrators.

Generally stays away from elements of science fiction, focusing on events that could take place in real life.

The 3 C's of a Thriller

The contract: An implied promise you make to the reader about what will be delivered by the end of the book. It’s crucial to keep every single promise you make, no matter how trivial.

The clock: The fact that adding time pressure to any character’s struggle will create higher stakes and more interest for the reader. The goal of this element is not to be stunningly original but to add pressure that will prompt conflicts and intense responses from your characters.

The crucible: A box that constrains your characters, offers them no escape, and forces them to act. Your story should present an increasingly difficult series of tasks and situations for the hero that will funnel them into the most severe trial of all. You must make sure that each successive task is harder than the previous one and that, for the hero, there is no escape. If readers begin to sense that the journey is becoming easier, they’ll lose interest.

The 3 Elements of a Good Psychological Thriller

Although psychological thrillers vary widely in their storylines, some common elements include:

Major plot twists: Psychological thrillers can be ruined by spoilers, since so much of their excitement hinges on the unexpected twists and turns that the novel takes.

An unreliable narrator: Revealing the narrator, or another important character, to be unreliable is another way authors create suspense as the reader tries to figure out who they can trust. Lies, paranoia, and flawed memories are all staples in the psychological thriller genre.

Familiar elements: Psychological thrillers often take place in the home (aka domestic thrillers) and feature ordinary-seeming characters. This allows thriller writers to get inside the reader’s mind, making them wonder, “What if this happened to me?” Starting with the familiar also allows writers to slowly introduce characters’ backstories, mental health issues, and other elements that create suspense over the course of the novel.

Tips for Writing a Psychological Thriller

The best psychological thrillers keep readers on the edge of their seats with unexpected twists. While reading a psychological thriller is easy, writing one can be difficult. Here are some writing tips to help you from first draft through editing:

Keep tension high. You can do this descriptively by showing your characters in tense situations, and you can do it structurally by rearranging the parts of a chapter to keep the pacing swift. Both techniques involve withholding information from the reader. By doing this, you don’t get bogged down in details or information dumps that slow down the pacing. Crucially, withholding allows room in the reader’s mind for the growth of questions and ideas.

Craft situations where characters are unable to get the information or tools they need. This forces the characters to strategize and take actions to reach their goals. If you do this, it’s important to construct believable scenarios. Make sure your characters don’t have an easy way of getting the information they need. Otherwise, your readers will lose respect for you and your characters.

Heighten the tension. In general, there are two ways to augment tension in your story. Descriptive elements that create tension are individual; they come from your story and from the forces or events that are pressuring your characters. Structural elements that create tension involve the way you write your story, like starting your chapters with a sense of urgency or blending descriptive passages into action scenes.

Flesh out character backstories. One way to create twists and suspense is to slowly introduce surprising elements of your characters’ backstories. A backstory can create a plot twist, or reveal why a character may be unreliable. Backstories can also raise the stakes of a story by giving your characters motivation.

Some Subgenres of Psychological Thriller

The psychoanalysis or ‘psycho-traumatic’ thriller

The amnesia thriller

The stolen identity thriller (including mistaken identity)

The ‘woman in jeopardy’ thriller

The stalker thriller

Serial killers or psychopaths and their psychological profiling arguably fit better in the forensic criminal investigation sub-genre, so they may be classified in the Crime Thriller subgenre.

From the sub-categories listed above, it is obvious that as well as overlap with the crime thriller sub-genre, the psychological thriller is also related to psychological horror. The ‘woman in jeopardy’ and ‘stalker’ thrillers also have elements in common with romance – particularly Gothic romance.

Common Psychological Thriller Tropes

Tropes appear repeatedly for a reason: they're what the readers are looking for. Decide which ones to include in your novel.

The protagonist has an inner conflict exacerbated by an external event.

Some sort of mental health issue plays a major role in the story (doesn't have to be the main character). This could be a diagnosed or undiagnosed mental health issue, paranoia, deep distrust, suspicion, or a slow slipping away of sanity.

Reality comes into question as the story progresses.

The protagonist finds it hard to decide who to trust.

There's a major plot twist at the climax. (There may be multiple plot twists.)

The characters are flawed, complex, and relatable.

The settings are common (home, office, child's school, church, etc.)

The stakes may not be life or death (although they can be), but they should be sanity or insanity, or well-being or a ruined life.

Sources: 1 2 3 4 ⚜ More: Writing Notes ⚜ Mystery ⚜ Tension ⚜ Violence Kidnapping ⚜ Backstory ⚜ Plot Twists ⚜ Crime Fiction ⚜ Character Journey

Hope this helps with your writing!

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mystcldydrms · 1 year ago

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ALWAYS ON YOUR SIDE - TOMMY SHELBY

prompt: "I'm always on your side." - requested by @peakyswritings

pairing: tommy shelby x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none (let me know if you find any)

notes: I haven't written for tommy in forever. I really missed it. I hope you all enjoy this.

The door to your husband’s office stood ajar. You could see the light from the room illuminating the darkened hallway as you made your way towards the room. Once you stood in front of it, you peeked inside, seeing Tommy with his face in his hands, his elbows propped up on the desk.

If he knew that you were watching him, he would sit up properly. He would show you his strong side and not the vulnerable one he was presenting now. Of course, you would see right through him. You have been married for quite some time, and even before your marriage, you had been friends for years.

You watched Tommy for a little while longer, thinking he would move, but he stayed in that exact same position.

A sad sigh left your lips. You smoothed down your nightgown before you lifted one of your hands, and knocked on the door.

You didn’t enter the room right away. You waited for your husband to say something and when he did, you opened the door properly. His elbows weren’t propped up on the desk anymore. He had smoothed down his hair, his eyes looking intently to the door until he noticed it was you. His eyes instantly softened, a small smile gracing his lips while you closed the door behind you.

You walked over to where he was, not stopping at the chair that was lined up in front of his desk. You walked around it, so you could be close to your husband.

“Isn’t it a bit too late for you to still be awake?”

You raised your eyebrows, an amused smile on your lips as you shook your head. You dropped a kiss on the top of your husband’s head before you moved to stand behind him, your hands finding his shoulders. You started massaging his shoulder blades, an almost inaudible groan leaving his lips.

“I can stay up past midnight.”

“Barely.”, Tommy stated, earning him a light slap against his upper arm before you returned to your previous action.

“The question is, why are you still up? Two hours ago, you told me you would join me in bed soon.”

You could feel Tommy tense up a little bit. You tried to ease him up again by massaging not just his shoulders but also his neck. You knew it helped him, yet his eyes kept staring straight ahead. Something was bothering him.

“Tell me, love. You know you can talk to me.”

You pressed your lips lightly against his neck, kissing him gently before you removed yourself from him. Nevertheless, you stayed close to him. You leaned against his desk, looking him deep into his blue eyes, waiting for him to talk to you.

“It’s nothing.”, he said, although he knew it wouldn’t convince you. Tommy didn’t want to disturb your peace with his schemes and business.

He took one of your hands in his, his fingers lightly playing with yours before he pulled you on his lap. You smiled up at him, his lips pressing a loving kiss on yours.

Oh, how you loved having Tommy to yourself. Your husband was a different man when it was just the two of you. Once his family joined you, he would change, not much, but slightly. And when you were accompanied by his business partners, he was even more unlike the Tommy that was with you at that moment. That was the Tommy you least liked.

“Will you tell me about it now?” you whispered against his lips, kissing him once more, his arms wrapped around your body, pressing you close against him.

“John and Arthur aren’t as convinced of our next project as I thought they would be. It’s not stressing me out, but it makes things a bit harder.” he finally confessed, and even though he tried his best to stay confident, you were able to make out the change in his eyes.

Although he did things on his own, he always liked having his brothers with him. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but even Tommy Shelby needed someone by his side from time to time.

“I’m always on your side.”, you stated confidently, pressing another kiss on his lips. “So, if you need anything or you want me to be anywhere, let me know.”

Tommy immediately shook his head. His lips pressed kisses to cheeks before he took your face into his hands and stared intently into your eyes.

“I don’t want you anywhere near what I’m doing, okay? You will stay here. I want you to stay out of my troubles.”

You knew he was being serious. He had told you this before. But you wanted to help. You didn’t care about what could happen, however, Tommy knew better.

You couldn’t help but nod your head. There was no need to fight your husband. He would try anything, in his willpower, to keep you safe and out of his business.

His thumbs traced circles on your cheeks. A defeated sigh escaped your lips before you leaned in and kissed him again. This time, you didn’t pull away. Your lips moved in sync. You poured your love for him into the kiss, your hands roaming one another’s bodies.

“You’re very stubborn. I hope you know this,” you mumbled into the kiss, giggling lightly as you felt him squeeze your hips.

“I learned from the best.”

The two of you stayed entangled for a while, lips interlocked. Until you had to pull away to breathe. Yet you stayed close to Tommy, your foreheads lightly touching.

“I think it is time to go to bed.”, you said, getting up from Tommy’s lap. “You too, mister Shelby.”, you told him, pointing an accusing finger at him.

“Don’t make me wait again.”

“I don’t intend to. Who knows what you could do to me.”

Tommy winked at you teasingly, making you laugh. He got up from his chair, pushing it close to the desk before he made his way over to where you were.

You waited for him at the door, shrugging your shoulders before both of you left his office, walked through the hallway of your home and made your way to your bedroom.

“Oh, I won’t tell you what I do to you. That’s my little secret.”

You grinned up at your husband, helping him out of his clothes until the only thing he was wearing were his undergarments. You put your hands on his naked chest, gliding upwards to his shoulders until your arms wrapped around his neck, playing with the hair at the back of his head.

“But I know what we could do now. I’m not that tired.”

You took one step closer to him, his lips immediately crashing on yours. His hands slid to your thighs, lifting you up from the floor. Your legs wrapped around his body as Tommy moved you over to your bed, laying you down on it gently.

“Great idea.”, he mumbled against your lips before his hands slid under your nightgown. A moan escaped your lips, and you knew sleep wouldn’t come so soon.

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novasintheroom · 5 months ago

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Tournament - Prince Vash x Reader

A hot day for a tournament. The sun beats down on the backs and necks of attendees, flies buzzing through the air, drawn to the scent of horses and sweat. Fans try to wave away the heat, but people are growing sluggish and red.

You sit under the set-up awning for the royal family and higher nobles. The fan in your hand swats at the air and insects around your face. Drops of sweat streak down your back under your dress. Not for the first time (or the fifth), you wish the tournament would end early. At least then you could return to the relative coolness of the castle.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Highness?” Meryl asks at your side. Bless her, she must notice your slowly deteriorating mood.

“Well enough,” you say. Then, leaning toward her, you whisper, “Prince Vash will make an appearance soon, correct?”

The smile she gives you has you blushing. “Eager to see our prince in action?”

You wave the fan once, twice. “More eager to get out of this heat.”

Meryl hums in agreement, fluttering her own fan for a breeze. Before you, a clattering of armor and weapons. The four combatants wail on each other mercilessly. One goes down with a kick, then the other is hit in the back, a ringing gong as they also fall. The final two warriors circle each other. The first charges, catching the other in a defensive move before throwing them down to the ground. The crowd cheers and whoops, and Millie takes off her helmet to raise it high in triumph. Sweat glistens on her brow, her hair sticking to her face where it has fallen lose of the ponytail she had it in.

You and Meryl cheer loudly for her. You especially ignore the look Nai gives you on the side. Let him disapprove. You would cheer for your new friend if you wanted.

Millie is handed a white rose, and she grins. She hurries over to the sidelines and presents it to Wolfwood, his priest regalia hot under the blazing sun. Nicholas tenses at the presentation but regains his usual smirk, tipping his head in thanks. Millie leans forward with her cheek, and Nicholas presses a quick peck to it – the usual ceremony of being chosen as a tournament victor’s man or lady.

“The prince usually picks a new girl every year to present his rose to,” Meryl comments idly, clapping as Wolfwood pins the rose to his vest. It looks good on him. “I have no doubt he’ll be presenting the rose to you this year, my lady.”

But of course. Even as your stomach clenches in nerves, you know it’s the only proper thing for a husband to do for his wife – unless he has a public mistress. Which, you think, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t…Yet, looking at all the eager young ladies both in the booth and surrounding the grounds, you can’t help but wonder. He certainly has his pick of the bunch if he chooses.

The announcer climbs to his stand again. “We will now begin the archery tournament! First, Lord Hircine of the Red Marshes!” Crowds cheer and girls titter as the first young lord stepped up, fits his bow, and fires at the targets.

So it went for the next twenty minutes. It wasn’t until the very last combatant that the announcer proclaimed: “Prince Vash, of the Kingdom of JuLai!” A ruckus of roars goes up from the attendees, and you straighten your back. Vash steps forward, waving at the crowd and smiling. He looks radiant. This is his place, his people.

A surprise comes out in the form of a horse. Your brows twitch downward. “Ah,” Meryl says, waving a hand, “his trick this year. He’s been talking about how he wants to ‘wow the crowd.’”

“Is that allowed?” You ask.

Meryl shrugs and sighs. “The prince often does what he wants. Besides, riding a horse while shooting in archery makes it harder for him, not easier, so I see no reason not to allow it.”

The crowds murmur as Vash mounts the horse, then kicks it into a trot, then a canter, then a full-blown run around the field. With his bow, he draws back, and fires at the first target. Bullseye. He fires at the second and hits the middle again. People cheer and clap their hands, whooping at Vash as he goes by.

Then, he does something dangerous. He takes his leg over the saddle and rides on the side of the horse, pulling back the short bow and firing a trick shot into the air. Amazing how it lands perfectly centered in the target. He does this again, and again, switching sides on the horse with acrobatic precision when a target gets close. The crowds lose their minds. Even the other combatants shout encouragement at the prince, awed by both his archery and horse-riding skills combined.

You can’t help but stand to watch, leaning against the railing and watching this man, your husband, ride by. The grin on your cheeks hurts. Vash sees you and throws you a salute and grin, even slowing the horse down to blow a quick kiss at you. Cheeky, you think. With a thwack, the final arrow hits the last target. You and Meryl clap vigorously with the people, cheering the show on, even calling out encores.

Vash finishes with a deft dismount in front of the announcer. He gives a low bow to the crowd, who continue to yell and scream out his name. The announcer pats the prince on the back, murmuring something to him. Vash laughs. Taking the prince’s hand, the announcer raises it and says, “With an amazing score of twenty out of twenty targets hit in the center, I pronounce Prince Vash of the kingdom of JuLai this year’s archery winner!”

Everyone cheers. The only person who stays in his seat is Nai, who only claps. Vash is presented with the white rose of a victor, and your stomach clenches in nerves again. He looks around at the crowd, the girls lining the fence and waving him over with kerchiefs and hands. But his gaze lands on you, still standing on the low stage for royalty. His smile is warm, and he trots over to the fence, vaulting it and coming to a stop just a few inches below you.

He hands you the white rose. It is beautiful, and simple, and smells lovely. You give him your shyest smile. Vash grins, and tilts his face, tapping his cheek. Cheeky, you think again, and a rush of defiance overcomes you. You take hold of his chin and press your lips quickly to his – just quick enough to catch him off-guard.

Not quickly enough, though - he still manages to press his lips back, automatic and eager, even if he doesn't realize it. The crowd oohs and cheers. You break the kiss and turn before you can look at him too long; even the girls laugh at the look of shock on their prince’s face.

You head back and sit down in your chair. Vash is still leaning over the railing, eyes wide and cheeks red. You raise your brows. What are you waiting for? Go on. When he doesn't move, Nai clears his throat loudly. Vash shakes himself after a moment and gives you his own shy smile. It turns into a full-blown grin as he turns and shakes his hands in the air for the crowd. They cheer and wave back and call out to him as he makes his way out of the tournament grounds.

Meryl leans over. “Well, now you’ve done it. The crowd will expect that every year from now on.”

Your brows raise again. “Is that not customary here?”

“To kiss your husband publicly? No.” She smiles. “But it may become customary now!”

You feel your own blush crawl up your cheeks. You didn’t expect to break custom with that one action; you just wanted to humble Vash a bit. Nai is full-on glaring at you now. But you hold your head high, taking the scrutinizing gaze of your new people with dignity. You even see a few people shyly kiss their significant other on the lips as they trail away from the fences.

Carefully, you pin the rose to your bodice, right above your heart, and think about your second kiss with your husband. His lips were soft, a bit chapped. You had a long way to go before you did that again. But it still felt nice to break from tradition for a moment.

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elsaellaelys · 1 year ago

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Wandering Hands

Kinktober

summary: JJ forget Y/N's birthday, a massage is the only last minute gift he can come out with.

WARNINGS: 18+, massage kink.

999 words

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader.

a/n: Late, but always here in the end.

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Shit!

JJ thought as she opened the door, failing in trying to hide the guilty look in his eyes.

Double shit!

He remembered, his hands were empty.

"JJ? What a surprise! I thought I wouldn't see you today." she said, leaning in the door frame, a devilish smirk formed in her face, ready to make him feel desperate.

"You crazy? I had to see my birthday girl." he smiled back, open more the door to come inside. She was pissed with the fact that he forgot about her day, she knew it was just JJ after all, but when he called her "his girl"... It made her chest ache a little.

"I know you forgot. Don't try to fool me."

"How could I..."

"JJ. Don't."

"Okay, Alright." JJ raised his hands in surrender. "I woke up hangover and I went to the beach to forget about how shitty I was feeling and it just slipped from my mind." he confessed. "But I swear. The last thing I sober thought about before sleeping was you, and your birthday. We can still do a lot of stuff."

"No, J. It's too late. Plus..." she began, trying to strech her shoulders a bit. "...I'm going out with the girls tonight."

"Oh, come on, you spent the day with them."

"No, it's girls night dinner. Just give me my present and I forgive you."

Triple shit?

He hided his hands in his pockets.

"You didn't brought me a present?" She madly asked.

"Of course I did. It's me! I'm your present!" Y/N furrowed her eyebrows when JJ started to search through her cabinets, collecting snacks. "We gonna have a movie night."

"We have one every Friday, you dork!"

"Dork?" he laughed, making she cross her arms.

"Can you leave it, I wanna sleep a little, I'm tired."

"I can help with that."

"Help me sleep?"

"No, kinda. I can give you massages, to relax you. I'm gonna do it for how long you want." he suggested.

"Free massages?" she asked, he nodded, dragging her to the pull out. "You're kinda rough with massages... I don't know..."

"Come on." he pushed to lay down. "Take off your shirt." he said, her eyes went wide and he laughed. "I won't look. See?" he turned around, taping his eyes with his hands.

Y/N hesitantly took off her shirt. It's okay, it's okay. She repeated to herself over and over. The problem wasn't just that she was half naked in front of her friend, but also, deep inside, maybe not too deep to be hard to find, she was enjoying it. "Okay, go ahead. Just don't punch me." She nervously laughed.

He approached, his hands started to scratch as he thought about touching her back, her pretty tanned soft skin. "Uhm. Do you... have a lotion... or something?"

"In the first cabinet in the bathroom."

JJ tried to hold his thoughts, his feelings, he swore he was trying, but the long breath she let out when he touched her in certain points... Annoyingly made it grow harder and harder, literally.

"Oh, that's good. How'd you got so good at this? Just go a little bit upwards."

JJ laughed, sounding so uneasy to his self JJ that Y/N noticed. "You sounded wrong?"

"What do you mean?" she asked. There was an awkward silence between their voices.

"Like... sexually." he whispered.

Her laugh went loud. "You just have the dirtiest mind."

"Can you blame me?"

Y/N holded a breath, a moan when he pressed her waist, unintentionally, making her cunt squeeze around nothing.

"You still tensed?"

"A bit." she breathed out.

"Can I go lower?"

"Please." Her teeth bit her bottom lip as his hands travelled to the curve of her ass, slowly going to her hips. "Please." She whispered again.

"You sure?"

"I thought you owed me a present."

"Then sit up. This will stay between us, okay?"

She nodded and sitted, boobs free under his gaze. He cursed under his breath, kneeling in front of her, just enough to reach her mouth with his and her inner thighs with his hands. The kiss was needy, desperate almost, Y/N barely cried when he pulled back, but he was quick to replace his mouth in her nipple sucking hardly. She let the moan from the deep of her throat, the one she had been holding in, grasping her hands in his blonde locks she spread her legs open, wishing she was already naked.

"Let's take this off." JJ said breathless, a "Fuck" whisper escaping from his mouth. Her pussy was glistening wet, locking his gaze with hers, he couldn't hold, but dive in her core. Looking in her eyes all time, he was working her wonders through a euphoric search.

How did he learned this? It was like he didn't needed to breath, laping her folds like a starved cat in a milk bow.

"Jesus, Jay, go slow." she begged, but he didn't heard, the sound of her wetness was all in his ears and he continued. Y/N came hard, for him, all under his mercy, merciless, her legs tight around his head, she gripped the velvet couch, calling his name. He entered two fingers inside her clenching cunt and she gasped in overstimulation.

"Now, come on pretty girl, one more." He encouraged her, curving his fingers in her, pumping them in a come here motion. It quickly pushed her to another ending and this time he slowed through her high, unplugging his fingers to collect her juices with his tongue.

"J..."

He thought her taste was just as sweet as her moans, as his name in her moans. She reached for his arms, pulling him on the sofa with her, his jaw was all wet and it made she laugh, cleaning his checks and the tip of his nose, she kissed him.

"I'm gonna tell the girls I not going out anymore."

"Hmm." he whined chasing her lips, but she pulled back again.

"I'm so glad you almost forgot my birthday."

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mothandpidgeon · 1 year ago

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Aunt Flo's First Visit [pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader]

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Pairing: pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: After Sarah gets her first period, Joel is determined to be a supportive parent despite the fact that he doesn't know the first thing about menstruation. But when he goes to the pharmacy to shop for supplies, he finds himself in way over his head.

Words: 2k

Rating: G

Warnings: period stuff and everything that comes with it

a/n: This is really fluffy and a little silly. I saw a tik tok by a menstrual product company about a customer trying to find the right thing for his daughter and it just gave me such Joel energy this happened. I haven't finished any fic in MONTHS because I'm working on my book and that's not finished either so it feels really good to complete something. (If you want to keep up with my publishing journey, I'm mainly documenting it here.) Please enjoy.

Also, I challenged myself to write in present tense bc I never do and I really was struggling so pretend the grammar is all correct. Thank you.

Joel knows how to do a lot of things. He can manage a crew, change a flat tire, and build just about anything. He never considered himself smart by the classical definition but he knows how to make a car battery from scratch despite the fact that he got a C in chemistry.

If somebody had told him a decade ago that he’d one day be paralyzed with fear in the feminine hygiene aisle, he would’ve laughed. But right now, Joel would give all his knowledge along with his left arm if he could just figure out what the hell he ought to buy for his daughter.

He knew this day would come eventually. It’s his own damn fault he never prepared himself. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he must’ve expected Sarah to just know how to handle it. Being a single dad wasn’t a walk in the park but he couldn’t imagine how much harder it would be if Sarah wasn’t so damn self sufficient. Even at 13, she can get herself fed and dressed and off to school without help. Of course she could figure this out on her own.

But Joel was reminded that Sarah’s still just a kid when she finally told him that she’d gotten her period for the very first time. She was so embarrassed to admit it, Joel practically had to drag it out of her.

He was angry with himself. He should’ve been ready, wished that he knew the right words to say. Joel promised himself he would put things right so she wouldn’t feel like she ever had to hide anything from him.

That was a lot easier said than done, he realizes now.

Joel stands in the aisle overwhelmed and confused. Boxes and soft packages in friendly, pastel colors stare at him from the shelves. He’s never spent much time with the feminine hygiene products, not unless he was scooting by them to pick up a little carton from the family planning section. He hasn’t bothered to learn about that stuff. Women’s stuff. He’s not disgusted by menstruation, isn’t afraid of it. It’s just one of those things he never had to deal with.

Without Sarah’s mom, though, he’s had to figure out plenty of girl things. He can remember the lesson on managing Sarah’s curls from the kind woman at the hair salon. Names of Shampoos and oils that felt foreign were now routine and he’s mastered using the combs and clips that looked more intimidating than some of his power tools. But he struggled for a good long while before that kind stylist took pity on him.

And here he is again, flying blind into the female whirlwind.

There’s so many options on the shelf. Words like HEAVY and gentle and sport. And the prices. Christ! He thought the hair stuff was expensive.

Joel’s head is spinning but he has to get it together. He’d vowed long ago that he would be Dad and Mom too. That’s what his daughter deserves.

Just a year ago, he hovered outside of the dressing room at the mall as Sarah tried on training bras.

“Did you find one? You were in there for a while,” he said when she emerged.

“Dad,” she replied in that tone she was using more and more often, the one that told him to shut up.

It isn’t the changes to her body that scare him, all of the subtle ways she’s becoming less familiar. His little girl is growing up and he mourns her childhood. It won’t be long before she’s driving, going off to college. Maybe she’ll have a daughter of her own but Joel hopes she’ll wait longer than he did, have a chance to make a life for herself.

Speaking of which, he realizes he’s going to have to sit her down for a real talk about boys next. He better get ready for that one. Explaining where babies come from hadn’t been too difficult. Condoms and venereal diseases are a whole different ball game. Teenage boys are gremlins– he’d know– and Sarah’s so smart and pretty, she’s going to have to be careful.

Joel doesn’t know how long he’s been staring at the shelves when a woman appears in the aisle, another shopper. She’s got her keys looped around a finger, headed straight for the tampons, her flip flops smacking against the bottoms of her feet. Joel has a box in his hands. He doesn’t even know what he’s picked up, it’s just got the least intimidating packaging and the price is reasonable. He can’t help but catch the woman’s eye and the look she gives him is a little wary. It must be obvious that he’s out of his depths. But she gives a polite, tight lipped smile and proceeds to ignore him as she approaches the pantheon of period products.

He watches as her eyes dart around the shelves and quickly she makes a selection, plucking up a box clad with pink and purple silhouettes. So easy. Well, it must be easy for her. He wonders how many times she’s visited this part of the pharmacy, if her mother brought her to the store when she was Sarah’s age and showed her all the options.

His free hand fidgets at his side and he swallows dryly. He feels like an idiot but he reminds himself that he’s got to do this. For Sarah. The woman is already half way back to the end of the aisle by the time he’s found his voice.

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“Excuse me, miss. Could I trouble you for a second?” you hear from the man behind you.

You turn around, confused, but there’s nobody else that he could be talking to. Here you thought you could get in and out quickly. You’re cranky and tired and all day you’ve had toe curling cramps. It hits you like a ton of bricks every month. All you want to do is get home to your couch to watch some crappy reality tv.

But this lumberjack of a man– broad shoulders wrapped in a flannel shirt– is giving you puppy dog eyes. You’ve never been hit on while holding a box of Tampax Pearl but there’s a first time for everything.

“I apologize. This is real awkward,” he says, rubbing at the back of his neck with a big hand. “I’m trying to get something for my daughter but I’m a little lost.”

His voice is warm and sweet and he’s handsome as hell but you keep your distance.

“Didn’t she tell you what to get?” you ask.

His expression grows even more bashful and his voice lowers.

“I’m afraid it’s, uh…well, it’s new territory for both of us,” he admits.

You can’t help the sympathetic smile that forms on your lips. Some poor preteen girl just got welcomed into the cruel arms of womanhood. It will be all downhill from here. Wild mood swings, angry breakouts, blood leaking through her favorite pair of pants. At least, it seems, she’s got her dad on her side. It takes a lot of balls for a guy to pick up a box of tampons let alone stop a stranger and ask for help.

You’d like to tell him that you’re too busy to help– you can hear your Haagen Dazs calling you all the way from the freezer– but you at least owe it to this kid to help him out.

“What’ve you got?” you ask, nodding towards the powder blue box in his grasp. It looks so little in his big hand. You walk back towards him and take a look. “Oh. Nice try but I wouldn’t go with that.”

He regards his choice again. It’s kind of adorable, the way the corners of his mouth frown as he squints at the words on the front. “What’s wrong with these?” His words aren’t defensive, he’s genuinely curious.

“Tampons can be pretty tricky when you’re that age. And those don’t even come with an applicator,” you explain. You remember trying to use a tampon that first time. You’d never put anything up there before and it stung like hell.

“Applicator?” His brows furrow and you can see fear in his brown eyes.

“So you can put it…in,” you tell him and motion with your finger, jabbing your pointer upwards.

His cheeks go pink. Ears too. You try to suppress a giggle as his brain short circuits for a second. His throat works as he swallows and places the box back on the shelf— gingerly, like it might explode.

“Which are the ones that don’t…go inside?” he asks.

It’s impossible to keep from grinning.

“Pads,” you say.

He nods.

You choose a package and place it in his hands. It’s a multipack, everything from light to heavy, and no wings so she doesn’t feel like she’s wearing a diaper.

“Try this,” you say. “She might not like them. It takes some trial and error.”

He reads over the circle in the corner that claims it’s 100% Leak Free! You can see he’s still overwhelmed but he’s far less nervous. He really is good looking and you have to wonder how he doesn’t have a woman in his life to help him out.

“This many?” he asks.

“She might need more.” You shrug. “Just stay away from the scented ones. And you have Tylenol at home?”

“I think so.”

“How about a heating pad?”

He shakes his head.

“Go get one,” you advise.

He blows out air and then steels himself with a nod, ready to face the red menace.

“I’m awfully grateful for your help,” he says and you can tell by the look on his face, he means that.

You feel your own cheeks heat.

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Joel ends up behind her in the checkout line after securing an electric heating pad and grabbing an extra bottle of Motrin.

“What do you think?” he asks, showing her what he picked.

“Good job,” she tells him. Her smile is tinged with amusement but his chest still swells with pride. Maybe he’s not such a failure of a father after all.

Now that he’s less bewildered, Joel can’t help but notice how pretty this woman is. She’s dressed for comfort without any make up as far as he can tell but that smile and the kindness in her eyes is what does it for him. If they met under different circumstances, maybe he’d try to flirt. Not that he’s had the opportunity to practice recently. It’s for the best, though. There’s absolutely no way the combination of bumbling idiot, single parent, and menstruation makes for a romantic connection. Besides he’s here on an errand for his daughter.

Joel tries to keep his eyes from wandering over her as the teenager behind the register rings her up, the pink box and two bags of M&Ms. She gives Joel one last smile before leaving the store.

He thought he might feel embarrassed buying nothing but period supplies but he’s too busy thinking about how helpful she was. Sarah would just about die from mortification if he told her a complete stranger gave him a crash course in maxi pads. He chuckles to himself.

“Hey!” someone calls as Joel approaches his truck.

It’s her, the woman from the pharmacy, crossing the parking lot. Joel smooths his hair.

“These are for her,” she says, handing him one of her bags of candy. “Chocolate helps.”

Joel gives a soft laugh as he weighs the M&Ms in his hand. “That I knew,” he says.

“And, uh, here,” she tells him, holding out the long receipt.

Joel takes the paper. On the back she’s scribbled her name and phone number.

“You know, I don’t know. I just thought– if she has any questions. Or maybe if you do,” she says, shrugging. She’s much less confident now than she was in front of that endless selection of menstrual products. It’s cute and makes Joel feel a little less like an idiot for the way he was fumbling a few minutes ago.

“I owe you one,” he says.

She shakes her head. “Just be patient,” she warns. “She’s gonna be a bitch but don’t take it personally.”

Joel grins.

“You’re a good dad,” she tells him and he doesn’t know how to respond to that.

She’s already backing away towards her car and waves again.

Joel looks at her number, once again finding something he doesn’t know. He’d give his left arm to figure out how soon is too soon to call.

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fever-project · 9 months ago

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Royal Pains of Uncertainty

@breannasfluff’s Finish the Prompt LU style - Angst

In bold is what Breanna wrote for the prompt. The rest is my own writing. I’m used to only writing in past tense so it was a fun challenge to write in present tense. Making Wild be a bit self-deprecating in this for the extra layer of angst. Also a lot of repetition. And yelling. I am also not used to writing angst. Everyone makes up in the end because I cannot write sad endings for anything.

The crack of an open palm on a face has Wild whipping around. Legend clutches his cheek, already blooming red, and Hyrule lets his hand fall. His fists are balled to his side and his chest heaves.

The two were in an argument before this that was rapidly growing more heated, but what could have led to this? Hyrule usually comes across as meek compared to the others on the Chain.

Yet Legend is shrinking into himself, like something the traveler said hurt him more than the slap.

“What happened?” Wild asks as he joins them. What could Legend have done to make Hyrule so upset?

Hyrule opens his mouth to answer before shutting it in an instant. He huffs, clenching his hands even harder as he whips around, stomping off towards the edge of the camp.

“Hey, Hyrule-Link, Wait!” Wild shouts out,but Hyrule ignores him. The traveler sits down against a tree, burying his head in his knees, gripping them tightly.

Wild looks over at Legend, the pained look he had now gone, replaced with a blank stare as his hand lightly grazes his hurt cheek. Legend suddenly straightens up, looking off into the quarter distance. Wild thinks about reaching out to him, but his hand likely would’ve gotten slapped away anyways.

Legend inhales sharply and shakily, softly cupping his own cheek and walking silently towards the center of the camp. He sits down on one of the logs and buries his face in his hands.

Wild was now alone, a few mushrooms in hand. He was just scavenging for them, wanting to make something nice for the three of them. The others had gone out to investigate a nearby dungeon, the three of them staying behind to keep an eye out for anything suspicious. They all promised to make sure that nothing bad would happen between the three of them.

And look at what happened when Wild broke that promise. He’d just tuned the other two out when they started arguing, because it’s not like it would lead to anything big right? Wild was a fool. He knows this well. He’s the greatest fool out of the group, surely.

That didn’t make it so he couldn’t fix the mess he could’ve stopped, however.

Food is the key to heart, as they say, and Wild already has some mushrooms quite literally in his hands, so he should make food with it, like he planned to. He also happens to have some rock salt in his Sheikah Slate. Salt-grilled mushrooms it is then!

Walking over to the cooking pot that was thankfully already set up, Wild gets to work, humming all the while. He notices Legend looking at him over to his left from the nearby log, head slightly upturned and eyes peaking through his fingers. His eyes were red and wet, clearly having been crying. A lot. Crying so quietly that even the moss he was sitting upon couldn’t have heard him. A skill no one should have to master, yet there Legend was. Wild’s heart stung at the sight, so he gave the veteran a little wave and smile to cheer him up, even only slightly, but the veteran immediately hid his face again.

Wild sighs and turns back to his food. He was a fast cook and this was such a simple dish, so he was almost done already. Looking up and over to where Hyrule is, he was still in the same position, but his head was up and looking away from the camp. Was he crying as well? Quietly as well? Was it a skill well mastered between the two? What had happened between them? Before all of this even? Who was in the wrong and who was in the right? Why did they have to be crying so quietly?

Well, Wild was definitely in the wrong for not paying attention to the other heroes. That was on him. But what in Hylia’s good name are they even fighting about? It was frustrating for him, to not know what was going on between his friends. His crying, heartbroken friends.

But now it was food time.

“Heeeey there Leggy boy,” Wild coos out to his nearby comrade. Said comrade looks up at Wild in confusion, a vague effigy of a smirk on his face. “Wanna have some salty shrooms? That have been grrriiiled?” The oddness of Wild’s current way of speaking makes Legend smirk even more, which was the intended outcome. Sometimes, random is funny. Sometimes.

“Yeah,” Legend answers as his voice cracks, “That’s fine, thanks.”

“No problem friendo,” Wild gives Legend a nice, hot plate of salt-grilled mushrooms. He prepares a plate for himself and a plate for Hyrule. There was a little extra, still in the pot, which was all going down Wild’s throat, obviously.

Holding onto Hyrule’s plate, Wild stands up and calls out to the pouting Link. He knows he was pouting because when the traveler turned around, he was indeed pouting. Hyrule says nothing and does nothing after that. Just blinks blankly at him. With his red, wet eyes.

Wild tries to call out to Hyrule again, taking a few steps towards him, “Heya Rules, you what else rules?” No reaction. “Food! Want some salt-grilled mushrooms? They’re salty~”

Hyrule mumbles something back before looking away. This was going to be harder than he thought.

“Mister traveler,” Wild speaks in a singsongy voice, continuing to walk closer, “it’s eating time~. You need lots of food to grow big and strong~”

More mumbling from Hyrule. A bit louder this time, but Wild still has no idea what he’s saying. Wild groans. He gets even closer.

“I guess you just like acting like a big baby, don’t you?” Wild jokingly scoffs, “And here I thought you were an adult-“

“SHUT UP!” Hyrule screams, whipping his head around. His face is contorted with rage, glaring eyes seething with a rage Wild had never seen from his friend before. Directed at him before. The fury was short lived, Hyrule’s face almost immediately turning into one of regret. But the image was now burned into Wild’s mind, a clear, permanent picture.

Hyrule turns away from him again, the mumbled sorry I’m so sorry he repeats on and on reaching Wild’s ears. But Wild can’t get himself to say anything back. Opening and closing his mouth like a dying fish. A foolish fish that managed to beach himself on a single piece of sand in the middle of the ocean.

Wild’s face was hot. His hands hurt from how tightly he’s clutching what’s supposed to be Hyrule’s plate. Food, food’s the answer to everything. Yes, Wild just needed to make more food. He was the cook of the group. He’s the cook, yes. That’s what’s he good at, cooking, cooking food. The answer to everything. The key to the heart.

Wild walks back to the cooking pot. He sets the plate off to the side and eats his own food, both on his own plate and from the pot. It needs it to be empty after all, if he wanted to make more food. The mushrooms are good, but they were more salty than usual. He can’t see them that well, but that was okay. Food is the key to the heart, and healer of the soul. Wild continues to eat. He’s a quick eater. He’s finished in no time. He’s still hungry.

An angry shout erupted from the left of Wild. Legend throws himself off of the log, and as Wild rubbed his blurry eyes, he could still see the veteran’s furious face as clear as day. But he wasn’t angry at him, no, thankfully no. Legend stomps over to Hyrule, hunched slightly forward, hands clenched into fists. Hyrule shot up, a less angry look on his face, fear and unease filling in for where the rest of the anger would’ve gone.

“You’re a fucking jackass, you know that?” Legend spits at Hyrule, jabbing his finger into the traveler’s chest. Hyrule sputters, anger consuming the fear that had previously held its space.

“You’re the jackass here!” Hyrule shoots back, “You’re the one who started all of this!”

“You know what? Yeah, I did, I know that DAMN WELL!” Legend grips onto Hyrule’s tunic, “At least I wasn’t the one to make Wild CRY! YOU DID!” No, they can’t fight now, Wild didn’t get to make his food, his great food, the key to the soul food. Hyrule’s tearing up, Legend’s tearing up, it’s all Wild’s fault.

No.

No no no.

He can fix things. He was going to fix things.

With a soft, quiet voice, Wild starts to speak, “Al-“ his voice cracks, “Alright you two, break-“ he coughs, “-break it up.”

The two don’t hear him, it seems, as Hyrule begins to snap back. Wild doesn’t want to hear it. He can’t hear his friends be so angry at each and not even know why.

Hyrule shoves Legend away, hard. He stumbles back, surprise quickly being overtaken by even more anger. Hyrule starts to yell, “Well, YOU’RE a DAMNED asshole who-“

“BOTH OF YOU! SHUT! UP!” Wild screams, jumping up and accidentally snapping his wooden plate in half in his rage. It was fine, he had more plates. Sky’s okay with making more plates. Wild had no more patience for these two, however. His throat hurts. Yet he continues, “I am SICK! TIRED! Of the two of you acting like THIS!” The other two flinch in fear, their anger for each gone, albeit temporarily.

Wild was fixing things. Wasn’t he? He had to be, he’s going to fix things.

“Look, I don’t know what bullshit you two were spewing at each other, but can’t you two at least TRY to talk things out like GOSH. DAMN. REASONABLE PEOPLE?!” His throat hurts, his cheeks hurts, he was hurting. But not as much as his friends were hurting. He’s going to fix things.

“This isn’t cute, this isn’t a funny little hoo-ha, people are angry, people are sad, because you two! Who just…can’t be a degree of CALM! Do you understand what I’m saying? Do you?!”

They both nod, but they don’t seem to really understand. Wild is so very frustrated. He hates being so frustrated. He’s going to fix things. He has to.

“Alright, the both of you are going to sit down, right now.” The two shuffle in place, nervously unmoving. Why. Why are they like this? “You two don’t have to sit together, just sit the FUCK DOWN!” Now they rush to their seats, on logs opposite to each other, Legend to his left, Hyrule to his right.

Wild sighs, sitting down and rubbing his temples. He speaks in soft voice like before, so he wouldn’t hurt his throat any further, “I’m sorry for yelling at you two,” he looks at the both of them, who both refuse to look at each other, “And for being rude and mean to the both of you. I shouldn’t have done that, I just-I had felt like I wouldn’t be heard if I didn’t. I was worried someone would get hurt.” Hyrule recoils in on himself, hugging his knees in shame. No, he can’t let them get sad. Food. The key to the heart.

“Alright!” Wild claps his hands, “You pouting mcpout are going to eat your…” Wild looks up at the sky, deeming it to be almost nighttime, “…dinner. Yes, dinner. Leg’, did you finish you dinner?”

“N-no, I haven’t,” Legend responds in a similarly soft voice, “I’ll…I’ll do that now.”

“Good! Now Hyrule,” Wild shoves Hyrule’s plate at him, holding it in place until the traveler finally straightens up and takes it. “Make sure you eat up! And after this, you’ll get to have some cake! Carrot cake! Cake that’s made from carrots.” Wild gives them both a deranged smile as he happily waves his hands as he goes on about carrot cakes. He feels a bit loony right now, loony and tired. He’s not even sure why he suggested carrot cake, but that’s what he’s making now. Carrot cake.

Some Endura carrots, goat butter, cane sugar, and Tabantha wheat. For cake, carrot cake-

“I’m going ducking insane,” Wild groans, running his hands down his face.

“Ducking?” Legend scoffs lightly, a soft smile on his tear-stained face.

“I think I’ve sworn too much today,” Wild shifts into a thinking pose, “Swearing too much can devalue the feelings swearing can bring.”

“Philosophy’s fun,” Hyrule mumbles as he eats.

“Don’t talk with you mouth full huU-ugh, no, I can’t say that,” Wild says as he puts the ingredients into the pot, “I sound too much like a mom.”

“Yeah, you’re not Sky,” Legend teases. They all get a good laugh out of that. A long moment of silence occurs between the three of them after that. It’s not a bad silence, but it’s not really comfortable either. Nevertheless, Wild gets to cooking. He hums the same old tune he’d always hum. He doesn’t remember why this tune was the one he always defaulted to. Was it important to him before, all those years ago? Maybe once this is over, all of this is over, Zelda would tell him. But that was a long way aways from now. Now, he was making cake for his friends. Carrot cake. He wouldn’t be able to eat this cake for a while after this. Or probably any cakes. Or carrots.

“I think I’m starting to dislike c-words,” Wild mumbles aloud, “They’re making me loose my mind.”

“Do you...” Hyrule trails off a bit, plate almost empty now, “Do you want to make something else?”

“Nope. I’m making…this, and then we’re each going to eat a third of it cut into threes, and then you two will talk through you problems. Like adults.” The last word comes out harsher than he intended, but the two didn’t react much, Hyrule continues to eat his food and Legend sits politely, plate clean, awaiting cake.

Wild tries to empty his mind before he does something bad to the food before him.

Wild cheers when the cake is finally done. He makes grabby hands at his fellow heroes’ plates, much to their collective amusement. Legend gives him his plate first, receiving three slices of cake, as promised. Hyrule next, receiving his third of the cake.

“I would’ve given ya one slice at a time, but then I’d probably eat the rest of it,” Wild laughed, scratching the back of his head. Chuckles came from the other two, who then focus on their respective plates of foods. Wild focus on his. His stomach churns as he begrudgingly eats the slices, one by one, slower than he normally would. He still finishes far before the other two.

Wild rests his head on his knees, closing his eyes. The small fire underneath the pot encourages him to sleep. Fire always made him sleepy. But he couldn’t sleep yet, he needed to fix things.

No. He didn’t need to fix things. They had to fix things. The ones who were arguing. Wild can nudge and prod them all he wants, but only they could make things right with each other.

He slows his breath. He relaxes his limbs. He’s wide awake, but his friends don’t know that. To them, Wild’s sleeping soundly. He hears the sounds of wooden utensils cutting through the soft cake, scratching the wooden plate. Sounds of them chewing and swallowing food, of their shoes’ slight movements against the short grass, of the soft breeze that barely moves their hair. A few minutes pass before anyone speaks.

“Legend,” Hyrule speaks up, “I’m…I’m sorry.”

Legend inhales, sharply, before speaking back, “Don’t be. We both know I started this.”

“But still-“ Hyrule pauses after his volume starts to increase, and Wild feels his worried gaze cast upon him. Hyrule lowers his voice, “Still, I went too far. We both know this.”

“You didn’t go far enough,” the words tumbled out of Legend’s, a sharp inhale stopping more from coming out. A few more breaths, and he continues, “I shouldn’t have said you weren’t worthy of a throne.”

A throne? Wild doesn’t move, but he yearns to inch forward, to perk up his ears. But they don’t need him right now, he’s done enough.

“I don’t even know why I asked you that,” Hyrule sighs, “I just suddenly remembered something …and want to ask you about it I guess.”

“…What did you remember?”

“I…there’s something that Impa, my Impa said at the start of my second adventure,” Hyrule takes a deep breath, in and out, “she said her and her family have been ‘waiting for a great king to come’ for generations, to save Princess Zelda.”

“So you feel pressured to be that great king?”

“A bit, a bit yeah. I…know I’ll be a king, eventually. I uh, really like…Zelda.”

“Oh. Ah. Now is not the right time for teasing.”

“I can tell by your face that you really want to,” Hyrule giggles, “but yeah, that’s…why I was concerned about being a king.”

“And you came to me.”

“Well…I figured you’d know more than Wild,” very true, Wild knows nothing about this stuff, “so I wanted to ask you. Because I…trust you.”

A long silence passes between them. Wild wants to speak up, but he can’t. He’ll mess everything up if he does.

“You…” Legend starts, “No, no I shouldn’t say you shouldn’t trust me. That’s not my choice to decide.”

“…I still trust you, you know that?”

“…I trust you too.”

Another long silence. Happier now.

“I’m a prince,” Legend drops out of nowhere. Well it felt like it was out of nowhere, and Hyrule and Wild couldn’t stop themselves from yelling.

“What?!” The two shout in unison, Hyrule yelping at Wild.

“You-you’re awake?!” Legend asks, befuddled.

“Ha ha, yeah, barely,” Wild awkwardly smiles at the other two, “Bold of you to assume I was asleep. You know I snore.” He only snores sometimes, but that wasn’t important. “Anyways, you’re a prince? How that happen?”

Legend looks over at Wild, then at Hyrule, back and forth a few times before sighing.

“Zelda’s my half sister,” Legend said plainly, “I know the trails, and the tribulations that royalty have to go through. I’ve been through some of those things, but I’m grateful that I don’t have to. I just-“ Legend huffs out a small sob, not quick enough at covering his mouth. Hyrule tries to reach out to him, but Wild stops him. He shakes his head softly, ‘not yet’ his eyes tell the traveler. He nods back, retracting his hand and they both await Legend’s next words with bated breath.

“I don’t want you to go through all that pain. And you know me, I’m snarky, I’m the mean, rude one, I’m not good at sentimentality,” Legend runs his hands through his hair, “That’s why I just-waved you off and got so angry when you kept insisting on being a king. I said a lot of hurtful things I clearly shouldn’t have. I’m sorry Hyrule, I really, really am.”

“It’s okay Legend,” Hyrule smile softly at him, “I forgive you. It’s okay you got angry, I understand why you got angry. I know I shouldn’t have gotten angry.”

“No no, you definitely deserved to be angry Rules-“

“I didn’t deserve to HIT you!” Hyrule shouts, throwing his hands up in the air before running them over his face, “I hit you, you never deserved that.”

To both the surprise of both Hyrule and Wild, Legend starts to laugh maniacally at this.

“Sorry, sorry, I just-it’s fine. Don’t worry about it Rulie,” Legend smiles at Hyrule.

“I think you’re downplaying this a bit,” Wild interrupts, to his own surprise, “Even if you don’t care, Hyrule here definitely does.”

“But it’s fine-“

“I don’t think it’s fine!” Hyrule also interrupts him, “We’re not supposed to hit each other because of things like this! You can say you forgive me or don’t-that’s okay, but don’t tell me not to worry about when you’rethe one who got hurt. You just don’t want me to worry about you!”

Legend looks surprised at this outburst, before laughing yet again. Calmer now, gentler.

“Yeah, you’re right. I don’t want you to worry. I don’t like people having to worry about me, or having to worry about others.”

“Well, that’s too bad,” Hyrule says in such a way that makes the other two laugh. He laughs too, whether or not he understands why doesn’t matter. “Are you feeling okay Legend, does it still hurt?”

“Of course not, I’m fine-“

“But are you reeeeaaallllyy fine?” Wild dramatically learns over to Legend, who snickers before playfully shoving Wild away.

“Yes, I’m fine, really. It doesn’t even sting anymore. Hyrule’s not that strong.”

“H-hey!” Hyrule’s cheeks turn pink as he pouts. They all laugh.

The tense atmosphere that was here before was now long gone. Things were back to the happy way they were before, with a few more lessons learned.

The stars smile at them as Wild pulls them all into a group hug.

#legend of zelda #linked universe #lu wild #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu triple threat #lu fanfiction #lu ftp #idk how to do angst. did I get it right?#I probably messed up the tense a few times in here. I noticed at least one that I fixed when I posted this on here lol #typically I don’t really care for leg being siblings with fable but I felt like it would fit pretty good for this #over three thousand words heck yeah #writing fever

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trilobitepunch · 3 months ago

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月食 - Gesshoku - Lunar Eclipse - Part I

"San…? Sannan, you still with me?"

Sannan blinked, pulling his thoughts into the present. He'd been drifting again. That buzz in the back of his mind had been growing, refusing to be ignored. It made it harder to think, harder to concentrate.

He suppressed a grimace, turning his head towards his brother beside him. The space between them had shrunk in these past few hours, and although Jinan did an admirable job at keeping it from showing on his face, Sannan was sure he'd heard a little anxiousness creep into his voice just then.

"I'm here, Jin," he reassured, slowing his steps to match his brother's pace. The other had started out ahead of him, but as the sinking sun began to bathe the world in warmer, rosy hues, Jinan had started to lag behind.

They should have been home by now. They really should have been home a couple of days before, but it had seemed like ever since they'd set out to return from what should have otherwise been a routine mission, they'd been hindered left and right by obstacles. Random encounters with hostile yōkai, a rockslide that had completely taken out the mountain path and forced them to pick their way through the forests. Part of him had suspected that it couldn't all have been by chance, and as the day crept towards night, Sannan felt less and less at ease about the situation.

Tonight, the moon would vanish.

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His nerves seemed to spark with every little stimulus; the snap of a twig underfoot or a branch in passing, an errant leaf brushing past his arm, a bird calling in the distance. Jinan had pulled his hood over his head, walking so closely to his brother that every other step brought him into a near collision. But he was fine with this, because it just confirmed that Sannan was still there with him, and for his part, Sannan didn't complain.

Anxiously peering past the edge of his hood, Jinan eyed the ever darkening skies from what he could see at the fringes of the treeline. They'd been hugging the mountainside ever since their path had been diverted into the woods, looking for the next opportunity to return to higher ground. Jinan suspected that there wasn't any, and the detour was not making their situation any better.

We won't make it, he shivered, pulse quickening at the thought. We won't make it we won't make it, it'll be night soon and we won't be anywhere near home…

He almost jumped when Sannan's hand closed over his wrist. His brother hadn't looked at him, but Jinan was well aware that his brother's senses somehow tended to sharpen even more during times like these. It was…frightening, in a way, but it was also a comfort, because Jinan knew that Sannan would never leave him alone.

Sannan had said less and less as they'd progressed. While that in itself was nothing new, the silence around him was completely different, a silence of expectation, that tense quiet in which one seemed to be waiting for something to happen. He perked at every sound, head cocking at noises even Jinan hadn't perceived, which hadn't helped to soothe his rapidly fraying nerves. Behind him his tail remained in constant motion, a slow, deliberate sway like a fish navigating waters.

"...we'll need to shelter."

It had been long enough that Sannan's voice sounded a little hoarse once he'd spoken up, and Jinan caught a glimpse of his brother's face and the brief flicker of worry with it. The thought of them sheltering out here was unreasonably terrifying to him, and this time when Jinan did step closer to his twin, he didn't try to avoid contact, drawing what comfort he could from it. Under normal circumstances Sannan would shove him away, but here he brought his free arm up and around his brother's shell, hand resting on Jinan's shoulder. The contact had broken whatever spell of distraction had been plaguing him these last couple of miles, Sannan finally looking at Jinan. He wasn't completely gone, not yet.

"Just one night," he said, and Jin knew that Sannan was trying to convince himself just as much. Not entirely convinced himself, he could only nod back. This was basic survival. They knew how to do this. They just…never had to do so when they were going to inevitably be compromised.

Sannan gave his brother's shoulder a faint squeeze, saying nothing more, but there was something in his expression, attempted reassurance, maybe. Jinan swallowed, reaching a clawed hand up to clasp over his brother's. This was ridiculous. He was the older one, he should be the one who was comforting and protecting, not the other way around. But he'd felt the brief tremble of his brother's hand. How easy it was to forget that he wasn't the only one who was terrified of what was to come. After all, he wasn't the only one who would lose a vital part of himself, and right now, they were all they had for support.

"...do you think tōsan's looking for us..?" Jinan asked quietly as they started to walk again, trying his best to keep an eye out for any promising space that they could use as Sannan did the same.

"Undoubtedly," Sannan replied.

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#rottmnt #rottmnt bound by the light of the moon #rottmnt bbtlotm #rottmnt edo au

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vickiee-mcmuffin · 1 year ago

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Hi hi, I'm glad you're back, and I'm happy your requests are open. I've never submitted one before, so here it goes. Would you be ok doing a smut request where the reader is younger and a virgin? Stephen is the one to take her virginity.

Do what you want with this, and I hope this idea isn't silly. Anyways, thank you, and can't wait to see what you do with this.

What are friends for

Word count: 3.2k

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader

Trope: Explicit smut (18+ Warning, Minors DNI)

A/N: Thanks for the request, I hope you like this. Leave a follow if you want to see more content like this. :)

You had first met Stephen Strange when you arrived at Kamar Taj to learn about the mystic arts just over a year ago. Stephen had offered to take you under his wing, promising to train you every day and help you learn new skills.

Stephen seemed to like your attitude and how determined you were to learn and push yourself to your limits. Despite some days being harder than others, you liked how Stephen helped you improve with every lesson. He believed in you when you didn’t even believe in yourself. He was the best teacher you could have asked for. Even if his arrogance got in the way sometimes, you still would have never asked for anyone else but Stephen.

Over the months your fairly normal teacher-student relationship turned into a real friendship, and pretty soon you had gained Stephen’s trust. You knew that he truly believed in you when one day he asked you if you would take care of the New York Sanctum. It would be during the times when he was away on lengthy missions. You, of course, agreed. You soon found yourself being given a designated room to stay at the Sanctum permanently.

Your relationship with Stephen was perfect, and nothing ever got in the way of your friendship… except for one thing. You were young and at an age where you were horny and desperate to get laid, and being around Stephen didn’t help your urges either. Yes, you found him attractive. And who could blame you?

There were days when you found yourself staring at him as he trained in nothing but his burgundy robes, your eyes following his every movement. A familiar ache would be present every time you watched him, and your mind would often be clouded with thoughts of how his strong arms would feel wrapped around you as he took you.

You tried repeatedly to shake those thoughts away, because you knew how inappropriate it was to think such things for a man that was twenty years older than you. And it wasn’t just that: he was also your teacher, and having those thoughts about your teacher could get you kicked out of Kamar Taj.

There was no way you could ever come back to Kamar Taj if those secrets were ever revealed to any of the masters, and you didn’t want that. You also didn’t want to risk never seeing Stephen again and him knowing the truth about how you felt about him. What if he thought you were weird for having a crush on him? The thought always made you wince.

But you did have a plan to try and relieve your urges for Stephen. You had signed up for a dating website to try and match with guys around your age. Some of the guys you matched with were cute and caught your attention, and you found yourself skipping your training classes to go and meet them. It was usually pretty easy to hang out with them because you could just open a portal to your chosen meeting spot. But you soon realised your plan wasn’t going to work out…

You would end up having rough make out sessions with each guy you matched with, but it never went any further. When one of your dates did try and touch you, you instantly became tense and uncomfortable. You often found yourself pushing them away, telling them you wanted to go home. You wanted to understand why you felt that way. Was it because you knew the truth? The truth being you wanted Stephen to be the one to make you his, because you trusted him more than anyone else…

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It was late one evening and you had just returned to the Sanctum after another failed attempt to get laid. You had yet again matched with a guy who was your age. The plan had been to meet up with him and go back to his place. It was going well and you had engaged in an intense make out session when you finally got back to his apartment. But as soon as he touched your leg, his hand squeezing at your thigh, you instantly pulled away. You felt it: that familiar sensation of being uncomfortable and turned off. That was when you got up and decided to leave his apartment without uttering a single word.

You just didn’t feel comfortable with any of those guys touching you, and you had finally come to realise what you wanted. You wanted someone you trusted to take you, and that person was Stephen. But you knew it would never happen. He was two decades older than you and you were just friends. Nothing more. You realised that you just needed to face up to the harsh truth and accept it already, but you knew it wouldn’t be easy.

You put on some pyjamas and hit your mattress with a sigh when you made it to your room. You just wanted to get some sleep and forget everything that had happened with your date. But you were soon disturbed when you heard a light knocking at your door.

“Come in,” you called out. The door opened and you instantly sat up, smiling when you saw Stephen entering your room. He was dressed in pyjamas.

He sent you a smile in return before closing your door. He moved and joined you on your bed, sighing once he was comfortable. You wondered what was on his mind. “Y/N,” he started, “I know it’s late, but I’ve come to talk to you because I’ve noticed you’ve been skipping your training classes. What’s going on?”

As soon as the question left his mouth, you were met with an awkward silence as you looked down at your covers. You were trying to put together a decent and convincing response.

“I’ve just not been feeling well,” you lied, hoping Stephen would buy your answer.

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. I know that’s not the case. Tell me, what’s going on?”

You sighed at his response, gutted he didn’t believe your lie. You didn’t want to tell him the truth. It was embarrassing, especially for your teacher to hear.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s embarrassing, anyways,” you told him.

Stephen put his hand on your shoulder, and you looked up at him slowly, being met with his kind eyes. “It does matter to me. You’re not just my student, Y/N, you’re my best friend. Please tell me. I promise I won’t judge or mention it to anyone else. I’m sure whatever it is, I’ve heard it before.”

You took a deep breath before finally telling him the truth. “I’ve been going on dates with guys. I’ve been trying desperately…” You paused, shaking your head, but a little nudge on the shoulder from Stephen made you continue. “I’ve just been trying to find someone to hook up with. I’ve met up with several guys around my age, convinced I will sleep with them, but whenever one of them touches me, I tense up and become super uncomfortable.” You then stared at Stephen, watching him taking in all that you had just told him. “I know it’s stupid,” you confessed, hoping Stephen would come back with a response.

“It’s not stupid,” Stephen finally said. “Do you know why you feel this way?”

“I think I do,” you told him.

“You know… I think I do, too.”

There was a long moment of silence after Stephen said that, and you wondered what his next move would be.

You gasped when you felt one of Stephen’s big hands on your thigh, squeezing at your flesh softly. It was an odd feeling, but it wasn’t an unwelcome one. You didn’t feel uncomfortable or tense like you did when your dates touched you like that. You were curious if Stephen did truly know why you felt that way. You wanted him to tell you.

“Tell me,” you whispered to him softly.

Stephen moved closer to you, his warm breath on your skin sending a shiver down your spine, as he whispered in your ear. “It’s because you want someone you trust to be your first. Not just some random guy you met online. You want someone you know to take care of you.”

You let out a whine as he moved his face away from you, and you wanted to jump on him and kiss him, but you were scared. You wanted him so bad, but what if someone found out? What if someone caught you?

“Do you want me to be your first?” Stephen offered. “Do you want me to take care of you?”

“I… Yes, I really do, Stephen,” you told him. “But we shouldn’t really be doing this. What if someone finds out?”

“No one has to know, and no one will if you keep this a secret. Our little secret.”

As soon as Stephen said that, you pounced, meeting his lips in a wild and passionate kiss. He kissed you back with just as much eagerness, his hands on you as he pulled you into his lap. Your lips disconnected for a split second before Stephen kissed you again, his tongue slipping into your mouth for a short moment.

“We’ll take it slow, sweetheart,” Stephen said against your lips. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I want to make you feel good.”

Your heart soared at his words. He was so sweet and caring. “Thank you, Stephen.”

He kissed you again before he spoke once more. “Tell me. What do you want me to do?”

“Touch me,” you whispered against his lips. You were desperate for him to just touch you already, just like you had been dreaming about for months.

Stephen held you as he stood up suddenly, and he moved to lay you flat on the bed, your head resting against your heap of pillows. Stephen then moved, positioning himself above you before he leaned down, attacking your lips with a rough and passion filled kiss. “Tell me where. Where do you want me to touch you, sweetheart?” Stephen wondered.

You grabbed one of his scarred hands and moved it gently, placing it on your covered-up breast. “Here,” you whispered.

Stephen squeezed at your clothed breast, drawing a small whine from your lips before he attacked your mouth once more, his goatee tickling at your skin. You let out a little giggle at the sensation.

As he continued to squeeze and rub at your breast, you could feel heat pooling between your thighs. The feeling wasn’t foreign to you. It was the same feeling you experienced when you watched Stephen train, and when you spent so many lonely nights thinking about him.

Soon the feeling of him touching your clothed breast wasn’t enough. You needed and wanted more, and you had to let him know. “More,” you begged. “I want more. Please.”

Stephen pulled away and moved to lift your pyjama top over your head, watching you as he did, looking for any signs of you being uncomfortable. He threw the material to the floor, your bare breasts on display for him.

You noticed the red tint on his face when he stared at your naked chest, and you couldn’t deny that you found it rather cute.

“So beautiful,” Stephen groaned, leaning down to run his tongue over your hardened nipples. He then trailed kisses along the skin of your breasts, the feeling drawing a moan from your lips.

He moved down your body slowly, kissing your rib cage and stomach before moving to your neck, sucking at your sweet spot. As he kept on with his kisses, you found yourself dragging a hand through his hair as you arched your back. His lips felt so good on your skin; you just wanted him to kiss you everywhere, but you were growing eager to have him touch your pussy. You needed it so bad.

“Stephen,” you whimpered as he kissed your bare breasts again, his tongue swirling over your nipples.

He lifted his head up to stare at you, and he sent you a sweet smile. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“I want you to touch my pussy, please. I don’t care how. I just need it so, so bad,” you practically begged him, but you didn’t care. You were just so desperate for his touch.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I love it when you beg, but you have to tell me if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Promise?” Stephen said seriously.

“I promise.”

It seemed that was all Stephen needed to hear, because a second later, he was pulling down your bottoms to reveal your little pussy. Your bottoms soon joined your top on the floor; and before you knew it, Stephen was in between your legs, kissing your inner thighs.

You bit your lip in anticipation as you watched Stephen make his way closer to your entrance, his lips so close to touching your pussy. You let out a shrill cry when Stephen suddenly dragged his tongue through your folds, stopping when he reached your clit.

He sucked at your sensitive clit and you found yourself writhing against the sheets. It felt so good to finally have his lips on you. Your toes curled as Stephen slid in one finger, and then another, stretching you out as he lapped at your clit. God, it felt so good. You reached down, grabbing a fistful of his hair as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. He was stretching you out, his long fingers felt like heaven as he buried them deep inside of you. He curled them slowly, dragging out the pleasure. He was going to make you cum. You were quickly losing all control.

“Mm, Stephen,” you moaned out. “I’m so close.”

Stephen suddenly pulled away from you, and when you looked down into his darkened eyes, you saw his goatee all shiny with your juices.

“Why did you stop?” you asked with a pout.

“I want the first time you cum to be on my cock,” he hissed.

It was then that you looked down, instantly noticing the outline of his hard cock through his pants. Stephen stood up, moving slowly as he pulled his clothes off. Soon you were greeted with the sight of his thick cock, and you moaned, so ready to feel him inside of you. You couldn’t wait.

Stephen joined you on the bed, spreading your legs and getting in between them, your wet pussy on show for him.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” he whispered.

You nodded. “I do. I want it so bad.”

"Do you want me to use a condom? You know, just to be safe."

You thought about it for a moment. It was a good idea, but you so desperately wanted to feel him. Really feel him. "I want to feel you, Stephen. I trust you. Please."

“Okay, sweetheart. I’ll go slow with you… Since you’re a virgin,” he said.

“Okay.”

Stephen held his cock and pressed the tip to your entrance, slowly sliding inside of you. You instantly felt the stinging sensation hit you. You winced in pain as he stretched you out. It was something Stephen quickly noticed.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, a serious look in his eyes.

“No, no. Keep going. Please,” you whispered. But you appreciated his kindness, how he was checking in on you to make sure you were alright.

Stephen pushed in and out of you oh so gently, and then he let out a deep groan when he bottomed out of you. He had you completely full. “You’re so tight, sweetheart. Fuck. So tight and wet and warm…”

You kept quiet as Stephen gave you a little time to get used to him. But soon you were ready. “Please move…”

Stephen did. Slowly. It still stung a tiny bit, but the more Stephen slid his cock into you, the better it felt. Soon pleasure took over. You moaned loudly when Stephen hit an especially sensitive spot deep inside of you. Your arms circled around him as Stephen groaned above you, getting lost in his own pleasure.

“Please move faster!” you begged him.

He grunted. “I won’t hold back.”

“Mm, I don’t want you to.”

“Fuck,” he hissed.

And then he began to pound into you hard and fast. He fucked you deep, his cock stretching you out as he pounded into you. You shared a heated kiss, your tongues dancing together.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “And you feel so good, baby. God, you take me so well.”

“You feel so good inside of me.” Your nails dug into his warm skin, scratching at him. “Mm, please, can I be on top? Please?”

“Are you sure?” he wondered.

“I wanna know how it feels.”

“Okay, if that's what you want, my beautiful girl.”

With that, Stephen flipped you over so you could ride his cock. You kept letting out moans as you bounced on his cock. He felt so much deeper, so much better. You rode him hard and fast, your hands on his shoulders as your ass slapped against his skin. It was filthy and raw and just what you needed.

But it didn’t take long for Stephen to take over. He began to pound into you wildly from underneath, forcing loud cries from your lips. His hands were tight on your hips, holding you in place as he fucked you and took you and made you his. Finally, he was making you his.

“Please don’t stop!” you whined.

“I won’t, baby. You’re doing so good. You look so beautiful right now,” he moaned.

Stephen wouldn’t let up. He fucked you harder and faster, filling you right up to the brim, not stopping until you hit your orgasm. You couldn’t hold back your cry as you lost control, your orgasm taking over your whole body. It felt like your whole body was shaking from top to bottom, your toes curling as absolute pleasure took over. Stephen grunted deeply, his dark eyes landing on your pussy and the creamy, white liquid that pooled out. He seemed to love the sight.

Stephen fucked you until his own orgasm was close, his thick cock pounding in and out of you. He was relentless as he took you, as he slid every inch of his thick length deep into your pussy.

“I’m gonna cum, sweetheart,” he muttered. He pulled you off of him, getting you settled on your back. Then he pumped his cock just three times until he lost it. Soon he was cumming, his cock pumping out the hot streaks that crossed your stomach. He kept groaning as he held his cock.

Then he hit the bed with a pant. You were breathing heavily as well, but Stephen soon went into your bathroom and came back with a washcloth. He gently cleaned you up.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he pressed the cloth to you.

“Mhm,” you hummed out.

With that, Stephen got back into bed with you. He pulled you against him, your head laying on his chest.

“We should do this again,” you said softly.

Stephen chuckled lowly. “Well, I won’t be easy on you next time…”

“I can’t wait,” you confessed.

Stephen laughed again, giving you a gentle kiss on the lips. You didn’t realise how tired you were until then. You stayed there in his arms as your eyes slowly fluttered shut, completely and utterly content…

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moontide-nymph · 1 year ago

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Another drabble based on today's event and how the scores are now tied. Saw an opportunity for more angst.

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It's the last day of the event and the score is tied. Both teams are awake and ready for the last event to start. They have no idea what to expect. Do both teams win or lose? What about the eggs? What about going back home? Is there a home to go back to?

The event starts when the eye entity broadcasts a video to them. "Greetings. I have underestimated you and you managed to tie the scores in the end. How irritating. This means I'm upping the stakes so you will try harder in this final trial. Allow me to make the changes now."

Both groups tense, that could mean anything. They didn't get to think any further before Phil and Tubbo both disappear in front of them. A second later they hear surprised yelling above them, prompting them all to look up toward the sky. Above them and out of reach were two floating cages, one on each side of todays playing field. Inside each were a very confused Phil and Tubbo.

"A new wager will be added to your little contest. The winning team will get their eggs back... and also their leader will be allowed to leave this island with the rest of you. The losing team leader will be doomed to rot here on this island, alone with yours truly. How fun is that? Like a little pet. I'm sure this will put a fire under you to impress me today and do everything to win. Don't try to tie again or everyone dies. Now, get going."

Both teams and team leaders were frozen. One of them forced to stay behind? The teams start looking at eachother in horror. What do they do? This added a level to this hell that they couldn't wrap their brain around. It's Cellbit that breaks the pause, trying to brain storm with everyone on options even though it felt so hopeless.

Meanwhile up above, Phil was having an internal crisis that was quickly building into a panic attack. This can't be happening. He couldn't stay here. He CANT. He hasn't felt like himself in weeks... or has it been months? He has zero sense of time now. Everyday waking up more distant from the proud crow he once was. The idea of having to stay behind broke him. He slid down to his knees, crumpled over himself in a sad unconscious attempt of self protection. His eyes were distant and foggy, his mind receeded. By the looks of it, he was no longer present. The red team were on their own.

In the cage across from Phil's, Tubbo stood watching it all quietly. He stood and watched the groups below fight with eachother on what to do. He stood and watched Phil break down. He stood and felt nothing but a heart wrenching sadness poor over him. It had to be him to stay behind. It had to be. He couldn't do that to Phil, no way. But Blue needs to win if they are the cursed team to save all the eggs. What do they do? His thoughts are also becoming muddy, the last two weeks of nonstop horror catching up to him. All he could come up with is somehow making a deal with the eye entity. How does one make a deal with the devil?

#my sleep meds are kicking my ass but im too anxious to sleep so here #qsmp #qsmp purgatory #qsmp tubbo #qsmp philza #q!tubbo #his character has so much potential i cant stop writing aboit it

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ladytauria · 8 months ago

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“You drive me so insane, you don’t even know.”

Vampire Dick any Bat 👀

thank you so much for this prompt <3

also congratulations, i'm p sure this is my longest prompt fill yet 😂 thank you so much for helping me with suggestions and also brainstorming titles with me <333 i had a fun time writhing this~

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Jason wakes slowly; long lashes fluttering against his cheeks.

Dick watches him—the way he tenses, the slight furrow in his brow, mouth twisting. Jason can tell something is wrong.

All of them are used to alertness coming suddenly—but the drug in his system makes him slower. Sluggish. Dick can hear the way Jason’s breath catches; the uptick in the beat of his heart.

Dick hated to do it.

Really, he did.

If he could have gotten Jason back to his apartment any other way… he would have. But the last thing he wanted, or needed, was for Jason to put up a fuss. Drugging him would make sure he was… pliant. Receptive.

Still.

Dick may be immune to the drug’s effects, but the flavor will taint Jason’s bloodstream. He would have preferred his first taste of his brother to be… purer.

It’s worth it, though. For this—for Jason naked and on his knees before him, wrapped up like a gift in soft blue rope. His arms are bound behind his back, crossed nearly, while his calves and thighs have been tied together. He’s a living, breathing work of art. Dick is honored to have him on display in his bedroom.

He’s even already decorated; red tipped hoops glinting on his nipples and a few fading purple bruises on his skin. Dick would prefer to see Jason in blue—or perhaps purple, a lovely mingling of their colors together. He’d like to add a chain between the piercings as well; something to tug on. It would draw such delicious noises from Jason, he’s sure. Maybe he can convince him into getting a piercing on his cock as well…

Dick is getting ahead of himself.

The position should be one Jason can hold for a while. He had done his best to ensure it was comfortable, but there will still be some strain.

No matter.

Dick will soothe him…

Later.

After Jason understands what’s good for him.

Jason’s eyes flutter open at last. His pupils are blown wide from the drug. It takes him a moment to focus; long, slow blinks as he slowly drags them through the room.

They settle on Dick. His brow furrows, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as Jason fights to keep those pretty green-blues focused on Dick.

“Dickie?” His name in Jason’s voice, still thick with sleep, is one of the loveliest things Dick has ever heard.

“Hello there, little wing,” Dick whispers, kneeling down in front of him. He can’t stop himself from touching; gliding his fingers over Jason’s jaw.

Dick has always had charm. Charisma. He was born into showmanship. Drawing people to him, keeping them captivated… it came to him as naturally as breathing. After he was turned…

After he was turned, he had quite a few new tricks to add to his toolbox. One of those is his allure. A subtle, ever-present vampiric charm that does wonders for drawing in new prey. Dick usually keeps it on a tight leash, unless he’s hunting. But here, now, in his den…

He lets it free.

Like this, still half-drugged and bleary from sleep, Jason’s defenses are down. He’ll have a harder time fighting against it. It’s playing dirt. All of this is. But…

Dick can’t have his little wing running out on him.

Not that he could, of course, but it will be much less painful for both of them if he doesn’t fight.

Jason’s brow furrows. Dick can see the wheels turning in Jason’s mind.

His lovely, brilliant Jaybird. People tend to forget how smart he is. They see the bulk and the guns and assume that Jason is all violence and muscle. They forget it takes far more than athletics to get through Batman’s training, let alone whatever he learned during his time outside of Gotham.

“I don’t… What’s going on?” Jason frowns, the furrow in his brow deepening. “I…”

His eyes sweep through the room again. Dick watches him take in the details, his head cocked like a bird’s. He loves watching his Robins untangle a new puzzle.

The dark hardwood floor is covered with a dark blue-and-gold rug. It’s plush and soft, but Dick had still placed a pillow under Jason’s knees. He’d left the overhead light off in deference to the light sensitivity the drug may cause. Instead, the room is illuminated by lamps, their light dim and golden. All of the windows are blocked by thick, light-blocking curtains, all of them deep blue with golden tassels.

The doors leading out onto the balcony are similarly covered. There’s a private bath attached, though Jason cannot see it. Nor the antique wardrobe and standing mirror.

What he can see, right behind Dick, is Dick’s bed. It’s nothing so gauche as a coffin—he can be a sadist, but he’s not that cruel. Instead, it’s a four-postered bed with a canopy.

Dick has never brought his Robins to this apartment before. It’s luxurious, tasteful in a way that would be right at home in the Manor. Still… there’s no denying Dick’s touch.

He can see the realization dawning in Jason’s eyes. In the same moment, he watches him try to fight it.

Dick’s heart squeezes. Precious.

“Dick?” he repeats, sounding more alert now. “What’s… What’s going on? Where are we? What are you doing?”

“Oh, little wing…” Dick moves his hand to Jason’s shoulder, his thumb settling over Jason’s pulse. “You’re a smart boy. What do you think is going on?”

Jason’s eyes flicker over his face. The movements are half a beat slower than normal.

“I don’t…” Jason’s throat bobs when he swallows. Dick tracks the movement, and doesn’t bother to hide his hunger—both natural… and unnatural.

Jason’s breath hitches.

Dick decides to be generous. “You and Tim have been working a case,” he prompts gently. It’s the same tone he’s used on all of his little Robins, when guiding them toward an answer he has already puzzled out.

Jason nods slightly; an infinitesimal dip of his chin. “People keep turning up with neck injuries,” he whispers. “Puncture marks on their necks, in the middle of a bruise. And missing time. Usually a night, sometimes a little longer. But… every now and then… we find a corpse instead.”

Dick hums, rubbing his thumb over the best place to bite. He can feel, and hear, the rabbit of Jason’s heart. Silly boy. There’s no place for fear here. Dick would never hurt one of his little Robins. His precious little birds. All of them have already suffered too much.

“I— Tim and I joked about vampires,” Jason says, voice cracking a little. He searches Dick’s face. “Dick… are you…”

Dick dispenses with a little of his glamour, and smiles, showing off his fangs. “I told you you were smart, little wing.”

As much as Dick doesn’t want Jason to be afraid… he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the scent of it; the way it makes saliva pool in his mouth, fangs itching, aching for a bite.

He resists.

For now.

“Dick… please,” Jason whispers. “Let me go. We can talk about this.”

Dick cups the back of Jason’s skull, leaning in to brush his nose over Jason’s cheek. “Oh, little wing,” he breathed. “You drive me so insane, you don’t even know. Now that I have you… I don’t think I can let you go.” Just being close to him like this is eroding Dick’s self control. He can’t help but cup Jason’s pec in one hand. It fills his palm just like a breast, the relaxed muscle plush under his touch.

Jason shakes his head, trying to move away from Dick’s touch. “N-no… Dick… You can’t… you can’t be a monster.” His voice breaks. Poor little wing. He sounds so young—the boy who never quite got to grow up.

“Shh,” Dick hushes him. “Of course I’m not a monster, little wing. I only want to keep you safe. My first little Robin.” He kissed the corner of his mouth, another little indulgence he just can’t help.

“Dick… please.” A tear rolls down his cheek. Dick tastes it on his lips. The scent of his fear has ratcheted up now, no longer enticing in its bitter pungence.

Dick exhales slowly, in something not quite a sigh. He had been hoping to avoid this a while longer, but he supposes it simply can’t be helped.

Just his allure isn’t enough. Dick needs more.

He cups Jason’s chin in his hands, and meets his eyes. Jason’s eyes widen, slightly—but he doesn’t look away.

He can’t.

Dick has locked them together, his power holding Jason in place.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, little wing,” he says, voice melodic. “Big brother will keep you safe.”

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