#rare positivity moment? on MY blog?

[unravveling-navveroli]

To every mutual I’m too afraid to talk to: yall scare me because you’re cool, keep it up !!

[borgerman]

when i was in elementary school i was watching something on tv with my mom and the subject of body hair (on men) somehow came up. i said i thought armpit hair was gross, a sentiment i no longer share, and my mom jokingly asked if i'd make my husband shave. i looked her dead in the eyes and said "yes."

anyway guess who turned out to have very little interest in men at all

[doumadono]

Hi hi hi hiiii!!

CONGRATS ON YOUR MILESTONE BABY!!!! I AM SO PROUD (and not a lil jelly at all) THAT MY BABY IS DOING SO GOOOOD!!!

Soooooo!

I voted for the NSFW alphabet :3

Aaaand I would like to see Alphabets for Shiggy and Dabi :3 cuz those are icons of your blog :3

CONGRATS AGAIN!!!!

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II ⊹ Doumadono's 6k followers event

Dabi - NSFW Alphabet

A - Aftercare Dabi isn’t the poster boy for aftercare. He doesn’t shower you with sweet words or fuss over you. He’s the type to light a cigarette, pull you against his sturdy chest, and let the silence speak for itself. If you need more, like cleaning up or emotional reassurance, you’ll have to nudge him — he’ll grumble at first and do it eventually — because, despite himself, he does care.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

B - Body Part On you, he’s obsessed with your thighs. Whether he’s gripping them, biting them, or marking them up, he loves how they tremble under his touch. Dabi doesn’t have a part of himself he particularly likes. In his eyes, he’s nothing more than a disgusting wreck, convinced that others find him more repulsive than appealing. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

C - Cum Dabi has a sinful fondness for cumming on your titties or face, reveling in the sight of his seed painting your skin — it’s a vision that never fails to drive him wild. Still, he doesn’t mind giving you a nice creampie.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

D - Dirty Secret Dabi has often fantasized about sneaking into Endeavor’s agency and fucking you senseless on his desk, leaving every trace of your wild escapade behind as a blatant mark of defiance. Perhaps Dabi would even leave a note for the so-called hero, detailing just how pathetic he truly was and reminding him that the past never dies. The thought of that bastard walking in to see the mess fills Dabi with a twisted satisfaction that’s almost too good to resist.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

E - Experience Despite his laid-back demeanor, Dabi is far from inexperienced. He’s had his share of hookups and spent more nights with cheap whores than he cares to count, gaining an undeniable expertise along the way. Dabi knows what he’s doing and relishes in making you feel like no one’s ever touched you like this before. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

F - Favorite Position Dabi has a clear favorite: doggy style. It gives him the perfect excuse to run his hands over your ass, deliver sharp, teasing spanks, and watch the way your flesh bounces under his control. What he loves most about this position is the freedom it gives him to bend you to his will, shaping every moment exactly how he likes it the most.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

G - Goofy Dabi’s humor is sharp and teasing, even in the bedroom. He’ll smirk against your skin or let out a dry laugh when you get flustered, his tone low and taunting as he murmurs, “And now daddy’s gonna open your sweet hole up with his fingers. Don’t make a sound or I’ll have to use my quirk on ya, doll.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

H - Hair His pubic hair is naturally snow-white, a detail that first struck you as odd the very first time you were having sex. It lingered in the back of your mind, a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit — until his true identity was revealed, and everything clicked into place. Dabi makes sure his snow-white happy trail is neatly trimmed.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

I - Intimacy Dabi is nothing short of rough and relentless in bed. He doesn’t waste time with drawn-out games or teasing: he’s all about raw, unrestrained sex. His goal is simple: to fuck you so hard that the next day, every step you take serves as a vivid reminder of his cock abusing your cunny.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

J - Jack Off Dabi is rough with himself when he does masturbate — gripping his shaft tightly, his fingers squeezing his balls with almost punishing intensity. But the truth is, he rarely gives in to the urge, preferring to wait until he can have you in his hands instead. That self-control, however, crumbles the moment you send him a dirty picture. The instant his eyes land on it, his cock stiffens, leaving him no choice but to free himself from his jeans and take care of the ache you’ve so effortlessly ignited.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

K - Kink Dabi is into rough play — biting, spanking, asphyxiation, and leaving marks all over your body. He loves when you call him daddy. On rare occasions, Dabi craves the shift in power, letting himself be tied and dominated, though these moments are super rare.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

L - Location Dabi is always ready and willing, no matter the time or place. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

M - Motivation Your body's a masterpiece that drives Dabi to madness. He loves watching the way your curves move — whether it’s through the haze of steam as you shower or the subtle shifts as you change clothes. And, of course, there are moments when he can’t resist being loud about how incredible you feel around him, if only to irritate the other League members and remind everyone exactly who you belong to.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

N - No Dabi may be reckless, but he has his limits. He won’t entertain anything that genuinely scares or harms you. Emotional vulnerability is his hardest boundary — he keeps those doors locked tight, unwilling to let anyone too far inside.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

O - Oral Giving? Dabi loves it. There’s something about being in control and watching you lose yourself that drives him wild, not to mention the sweet taste of your juices spilling all over his stitched tongue. Receiving a head? He’ll lean back with a cocky smirk, maybe will even light a cigarette, letting out low groans and praising you when you push him over the edge, deep-throating him while fondling his balls.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

P - Pace Fast and rough. Dabi’s always driven by his own needs and desires. He’ll fuck you hard and deep, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust he delivers, his focus sharp on chasing his release, leaving you completely breathless.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Q - Quickie Quickies are practically a specialty of his. Dabi loves the urgency and rawness of them, especially when it’s a spur-of-the-moment decision. The thrill of pulling you aside and leaving you nothing but a breathless mess in minutes is a rush he can’t resist.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

R - Risk Risk is his second name. Dabi thrives on the thrill of danger, whether it’s getting caught or pushing boundaries just enough to keep things exciting.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

S - Stamina Dabi can go for as long as it takes to leave you both thoroughly spent. His endurance is impressive, fueled by pure desire to leave you completely ruined. He’ll tease the shit out of you if you tap out first.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

T - Toys He’s intrigued by toys, especially when he gets to use them on you himself. Dabi sees them as tools to enhance your sex life and isn’t shy about introducing them to you, though he prefers to keep his hands as the main event. Still, on some occasions, he’ll give you a new vibrator (the one with functions your previous toys didn’t have.)

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

U - Unfair Dabi is a relentless tease, enjoying how far he can push you before you break. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

V - Volume He’s not shy about letting you hear how much he’s enjoying himself. Dabi’s voice is low and gravelly, laced with growls and groans, and he isn’t afraid to let everyone around know how good you make him feel.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

W - Wild Card Dabi will never admit it, but there’s a flicker of hesitation when it comes to undressing in front of you. His body is undeniably well-sculpted, but the scars that mar his skin leave him feeling vulnerable in ways he’d rather not confront. He hides that uncertainty behind his usual smirk and poker face.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

X - X-Ray Dabi’s cock is long and thick, with a natural uncut shaft that makes every inch of him a study in raw, rugged appeal. His balls are heavy and perfectly round. His cock is uncut, and the pink tip peeks through beautifully when his foreskin is drawn back. The prominent vein running along the underside of his shaft is impossible to miss when you stroke his dick. When he’s fully erect, the sheer girth makes it a challenge to wrap your hand completely around him.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Y - Yearning His sex drive is very high. He’ll gladly get laid whenever he can.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Z - Zzz Dabi is quick to crash. There’s something grounding about your presence that helps him rest easier, though he’d never admit it out loud.

Shigaraki - NSFW Alphabet

A - Aftercare Shigaraki isn’t naturally inclined toward aftercare — it’s not something he’s used to. Early on, he might awkwardly sit beside you, scratching at his neck and asking if you’re good in his raspy tone. But as your bond deepens, he starts to soften in his own way. He’ll run a hand through your hair or wordlessly fetch you water, learning to stick around even when his instincts tell him to flee emotional vulnerability.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

B - Body Part On you, it’s your mouth. He’s fixated on the way your lips move — when you speak, moan, or cry out his name. There’s something about how your mouth can be soft and sinful all at once that drives him mad. On himself, he’s oddly fixated on his hands. Though scarred and destructive, they’re precise, and he knows exactly how to use them to elicit every shiver and gasp from you.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

C - Cum Shigaraki isn’t concerned about keeping things tidy — he’s all about the raw, messy sex. He loves seeing you marked by him, whether it’s his cum on your heated skin or buried deep inside your abused pussy, slowly leaking out of your hole. There’s an almost feral satisfaction in watching you wear his essence.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

D - Dirty Secret Tomura fantasizes about control — not just in the physical sense but complete surrender. He dreams of you tied up, blindfolded, entirely at his mercy, begging him for more.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

E - Experience He’s not as experienced as you might think. Tomura’s past was too tumultuous for casual hookups, and his focus on wiping hero society out didn’t leave room for much else. What he lacks in practice, he makes up for in intensity. He learns fast, and his obsessive nature ensures he knows every little thing that makes you tick.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

F - Favorite Position Shigaraki likes positions where he’s in control and can see your face at the same time. You’re such a pretty, little thing after all. Pinning you beneath him, watching every flicker of pleasure cross your features as you fall apart while his cock is buried in your wet pussy in missionary, is his favorite way to relax.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

G - Goofy Tomura isn’t intentionally funny in bed, but his dry wit and blunt remarks sometimes sneak through. If you’re flustered, he might smirk and mutter something like, “Oh, my little playmate can’t handle me fucking her tight pussy? What a shame, thought you’re more resilient!” The amusement is fleeting, though — his focus always snaps back to fucking you senseless.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

H - Hair Neatly groomed down there. Tomura doesn’t really care about this stuff but despite his general indifference toward cleanliness, he makes an effort to ensure he doesn’t completely neglect himself.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

I - Intimacy Shigaraki is raw and unrefined, but deeply genuine. He doesn’t know how to say the right things, but he lets you see the sides of him no one else does. The way his hands linger on your skin, the quiet groans in your ear, the almost desperate way he clings to you — it all speaks to how much he craves the connection he rarely allows himself.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

J - Jack Off Shigaraki’s fantasies are vivid and uninhibited, fueled by the memory of your voice, the feel of your skin, and the way you look when you fall apart beneath him. Tomura loves to give himself a lot of attention. If needed, he’ll play with his cock for a while, teasing the tip at the beginning and jerking the length viciously at the end, all while thinking about you giving him head.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

K - Kink Shigaraki is drawn to domination and control, so BDSM has always interested him a lot. He’s also a super dirty talker, so expect a lot of humiliation.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

L - Location He’s not picky about location — anywhere he can fuck you is fair game. The hideout, a rooftop, even a cramped storage room — it’s all fair game. The more chaotic and spur-of-the-moment, the better. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

M - Motivation The slightest view or thought of your soft flesh sticking out of your clothes can easily drive Shiggy crazy. He’s also driven by your boldness: seeing you challenge or tease him makes his blood boil in the best way, and he’ll waste no time putting you back in your place.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

N - No Anything that could hurt you is strictly off-limits. Everyone knows Shigaraki is ruthless, even sadistic, but when it comes to you, he’d never cause you harm. He’s fiercely protective, determined to keep you in perfect shape — both mentally and physically — because you’re his, and nothing else matters more.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

O - Oral He’s feral while eating your pussy out, reveling in the way you react to him; the way your thighs shaking against his head while he flicks the tip of his long tongue against your clitoris or entrance drives him wild. The surge of power Shigaraki feels when you’re on your knees, lips wrapped around the reddened tip of his dick while you’re giving him head, is purely intoxicating — he thrives on the way it feeds his ego, the control he wields in that moment. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

P - Pace His pace varies depending on his mood. He can be rough and frantic, pouring all his pent-up frustrations into the moment, or slow and smooth, savoring every whimper and gasp he draws from you. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Q - Quickie He simply hates them. He loves to take his time with his beloved plaything.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

R - Risk Shigaraki is no stranger to risk, and he loves the adrenaline it brings. The idea of getting caught adds a dangerous edge to your sex life that leaves him buzzing.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

S - Stamina Tomura’s restless nature gives him impressive stamina. He can go for hours if he’s in the mood.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

T - Toys Shigaraki doesn’t put stock in fancy sex toys. He’s confident — perhaps arrogantly so — in his own abilities, firmly believing that only he can give you the kind of pleasure you truly crave. No matter how much you plead or try to convince him, he’ll never allow toys in bed — your pleasure is something he insists on claiming entirely for himself.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

U - Unfair Shigaraki is a merciless tease. When you’re out together, you can be sure you’ll be teased by him. His hands will inevitably find their way beneath your skirt or dress. He’ll lean in close, his breath hot against your ear, fanning the side of your neck as he murmurs filthy promises about how badly he wants to stretch your sweet, juicy cunt open with his fingers and cock, making you blush on the spot.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

V - Volume Shigaraki is usually a man of grunts and low growls, but when the heat of the moment consumes him, he can get surprisingly loud. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

W - Wild Card Tomura’s spontaneity keeps you on your toes. One moment, he’s brooding and distant, the next, he’s pinning you against a wall with a low growl, whispering the filthiest shit into your ear. His unpredictability is intoxicating.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

X - X-Ray Shigaraki is slightly above average in size, with a shaft that leans more toward thickness than length. His dick is cut — AFO arranged it when Tomura was just a boy, ensuring it would be easier to maintain hygiene as he grew older.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Y - Yearning Shigaraki’s sex drive is rather high, fueled by the constant stress and tension of leading the League. For him, there’s no better way to release the pressure and tension than losing himself completely in the raw, unrestrained sex. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Z - Zzz Sleep doesn’t come easily to him, even when he’s exhausted by sex. He’ll hold you close though, his hands ghosting over your skin as he tries to settle his restless mind. Your presence is the only thing that soothes him enough to lull him into a rare, dreamless sleep.

@pixelcafe-network

[lovverletters]

I've been scrolling through your blog, you've got some pretty cute stuff. I loved the serial killer piece. Food for thought, just a little treat- yandere hacker. Serially online genius who falls in love with a small time content creator, and would go on revenge streaks to try and "protect" His darling from trolls

ERROR404˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

A/N : i miss 707. have some yan hacker instead.

T/W : yandere theme, mentions of doxxing, mentions of harassment, invasion of personal information

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" Thanks for the 20 dollar donation 'L3M0NP1E' !! "

[name] thanked the donor with a grateful smile. Being a smaller content creator, receiving donation is quite a rare feat especially with the small size of audience they currently have.

They had only begun making content a few months ago out of boredom under the name of [alias name]. It started with them posting videos of gameplay commentary video, that by a stroke of luck gained traction.

Viewers find their awkward and bizarre commentary that's paired by theirㅡ admittedly horribleㅡ skills in video gaming entertaining and stucked around for more.

[name] was grateful of their supportive and positive followings, they've heard countless horror stories of small content creators being harassed by trolls due to lack of moderation.

They're thankful of the fact that they have yet to encounter any and hope that it'll stay that way.

" Chat, should I go in that room? I feel like if I do, the killer would corner me like a bully asking for my lunch money " [name] turned to read their live chat to seek for the viewer's opinion.

" I see plenty of 'Yes', if I die here it's on you okay~ " They snorted before moving their character to enter the sketchy room only to be killed by the killer the moment they step foot inside of it.

" What did I say, chat?! Like a fucking loser I not only got my lunch money stolen but I was also given a wedgies by that motherfucker! " They hysterically laughed as the chat goes crazy.

It took them a moment to settle down from their fit of laughter and resumed the game. As they were playing through it and talking to the viewers, they noticed a familiar name popping up on the fast paced chat.

edgelord404 : hello. I had a business to attend to earlier, what did I missed?

A smile bloomed on [name]'s feature seeing the message in their chat. This particular viewerㅡ edgelord404ㅡ was one of their viewer they recognized from their early days when the view count barely cracked a hundred on their postings.

" edgelord404 hey! welcome to the stream, we're trying to break into this old granny's bank account and steal her retirement funds "

" Not in real life of course. Don't be silly! " They clarified by emphasizing their words.

edgelord404 : sounds illegal.

edgelord404 : I can help. I got experiences.

[name] began wheezing from how much they laughed. True to their username, edgelord404 loves to spout the most edgy and emo things. They have to admit, it did lights up their days from edgelord404 attempt at humor.

As they were about to respond to edgelord404's comments, they noticed the chat being flooded by less than pleasant comments. They immediately recognized it as to be the work of internet trolls trying to get a rise out of the creator they're harassing.

Before they could attempt at defusing the situation, all of the comments instantly disappeared. [name] and their viewers were confused but the latter assumed that [alias name] got everything under controlled and thought nothing of it.

peachesandcrem : what just happened💀

edgelord404 : you were saying?

" Uhㅡ yeah. Anyways as I was sayingㅡ "

That was odd. Huh.

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Saehoon leaned back against his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face. He watches [alias name], his favourite content creator playing a random game they had interest in.

The stream went along smoothly until a minor turbulence appeared but nothing that he couldn't deal with. Although, he isn't entirely done with the trolls who had invaded his beloved's chat and tried to cause a ruckus.

He had encountered [alias name]'s page a few months ago, right when they had just started with zero following. Saehoon decided to watch them to kill some time but didn't anticipated for him to fall for them instantly.

It could've been the fact that he was the only one watching them failed at the same obstacle over and over againㅡ that it felt intimate. Their bizarre humour and commentary only adds up to their charms that made him fall even deeper.

It didn't take quite a while for Saehoon to dig up information behind the content creator whom had captivated him. Being a genius hacker himself, it is something he was used to doing on a dailyㅡ for work purposes obviously.

Within a few clicks, he has the entirety of [alias name]'s information in his palm. Such as their real name, [name]. Their location, acquaintances, friends, family, their backgrounds and even more.

" [name] .. " Saehoon uttered their name once he obtained their information. It sounded perfect, the way it rolls on his tongueㅡ they were perfect for him.

As time passes, he noticed them slowly gaining popularity and he couldn't help but feel proud of how much they had grown. Admittedly, he was somewhat responsible for pushing out their contents by messing with the algorithm.

Though, he would never take credit for their success of course, he just aided them and the rest is purely their hardwork.

Although he isn't keen on sharing [name] with others, he'd comfort himself with the thought that only he knows such intimate knowledge of [name] that none of their other viewers or fans knows.

Another annoyance that came with [name]'s success is the incessant waves of trolling that comes with it. Normally, he wouldn't care but if it involves his beloved [name]? they best count their lucky stars that he only leaked their doxxes online and not done worse.

Saehoon believed that [name] should invest in some moderator but he's aware that they couldn't afford to pay them. Perhaps he should offered himself someday, that way he could not only openly protects [name] from internet trollsㅡ he could also be closer to them.

Speaking of trolls, he contemplate on what he should do as a revenge for their pathetic attempt at harassing [name]. He'd leaked their personal information as usual of course but he's feeling quite spiteful today, perhaps he should dig up their embarassing past and posted it onlineㅡ or he could post a selfie of theirs that had never been seen before on a forum board.

They'll pay the price of crossing path with [name] and in turn him as well.

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[eowynsowl]

Warmth In The Firelight

Notes: My second fic in two days, I was scrolling through @imaginexhobbit's blog and found this one, along with a few others I’m working on currently! I am thinking about opening up requests again, what do you guys think? I hope you enjoy this one & as always, constructive criticism is appreciated! imagine

Warning(s): none, unless you count sweet tenderness :)

The company had finally found respite at Beorn’s house after the intense chase he gave them. The smell of freshly baked bread lingered in the air, and the soft crackle of the fire filled the silence as everyone settled into the cozy warmth of the great hall of Beorn’s cottage. Despite the faint tension of being in the home of a skin-changer (who had just scared you within an inch of your life), you felt a sense of safety you hadn’t experienced in weeks. 

You found your spot near Fili, who had taken a place beside one of the low tables. His golden hair glinted in the firelight, his usually mischievous face now softened by exhaustion. You didn’t intend to end up so close to him—it just happened as the company sprawled out in various spots, vying for comfort. Your blanket, much too thin to ward off the night’s chill, left you shivering as you tried to find a comfortable position. 

Fili noticed. “Cold?” he asked softly, his voice just above a whisper. His blue eyes flickered toward you, filled with quiet concern. 

You hesitated, unwilling to admit it outright, but the tremble in your frame betrayed you. He didn’t press further. Instead, he shifted slightly, drawing the edge of his own blanket toward you. 

“Here. Won’t do much, but better than nothing,” he murmured, his tone gentle. 

Grateful, you nodded and tried to share the blanket without getting too close. The fire’s glow was soothing, and the low hum of Thorin and Balin’s quiet conversation filled the room, lulling you into drowsiness. Before you realized it, you began to lean slightly toward Fili, your exhaustion overriding your usual awareness. 

Then it happened. Your arm brushed against his, the unexpected touch startling you awake. You tensed, pulling back slightly in embarrassment. “Sorry,” you whispered quickly, looking down at your hands. 

Fili didn’t reply right away. For a moment, you thought he might have fallen asleep once more, but then you felt the weight of his arm hesitating above your shoulders. His breath hitched—uncertain, perhaps—but then his hand settled gently against your arm. The hesitation melted away as he gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Fili said quietly, his voice barely audible over the crackling fire. He pulled you closer, his arm wrapping around you with surprising care. His warmth was immediate, chasing away the chill that had seeped into your bones. 

You stiffened at first, not expecting the sudden closeness, but the steady rise and fall of his chest and the calmness in his presence made it hard to resist relaxing. You let out a soft sigh, leaning into him as your head rested lightly against his shoulder. Fili shifted slightly, adjusting the blanket to make sure you were both covered. 

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The company’s soft snores and the distant howl of the wind outside were the only sounds in the room. Fili’s thumb brushed absentmindedly against your arm, a soothing motion that made your eyelids grow heavier. 

“This isn’t so bad,” he said after a while, his voice tinged with amusement. “I’d say you’ve got the better end of the deal. I’m a fine dwarven heater.” 

You smile faintly, eyes still closed. “I think I’ll take full advantage of that, then.” 

His soft chuckle vibrated against you, and you felt his grip tighten just a fraction. “You’re welcome to,” he replied, his tone softer now, his earlier playfulness giving way to something gentler. 

Wrapped in his warmth and the rare peace of the moment, you allowed yourself to drift off, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear and his arm holding you close. For the first time in weeks, you felt completely safe.

[tuiccim]

Lost in the Dark

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 485

Warnings: Dark content! Somnophilia, Non/DubCon, and other dark elements. This fic contains dark themes and may include potentially triggering topics. You are solely responsible for your media consumption.

Summary: Bucky comes home after a mission and can't wait to be with you.

A/N: Special thanks to my beta readers @whisperlullaby and @fandomsaremylifeline.

The house was dark as Bucky bound up the stairs late in the night. He had been gone for two days and you weren’t expecting him back until tomorrow night. He smiled as he entered your bedroom to find you sound asleep. Naked and laid out on your stomach, you had your arms wrapped under your pillow and your ass was on display making Bucky lick his lips. 

Bucky steps into the adjoining bathroom and strips. He smirks in the mirror at the wicked idea that had crossed his mind. Heading back to the bed, you hadn’t moved an inch and he chuckles lightly at the deep sleep you were in. He had rarely seen you like this and he enjoyed watching you so comfortable in his bed. 

Climbing onto the bed, he straddles your legs and positions himself. He had applied a generous amount of lube to his cock and slid inside of you with little resistance. 

“Fuuuuck, I’ve missed you, Doll,” he whispers as he feels your muscles clench around him. He moves slowly at first but the little whine you let out has his cock throbbing. It had been too long for his tastes and feeling you wrapped around him was intoxicating. His hips began pistoning, driving deeper, and he knew you were fully awake when your hands wrapped around the metal headboard. 

His hand slides under your body to find your clit and make swift circles, “Couldn’t wait till morning, doll. Had to feel this tight cunt squeezing me. Two days is too long to be away from you.”

He knows your body and plays it as a skilled master. Your body tightens and breath hitches as the waves of your orgasm break over you. Unbidden, a high pitched moan escapes you and you feel Bucky tighten above you. 

“Fuck, that’s what I needed,” he whispers in your ear as he thrusts sloppily, meeting his own end. He lays on top of you for a moment, catching his breath, and occasionally thrusting inside you with the aftershocks. Flipping you over, he looks deeply into your eyes with a sweet smile before bringing his lips to yours. He kisses you thoroughly, reminding himself of your sweet nature and softness. “Couldn't wait to get back to you, doll,” he smiles as he slips out of bed. “I’m gonna start the shower. You know I have to have you at least one more time before I can sleep.” 

You watch his naked form as he walks to the dim light coming from the bathroom. When he goes through, you wipe a tear from your eye and your hand trails to feel the collar around your neck. A delicate chain attached it to the bed frame. All made from vibranium. You had been sleeping soundly for the first time in months knowing that he was away on a mission but, now, your captor is home. 

Part 2

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[charles-leclerizz]

🏎️ ๋࣭ ⭑ flustered tweets

🏁 Pairings : Max Verstappen X fem!Reader

🏁 Warnings : suggestive sexual themes, touching, kissing, licking etc. no explicit content, swearing, Daniel Ricciardo being a menace.

🏁 Word Count : 3.3k words (3352 words)

🏁 Author's note : First suggestive conntent on this blog! woo-hoo, light the fireworks. But I do hope you enjoy and as always please leave a comment or reblog, since they do fuel my motivation. <3 Note that word dividers are by @cottage-writings and as always, translations are available via radio comm.

🏁 Music player : Love by Lana Del Ray

You smile to yourself as you stare at your television screen, the metallic box was currently projecting your boyfriend’s face, post-race, red faced and sweaty. Positively gorgeous. His blonde hair was mused due to his helmet and droplets of water leaked down from the strands to his forehead, trickling down his temple to his chin where they dripped down to his fire-proofs. It was nearing the end of the interview, and that meant his favourite questions would begin to pop up, the personal ones.

“So Max, how’s the missus doing? Based off her Instagram it looks like you both are very happy.” The man holding the microphone smiled at the driver, who rolled his eyes playfully at the memory of the multitude of stories that you would post by the hour, in fact he was 99% sure that you had posted at least 5 whilst he was in the car.

“Yeah well, it’s a dream being with her, it really feels like I’m on cloud 9.” He gushed, a rare occurrence for the notoriously grumpy man, but as soon as you were brought up in conversation, it was as though he was a wilting sunflower that was just introduced to sunlight, “I’m doing all of this for her.” Max admitted bashfully.

“Well, if that isn’t proof of the it couple on the grid, then I don’t know what is.” The interviewer admitted, grinning at the lovesick expression on your boyfriend’s face, “But before I let you go, the fans were in uproar a few days before the race. Based on a tweet made by a fellow driver on the grid.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, as if his humorous actions would jog Max’s memory.

You, on the other hand, knew exactly of the tweet Mark, as he introduced himself as, was talking of. It was tweeted by none other than Daniel Ricciardo, the cheeky bastard decided to divulge the fans with a tidbit of information about Max and your sex life.

Just walked into the 2-time WDC and his girlfriend doing it like bunnies. Somehow, this man is never embarrassed.

You remember that day like no-other, it was the moment after the Spanish Grand Prix and Max had just won.

“I’m so proud of you,” You breathed against his lips, holding his face between your palms as your fingers fisted his hair, close enough to the root that he groaned outwardly. The scent of victory wafted from him as one of your hands snaked down between the two of you to unzip his race suit. Allowing you to push him against the hotel room wall and move down to lick thick, wet stripes against his pulse point, revelling in the taste of fresh champagne.

“heilige shit,” he breathed out, gnawing at his bottom lip whilst the hands that rested on your waist tightened and bruised his fingerprints against your skin.

 “Geliefde.” Max whispered, bringing his left hand up to grip the nape of your neck and guide your face away from the fifth fresh hickey you were creating on his muscle, towards his own, gazing into your eyes with a heavy stare.

“Yeah?” You answer, blinking rapidly to clear the misty haze that overtook your brain, all you could think of was the delicious way that his suit hung low from his hips and how tight his fireproofs were, exaggerating his muscular pecs that strained against the protective layer.

His chest rose and fell rapidly as you scratched your nails lightly down his scalp towards his thick collar that stuck to his body, “Maxie?” You prompt, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

He chuckled at your act, wrapping a large hand around your neck and squeezing gently at the sides, just enough for you to gasp, “What do you think the press will say huh? My girlfriend got too horny watching me win?” He guided you towards the freshly made bed, pushing you down to a sitting position as your knees hit the back of the padded mattress, “It’s okay though, mijn mooie vriendin-“ He paused, moving his hand up to cup your jaw and pull at your lower lip, parting your mouth until you obediently allowed him to slip his thumb in, “I only do this for you.” He murmured.

Max nudged you further, watching contently as you fell onto your back, sinking into the thick blanket and released his thumb with a loud pop. You laugh a little at his proclamation, “Really? You do this for me?” You bite your lip, fiddling with the comforter beneath your fingertips, pushing off from the bed as you anchor yourself on your elbows.

“You doubt me?” He arches an incredulous eyebrow at you, bending down to part your knees, “dat zal niet lukken.” He murmured, getting down onto his knees to hook your thigh onto his shoulder, allowing him to twist his head and kiss the sensitive skin, “What should I do to prove it to you? Huh?”

Max chuckled as you slipped your hand beneath the waistband of your shorts, pushing them down suggestively and he would’ve given into your request had it not been for the interruption.

“HEYYY CHAMP-“The friendly boisterous voice of a certain Australian rang through your hotel room, causing you to jump and grip your boyfriends head, which had merely jolted slightly before coming to rest against your opposite thigh, uninterested.

“Daniel.” Max deadpanned, his cerulean eyes merely slackened, cracking a lazy smile as his friend stopped in his tracks, blocking the door from what seemed to be at least half of the grid, “Must you really bother me?”

“Sorry man,” you heard Lewis call out, chuckling loudly as a familiar French cackle sounded off after a lewd comment sounding like, “damn he’s pussy-whipped”. You whimpered with embarrassment, falling back against the bed as you covered your face, hiding the blotchy blush that covered your face.

“Max” You whined, twitching your leg so that he could get up and most likely go out to celebrate, “Get up, we can continue this later.” You assured him, already imagining the dress that you would wear.

“See what you did wankers?” He called out, barely lifting himself up, “Made my girl embarrassed.” He admonished his colleagues.  Max looked up at you, cooing at your red face, “It’s okay, Mijn liefje. I’ll get them to leave.”

“Guys lets go” Lando called out, “Let the guy get his dick wet.”

“Ew gross.”

“Not my fault you’re single fuck-face.”

You groaned, “Guys!” The crowd settled at the sound of your harsh, crackly voice, “It’s fine, let us at least get ready?”

“Yes ma’am” Charles shouted, which was soon followed with sounds of violence and pathetic groans.

Max kissed your cheek, getting up from the floor to go and slam the door in the few faces, but before you could hear the satisfying wood beat against the hinges, Daniel had whispered, “How the fuck are you not embarrassed?” Which prompted more snickers and a flurry of agreements about your lover’s lack of humiliation.

“You should be embarrassed ass wipe.” Max chuckled as he pushed the group out of the doorway, “Walked in on me about to get the best meal money could never buy.”

If you thought about it too much the humiliation would creep back in, along with the curiosity.

Later that same evening, when your friends and you had gone out for dinner, your face was still flushed and any thought that led back to that moment in the hotel room would lead to you shaking your head promptly and diving back into conversation. Whereas Max was comfortably seated next to you, chatting happily as he sipped more alcohol from the flute by his porcelain plate whilst his free hand rested on your thigh, slipped underneath the silky material of your sundress.

It was as if the moment never happened and he was already fantasising about getting you back into the room, ready to bend you into different positions that would make your legs shake hard enough into next Sunday. He did infact, manage that.

Max laughed on your television screen, turning to look at Daniel, who was animatedly doing his own interview, “Yeah well, it’s hard to embarrass me,” he inhaled sharply through his teeth as he shrugged nonchalantly, “It really was just an inchident.”

Max winked cheekily at the camera as Mark laughed and patted his shoulder, “Nice to see Max, have a good one,”

“You too,”

You huffed out with amusement as you pointed the remote at the screen a certain calm filling the apartment as the light blinked away from the box in front of you. The sun was slowly setting on the streets of Monaco, a subtle signal that meant that your boyfriend would soon be returning home to you. Max would claim that home was where you were, but you could tell that the large penthouse was probably the closest alternative to the driver, it was a joint investment as a couple, the first of many and it was beloved by both of you.

Large windows that overlooked the high-end shopping district which curved with the positioning of the building, an oblong shape that influenced the soft edges of the entire apartment. The home was out of your Pinterest board, soft plush coaches and tall glass vases that littered every free surface, Max had claimed 2 of the 4 bedrooms, one of them being his office and the other being his specialist home gym. The third was saved for guests and the fourth, that resided on a separate floor; took over the entire area and was your shared bedroom. Luckily on his and your salary, the home was merely a drop in the ocean, along with the numerous pretty pennies you spent on furniture.

It was in other words, your baby.

Jimmy and Sassy slinked between your legs as you walked to the kitchen from your spot on the largest couch that was turned inwards to face the TV that was mounted within the ceiling, dropping down mechanically at the push of a button and retreating into the seemingly solid concrete at another. You had done exactly that, dismissing the piece of tech to show off the full-length balcony. Cooing at your fur-children you picked them up in one hand, “Come on guys, let’s finish dinner,” You kissed their heads, chuckling as they nuzzled into your face before letting them down on the floor in front of the sink when you went to put on a pair of gloves and fish out dinner from the oven.

The tell-tale chime of your elevator and the mechanical tone of the keypad informed you that Max was home, along with the cats going off to welcome their father from a long day of work,

“Hey guys,” you heard him greet the children whilst he kicked off his shoes and tucked them along with his jacket into the small cupboard that sat within the wall in the entrance hall. You turned away from the oven, placing the entire grill onto the kitchen island as you huffed happily at the dish within the Tupperware as Max walked further into the house and towards the kitchen, where you stood patiently, the soft sounds of the Vitamin String Quartet playing in the background.

“Hey, schat,” He murmured, eyes softening at the corners as he rushed to your side, tugging you away from the counter to wrap his hands around your and bury his head into your neck. You giggle at the tickle of his hair against your skin and bring your hands down to cover his that were wrapped around you, “Hello my love,” you whisper, turning your head slightly to kiss his forehead.

“You cooked,” He stated happily, smiling against you.

“I did.”

“I’m happy,” He confirmed, removing himself from your neck whilst keeping a firm hold on your waist, “How was work?”

“Same old same old, people want to invest in stocks, I do it for them. Very boring.” You rush through your day, recounting the odd events that went on in the office, “But I saw your interview, watched it on the archive.”

“Hmm,” He hummed, knowing that when you do watch the interviews, you normally do it to hear his voice and see his absurdly attractive post-race glow, not listen to the odd mechanical language and repeated statements of, “-push the car harder next race.” Or “-really disappointed this time.”

“Heard what you said about that tweet Daniel made,” You feel him kiss the skin behind your ear before snorting.

“What else could I say? Man doesn’t think before tweeting.” Max grumbled.

“Made me think-“

“Oh no.”

“Stop it.”

“Okay,”

“Anyway, made me think that I actually have never seen you blush.”

“I’m sure you have,” He assured you, untangling himself from you to get a chilled water bottle from the fridge behind you. You twist your body around, leaning back against the counter to watch his movements with squinted eyes.

“Hmm,” You tap your chin for a few seconds, “Nope, never.”

“Schat, it’s been almost two years,” He paused to crack off the top of the bottle, “I am positive you’ve seen me blush. And even if you haven’t, it’s no big deal.”

You huffed and crossed your arms childishly, “But I’m your girlfriend!” You reached out with your hands to grab his own slutty-man waist.

“Thanks for the reminder, had het anders niet geweten,” Max chuckled, allowing you to pull him by the waist to rest his abdomen just above yours.

“It’s a big deal Maxie, I’m meant to be able to make you blush,” You pouted up at him, scratching your nails up his spine, grinning as he shivered against your hold.

He took a final gulp from his bottle before minutely shifting to press harshly against a cupboard to reveal a hidden bin that popped out at his commend. Max dropped the empty plastic into the metallic cylinder and pushed the sliding contraption in again. He turned back to you, focussing on your large unblinking eyes and wet, pouting lips.

He held your face tenderly, kissing your forehead with his own, “S’okay schat, somethings just aren’t meant to happen.”

You pull away at his statement.

Like hell it won’t

“Nope, that won’t do,” You tug at his arm, guiding him into the separate dining room, a large area that was painted an off-white creamy colour, containing a brass sputnik chandelier that hung low against the white marble dining table which had at least 12 separate chairs tucked beneath its oval body. You pulled at the upholstered chair and dug your hand into the tactile Borg fabric before seating Max, who patiently trailed behind you whilst holding the separate doors open, allowing you to execute your plan perfectly.

You stood in front of the man, who was sat with his legs spread graciously in front of him with his large palms splayed against his slightly-less than normal skinny jeans. It was going to hard, yes. Harder than a diamond heist, to extract the long sought over blush from this well practiced stoic man. But you were determined.

Starting easily, you planted your hands on the arms of the chair and leaned forward, close enough that your noses were touching and lips ghosting over each other’s.

“What about this?” You whispered, eyes fluttering closed as you could begin to feel the small grooves and indents of his lips against yours along with his tongue licking at your bottom lip.

“Don’t think so, love.” He murmured back, laughing heartily when you groaned and pushed at his chest.

“Ok that’s it, take it off.” You folded your arms, tapping your foot impatiently.

“Woah, at least buy me dinner first?” Max’s eyes widened as you growled playfully and tugged at the hem of his branded red-bull shirt, “O-Okay okay, chill out you horny demon.”

“Good,” You huff, undoing the buttons of your light blue shirt, until you stood in just your bra and a long pair of silky lounge-wear pants, “We aren’t leaving here until you blush at least once.” You promised him, grinning manically when he stared at your chest.

You re-started once again, barely brushing your lips against the shell of his ear, smiling to yourself when his breath hitched and he groaned, “Anything?” You breathe out, licking slowly, lustfully at the sensitive skin between his ear and the nape of his neck.

“No,” Max denied, squeezing his eyes shut when you took the skin of his collar bone between your lips, sucking lavishly until you were sure of a dark blue love bite before moving inwards, littering the pale canvas with your marks.

“Come on Maxie, you know you want to,” You crooned moving further down, until your face was between his pecs and your hands were braced against the muscles, you dug your nails into his skin before dragging them slowly downwards whilst keeping your eyes locked with his, waiting for the victorious rosy tint to paint his face.

No luck.

“Maybe we should just give up? I can think of a lot of things I can do,” He just barely moaned out from between heavy pants whilst your mouth had made its way to his navel, leaving a wet trail in its wake. You shook your head slightly, flicking your eyes down to where your tongue lay flat against his stomach, “Are you fucking kidding me?” You complained, biting his abs.

“What? I can’t help it,” He defended, holding his arms up innocently before clenching his jaw shut when you began to fiddle with the button of his jeans.

“Yeah?” You challenge, getting up from the tiled floor to swing one leg to one side of his waist while the other sat on the opposite side, allowing you to straddle him and sit directly on his crotch whilst raising an eyebrow at his rolled back eyes.

“What about now Maxie?”

You winded your hips once. Twice. Until he came to hold your love-handles with a tight, possessive grip. Max leaned up, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, you whimpered when one of his hands slipped beneath your pants to snap the elastic of your underwear.

You pulled away, burring your hands in his hair and letting the soft strands flow through your fingers, “What about now?” You murmur, pushing yourself against his palm whilst arching your back. He hissed, smirking at your determination.

“Nope.” He removed both hands from your body to fold them behind his head and lean back, “Now what, schat?”

You slumped down and pulled at your bra strap contemplatively, “Dinner.” You stated simply, clambering out of his lap.

“That’s what I tho- wait why are your clothes on?” He asked you incredulously, pointing at the significant tent in his jeans.

“Max Emillian Verstappen I put a lot of effort into dinner tonight,” You scolded him with your pointer finger as you slipped on your shirt, leaving the buttons undone.

“W-what the-“ He spluttered reaching for your hand, “Seriously don’t do this,” he whined, adjusting his jeans with an uncomfortable expression.

“That’s what you get.” You shrugged, leaving him in the dining room, not before you bent down in front of him- swaying your hips suggestively as you collected his shirt from the floor and throwing it at him, “Don’t come out without your shirt on.”

The door slowly creaked shut, leaving Max still shirtless, flabbergasted at his inability to blush.

Well, not really.

He groaned loudly, balling up his shirt to hide the angry red flush that creeped up his cheeks and took over the entirety of his chest, ears and neck.

“HAH!” You called out, re-emerging from the door with a bang, “I KNEW IT.” You had your phone in your hand, displaying a perfect picture of his flustered state, the blonde was buried within his team’s shirt and was very obviously scarlet, “NOW THE WORLD WILL KNOW!” You shouted victoriously, jumping up and down in your spot, shirt still unbuttoned.

You squealed when Max jumped and growled at you, “Get back here, I’ll give you something to tweet about.”

📻 Kcccchh.... come in.... come in...translatiion available...over

📻 Kchh...Dutch....to english....over

heilige shit - Holy shit

Geliefde - Love [r]

mijn mooie vriendin - my beautiful girlfriend

dat zal niet lukken - that won't work

Mijn liefje - My darling

schat - Darling/Love/Babe [term of endearment]

had het anders niet geweten - wouldn't have known otherwise

[softfem-dom]

it is sooo rare i come across blogs who write grease so i haveeee to sieze the moment !! could you pls write kenickie x zuko!reader with them in a secret relationship and danny finding out/finding them tg. thank u luv💕

you're banging my sister!?!? kenickie murdoch drabble

synopsis :

what would happen if T-Birds' smooth talking rebel, Kenickie, fell for Danny Zuko's sister?

or danny finding out his best friend is banging his sister.

wordcount : 1.6k — masterlist 𝜗𝜚 navigation post

tags/warnings : third person pov, suggestive, zuko!reader, cuss words, kenickie being kenickie.

You knew your brother wouldn't approve of this, of him. He dealt with enough of the T-Birds' shit daily to know who was and who wasn't good boyfriend material.

That's why, though, you didn't tell him. What he didn't know, wouldn't hurt, would it? Some things were better if Danny didn't know, and it's not like you were going to take advice from someone as appearances-driven as the Danny Zuko himself —Rydell's most sought after heartbreaker.

Kenickie was a total goose, but that didn't mean he wasn't good. He obviously wasn't the best boyfriend, clearly not traditional in the sense of asking you to split the bill —or downright pay yourself for it— at the Frost Palace when he was short of money, but he was good fun and a better laid.

You still wondered who Kenickie justified the hickeis on his neck as, you left too many for Danny not to have noticed when hanging out with his best friend. Probably asking who he was getting handsy with, the womanizer.

"fuck, baby-" he groaned, his bushy dirty blonde eyebrows scrunching up as your teeth delivered another bite on his neck. He craned his head back, his breath coming in short puffs as his hands tightened on your hips.

The movie playing on the big screen of the drive-in was long forgotten ever since he decided you'd be comfier on his lap than on the passenger seat of his car —honestly just an excuse to have you closer. "you keep doing that and I might gotta take you home"

His hands slipped from your hips down to your rear, slipping into the back pockets of your jeans as you chuckled. "maybe that's what I want you to do, 'nickie" you teased him, pressing a kiss to his jaw that made him groan and give your ass a firm squeeze.

You could already feel the stiffness you were sitting on, your knees touching the worn out cloth of his car's seats as you smiled up at him and batted your eyelashes. If your older brother was the king of making girls swoon with his eyes, then you were the exact same in the opposite gender. He thought.

He dived right in then, his lips smashing into yours as one of his hands left your ass to go find the handle that'd make the seat lean back. The car's windows were starting to fog up slightly, your kiss all tongue and teeth as his hands started to wander under your shirt.

However, just right before he could get a hold of your bra and unclap it, an awfully familiar voice rang broke off your make out season.

"KENICKIE, MAN!" it was Danny, and he sounded as offended —flabbergasted— and wide-eyed as he looked from his place standing next to the window.

Kenickie's mouth was off yours in an instant, snapping his head up to meet your brother's gaze through the slightly fogged up window. He was still breathing heavily, his greased hair slightly disheveled from your nail's doing. And he looked like a deer in highlights.

"uh, man this is not what it looks like" he tried, though the nervous smirk that broke through his kissed raw lips betrayed his awkwardness. You were covering your face with your hands, red as a tomato, clearly embarassed at being caught in such a position by your brother.

"oh, sure!" Danny replied, his hands going to his hips. "Because it certainly looks like you're getting fresh with my baby sister!" he pointed at you, voice breaking into a more high-pitched tone due to the sheer offense that had just been commited. You just groaned —begging the ground to swallow you.

"I'm not a baby, Danny"

"oh, yes you are! You're my baby sister!" Danny replied, eyes and accusatorily pointing finger moving from Kenickie to you. "You're banging my baby sister, man, that's like- dude, that's messed up! you don't bang your best friend's sister! you- you traitor!"

[azmstea]

[COSMO - RARE TWISTED]

Okey, I KNOW some people already made this idea (found out while I was working on this), but I really wanted to make my version of it so let's go!!

Well, I decided to rework a bit Twisted Cosmo because I personally never understood why he is a common one to begin with. And also explain how his ability would work!

This will be a PRETTY long blog with a lot of yapping, so if you're actually interested in the "AU", keep reading!!

ASKS ABOUT HIM ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!

Alright, let's start by explaining a bit about him.

"He believes he's helping others, but his healing method doesn't work like before. This twisted, separated from his best friend, walks around looking for people to heal with hearts that block any healing items and causing random effects for a few seconds. Be sure to never be spotted without full health!" - Research description.

During a blackout, Cosmo got lost and was forced to separate from his best friend Sprout and had only one heart left by the end of the process. When arriving at the elevator, he noticed Sprout having a hard time with a twisted, and he also had one heart. Knowing that his stamina was low at the moment, Cosmo does something he never did before: He used all his strength to remove his last heart and give it to Sprout, saving him from a fatal attack. Sprout made it to the elevator, but Cosmo couldn't say the same. (I want my Fruitcake angst y'all, or else I'll cook it)

We aren't sure how exactly toons became Twisteds, but for the sake of this "AU", Dandy decided to use Cosmo as a way to test something new: An ichor heart in a non main character toon. This heart made Cosmo stop from dying, but it causes him A LOT of pain, since his chest is opened and the ichor causes physical pain. He still has some conscience inside of him, but the ichor stops him from acting like how he used to and makes it more difficult to talk. His body and head are full of bites, like the twisted that was haunting Sprout tried to eat him before. His arm is way bigger and heavier than before, but he doesn't mind much because he is pretty strong around his arms, but it surely brings some extra pain for his right side.

Deep down, he just wants to help other toons, but he can't realize how he isn't capable of doing it in a positive way anymore thanks to the ichor.

Yes, I know, only main characters have sounds to show that they're nearby, but I want to add that if Cosmo is extremely close of you (in the same room or in the next room), you're capable of hearing his ichor heart beats, which are fast and loud. Like this, players can escape from him in case they are in a dangerous situation.

ABILITY:

(I saw a video called "swap au" on YouTube and took a bit of inspiration from it, but I changed it to make it a little more interesting!)

Twisted Cosmo's ability is inspired in his Toon's active: Heal others, but with a reverse effect.

If you have all your hearts, Cosmo won't follow you or harm you, he will keep walking because he doesn't want to hurt anyone (something like Glisten) and because he knows you won't need any heals. At first, it's like he won't even do anything at all.

However, if he sees you with 2 hearts or only 1 heart, he will grab his ichor heart from his chest and start chasing you, with the intention of throwing a heart at you and "help". His attention spam is a little longer (3.5 s) and his speed increases from his canon twisted form, but his eye vision isn't the best since he doesn't have one of his eyes, so he can't see you from extreme distances like Shrimpo.

If he catches you, your empty heart slots will be filled with a weird "ichor heart", similar to main characters. As his description says, the heart will block any kind of healing, so things like Teagan's active, medkits and bandaids won't work at all. Along with that, you'll get a random effect for 10 seconds from the I category (like "Confused I", "Slow I", "Tired I"). After the attack, Cosmo will no longer follow you because he thinks he finished his job there. (Distractors you're all screwed🔥)

And plus, you can avoid his attack if you heal yourself BEFORE he can heal you.

Another ability of his is being able to know when and where a player got hurt. Let's say you have 3 hearts, but you got a hit from Shelly in "x" spot. In this scenario, Cosmo will immediately go to "x" spot no matter how far he is from the place. If you manage to leave where you were before he arrives, good! If not, Cosmo will chase you to give you an ichor heart. Sounds "inoffensive" at first, but depending of the situation, it can make your life pure hell.

If you have 1 regular heart and 2 ichor hearts, Cosmo will no longer care about you during that floor because it's impossible to get another hit without dying, leaving you in a vulnerable situation for any complicated twisteds like Pebble or Goob. That's why I like to call him the very first twisted that won't kill you directly! I wanted to play with the fact that he's a supporter as a toon, so why not make a "supporter" twisted whose job is make your gameplay harder?? Maybe a new type of twisted?

"Will Cosmo also follow you if all machines are done like Glisten?" I'm still unsure of it, but to keep his "support" role, I suppose he would just accept his fate of being alone, because at least he can "help" others. (I WANT FRUITCAKE ANGST!!!)

How do you remove the ichor hearts? Again, still thinking about it, but just like Shelly's "Confused" ability, the effect should be gone once you reach the elevator. I thought about leaving the effect for 2 floors, but I dunno if this would be too OP or anything, so you can decide on this!

Now congratulations! You know who is twisted Cosmo and how to survive to one of the most annoying Twisteds ever!! /jk

I suppose that's all for now about him! He's still in development, but this is the main idea of him and his abilities!

And don't worry, I will be sure to cook some good old angst with this concept. Hope everyone enjoys it!!

ASKS ABOUT HIM ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!

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NEO TV # i like me better when i'm with you ꗃ╭╯ jung jaehyun.

──────── chapter ⵌ9: the choices of a (dead) man.

𒄬 genre: slowburn / angst / suggestive / gang au / rich kid au / e2l

𒄬 warnings: drug use mention / gang activity / fights / use of weapons / adult language / nsfw scenes / illegal activities / mentions of cheating / toxic family enviroment / addictions / manipulation / insecurities / illegal street racing / death mentions / jeno is jaehyun's brother / lots of angst. for this ch I want to clarify that this is for fictional purposes, some things might not be accurate to real-life situations (like the witness program, yes I did my research but if I wanted to add it to the story or make it work it, I need to twist it).

𒄬word count: 5.6k

𒄬 a/n: wait— before you read this i want to say that next chapter (10) will be the end of the series (i'm positive i'll post an epilogue as a bonus scene), so we reached to the very and really climax of the story— i'm sorry teehee. I know I've put a lot of push and pull shit but what can I say? I'm a girl who loves drama. I'll make it better... maybe. But for real— i'd like to read what you think of the story so far and mostly because i'm posting two chapters in a week, something that rarely happens in this blog lol.

Three days before the exchange— the morning after Daeho's OD. 7:34 am.

Life sometimes felt like the ocean—constantly shifting, never still. (Y/N) wished, just for a moment, that her ocean could be calm. That the waves would soften, that the breeze would brush against her skin with warmth instead of chilling her to the bone. That the sand beneath her feet would bring comfort instead of uncertainty.

But life didn’t work that way.

Right now, her ocean was drowning her. The waves crashed violently against her chest, pulling her under, stealing the air from her lungs. The storm raged on, wild and merciless, leaving her lost in the chaos of her own mind.

Her gaze was hollow, unfocused, locked onto one of the sterile white walls of the hospital waiting room. The chair beneath her felt ice-cold, but it wasn’t just the temperature. It was the weight of the moment. The way her body trembled, the way her pulse hammered against her ribs.

Because no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop seeing it—the image burned into her mind, replaying like a cruel, unrelenting film.

Daeho, sprawled across the floor of their lake house.

His body unnaturally still. His lips chapped.

Her hands pressing against his chest, desperately searching for a pulse, feeling the faintest flicker of life beneath her fingertips. The suffocating helplessness. The sheer, gut-wrenching terror.

She had almost lost him.

A strangled sob broke free from her throat, and she quickly buried her face in her hands. Tears slipped through her fingers, hot and relentless.

She couldn’t lose Daeho. Not him. Not after everything.

Tick—tock.

… Toe.

Time had become meaningless. She had no idea how long she had been sitting there, how many hours had passed since the wail of sirens had filled her ears, since her screams had shattered the night.

When the doctor finally entered the waiting room, (Y/N) inhaled sharply, wiping her tears in a futile attempt to appear composed. She rose to her feet, her parents mirroring her actions, tension hanging heavy in the air.

“We’ve managed to stabilize Mr. Hwang.”

The breath she had been holding finally escaped her lips, shaking, unsteady.

“We found a significant amount of heroin in his system,” the doctor continued. “After stabilizing his breathing, we administered Naloxone to counteract the effects of the opioid. His body is still adjusting, but we will continue monitoring him closely. He might be ready to be discharged by tomorrow morning— we’ll let you know when you can visit.”

“Thank you, doctor,” (Y/N) whispered, her voice raw, almost breaking. “Will he be okay?”

The doctor hesitated. “Physically, yes. But overdoses… they rarely happen just once. If it’s reached this point, it’s likely to happen again unless he gets proper help. Not just medical, but emotional and professional support. That’s a discussion you need to have as a family.”

With a polite nod, the doctor excused himself, leaving the weight of his words behind.

(Y/N) exhaled shakily and leaned against the nearest wall, pressing her palm to her forehead.

She wasn’t prepared for the storm that was still approaching.

Because she knew her aunt and uncle were already on their way. The moment they had been notified of the incident, they had taken the first available flight to Kwangya. And now, as they burst through the waiting room doors, their urgency made the air even heavier.

“I can’t believe this happened,” Daeho’s mother seethed, her voice laced with irritation rather than concern. “We leave him alone for one moment, and this is what he does?”

“The doctor just informed us that he’s stable,” (Y/N)’s father interjected, his tone calm, detached.

“That boy is nothing but trouble,” her uncle snapped. “We can’t control him anymore—do you have any idea what our business partners will think when they find out about this mess? The successor to our company overdosing like some street addict?”

(Y/N) felt something inside her snap.

Her breath hitched, her vision blurred—not from tears, but from sheer, unfiltered rage.

“That’s what you care about?” she whispered, her voice shaking with disbelief. “What do people think? Daeho almost died, and all you can think about is your reputation?”

Her mother’s sharp gaze snapped to her. “(Y/N), that’s enough.”

“No,” she shot back, stepping forward. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. “Daeho is lying in a hospital bed because of what you put him through! Because you treat him like an asset instead of a son! Because you suffocate him with pressure until he feels like the only way to breathe is through a needle in his vein!”

Her uncle’s eyes darkened. “And you? You’re just as guilty. You cover for him. You make excuses for him. You enable him.”

“My fault?” (Y/N) let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “I have been the only one who’s actually been there for him! While you ignored him, while you pretended he was fine, while you let him drown in his own pain, I was the one keeping him afloat! And now—now you want to act like you care?”

Her father sighed, rubbing his temples. “That’s enough. This conversation is pointless. We’ve already made a decision.”

(Y/N) froze, dread curling in her stomach. “What decision?”

“We’re sending Daeho to the States,” he said without looking at her. “He’ll be admitted into a rehabilitation center. He won’t return until his condition is under control.”

Her mother stepped in, her tone final. “And you will be sent to the States as well. You'll be transfer to a private school to finish your final year.”

(Y/N) felt the ground beneath her shift. “What? You can’t just ship us off to another country!” she snapped. “You can’t do this—especially not now! We’re months away from graduation—”

Her mother’s gaze was steely. “This is not up for debate.”

Her uncle folded his arms, voice dripping with disdain. “Frankly, it’s about time. You’ve been running around with that gang boy long enough.”

Her mother stepped closer, her grip tightening around (Y/N)’s wrist. Her nails dug into her skin as she hissed, “You are not throwing your life away over some delinquent.”

(Y/N) ripped her arm free, heart pounding, voice raw. “You can’t control me like this!”

Her father’s voice was cold. “If you don’t obey, you’ll lose everything. Your inheritance. Your connections. Consider this your last warning.”

(Y/N)’s hands trembled. She was trapped. Caged. And for the first time, she realized just how far they would go to keep her under control.

“Daeho wasn’t born an addict. You made him one. And you’d rather lock him away than admit that.”

Silence gripped the room, thick and suffocating. The weight of her words settled into the air like lead, pressing against every person in the room.

Her mother’s gaze hardened, her voice cutting through the stillness like a blade. “Do you really think Jaehyun would choose you over his own survival? You’re just another burden to him.”

The words felt like a physical blow, knocking the breath from her lungs. Her vision blurred, her chest constricting so tightly she thought she might collapse. Her fingers trembled, curling into the fabric of her sleeves as if anchoring herself to reality.

A cold sweat broke across her skin. They weren’t just taking away her choices. They were stripping away everything—her autonomy, her future, her relationships. They were reducing her existence to something small, something controllable, something they could manipulate.

Her hands balled into fists, nails digging into her palms as she struggled to steady her breathing. Her mother’s words echoed in her skull, repeating over and over again, venomous and cruel.

“You don’t know anything,” she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her mother didn’t flinch. “And yet, here you are, ruining yourself for someone who would never do the same for you.”

The walls seemed to close in on her. The air felt too thin, too heavy. Her heart pounded violently against her ribcage, her mind spiraling into something dark and suffocating.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to run. But all she could do was stand there, frozen, trapped in the nightmare of her own making.

Three days before the exchange — the decision moment. 8:45 am.

The room was too quiet.

Jaehyun could hear everything—the distant hum of a vending machine, the faint murmur of voices from another room, the slow ticking of a clock mounted on the wall.

The air smelled like cheap coffee and paper—familiar, in a way that made his stomach turn.

This wasn’t his first time in a police station.

But it was the first time he had walked in on his own.

His gaze remained fixed on the wooden table, watching the reflection of the dim fluorescent light bounce off its surface.

The room wasn’t particularly warm, and yet, a single bead of sweat traced a slow path down his temple. He wiped it away with his thumb, but the sensation lingered—uncomfortable, suffocating.

Maybe it was because of the room itself—small, almost claustrophobic.

Or maybe it was because of why he was here.

This? Sitting in a police station? Even entertaining the idea of working with the people he had spent years running from?

For the first time in his life, Jung Jaehyun could admit he had finally lost his mind.

But then again, his life had already been dragged to hell. And when you were already drowning, did it really matter how deep you sank?

His shoulders tensed at the sound of a glass being placed on the table. 

He didn’t look up.

Not until he heard the voice.

"I have to say, I was surprised to get your call."

Officer Baekhyun.

His tone was unreadable—neither mocking nor welcoming. Just curious.

He took a slow sip of his coffee before continuing.

"I had already made up with the fact that we’d have to take Neo Zone down without your help."

Jaehyun didn’t answer.

He pressed his fists against his thighs, trying to ground himself—trying to contain the storm inside him.

"And if you’re really going to be part of this," Baekhyun added, setting down his cup,”I'd expect a little more than you sitting there, staring at a glass of water. "

Jaehyun finally lifted his gaze.

Their eyes met.

Baekhyun wasn’t smiling, but there was something almost… understanding in his expression.

Jaehyun swallowed, his throat dry.

"It took… certain things to get me here." His voice was hoarse, like it had been ripped out of him.

He leaned forward slightly, hands pressing against the table.

"But before we start this— what I need from you is a promise." 

Baekhyun waited. 

Jaehyun swallowed, his throat dry. “No matter what happens—no matter what happens to me—" he exhaled, voice steady but empty.  “My family is safe."

Baekhyun nodded.

"You can trust the program. I’ve put years into making sure it works."

Jaehyun let out a sharp, hollow breath.

“Trust is a luxury I can’t afford."

Baekhyun tilted his head slightly, watching him.

"Once trust is broken, it takes an entire village to rebuild it, right?"

Jaehyun’s lips curled slightly—not a smirk, not a smile. Just a bitter recognition of his own words being thrown back at him.

Baekhyun didn’t press further. He just studied him, waiting.

"What made you change your mind?"

Jaehyun leaned back, running a hand down his face.

"I realized that the only things keeping me alive—the only reasons I’ve been holding on—are slipping through my fingers."

His voice was eerily calm.

"The first time you came to me with this offer, I laughed in your face. I told you there was no way out. That the moment I turned my back on Neo Zone, I’d be a dead man."

He lifted his gaze, something dark and unshakable settling in his eyes.

"That’s still true."

A pause.

"But I don’t care anymore."

Baekhyun didn’t react. He just let the words sit.

Jaehyun’s hands curled into fists.

"Death isn’t what I fear anymore."

He let out a slow breath, and for the first time, his exhaustion was visible.

Not just physical. Something deeper.

"As long as my family… as long as the people I love are safe, nothing else matters." His voice barely wavered. “If I have to sacrifice myself to make sure that happens, then so be it."

Baekhyun let out a quiet sigh.

"It must have taken a lot to reach that conclusion."

Jaehyun didn’t answer.

He didn’t have to.

His eyes said enough.

The dark circles beneath them, the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers twitched every few seconds—like his body hadn’t caught up with the fact that he had already made his choice.

Yesterday’s events had destroyed something in him.

Jaehyun exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening on the table.

"My father died in front of me."

Baekhyun’s expression didn’t change, but the weight in the air thickened.

"I didn’t know who did it back then," Jaehyun continued. “I was just a kid. They said the reason was a fight between gangs. And Sooman… he took me in. Gave me a place, made me think I owed him my life. I trusted him. I thought—" Jaehyun let out a bitter laugh. “I thought it was the only place I belonged."

His jaw clenched.

"I was wrong."

Baekhyun said nothing, letting him speak.

"I didn’t find out the truth until Mark Lee told me. He found out Sooman was responsible for my father’s death… and Winwin’s accident." He exhaled, shaking his head.

"The moment he told me, I wanted to kill him."

Baekhyun raised an eyebrow.

Jaehyun scoffed.

"Mark and Lucas stopped me. Told me that no matter what, Sooman would always win. That if I tried to take him down, I’d be the one to die."

A pause. The air between them felt suffocating.

"They were right."

Jaehyun swallowed hard, his voice quieter now.

"And now, I’m losing my brother." Baekhyun frowned slightly. “I spent my whole life trying to keep Jeno from ending up like me.” Jaehyun’s hands clenched. “But he’s already slipping through my fingers. He’s sitting at Sooman’s table. He’s listening to his words. He’s—"

He stopped. He couldn’t say it.

Baekhyun sighed. “And that’s what brought you here.”

Jaehyun nodded slowly.

“When they killed my dad, Sooman didn’t hesitate—he took advantage of it. Pulled me in. Made me work for him. That was the rule: if you lived in Neo Zone, someone in your family had to be part of the gang. And that someone had to be me. Then my uncle Dong’s accident was staged… but Winwin wasn’t supposed to be there. Now that I think about it, I realize why—once my uncle was gone, Sooman would’ve done to Winwin exactly what he did to me. But it went wrong. Winwin was in that car when it happened, and now he’s in rehab, paying the price for something that was never meant for him. And now, watching Jeno get too comfortable around Sooman… I know how this ends. My fate will be the same as my dad’s. The same as my uncle’s. This exchange might be the end of me. And when it is, Jeno will take my place. Sooman will make sure of it. He’ll sink his claws into him, just like he did with me when I was eleven.”

A shaky breath filled the room.

"I walked into this room knowing that once I start down this path, there’s no turning back. Either Neo Zone gets me first, or the program does."

His gaze locked onto Baekhyun’s.

"But at least this way… I can make sure my death means something."

Baekhyun studied him carefully. Then, he reached into his jacket, pulling out a folded file. He slid it across the table.

Baekhyun reached into his jacket and pulled out another file—thicker than the first. He placed it on the table, his fingers lingering on the cover for a second before sliding it forward.

Jaehyun stared at it. His heartbeat was steady, almost eerily so, but something inside him twisted. He knew the second he opened it, the second he pressed pen to paper, he would be sealing his fate. There was no undoing this.

His hand hovered over the file before he finally flipped it open. Words blurred together on the pages—legal terms, agreements, conditions—but none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was the empty space at the bottom, waiting for his signature.

Baekhyun placed a pen beside it.

“Once you sign, there’s no going back."

Jaehyun let out a slow breath.

"There was never a way back to begin with."

He picked up the pen. His fingers were steady, but his chest felt hollow. The moment he pressed the tip to the paper, something inside him cracked. He signed his name in bold strokes, the ink bleeding into the paper like a wound that wouldn’t close.

It was done.

Jaehyun let the pen drop. The sound of it hitting the table was deafening in the quiet room.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then, Jaehyun let out a shaky laugh—one that held no humor.

"Feels like I just signed my own death warrant."

Baekhyun didn’t disagree. He only studied him, his fingers laced together as he leaned back in his chair.

"You don’t have to die, Jaehyun."

Jaehyun exhaled sharply, his jaw clenching.

"Don’t I?"

He shook his head, his voice raw.

"I don’t think you get it. My life was never mine to begin with. It belonged to Neo Zone. It belonged to the streets. Sooman owned my life— And now? Now it belongs to this deal."

He gestured to the papers with a bitter smirk.

"So tell me, Officer. Where do I fit into this equation? Because from where I’m sitting, I don’t see a future where I make it out of this alive."

Baekhyun sighed, but Jaehyun didn’t let him speak.

His hands curled into fists, his knuckles white.

"Do you know what it feels like to watch everything you touch turn to ruin? To know that no matter how hard you try, you only bring pain to the people you love?" His voice cracked. “I tried. I really did. But I lost Winwin. I lost Jeno. I lost her."

Baekhyun remained silent, letting Jaehyun spill out everything he had been holding in.

Jaehyun’s head dropped, his fingers pressing into his temples.

"And the worst part? I wanted to tell her. Wanted to explain. But what was the point? I think I hurt her enough… she’ll be better off without me."

Silence filled the space between them.

Baekhyun watched Jaehyun carefully. He had seen men break before—seen criminals collapse under the weight of their choices—

But Jaehyun? He wasn’t breaking. He was bleeding out slowly, and no one could stop it.

Baekhyun reached for the file, closing it with a quiet snap.

"We’ll do everything we can. But you need to be ready for whatever comes next."

Jaehyun scoffed, pushing back his chair.

"I’ve known my whole life that death is just around the corner”

He stood, shoving his hands into his pockets, his head tilted slightly toward the ceiling as he let out a slow exhale.

"Guess now we find out if I was right."

The fluorescent lights above hummed as Jaehyun was standing, his footsteps echoing like a countdown.

And for the first time in his life, he felt like a ghost of the man he used to be.

Baekhyun exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

"Three days. That’s all we have. You know what that means, right?"

Jaehyun nodded, jaw tight.

"We don’t have time.”

"Exactly." Baekhyun’s gaze darkened.

"We’ll have to work fast, under a tight curfew. Every move we make from this point on is calculated. One mistake, and you’re dead before we can even move in."

Jaehyun swallowed, the weight of it all pressing harder against his chest.

Baekhyun leaned forward.

"Your family will be taken care of. As of today, your family will be watched 24/7 without raising any suspicions so will know the morning of the exchange where their location is, my agents will get them to the airport. They’ll be flown out before anyone even realizes they’re missing. A new life, new names—no traces left behind. This is their only shot at safety."

Jaehyun’s fingers curled into fists.

"What about Sicheng? He’s at the Recovery Center, he’s— he’s not ready for discharge. I'm the one who takes care of everything related to his condition”.

Baekhyun breaths.

“I’ll make sure we can transfer him to another place in the country we’re putting your family in. He’s a consequence of Sooman's actions, so we can take care of it. He'll be close to your family."

Jaehyun hummed; nodded at Baekhyun's statement and sat down again a little bit more relieved.

Jaehyun nodded slowly, his heart pounding in his ears.

“How will this work? What will I have to do?”

"You’ll be wired, " Baekhyun continued. “A microphone hidden in your clothes, a tracker embedded in something you carry. We’ll be watching, listening, following your every move. The second we get confirmation, we strike."

"And the target?" Jaehyun’s voice was sharp.

"Sooman. No one else. One he falls down… it’ll easier to take Neo Zone down"

Silence stretched between them. The words hung heavy in the air, unspoken truths settling in Jaehyun’s gut like lead.

His throat tightened.

"That’s not enough."

Baekhyun narrowed his eyes.

"Jaehyun—"

"You don’t understand. " Jaehyun’s voice was tight, his nails digging into his palms. “Sooman doesn’t deserve a cell. He doesn’t deserve another day walking this earth. He needs to pay for what he’s done."

Baekhyun’s expression hardened.

"We do what’s possible, given the circumstances."

Jaehyun let out a bitter laugh.

"Right. The law has limits." He looked up, gaze sharp. “But I don’t.”

Baekhyun exhaled slowly, studying him for a long moment. Then, in a quieter voice, he asked.

"What will happen to me?"

The silence stretched.

Baekhyun sighed.

"We’ll do what we can. If everything goes as planned, we can work in your protection. A deal. If you’re making out alive and the Sooman situation it's taken care of … the judge can drop charges on you and we can take you with your family. But all of you have to go underground… no contact with your old life. But for you, there’s different possibilities the day of the exchange, you know what you’re walking into. You know what the odds are."

Jaehyun’s lips curled, something empty flashing in his eyes.

Either he makes it alive or dies in the spot.

"Yeah. I do."

"We focus on the mission first. For this to work, you have to go through with the exchange like nothing has changed. No hesitation, no second-guessing. If Sooman even suspects something’s off, he’ll take you out before we get a chance to act. So you can’t tell a soul about this. Not to Lucas. Not to Jeno… not to your girl. This stays between me, you and the agents for now. 

Baekhyun reached into his jacket, pulling out another folded file. He slid it across the table.

"So then let’s make sure we do this right."

The day before the exchange — saying goodbye it's harder that it's seems. 5:05 pm.

Jaehyun’s heart felt heavier than it had in days. The weight in his chest was a constant, an unshakable reminder that tomorrow would be the end of everything he knew. His fingers brushed the GPS device tucked into the inside pocket of his jacket, the cold, metal surface reminding him of the irreversible decision he had made. He had signed the deal. There was no going back. The police had briefed him quickly—Baekhyun had a plan, but Jaehyun couldn’t care less about the details. He had no interest in the strategy or the steps anymore. Tomorrow, it would all come down to a single moment. The exchange.

He barely registered Baekhyun’s words as they filtered through his mind. His lips mouthed the necessary responses, nodding absently as his thoughts swirled in a haze of guilt and uncertainty. Mic’d up. Ready. Or so he told himself. But the truth was, he wasn’t ready at all. Jaehyun’s eyes flicked to the clock on the wall, the ticking sound of time growing louder with each passing second. It was almost time.

Without another word, Jaehyun left the police station, heading towards the recovery center to see Winwin. Every step felt like it weighed more than the last. The burden of everything—the deal, the exchange, the lies—pressed down on him like a heavy fog. 

Jaehyun stood at the door to Winwin’s room, his hand hovering over the cold, metal handle. He wasn’t sure if he had the strength to face his friend again. His chest tightened with the knowledge that this might be the last time he would see him, the last chance to say something that mattered. The silence inside the room felt suffocating, like it was pressing against his chest. Jaehyun could feel it, the years of trauma, the pain that still hung in the air like a storm waiting to break. He took a deep breath, his heart hammering in his chest. This was it. There was no going back.

Inside, Winwin sat motionless by the window, staring at nothing. The dim light from the hallway barely filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows on the floor. Jaehyun stepped inside, his footsteps quiet, unsure of how to break the silence. He didn’t expect Winwin to say anything. He hadn’t expected a greeting, a word of comfort. It was always like this—for the past year always had been. 

Jaehyun hesitated, his mouth dry, his throat tight. He had visited Winwin so many times, but this felt different. This was the final visit. 

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” Jaehyun said softly, his voice thick with the weight of the words. He hadn’t meant to say it like that, but the truth hung heavy in the air.

Winwin didn’t respond. His eyes remained distant, unfocused. Jaehyun took a step closer, but the distance between them felt like an abyss. Winwin’s gaze was fixed somewhere beyond the window, lost in his own mind, his own world. Jaehyun’s throat constricted, the words getting caught there. He wanted to say so much more, but he couldn’t.

“So will you,” Jaehyun continued, his voice hoarse. “By tomorrow—your transfer will be arranged. You’ll be leaving. You’ll be safe with my family in another place. I’m sorry for this— but it’s for the best. This is all I can do to mend what I’ve done— A new life for you… for them. Far away from Neo Zone.”

His voice cracked slightly, but he forced the words out. Winwin needed this. He deserved peace. He deserved to get out of this hell. Jaehyun’s heart twisted, but he couldn’t afford to let that emotion show. Not now. Not here.

“The only thing— the only thing I hoped for was to see you smile once more,” Jaehyun said, his smile faltering slightly. “But I hope you can do that, even if I’m not here to see it.” “You’re my best friend, Winwin. No decision I make will change that.”

He let out a small, ironic laugh, reaching for the chair beside Winwin’s wheelchair and sitting down. The cold, sterile room felt heavier now, the weight of his words hanging in the air. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t say goodbye. Not yet. So he stayed, silently. He listened to Winwin’s slow, rhythmic breathing, feeling the lump in his throat growing. He had no more words left. All he could do was stay and let the silence speak for him.

For hours, he stayed there, watching over his best friend, just being there. He didn’t know what to say anymore. Nothing he said would make a difference. As he sat there, the realization began to sink in. He gently took Winwin’s hand in his own, an unspoken gesture of goodbye, of love, of everything they had been through together. And then, in a moment that felt almost unreal, he felt it—a slight, almost imperceptible squeeze. Winwin’s fingers tightening around his, a small, fragile grip that spoke louder than words ever could.

And at that moment Winwin couldn’t say it, but Jaehyun knew what that grip meant: I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.

But the truth was, only Jaehyun knew the reality of the situation. Only one of them would truly be fine. And that one person wasn’t Jaehyun.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jaehyun stood up, his legs heavy with the weight of everything. He looked down at Winwin one last time, but there was nothing left to say. He couldn’t stay forever. He had to leave. He had to face what was coming tomorrow. He couldn’t change it.

Jaehyun left the room quietly, stepping into the hallway without a glance back. There was nothing to look back on. The silence was deafening, but it was the only thing that made sense. 

The night of the exchange — words spreads too fast and then the call that changed everything. 9:52 pm.

The night was thick with silence.

Not the peaceful kind. The kind that meant something was wrong.

Jaehyun sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, staring at nothing. The visit to Winwin had drained him in a way he hadn’t expected. He thought seeing him would bring some kind of calm. Instead, all he felt was the weight of time slipping through his fingers.

Tomorrow.

Everything came down to tomorrow.

A deep breath. He pressed his fingers to his temples, letting his mind go blank. He just needed a few hours of stillness before the storm hit.

Then, his phone rang.

The name on the screen sent a cold spike down his spine.

Sooman.

Jaehyun exhaled slowly before answering.

"Didn’t expect you to call me personally." His voice was even. Careful.

"You think I’d let someone else handle this conversation?" Sooman’s tone was smooth, casual—too casual. "That’d be a little disrespectful, don’t you think?"

Jaehyun’s grip on the phone tightened.

"What do you want?"

Sooman chuckled softly. "Straight to the point, as always. I like that about you, Jaehyun. Makes this easier."

A pause. Then—

"We’re moving the exchange up. It’s happening tonight."

Jaehyun’s heart slammed against his ribs.

"What?"

"You heard me." Sooman’s voice didn’t change. If anything, it sounded amused. Like he was enjoying this. "You’ve got an hour."

Jaehyun’s jaw clenched. "That wasn’t the plan."

"Plans change."

Silence stretched between them.

Jaehyun forced his breathing to stay even, to not let the panic show.

"Why?"

Sooman hummed. "What kind of question is that?"

"A fair one."

"No, Jaehyun. A nervous one."

Jaehyun’s teeth ground together. This was a test. Sooman wanted to see how he’d react.

"Something wrong?" Sooman continued, voice laced with mock concern. "You’re not having second thoughts, are you?"

Jaehyun swallowed down the instinct to snap back.

"I need time to get things in order."

"You have time." Sooman’s voice darkened, amusement fading. "One hour. That’s more than enough for someone like you. Unless, of course… you’re not up for it?"

Jaehyun’s hands curled into fists. He could feel the noose tightening around him, but there was no way out.

"I’ll be there."

A beat of silence. Then, Sooman let out a slow, satisfied exhale.

"Good. I’d hate to think you weren’t still on our side."

The call ended.

Shit, shit, shit—- SHIT.

Jaehyun lowered the phone, staring at the screen as the weight of the situation crashed down on him.

One hour.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not like this.

Baekhyun wasn’t ready.

The plan wasn’t ready.

He wasn’t ready.

His family wasn't out of the country yet...

This wasn’t just an inconvenience. It was a trap.

Jaehyun shot to his feet, shoving a hand through his hair. He needed to think. Fast.

There were only two options:

Go in alone, pretend nothing had changed, and pray he could get out alive.

Call Baekhyun, warn him that everything just went to hell, and risk blowing his cover.

Neither option was good.

But one of them meant walking straight into Sooman’s hands.

Jaehyun grabbed his jacket, his movements stiff, mechanical. He didn’t hesitate—he couldn’t.

He dialed Baekhyun.

"Jung."

"The exchange—" Jaehyun inhaled sharply. "It’s happening tonight."

Silence.

Then, Baekhyun cursed.

"How long?"

"One hour."

"Shit."

Jaehyun heard movement on the other end—papers shifting, a chair scraping against the floor.

"That’s not enough time." Baekhyun’s voice was tighter now, full of barely contained tension. "We planned for tomorrow— the team isn’t in position yet."

"Then you better work fast." Jaehyun grabbed his keys. "Because this is happening whether you’re ready or not."

Baekhyun exhaled sharply. Jaehyun could almost hear him thinking.

"Can you stall?"

Jaehyun’s jaw clenched. "No."

Baekhyun muttered something under his breath—something that sounded a lot like "Fuck."

Then, he said something Jaehyun wasn’t expecting.

"Do you want to make it out of this alive?"

Jaehyun’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel.

Did he?

He exhaled slowly. “Just do your job, officer."

A beat of hesitation.

Then, Baekhyun muttered, "I need you to keep the GPS device with you at all times. If you're able to activate your mic before you go in, do it. I’ll send my agents to look for your family and take them. I’m coming to you”

Jaehyun hummed. “"My family’s safety it’s my priority. Whatever happens next, I’ll figure it out”

“See you on the other side."

Click.

Jaehyun stared at his phone for a second before shoving it into his pocket.

He took one last look at his reflection in the rearview mirror.

For a second, he swore he didn’t recognize himself.

Tonight, Jung Jaehyun either walked out alive—

Or he didn’t walk out at all.

a/n: NOT PROOFEAD! I know, i know i'm the worst— i just keep making Jaehyun suffer, but hey! what's a story without drama? I'd really love to hear some feedback from you, what you're thought about the story is— what do you expect to happen with Jaehyun, with (Y/N)? You can do it in the comments of in here.

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[sadclowncentral]

hi would you say the barrier of entry for sailing is very high?

my family had a house near the beach so i spent every summer in the sea so i absolutely ADORE IT and wanted to learn how to sail recreationally but it's always seemed so expensive + hard to get into

advice or opinions are greatly appreciated if you have any to offer<3

btw i love ur blog ty :)

i would absolutely encourage you to try sailing out and i think it's a great sport to get into! i have introduced dozens of people to sailing so far and almost all of them hit the ground running. the learning curve is steep and even just joining for the first times without touching anything is exhilarating so no moment learning is wasted. strong motion sickness or a paralyzing fear of the ocean notwithstanding, i truly think everyone can learn the ropes (haha) and that quickly! we always joke that it is very easy to get a boat sailing and very hard to get it sailing fast, but you have the rest of the life to figure out the latter and even if you don't you will have a grand time on the water.

you did not specify if you want to get on a sailing yacht (that you can sleep and do long tours on) or a smaller dhingy so i will answer both and i hope it is helpful!

SAILING YACHTS:

when it comes to sailing yacht, the real challenge is not sailing but owning a boat, and that is where the financial barriers come in. i will not lie to you - owning a boat is really expensive, and i am talking 5 to 6 figures a year expensive for a middle-sized sailing yacht including mooring, fixes, equipment, utilities, tools, and everything else. you can absolutely find cheap boats sold at every coast line - but buying a boat is not expensive, having a boat is. (guy who just bought a rope for 600 human dollars voice) heed my warning.

THE GOOD NEWS: you absolutely do NOT need a boat to learn sailing on a yacht. everywhere there is a marina there is people looking for crew, and many sailing clubs have programmes for beginners to get you on a yacht and try it out! there are also many summer programmes to join on larger tours and learn sailing. i would encourage you to bring a friend or two because it's much easier to flounder around on a new ship in groups, but it is absolutely worth trying out and again - even being on a boat is exiting, and you learn by doing!

now. sailing is not a dangerous sport and this is my heightened sense for safety of a sailing instructor speaking. but! if you join on a boat even as a visitor please think of that sailing tumblr blog in your life and tell the captain that before you go out of the water you would like to know: 1) the number for local search and rescue, and 2) the position of the fire extinguisher, the lifeboat/life ring, and the emergency shut-off and 3) that you want to wear a life vest unrelated to weather conditions. if they make jokes about you being a worry-wart, take them in stride, but if they refuse to do any of this, you tell them that they are irresponsible and leave. things rarely go wrong but they can and i want you to know what to do. okay? sailing is not scary but being unprepared is. okay PSA over.

DHINGY SAILING:

dhingy sailing is the most fun, the closest to the water, and the fastest way to learning sailing because you are together with one other person max facing the winds. yes you will most certainly get wet, but it is very safe, close to shore, incredibly fun and exhilarating, teaching you self-reliance, reflexes, trains your sense of balance and gives you abs. it's the perfect sport. can you tell i teach dhingy sailing

if you want to learn dhingy sailing, again, do NOT immediately buy a dhingy. while they are far less expensive they are still a hassle and setting up the mast without knowing your way around a boat will discourage you from sailing forever. instead, again, join a sailing club or a short course to learn dhingy sailing!

many places can give you intensive courses and certificates that qualify you to lend out dhingys afterwards our you join a sailing club with their own dhingys (which there are a lot of everywhere!). most offer weekly or even daily sailing lessons and group sailing and faster than you know you will flying over the water. the financial barrier here could be the course cost as they vary widely (my students pay 50 euros a year but some places will cost you that or more an hour it's hard to gauge). apart from that, you will have to invest in a neoprene suit and a sailing west, but that's the extent of it.

all in all, give sailing a try! it is the most rewarding hobby i can think of and my heart aches for everyone who lives at the coast and doesn't best the waves one way or another. and again, i cannot stress it enough: being on the water is half the fun. everything else will happen in due time. the ocean waits for you! happy sailing!

[ficarcheologist]

୧ ⊹₊ ⋆ nsfw alphabet 💭 feyd rautha

WARNINGS ⁞ smut, 18+, profanity, innuendo, afab reader, she/her pronouns

OPs NOTES ⁞ Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dune characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them. Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If you’re his wife or a favored concubine/lover, you can expect some degree of aftercare, but otherwise? He’s honestly probably halfway out the door before you’ve come back to your senses. However if he genuinely cares about you, he’ll at least clean you off and ask if you’re alright.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of his own is his hands. And your neck for similar reasons. He loves watching the way his fingers wrap around your throat. The sight of that excites him like nothing else on the planet.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Harkonnen have black cum and that makes it pretty easy for Feyd to stain your body or clothes and mark his territory.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You’re a bit shy about it but his absolute favorite act of intimacy with you is going down on you when you’re on your period. You’re so responsive, and blood has never scared him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

About what one would expect for a nobleman his age, maybe slightly less as he focuses more on fighting.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary for both the control it gives him over you and the intimacy it provides.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Deathly serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Shaved, perfectly well groomed. Feyd is a future Baron, and everything about him needs to be flawless.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s surprised by how much he changes through the course of your relationship. He goes from despising the romantic aspects of it to craving that affection from you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Only does it when he’s off world and can’t get his greedy hands on you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Knife kink, blood kink, impact play, hair pulling, biting, overstim, pregnancy kink, breeding kink

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The luxurious chambers be shares with you at the palace. But, he does enjoy a good session where there’s a risk of being caught.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your cleavage, the sound of your voice, seeing you hold your own in a fight, seeing you smile at him, seeing you cry.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’d be turned off by disrespect. Sass is fine to a certain degree, but disrespect? No.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers giving. Loves the power he has over you to make you scream and writhe against his ministrations, the way you taste, everything about it. And he’s damn good at it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Almost exclusively fast and rough and HARD. Very rarely will it be slow and sensual.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sure, he’d rather take his time with you but he has nothing against a good quickie and engages in them often.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Definitely a risk taker and game to experiment with almost anything at least once.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

4-5 rounds, excellent self control so makes you come at least once or even twice before he does each go about. If he has time, he’s definitely going to wear you out.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Prefers the simpler things - like knives - but would have no issue trying out some toys on you, not so much on himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If you’ve pissed him off? He can be very, VERY unfair. He will edge you for literal hours until you’re begging him to let you come.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Average to slightly louder than average. Mostly animalistic sounds (snarling, growling) and the occasional moan of your name.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Secretly enjoys the idea of you taking the lead and pinning him to the bed, having your way with him, riding him and using him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s big. 8 inches, long, thick, veiny.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Average. He’s a busy man who often has other things on his mind, BUT when he’s with you and doesn’t have any worries? It goes from average to insane quite fast.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on his mood. Typically he will fall asleep pretty quickly.

[storiesfromafan]

The Battle - Mattheo x Reader

A/N: in my pole I put up an option of something different, and I think this fits that. As this was a long time coming, nearly a year and a half 😅

This is the final part to two other one-shots, which many always wanted a final part to. Even a comment from earlier in the year brought me back to this idea. I did start it but never finished it, for at that time I wasn't confident enough in it. But with my gained experience I was ready to give it another go 😊

I don't have a song for this one, as I couldn't find the right one for it. But I did listen to a lot of classical music; Chopin, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Bach, etc.

So I hope you all enjoy the final part. Also, forgive any spelling/grammer mistakes.

Previous: Traitor and Dandilion

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(The best gif i could find of this scene)

With the fall of Dumbledor, Hogwarts felt cold. Touched by a darkness, which licked at the skin of the students that returned for the next year. There was barely any life in the halls. The light that shone into the buildings were gloomier. The animals on the grounds scarcely showed themselves. And paintings rarely speaking, almost fearful of something. Ultimately that something finally hit the school.

It was Voldemort, and his death eaters. They came for the school, as its protector was now gone. If Hogwarts was to fall, that would be the last hope all magic kind had. This school had been a beaconing light. Dumbledor had guided and protected so many, and now it was the students turn to defend what their fallen Headmaster had help flourish.

Students and teachers stood together, along with The Order and various others. All wanting this nightmare to be over once and for all. The protective field over the school held for a good while, eventually hitting its breaking point, allowing death eaters into the school. The battle raged on. Everyone doing all they could to fight the darkness. Among them was yourself, thankful for all that you’ve learnt in the classroom and outside of it.

When the death eaters fell back, you were all given a moment of reprieve. Looking around the Great Hall, remembering a time when it was filled with four long house tables, at the head the tables of the teachers and the overall joy and warmth it saw over the years. Now it housed the injured and, regrettably, the dead. Filled with shock, you looked upon the bodies of Lupin and Tonks. They lay there so still, it didn’t seem right. Next was the Weasley’s and how they huddled around the lifeless body of Fred. His twin, George was beside himself. You could only imagine what it was like to lose your other half.

Mindless you moved from the room, hand on a pillar just outside the Great Hall. Leaning against it, you slowly slide down to a crouching position. You continued to stare out in front of you. Mind trying to process everything, yet struggling to. A set of hands wrapped your upper arms, the person before you speaking but it sounded like you were under water, their words muffled.

“Get me someone who can look her over! She’s in shock!” They called to another. Coming into view you see Neville being the person whose hands were grounding you. “(Y/N), are you hurt?”

It took a moment to for his words to sink in, and you shook your head, no. Words dying in your throat. Which burned, along with your eyes, from the tears forming yet won’t fall. Neville stayed with you until another teacher came to check on you, once confirmed you were physically fine, they moved on. Yet Neville remained with you, shortly after Luna joined you both. She also tried to calm you, the best one could in this situation.

Among all the thoughts running through your mind, the words Mattheo said to you last year rang out. Next year, don’t come back to Hogwarts. I can’t say anything...but I need you to be safe. Now you know why he said those words. It was his way of warning you. Mattheo tried to protect you, but you hadn’t listened. But could you blame yourself? You were upset with him, and thought nothing of it. Yet, you wonder if you had listened, or he had told others, could most of the death from today be avoided?

Neville, not being able to handle the cries of the injured or those that they have lost, grabbed one of your arms. He mentioned something about you both getting fresh air. With that, he navigated you towards an exit, one of the larger side entrances to the castle. You placed a hand on a large crumbled pillar for balance, while drawing in some fresh air. Neville made sure you were alright before walking down the stairs, and around the rubble scattered around the entrance.

You looked up and around, taking in the damage done to the old School. Heart breaking from the devastation. Pushing away from the pillar, you made your way down the stairs, slowly the shock coming down. You watched as your friend walked over to a pile of rubble, and picking up the old Sorting Hat. He dusted it briefly before staring into the void, something grabbing his attention. Unfortunately, an approaching noise caught both your attention, your heads lifting to the ravaged bridge connecting the school to the outside world.

You both could see a large group headed your way, something about it making your stomach drop. Neville limped further into the courtyard, towards the approaching cluster. That drop to your stomach was for good measure, for at the head of the group was Voldemort. And as you moved forward you spotted the captured Hagrid, who looked to be holding a body. A cold sensation encased you when Ginny moved past you, along with her father, and then her questioning of who Hagrid was carrying.

“Harry Potter is...dead!” Proclaimed Voldemort in delight.

The no Ginny screamed hit you deeply, and her father holding her back broke your heart. By this point every able body moved out from inside the Castle. Their faces a mix of worry and defiance. You were just like them as you stepped up beside Neville. You stood there as Voldemort spoke, preaching to put faith in him. Yet all knew it was not faith, rather he wanted to be feared.

“Harry Potter is dead!” He joyfully boasted to his death eaters, who just laughed. Some natural while other forced. “Now is the time to declare yourself! Come forward and join us, or die” Voldemort addressed you all, eyes looking over the crowd.

Breaking the silence was Malfoy, calling to Draco to join him and his wife. Many looked to the blonde and his parents. You kept your eyes forward, watching Voldemort closely. Eventually Draco moved to join his mother, as she called for him. But before he could be with her, Voldemort praised the blonde in passing. Even awkwardly hugging the young man. Finally free, Draco didn’t waste time to be with his mother, them both giving Lucious the cold shoulder as they moved through the crowd.

Before you could stop him, Neville moved forward. Some snarky words from Voldemort and laughter from ththdeath eaters, Neville never backed down from them. He spoke the truth, yet to Voldemort out of turn. His words hitting everyone who was fighting for good deeply, almost lighting a fire in every one of you. Voldemort just laughed at his words, before those beady eyes of his landed on you.

“And what about you?” The Dark Lord addressed you.

Surprised by the attention, you took a step back only for a figure to aperate behind you. They grabbed you by the hair before forcing you forward. You heard the protests from those on your side, yet none moved when Voldemort lifted his wand toward them. Roughly you were pushed onto the ground before him. The sickly joyous smile upon his face as you looked up at him. You’d never faced evil head on before, and you noted you hope you never will in the future, if you survive this moment.

“Your name" demanded Voldemort. When you did not comply, he repeated himself as Bellatrix once more pulled your hair.

“(Y/N)!” You cried in pain and fear.

Voldemort leant down, tutting you. “That wasn’t so hard, was it...”

Bellatrix just giggled, while the reptile like man moved around before you. Like he was thinking or musing over something. You were unsure what was to come right now. As well as wondering where Mattheo was, you had not seen him in the crowd, let alone the battle.

“Bring him forward!” Bellowed Voldemort, turning to those behind him.

You watched as the crowd slowly parted, and being pulled from their rankings was a tied-up Mattheo, who looked to have taken a beating. Dried blood upon his face at his nose and lips. You looked at him in shock, which he mirrored on his own face, along with fear. Your ex was brought to Voldemort’s side, he looked to his father in utter confusion.

“Do you know who this is?” Voldemort asked his offspring.

“My ex" Mattheo replied, attempting to be cold and aloof.

Voldemort nodded, yet not buying the young man’s words. “Yes, the ex you broke up with for a Slytherin girl. The ex who you wanted nothing to do with, yet made sure to keep an eye on. Along with protection. That ex!” Voldemort’s voice was screaming at the end, looking to his son with such anger.

Mattheo sputtered, not finding the words he needed to please his father. His silence just fueling Voldemort’s anger to rage. Swiftly he turned back to you, his cold hands grasping your chin and pulling you to look at Mattheo. He looked at you like a frightened child, and you understood and didn’t blame him. Yet you felt some solace in knowing, even apart, he had kept tabs on you, trying to keep you safe.

But right now, he felt that he’d failed. Mattheo had hoped breaking up with you, and going with a Slytherin girl would get his father off your scent. To Voldemort love was weak, and in that, he would say Mattheo was weak. Yet he did what he did for love, to Mattheo love wasn’t weak. It was strength to do what had to be done, even if it hurt you.

“Look at her Mattheo, really look at her!” His father yelled. “She is the definition of weak, love is weak. And in turn...she made you weak”.

Letting go of you, Voldemort rose and moved back to his son. He looked disgusted in his offspring. A father who’s son failed him. And he voiced those words to Mattheo. So much so, that Neville spoke up again, having enough of what was happening to his friend. Bellatrix let go of you and turned to the young man, about to hit him with a spell. When there was noise from the back, and many saw Harry's body move from Hagrid, dropping to the ground.

What happened next seemed to move in a fast speed. One-minute Naginie was hit with fire from Harry's wand, and the next you’re being pulled up from the ground by Neville, who’d pulled Godric's sword from the sorting hat. Everyone scattered, death eaters for the bridge or toward the castle, everyone you had fought with heading back into the castle. You along with them, thanks to Neville. But you did look back at Mattheo, who had been grabbed by a death eater and dragged back into the cluster.

You were pushed back inside while Neville stood guard at the door. Yet he flew back when holding up the sword as Voldemort spent a spell his way. You moved into the castle. Jostled by fellow students in a hurry. Most taking on death eaters, yourself included when one shot a spell your way. Doing your best, you sent back your own. Back and forth till you finally knocked them back. Making your way around, helping those that needed it. You made it back outside in time to see Neville slice Naginie, thus taking out the final horcrox, and Voldemort too.

Relief washed over you, and with it your guard going down. The next minute you had been rushed by a death eater, and down the stairs you went hard. Landing on the ground, head hitting large debris that lay there. You heard your name, and felt someone picking you up. But you couldn’t make heads or tails who it was. And then it went black.

You groaned, eyes cracking open to be met with light. Quickly you closed your eyes, detesting the natural light. Slowly you opened them again, allowing yourself to adjust. Once done, you noted the hospital room you were in. Panic began to rise just before a familiar face popped into the room; Luna.

She beamed upon seeing you awake. “Oh thank goodness!” She sighed, making her way to you. “We were beginning to wonder when you’ll awake".

Confused you questioned her. And she filled you in that you were at St Mungo's, that you had been out for nearly two weeks and the aftermath of the battle of Hogwarts. To which you questioned; battle of Hogwarts? Of course Luna looked at you like you were crazy, spouting off about the death eaters and Voldemort. Which didn’t ring a bell. That was when she went to get a doctor. Who came rather quickly. With some tests and a check-up, it looked as if you had memory loss. It looks like you couldn’t recall anything since the start of Fifth Year.

“It’s a mix of amnesia and stress, as well as shock, from the battle" the doctor had informed your parents, just outside your door. “All I can suggest is letting her be, and hopefully in time, her memory will come back”.

You had tried to remember, focusing on anything and everything. Even talking with Neville, Luna and other students. And yet nothing. It was frustrating you. This missing part of you. You even voiced to Luna, who seemed to be holding back information, that you felt like a part of you was missing. She brushed it off, saying it will all come back. Yet, what if it didn’t? You couldn’t go on with this feeling that something wasn’t there, like an extension of yourself missing.

Upon finally being released from the hospital, your parents took you home. Fussing over you and dotting on you all the time. You understood why. They could have lost you. And you felt the guilt for it. Yet something in you told you, it had been the right thing to do. Briefly you recall fighting but it wasn’t enough to fully remember. But you know you had faught for the right reasons.

Months flew by, bits and pieces returned to you. Not full pictures, but large pieces of a puzzle, that you could make out what was happening in it. That was your memory. Then an opportunity arose, many of your fellow students were heading back to Hogwarts. To see the old castle, how she had been fixed up and to remember those who had been lost. At first your parents protested you returning. But you argued this might be the best way to recover more, possibly all, your memories. And with that, their fight was lost.

Riding the Hogwarts Express was not necessary, but for nostalgia you did it. And so did many others. You sat with students you never would have before. The experience you all went through bringing you all together.

Upon arriving at Hogwarts, that familiar warmth washed over you. The joy you felt at the start of every year seeping into you. Only it was tinged with sadness and loss. You don’t recall them all, but you knew many had fallen on these grounds. Walking the Halls, you continued to feel mixed emotions as you wondered on. In passing you saw faces of those you remembered, sharing pleasantries and stories. It was like that all day, till the point you couldn’t take it any more.

So you slipped out of one of the exits, which lead you out towards the Quiddich field. And from there you walked to your favourite spot among the wild flowers. The fresh air felt good in your lungs, and the soft breeze had your hair tickling the side of your face. Yet you enjoyed it all, and the walk. But you were surprised to find someone at your spot. You slowed down as you approached them, confusion written on your face.

Mattheo had come back to Hogwarts with the need to make amends. Yet many were unhappy of his return, still hurting over what he had done. Though not willingly. He had been a pawn in his father’s game. And if Mattheo had stepped out of turn, he would have been severely pushed. After the battle he had been brought before the Ministry, a trial was held and with some favourable factors, Mattheo was saved a trip to Azkaban. But he did receive a punishment, working for the Ministry in the lower levels. Eventually he slipped out and to your favourite spot in the wild flowers. Picking at the flowers while deep in thought.

Ever since the battle, when he had watched you get rushed by a death eater and then fall down, hitting your head badly, Mattheo recalled it all so vividly. Wishing he had been quicker, or that he had done something long before the battle. He didn’t want you to get hurt, yet you did. A hurt that meant you forgetting a chunk of your life! He had heard that you could only recall before Fifth Year. That meant you didn’t remember the relationship you both had. Or his ending it. Or the hurt he put you through. It was a small relief that was out weighted by guilt.

He’d just picked a dandelion when approaching feet hit his ears, the rustle of grass making your presence known. Upon looking up – hand over his eyes to help fight the afternoon light – Mattheo was shocked to see you. You shot him a look of uncertainty, as if you were trying to place who he was. Of course, you didn’t remember him. He had hoped maybe that part of your memory had come back. Yet, a small part of him was happy you didn’t remember him. That he had been a dark stain on your life. Self obliviate was better then the spell.

“Ah, hi" came your bell like voice, music to Mattheo's ears. “Didn’t realise others liked this place". You finished with a small, awkward laugh.

He twirled the dandelion between his thumb and finger. “It’s a good spot. Comfortable and away from people...”

You nodded, whole heartedly agreeing. “I-I'm (Y/N)”.

A sad smile crossed Mattheo's lips before he got up from his spot on the ground. “I know".

You were surprised. Brain racking itself for his name, but coming up short. “I'm so sorry...I can’t recall your name. After the battle, I’ve been suffering from amnesia...”

Mattheo politely nodded. “I heard, that is such a shame (Y/N)”.

The way he said your name, like there was a familiarity with you. Which only confused you more. Looking down at the weed between his fingers, Mattheo looked back up to you. There was a sadness to his eyes. Leaving you even more confused. He took a few steps forward, a soft sad smile on his gorgeous face.

He placed the dandelion in your hands. “Oh, you should make a wish!” You said pushing it back to his hands.

Mattheo shook his head. “I’m afraid it would be wasted on me...as the one thing I care about is safe" – he placed the weed in your hand one final time, this time letting go of your hand – “you take this wish...”

And with that Mattheo walked past you, hands pushed deep into his pants pockets as he headed back for the castle. It’s true. Mattheo was happy just knowing you were safe now. And him being far away from you was the best thing he could do for you. Sure, it hurt to have you asking his name. But it was for the best.

You watched him walk away, the dandelion twirling between your thumb and finger. You thought him strange, and weird. Why was he so sad? And you never got his name! Shrugging it off you looked down at the weed and decided to take his wish. Taking in a deep breathe, you concentrated on the wish you wanted. And when you held it clearly in your mind, you blew at the weed. It’s seeds released from the stem, floating off and up. Taking with it your wish.

Please, let me remember everything...

With one last look in the direction of the young man had walked, you took over his spot. Only you fell back, basking in the grass, the smell of the wild flower and the last warmth from the afternoon sun. You felt comfortable, yet not content. Something was missing. Subconsciously, your left hand reached out beside you, only grasping a chunk of grass.

That’s not right...

You expected to feel the warm flesh of a larger hand. It encasing yours in a gentle hold. Their thumb caressing across the top of your hand. A memory came back, that hand and a body that held you close as you both laughed. Their laughter was airy and gruff. You felt their warmth physically, and their laughter warming your heart.

“You’re so cute" a male said with a chuckle. “Can I keep you...?”

You giggled, burying your face in his chest, “...you’re so funny!”

You couldn’t hear his name, but you know you said it. Your brows drew together as you tried to recall their name. Whoever he was, he was special to you. And you forgot him. Your chest ached at the realisation. Slowly other memories with this male came back. From sweet and caring moments, to fights. But then there was a memory that felt like your heart was breaking. It was the moment whatever between you both ended.

They ended whatever was between you. They were cold and uncaring. Moving on without batting an eyelash. You on the other hand were a mess, crushed and hurt. Left picking up the pieces of your heart. While he moved on quickly. Then your last memory brings you back to this spot. Exchange of words between you and the young man. Even while hurt and angry, you asked if he was alright. But what surprised you was their apology.

“How can you just say that?” You questioned. “How does apologising make up for what I’ve been through?”

“It doesn’t. But I want you to know that I am sorry-"

You scoffed. “Yeah right. The ....... ...... I know would never say sorry. He might show it, but never openly apologise”.

He frowned. “That is true, but i want to put it into words. I at least owe you that...”

“You owe me nothing! Nor do I want it!” you yelled.

It got fuzzy again, slipping in and out of focus and sound. Holding a hand to your head you pushed on. Not remembering what happened after that, but the end of your interaction. You sat up holding your head, eyes closed focusing on the recollection.

“It’s alright” you sighed. “I don’t entirely forgive you, but I half accept it”

“You do?” He choked out. “Why?”

“I won’t lie. I was hurt. I was angry” you looked him dead in the eyes. “But what has it gotten me? Where has it gotten me? It has left me bitter, and it’s gotten me no where”.

You saw him nodding.

“So, I’d rather accept some of it than nothing. Because I look back at our time together and I know I was happy” you said fondly. “You made me happy Theo. And I would love to see you in as much agony as me, but part of me still hates to see it”.

“Just part?”

You lowered your hand, eyes blinking at the nickname; Theo. Finally something to go by. Now what was his name? You thought of the memories, every time his name was mentioned, you recalled it. Though muffled, with each thought of it, their name began to clear little by little. Before you sat there in joy from it coming back to you.

“Mattheo...” you said softly. “Mattheo...” you repeated a little louder.

Saying his name seemed to awaken something in you. Those memories began to clear, becoming crisp. Sound perfect. Rising to your feet you turned in the direction the young man, correction Mattheo had gone. Your heart beat picked up, twisting in a sadness yet yearning. Slowly you began to head his way. Every step something new flooding back to you, and when you picked up the pace, so did the return of memories. By the time you saw his retreating form, about ninety percent of your memories were back.

You looked to Mattheo with tears in your eyes. Not believing how you could forget him so easily. The one who stole your heart before shattering it. The boy who you could never replace because he was it for you. Even if you were angry and hurt. He would always be the one you want. Though you know Mattheo wasn’t right for you, you didn’t care. He broke your heart, but you know he could fix it.

“Mattheo!” You called.

Said young man froze. His heart skipping a beat from that familiar voice. One that just said his name. No. It couldn’t be. You didn’t even recognised him. You wouldn’t remember him. Then he heard it being called yet again. Slowly, Mattheo turned to find you standing away from him, hands moving down from your mouth. He was surprised. It was you. You called his name!

Without realising it, Mattheo took a few steps forward, which lead to you moving toward him. He was slow, mind reeling from your recollection of him. And you moved fast because you needed him. You launched yourself at him, arms wrapping around his waist, face burying into his chest. And just like that you were both taken back. Back to early on in your relationship. When there was always warmth and care. And no Voldemort or impending war. Just the moments of pure happiness.

“I’m sorry I forgot you...” you sniffled into him. “I’m sorry you were alone...”

Holding you tightly Mattheo felt himself want to crumble. You always had that effect on him. Yet you were always there to hold him together. And right now was no different. He didn’t speak, couldn’t speak. So in stead Mattheo held you tightly to him, needing you right now more than ever. In a world were everything was falling apart, Mattheo needed you to hold him up and together. And you always would be there, to be his rock.

Pulling back, you looked up at Mattheo, who looked down at you. Both of you seeing in the others eyes a longing for the other. You rose on your tipping toes, leaning up to place a chaste kiss to Mattheo’s lips. That familiar spark shot through you both from the simple touch. Not long after did Mattheo press his lips firmer to yours, desperate for your affection. And you happily gave it to him. Now and forever.

Pulling back, you looked at each other. That love and sadness between you both. Yet you understood why. After everything it was all so clear. Breaking up with you, being with someone else and the warning.

“I am sorry...” Mattheo said softly, hand coming up to cup your cheek. “I just wanted you to be safe...from him, from me...”

You held him tighter. “I-I know Theo...I am safe, we’re safe now...” you said with a gentle tone.

In that moment Mattheo finally believed it. It was true, all were safe from his father. Who had been defeated by Harry Potter and all that stood with him. Finally it was all over. Looking at you with relief, Mattheo leant down and kissed you once more. A kiss laced with promise and hope, which you eagerly returned. From the ashes of a turbulent time, rose something a new. It was your time to be together.

[myherobkg]

KNOW YOUR PLACE; K. Nanami

This is a continuation of this from my main blog -> @misdeliria jjk college au

Nanami saw you earlier this morning. You looked beautiful as you dozed off in the lecture—you couldn't keep your attention on statistics for more than twenty minutes at a time. It gave him an excuse to brush against your arm to remind you of your notes.

You didn't look back at him as he followed you out of your seats at the end of the lesson. His eyes were glued on your shoulder, restraining himself from reaching out.

He followed you to his next class all the way up until your path diverged, but you surprised him by turning around suddenly.

"Oh, I didn't realize how close you were behind me," you quickly apologize sheepishly.

"It's alright," Nanami dismisses smoothly. He's pleasantly surprised you turned around.

"I know you have class, but could I keep you for a second?"

Nanami nods and follows you off the path in the shade of a tree.

The campus was bustling at this time of day. Most students preferred morning classes to get out of the way. People were on their computers in the grass or reading a book and listening to music, and the skies were clear with a cool breeze.

"I'm so sorry for just leaving the other morning," you say miserably, bowing slightly. "I had an appointment I couldn't miss, and I completely forgot about it the night before. And I didn't want to wake you up."

"It wouldn't have been a problem if you had other engagements to wake me up," Nanami tells you.

You shrug, scratching the back of your arm. "I thought it might've been awkward. Like, you would regret it or something, and I didn't want to see your face when you kicked me out."

"You had to leave anyways."

Rolling your eyes, you shift your weight between your legs. "That's not the point, Nanami."

"Then, what's the point?"

Up until this moment, Nanami's eyes had been watching you. Watching all the thoughts flash through your head from your expressive eyes that never focused on him. He knows you're infatuated with him and adores the attention and entertainment you offer, but he knows he can't make you happy.

You and most of the student body came from wealthy families, but Nanami was an outlier. He didn't come from money. He understands that he's gained a rare opportunity to make connections and stumble upon whatever high-paying desk job his wealthy peers can offer him.

Nanami could use you to get a leg up in connections, and you're so supportive that you would offer opportunities on a plate for him.

"There is no point," you sigh dejectedly. "I just wanted to apologize for leaving so abruptly, and now I have. Don't hold it against me, is all."

"I would never do such a thing," Nanami remarks dryly, lips twitching upward.

You scoff, rearranging your arms into a new position for the fourth time since arriving under the tree. "Don't you have to get to class?"

"The professor emailed this morning and canceled it for the students that needed more time on their essays."

Nanami contained his smile as if he could see the lightbulb light up above your head.

"I assume you've submitted your final draft already?" You ask tentatively, to which Nanami nods. "I was going to grab coffee with some friends and hopefully open my computer within that time. Would you like to join us?"

Nanami checked his watch, weighing the risk of getting trapped in an uncomfortable situation with obnoxious personalities.

"I have to get some work finished," he opts to use as his excuse.

He watches your face fall, but you quickly cover the disappointment with a haughty expression.

"I get it. Genius guy, Kento Nanami, is too good for people like us." You throw your hair over your shoulder and spin on your heel to leave. "I'll see you around then."

Nanami stays under the shade, watching you disappear into the traffic of people commuting to their classes.

Yeah, it can't be anything more than this. Short, fleeting moments. As a young, wealthy woman, well-known in social circles, you were unattainable for someone like Nanami. It wasn't sustainable in the long run. One would end up resenting the other.

And he didn't want to use you. Nanami would rather be a slave to an office job than take advantage of your status.

He just wanted you—but was it the same for you? You were very sought out by the male population at school. Your attraction to Nanami could be superficial. Temporary.

He wouldn't risk caving into your interactions if it meant you'd eventually get bored and move on to the next shiny object.

Deep down, he knew he was being ridiculous. You wouldn't do anything like that; you weren't that type of person, but Nanami just couldn't understand why it was him?

Who was he in an ocean of suitable men?

He knew, deep down, he was setting himself up for disappointment.

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[therealmylesmorales]

N S F W Alphabet|| Lara Croft

I feel like this doesn’t really need a warning, you see the title, you should know what’s up. Minors/ageless blogs if you interact, you will get blocked immediately ❤️ (fem!reader)

Moots look away, ill cry

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

No matter who was on top that night, Lara always gives aftercare. She doesn’t immediately get up to run the bath, she likes to sit there for a few minutes; allow the both of you to catch your breath, sing praises in your ears. So, probably after thirty minutes of that, she would bring you both to the bath.

B= Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

For herself, Lara’s favorite part of her body is probably her hands and arms. Going off from what I’ve seen on the show and the games, our girl has muscles and she’s definitely not afraid to show them in bed. She loves to hold you down, and having you feel the strength of her thrusts.

On you, Lara loves your tits and thighs. Big, small— it doesn’t matter, your nipple is ending up in her mouth at the end of the day. And she loves feeling the softness of your thighs when you squeeze her head as she laps at your pussy; it’s a wordless tell that you’re about to cum.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Lara’s addicted to the way you taste. The way you glisten against her fingers, she will put her fingers between your lips just to immediately kiss you afterwards.

D= Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before you two got together (in the talking/flirting stage), Lara often touched herself to the thought of you. She had borrowed (she stole that shit) one of your favorite t-shirts that was covered in your scent and that was the hardest she had ever come.

E= Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I don’t see Lara dating too many people before you, or even one night stands. But she still knows what she’s doing, just give her a chance to learn your body.

F= Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Lara has two; one for you and one for herself.

Any position where she’s able to see your face is often her go to. She loves to see your eyes roll back as she takes you with the strap, running her hands all over your pretty body.

For herself, Lara loves to be taken from the back. Her arch is oh so pretty, and she comes the hardest this way. Don’t be surprised if you were to make her squirt eventually.

G= Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc.)

While a couple of giggles will escape her after a couple fumbling fingers, there will be no joking. Ain’t shit funny on how she’s holding you hostage (lovingly) against the bed.

H= How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)

First off, Lara wouldn’t care how you look. Clean shaven, bush, whatever. An eater is going to eat. As for herself, she’s well trimmed. She prefers herself that way.

I= Intimacy (how well are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Lara is nothing if not romantic. If her hands aren’t busy elsewhere, at least one of them are hold onto one of yours. She just likes to feel close to you.

J= Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before you, Lara never masterbated much. She was too busy or just not really in the mood. But after being with you, you awoke something in her.

Now, she’ll stare at the pictures you sent, or even the rare videos of you both, fingers working furiously over her clit as she whispers your name in the quiet bedroom.

K= Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise. Praise. Praise— this girl will not shut up about you. Constantly whispering in your ear as her fingers or hips thrust against you.

“You’re taking me so well, darling.”

“Fuck, such a good girl, my love.”

Overstim is also a common action in the bedroom. So unless the safe word comes out or you’re close to passing out, be prepared for a long night.

Breeding kink.

L= Location (favorite place to do the do)

Her bedroom, or even the manor in general, is the only acceptable place for her. She doesn’t want her name to be on the front page again, she does have a slight reputation to uphold. But inside the manor, there’s no holding back.

M= Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If Lara stares at you for too long, she would want to take you to the bedroom. Of course, you could tell the difference between her loving stares and the looks where she wants to drag you into the bedroom.

She stares a bit too long at your lips. And if you have even a bit of a cleavage, you would need to repeat what you said at least another time because baby girl was not listening.

N= No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Lara is NOT degrading you, it’s not in her character not to mention she can’t even bring herself to say anything like that to you. You are free to call her names though.

Anything with blood, knives or straight up hurting each other is a hard no too, it’s not up for debate.

O= Oral (preference in giving, receiving, skill, etc.)

Even if she gets lockjaw, Lara isn’t stopping until you push her head away. She gets addicted to your taste, by how your clit throbs against her tongue. Lara will keep her eyes on you face, remember how beautiful you look with her buried between your legs.

And Lara can only handle you eating her out for so long until she gets too sensitive. It doesn’t help that her first orgams happens too fast, she needs a breather from you after the first one.

P= Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

Lara is a mix of everything really, that would depend on how you want it. She could start off nice and slow then get caught up in the moment and start fucking you in the mattress, getting lost in your moans.

For herself, Lara likes to get fucked a little rougher. Be mean to her, she would like it.

Q= Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not. A. Fan. She likes to take her time and fully embrace you. Now she won’t turn down the offer to sneak away for others during a social gathering but you cum at least twice, back to back to make up for the fact that you’re not at home.

R= Risk (are they going to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.)

She’s willing to try most things at least once, especially if you request it so often. But despite how she acts, especially out in the wild, Lara isn’t much of a risk taker when it comes to you.

S= Stamina (how many rounds can they go? How long can they last?)

Between the two of you, you are the one that taps out first. Lara could go all night if she really wanted to. However seeing how she’s the one delivering most of the pleasure, you can only take so much.

T= Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You both use a strap, however Lara uses it more on you. It’s one of her favorites, it can stretch you out the way her long fingers can’t.

You use the vibrator whenever Lara’s away, sending her videos to tease her. Trust when I say she will blow up your phone just to hear you and talk you through it.

U= Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

Lara could only stand teasing you and being teased for so long until she cracks. She will let one comment slide before she will toss you onto the bed. She is much stronger than you and will use that to her advantage.

V= Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)

You would think Lara is the one getting fucked by how much she whimpers and cries. No, she just doesn’t know how to keep herself quiet; crying into your neck as she whimpers out incoherent praises as she straps you down.

Now if it’s one of the rare times when YOU wear the strap, Lara is damn near the opposite. You’re hitting every spot in her and she finds it hard to breathe, only harsh gasps. But when she cums, her moans rings throughout the room.

W= Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Seeing you care for her, really turns Lara on; whether that be small chores around the manor, stitching her up and making sure she’s fine after coming home—anything like that. Lara would feel as if she needs to pay you back in some way. Maybe her on her knees for you.

X= X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

If you think Lara doesn’t have muscles, I need you to be fucking for real. Now, no Abby Anderson type shit but her physique is still very visible even when not flexing. Therefore if you broach the topic of riding her abs, you’re not getting a no.

Y= Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

When Lara comes back from her explorations, for a solid 2 days, you guys are not leaving the bed. It doesn’t matter how long she was gone for, she missed you and needs that physical reconnection.

Any other time, even just a simple kiss will often lead to a heavy make out/grinding session. She’ll softly plead to go to the bedroom and when Lara looks at you with those pretty brown eyes, you agree without a second thought.

Z= Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

Once you both are all nice and clean, cuddled up on the warm bed, it doesn’t take long for Lara to fall asleep. After sex, I can see her usually being the little spoon. And if your fingers glide through her loose waves, Lara’s out within 5 minutes.

[slutforpringles]

Hey Jaimie, I just wanted to come on here and say thank you for all your contributions to the DR3 fandom. Whether it’s fighting for Daniel’s rights on Reddit or posting all the latest news, you’ve become somewhat of a lifeline for me. Your highlighted articles are my favourite to read, because it keeps me up to date with everything that’s happening. I truly hope you know how appreciated you are here, and I hope that the community that you’ve built here stays around for a long time, despite the recent news. Thank you for your dedication and positivity. Take care!

Hey, I know you sent this earlier today and I'm sorry it's taken me a while to reply, but I wanted to sit down and write a proper response. Getting this message was genuinely so lovely and I can't tell you how much it meant to me to hear that my tumblr has been able to be a positive place for someone 💞

I know I've very rarely been super personal on here, but this sport and this fandom has come to mean a lot to me, so I wanted to use this moment to express my gratitude to the dirlies (gn) and this community.

I was first introduced to F1 through friends while I was living in Europe in 2019 through DtS. I knew from the first moment I saw Daniel he was my favourite. I was immediately enamoured by his vivaciousness and that unabashed joy for life that exudes from every fibre of his being. But I was busy studying overseas and just didn't have the time to be fully bitten by the F1 bug.

I came home at the beginning of 2020 and between the pandemic, lockdowns and my personal life going toooootally to shit I was in a pretty bad place. And it was after a few months of struggle and wallowing that somehow my youtube algorithm landed me on a video of Daniel. I was hooked and very quickly worked my way through highlights, interviews, social media clips, all the funny videos, then each race highlight video as it came out in 2020, which led into every single WTF1 podcast (🙃😂) from 2020. The amount of google searches I did trying to learn all these racing and engineering terms and technical phrases I hadn't come across before (I distinctly remember googling what "box, box" meant because I had no effing clue what it meant 😂). I read every article I could about the upcoming season and the insane hype of Daniel going to McLaren (🙃🙃🙃) and can remember that first FP1 session in Bahrain I ever watched live.

I kind of stumbled onto tumblr via reddit. As I'd been learning about and becoming obsessed with F1 and Daniel I'd made my way onto the F1 sub, and for a long time I could be found on there first learning, and then discussing (and then later arguing for and defending Daniel lol). And I think it was as reddit started becoming more and more anti-Daniel that I started spending more time on tumblr.

For a long time before I joined tumblr I lurked, reading so many of all of your wonderful posts and opinions and seeing all the beautiful and creative fics and art. The mclaren hate blogging era was some of the best (and worst) times and some of the masterpieces on here in defence of Daniel and his career are so iconic and I have referenced their points/stats/quotes so many times in defence of Daniel.

I was a bit scared to fully join tumblr and start posting but I felt really quickly welcomed into this community on here. None of my friends IRL are remotely interested in F1, and so getting to talk about it here with all of you has been such a blessing (and I think my family are probably incredibly grateful that they don't have to listen to me talk about F1/Daniel quite as much as before 😅).

I just wanted to say how incredibly grateful I am to have gotten to experience the last few years with all of you on here. It hasn't always been easy and it's been a rollercoaster - that's for fucking sure - but the highs have been SO incredible. Daniel brought so much happiness and joy and laughter into my life at a time when I really, really needed it and seeing the outpouring of love for him on here the last few days has been beautiful, despite the heartbreaking circumstances.

I don't know what the next few months will look like without Daniel in F1, but I'll be sticking around for sure. I know I'm not always the best at replying to messages or inboxes (I blame my ADHD) but I'm always here for a chat and my messages are always open💞