#right we are now far enough down in the tags that i can also admit that I'm a new fan anyway do not hate me for it thank you

[onabat11e]

any players you think are hot but others dont?

my attraction to women is pretty 'mainstream' (not sure the best way to phrase it lol). so, no, not that i can think of off the top of my head?

for the most part, I'm not really attracted to a lot of people anyway, i can agree when people are good-looking but rarely feel attracted to them enough to be like 'oh yeah this person is hot'.

i also imagine there are plenty of hot players that just don't get the attention because they play for less popular clubs. like I know I'm also very guilty of just sticking to following the clubs I support and not keeping an eye on the others 🤷

[lvrspiastri]

love love love your writing! so in love with single dad!arthur, was wondering if i could request a fic in the same universe with arthur inviting reader over for a movie night ft. freddy ofc. just super fluffy and lighthearted stuff.

Parenthesis ᴬᴸ pt 2.1

and im glad you're in love with this AU bc i sure as hell haven't stopped thinking about it. i'm so happy to write more lol just tell me what you want and your wish is my command. i'm also done with exams so i'm about to GRIND bc i am jobless (i'm not). anyway enjoy love youuuu

reminder that requests are open just check out the guidelines :)

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pt 1

✧. ┊     PAIRING: single dad!arthur leclerc x gender-neutral!reader

✧. ┊    WORDS: 2k

✧. ┊    TAGS/WARNINGS: fluff, maybe a curse word here and there. kids. love.

Love was not something that frequented my list of words. While Arthur and I had been going out for three months now, the very thought of 'loving' him seemed silly. Fairytale-like. Unreal. I know better than to crave something no more real than elves and goblins.

Then what is it I fucking feel everytime he speaks to me?

"Can you bring some collations? Like uh...popcorn?" he talks hurriedly over the phone, chasing Freddy around the house to try and get his pants on.

"Snacks?"

"Yes, mon coeur, snacks," he coos, the accent getting to me again.

"Yeah, sure, easy. I'll see you in fifteen." I hang up, driving down to the store to get an assortment of snacks. Cheap ones, obviously, no one's paying more than $2 for a packet of popcorn. Even the flithy rich Monegasques.

By the time I knock, the door’s already open. Arthur stands there with his hair slightly damp, a faded hoodie hanging off one shoulder, and Freddy perched on his hip like he’s always belonged there.

“You came,” he says, a little breathless.

“You called,” I reply, holding up the plastic bag. “Popcorn, chocolate, Doritos.”

Freddy leans forward, little eyes shimmering with excitement. “You brought chocolate?”

I nod. “I did, bud.”

Arthur steps aside to let me in, balancing Freddy with one arm as he nudges the door shut with his foot. The place smells faintly of cinnamon and laundry detergent. His apartment is as messy as always, a half-built blanket fort caved in on one side, the TV screen paused on a Pixar logo, and socks—multiple, unmatched. A detail that speaks more than words.

“I was going to clean,” Arthur says, “but Freddy was very naughty.”

“You lost, I see.”

“Badly.”

Freddy wriggles down and disappears into the cushions with the snacks. Arthur doesn’t look at me right away. Just exhales, runs a hand through his hair.

“You okay?” I ask.

He nods. “Yeah. Just tired. It's been a long week.”

He says it like a confession. Like he isn’t sure he’s allowed to admit it.

I sit down next to him, close enough that our knees touch. He doesn’t pull away. There’s no fanfare to it—just the weight of being near someone you trust not to ask for more than you can give.

“Want tea?” he offers after a moment. Tea is his consolation when moments get awkward. An excuse to escape.

I shake my head. “Just this is fine.”

He nods again, slower this time. Like he hears it for what it is. Not a dismissal. A choice.

Freddy’s already started the movie, humming under his breath, half-wrapped in a fleece blanket on the floor. Arthur leans back beside me, arms crossed loosely, his eyes drifting toward his son and then back to the screen.

Arthur and I aren't physical. Or affectionate. It's hard to define what exactly we are but we both play a game of caution. Of fear. One move too far, one signal misinterpreted, and it's all over. So we sit on the couch, distantly.

Not far enough to be strangers. Not close enough to be lovers. Just… close enough to feel it.

The movie starts, some animated opening sequence with a talking animal and too much colour. Freddy giggles, mouth already sticky from melted chocolate, and Arthur smiles faintly at the sound. I catch him glancing my way. Quick. Unsure. Like he's still figuring out what he's allowed to feel around me. Like he’s waiting for me to laugh first, to say this is fine, that I won’t ask him to be more than what he can be.

I don’t laugh. But I don’t move either.

“You could have said no, you know,” he murmurs eventually, voice almost lost beneath the dialogue on the screen.

“To what?”

“Coming over. Doing… this.” He gestures vaguely, like the concept of popcorn and presence is somehow overwhelming.

“I didn’t want to say no.”

He glances down at his lap. His fingers twist in the hem of his hoodie. “Sometimes, I worry you are being just nice.”

I turn, brows furrowing. “Arthur—”

“It is not easy,” he says quickly. “I know. You know. I have got Freddy, and my hours are shit, and I forget things all the time. I forget to reply to your texts. I fall asleep halfway through calls. I’m not—” He cuts himself off, breathing hard.

“Perfect?” I finish for him.

He nods, once.

“Good,” I say, softer. “I’m not either.” I inch closer cautiously, placing a gentle hand on his arm.

"Que ferais-je sans toi?" He whispers, his eyes meeting my own. They're tired. But loving.

"Um..bonjour to you too," Arthur lets out a carefree chuckle at my statement. Freddy does too. He's observant, the kid. Destined to be great.

Arthur takes a second. Two. A minute. And then he opens his arms, patting his bicep. I let myself smile, slipping into his embrace. Maybe I should stop denying what I want. Him. He wraps his arms around me, lips pressed to the top of my head. I watch the movie but I'm not really watching the movie. I'm just feeling the warmth of all this. Of him. Of his hands aimlessly tracing my skin. Freddy's giggles at the jokes. Arthur pecks my head again, the sound causing Freddy to turn and exclaim.

"Hey, I wanna cuddle too!" He grabs his blankets, waddling to us and lying across our laps.

Freddy’s weight settles across us, warm and wiggly and perfect. Arthur chuckles, shifting to make room, one hand supporting his son, the other still loosely wrapped around me. It’s clumsy, this pile of limbs and fleece and feelings. But it fits. Somehow, we all fit.

The movie hums on in the background, bright colours flickering against the walls, cheerful music underscoring a scene I’ll never remember. Because all I can focus on is this moment. This breath. This weight. Freddy sighing contentedly. Arthur's hand still tracing gentle, absentminded circles into the fabric of my shirt. My heart thudding too fast for how still I’m sitting.

I shouldn't want this as much as I do.

But I do.

And that scares the hell out of me.

I lean into Arthur without meaning to. He doesn't pull away. If anything, he draws me in closer, his chin resting against my temple like it's the most natural thing in the world. My eyes slip shut for just a second.

This isn’t what I planned. Love was not something that frequented my list of words. It wasn’t supposed to be this quiet, this real, this utterly ordinary.

But maybe that’s the thing about love.

Maybe it doesn’t arrive with violins or grand confessions. Maybe it just slips in on a Friday night, between popcorn bags and blanket forts, between tired smiles and soft French murmurs.

Maybe it’s just this.

Uncomplicated.

Unannounced.

Arthur’s fingers tighten ever so slightly on my arm. Freddy shifts, letting out a small, contented hum, and Arthur kisses my temple one last time.

I don’t say it out loud. Not yet.

But I think I love him.

And maybe. Just maybe. That isn’t silly at all.

[monkebearness]

A Shoulder to Lean on

Park Minju (ILLIT) x Male Reader

Tags: smut, fluff, (most likely more than) friends-with-benefits, (just a little) angst

Word count: 4.1k

a/n: just wanted to write something relatively quicker, while also taking a break from tripleS and longer fics (for a bit). as you may have also noticed, this one's in second person pov. I wanted to experiment on my writing style for this one, but it's not permanent.

It just turned seven on your wall clock. From your windows, the lights of the city have never looked brighter amidst the darkness, but that's not where your eyes are fixed on.

Park Minju has been sitting beside you on the couch for about half an hour now. Below the television, the volume of the speaker is still higher than usual, but you can see and feel her state of silence from her spot, provoking your constant concern towards her.

Stealing a glance beside her, you try to switch things up for once, taking a look at your console below the television. Beside it, you visually rummage through your catalog of games. “You up for a game or nah? It's your call tonight. We can even play League—”

“Maybe later,” she answers, but you sense her lack of enthusiasm, only staring down at her half-empty mug of coffee, instead of watching the performers on the screen. “I don't feel like it.” She's the one who played them, having picked the songs she would often perform at the bars or cafés they visit with their friends.

Minutes ago, you thought that Minju could just be listening in her own world, daydreaming about making it as a solo singer a few years from now or imagining herself as a girl group member in another life, which she's told you both in either embarrassment or when she's simply asking for your opinion. You've told her nothing’s impossible since you're still both in your mid-twenties. Some folks reach stardom at a much later part in their life.

Maybe except for the girl group part, since the industry garnered a wave of scandals and controversies in the last few years. You’re just thankful she has a well-paying full-time job, even if she’s not in love with it. Nowadays, you think it's better to have a job to live with than a dream to chase.

And yet—knowing Minju's for years now—you can tell from her blank face: not much is going on in her head. No words. Not a hum. No meaningful or nonsensical discussions about anything. And that’s enough to worry you, especially with what happened to her recently.

Perhaps, thinking about her dreams is far from the first thing that's bugging her, knowing that one was crushed not too long ago.

“It's okay…” You still try to play it cool. “We can just keep watching and listening. But, just so you know, we are closing into the last song on the playlist, so...”

She chortles, before turning to her right to face you. “Gomawo, Dongyul-ah.” Her lips curve upwards.

“Don't mention it,” you look down for a second, trying to avoid her gaze of sweet gratitude. That always gets you, but she probably knows you're too shy to show it. Show your own vulnerability, like she does with you.

“It’s just—” she tilts her head, trying to form her next phrase with her mouth agape. “Whenever I hit you up, you always seemed so cool with just me hanging out here in your own place. And I wonder, have you not ever brought anyone else here recently?”

“I have.” You defend yourself. But you know they haven’t been here, not as much as her. “The rest of the gang’s been here a month ago. We play games here. Watch movies when we feel like it. But this ain't just the PC Bang or the movie theater. This crib is mainly for chilling, so they don't always have to be here.”

“Jincha? Well... I gotta admit, it is pretty neat living that you're only a few minutes from your workplace,” she tells you, just before she takes a sip of her lukewarm coffee.

Ah, yes, the perks of working near your apartment. You never imagined feeling thankful for not having one stable and full-time job, even though your parents kept pestering you about it, but you have felt that gratitude a few times. Much like right now. Minju is one of those reasons. The times you were with her, you regret little. No, you regret nothing.

“Speaking of which, I haven't seen Namgi at the cafe around,” you bring up, a smirk subconsciously forming in your face. "I think he seems to have finally given up—”

“Stop,” she tells you up front, taking another sip of her drink. “I... Don't wanna talk about that piece of shit right now.” Your lips curve downward in an instant, almost panicking in your mind. Great. You just had to mention him.

It's only been a month since she dumped that cheating asshat. Men are trash. You're one yourself, but that doesn't invalidate that argument. You try not to be like them, you just remain yourself. You don't know if that's a good or bad thing, but Minju still keeps on meeting you by herself and you barely questioned it. She's one of the sweetest, kindest people you know.

Since the latter half of your college years, she has always leaned on your shoulder, and it's kept her at ease, whether she brings you tears of sorrow or joy, or none at all.

You felt the same way, strangely enough. She's a weight that has never bothered you.

“Okay, then,” you raise your hands slightly in the air. “Mianhae... I'll keep that in mind.” Why did she even date that prick? your ego wonders. Any of your buds would've been a better choice. But you also hate that you considered that.

“No, I'm sorry.” Her tone immediately tones down with a hint of guilt. “I'm the one who asked to visit you out of nowhere.” She places the mug on the table. “But I guess it's just fair ‘cause I rarely mentioned Yunah-yah when—”

The woman's eyes widened, realizing what she just said to you. “Oh... Mianhae... There I go again,” she places her palm on her face with an embarrassed chuckle. You feel a pang straight to your heart, even if you don't wanna acknowledge it. “And I thought I was the reasonable one.”

“Don't be sorry... I'd say you still are the reasonable one between us,” you inch towards her, maintaining your face of concern and comfort. “Minju-yah, you're always welcome here, whenever you need something. Don't forget that... Besides, what are friends for?”

You wanted to tell her she’s better off without that guy. Your heart wants to tell her that you care, and that you’ll always worry for her. You know it’s true, but she’s heard many variations of those derivative words and phrases from her friends—their friends… But tonight, with just the two of you, she doesn’t need to hear more words. Friends might have been what you said, but you're both feeling more than that.

This time, she just wants your presence. Just you.

You two only lock eyes in silence for a moment. Her smile has never been clearer. Her lilac scented perfume has never been stronger and more irresistible. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. That's all you hear on your chest. She must've heard it, as she takes the remote from the coffee table in front of you and turns the TV off—before immediately returning her eyes to you. The louder you hear your heartbeat, you feel more and more magnets gathering around you. Pulling you and closing the distance between your bodies as seconds pass.

Minju leans in first, reaching your lips without a heads up. Closing your eyes, you lean down, wrapping your arm on her back while you both make an effort to deepen the kiss, as your exchanges of saliva creates sounds of smacking, almost just as loud as the speakers playing the pop and indie playlist earlier. You allow her tongue to enter your mouth, amplifying your noise. You taste the latté on her lips. The sweetened coffee in her tongue, with a mix of the chocolate-covered almonds she munched on a while ago.

Your nostrils can't help but flare like a raging bull who lets loose, but you act like this because you don't want to let this moment go, even if you're starting to run out of air. You miss this woman beyond the boundaries of platonic friendship, you crave her presence beyond the labels of melodrama and romance. Her magnificent curves, from top to bottom. Her everything.

Eventually your kiss breaks, mostly 'cause of your abrupt hesitation plus the limit of your breaths after almost a minute. “I, uhhh, I'm not taking advantage of you, am I?” you open up. Your prideful and lust-driven mind berates you for bringing it up in the first place, but your guilt and conscience have broken and slippers through your mouth.

“Aniyo,” she immediately answers, keeping her finger on your moist lips and her other hand holding onto your chest, maintaining her gaze of hunger for you. “Dongyul-ah... That's the last thing I feel about you.”

You lean in this time, giving into your lust now that she's given you a better reassurance. It's probably the first time you've asked her if she's sure, ever since your actual first time together. You look back to how you've reached this point. This connection none of your mutual friends are aware of—that you know of, at least.

For a while, you've always been hung up on Yunah, but she never gave a rat's ass about your feelings. Just the thought of her now still gives you an ick. Meanwhile, Minju has always been willing to hang out with only you whenever you aren't meeting with your nosier and noisier closest pals, no offense to them.

You always find yourself wanting some time to breathe, outside the bars, the samgyupsal spots, and the café you are working at. Even if that means breathing with her within a few inches, whether it's whenever the sun is sinking on the horizon or when the moon is already hovering among what your own eyes excuse as stars.

Lifting her up with all your might in a bridal carry, you walk yourselves to the bedroom, your lips and tongues still dancing, but not before you turn on the table lamp instead of the much brighter lights of your room.

Your brain reminds you that you just got the sheets cleaned. Whatever. It should probably last another two weeks, you tell yourself. Maybe this one will be quicker, you add another possibility, since you haven't done it with her in a while, after all. Just don't disappoint her, another voice reminds you while you place her down on the lowermost area of the queen size bed.

Without any word, you undress each other, with Minju helping you take your shirt off while you unbutton her sweater and pants until they drop on the carpeted floor. Igniting another makeout session, you take the chance to explore her delicate body with your hands, giving her petite breasts a gentle squeeze, inciting a yelp from her for a moment. “Still a naughty boy, I see,” she purrs, her hand gripping your slowly hardening crotch.

After half a minute of familiarizing your bodies like a map, the woman gets on one knee after throwing your boxer down, but you stop her, leaving her with a tilted head to your response. “What is it?” she asks.

“Let me,” you take her hand. Maybe it's the spirit of chivalry that just possessed you, but you know that you just want to serve her. Not simply because she recently ended a rough relationship—but because she deserves the best. Even if it's from what you can offer. She lets you do your ‘thing,’ sitting on the surface of the bed while she exhales a grin—unable to conceal her excitement while facing you in her unashamed and impatient naked form.

Keeping yourself together with a deep breath, you leave a few kisses on her skin, starting with her lips, nibbling down her neck and collarbone, teasing her with a few licks on her petite mounds and nipples, until you finally crouch and kneel to the level of her opening, something you haven't seen in almost a year. Her cunt’s clean shaven, as you last saw it. You begin drooling, lubricating and warming up your own mouth for your next service.

Giving it a test run, you tickle her clit with your thumb, making her bite her lower lips, muffling her moans from growing louder almost immediately. Now, you unleash your index and middle finger together as they enter her hole, continuing her symphony before she covers mouth with her palm while keeping her other hand anchored on the mattress with her fingernails. With your two fingers making circular motions inside her, you push them in further and add your thumb to the mix as it goes to her clit, rubbing it the same time as your fingers.

“Fuck!” she yelps, unbeknownst to you that she’s finding the striking similarities in the movement of your own finger with the real thing. Just like your cock, you make a few similar motions, thrusting it in and out of her hole just to tease her as she groans, somewhat helpless with bracing herself towards the ripples of stimulation that you keep giving her.

Within a split second, you take out your fingers and replace them with your mouth, latching onto her folds as you give it a few kisses, making it look like you’re sealing her fluids from spurting out. Thankfully, there aren’t any yet, so you continue with your piehole taking the lead on her cunt.

“Aauuuuggghhhh, babe,” she mumbles, which only encourages you to bring your tongue out. It's like you're picking locks in an Elder Scrolls game, waiting for that right spot to click and unlock to enter her more pleasurable regions. In Minju’s case, however, she has more than one. You then make a swirling and circular motion across her nethers, switching between her clit, her lips, and her opening in the next several minutes. You’re not the type to count. You prefer results, and you’re getting them as your lips feel and your tongue tastes something warm spurting out of her glands.

The taste of her cunt has always entices you. Sour, sweet, sharp. They're only three of the plentiful varieties of words your mind remembers whenever you eat her out, most of the time, they just mix, like a concoction. And you've enjoyed all of them.

Adding to your oral performance, you give her feet a little tickle with your sweaty fingers, which you hear her giggling in response. At least in the first few seconds, because you also start hearing the woman as she reaches her limit through the slow trembles of her voice.

“I'm cu—I’m cumming!” With that unrestrained scream, Minju gives into her climax, leaning her head backwards and howling above the ceiling until she loses her voice to the breeze of their room. A wave of her essence fires into your face and on the edge of the bed. It takes eight seconds for her to stabilize her own breathing as you hold and caress her shivering legs from the floor without tightening them.

“Y--you… did great…” she takes one hand, slightly lowering her posture to pet you like a—well—a pet. “Holy hell.” You even try to wipe your face off her fluids like a dog, but Minju does the favor and gets up from the bed for a moment. On the nightstand, she takes two sheets of tissue from the box and sits down to help you get a little cleaner.

You hold her hand—her fingers interlock with yours—and look up at her with comfort, finding her smiling softly while panting. And if you're still in sync with your memories together, you should both know where things will lead to next. You smile back at her.

Despite only following each other’s body language, both of your guesses turn out correct. After eight minutes of taking a breather in the kitchen, you’ve now moved to the middle of the bed, facing each other, with you on top of her.

“Hngggghhh... Fuck, Minj—” you whimper, unable to coherently voice out how much you revere her body, especially with how tight she is. After all this time. “I can’t he—”

You always make sure thrusts aren't too rough, but she always tells you to do her harder. This time, she’s not even complaining that you're plunging in and out of her harder than before. From the moment she whispers “I'm safe tonight” to your ear, something comes in you. Possessed you. Her moans only keep echoing through the room while both your harmonious friction keeps on squeaking the bed as you shake each other’s worlds.

You wanted her to be on top, but she insisted on lying down while she now looks up to you while working together in rhythm with her as your bodies grind against each other's direction. With every plunge and pull inside her, your tip keeps rubbing onto her cervix. She tightens her arms around you to extend her neck and reaches your chest, sticking out her tongue to give it a few licks, treating your dripping sweat  as if it's a mineral lick. More shivers drive through your spine as her tongue touches your right nipple, moving it sideways.

“Ugggghhhh, Minj—” you still can’t complete her name in this intoxicating commotion, but it keeps repeating in your mind in the last few seconds.

“Yooouu're—auggghhhh, still big... How in…” Minju moans loudly. You don't have a cohesive answer; her query only makes you smirk as you keep on thrusting. She still looks mesmerizing, you cannot help but touch lips with her again—and much to your surprise, neither can she. Every time your lips smack and your tongues tango, you start to realize how slow your heartbeat gets even if this whole thing costs them their breath. “So—much… Big–ger than that—Fuuuuuck,” she murmurs while catching her breath in-between your kisses. That's one compliment you'd like to accept, it somehow boosts your stamina simply having your ego well-fed.

Deepening your makeout session, Minju hungrily tastes of her own juices while feeling another wave build up inside her thanks to the continuous thrusts of your shaft inside. Your lips part, leaving a string of saliva and traces of her fluid. Her hands immediately move down to your hips, slowly tugging them with each pound you give her. She must want you to go even harder, and so you do it. “Yeeessss… Muuuuuh—more, Dongyul!”

You’re a slave to her, even if she wants to be the submissive one. That thought pushes you to keep going. To thrust with your hips faster and stronger. She rewards you with her screams of delight, her faces of gratification, and her claws of desperation digging into your back, triggering a grunt from you. Even that turns you on, every pain you've felt from her in bed, or anywhere else you’ve done it, converts to your satisfaction.

Reflecting your rising pleasure, your assorted harmonies echo through the walls. You might get a noise complaint from the neighbors next door later or in the morning, but you’re more than willing to take responsibility for craving your close friend this badly. You miss her, and you can't be any happier that she's here, not letting go of your skin, even if it bleeds or somehow gives you scars. You show how much you miss Minju by lowering your head to give her neck a sloppy kiss, inadvertently hitting a high note through a loud moan. A music to your ears, even at a perverted moment like this.

“Dong—yul-ah!” Her voice raises. “I’m getting close.” You hear the clashing of pleasure and exhaustion in her cracks, and yet she makes sure to remind you what she’s already told you. “In…side—me, please!” Now, she’s begging you.

Just in time, you’re just as close as she is. You keep your pounds in the same level of roughness, but you slow it down to one thrust per two seconds. “Okay…” you whimper, seeing her eyes half-shut as they roll backwards with her mouth opening wide. That look used to scare you when you first did it. You were never a fan of horror films, something Minju herself always takes the opportunity to make fun of. Now, that face keeps your cock hardened even though you feel her finally reaching her second climax with her fluids spurting through the gaps of her entrance, still sealed by your thick shaft.

“Miiiiiiinnjuuu-yaah!” With one last loud moan at the top of your lungs, you cry her name as you let loose inside your dear friend just about a few seconds following her, your warm, white load clashing with her fluids. The thought of filling her up “to the brim,” as they say, is tempting, but you still pull out, despite remembering her words clearly—still not wanting to risk anything. You both lie next to the puddle of your own mixed sweat and fluids, not caring that your legs are feeling the sticky sensation on the bed covers. You spread it the more you wiggle your still dripping cock and slide your feet, but that’s the least of your worries.

It’s a Friday night, and you and Minju just fucked each other's brains out for the first time in a year, and both of you regret nothing about. Without a thought in mind, you lean in to give her a kiss on her forehead. You've always wanted to do that. Minju can only look down, trying to hide her blushing cheeks from you with her disheveled hair, yet her adorable ears still stand out. You've teased how they look like elf ears, but you can't help but find them enchanting.

As you both maximize each side of the bed with arms spreading wide, you freely heave together, taking your time to catch your breaths through jolts of laughter and recollect your thoughts ‘til one of you speaks something intelligible once again. You take a deep breath, making the first remark between you two.

“I can't believe... I’m this lucky,” you huff with a chuckle. You don't even know why you said that out loud. You never have—but you don't feel any protest from your own mind, like you often do. It seems they couldn’t agree more.

Minju only shakes her head with a soft hum. “If anyone's... the lucky one here... It's me, Dongyul-ah,” she rebuts, slowly placing her hand on the side of your right cheek.

Your heart begins to race. Again. Perhaps, you're still just catching your breath in front of her. Perhaps her messy look and her blushing face is something you can't take your eyes off. The longer you look through her big eyes, the more you realize how brighter they shine than any of the stars every night. That’s stupid, but that's just how you see her oftentimes. You see either that or glitters, which is more or less visually the same.

“Agree… to disagree,” you shoot back, your mouth forming a grin.

She giggles. Still as cute and beautiful as ever. “Maybe, let's just both agree?”

“That we’re both lucky?” you ask her.

“Mm-hmm.”

How can you resist such a wise, precious, and stunning woman like her? You obviously can’t. You tried before. But there’s no good reason to do so.

“Arasseo,” you submit to her final rebuttal with a chuckle.

You like her, that's true. You like her more than anyone you’ve liked. More than anyone you've dated and slept with, which wasn't much. You like her even more than you like yourself at times; make yourself realize you don't have to be such an ass to yourself.

Maybe, you even love her—as you have with her eyes, her lips, her body, her jokes, her compliments. Do I? you contemplate. You don't even know what you are. Does that really matter? Maybe, maybe not. Yeah, who fucking cares? You want her to be here. She does too. Clinging onto your arms. Cherishing this moment. You’ll keep cherishing it—until she meets someone better than that jerk. Better than you. That’s how special she is.

You brush off those doubts the only way you can. At least Minju does so, the second she shuts your thoughts down with another kiss, comfortably wrapping one arm around you and pulling her closer to your chest and left shoulder, facing each other sideways. In this silence, you share your warmth together.

“Gomawo, Dongyul-yah,” she thanks you a second time, readjusting her position so she can lay her head on your chest while you lay down on your back.

“Anything for you, Park Minju,” you assure her, placing your hand on her head. Despite looking away from your eyes, you feel her smile forming—before a giggle follows. Half a minute later, she inches closer to give you a long soft kiss to your lips and a sultry wink, which are enough to reignite your burning passion for this charming, wonderful woman.

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I tried my best not to make this longer, which I'm somewhat thankful for lol. I'm not a super stan of illit myself, but I love their music. still, I hope you enjoyed it. thanks for the read. 'til next time!

[fanfics-i-find-here]

Got bored, thought this was a funny idea. Enjoy!

“This is our fight, sweetheart. We can’t just give up.” Jason keeps stern eye contact with you from where you crouch.

“I don’t know, Jay. I don’t think I’m meant for this. You should just leave me here.” You say in utter honesty. Your calves were burning from how long you two had been hiding behind the crate. You were sweaty from exertion. You really were ready to give up.

“I would never leave you behind. I’ll carry you if I have to.” His hand leaves his gun to curl around your wrist, “no man, or woman, left behind and definitely not my woman.”

You give a longsuffering sigh that has him smiling at you in a way that makes your stomach flutter.

“I think your being far too dramatic about this.” You huff as you settle on your knees, easing the ache on your legs. His grin widens.

“No quitting. Promise I’ll protect you okay? Just stay with me.” He’s back to being far too serious. You nod and prop back up into a crouch.

“Follow my lead” He’s standing, gun at the ready, before you can tell him that you don’t totally understand what that means. You’ll happily admit that you get distracted by him being in the zone, the pacing of his feet, the way his shirt pulls taut around his bicep as he holds his gun steady. Now is not the time for that.

You stand and start to follow him to a hide behind a taller crate. His eyes never stop scanning but his hand drops to pat at your hip ensuring your there. You’ve felt pretty useless this entire time but your not angry about Jason leading you through the many obstacles you’ve come across. His training keeping you both alive.

He gestures with his hands, a number of flippant moves that your sure, if you were a vigilante, you would understand. You aren’t a vigilante, you don’t understand. You guess anyway. You take a step back and then…

BLING! BLING! BLING!

You look down at your vest the flashing red light nearly blinds you in the dark space you had been in for the past half an hour. A devious cackle echoes the space and you slowly look up to Jason as he turns to look you.

You bite your tongue to keep from laughing at the more then unimpressed look he’s giving you.

“I’m so sorry,” you say with barely contained laughter. Despite his pep talk you still managed to get shot.

“It’s fine,” he shakes his head in exasperation, “don’t move I’ll be right back.” With that he disappears from your sight.

It only takes a minute or two before you hear screeching.

“That’s not fair! You use guns all the time.”

“That’s what you get for killing my girlfriend, dickwad. This is what real revenge looks like.” You giggle into your hand and turn to lean your back against the crate when you jump at the figure beside you.

“Jesus, Tim. How long have you been there?”

“Long enough, sorry for killing you, but it was a necessary evil.” Tim giving you a villainous smile, he creeps back into the shadows and you feel entirely to unnerved.

“okkkkaaaayyyy,” you then shout, “Jason, please come back” You step around the crate and right into Jason.

You yelp, “what is wrong with you people? It’s just laser tag!”

Jason laughs at you and brings warm hand up to your shoulder.

“you can’t blame us. This is basically what we do for –“

BLING!BLING!BLING!

Jason’s vest lights up red, flashing.

“What the fuck?” Jason balks and Tim makes his grand entrance from the shadows he disappeared into.

“and that, my friends, is how the green team wins.”

“I’m gonna kill you, pretender,” Jason takes a threatening step forward and Tim cackles.

“you can’t if your already dead!” Tim shouts and takes off running. Jason moves to follow but you stop him hands curling into his vest.

“He’s right. We’re dead, out of the game. You can’t kill him.” You insist, tugging him to stay close. He lets you move him with ease.

“That’s definitely not what I meant I said I’d kill him” he mutters. You ignore him

“also your family’s insane. I just want to put that on record. Tim’s the one that killed me by the way. I think he’d become the bad guy given the opportunity.”

“Yeah, we know, there’s a betting pool” Jason says nonchalantly, slowly backing you up to the crate you had been standing at.

“Oh my god, your insane too” you breath out a laugh.

“It’s a good thing you like me then,” his knuckle tips your chin up and he leans in, “coulda been a deal break, huh?”

You hum quietly suddenly distracted, despite all the noises seeping into the space. You close your eyes as he presses a gently kiss to your lips.

BLING!BLING!BLING!

You pull apart and glance down. Jason’s vest is flashing again.

“Hey lovebirds, your vest resets after a minute.” You hear a shout from higher up, some unknown space hidden in the laser tag arena. Duke. Devious given the opportunity.

Jason grumbles and you can’t help but giggle, hiding your face into his neck.

“Unbelievable, I’m the marksman of the family,” he mutters, “your too distracting, sweetheart”

His comment has you laughing harder, “good thing you like me then” you manage out.

He takes a step out of your space, “I do, but you're still a distraction.” He doesn’t hesitate and points his gun at you.

BLING!BLING!BLING!

“We’re on the same team, you loser!”

Masterlist

[animeyanderelover]

Anon: Kaneki and Ayato sharing a darling?

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, paranoia, clinginess, stalking, overprotective behavior, sadism, delusional behavior, threats, isolation, abduction, violence, death

Tags: @flaming-vulpix

Sharing a darling

🔲🌌Well, this is certainly going to be something. Both of those men would already be overwhelming enough by themselves yet together those only amplify the other's obsessive and protective tendencies. That all is before we are even going to mention that those two would not get along at all at the beginning. Sure, they know each other and they have worked together in the past but when it comes to the topic of you there is no way for compromises. Their obsessions just clash as the way they treat you differs too greatly. On the one hand you have Kaneki who is extremely paranoid, overprotective and clingy who just wants to hide you away and ensure that no one can harm a single hair on your head. Opposite of that there is Ayato who is possessive, harsh yet also overprotective. Differently from Kaneki he is not one to coddle and worship but one to demand and to lash out. Ayato would be far too cruel to you in Kaneki's eyes and in Ayato's opinion it's nothing short of pathetic how down bad Kaneki is for you. Kaneki is far too overprotective to let Ayato anywhere near you and Ayato is far too possessive of you to allow Kaneki to have you. Such conflicts end often in violent fights betwee those two.

🔲​🌌​In regards on how you even made acquaintance with both of them I consider it more likely for you to have known Ayato before Kaneki as the way they fall into an obsessive love differs very greatly. Ayato hates humans for he sees his greatest enemy in them. They hold nothing but prejudice and fear for his kind so in return Ayato only holds hatred and anger for them. It is this mindset which he has been surviving on for years that would make it hard for him to start thinking differently of you and especially difficult to even accept his feelings once something seems to fundamentally change in his perception of you. Kaneki is very different as he falls hard and fast once your kindness and consideration has torn down shaky walls he has been trying to build around himself. There is something holding him back though but it differs greatly from what is holding back Ayato. For Kaneki the barrier that he needs to overcome is his own insecurity and his terrible tendency to overthink. He's terrified to be seen as a monster in your eyes as he remembers how he used to think of ghouls back when he was still a human. Yet who would he be to blame you for being afraid of him? He is a monster after all.

🔲​🌌​Kaneki is blinded by infatuation and a rapidly growing paranoia. Signs so obvious that Ayato can't help but notice them. He himself doesn't know what he is supposed to think as he connects the dots. Part of him even wants to reject what he is seeing with his own two eyes right now. Kaneki is a fool but he is strong. Why would the white-haired ghoul fall for a small prey such as you? Yes, he doesn't think of you to be special enough to have another ghoul fall in love with you yet another part of him just doesn't want to aceept that there is now a competition that can't just be simply killed. After all this would only mean that he would have to rip the mask off of his face, look at himself in the mirror and admit what he is truly feeling for you. So he pushes that idea away as good as he can yet it is hard to ignore something that is so painfully obvious. The possessive part of his obsession threatens to burst out and it all explodes when Ayato catches Kaneki stalking you, admittedly because he himself has been doing it. The very moment his red eyes catch sight of white hair, he acts on sheer impulse as he all but attacks Kaneki who reacts just in time, a look of shock on his face.

🔲​🌌​There is this terrible period of time where both of them only heighten the terrible tendencies of the other person. Ayato only grows more possessive and violent and Kaneki in return grows only more paranoid and overprotective as he witnesses how Ayato is hunting you down. Kaneki abducts you to protect you from the clutches of Ayato which results in Ayato going on a rampage as all he sees is red before he tracks you down. It is the most peaceful option if Kaneki isn't with you whenever Ayato finds you as he will only harshly knock you out and take you away, leading to a meltdown from Kaneki's side once he returns and notices that you are gone. If Kaneki is with you when Ayato finds you which is the more likely scenario as he knows that the younger brother of Touka is after you, a fight is always guaranteed to happen as Ayato chooses violence and Kaneki responds accordingly to protect you. It's destructive, bloody and traumatising for you and it isn't unlikely that you get hurt within it all even if Kaneki is trying his all to protect you. The worst is only waiting once you do get hurt as this triggers Kaneki to activate his Kakuja in which case he is easily able to overhwelm Ayato.

🔲​🌌​Those violent conflicts and clashes eventually reach the knowledge of others. Whenever those two fight, chaos is left in their wake and once the CCG becomes aware of it, they start to investigate. The involvement of doves only adds more fuel to the situation as their mission is to find out who the ghouls responsible for all the destruction are and to eliminate them so that they won't endanger the citizens of Tokyo. Kaneki avoids them as long as they do not confront him or threaten to take you away from him, Ayato is much more happy to show them what happens when they think that they can just follow him and it is his showcase of aggression that only ends with more officers of the CCG investigating and chasing after him and Kaneki. It all ultimately leads to one brutal showcase where Kaneki, Ayato and the doves end up fighting against each other. In the middle of all of it is none other than you. It's all too blurry for you. You vaguely recall that one officer tried to rescue you as soon as they noticed that you were human and that Ayato and Kaneki both went after you the moment they noticed before something hit you. Blood, screams of your names and after that only darkness as you collapse.

🔲​🌌​It's unclear who exactly it was that wounded you during the battle. There was too much happening for Ayato and Kaneki to tell if one of them hit you or if it might have been even one of the doves but all of that fades into irrelevance as you fall down, crimson blood quickly staining your clothes and forming a small puddle on the ground. There's this painful silence for a few seconds following after that before the storm hits with all its strength. For once Ayato is actually grateful for Kaneki's outburst as the white-haired man goes berserk, keeping the doves busy as he leaps to you and quickly carries you somewhere else so that no other attack can hit you again. Any more damage would be fatal and as Ayato decides for once to prioritise your human life as he tries to stop the bleeding, Kaneki creates a massacre as he's in that moment nothing more than a mindless creature who attacks every living thing around him. By the time Kaneki snaps out of it, he's standing in a small pond of blood. Neither the sight or the stench matter to him in that moment as he instantly starts panicking when he is unable to spot you at first until he notices Ayato.

🔲​🌌​The unsung hero of this tale is Ayato as he is the one who at the very least manages to keep a grasp on his rationality as Kaneki is a mess the moment he sees just how bad your wound is. Realising that neither Kaneki nor him are equipped to be of any help of you, he spontanously decides that Anteiku is the best shot both of them have at the moment. So he pushes Kaneki harshly away from your body and barks that what you need is help and not someone pathetically bawling his eyes out over you. So both of them head to the shop, taking everyone by surprise when they arrive with your bloody form in Ayato's arms. The decision to bring you here was no mistake though as you are immediately catered to to everyone's best abilities. Questions are only asked once you are out of any immediate danger though most members of Anteiku can already imagine half of the story as Kaneki's and Ayato's strifes has travelled all around their community. Touka is the one who has a serious word with both of them afterwards, pointing out the obvious that both of them must already know. That both of them have to stop. You nearly lost your life after all all because those two can't stop with their conflict.

🔲​🌌​It takes you days to recover somewhat from the blood loss. Days of bleeding through bandages and sheets. Days of pain and an bacterial skin infection which they are luckily able to treat with antibiotics. All whilst you suffer and recover, it is Kaneki who decides eventually to reluctantly leave your side to approach Ayato after a lot of sleepless nights and heavy consideration. It's the first time both of them have actually talked face-to-face without their kagunes out or without any hostile intents. There's nothing but silence from Ayato's side at first as he doesn't even look at the white-haired man but he is listening nevertheless. Your near-death experience marks a change within this situation. Neither Kaneki nor Ayato are able to deny that what happened to you was their fault, especially from Ayato's side this realisation isn't easy to admit yet the weight of the situation is too heavy for him to ignore his guilt. Kaneki could not survive in a world without you and for that sake he is going to work together with Ayato if it has to be done. He knows after all that without Ayato you might not have made it and that is one thing he is going to be grateful for. The offer only stays as long as Ayato stops hurting you.

🔲​🌌​Ayato takes a lot of time to consider the offer made by Kaneki. Truth is that he doesn't want to share, he's too possessive to ever settle contently with sharing you. However, he knows that he can't beat Kaneki by himself and unfortunately he only has himself in this situation. So reluctantly and with the most bitter of aftertastes Ayato agrees through gritted teeth. Everything is far from over though. In fact a new era with problems is just about to begin. This relationship will never be peaceful, fights will often ensue and they are still capable of ending in violence. Kaneki and Ayato have just learned to see it through that you will be kept out of it all. Their obsession types are just not compatible and they will never be which is something that Ayato and Kaneki just accept. A piece of harmony only happens once Ayato finds himself mellowing out around you which means that physical pain is less likely to be used and which additionally means that there are less fights happening as there is nothing to trigger Kaneki's overprotective paranoia. Still it feels like you are in a downgraded version of tug of war with less blood and violence. Both of them can't stand to be around each other for too long.

🔲​🌌​As Ayato isn't clingy and needs time away from you, there is more time that you spend overall with Kaneki which is one of the few things that work fine for Kaneki. Once Ayato demands his share of time with you though, he expects the white leech to actually stay away. To no surprise Kaneki struggles fairly much with that part of the deal as part of him is still terrified that Ayato might hurt you and it is obvious in the way he searches your body for any bitemarks or wounds as soon as he is back. Ironically enough both of them could potentially balance each other out nicely as they are complete opposites when it comes to the way they treat you but they aren't close enough for that to ever happen. Mutual tolerance is the best level that they are ever going to reach. After all Ayato would only get annoyed if he had to watch Kaneki, who is despite everything a very strong ghoul, clinging to you like a puppy whilst Kaneki would probably have sooner or later a meltdown if he were to watch how rude and harsh you tend to be treated by Ayato. So it's best for both if they just try to co-exist without getting in each other's way too much. It's better for you as well.

[dynamightimagines]

Can you write some headcannons of Izuku, Katsuki, Denki, Kiri, and Tamaki Amajiki dating a reader whose quirk is basically her being a magical girl.

Hey hey! Sorry this one took a min! This is so cute I have just been so mf busy with work and everything in like (why is finding new health insurance so mf hard) Hope you like it!! headcannons under the tag!! (I'm switching canon a little around for a few to fit reader into the story!)

Izuku, Katsuki, Denki, Kirishima, and Tamaki with a magical girl! S/O!

Izuku Midoriya

The first time Deku had seen your quirk he was absolutely stunned.

You guys were doing the villain and hero scenario's and you had been partnered with Uraraka to stop Iida and Bakugou from taking the bomb

It was normal at first, until the bright light went off

At first Izuku thought it was Bakugou setting off a particularly big explosion, the white of the blast blinding the cameras they were watching the fight from

But as it dimmed he realized it was focused around you, and as it went away he realized why your hero costume at first was so basic

It had completely transformed, you now adorned in a cute (favorite color) outfit, complete with bows and a small staff now in your hands

You seemed to move faster, even with the complicated outfit you were dodging your enemies left and right, sending out blasts from the staff you now carried

Izuku desperately wished he had his journal right now. How did your entire outfit change? And the increase in your stamina and dexterity?

You were keeping up very well with your opponents, dodging Bakugou's blasts left and right and moving faster than Iida could reach you

You were able to keep them long enough for the timer to run out, signaling your win against the hero team

As soon as you got back to the meeting room you were flocked by everyone, all of them aweing over your new costume and how your quirk worked

Another bright flash was sent out and you were back into your normal clothes, fatigue now visibly apparent on your face

Deku offered to take you to the infirmary to rest since his trial was already done

He tried really hard, but he couldn't stop himself from throwing question after question at you, wondering how your quirk worked, its drawbacks, and what all you could do

You were happy to answer all of his questions, bashful at the idea of someone so interested in your quirk

This blossomed your friendship, and little did you know how far your relationship would go

Katsuki Bakugou

Everyone teased him for your relationship

How did he, the angriest and most volatile student in UA, get together with one of the most upbeat and sociable students?

He made everyone who knew swear up and down they'd never let it out that he was the one that fell for you first

When he first saw your quirk, he thought it was the most obnoxious thing in the world, bright lights and frills and a wand?

But the power you had, the strength and how well you wielded the quirk's possibilities was admirable

Your sociable personality bounced off of his brash one well, making you two a popular couple

He knew you could handle yourself, sitting back during training knowing you'd always kick your opponents ass

Plus, he found it absolutely hilarious to see hardened, scary villains get demolished by you in your adorable costume, like a doll beating down Godzilla

He will also never admit it, but he finds your outfit adorable

He swears it changes a little bit every now and then, morphing to your growing personality

No matter what, its a perfect personification of you, and he will never get tired of it!

Denki Kaminari

The first time Denki saw you in action he swears he died and went to heaven

We know this guy watches anime, so the fact that, right before his eyes, a beautiful magical girl is here, just for him?

Technically just for him, as you two were sparring and you were coming right at him with your staff at the ready

He didn't care if he got teased for the quickest knockout in today's class, the fact that you carried him back to the infirmary and waited for him to wake up is all he needed to see before he decided he loved you

He hits you with so many flirty comments, calling you magical and asking you if you could sweep him off his feet

Luckily for him, it worked, and you two began dating

He will never stop bragging about you, showing off your quirk and cuteness to everyone he meets, daring them to fight you just so he can see you kick their asses, and see their faces as they realize the adorable and seemingly harmless girl they dared to fight could probably send them to hell and back

If anyone makes fun of your quirk he's quick to defend you, threatening to fight whoever dares to be mean to you, even though he knows you can defend yourself

He will never get over your magical girl outfit, begging you to activate your quirk just so he can take pictures of you in it

He will beg Momo to make a replica of it so you can wear it even while not activating your quirk

You are his beautiful magical princess and he will always treat you as such!

Eijiro Kirishima

You two are such a power duo

you both are power houses in a fight, and when you're partnered you are practically unstoppable

Imagine trying to block Kirishima while you're in the back shooting blast after blast of pure power

Any opponent would be overwhelmed quite easily

If anyone doubts you because of how your quirk looks he is the first to defend you, telling whoever is being mean to you that you are probably much stronger than most macho looking guys out there

If anyone's words ever get to you and you start doubting yourself he makes sure to shower you in reassurances, telling you that despite how girly someone may think your quirk looks you are a beast on the battlefield

He would ask you to help him train, to shoot blast after blast at him to help him increase the durability of his hardening

You two are easily the most popular couple at UA, your guys' kindness and strength make everyone feel safe and appreciated

Tamaki Amajiki

Tamaki first noticed you when you got second place in that year's sports festival, just behind Mirio

Mirio quickly became your friend, so of course you became good friends with Nejire and Tamaki too!

You and Nejire became best friends first, two of the cutest girls in your year made you quite popular

Tamaki was very intimidated by you at first, your flashiness and power was enough to make anyone shy

But you were so nice! How could he not respond to you and hang out with you when you asked so politely, and made sure to make plans in calm places so he wouldn't be overwhelmed?

Plus Mirio loved you, so that was good enough reason for him to open up to you

You're definitely the 'leader' in the relationship, taking lead of plans and any interactions you guys had while you were out

"He asked for no pickles" type of dynamic

You thought his power was absolutely amazing, and you never failed to tell him so, even though it made him a blushing mess

You got lots of love letters, many boys and girls alike showed affection for you and it made Amajiki very self conscious

You always reassured him, promising you would never leave him for someone else

He loves you with all his might and he will never stop showing it to you

Can you tell I lost all writing capabilities and motivation half way through this LOL I love this prompt I just suck at keeping focused. Love ya!

[lovetaroandtaemin]

Kinktober 2024

Day 22: Brat Taming

Na Jaemin x Reader

Word Count: 1,612

THIS FIC IS NSFW, MINORS DNI!!!

Warnings: Sort of public teasing, Jaemin flirts with other girls to piss Reader off, jealous reader, lowkey toxic relationship?, edging/orgasm denial, spanking, oral (male and female recieving), implied round 2. If you think I missed a warning, please let me know!

A/N: If you would like to be added to my Kinktober taglist, you can send an ask, send a dm, or comment on one of my Kinktober-related posts with the username that you'd like tagged. Happy reading!

Taglist: @unlikelysublimekryptonite

Fic is under the cut.

You should have known that agreeing to go to Jeno’s party with Jaemin was a mistake. You loved Jaemin’s friends dearly, but whenever there was a party your boyfriend acted like even more of a brat than usual. It started with grabbing your ass when he thought no one was looking. Then it escalated to small comments under his breath, like how badly he wanted to see your makeup run, just to get his friends to laugh. Tough talk for such a submissive man, but that was beside the point.

Tonight, you were willing to let Jaemin act however he wanted within reason. Jeno was throwing this party to celebrate graduating college, after all, and you didn’t want to ruin your boyfriend’s fun at his best friend’s party. You even considered giving him what he wanted and letting him dominate you for a change after you got home. That changed when you saw him talking to Chaewon, one of the most popular girls in your year. He laughed at everything she said, and when you saw the way that he looked at her, it made you sick to your stomach. You knew that he was leading her on to piss you off, but it still triggered a strong emotional response for you.

When you saw him take her phone to put his number in, you decided that you’d had enough. You marched over to where they stood, grabbing Jaemin’s arm and saying, “Come with me. We need to talk.”

“Sure, honey. I’ll be right back, Chae.”

You practically dragged him to an empty bathroom, locking the door behind you. Once the door was locked, you turned to Jaemin and said, “Cut it out.”

“But I’m not doing anything.”

“Then what the hell were you doing giving Chaewon your number? Would you rather be with her tonight?”

“No, ma’am,” he said, looking down at the floor. Your reaction was how he knew that he’d gone too far. He only wanted to have some lighthearted fun, not hurt you. He hadn’t even actually given Chaewon his number, he was just typing a random note in her phone, but now was not the time to tell you that.

“We’re going home.”

“Can I say goodbye to Jeno first?”

“No. You can text him after I’m done with you.”

Jaemin did feel bad about upsetting you, but he also had to admit that he was incredibly turned on by seeing you so angry. That’s why he’d spent the night teasing you in the first place. He never meant to go as far as he did, though, so he decided to behave for the rest of the night.

You and Jaemin left the bathroom and walked back to your car, and you drove back to your apartment. The drive was silent, with you being too angry to speak and Jaemin being too embarrassed to speak. The silence made the drive feel much longer than it was, but it only took a few minutes to get back to your apartment. When you got inside, the first thing Jaemin did was drop to his knees and kiss your thighs. You had to admit that the stimulation felt good, but it didn’t change that you intended to punish him. So, you said, “Bedroom. Now. I expect you to be naked and sitting on the bed when I get there.”

Jaemin scrambled to get up and do as he was told. Once he was out of the room, you removed the mini dress you’d worn to the party, leaving only your bra and underwear on. You waited a few minutes to go to your bedroom, so he had time to complete the rest of your instructions. Then you made your way to your room and saw that Jaemin had followed every instruction you’d given him. It was kind of cute in a way how eager he was to please you. Sure, he acted like a brat sometimes, but deep down you knew he was your good boy.

Jaemin sat up straighter when he saw you walk in the room. He was desperate to please, feeling guilty about how he’d acted earlier. When he saw the way you looked at him, he initially thought his punishment would be spanking. That probably explains the surprise in his eyes when he saw you kneel in front of him. For a brief moment he considered asking you what was going on, but he knew better than to speak when he hadn’t been addressed first during a punishment. He got his answer anyway when you looked up at him and said, “I’m going to suck your cock, but you are not allowed to cum. If you do, the next part of the punishment will be worse. Do you understand?”

“Yes, miss.”

“Good boy,” you said before you took him in your mouth. Typically, you would have started slow, but this time you weren’t really concerned about being gentle with Jaemin. You moved your head along his shaft, pumping the parts that you couldn’t fit with your hand. The sweet whimpers that came from his mouth almost made you consider going easier on him.

Then you remembered the look in his eyes when he was talking to Chaewon at the party. You stopped using your mouth, instead opting to stroke his cock with your hand while you spoke to him. You looked up at him with the sweetest bedroom eyes you could muster and said, “How does it feel, baby?”

Jaemin moaned in response and said, “So good, miss.”

“Then you wouldn’t rather have Chaewon doing this right now?”

“No, miss. Only want you.”

“Say it again, slut.”

“I only want you, miss.”

“Then act like it when we’re out together. Understood?”

“Understood. Miss, I think I’m-”

You promptly stopped stroking and said, “Did I give you permission to speak beyond telling me that you understand?”

“No, miss.”

“That’s what I fucking thought.”

You waited a few minutes, then you started stroking again. When you noticed the tell-tale signs of an impending orgasm, you stopped again. Jaemin whined when you stopped, but one look from you shut him up quickly. You brought him to the edge one more time and stopped, and you had to admit that you were impressed that Jaemin had avoided an orgasm. So, you said, “Since you didn’t cum, I’ll go easy on you for the next part. Stand up and bend over.”

Jaemin knew what was coming next, and he dreaded it, but he still did as he was told. You gave his ass ten hard smacks, enjoying the small moans that left his mouth every time your hand made contact. When you were satisfied, you told him to stand up. He did, and you quickly turned him around to press a soft kiss to his forehead. He blushed at the soft contrast to what you were just doing and looked at you with the most fucked-out expression you’d ever seen. He seemed liked he wanted to say something, so you asked, “What’s up, sweetheart?”

“Can I eat you out, miss?”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, miss. Wanna make you feel good.”

“Go ahead, baby,” you said as you settled into a comfortable position on your bed. Within seconds, Jaemin was between your legs and pulling your panties down. As soon as your clothes were out of the way, Jaemin brought his mouth to your pussy, gently sucking on your clit. You moaned at the feeling, and it only made him want to do more. While his lips teased your clit, he slowly slid two of his fingers into you and pumped them in and out.

The pleasure you were feeling was dizzying, and you had to admit that you were feeling a lot better about what had happened at the party. It had taken a bit of reassurance from Jaemin, but you knew without a doubt in your mind that he loved you, and that you were the only person that he wanted. He just liked to act out to get your attention. You decided to make a plan with him for what he could do instead when he really wanted you.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a familiar knot tightening in your stomach. You tried to warn Jaemin, but before you could get the words out you were coming undone around his fingers. As he fucked you through your release, you quickly found yourself getting overstimulated, so you gently told him to stop. He stopped just long enough to make his way up to your lips and kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

After you caught your breath, you helped Jaemin to your bathroom so you could clean him up, as well as clean yourself up. Once you were done, you helped him back to bed and put lotion on where you’d spanked him. He thanked you, and you pulled him closer. When you found a comfortable position you just held him, reassuring him that you loved him more than anything and apologizing for getting so jealous.

Thank you for reading! If you'd like to see what else I've written so far and the rest of what's planned, you can find my Kinktober masterlist here. If you'd like to read one of my non-Kinktober works, you can find my general masterlist here. If you'd like to see what I'm going to be working on once Kinktober is over, you can find my upcoming works here. If none of that interests you, or there's something specific you'd like to see, send a request via asks or dms!

Jaemin apologized for upsetting you, and he explained that he had never actually flirted with Chaewon. In fact, Chaewon was in on it the entire time, helping him pretend to flirt with her to make you jealous. You had to laugh, and you kissed him again. Jaemin deepened the kiss, and you could feel him moving against you as he kissed you. You should have figured that it would happen, especially because he didn’t cum earlier. Since he had taken his punishment so well, you decided to help him out once you finished recovering from your orgasm.

Thank you again for reading, happy spooky season!

[stormyphoenix]

NSFW Levi Week Day 7: Marking/Praise kink

Tags: Modern AU, f!reader, established relationship, marking, praise kink, P in V sex, 18+, MDNI

Written for @levievent NSFW Levi Week 2025

Smut starts under the "Read more" cut

Thanks to everyone who read my ficlets so far, and thanks to @levievent for the inspiration and for resharing my writing ♡

Coming back from the work party feels good; not only because your heels were killing your feet, but also because you couldn’t stand anymore to just look at Levi, looking all gorgeous in his attire and garnering looks from women and men alike even though he barely paid them any attention back, because he was too focused on you in your gorgeous forest green dress. Now you’re both home, you feel like you’re going crazy with the need to mark him somehow, stake a claim on him.

Once you’re free from your torturing shoes, you pad towards your boyfriend who’s standing near the bedside table, taking off his wristwatch and opening the cufflinks of his black dress shirt, seemingly unaware of you approaching.

“Finally I have you all to myself again,” you sigh in relief. “It was torture, what with you looking delicious and not being able to do much more than stare at you.”

“You’re one to talk,” Levi says back, smirking while he grabs you by the waist with an arm and pulls you close to him. “I just wanted to eat you up,” he admits, sniffing your perfume on your neck.

“You had all eyes on you, didn’t you notice?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yet, all I want to do right now is mark you and claim you mine.”

“You did leave a lipstick mark on my cheek, earlier on,” Levi says, watching himself in the mirror and lightly touching the lipstick stamp on the high of his cheekbone. “Think it worked just fine. No more girls tried to flirt with me.”

“Don’t clean it up just yet,” you almost beg him. “I have plans.”

“You do?” he deadpans, smirking again. “You’re going to mark me some more?”

The picture of Levi covered in lip prints that comes alive in your mind is enough to make you boil between your legs, and you rub them closed

“Yes.”

“On the condition that we go shower and clean up once we’re done. Heard this stuff’s a real fucker to get out of clothes.”

“Deal. Now, go sit on the bed.”

“Brat,” Levi murmurs fondly before obeying, staring at you with curiosity to see what you’re going to do next.

After fishing out your lipstick from your purse, you reach him and stand between his legs, looking down at him with heavy lidded eyes as you put a fresh layer of lipstick on again to cover the previous, ruined one. Then, you snap the lipstick close and leave it on the bedside table in favor of grabbing Levi’s face between your hands and planting a hard kiss on his lips, earning a moan from his throat. When you pull away, there’s a stamp over Levi’s mouth.

“You’re such a pretty boy, marked up like this,” you praise him, smudging the traces around a bit with your thumb, and he preens, letting you do it for a while.

“Am I, now,” he deadpans just to rile you up a bit.

“Yeah,” you say back, then you kiss him again, feeling the sticky wax, as you straddle him. “My pretty boy, all mine.”

You undress each other while still kissing, Levi’s shirt being unbuttoned steadily and your dress zip being lowered quickly, then you break the kiss so you can get out of your underwear and snatch a condom from the bedside table’s top drawer.

“Roll it on for me, pretty boy,” you say, straddling one of his thighs, and he complies very fast so you reward him by giving his hard cock a few, tight strokes. Levi groans and tries to reverse the positions, but you stop him.

“Nuh-uh, this time you’ll let me ride you like a good boy,” the phrase goes straight to Levi’s cock, making it throb while he’s looking up at you from where he lies on the bed. You let him know how wet you got because of him by rubbing a bit against his thigh, just to tease a bit further.

“Please, don’t tease me any longer,” he whines, then shouts as you take him in at once, letting him sheathe inside you completely. “God, you’re so fuckin’ hot and wet-”

You grind on him for a few seconds and Levi cries out your name and grips the bedsheets, taken aback by the amount of stimulation, then you start riding him, going up and down in a slow but steady rhythm, enjoying the sight of him underneath you, covered in lipstick marks and submitted to you.

“I missed your cock inside me so much,” you moan. “It stretches me just right and feels so good.” You look down and see Levi entranced by the sight of your breasts, bouncing with the pace you’re riding him at, and tease him further by fondling them yourself, pinching your nipples hard. “Enjoying the view?”

“Yeah,” Levi groans back, gripping your hips and trying to be good and let you ride him and take your pleasure as you like.

“Good boy,” you praise him again, a bit breathless. “You’ve been so good so far...”

Your legs betray you and start burning with the effort a bit earlier than you anticipated, so your rhythm falters, and suddenly Levi’s gaze on you is full of concern.

“You okay, baby?”

“My legs are getting sore already, I’m sorry-” your sentence gets cut short when you feel Levi thrust up into you and your words turn into a scream.

“I’ve got you, baby, just take it like a good girl,” the roles are now reversed as Levi praises you and takes the reins by fucking into you from below, gripping your hips very tight to keep you still as he rams into you.

“Levi!” you cry out, feeling hot all over. It prompts Levi to sit up, not halting his thrusts, and with an arm he pulls you close to him. At first, he marks you up all over your neck and shoulders, leaving trails of little bruises, then he pushes his face between your breasts; for a while he breathes against them, open-mouthed, then he latches onto your nipples, one after the other, smearing the lipstick that’s on his lips around while he sucks and nibbles fervently. Pleasure goes through your body like little bolts from his mouth to your core, making you clench around him and tearing a growled moan from him.

“Please, please, Levi, I need to-”

Something snaps in Levi and the rhythm of his thrusts becomes feral, then he begins rubbing your clit with spit-slick fingers. “Wanna see you come because of me, give it to me, please-”

You’re drawn under by the tidal wave of your orgasm, and quite soon after that same wave washes over Levi, whose hips stutter until they stop and he moans brokenly, coming into the tight confines of the condom. Any strength left drains from your body and you just fall limp over him, and you both pant and shiver together for a while.

“Must... shower...” Levi slightly slurs. “We’re covered in waxy stuff… atrocious...”

“Sorry, baby. Next time I’ll wear a kiss-proof lipstick,” you breathe, feeling his arms around you.

“But then you won’t be able to mark me up,” Levi actually snorts, fondly. Who would have thought that a clean freak like him would have appreciated this type of stuff. He really is full of surprises, you think.

“You’re right. Well, let’s go shower before we fall asleep like this.”

[willalove75]

Hey, I hope this isn't too complicated but can I request a fic where Y/N is going through heartbreak and Alcina is comforting her, angry someone could hurt the person she secretly cares about and loves the most?

Not complicated at all! Thank you so much for the request!💕

Tags: Fluff

A/n: My period is being an asshole again this month so here's something fluffy. I feel like shit so apologies if it's not my best but I hope you guys like it anyway💕💕

18+ Only Minors DNI (everrr)

Alcina is making her way down the staircase when the front doors open and a large group of maidens walk in. Earlier in the day the group went out for the weekly trip to the village and are just returning home. She pauses as they make their way inside, hoping to catch a glimpse of you coming in. For whatever reason your smile is always it's biggest and brightest when you come back from the village and the happiness that radiates off of you is infectious. Not only are you secretly Alcina's favorite maid, she's been admiring you from afar. When she sees you so inexplicably happy she can't help but feel happy herself.

"Good afternoon Mistress." "Good afternoon my Lady."

The girls say as they walk past her with their eyes glued to the floor. Very few of them dare to look up. Those that do can't seem to make eye contact with her. The maids inabilities to look at her make Alcina feel powerful, but that was also one of the reasons why you were so different. Not only did you look at her and were able to hold her eye contact longer than any other maid, you never looked at her with fear. It certainly threw Alcina off at first but eventually she came to cherish the small smile you would send her way when you crossed each others paths in the halls.

As the last of the girls file in her brows knit together when she doesn't see you.

"Antonia." Alcina says, calling to the maid that chaperoned the trip.

"Yes my Lady?"

"Is there a maiden missing? It seems like there are less of you returning than there are when you left." Alcina says.

She doesn't want to make it obvious that she's looking for you, but there is a hint of concern in her voice.

Antonia thinks for a moment and turns to Alcina.

"Ah, I believe you're talking about y/n?" She asks.

Trying to keep up her façade, Alcina gives her shoulders a light shrug but Antonia sees right through it. Antonia has been one of the Lady's head maids for nearly ten years now and knows Alcina better than the Lady herself would ever admit to. She smirks at Alcina who narrows her eyes at her a bit.

"She was the first one out of the carriage when we arrived although she seemed to be in an unusually unhappy mood. I believe I saw her run off towards the gardens."

Alcina lips form a thin line and she nods at Antonia.

"Thank you Antonia. That will be all."

Antonia gives the Lady a slight bow and isn't surprised when she sees Alcina changing directions to head off towards the gardens. With a small smile on her face, Antonia heads off to complete the rest of the work she has for the day.

Fall has officially hit the village and Alcina's daughters have been locked inside the castle once again until spring. The wind blows through the courtyard as Alcina enters it, the ends of her dress whipping in the cool air. She looks around for a few moments before finally finding you. Your back is turned and you're looking out over the vineyard and the vast landscape before you.

Alcina can hear your sniffles and your heart beating irregularly inside of your chest. Concern and anger begin to wash over her when she realizes you're upset. She decides to stride over to you in silence but since she doesn't want to completely startle you, she makes sure you can hear her footsteps before she approaches.

Tears stream down your cheeks as you look over the vineyard. The snowcapped mountains in the distance are so peaceful, so beautiful, you wonder if your heart would still be in pain if you got far enough away from this god-forsaken village. The sound of heels clicking across the brick pavement pulls you from your thoughts. You know right away who the footsteps belong to and you try to wipe your tears from your cheeks and pull yourself together before she sees you like this.

Alcina takes her place next to you, looking out over the vineyard, admiring the beautiful scenery before her. The two of you stand next to each other in silence for a few moments before she breaks it.

"This is one of my favorite views in the entire castle." She says.

"It's beautiful." You say, trying to keep your voice from shaking.

Silence envelopes you both once more. Another tear escapes down your cheek and you try to wipe it away without her noticing. But she does, of course she does. Alcina has been focused on you out of the corner of her eye since she walked up.

Things between you and you Lady have been weird to say the least. There's been gossip that she's taken a liking to you but every time a maid brings it up you brush her off. Telling them that she's just being friendly - which in turn many of the maids look at you like you're nuts. "Friendly" is definitely not a word any of them would use to describe the Lady. But deep down you've grown to care for her. The way she smiles only at you and the way her eyes light up when you randomly - or not so randomly sometimes - see each other throughout the day doesn't go unnoticed by you. But your heart had already been taken by another, by your girlfriend in the village. The love of your life.

Without saying a word Alcina places her large hand on your shoulder and leans you into her. The small act of kindness and comfort was enough to break through the hold you had on your emotions and your tears begin to fall once more. Her grip around you tightens. When a small sob escapes from your lips, Alcina bends down to your height and pulls you into her.

You bury your hands in your face and lean into her shoulder as you cry harder. Alcina cradles the back of your head with one hand and rubs your back with the other.

If someone were to see the two of you right now she'd probably kill them on sight. Never has she comforted a maiden like this before. In all honesty she's never cared for a maiden like this before either. Although the fear of someone seeing Alcina be kind and gentle to a maid - something that could take away the power she holds over her staff since she usually rules with an iron fist - is present in the back of her mind, she's more concerned about you than that at the moment.

"Oh draga," Alcina whispers. "who did this to you my sweet girl?"

A strong breeze whips around you both and the chill goes straight to your bones. The jacket you were wearing was not thick enough for standing around in the cold.

"Come, lets go inside before you get sick." Alcina says as she strokes your hair.

You nod and Alcina releases her hold on you and stands up. The tips of her fingers just reach the back of your shoulders when she stands at her full height and she guides you inside. Alcina leads you to one of her personal sitting rooms. It's one of the few rooms in the house that is off-limits to everyone except the Lady, her daughters and a few hand-picked maids. You've never stepped foot in here before.

It's a beautiful room with a large floor-to-ceiling bookshelf lining one of the walls. It has a large, ornate fireplace, a table with a few chairs, one chair bigger than the rest to accommodate the Lady's size and a gigantic armchair, also suited for the Lady.

Alcina closes the door behind her and walks over to the armchair. It's facing the fireplace and like every fireplace in the castle in the fall and winter, has a warm fire burning inside of it.

She sits in her chair and you stand in front of her with your eyes trained on the ground. Usually looking up at her is never an issue, but since you're so upset you can't bring yourself to do so. Alcina leans forward and places one of her large knuckles under your chin and lifts your gaze to meet hers. When you look up you see her gorgeous yellow eyes, they almost take your breath away. You've never been this close to her before. Every detail of her face is on clear display; the crows feet in the corners of her eyes, her delicate laugh lines that decorate her beautiful smile. The way her mascara is clumped in a few of her long eyelashes, the faint strokes her makeup brush left behind in her foundation. You can also make out the fine details of her eyes; you never realized she has hints of slate grey and blue mixed into the bight yellow in her irises. She truly is beautiful, absolutely breathtaking.

"Tell me draga mea, what has made you so upset?" She asks.

Tears begin to fill your eyes once more and you can feel your heart breaking inside of your chest. You go to open your mouth to speak but all you hear is your voice crack.

"I-I-"

Your words fail you and you begin to cry once more.

Lady Dimitrescu scoops you into her arms and sits you in her lap.

"Did someone harm you in the village?"

You can feel her grip tighten around you as she asks the question. She relaxes a little when you shake your head "no."

"But something did happen when you went into the village today, yes?"

When you shake your head "yes" you start to cry harder. Lady Dimitrescu cradles the back of your head once more and rubs your back.

"Oh fetița mea dulce, what on earth happened? You are usually so happy when you return from these trips."

She pulls you away from her a bit and cups your face with the hand she was using to cradle your head. Her large thumb wipes away your tears and she looks into your eyes.

"What happened?"

"My heart is broken."

Her eyes widen just a bit before she regains her composure.

"You had a lover in the village?"

"Yes."

"Who is he?" She growls.

"She was my girlfriend." You say, avoiding eye contact with the Lady. No one you work with knows you had a girlfriend. Honestly, not many people you know even in the village knew.

A faint blush crosses Alcina's cheeks. She had no idea you were interested in women and is a little embarrassed she assumed you were talking about a man.

"My apologies, who is she?"

"Her name is Bianca. She- I loved her more than anything. We've been, well, we were together for six years."

More tears run down your cheeks as Lady Dimitrescu wipes them away. When you look up into her eyes you see compassion and a hint of anger, but you can tell that the anger isn't directed at you. It's directed at whoever hurt you - at Bianca.

"I am so sorry draga. Sometimes these things just don't work out-" She says, trying to comfort you. You close your eyes and knit your eyebrows together and Alcina realizes that something more went on. "what happened?"

"Usually I tell her when I'm going to visit, but today I wanted to surprise her. She's been having a tough time lately and I thought if I surprised her it would make her feel better. So I went to her house and let myself in, she gave me a key a few years ago. It was still early so I figured she was still asleep so I went into her bedroom and found her in bed with someone else." You start to cry again and Lady Dimitrescu pulls you into her.

She holds you tight and rests her cheek against your head. As you cry into her she rocks you and whispers "shh draga, it's okay. It's okay."

"I loved her so much." You cry. "And she was mad at me for getting upset. She told me it was selfish of me to stop her from seeing other people while I lived and worked here at the castle. That it was my fault."

You hear a low growl rumble deep inside Lady Dimitrescu's chest.

"That is absolutely ridiculous. The nerve of that girl. Blaming you for her infidelity. You did nothing wrong draga mea, nothing." She comforts you more as you sob into her. "You deserve so much more than that, so much better."

"I loved her so much. She told me she loved me, that she wanted to be with me for the rest of her life." You say through tears. "And now I'm all alone, I don't have anyone."

"You're not alone draga, as long as you are here you will never be alone."

Alcina begins to rock you and starts humming. She closes her eyes and rests her cheek on your head as you start to calm down.

You've only ever heard Lady Dimitrescu sing once before and it was only an echo from down the hall. Now you can hear her voice perfectly as she hums above you. You can feel the vibration against your face with your cheek laying against her chest. Her voice is beautiful and soothing. Even though your heart still feels like its in pieces in your chest, your tears begin to dry and you start to relax in her arms.

Never in a million years did you think you would ever be here - laying in your Mistresses arms as she consoled you. Of course you've seen her at her worst, lashing out at other maids, hurting them, disfiguring them, you even saw her kill someone once. But for the most part, every time she did something like that it was more or less justifiable. At least what constitutes as justifiable here in the castle - in terms of the outside world, well, that was a different story. But she was always kind to you and you always obeyed, did your work, stayed out of trouble and did your best to help the other maids when you could.

It was those traits that made Alcina notice you from the start. She is very attentive, even when her staff doesn't think so. With her supersonic hearing she can hear nearly everything that goes on within the castle. The maids would be amazed at what she hears and doesn't act on. Usually when a punishment for a certain maid seems out of the blue, to Alcina it isn't because she knew what that maid had been doing or saying for weeks before she found an excuse to properly punish them. But she never heard anything bad about anyone, including herself or her children, leave your lips. You were always the first to help another maid when needed and you always did your job - and did it damn well too. When she realized you weren't afraid of her like the other maids were, that was just the cherry on top.

As your tears stop falling and your cries soften you feel exhaustion begin to take over.

"Feeling better?" She asks.

"Yes my Lady, thank you very much."

"Alcina."

"What?"

"When we are in private you may call me by my given name, Alcina."

"That's a beautiful name."

"Thank you, I am quite fond of it myself."

"Thank you, Alcina. For everything." You say.

"Of course draga mea."

You feel yourself start to doze off and Alcina notices. She adjusts you in her arms and you think she's going to put you down and send you on your way. To your surprise she cradles you in her arm so you're more comfortable.

Her eyes meet yours and she flashes you a warm smile.

"Rest, draga."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

A rogue tear rolls down your cheek and she wipes it away. She continues to rock you and hum and your eyelids grow heavier and heavier.

You don't know when it happened but at some point you lost your battle to sleep and drifted off in her arms.

Alcina watches you as your blinks become longer and longer before you finally fall asleep. She smiles down at you as you sleep in her arms and continues to hum. Her humming stops when she hears a soft snore escape.

"My sweet girl. No one hurts you and gets away with it. That dreadful woman will learn her lesson. You will never be alone, draga mea. That I promise."

Alcina brushes a stray lock of hair out of your face and caresses your cheek with the back of her finger. She rests her head against the back of the armchair and closes her eyes. She drifts off to sleep with a smile on her face as thoughts of what she plans on doing to the one that broke your heart dance in her head.

[intrinsicepiphany]

Okay tumblr lets talk theories again.

(my brain rot + knowledge of religion has me all up in Hazbin Hotel right now.)

Today I want to talk Biology! Mostly because I made the poor choice of going to Twitter's chaggie tag and looking at the comments...

So can we discuss Why do so many people keep trying to apply HUMAN biology to the Half-Demon Nephillim daughter of an Arch-Angel?!

Okay I'll start at the begining and work my way to the reasons why if Charlie really wants a kid with Vaggie both of them being assigned female at creation probably isn't going to matter.

Let's start with Lucifer!

So as far as has been shown in the show Lucifer is an original Archangel even down to his lovely 6 red wings. This makes him one of the most powerful beings in heaven.

(If we go by bible text he was actually a favorite until his dreams of free will led him astray and depending on the text he merely has to admit he was wrong and ask for forgiveness to return)

Now looking at everything after this fall he has never lost his Angelic Abilities. His default powers are still angelic gold.

We do see he also has a Full Demon form when he is pissed. Interestingly enough his crown also doubles as a halo in this form. Also note for later just how much Charlie resembles him in both forms.

This suggest that at root biology Lucifer is still an archangel with demon traits. This combination is most likely what makes him the strongest being in hell by a long shot. The only reason others even have power is purely because he doesnt care enough to flex his power and has no desire to actually rule.

Now on to Lilith!

What do we know about Lilith?

Well we know she was a created human not born.

She was Adam's equal

And she left and got with Lucifer before the fall.

So here is the deal... I dont think Lilith can be classified as a sinner. She didnt die to end up in hell and in fact she fell before hell was really a thing. she helped create it after all. (Plus you know Charlie exsists)

So what IS Lilith? I think Lilith as one of a few Actual Demons. And if we have to classify her she'd be closer to a Sin. I actually think of Lilith as the Sin of Pride in Hazbin Hotel not Lucifer. We are even told that She created pentagram city and developed hell while lucifer kept to his workshop in depression.

Now let's talk about this scene for a second. Lilith fell from heaven/earth Alive and possibly even immortal since human kind was immortal before Eve took the apple.

Lilith gains power from her fall into hell. She develops demon like attributes and seems to have musical based magic. She also seems to retain or get immortality. So what does this fall mean? It means that Lilith was NOT HUMAN by the time Charlie was born.

So what does this mean for Charlie?

Well for one Charlie is NOT just some Hellborn. She is by Definition a Nephilim but she is not half-human. She would most likely be considered a Half-Demon, Half-Angel Nephilim.

This would explain her expansive (if never used) power base. The official power ranking has her tied with Lilith with only Lucifer being more powerful. Which makes complete sense. She is the Heir to the entire thing after all. (I actually think this is why Alastor couldnt make a deal for her soul and settled for a favor instead)

She also inheirited Angelic powers from her father. As seen by the fact that her default magic is gold. Which means she has angel blood in her veins. Lets be honest i wouldnt be surprised if she ended up bleeding gold in the future.

In fact she seems to have inherited most of her abilities from dear old dad.

Im pretty sure that just by shear ability and magic if Charlie wanted a kid she could probably create/magic one into exsistance no matter who her partner was.

But lets review Vaggie just for fun! Because I have thoughts

What do we actually know about Vaggie?

Well we know she is an angel. I say is because I dont think Lute or Adam actually have the power to cast an angel out of heaven AND she gets her wings back. This would mean she is not actually a sinner she would be closer to a fallen angel like lucifer.

We know she speaks Spanish and seems to be of Hispanic nature. BUT! Do we know if she was ever really human?!

We know Adam claims to have named her Vaggie. This could suggest three things

1) exorcist take on a new name when they join. But if this was true why wouldnt she leave this name behind and return to her human name once in hell? It would have kept her secret better and you'd figure she would want to leave behind the negative feelings that would come with her exorcist name.

2) Adam in his self-centered ways misheard her real name (maybe something like Aggie from Agatha or Maggie) and thought she said Vaggie or actively chose to misinterpret her name and she never cared to correct him. BUT Once more why would she not just return to her real name once with Charlie in hell?

Or 3) And this one is the real kicker. Vaggie is a Heaven-born Angel.

If the answer is 3 than it would imply that she was never human which brings her closer to lucifers biology.

Some other interesting things to consider about this last theory. Lute and Vaggie resemble each other a great deal. In fact, all the exorcist seem to have a similar body type. (I mean you could argue its the uniform but even without the uniform the resembalance between lute and vaggie is uncanny) and if I remember correctly at one point the exterminators are refered to as sister? I mean this could mean sisters-in-arms BUT What if ALL exorcist were heaven-born?

If they were never human this could explain both their ability and their desire to slay sinners. Much like Sera they wouldn't have any sympathy for the dammed because they wouldn't have any possible family that could end up down there. They would also have Very little connection to or concern for former humans. After all like Adam said they had their chance and they screwed up.

So in the end what does this all mean?

Well I actually already kind of said it

1) Fandom really needs to stop applying human biology to Charlie. She is a half demon half archangel Nephilim with incredible magic.

If charlie wants a kid she can probably magic one up no matter the obsticles please stop asking artist and writers how it is possible for her and vaggie to have a kid/get pregnant if they are both women - the answer is Charlie Magic.

2) all 4 of the above have the potential to be way stronger than they have been shown in the show.

And

3) Charlie is a potential BadAss and is just too nice to go full tactical nuke - this will be covered in my next ted talk.

[lucigoo]

Toss a Coin to Your Witcher (Because the world is loud and accomodations are expensive)

#297 - Like a weed @flashfictionfridayofficial Pairing - Geralt/Jaskier Warnings - n/a Words - 966 Summary - Geralt is suffering from overstimulation due to his potions. Jaskier is not helping, until he does with accomodations Geralt would never have know about, let alone used.

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Geralt quite liked the bard who had decided to tag along with him for the last 6 years or so. Not enough to admit it to said bard; he didn’t need a larger ego after all, but enough that he didn’t just fuck off and leave him trialling behind. Though he had tried a few times in the first few weeks, the bard somehow managed to always find him again. Something Geralt was glad of usually.

Geralt shook his head to get his thoughts back on track. The bard was nothing but a distraction, a pretty distraction, but a distraction nonetheless. 

His name was apt, too. Buttercup: a pretty weed.

And like a pretty weed, Jaskier grew on you. He just crept up where he wasn’t wanted and stayed there until someone finally plucked him. 

Geralt hoped that no one would take Jaskier’s fancy enough to pluck him for good and cause him to stop wanting to travel with himself. 

If forced at sword point, Geralt would even, begrudgingly, admit that he liked the bard’s singing, though not this evening. 

His last hunt had been a hard one, and he was close to toxicity from his potions. His eyes were still black hours later, and his head was pounding, and Jaskier, like the weed he was, was right where he wasn’t wanted. This time that was close enough for Geralt to hear every heartbeat like it was pounding in his own chest, every breath as though it was stuck in his head and if Jaskier didn’t stop playing that bloody lute, Geralt was going to bash it against a fucking tree. 

Instead of speaking or asking Jaksier to stop, Geralt grabbed the nearest thing, a large stone, and gently threw it at the bard, hitting him in the leg. 

“Oy, what was that for?” Jaksier screeched as he jumped up and glared at Geralt. 

Geralt groaned in pain at Jaksier’s loud voice. Why did he always have to be so loud?

It took a moment for Jaskier to calm down enough to realise that Geralt hadn’t spoken since Jaksier had asked him about his injuries. He had been silent since then, and Jaskier could see the muscles in his jaw clenching. He also noted the way his fingers curled and uncurled. 

“Are you in pain?” Jaskier demanded. “You said you weren’t injured. 

Geralt opened his eyes. He hadn’t even realised he had closed until he glared at Jaksier as he slowly shook his head no. 

“You look like you’re in pain?” Jaksier tried again. 

Geralt let out an unhappy humph and ignored Jaskier.

Jaskier may have been a bit oblivious about certain things, but he was far from stupid, and he realised what the problem was immediately. 

“Geralt, is the world a little too loud at the moment?” he asked, lowering his voice to almost a whisper, knowing the witcher would hear him regardless. 

Geralt looked at Jaskier suspiciously. He hadn’t said anything, and there was no way the bard could know. 

Except Jaskier came over to Geralt after rummaging in his bag and sat before him on the ground. “Geralt, I picked these up last time we were in Oxenfurt. I haven’t found an opportunity to give you them, but now …” Jaksier trailed off as he opened his hand, and there was a little case in it.

“What is it?” Geralt asked the bard suspiciously. 

“Don’t look at me like that! Here,” Jaksier said as he opened the case. 

Inside were two small buds. Geralt sniffed and looked at Jaskier, confused. “These are made of beeswax and cotton?” 

“They are indeed. They are called earplugs. You can still hear through them, especially with your hearing. But they … dull the sounds ... for lack of a better way to describe them.

“Dull?” Geralt asked, intrigued now but still hesitant. Jaksier wasn't sure if he was hesitant to admit he needed accommodations when his mutations proved him different or if he was just weary. Either way, the thought of him being in pain hurt Jaksier’s very soul. 

“Yes, DearHeart,” Jaskier said as he rose and handed Geralt the earplugs. “You just put them in, and the world becomes more comfortable. I have used them myself. Not these ones. These are new and bought for you and only you,” Jaksier was quick to add with a soft laugh as he saw a look of distaste cross Geralt’s face. 

Geralt searched Jaskier’s face but saw nor smelt no lie and so he tried them.

Instantly the world had a sort of muffled quality to it. He could still hear Roach, could hear Jaksier now pottering around their camp, could even hear the animals in the wood, but the sharp edge of Jaksier’s voice was gone. The pain from the noise of the world around him that had been stabbing him right in the brain had finally disappeared. 

“Thank you,” Geralt mumbled as Jaksier came closer. 

“You’re very welcome, love,” Jaksier said as he walked past and kissed Geralt on the head as he did so. 

Geralt watched as Jaskier walked away, utterly unaware of how that new endearment, his clear care for Geralt, and how that one brief kiss had affected the witcher.

He watched Jaskier settle down for the night, feeling nothing but contentment fill him. As well as an emotion he couldn’t quite pin down, but one that filled his heart with hope for something he couldn’t articulate. He would figure it out tomorrow, he decided, after he meditated with the gift Jaskier had been holding onto for him, all to make his life easier. 

Geralt wasn’t sure what he had done to deserve Jaskier, but he hoped this feeling inside of himself never faded and that Jaksier stayed by his side for as long as he could. 

[supercriminalbean]

Fight Club. Part 2

Aaron Hotchner x Male!Reader

Summary: The reader gets closer to exposing the unsubs that ruined his life, but does his team find out?

Warning: Dark fic. Torture, cutting, blood, fighting, death, abuse, kidnapping, swearing, drugs, unsub violence, bad eatting habits, bad self care, scars, angst. This whole fic is just dark and strange the ask it self is amazing and may help you know if this is something you can handle. (Any other warnings let me know xx)

Words: 6.7k

A/N: Check out part one here!!I suggest reading part one to understand this. Next part post next week also tagging thoes I think interested thanking you for the love 💜🖤💜🖤

Part one. Part three. Part four.

Tagging thoes that seem interesed or asked: @xweirdo101x @alecmores @yn-addams @winter-world @xdark-acadamiax @rexspersonalhell

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PART TWO

You're sharing a room with Hotch, the hotel doesn’t have enough room so somehow you're sharing with the boss. While he’s having a shower, you quickly go through your files, finding the one on Ryan. Reading through it as you hide the other files once more, wishing you could also hide the guilty feelings with all the information you aren’t sharing with your team. 

“I thought you left all the files behind” Aaron sighs as he looks at you sitting up on the bed, leaning against the wall. You look up sheepishly at him, so far in your own mind you never heard the bathroom door open. 

“I did, this is Ryans” You admit, doing your best to keep your eyes off the water sliding down his neck as he dries his hair, a small knowing smirk sliding onto his lips. 

“Right of course you have that” Aaron chuckles softly before sitting down on his own bed.

“And you're not surprised?” Raising an eyebrow up at him, a smirk of your own playing on your lips. 

“It's you, I’ve learnt to not be surprised with this case” He sends you a cheeky smile before holding his hand out. “Let me read through it while you go shower”

“Is that an order bossman?” Sending him a teasing smile as you stand up, passing over the file.

“It's normally the only way you listen to me” He laughs softly, one you haven’t heard in a long time. Smiling lightly as you pass him the file before grabbing your towel and heading into the bathroom.

~~~

You manage to fall asleep for a few hours, before waking up from another nightmare. Shooting forward in bed, breathing quickly and shallow as you look around the room, reminding yourself where you are. Your eyes land on Aaron and notice just how peaceful he looks as he sleeps. Taking some deep breaths to calm yourself down you listen to his soft snores, smiling lightly at the comforting sounds. After you have calmed down you check the time, it's now four am. You have three hours before the team has to be at the precinct and two hours before Aaron wakes up. Quietly you get up, grabbing your bag as you head into the bathroom to change and pack a small bag you will need for the day before sneaking out of the room. 

Seven o’clock rolls around quickly and Hotch is waiting for the team to arrive. He was expecting you to be here when he first woke up and noticed your bed empty but you weren’t. He has an uneasy feeling in his gut but he’s hoping he’s wrong, maybe you went for a run and will be walking in with the team any minute. 

“Morning Hotch” JJ is the first to walk into the room, holding two cups of coffee, handing him one just as the rest of the team minus you walks in.

“Thanks JJ” He forces a small smile before looking through his team searching for you. “(Y/n) Isn’t with you” He sighs as he sets his cup down, the team's faces fall.

“No we thought he was with you already” Morgan responds, watching Hotch with concern, glancing at Reid as he walks past them and towards the map on the board.

“I woke up and he was gone already, I was hoping he was here but no one has seen him” Hotch informs them, keeping the disappointment and anger from his voice. He should have seen this coming.

“There's a boxing gym around the corner” Reid speaks up and just like that the tension in the room disappears. 

“Of course there is,” Rossi smirks, shaking his head, grabbing the car keys from the table.

“Morgan go get him” Hotch orders, making Morgan tenses up.

“Do you think that's a good idea?” Morgan questions, not entirely looking forward to getting a black eye. 

“Go, and make up with him” Hotch huffs before turning away from him, not catching Emily's comment about having ice on stand-by.

~~~

You lost track of time as you let your anger out on the boxing bag, your music blurring through your headphones. You had done a work out before moving onto the bag and now you don’t want to stop, finding comfort in letting yourself go. While punching away on the bag it suddenly stops moving, arms wrapping around it pulling it away from you. Glancing up at the person behind you, you slide your headphones off, taking some deep breath to try and catch your breathing. 

“Morgan, hey”

“How long have you been here?” Morgan stares at you with an unreadable expression in his eyes.

“Um I went for a run before getting here so around five ish” Shrugging your shoulders as you take the gloves off, your fingers all red and aching. 

“Jesus kid, It's seven am, you have been in here since five” Morgan sighs softly looking up at you with sympathy. “You can’t keep doing this to yourself”

“I’m not doing anything” You deny as you start wiping down the equipment and start putting it away.

“Bullshit, you might think your a mystery but your not” 

“Oh then what am I, Morgan?” You stare up at him as you come to a stop. 

“You're in pain, you clearly haven’t dealt with the trauma you have so you hide it, hoping it will go away, news flash kid it won’t” Morgan speaks firmly, but looking at you with kindness something that somehow makes you uncomfortable. You quickly look away from him as his words sink in, having to fix your mask that had slipped away, replacing it with a joking smile.

“Are you trying to get me to punch you again Derek?” Derek, you barely call him that, that's how he knows his words touched you.

“No, that hurt” He laughs deeply, smiling widely at you.

“Oh that was just a warning shot, if I really wanted to hurt you, you would have been on the ground” You laugh along with him, as you head towards the changing room as he goes to wait for you.

“Wait kid” He calls for you, waiting until you turn to him to continue. “You can keep pushing us away, but we aren’t going anyway”

Your smile falters at his words, you don’t believe him. Everyone always leaves you once it becomes too much. 

‘Thanks Morgan” You fake a smile as you walk to the changing room leaving behind a worried Derek.

~~~

Once you are freshly showered and dressed you head out, climbing into the SUV where Morgan is waiting for you. You hold your jacket in your lap, normally you would be wearing it already, but Morgan has already seen your arms before so you find trying to hide them this morning useless. 

“So how mad is Hotch that I’m late?” Flicking a small smile at Morgan as he starts driving. 

“I think he’s just relieved that you didn’t take off to investigate something by yourself,” Morgan chuckles, glancing at you, his eyes flickering down to your arms. Normally you're always wearing a jacket or blazer or just about to cover up your arms, even in summertime. He has seen your bare arms maybe four times over the past three years, and he doesn’t blame you for covering up he just wishes you didn’t feel like you had to when it comes to the team. Your arms are covered in scars, deep ones that look like they never truly healed properly, some scars are in shapes of letters and patterns. Derek may never know what you went through or who did it to you, but one day he hopes you talk to someone about it because whatever you went through you clearly haven’t healed from it. His eyes flicker down to your right upper arm where a tattoo sits. 

“You got inked?” Derek smiles vulgarly as he looks back to the road.

“Oh yeah I got it a few months ago” Shrugging as you remember just how difficult the appointment was, the tattoo artist was kind and lovely giving you plenty of breaks when her touching got to be too much. 

“What does it say?” Derek smiles a bit more as he pulls up outside the precinct, looking back at your tombstone tattoo.

“My last words: Well that didn’t work” Chuckling softly as you smirk at Derek, an amused look over his face.

“You think that's what your last words will be?”

“Oh definitely” 

~~~

The day goes by with Rossi, JJ and Emily taking the jet to Ohio, where Ryan last was and according to Garcia about four other victims that she has identified in the videos. Morgan, Hotch and Garica work together to go through the videos and look for anything in the background to help narrow down where the unsubs could be. Meanwhile you and Reid work on the geographic profile, which is going seemingly well. 

“This abandoned shed is in their comfort zone Reid” You argue once more.

“They don’t have a comfort zone yet (Y/l)” Reid groans, arguing with you again. “They keep travelling the country, they have a comfort zone in each state”

“Fine you can think this, but right here” You stab your finger aggressively against the map. “This is in one of their comfort zones we need to check it out”

“It's too small to house anything!” Reid raises his voice, which you respond with a deadly glare.

“No shit dumbass, but I don’t think they are above ground” Scoffing at him as you see the wheels in his mind spinning. 

“That might make sense”

“Of course it makes sense” You take a sharp deep breath. “Look at the videos we have, there is only artificial lighting, everything looks dark and they are clearly in a swimming pool” Your voice gets louder and a dangerous edge comes to it. Reid’s eyebrows narrow as he stares at you.

“Swimming pools can be underground, so much space and no one would hear a thing no would ever know someone or anyone is down there” You keep arguing, a dark look emerging in your eyes once more. 

“So you think that could be the entrance way?” 

“Yes!” You almost scream at him. You know it's underground, you remember sprinting up those stairs and entering a tiny little shed before leaving it forever.

“We should tell Hotch��� Reid nods at you before walking out. 

~~~

You shouldn’t be doing this, you really shouldn’t be. But you don’t care because as soon as Reid is out of the room you grab the car keys and walk towards the SUV, climbing inside. Your mind is spinning as you place your hands on the steering wheel, the car remains shut off. You stare at the road ahead of you, your mind begging you to go and find the place by yourself, but you can’t betray your team like that. A sharp knock on the window makes you jump before glaring at the man on the other side. Soon the door opens and Hotch is standing on the other side looking furious. 

“I didn’t technically leave so I shouldn’t be in trouble” You reason staring back at him. 

“Were you going to?” It was an honest question, because Aaron couldn’t tell what was going through your mind.

“Unsure” Sighing, leaning your head back, resting it on the headrest.

“Come back inside, please” Aaron eyes scan over you, noticing the furstate burning inside of you. 

“I can’t, I need a break” Groaning as you look at him, your eyes pleading for some time. Without another word Hotch climbs into the car with you.

“Then drive” He gives you a vague smile, one that you return before turning the car on and driving off.

You drive in silence for a little while, enjoying the quietness. You drive for a while, heading out of town.

“So Reid showed us what you found and told us what you think but why don’t you tell me why you think they are underground?” His voice is kind as he speaks, wanting to hear your ideas.

“Well there is so much more space, and you can go undetected, no one would hear them, you could scream so loud and no one would hear you. Plus there are so many abandoned underground swimming pools and halls, somebody thought they would take off but it became an issue once some started collapsing so they closed them down” Your eyes stay focused on the road and not on the memories playing in your mind. How you first discover you were trapped underground, you and Ryan were playing around and somehow got into a locked door and found a dodgy staircase that led somewhere. It was perfect for the escape plan.

“So do you have a list?” Hotch notices the far away look you have on, the way your hands tighten on the wheel as you drive. 

“Of course I do” Smirking at him, as you open your mouth to inform him of some information you stumbled onto last month. 

“Fuck Aaron” You scream loudly slamming the breaks on but your to late. 

~~~

Morgan is the first out of the car, showing the officer in charge his badge before sprinting over to Hotch who is sitting on the back of the ambulance. Reid lets him go ahead, deciding to investigate the car crash instead. 

“Hotch what the hell happened?” Morgan asks, his eyes widening at the stitches across his boss's forehead. 

“We were ambushed, I was knocked unconscious, and when I came to (Y/n) was gone” Hotch groans, half in pain and half annoyed at himself.

“So they know we are onto them” Morgan huffs, holding his hand out to stop Hotch who is getting to his feet. “Hotch, sit back down” 

“I can’t we need to go and find him” Hotch ignores the dizziness he feels as he stumbles to his feet. He only cares about finding you. Morgan places a firm hand on Aaron's shoulder and pushes him back down. 

“No, you need to go to hospital and get properly checked out, me and Reid are on this and the others are already on their way back” Morgan informs him, watching Aaron closely. He can tell Aaron is thinking deeply trying to put things together.

“Can you tell me about the car?” Morgan asks, hoping a small task can help focus his mind again.

“It was silver, I saw it for a quick second but then It hit straight into us” Hotch groans rubbing his hand, just wishing the throbbing would stop. 

“Okay that's something, you go to the hospital and I will ring if we find something” Morgan states his eyes narrowing when Hotch goes to argue. “We have a narrow time frame Hotch, us worrying about you isn’t going to help us find him, don’t argue with me” Morgan snaps, taking some breaths doing his best to keep in control.

“Fine,” Hotch sighs, finally giving in. “But the second you know something”

“I will call, now go” Morgan demands, stepping back from the ambulance as Hotch climbs in and the doors shut.

~~~

Hours seem to drag by, Morgan and Reid are at the precinct on the phone with Garcia all three of them bouncing ideas between them, waiting for the rest of the team to get back.

“But I don’t get why they would leave Hotch behind?” Garcia ask, sighing deeply as she leans against her desk, trying not to fall into the pit of fear of anxiety surrounding her.

“He wasn’t their main target, (Y/n) has been investigating them for months” Reid replies, looking over his map.

“Or longer” Derek supplies, staring daggers at the wall. His anger coming to light, he’s scared of what is happening to you but he knows he can’t allow himself to worry so he turns it into anger once more. 

“You think he lied about when he started looking into this?” Garcia's eyes widened as she asks. 

“He knew Ryan may have been there, whos to say he hasn’t been looking into this for a long time” Derek sighs, his head popping up as the door opens, JJ and Emily walking in.

“Please tell me we have a lead?” JJ requires as she sits down next to Reid, passing the boys some coffee.

“Nothing yet” Reid smiles gratefully at her as he takes his cup.

“Where's mum and dad?” Morgan asks, looking at Emily.

“Rossi took Hotch back to the hotel to change, they should be back soon” Emily sips her own coffee before grabbing the crime scene photos of the car crash and starts looking through them.

“Where were they going?” Emily looks up at them, her heart racing. She can only guess what is happening to (Y/n) right now, and that is something she doesn’t wish to picture. 

“No idea, (Y/L) said he needed a break so Hotch went with him” Derek supplies.

“I thought he could have been heading to this abandoned shed he thought could have been important but he was going in the wrong direction” Reid answer, pointing at the map as he does so.

“So what is in the direction they were heading in?” JJ asks, looking over the map.

“As far as I can tell, nothing” Reid groans, sipping on his coffee. 

“Baby girl have you found anything on where they could be hiding yet?” Derek turns his attention to the lady on the phone.

“Not yet, but I'm searching” She answers while analysing the photos and videos on her screens.

“Alright while keep us updated Garcia” Emily holds back a groan as speaks, dread filling inside her as the door swings wide open and Hotch storms inside. 

~~~

“We might have something” Rossi announces as he follows Hotch inside. Both of them carrying a big stack of files each, some looking old and tatted. Setting them down in front of the team, Aaron keeps one firmly in his grasp.

“We found these in (Y/n) to-go bag, they go back years even before they joined the BAU” Hotch informs them, his jaw clenching shut. 

“Holy shit” Emily eyes widen as she opens one of them, the file has three different people inside them, piled with information of their last whereabouts, age, and home life.

“There's about 20 of them here” JJ gulps, flicking through it. “Why didn’t they tell us sooner”

“This is…alot” Morgan glanced up at the rage filled eyes of his boss.

“Garcia, go into (Y/L) personal file” Hotch stares at the phone, his voice growing cold as he goes to confirm his suspicions.

“Um yes sir” Garcia's voice grows softer as she types away, gaining access. “What am I looking for?”

“He has a sealed file, unseal it” Hotch orders, crossing his arms.

“But it's a sealed file” Her voice is barely audible as she stares at it, feeling frozen.

“Garcia!” Hotch snaps at her, his jaw clenching even tighter.

“Okay” Tears spring to her eyes as she hacks away, feeling guilty as she invades your privacy. The room doubles in tension as it grows silent, the only sound is Penelope tapping away. 

“Im in.. holy shit” Garcia breaks the silence, her hands falling away from the keyboard as her screen fills with more icky knowledge. 

“Penelope, what is it?” JJ asks, leaning forward, her heart skipping beats.

“I'm sending you the file now.. But it's not good” Tears slides down her cheeks as she sends them the files, scrolling past the gruesome photos of you.

Morgan grabs the laptop, screening the file on the tv for everyone to see. The team's hearts all drop as the photos of you fill the screen.

“Thats..thats (Y/n)?” Emily stares in terror at the photo of you in a hospital gown, posing for photos. You look to be about twenty in that photo, you seem to be all bones and muscles, except you are covered in cuts and bruises. There's almost not one part of your skin that's not covered in an old scar or a new one. The look of horror and numbness is pressed into your eyes, you're covered in dirt and grime, dried blood all over you. 

‘A young unname man was found on the edge of riverstone, he seems to be sensitive to light and touch. He has trouble understanding a lot of words and doesn’t seem to know how to read or write. He doesn’t understand where he is or what alot of basic things are. He is skittish and afraid, keeps yelling for someone called Victor and Ryan. The FBI has been contacted and an Agent Jason Gideon from the behavioural analysis unit is on his way. This young man has yet to tell us his name or his age.’

The File is full of more information, but nothing regarding what happened to (Y/n) or how they were found. 

“Gideon was on the case” Morgan states, swallowing thickly as what happened to you finally starts setting in.

“I'll be back” Dave declares before pulling out his phone as he leaves the room.

“Why didn’t he tell us?” Garcia's broken voice breaks through the phone, bringing everyone back to the room.

“He didn’t want us to know” Reid speaks slowly, quietly as he processes it.

“We could have helped… we are family” JJ has to take a deep breath, tears threatening to fall.

“He's never had a family before” Emily rubs her hand softly over JJ's shoulder, doing her best to keep herself together as well.

“We need to go through all his files and notes, we need to know everything he knows” Hotch finally speaks up, he knows he should comfort his team but he can’t find it in himself to do that. He knew you had it rough, but he just wishes you could have told him, you came to him for help and that's all he has ever wanted to do. No matter how bad it is.

“Do you..” Garcia has to stop herself, taking a deep breath before trying again. “He knew they video them while fighting, do you think his videos are still up?” Her question brings the team to silence again, no one wants to find them yet let alone watch and analyse them. 

~~~

“Guys” Rossi calls their attention as he walks back in, phone in hand. He settles down between Morganand Emily putting the phone on speaker before setting it down.

“Jason, are you still there?” Dave asks, bringing the team's attention quickly to the phone.

“Still here, It's been a while I wish this was under better circumstances” Gideons voice floats through the phone, bringing the team to have mixed emotions at this moment.

“So do we, but you were on (Y/n) case?” Hotch speaks up, finally taking a seat. 

“I was, I'm surprised but happy to hear he did indeed make it to become an agent. When I first met him, he was different, he was terrified of everything. He used violence as a normal way of life, someone touched him, even if it was briefly he was ready to attack. He didn’t understand what a hospital was, and he differently preferred women over men” Gideon informs them quickly, remembering how only female nurses were allowed to touch him, making him assume it was a male unsub. 

“He still hates touch” JJ sighs, just imagining how scared you must have been.

“Do you know how long he was there?” Derek taps away at the table as he asks, he doesn’t want to know but he must ask.

“He never said, but I came to the conclusion he was really young, maybe around 6, he never knew his proper age we came up with around age 20” Gideon rubs his forehead as he speaks, this is a case he could never really get over. “I worked with him for years, even after his case closed, he didn’t have anyone so we bonded. We even decided when his birth date would be, because he couldn’t even remember it.”

“He was there for about 14 years?” Dave's heart drops, god it could be longer and no one on this team knew. 

“Yes around about” Gideon conforms.

“Did he ever tell you what happened to him?” Hotch asks, checking his watch. It's been 7 hours since they took you back.

“Nothing with details, he told me they used to train so he could become strong enough to fight. He told me no one ever lasts long, he is the one that lasted the longest, him and his friend Ryan.”

“Ryan, how did they meet?” Emily's eyes shoot open. Gideon goes quiet for a little bit, before finally answering.

“Something you should know first, the unsubs running the place would give them other names and change them a lot. (Y/n) told me his old name was Juptier, and Ryan's name was Victor. (Y/n) was told to go and recruit some boys one day, someone dropped him off at a boxing gym for boys his age, he thinks he was about ten at the time. He went for a few months and got close to a boy named Ryan they became friends” Gideon stops for a breather before continuing. “A few years later Ryan went missing and It must have been the same unsubs, but here's the thing it wasn’t the first time (Y/n) was ordered to do this, but he told me this was the only time he felt guilty about it when he meet Ryan” 

The room falls silent as the team takes this information on board, the unsubs are using the boys to recruit more boys, thats fucked.

“How did he escape?” Reid asks, his throat tightening up at what (Y/n) has been through.

“Him and Ryan somehow managed to keep each other sane enough at points and planned an escape plan. They tried to get out together but Ryan got caught and (Y/n) was too scared to go back for him. (Y/n) refused to tell me much more from that.”

“We think they could be being held underground, did (Y/l) mention anything like that to you?” Hotch asks, his cheating tightening up at the thought of you being hurt.

“Nothing like that, sorry Hotch” Gideon sighs, he's glad the young boy he once knew made something of his life and joined his old team.

“Okay well thanks Jason” Dave sighs, looking around at the scared, empty, afraid looks on his team's face.

“If there's anything else I can do, let me know” Soon the line goes dead and no one speaks, soaking in the information.

~~~

“Alright, I need half of us to go back to the hotel and get some rest” Hotch declares, regaining everyone's attention. “Dave, Reid and Prentiss I want you three to go get some sleep and in the morning, Reid I want you to get a map of this town from ten to twenty years ago, see what has changed. Dave, Emily you two will go to the crash site as soon as the sun comes up” Hotch orders, small agreements and nods come from the agents as they get up and make their way out. 

“Garcia” Hotch calls out, softening his voice as he turns to the phone.

“Yes boss?” She replies, stretching her fingers ready to keep searching. 

“Go home, get some rest”

“What no, I’ll be too far away from my computers if you need me” She argues back immediately.

“You need rest, this is not a debate” Hotch holds back a huff, he knows how she goes when someone she loves is in trouble.

“But Hotch,” Garcia grumbles, going to argue.

“There's a blanket and pillow under my desk, get some sleep in my office baby girl” Morgan pipes up, knowing that's the best arrangement that can be made with his stubborn girl.

“Fine, but the second—”

“The second we need you we will ring now go to sleep” JJ cuts her off, smiling softly at the phone.

“Fine goodnight, I love you all” Penelope's stubborn voice fills the phone before she hangs up. 

“What’s the plan boss?” Morgan sips his coffee turning to Aaron.

“JJ, can you go through these files, make a list of all these names, put them in order of when they were taken and see if any of them knew each other, run them through the missing person reports” Hotch orders, turning to her. 

“Got it” She nods as she pulls out her laptop grabbing a file to start on.

“Morgan” Hotch takes a deep breath, hating what they have to do next.

“We are going to find his videos” Morgan's eyes shut briefly, mentally preparing himself.

“Yeah” Hotch agrees, grabbing the laptop, clicking onto the previous link.

~~~

Groaning softly in pain as you pull yourself into a sitting position, trying to move your hands behind your back. Your eyes flutter open when you realise they are immobile, hiss quietly as a bright light shines down at you altering you to your surroundings. You seem to be tied to a chair, a bright light and a camera facing you. You do your best to look around, but you don’t have to, you know where you are. You’re back where it all began, back in the swimming pool of death. The smell of dried old dirty blood mixed with fresh bleach fills your nose making your skin crawl, you promised yourself you would never turn back into that thing you used to be. You keep searching around the room looking for a way out, you know deep down it's useless, there's no escape. A rough ‘Ahem’ echoes through the room, redirectioning your eyes, glancing over to the only other light source in the room, right by the door. She even so slowly makes her way out of the darkness making her presence known. Beside her stood the man of your nightmares, the one you refuse to think of even with this investigation. 

“You fuckers” You hiss violently at them, they make it to the edge of the pool before stopping, looking down at you with sickening grins. 

“Oh Jupiter, you thought you could leave us?” Her sickening sweet voice fills your ears once more. Your stomach flips making you want to hurl as he chuckles beside her.

“I’m not letting you get away with this” Glaring up at them as you do your best to calm the rage stirring awake inside you. 

 “Oh darling boy, you think we would ever let you get us?” His laugh booms around the room. “You never had us, we gave you enough over the years to come back to us, so you could find your way home” His fake caring smile yanks at your heart, it's all you wanted to see as a kid. All you wanted was his approval, wanted him to be proud of your achievements and be proud to have you around. You now know it's wrong, but what's even worse is, you still crave his approval.

“This isn’t the end” You argue, fighting in your restraints. 

“Oh but it is, Jupiter” She can’t help but giggle at you, your body on fire when she calls you that again. “We won, you are never getting out of here alive”

“My team—” Glaring up at her, before he regains your attention.

“Your team already left, they don’t want anything to do with you” He looks at you pointedly, a knowing smirk in his eyes.

“Bullshit!” You scream at him. No, he has to be lying to you, they wouldn’t leave you. Would they?

“Oh honey, they did and we have proof” She smirks joyfully at you, before he jumps down into the pool with you. 

“Careful old man, might break a knee” You scoff up at him, which results in a strong slap across the face. A chuckle slips out from you, glaring up at him.  “Oh now the fun begins” 

“You sadistic bastard”

“Oh you have no idea” 

~~~

The morning comes by slowly, when Dave walks into the precinct he notices JJ curl up in a chair fast asleep and Morgan and Hotch both asleep on the couch. Sigh softly as he looks around, the team was working themself to the bone once more just trying to find any lead. Everyone knew deep down that this case wasn’t going to have a happy ending, all they can hope for is that they get you out alive. Before even if you live, you might not stay around on the team, you have already broken so many FBI rules and laws it may be impossible for you to continue working with them. But Dave also can’t help notice the effort this case is taking more of a toll on Aaron than anyone else, and he can’t help but wonder why. This isn’t the first time he has assumed there is something between them, and the last time he asked Aaron his head was nearly taken off with his defensiveness. Dave let it be, because the following week and those two didn’t speak a word to each other and a coldness loomed between them. Dave knows with you missing he would have to keep a close eye on Aaron and make sure he doesn’t go overboard. Moving slowly and quietly around the room, Rossi starts to clean up, moving all their empty glasses to the sink and putting all the files back into piles getting prepared to wake them up. But before he can, the door swings open and the three sleeping agents all shoot awake.

“Well good morning” Emily smirks at them all before making her way to JJ, handing her a coffee.

“Oh caffeine, I love you” JJ groans, taking a long sip closing her eyes. 

“Good sleep?” Reid smirks playfully at Morgan before handing him and Hotch some coffee.

“Great” Morgan grumbles before taking a sip. Hotch takes his with a small thanks before moving and sitting at the table, where Rossi joins him, getting ready to ask him something.

“What Dave?” Aaron huffs rubbing his forehead.

“You know you need—” Before Dave could continue, Hotch's phone rings.

“Its Garcia” Hotch announces before putting it on speaker. “Yeah Garcia, your on speaker”

“Sir” Her voice is full of dread, grabbing everyone's attention. 

“Garcia what is it?” His voice is sharp as he prepares for the worse.

“They just went live, I sent you the link just prepare yourself” Her voice trails off becoming wobbly. 

It's JJ that grabs the laptop, clicking on the link and casting it on the tv quickly. Everyone's face drops as they see the blood dripping from your face and the next words haunt them forever.

“So what they left me, I’m someone people leave. If my team doesn’t want to help me then they can go rot in hell” The words drip from you like venom, your heart breaking as the realisation of just how alone you truly are sinks in.

~~~

“Let's turn this into a show huh?” He kneels down behind you, his breath lingering on your neck.

“Go screw yourself” You sneer at him trying to lean out of his reach, you're too late. He wraps his hand around your neck, forcing you to stay still, aiming your face towards the camera. Next second you know the light turns red and you know its recording, your blood runs cold. You promised yourself this would never happen again, another promise you get to break.

“Say hi to the viewers darling boy” His breath lingers on your ear, before licking a stripe up your neck making you squirm and fight against him.

“Don’t!” You snap at him, fighting against the hand wrapped around your neck, making yourself choke.

“Don’t, oh don’t hurt me, oh please I’ll be good” He pouts mocking you, a cruel chuckle rumbles in his chest. He missed the way you would define him, he has been looking forward to breaking you again. “Oh I have so many plans for you” 

“Oh honey, here” She calls out to her partner, grabbing both of your attentions. She climbs into the pool, placing a small table and laptop down, the laptop has a chatroom up all ready. 

“Thank you love, leave it there and go check on the other boys and make sure Robin is ready” He licks his lips as he reads the chat messages, ideas on what he should do to you.

“You don’t want Victor?” Her charming smile makes your heart drop, Ryan you can’t fight Ryan, hell you can’t fight anyone!

“Not yet, not until we have broken him” He finally lets go of your neck, making his way to the other side of the pool grabbing something from the edge as she leaves.

“He’s still here?” Your voice breaks as you look at him, your body shaking already.

“Yes your little boyfriend is still here” His evil smirk makes you fall silent. “Don’t worry he got punished properly for helping you escape” 

“Don’t fuck touch him!” You try to stay quiet you know you should, he's trying to get under your skin and he’s winning.

“Too late little boy” He sighs before walking back over to you, kneeling down behind you, his hand in your hair yanking it backwards, sliding a knife underneath your chin. 

~~~

“Now how about we be polite and say hello to our viewers, and let's see if any of our older viewers remember you” His gruff voice brings you terror but you have had your whole life at being able to practise hiding it.

“Sup fuckers” Smirking at the camera, licking your lip teasingly. He lets go of your hair for a moment, before slapping you hard across the face, your head moves quickly slicing your neck lightly on the knife. A small amount of blood is brought to the surface, you bite your tongue to stay quite glaring at the camera with a powerful smirk. He moves the knife up to just below our eye, pressing just enough to dent the skin.

“Be polite, I taught you manners you ungrateful cunt” He growls loudly in your ear, before pulling his lips away from your body. “Tell them your name”

You don’t respond straight away, thinking over your answer. “(Y/n)” You stare daggers at the camera, bracing yourself for the pain. It comes quick, he slices the knife down your cheek, and it takes everything in you to only let out a deep breath. 

“Do not lie” His voice is full of anger, his pulse racing as he cuts into your skin again. “Tell them your name”

“(Y/n)” You push the name out through gritted teeth, shutting your eyes tightly to shut out the pain.

“Try again” He screams at you, slapping you painfully hard over the cts making you whimper.

“No” You argue, but he’s had enough. Moving the knife up to your ear, cutting it into your skin moving it slowly downwards towards your eye.

“Again!”

“(Y/n)! My name is (Y/N) (Y/L)” You scream at him, a scream full of pain, your eyes shooing open landing on the camera, begging for help. 

“Fucking barstard” He grumbles, dropping the knife. “You know I was trying to stop this, you might not understand but I love you, you are my kid, I wouldn’t hurt you like this but enough is enough” He snaps at you, pulling out some papers from his pocket. “You don’t believe me that your team would leave you but here's the proof this was taken last night, just hours after we took you back” His voice softens at the end as he shows you the photographs. Rossi, Morgan and Hotch board the jet, your heart breaks as you see it, Hotch has stitches on his head due to the crash you guess. You can feel your world around your crumble, you thought they cared about you, what a bunch of lies. How many times had Aaron held you in his arms telling you the team was grateful you were there, or the amount of times Penelope and Reid would drag you to movie nights. What about Morgan and Rossi just the other day when they both told you they would always be there for you. What fucking liars they are. You take a few deep breaths before glaring up at him, fixing your mask. 

“So what they left me, I’m someone people leave. If my team doesn’t want to help me then they can go rot in hell” The words drip from you like venom, your heart breaking as the realisation of just how alone you truly are sinks in.

[chutefullofholes]

#2 - being in awe by how small everything is on a child ('just look at these fingers? How can they be real?!')

clegan with josie ?? 🥹🥹

went in a bit of a diff direction for this but hope you like it! also researching for this is how i discovered wyoming only has 3 targets and none of them are in sheridan lololol. this is the store i plonked them in for this (:

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“This stuff feels real small, isn’t she four?” John remarked, pinching the edge of a shirt Gale had picked up off the rack to get a better look at it. Gale draped it over his arm to thumb at the tag in the neck.

“It's the size Natalie sent- she said she's tiny for her age."

John didn't miss the hint of a frown on his face as he spoke, doing a precursory glance around before he leaned in a little closer, rubbing at where the bottom of his sweatshirt met the label on his jeans.

Gale titled his head just a little against the side of John's, peering up at him with hint of wariness in his eyes. "You wanna go look at shoes?"

"Mhm," John said, knowing somewhere in his head that the task delegation was because he needed a minute alone. Not because Gale was thinking he had some sort of hidden children's shoes expertise.

Pressing a kiss to the side of his hair before he walked away, John let his hand linger on his back till he was far enough that it dropped off.

He couldn't blame Gale for wanting some space, even if it was itching at him that he probably needed to push him a little to talk about what exactly was rattling around his head. What he could practically see growing roots in his cortex right through his eyeballs, ever since Natalie had sent them more information about the little girl that would be theirs in a little less than forty-eight hours.

"Her mom got in trouble for gambling." Gale said, eyes not peeling away from his laptop screen where he sat at the kitchen table. John froze where he was getting a water from the fridge, feeling a tightness in his chest as if he could sense whatever emotions were coursing through Gale.

When he shut the fridge door and turned to face him he still hadn't moved his eyes from the screen, pressing hard on the touchpad to keep scrolling through the document- chewing on his bottom lip.

"Don't have to read through everything tonight, Gale," John tried, sitting back down in the chair opposite him, and sliding him the water he'd originally gotten for himself. 'We have time."

Gale listened, though the shutting of his laptop felt abrupt. He propped his elbow up on top of it, curling his fingers inward and pressing them against his forehead.

"You wanna talk about it?" John said, getting a sigh in response before he got any words.

"I just want her here," Gale admitted after a minute, reaching for his phone which was resting in his lap. "Do you think Natalie could arrange for us to get her sooner if we asked?

The answer to that was that Natalie was happy to- though it did mean they had a few days to get everything ready as opposed to two weeks.

John went back and forth on if he should've let Gale call or not.

"You gettin' our baby cowgirl boots?"

His husband's footsteps approached him from behind quick and light, John not realizing until then how long he had been standing there without actually picking out any shoes. He ducked his head down sheepishly, Gale patting the side of his hip with the hand that wasn't occupied holding a basket.

"Think we should?" He said when he'd come back to himself, scanning the area till he found the shelf for the size on the list they'd been sent.

When he grabbed a pair of boots Gale leaned over his shoulder to look at them closer, brushing his pointer finger gentle along the side of them.

"They're so little." He said quietly. "Gonna have feet this little stompin' around our house in a couple days,"

If he let it it'd make John uneasy, their emotional states having managed to somehow swap within the last few minutes.

But the lightness in Gale's tone now made the reality of it all feel just a bit less jarring.

(They got the boots.)

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: You love watching your pretty boy cry. Pairing: Chanhee (New) x fem!reader Tropes: established relationship au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: dacryphilia, brat taming, edging, overstimulation, switch!Chanhee, dirty talk, thigh-slapping, handjob, petty names (pretty boy/ baby), boob job, dry orgasm Word Count: 1,021 Note: Thank you so much to @anyamaris for beta/proofing this February Filth Masterlist Before You Interact Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye

Listen to ♡ Baby Boy by Beyoncé (ft. Sean Paul)

“Are you sorry yet, pretty boy?” You nearly purr.

Chanhee sneers at you, though it’s in vain, as he lets a strangled whimper escape his lips a moment later. You chuckle and slowly stroke his cock. You know he wants to cave. He’s far too much of a brat to give in without a fight first. You, however, know precisely how to pick him apart and make him crumble.

“You wish.” He bites, “You can– fuck– try all you want. I’m not apologizing for anything.”

“Those are fighting words, Chanhee.” You warn, rubbing your thumb against his tip, “You sure you don’t want to be a good boy for me?”

He huffs at you, and that’s answer enough for you. You start jerking him off at a fast pace, making him let out a broken gasp. His hips buck up into your touch, hoping to bring him closer to his high. You use your free hand to smack his thigh.

“Watch it, pretty boy. You wanna be a brat you’ll be treated like a fucking brat.” You hiss.

His eyes are shiny and slightly closed from pleasure. You keep your gaze locked on him, keeping a mental log of how close he is. You pull your hands off him entirely when he pulls his lower lip between his teeth. He whines at the loss of contact. His cock stands tall, the pretty pink color shiny with precum and lube.

“Why did you stop?” He pouts, “I was close.”

“That’s why I stopped, pretty boy.”

“That’s rude.” He scoffs.

You raise an eyebrow at him and smack his thigh again, “Brats get edged, and you know that.”

You graze one finger along the underside of his wet cock, watching how it jumps at the contact.

“You ready to apologize for being bratty?”

“If you let me cum I will be.”

You wrap your hand fully around him again. He moans at the feeling. Chanhee’s eyebrows furrow together as his head bows forward. You pull his cock slowly and a bit tighter than you usually do. A whimper falls from his mouth as a bead of precum drips from his tip. You bring your other hand up to play with his tip, wrapping your thumb and forefinger around the base of his tip and turning your wrist. The new sensation makes him moan loudly. Just as his moans get pitchy and airy, you again release his member.

“No,” he whines.

You pout with faux pity, “Oh no, what’re we gonna do?”

“Want–” He cuts himself off with another whimper.

You hear a little sniffle, then process that he’s crying. Wiping your hand off on his abandoned shirt you reach up to wipe away a tear with your thumb. He looks fucking gorgeous when he cries from pleasure and need. Any other time you hate to see him cry, right now, he looks like the most beautifully debauched thing you’ve ever seen.

“You’re taking your punishment so well, pretty boy. We aren’t done, though.”

“Please,” He asks in a sweet tone.

“Please, what, baby?”

“Wanna cum, wanna cum so bad.” He admits, bucking his hips up toward you to further his point.

You smile softly at him. You start playing with him again and allow him to thrust into your fist. Mindless begs, and pleas fall from his lips endlessly. It’s not until now that you realize you’re also quite needy. Your panties are beyond destroyed, but right now, all you want to do is focus on your pretty boy and his cries. Tears stream down his cheeks, making his eyes shiny, as he desperately chases his high.

“I’m gonna– please!” He moans.

“Go on, pretty boy.” You encourage, “Make a mess on yourself.”

He throws his head back as his orgasm hits. More pretty tears roll down his cheeks as he rides out his high. You don’t stop moving your hands around him, either. Even when he starts to come back to Earth, you continue jerking him off. The moment he processes the fact that you’re still playing with him, he starts squirming, trying to stop you.

“If it’s too much for you, you know what to say.” He shakes his head in response, “Okay, pretty boy, if you need to use our safeword, you do it.”

He continues to pant and whine at the feeling. You know a second orgasm is bound to come soon. You let go of his cock for a brief moment, earning a whine which turns into another strangled moan when you engulf his member in your breasts. His cum and the lube works perfectly to allow you to move easily around him. Suddenly, he starts panting harder, small moans interrupting his breaths. His body shakes, and his moans break free. The room is nothing but wet sounds and moans in the air. You finally release him and wipe away some tears again. He lies back on the bed, breathing heavily. Climbing up onto the bed beside him, you carefully check on him.

“You alright, pretty boy? That was a really strong dry orgasm, wasn’t it?”

“‘M okay.” He sniffles.

You smile and lean closer to him. He smiles back sleepily. Brushing a hand through his hair, you kiss his cheek softly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

“W-what about–”

“Don’t worry about me, baby. I want to take care of you now.”

He sits up slightly, leaning on his elbows. You watch him, but don’t stop him. He kisses you tentatively. Slowly, the kiss grows gradually more sloppy and needy. You moan into the kiss. Somehow, when you pull away, he’s over you. He smiles at you like a cat who’s caught his prey.

“It’s my turn to have some fun.” He says with a teasing lilt.

“Chanhee–”

Your words are cut off by his lips on yours again. You let him do what he wishes with you. You’re in for a fun rest of the evening regardless of what he plans to do with his time. His hands trail over your form while his kisses trail down your neck.

“You ready to play some more, sweetheart?”

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[squarebracketsmileyface]

Answering this ask FOUGHT ME I swear to god. First I hit post before I was done writing and hadn't added tags or anything because it was just sitting in my drafts, and then when I rewrite it and went to save what I'd done TUMBLR FUCKING DELETED THE POST. The universe saw me being giddy over getting songs and went "well we can't have that" so now I'm writing it for the THIRD TIME (while my thumb is randomly going numb for some fucking reason lmfao. Like, I'm not cold, circulation's not cut off. It's just slowly losing all sensation 💀)

Anyway, attempt three!!!

Omg yes yes yes :DDDDDDDD okay okay, I won't do the whole lil "going through all the lyrics" thing I sometimes do because if I did this post would be stupidly long, but omg just know I've had these on loop almost constantly since I got this ask. They have all been put in their respective playlists now >:]

Wicked Game by Him has gone in the My Girl playlist, because:

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you

It's strange what desire will make foolish people do

I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you

And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you

This first verse really does feel like Jam to me. Like, they desperately wanna save each other, and the world is kinda on fire around them. And Jay never thought he'd meet someone like Tim let alone being loved by someone like Tim and have to worry about losing someone like Tim. Y'know?

Step On Me by The Cardigans is either going to go in the Tim Safewords playlist, or in the My Girl playlist, and I cannot decide so right now it's in both. I just can't decide if I want it in My Girl for foreshadowing, or in Tim Safewords for when Jay actually pushes too far and hurts Tim by accident. Like, Jays already stood on Tim's foot and Tim carried on anyway because he loves Jay and he really does want to help him and fix him.

I don't even have a specific lyric that made me go "oh yeah this goes in such and such playlist" it's just the whole song I think.

Perfect Girl by The Cure, definitely My Girl, that one's a given, Jark is indeed a strange girl and does need to be shaken and turned upside down.

Psychic Wound by King Woman... I also wanna put this in Tim Safewords BUT ALSO entry 80. I could put it in entry 80's playlist. I could. I so could.

Enslaved by the opinions, under seductive rule

Please rescue me, I've disobeyed and I admit I'm chained to you

Alex. Idk just Alex and the operator. After Alex kills Jay I have him kinda have this awful moment of clarity where he realises what he's done, and he's so overwhelmed by it that he tries to kill himself, but the Operator stops him so it can force him to continue his lil job for it.

Help me, I'm so chained to you

Someone tell me what to do

Feeling like a psychic wound

Like. This is Jaylex. This is Jaylex. In entry 80 neither of them know what to do, they need to be told, and Alex unfortunately has someone there to do it, that 'person' being the operator.

I do like it for Tim Safewords a lot, and Entry 80 is already like 60 songs strong which is far too many so idk where I wanna put it just yet. Another one that'll go in both playlists until I go through them properly again and make up my mind.

Pitch The Baby by Cocteau Twins is in My Girls playlist, I just like how it sounds, it's a fic that lets Jay and Tim have a little time and space to breathe and just enjoy each other, and the song's so pretty and like, floaty? Idk if that's the word I'm looking for, probably not but it's close enough, it's just a really nice feeling song. And like "I only want to love you" I think the lyrics say? Yeah, Tim only wants to love Jay, he just wants to use this lull in the constant, active threat of death to spend time loving on Jay a bit, teaching him how to let himself be loved and all that.

Daydream In Blue by I Monster is almost definitely going in Tim Safewords. It just feels like it fits, I think specifically because of some of what's gonna happen in that fic.

You're crawling on the bathroom floor

You float around the room and you're naked

Then you're flying out the bedroom door

Like, Tim has a bit of a freak out (for good reason) after he has to safeword, and he does end up on the floor in the bathroom, because he needs a moment on his own and that's the only room in his house with its own lock. And sure he doesn't NEED to lock Jay out, but he feels better if he can, so he does kinda, y'know, fly out of the bedroom door when he runs away to hide for a bit until he can get everything in his head under control a bit. And he's dissociating to high hell so he does feel like he's floating, y'know?

I dream a dirty dream of you, baby You're swinging from the chandelier I'm climbing up the walls 'cause I want you But when I reach you, you disappear

This bit also feels like the Tim Safewords fic, but kinda from Jay's pov more? Like, he knows he fucked up and he needs to make it right somehow, he needs to make sure Tim doesn't hate him, doesn't leave him, so even when Tim's hidden himself away somewhere unreachable (both in real life and in his head for... Reasons (mayhaps someone else fronts to handle the situation... Mayhaps someone split specifically to cope with Jay)) and Jay really does feel like he's climbing the goddamn walls to try and get him back, but when he reaches Tim, emotionally, Tim's gone, he's distant and cautious and Jay knows he's ruined it... And then they have to go to Benedict Hall together :D

Gonna pop a little warning here, the last song in here is one I'm gonna use to talk a little more about Jay's consent issues through, in case you don't wanna read that. Specifically it's talking about Jay trying to force Tim to choke him again, even though he knows Tim doesn't want to.

Reptilia by The Strokes... Yeah Tim Safewords, again. Look I can't help myself that fic's gonna be INSANE and everything reminds me of it. It's just... Consent issues, y'know? I love exploring Jay's consent issues, they're so interesting.

I'm literally just putting the lyrics to almost the entire song under this now lmao. Look, I can't help myself, there's not many lyrics and they really do feel like they could be talking about a dubiously consensual (or even a noncon) situation.

I was afraid that you would not insist "You sound so sleepy, just take this, now leave me"

I said, please don't slow me down if I'm going too fast You're in a strange part of our town

Like... Jay feeling like "god please don't take this from me, I need you to be rough with me, don't stop me, don't tell me not to, just let me put your hands on my throat, please" he's hoping Tim will change his mind and say it's fine, hoping Tim'll essentially say "yeah just take what you want" y'know?

Yeah, the night's not over, you're not trying hard enough Our lives are changing lanes, you ran me off the road The wait is over, I'm now taking over You're no longer laughing, I'm not drowning fast enough

'Tims not trying hard enough to care about my feelings about this, why can't he just see this from my perspective, I need him to be rougher with me' type shit. And then 'well maybe he's just scared of doing something I don't want, like he was scared of with trying out the feminisation stuff with me, so if I take over and put his hands there, he'll know it's fine.' and then 'oh fuck. I fucked up. Oh shit he looks fucking scared, he looks like he's sick, shit shit fuck shit fuck What'd I do what's wrong with me what the fuck!?'

Now every time that I look at myself "I thought I told you, this world is not for you" The room is on fire as she's fixing her hair "You sound so angry, just calm down, you found me"

Tim's gonna get to have a go at Jay for it, of course, he needs to make sure it gets through Jay's thick fucking skull that 'hey, you can't fucking do that what the fuck is wrong with you??? The world doesn't fucking revolve around you, did you stop for even a fucking second to think about what I've told about about why I don't want to fucking do that???'

[reorientation]

okay nothing in this world has ever made me flood with need the way seeing my asks linked and tagged as 'respect anon' did. little update - ive been getting railed so often (11 times total now since mid november) that i have a bruised cervix. it hurts in such a delicious way, makes me hyperaware of what i am, almost feels reminiscent of cramps.

my original hookup ive now seen six times, and he wants to see me once a week minimum. the way he murmurs "good girl" so encouragingly to me, his strength, and the insanely erotic feeling of him breeding me, have all bewitched me. the texture of semen exploding into a wet cunt is so unique and im obsessed, its a different consistency from my own wetness, so i can always feel the exact moment hes fucking his sperm into my fertile body, even when i dont feel him throbbing through it (which i usually can).

other than him, ive fucked four other guys in the last month. each and every one of them came in me bare. i hoped a few times would sate me but if anything its fanning the flames. on my neediest day i had three guys come over one after another to fill me, the first was my original guy, and the other two were completely random, and they all treated me so perfectly honestly.

the third one in particular fulfilled my need to have a real man coax me into admitting my real name, he fucked me hard and fast and used his filthy tongue to slip into my subconscious mind and loosen my inhibitions until he got it out of me. then he used it over and over again while he fucked a baby into me, slapped my well-bred pussy till i begged him to stop, then held me so tightly. i felt so dazed and safe and feminine in his arms.

it feels so good to have a man respect me enough to give me what i really need, especially when im being brave enough to ask for something i was so afraid to even acknowledge about myself. and it especially feels good when he looks right into my eyes while pounding me and reminding me of the truth.

fuck sorry for multiple asks i literally just cannot stop thinking about being dubbed 'respect anon' its driving me crazy. i can feel my pulse everywhere, but it seems to pool in the places that make me a woman: my clit, my pussy lips, my aching dripping vagina, and my breasts. i can feel my pulse in my fucking nipples. and also usually my temples but thats off theme.

i cant get over how good it feels to be fucked. i never in a million years expected how endlessly perfect it would be, ive found partners that emanate joy together with me and its so much fun and so erotic. the original guy in particular, just takes so much joy in fixing me and in enjoying my cunt, i often end up watching the filthy reactions on his face as he watches my pussy clench around him. he watches us join together as one, my cunt singing with pleasure, i always ask him if theres anything else i can do for him and he almost always says "lay back and take it." like, yes sir!

once i was riding him and his hands were clenching my hips tight, i love riding because it makes my breasts bounce and heave so deliciously. he was staring at them, i was moaning like a bitch in heat feeling him stretch me out in an angle we dont normally do, and suddenly he looked me in the eye and said "you have a womans body." swear if id been on my back i would have orgasmed right then and there. he sometimes goes back and forth in what gendered terms he uses and it keeps my mind spinning with confusion and desperation. we are both bi and im pretty sure our current dynamic is heaven for us both.

there are so many filthy details i want to share with you. feels like i could babble all day about the things that have happened, but it all boils down to this: im a woman, obsessed with taking cock, finally letting herself enjoy some wonderful company, and it wont be long until im the sluttiest pregnant girl grindr has ever seen, hahahah.

respect anon back with one last thought because ive been obsessively rereading your two responses to me so far. when i begged him to refeminize me, "it doesn't even sound like he was surprised." nope! in fact he laughed at me, he laughed and said "fuuck yes." in that moment, i knew that he had already known, and was waiting to see if id admit it. with him, i have this manic energy where i come off completely insane over text, and his steady energy only serves to wind me up more. i think he knew id cave and beg to be detransitioned, my pics are all pretty high femme and lets just say im not ever subtle about my femininity.

the weird thing is, i only have that manic energy with him. i dont know if its because hes genuinely the hottest guy ive ever met, or because he took my virginity, or because he succeeded in breaking my mind. but the other guys ive slept with, while they blow my mind and show me what im for, i dont make such a fool of myself to them.

genuinely with him i have lost all semblance of self-respect and it proves right everything he has ever whispered into my ear.

(Previously)

All that fun you've been having, going from being a virgin to getting inseminated by five different men within a couple months - and nothing ever made you flood like my tagging system? I'm very flattered, Anon! A bit bemused, but flattered.

So much to speak to here, but one part I truly love is that your new life as a woman started with the first man to use your pussy laughing at you. Like your whole identity as a man had been one long joke you were telling, and you'd finally gotten to the punchline.

That's what real respect looks like for you, isn't it, Anon? A man who'll wait for you to finish telling the joke before he laughs.

And the man who made you tell him your real name while he fucked you full of cum... There's a pleasing symmetry to that. He got something out of you and put something into you. He learned what they called you when you were born, and maybe gave you a baby to call your own.

Which is what you're made for, after all. Your body never stops reminding you of that, whether it's with the pain of a bruised cervix or your blood pulsing in your swollen nipples or the unstoppable pleasure of taking a man's cum in your womb. It's little wonder that you've come so far since getting fucked for the first time, little lady: your body was just waiting for the chance to start.