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#anonymous#inbox#YOU KNOW. it could always be worse you know?#prayers & good wishes for all those GOING through the worst#sending my utmost love. just keep on going#time is Constantly ticking & what may be the worst time of your life right now may change#not even a couple years from now i bet you're going to be thinking of this time as just a bad memory#& then someday later maybe you'll forget about it so that it may never plague you again#i hope so
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HSR + HOT THINGS HE DOES WHILE DOING IT
â ê° including ê± â aventurine, dr ratio, sunday, boothill x fem! reader
â ê° warnings ê± â [ex]plicit, dom hsr characters, oral (fem! receiving) & fingering, established relationship, hitting it raw, dirty talk, tit play + biting & marking, prone bone âč â§âË á°
â ê° AVENTURINE ê± + shamelessly moans into your ears
his moans have that kind of power that attack you with the lightest bit of touch but rumble inside your nerves with an utmost generosity that continued to burn an everlasting need into the rigid twist of your belly. he flips you over to your stomach and kneads the handful of flesh on your ass, greedily as his hands retreatâ now, he uses his hand to keep your hips sealed against his aching half, while the other was positioned next to your head to refrain his weight from leaning and crushing against you.
aventurine's mouth was hot against your ear, too hot, in fact, that your body manifests swells of electric jumps on your limbs and muscles, your blood thrumming as you're audibly hissing out petulant sobs through your slacked jaw.
"tell me how it feels, yeah?" he sighs between gritted teeth, savoring the anticipation as his eyes squeeze shut, hips aligned and drawing his oozy tip against your entrance before pressing into your hole.
"ugh, fuckâ" he grunts, "you'll mess me up today, hm?" as he moans deeply into your ear, so grateful to you as you shakily exhale through your mouth, your hole melting around his thick shaft before he inches further through your plushy walls.
aventurine was unashamed of gasping out those lecherous noises for you, brazen to the point where he's telling you how you feel as you squeeze him and cloud his mind with your milking compression indulging in him, "aahâ you feel so nice, so soft, i'm losing my mind," he cheekily laughs between his whines, feeling elevated.
he kisses your neck as you sob, your walls feeling all of him inside as you exhale between a shaken embraceâ but it's telling how much it turned you on when your boyfriend was this vocal with the pleasure you caused on him, his tongue darting across your neck before he loudly groans into the skin, your hole tensing and letting go, tensing and letting go, adding pressure again.
your eyes roll back as he grinds himself in you, always holding against your ass to fondle with the skin as he repeatedly pressures and pulls his cock through your creamy hole, entering all his inches inside an eager cuddle.
the sensation of having him claim your body in such way made your stomach do flips and tumbles, and the hums into your ear only multiplied the ways you responded to him with fizzy tears pulling at your lashes. right there, aventurine spills his brazen moans right against your ear, shamelessly between affectionate words of love, sending your inmost nerves into hard overdrive.
â ê° DR RATIO ê± + pulls your face to him before you climax
before he advances forward to his original plan, veritas will make you feel like you're mounting off pleasure and ah, your silhouette was charming to look at, no? you're so sweet when you hide your face from him. yet he doesn't understand why you're so embarrassed to show your flustered state? regardless, he loves when you do that, hiding the real taste, doesn't matter if he's suckling on your clit or watching how you suck him off, you're always warding off his enticing gaze.
the tantalizing signs of your embarrassment were enough for dr ratio to focus on all the different regions of your bodyâ not only that, but he inspects your breathing and how it shudders through you, not to mention how it hitches when he grinds into your cunt.
with that, he can determine that you prefer it faster, although mixed in with a couple slow grinds once he's sheathed himself fully inside. a combination of both can do a lot more, and channeling it into one was his speciality. you're making it just that easy for him.
you wonder why? well, it's because you make everything look so sexy that it's so easy to figure you out.
after finding the perfect tempo for the both of you, your warmth clamps around him before losing yourself in each precise, calculated push of his hips overloading from the feeling of being close to you, or ah, being one with you, correct? it's how you're throbbing and creaming his entire base full that he realizes you're right there, feeling an upcoming wave of pleasure making itself visible.
"i'm cumming, i'm, aah, fuck," you moan beneath his hypnotizing pair of eyes as his hips rush through you, spreading your poor, little cunt apart as your hole flexes around his shaft. veritas knew he had to be quick with it, so after hearing you sob and wince, he draws himself off your neck and cups your face roughly, casting his eyes on you.
the man was gorgeous and he knew it, much to your dismayâ he could also be a total idiot about how annoyingly handsome he was and that he always knew how to use it to his benefitâ although in this moment, his face was soused in his sweat, messed up around his forehead and covered with fizzling lust for you.
a strangled cry rips from your throat and vibrates through his eardrums as your body vividly shakes under him. you're whimpering at the embarrassment of having him look at you while he's forcing the eye contact with his hand bending around the softness of your cheek.
you had no idea how much of a difference it made to look at him and become so, vulnerable.
you squirm under his searing silhouette, crying out the most beautiful sounds as your sore hole twitching around the base, utterly spent as veritas only admires the glow in your eyes, nothing more and nothing else.
the two of you exhale shakily in your afterglow, wet skin clinging to the sheet and relishing in its dirtiness.
â ê° SUNDAY ê± + kisses your clit before going down on you
he holds himself back, he needs to, because fighting the urge to bury his face where you needed him the most was always worth itâ before he latches on your clit, he uses his rough thumbs to push the plushy skin protecting your clit aside to plant his plump lips over it, ghosting his mouth on top as he's almost successful enough to distract you from two digits bumping against your weeping hole.
sunday adjusts his face on your pussy before planting a wet kiss on your clit, his lusting eyes turning dark in the dark light as he roams two fingers inside your cloying hole, "give it to me, i know you can do it," he takes each necessary step to make you arch your back and gush all over himâ your bothered silhouette making his cock ache and balls throb in his boxers.
his digits ascend over the slopes of your velvet walls as he presses delirious sensations on your cunt before spitting on your pussy repeatedly, messily grinning against your folds when you wince to every single droplet of his saliva hitting your cunt.
what doesn't come as a surprise is that sunday likes being messy with itâ he needs to feel the wetness, the sheer contact of a hot tongue on your throbbing skin that he asks himself, can you feel it too? oh silly, of course you can, there was no room for debate by how you're reacting to it.
he swallows your arousal pooling on his tongue as he laps at your clit while his fingers graze along the sponginess of your walls, your pussy holding and clenching around the two digits. your eyes were half lidded, almost closed, your body so responsive that your cunt pulses at nothing but the tip of his tongue nudging into your clit.
"so obedient you are, my dear," he rasps before your fingers slope around the loose strands of his hair to press him into your heat, your back arching and your cunt spasming as you ride his face.
sunday hums happily, satiated, "what a good girl you are," he praises you enlaced in a wanton voice, thrusting his fingers roughly as you cum inside a silent cry.
â ê° BOOTHILL ê± + teases you with his teeth
your saccharine alike face prompts a menacing grin from him as he settles you on his lap before tilting your head a littleâ his eyes drizzling into the space on your neck and how he could feel your heart beat from that precious spot. boothill tests the waters, his insatiable hunger for you being so painful as he sighs out excitedly. he grazes into your neck and drags the sharp edges through your sensitive skinâ always holding you on his waist with one hand wrapped around while the other toyed with your soft tits.
boothill has everything under his control, okay? you needn't worryâ in fact, he always tells you to not torment yourself when all you had to do was trust him with your pleasure.
a smile stretches across his face as he brazenly flattens his tongue against your neck, feeling your pulse thud on the wet muscle before squeezing your tits to mess up your focus. you cling to his strong shoulders as you arch your back when he rolls a nipple between his digits, "you like that, don't you?" he drawls, your moan bending when he pinches your tit again.
your eyes roll back, and ugh, it feels so good, his rough yet precise touches were capable to induce waves of sparks from your breasts to all the way down, hitting your aching pussy. you're humping against his thigh and drool, more so stain your panties with your slick. the swell of his bulge was heavily pressing against your clothed folds, and boothill knew it wouldn't take long until you'll beg him to fuck you.
alongside those mesmerizing touches that marked up your breasts, the man took his time and acted unhurriedly as he sucks on your neck, shielding his eyes as he dips his head right above your collarbones. your skin mists with drops of his saliva as you find his hair beneath your hands, tugging slightly at his strands.
boothill moans into your neck, the vibrations setting a fire on your wet core, "let me consume you..." you hear him murmur playfully, his sharp fangs tauntingly pressing into your neck as you arch your back, "pretty, mh, you're so good, so lovely, so pretty, and ugh," as he stammers, his tongue blazing wildly across the pulsing spot that he's bitten, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he calls your name.
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#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr smut#honkai star rail smut#boothill x reader#aventurine x reader#Sunday x reader#dr ratio x reader#boothill smut#aventurine smut#dr ratio smut#sunday smut#hsr x you#honkai star rail x you#Sunday x you#aventurine x you#dr ratio x you#boothill x you#hsr drabbles
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spread âem further, baby.
â.Ë NSFW . wc. 784 . IL dan heng ( imbibitor lunae ) x f!reader ăsize k!nk ădouble penetration ăestablished relationship ăpussydrunk!danheng & big dick!dan heng in da same frame . . . â đčđŒđ©đ° : â anothaâ sillie thirst ! hehe been thinkinâ about dan hengâs tail keepinâ your legs spread out so nicely since foreva x-x â
IL DAN HENG was a patient man, and you knew that. well, at least thatâs what you thought. his patience can be nothing more than a distraction for how he truly feels, harboring his emotions . . . harboring his own wants and his true desires, just to keep himself from losing control. but that brings a question . . . can and could he really control himself ?
this, on your part, was truly a mistake.
even so, dan hengâs heart swelled with gratitude when you put your trust in him. his dick twitched against his body . . . his massive form dwarfing your small frame. his nostrils flaring as he caught your scent, cursing himself for getting aroused by it. his tail flicked gently, providing a subtle warmth that enveloped your body from below. âso small, so perfect.â he whispered against your ear, sending shivers down your spine as he carefully positioned himself between your drenched thighs, one of his throbbing cocks nudging against your entrance with pure excitement . . . desperate to please you. â . . . you can handle two of me, can you baby?â you paused and nodded slowly . . . feeling your cunt squeezing around nothing just by thinking about that . . . but hey ? what could go so wrong ?
â. . . i might break you, my love,â dan heng murmured softly against your ear, his teeth biting down your earlobe . . . sliding his two lengths deep inside your yearning hole as the massive girth of his cocks filled you up almost completely. each swift motion of his thrusts sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, the intensity of the experience unlike anything you had ever known. he was big, and you were sure he knew that. despite how big he was compared to you, his movements were slow and deliberate, focused on ensuring your pleasure rather than his own. his powerful muscles flexed with each thrust, his body moving with a primal grace. your boyfriendâs breath came in deep, ragged pants, his mind focused solely on the task at hand. âfâfuck . . . this pussyâs driving me crazy. look, itâs driving them crazy too.â
âdâdan heng . . .â your moans and cries of ecstasy filled his room, your hands gripping his horns as your body arched to meet each thrust. dan heng knew his own satisfaction was secondary to your pleasure, he could feel himself licking his lips when he gazed down and admired your sweaty body beneath the moonlight . . . his powerful form moving in sync with yours, entwined in a passionate dance that transcends the heavens. he explored the depths of your heat, your sweet pussy heâd been craving all day. his size was overwhelming, to say the least . . . overwhelming in the best way possible. his tongue flicked out, licking your neck gently, his breath hot against your supple skin.
âspread them further, baby.â
with a sudden flick of muscles, his powerful tail lifted your legs, spreading them wide . . . the tip of his tail gently prodding your outer folds, providing an additional source of pleasure. your boyfriend shifted his position, granting him better access to your fully exposed entrance . . . positioning you in a way that allows deeper penetration. the warmth of the scales on his tail against your flesh provided a pleasant, almost comforting sensation. both cocks throbbed, the sight of his belovedâs legs spread out like that turned him on. the tip of his first cock nudged against your bud, the swollen head already slick from your previous coupling. with the utmost care, dan heng pressed forward, the size of his dick stretching you once again . . . the familiar friction igniting the fires of desire in both of you.
âyouâre sâso good to me, my love . . . so so good.â slowly and steadily, your boyfriend began to move again, his thrusts deliberate and precise . . . this new angle causing delightful sensations to ripple through you both. your hands, that were roaming through his horns, found purchase around his neck, gripping tightly as the pleasure intensified. âyouâre so good at taking my cock . . mmhâboth of them.â his breathing and yours, completely synchronized . . . his pretty eyes locked on yours while his heart pounded against his ribcage. with a guttural growl, he quickened his pace, in a hurry to fill you up. the rhythm of your lovemaking reaching itâs peak. he could feel his tip brushing against your most sensitive areas, desperate to fuck and find them all. the vidyadharaâs powerful tail squeezed your legs tighter, holding you in place as he drove into you with renewed vigor.
âyou seem to enjoy the fact that i use my tail to spread you out so nicely . . .â dan heng leaned down, his face close to yours, breaths mingling as his body collided with yours in a passionate dance. âhm . . . should i spread you out wider then?â
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#millieâs writings âïž#millie thirsts (ïŸïčïŸ)#eeee x-x i wuv il dan heng sâmuch . .#dis is sorta a lil filler becuz . . i havenât posted any of mai drafts yet x-x whoops#honkai star rail#hsr smut#honkai star rail smut#hsr x reader#dan heng x reader#hsr x y/n#hsr x you#dan heng x y/n#hsr dan heng#honkai star rail x reader#dan heng smut#dan heng x you
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Hi!! Your writing it truly lovely đ<33 If i could request anything with Zzy? Thank youuu
Yandere! Demon x Gloomy! Reader (II)
Featuring the goat-legged boy Zzy and a gloomy, newly employed detective Reader! By the way, his name is a little tribute to a series I like. Can you guess who inspired it? Hint: it's Jhonen Vasquez's first comic :D
Content: female reader, perverted goat demon yandere, dark/crass humor!, monster romance, mildly NSFW
[Part 1] [Monster masterlist]
The detective man, at the very least, kept his word. The pay is good, and you barely have any work to do. The jobs themselves are similarly not too challenging: so far you havenât had to deal with any murder mystery out of an Agatha Christie novel. Rather, most of the time, itâs someone asking you to investigate their cheating partner, or sending you to do a background check for an employee. Every now and then youâll get the odd client, but thatâs something for another day.
Your boss isnât all that bad either. You were initially quite hesitant to be alone in the room with him. He always seems to be surrounded by an eerie, dark aura, and youâve only seen him smile in a menacing, villainous way. Now youâve gotten used to his strangeness. In fact, itâs almost comforting. Thereâs something refreshing about another human being honest about their misery. He seems to be just as uninterested in this job as you are, spending most of his time reading at his desk. Despite his unkempt, scary appearance, he's pleasant enough and looks after you. Which, now that you think about it, is a little suspicious. You've seen him act around other people: curt and to the point, disinterested, even potentially rude. With demons, he's ruthless.
"Have you had lunch yet?" the man asks, standing up and dusting his knees. "I can get us something."
You nod and flash him a flaccid smile, although you can't help but ask:
"Listen, aren't you being a little too nice? I mean, I'm not complaining...but I've seen how you behave in general, and I have a hard time coming up with a reason for my special treatment."
He ponders your question for a moment, before his sunken eyes look ahead, somewhere behind you.
"WellïżœïżœIf Iâm being honest, youâre kind of pathetic, aren't you? Iâm just a little worried that if Iâm too harsh, Iâll find out you hanged yourself in your apartment or something. Not that Iâd care, but if youâre gone, Iâm the one stuck withâŠthat thing.â
Ah. Thatâs what it was. Almost immediately, a shiver runs across your spine.
â(Y/N)! Are you done yet? Iâm boooooooredâ, a prolonged whine erupts from the neighboring chamber.
âIâm about to have lunch, actually. Do you want any-â
âYou know I do! Spread those legs and I can startâ, the goat demon declares with a grin, clacking his hooves in your direction.
You sigh.
Of course. Months ago, you were tricked into signing a lifelong contract with Zzy. It was the detectiveâs way of washing his hands off the matter and warmly welcoming you into the agency. It makes sense that he'd treat you with utmost care, otherwise he'd have to deal with this pest from Hell once again.
How's your life with Zzy going?
You've since found a way to seal your bedroom, in order to avoid waking up with his groping hands under your sheets. Sadly, the stubborn creature keeps finding ways to bypass your safety measurements. Who wouldâve thought that lust is such a powerful driving force?
On top of the nightly shenanigans, you obviously have to deal with him during the day, at the agency. âListen, itâs likeâŠone of those fidget toys. It helps with stressâ, he explains fervently while pointing at your chest. âYou want me to do my work properly, donât you?â He concludes theatrically. âYouâre not holding my boobs. This is the end of the conversation.â
If youâre having a bad day, it wonât go unnoticed. âBoy, what a smell, what a delicacy. Youâre even more miserable than usualâ, Zzy will exclaim, throwing his hands together in a graceful prayer. âYou know what the best medicine is? A quick fuck. Let me pound that sadness out of you, eh?â
Despite his constant clowning, the demon does have moments of clarity. He becomes particularly serious when jealous. âWhat have you done?â You shout in despair, gawking at the client - now morphed into a pig - foaming at the mouth and running around the room. âHe was staring at your ass. Only I can do that.â The horned man stands proud, arms crossed, nodding at his own courageous act. His most treasured belonging has been defended once more.
As expected, the jealous curse has gotten both of you into time-out. Zzy because he cursed the client in the first place, and you - despite your protests - because you didn't stop him in time. "Can't you wear something easier to take off? It takes two business days to unbutton this crap", the demon complains as he fiddles with your shirt. You're laying on the sofa, hands behind your head, gazing at the clock on the wall and counting the minutes passing. Unbothered, compliant. The peacefulness of someone who's given up. "Zipper is to the left", you add, aiding the process.
Another irritating detail is that the damned beast can detect the slightest arousal coming from you, and will make sure to announce it loudly, regardless of who is around. "Someone's horny! Whew, getting me all worked up, too." You slap a hand over his mouth, a deep red blush rapidly spreading across your cheeks. You turn to the detective and apologize profusely, but he remains unconcerned, flipping another page. "Let me take care of her first, Mr. Detective", Zzy manages to mumble through your pressed fingers. "As long as you get the task done", your boss responds plainly, never bothering to look up from his book.
"You should visit me down there sometimes", the horned creature suddenly mentions, his head resting in your lap as you idly browse your phone. You stop to glance down at him. "In Hell, you mean?" He snickers at the thought. "No one believes me when I tell them I have a human girlfriend. I need concrete proof, ya feel me?" You raise an eyebrow. "Girlfriend?" He disregards your inquiry and continues: "At least give me a pair of your panties to take back home." Absolutely not.
"Were you this much of a menace before I showed up?"
"What's that supposed to mean?! You can't blame a demon for being in love."
You sigh once more and roll over.
"Does that mean we can go for round two~?" Zzy is grinning at his own suggestion.
"Just go to sleep. Or something."
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere x darling#yandere demon#yandere demon x reader#yandere imagine#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#demon x reader#monster x reader#monster x human#yandere monster#yandere monster x reader#male yandere#female reader#monster romance#monster boyfriend#yandere fic#yandere oc#yandere oc x reader#zzy
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unfamiliar l lando norris x reader
request/summary â reader getting overwhelmed (in a good way) at all the care and love lando shows her, despite how she's been treated her whole life
author's notes â this is just pure fluff, ive had no motivation lately so please send requests!! đ
Lando and I are at his parentsâ house for dinner, and Iâm helping his mum wash the dishes and clean up afterwards when I accidentally drop one of the glasses. The glass shatters everywhere, and I immediately panic. I start apologizing profusely since usually my family would get mad if I broke something. Lando froze as the glass dropped onto the floor, and he immediately processed the way I was apologizing out of habit. He wrapped his arms around me to calm me down, speaking to me softly, âhey, hey, hey⊠its alright, baby⊠are you okay?â
âYeah but I dropped the glass and it fell everywhere and now youâre gonna have to clean it up and-â I begin to ramble on nervously. He squeezed his arms around me lovingly to cut me off. âI know, my love, I know. I heard when you dropped it, but are you alright? Did you get cut anywhere by the broken glass?â
I stopped as I lifted my head up to look at him. ââŠYouâre not mad?â I asked quietly. âNo, of course not⊠it was an accident. The important thing is that youâre okay, and youâre not hurt,â he says softly as his hand rubs my back lovingly in the hug. I frown, my heart aching from the care and consideration he was showing towards me. âIâm alright,â I mumble.Â
The frown on your face made Landoâs heart drop for a second. He knew you never had a great relationship with your parents, but it was only at this moment that he realized you werenât at all used to the love he was giving you. He didnât like the thought of someone ever getting upset at his girl for a small accident like dropping a glass, and he knew of course that she wouldnât have said anything back. He sighs. âAs long as youâre okay, baby, thatâs what mattersâŠâ he says softly.Â
âI did get just a small cut, though,â I say quietly as I turn over my hand to Lando. He instinctively ran his finger over the cut, figuring out how bad it was. It was a small cut, but he couldnât help but worry. âDoesnât look too bad⊠does it hurt much?â He asks with concern lacing his voice in each word. I shake my head no as I say, âjust stings a tiny bit,â trying to downplay the injury.Â
Lando brought me upstairs, sitting me down on the bed in his childhood room. He washed off the cut and wrapped a bandage around it, tending to me with extreme care the whole time.Â
âHow come youâre not mad?â I asked curiously. He smiles softly as he looks up at me, speaking in a soft and gentle tone to not worry me. âIâm not mad because it doesnât make sense for me being mad. It was an accident. You shouldnât be yelled at for accidentally dropping a glass. I was just worried if you were hurt or not, thatâs the only thing I care about.â
I frown as I feel his words pull at my heartstrings. âI love you, thank you for treating me like this,â I say softly. I look down at him, still kneeling in front of me with my hand in his. âI love you too, baby, and Iâm always going to treat you like this. Iâd gladly rather take some pain from you, just to make sure youâre safe and happy. Itâs really just not worth it getting mad over something like this, especially not getting mad at you,â he says with the utmost gentleness.Â
âItâs just soâŠ. different to what Iâm used to. I never know how to act when you give me all this love, Lan,â I say as I interlock our fingers. He gives a sympathetic smile. He hates how you were trying to process the amount of love he was giving you. He knew you had always been so used to people giving you a hard time over minor things, so much so that being shown love was so foreign to you. His heart aches as he thinks about how hero desperately wants to change all of that and love you in every way possible. âI know, my love. Just try your best, because Iâm going to keep giving you a whole bunch of love,â he teases.Â
I sniffled as my eyes became glossy with tears. âIâm- Iâm sorry. I just- I love you so much,â I muttered as I tried to hold back my tears. Lando immediately wiped away my tears with the pad of his thumb, his touch gentle and as light as a feather. He lets out a sigh. âI love you too. So much. And donât ever apologize to me for showing your emotion, hmm?â He says as he brushes a hand through my hair.Â
I sniffle once more, the sobs forming at the back of my throat. âI just- you show me how you care about me so much. and I donât know how to react to these things. I donât know how to show you I love and care about you just as much,â I say with a frown.Â
Lando squeezes my hand. âThatâs okay.. Just do whatever youâre comfortable with doing, you hear me? I know youâre not used to all of it, so all I really need is you being comfortable with me. Thatâs it,â he says softly as he places a kiss on the back of my hand. At his words, I hold my arms wide for a hug, as his hands wrap around my waist, my face burrowing in the crook of his neck. âIâll help clean up the mess, I promise,â I mutter into his neck.Â
Lando pulls back ever so slightly from the hug so he can see my face. âYou can if you want to. But baby, why do you feel the need to do all this? I mean, yeah I want the glass cleaned up, but my mum and I can do that ourselves while you can just relax?â He asks in confusion.Â
âi just- i dont know. it always feels like i need to compensate with doing work for others so that they donât get mad at me and they still like me,â I murmur quietly. âAaaaand see⊠there is the problem. You feel like you need to compensate and do work for others so that they donât get mad and stay with you. But you donât have to compensate for me⊠or my mum⊠the two of us would be perfectly happy with you just enjoying your time here and not dealing with the cleanupâŠâ Lando says as he tilts my chin up ever so slightly so I look at him in the eyes.Â
âBut how are you gonna love me if I donât do things for you guys?â I ask with a frown.Â
âI love you for who you are as a person, baby. It's okay for you to do things for me for the sake of showing that you love me or whatnot... but you don't need to do extra things just to make me or my mom like you, or just to make sure I don't leave you. Does that make sense?â He says softly. I fidget with my fingers nervously at his words.Â
âBabe, what's wrong...?â He asks with a small sigh.Â
âItâs just all so unfamiliarâŠâ I whisper quietly into his neck. Lando traces circles into the small of my back as he hears this, âmhm, I know it is⊠Iâm just trying to make it less unfamiliar to you. It might take some time, but Iâll be here the whole time so you can get used to it.â
He pulled back from the hug as he held my hand again, still making sure that he was gentle. âIâm just scared it wonât ever be familiar to me,â I confess in a hushed whisper.Â
Lando immediately frowned at my words, as he felt his heart ache a little, âhey, donât be scared of that⊠because Iâm going to take care of you the whole time, yeah? Iâm gonna make sure that it eventually will be familiar for you. That itâll be normal for you.â He rubs his thumb over my hand, looking at me with loving eyes. âYouâll get used to this⊠to being treated this way⊠to the love⊠I promise.â
I nod. âThank you for taking care of me,â I say every so softly. âNo need to thank me, just the bare minimum for my girl, hmm?â He says as he pulls me in for a short kiss. And just for that one moment, he needed me to feel like there was nothing wrong with all the love he was giving me, that there was nothing else I ever deserved in the whole world.Â
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So Iâve seen some posts going around about a âBruce adopts Danny and everyone thinks theyâll finally have a normal family memberâDanny is very not normalâ and hereâs my late night take on it.
Or
Danny batfam au where they batfam tries really hard to keep their vigilante ass-kicking nightlife a secret from danny because he is âthe only normal one in the familyâ this becomes a problem however when danny gets kidnapped.
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The batfam all work together in a deeply serious family meeting to save their boy. After hours of combining their brains together they come up with a plan that will effectively save danny from joker, kick jokerâs ass, and also make them look really cool while doing it.
So they bust in that warehouse, guns blazing, explosions fading in the background, a gust of dramatic dust covers the air
Batman steps infront of the rest of the team and demands to the blurry figure somewhere in the distance, âWhere is Danny!â
The dust clearsâthey expect bad guys pointing weapons meancingly at them, they expect a cackle of a wicked clown amused at whatever plot he had planned coming to life, they expected a terrified boy perhaps tied somewhere likely siting in a chair that joker could present to the bats as a way of taunting them.
The dust settlesâthey observed their surroundings looking around and realize that, there are few new facts to be added into this âdefeat the villain, get the bro, happy ending equationâ
There is decidedly no weapons being pointed at them: In fact, all of the henchmen are already knocked out and tied up.
There is decidedly no evil laughs being echoed their way: In fact, the only noise that isnt coming from them is a light scritch scratch of a pencil
And there is decidedly no terrified little boy, there is a Danny however and he seems to be doing alrightâactually scratch that.
Danny is doing wonders for the situation heâs in right now: In factâ
âDanny is sitting criss cross applesauce on-top a knocked out tied up Joker doing his algebra homework
The small blue eyed boy looks up at Batman's voice and visibly brightens, âOh hey guys, I was wondering when youâd show up.â
Jason says with the utmost of comprehension, â...what.â
âSo hi, Iâm kinda new to gotham so sorry about beating these guys up, I think theyâre villains? I dunno, anyways if you could take care of these guys while I call an uber home thatâd be great.â
Danny sends them a blinding smile which would've been adorable if there werenât a massive pile of bodies he were casually walking away from.
As Danny nears the exit he looks over his shoulder to the baffled group of vigilantes and blinks
âOh yeah one last thing,â Danny rubs the back of his neck nervously, âCould you guys not tell the Waynes about this.â
Damian speaks up for the rest of his frozen family, albeit hesitantly, âI do think they have already been alerted of your kidnapping.â
âOh no that's fine.â Danny starts nervously, âIt's more about me being the⊠fighter⊠in this situation. I was just adopted by them and they seem really nice, I donât want to scare them away being all grrrr im a scary monster boy and i love to hurt people argh.â
âI donât think theyâd think you're a monster.â Tim adds quietly
âEh, tell that to my birth parentsâthey went psycho on me. Like evil scientist psycho, it was not as awesome as the movies make it sound, having scientists for parents.â Danny says bittersweet as he admits with a shrug
There is a moment of silence as the batfamily reevaluate the adoption file that states Dannyâs family before they passed were very good peopleâalbeit a bit excentric.
Dick blurts out, âWhere did you learn to fight?â
Danny sends him an anxious chuckle, âI actually started when I was fourteenâmy town always ran into some trouble so I had to step up. Itâs part of the reason I moved here actually. I really donât want anything to do with that hero vigilante life anymoreâŠâ The boy puts his hands together in a pleading motion, âSo please donât tell The Waynes!â
Bewildered at the situation as a whole they nod in a daze
The boys eyes widen at their easy agreement and he grins, âThank you so so much! Iâve got to go now, itâs way past my curfew. but youâll probably see me again next time I get kidnappedâIâll make sure to put in a good word for you guys with my family bye!â
And just like that Danny slips off into the night leaving behind a family who were so sure they finally found a normal addition to their pack.
Jason sighs looking forlornly at the spot Danny had previously been standing, âYou could just never pick the just semi-mentally healthy normal kids could you?â
Bruce groans pinching his the bridge of his nose
#dc x dp#dp x dc#fanfiction#danny phantom#batfam#danny fenton#dp x dc crossover#maybes a fic#this was fun to write so probs part 2 later#Batfam: hello normal son#Danny with practicing the knot he learned in home ed on 37 criminals: hey guys#batfam: fuck#danny is a little shit#itâs up to your interpretation whether or not heâs genuinely clueless about the Waynes being the Bats#or if heâs fucking with them#ohkay going to sleep bye bye#mwah#also we do not see the bad grammar haha gn#veerliwrites
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you wanna guess the color of my underwear
note : divider is from @/anitalenia. I wrote this because I listened to that Charli and Billie song on loop and couldnât get it out of my head AND I ONLY FOUND IT THIS MORNING UGHHH this is literally just smut. I also kinda already wrote something like this but I love pussy eater Leon heâs real in my head. mdni
wc : 1k
tags : @lottiies
desc : Leon just loves eating you out. smut!! - oral (f receiving), not proofread, fem!reader, ID!Leon
Leon always paid the utmost attention to you when the two of you were alone. It didnât even stop there, heâd send you gifts if he could when he was away, always adding a note to let you know how badly he missed you. Other times just finding a way to call you and let you know how badly he wanted to come back home.
And he was eager, too. Even better.
You and Leon mustâve been dating for two years by now, he knows heâs handsome, you couldnât help but feed his ego day by day. Although, when heâd come home from a mission heâd be stuck in his own head and a lot of the time it was your job to get him out of it. It never took long, youâre pretty sure heâd do anything for you, especially when it comes to making you happy.
Leonâs always ready to get on his knees for you, too. Once again, even better.
You didnât even have to ask for him to eat you out most of the time. Itâs like it was the first thing in his mind when it came to making you feel good, or proving how badly he missed you, maybe even just doing it because he loved having his head buried between your legs.
Heâs quick to work happy to please you for as long as youâre willing to let him. The achey jaw and sore knees come with the job.
He doesnât even wait to get you inside the house today, heâs got you laid out in the backseat of his car, kneeling down o the floor between your legs. The angles odd, but he makes it work.
Leon hasnât really even done anything yet, just holding your thighs in place atop of his shoulders as he licks over the center of your panties, the skirt you previously wore tossed aside somewhere in the car, heâs still in the suit he wore to work today. This has been going on for five minutes, not that you minded, he bought you these panties for a reason. Youâve been a bit of a tease since before the two of you even slept together, this problems only grown since you found out heâs obsessed with you.
Leon looks up at you through his eyelids all the while, stopping for a plot second to shoot you a smirk.
âYou gonna keep me waiting?â You ask him, moving your thighs to adjust the position youâre laying in, only for his grip to tighten.
âNo, maâam.â Leon licks over the wet patch on your panties one more time before he lets go of your thighs and leans back. He takes his left hand, pulling your panties to the side. Leonâs other hand pushes your thighs a bit further apart, then trailing down to let his thumb rub against your slit. His thumb slips between your folds to gently pull them apart, you study his face carefully, letting out a shaky breath as his thumb rubs over your clit.
Leon swallows before he spits onto your already wet cunt, continuing to use his thumb to tease your clit and rub his spit around.
âDonât take too long,â You mumble, following it with a small giggle. Leon smiles at you, his movements stopping so he can move his hands to help angle your hips up a bit.
âYou know I always take care of you.â He whispers, his mouth is on you not even a second later, dragging his tongue through your folds and sucking greedily. The moan you let out is almost embarrassing, your hands go up to dig your palms in your eyes as he continues to lap up your arousal.
Leonâs gotten better at eating you out over the years, you never complained much, previous boyfriends you had had refused to even do this, Leon found that ridiculous. But having his face stuffed between your legs at least once a week was an amazing feeling.
You whine when Leon pulls off of you the tiniest bit, letting your arms fall to the sides of your head as he peppers kisses up and down your slit.
âTaste so good,â He murmurs against your heat, his kisses becoming a bit sloppier as his tongue slips out once again. âLove you.â
âLove you, too.â Your voice is all breathy when you say it. You gasp when his thumbs push your folds apart again, pressing his face further into your cunt as he sucks and licks at your entrance, his nose bumping against your clit.
This time, one of your hands makes its way into his hair, holding him against you. Leonâs chuckle is muffled against your pussy, you can feel his drool and your juices coating your sensitive flesh, your back arches as his tongue probes against your hole. His movements only get more aggressive after that.
You whine out his name, he hums against your skin and turns his attention to your clit, sucking it into his mouth and running over it with his tongue.
âJesus, L-Leon- fuck-!â You moan, your grip on his hair tightens and you hear him groan, but he doesnât let off.
âI know,â His voice is still muffled, âCâmon.â
Leon continues to urge you on, you canât find any words to respond with, the only noises coming from your throat being moans and whimpers. You cum into his waiting mouth not even two minutes later, he still doesnât pull away from you.
After heâs sure youâre all cleaned up, he presses one more kiss to your cunt before he pulls your panties back over, giving your clothed heat a soft slap. Leon rests his arms over your thighs and looks up at you as you sit yourself up, his face is all wet, he doesnât seem to mind.
âYouâre my favorite girl.â His voice is a bit rough, you love it.
âI better be.â You pant softly, bringing one of your hands up to run over his tousled hair. Leonâs hands move to run up and down your sides, giving you a soft squeeze.
âHungry?â
âYeah,â
âIâll help you up. Letâs go, pretty girl.â
#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy x reader#resident evil#resident evil x reader#leon kennedy smut
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Agency Assignments: A comprehensive to-do list for saving Dead Boy Detectives!
I'm very easily overwhelmed, so I wanted to break down all the ways to help "Save Dead Boy Detectives" that I have seen floating around. This is meant to be something you can reference when you feel like there is so much you need and want to do to help, but don't know how or where to start.
Note: I will be updating this post as we go when necessary, so feel free to bookmark it in your browser for easy access, add it to your homepage, whatever! I'll always have a link to it in my Pinned Navigation post on my blog as well!
It is of the utmost importance that we fight as an organized, well-informed front. We need to be on the same page if we're going to save our show, so let's get into it! đđđ
âȘ First and foremost, follow @savethedeadboys! They're going to be our best resource during this fight.
âȘ Next, follow @deadboyagency for news and updates: they've been around since the show dropped and have been an invaluable source of information the entire time.
Now for some task breakdowns:
"One-Time" Tasks
âȘ Like the header says, these things can only be done once. Once you do them, you don't have to give them any space in your mind.
Sign the petition*
Review & Rate Dead Boy Detectives on Google, IMDB, Rotten Tomatoes. Be sure on IMDB you don't just rate the show as a whole, but you also rate each individual episode! You can also "Like" the show on Google and click "Watched" which helps the show's engagement scores. (If there are other popular sites I haven't listed here, feel free to share them and rate Dead Boy Detectives highly on them!)
Notify Netflix customer service (through their online chat feature) that you're unhappy with the cancelation of Dead Boy Detectives. This is a short, 5-minute task that I wrote a guide on (with an example message) here!
"Repeat" Tasks:
âȘ These tasks can become a part of your daily routine; do what works best for you! You don't have to do every single one of these tasks every day if that is overwhelming!
Share the petition* over and over again, on every one of your socials! Make everyone you love sign it!
Stream Dead Boy Detectives!* Keep it on a loop in the background on low volume as much as possible. Try to get others to stream it as well, especially if they haven't watched it before! Netflix cares about VIEWS: views save shows and I broke down the reasoning here. (Bonus: if you post over on Twitter about your rewatch, use the tag #ReviveDeadBoyDetectives)
Talk about Dead Boy Detectives!* You're probably doing that already, but just be sure that you're tagging your posts. Here on Tumblr use the "Dead Boy Detectives" tag at least (to boost our tag to trending) and anywhere that uses hashtags (Twitter, Facebook, Instagram for example) I would recommend #SaveDeadBoyDetectives and #DeadBoyDetectives as those seem to be the most commonly used tags! IMPORTANT: do not use more than 20 tags here on Tumblr! Any more than 20 and your posts might be marked as spam and hidden from the tags!
Create art, edits for TikTok, fics, gif sets, doodles, crafts, analysis posts, and so on for Dead Boy Detectives.* Having fun is important, too! This is an extension of the "Talk about Dead Boy Detectives" point, but it needs to be stated - don't remove the joy from the fight. If a drawing of our boys or a smutty fic with your favorite trickster cat king is what you can bring to the fight on any given day, that is a perfectly valuable contribution! It's not all emails and hashtags.
Daily request a show through Netflix. Bonus if you're signed in! (I do 3-5 times a day)
Send Emails advocating for Dead Boy Detectives (Email list & Email Template). You can do this as much as you want or just one time.
Send Snail-mail (physical letters) to Netflix advocating for Dead Boy Detectives. I also send a copy of my letters to Warner Bros. Studios. Again, you can do this one time or multiple times. There are dates set aside for "mass" mail sending as well, so check out info on that here!
Interact with articles posted about Dead Boy Detectives. Read them, share them, comment on them, thank the writer for writing them, etc. We want lots of press about the cancellation, and supporting journalists and publications will make them want to write about Dead Boy Detectives more.
NOTE: Anything marked with a * means it's extremely important; if you can only do a few things, these tasks are the ones that you should focus on first. Remember to take care of yourself. This is a marathon, not a sprint, so don't burn yourself out!
WE WILL SAVE THIS SHOW.
Say that to yourself as many times as it takes for you to believe it. We're doing this to get justice for the writers, the actors, for ourselves, and assert to these companies that diverse, queer stories are not disposable one-offs; they deserve to be told in full!
Hugs and Handshakes to you all - whatever will suffice. đ Always feel free to reach out if you have any questions, whether that be through private message or my ask box. I'm not going anywhere!
- V
#As promised! Sorry it took me longer than I originally anticipated. If I msised something please let me know!#dead boy detectives#dbda#save dead boy detectives#charles rowland#edwin payne#payneland#crystal palace#niko sasaki#dbda netflix#the dead boy detective agency#monty finch#esther finch#the cat king#the night nurse#dead boy detectives netflix#the dead boy detectives#jenny green#dbda resources#dbda task list
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âżđ·đđđđđđ: OT7 x Plus Size! Reader
âż đșđđđđđđ: "What was so outrageous about someone like you, you asked yourself and the universe. You had tried your best to compensate for any shortcomings with everything else that was expected of you: femininity, understanding, a sense of humor. Never enough, those were never even the first thing that came to mind when people thought of you.
Why bother then? If nothing you did made any difference at all, why try? If people hated your body just for existing, why not give them a reason to hate your personality as well?"
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The one where seven campus princes who are used to getting everything they wanted get enchanted by your distrust and brattiness, climbing over each other to get a smile from you who could not be bothered to give them a single second of your day.
âż đ»đđđ:  Romance, Humor, Fluff, Angst, College AU
âż đš/đ”: I wanna leave this here as sort of a trigger warning: this work features a plus size main character and throughout the story there will be mean comments from characters about her body and her journey dealing with said comments. A lot of it comes from my own experience as a (now ex-ish) plus size girl myself and my path to living peacefully within my body. And although this work is about Y/N's relationship with the boys, I like to think that she still would've continued to grow and blossom happily on her own. Let this be something you learn from this fic, as I say right on the first chapter: You don't have to love the way you look right away, you just can't let it stop you from doing the things you want and, in a greater scale, from being happy and treated with respect.
Thank you for reading <3
P.S: Red daisies, like many red flowers, represent love and romance. Florists often use them to communicate affection to someone who doesnât know how beautiful they areâa.k.a. beauty unknown to the possessor.Â
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The pattern in your relationships - if you could call them that - was tiring, to say the least. Once, they might have been soul crushing, but time and repetition took away the novelty of your pain and now the endgame was a mild, resented disappointment.
It started with kindness and a gentle smile, mainly from your part. You treated anyone who gave you any smidgen of attention with the utmost sweetness, hoping your energy would be matched. And sometimes it was, for a while. Sometimes you got to be on the receiving end of a blinding smile or a casual touch and you allowed yourself to hope - no, pray -that that could be it. That someone, some modern day knight in shiny armor , saw through your looks and decided that you were deserving of love, despite societal norms,
But men had a way of setting you up for disappointment. A talent, truly.
You were tired, you decided that night. No, beyond that, you were exhausted, scarred, bitter, hopeless, resentful⊠You could keep going. You could list every bad feeling you had been carrying in your chest by alphabetical order or by how badly they hurt and honestly you just wanted it to stop.
Would you have to change everything about your body to be happy, you wondered watching the boy you had been seeing for a few weeks make fun of you in front of his circle of friends at the party you were both at. Would you never be allowed to be happy just the way you were?
Would you have to change everything about your body to be happy?
âYeah, sheâs niceâ Junsuu said, winking suggestively at his giggling friends âif you know what I mean.â you felt your face heat up in humiliation at the renewed round of laughter âBut we just donât match, like, physically. You know, looks-wise.â
âRightâ someone agreed way too enthusiastically, sending a spear through your heart âI really just canât see you with someone like her.â
What was so outrageous about someone like you, you asked yourself and the universe. You had tried your best to compensate for any shortcomings with everything else that was expected of you: femininity, understanding, a sense of humor. Never enough, those were never even the first thing that came to mind when people thought of you.
Why bother then? If nothing you did made any difference at all, why try? If people hated your body just for existing, why not give them a reason to hate your personality as well?
âYouâre rightâ you said out loud, drawing attention to yourself. Filled with hatred (for him, the world, the circumstances), your heart had no room to be mortified when all eyes turned to you âwe donât match.â
You watched as Junsuuâs eyes widened, clearly not expecting you to hear, much less reply âI am a big girlâ you continued, words dripping with rage âAnd I know for a fact that thereâs nothing big about you.â
You turned around to leave the room, cringing at the petty comeback, ignoring the murmurs and Junsuuâs panicked calls of your name. Walking fast, you fled the scene of the last heartbreak you would allow yourself to go through, deciding that a change was needed, but not the change everyone wanted from you.
Despite the rumors, you didnât turn into a huge bitch overnight, didnât start kicking puppies or spitting on the poor. Truly, the only thing you did was establish boundaries and reevaluate the amount of respect some people deserved, but very quickly people started seeing you as some sort of villain, especially when they realized how little you cared for how they saw you. How disrespectful of you to not allow yourself to be disrespected, right?
At first, there was still an air of uncertainty about you - years and years of non-reciprocal niceties drilled into your brain, habits hard to quit. But the more you let go of those things, these tiny acts of self-aggression disguised as pleasantries and altruism, the lighter you felt; Your days became easier to get through, existing within your body felt less and less like a punishment. You had yet to reach an Instagram-worthy level of body positivity, but you had become accustomed to body neutrality. You didnât have to love the way you looked right away, you just couldnât let it stop you from doing the things you wanted and, in a greater scale, from being happy and treated with respect.
And respect you started to demand and much happier you became, living in relative peace and solitude - safe by a few close friends - up until your days started being pestered by seven headaches you could not seem to shake away.
â-
Jungkook was the one that saw you first.
It was 3 weeks into the semester and he finally decided it was the perfect time to start going to classes, sitting in the back and only listening to about 25% of what was being said, mind floating towards more important subjects such as the package of ramen waiting for him at home. Only mildly interested in what the professor had to teach, he couldnât help but to be startled when everyone started getting up from their seats to shuffle around the room. âWhatâs going on?â he asked the guy sitting next to him.
âProfessor gave us a duo assignment.â the other man said, standing up âYou're with Y/N.â
âWho?â
The guy just pointed towards you with his chin, redirecting Jungkookâs attention before leaving. You were sitting a couple rows further down, hunched over your little green IPad as you wrote something with impressive velocity. Jungkook walked over to you, already mentally going over what he would have to do to charm you into doing everything on your own âY/N?â he called and you raised your head.
You were pretty, he noticed with satisfaction, all bright eyes and lovely features, curves everywhere he looked âYes?â
âIâm Jungkook.â he extended his hand with a casual smirk âThe professor put us together for this project.â
There had been a small, but pleasant and polite smile on your face up until he said those words, replaced by pursed lips and an arched brow. âYes, I know. Weâve had classes together for over a year now and been partnered together before.â
Uh oh. âRightâ he coughed awkwardly, fumbling under your hardened stare âso, about this projectâŠâ
âWe will meet once a week,â you said, straightforward as you turned your eyes back to your sticker-filled IPad âI will go over the theme and split the work evenly, so give me your number and I can text you with what youâre supposed to do.â
âWoah, woah, asking for my number already?â he said in a flirting manner, sitting on top of your table so he could be directly in front of you.
âWould you prefer it if I emailed it to you?â you asked without looking up.
âActually, I was thinking you could help me out a bit,â he placed his finger under your chin, raising your face towards him âyou know I have soccer practice andâŠâ
You pushed his hand away âUnless youâre playing at the World Cup, I canât see how that would be more important than your studies, so you either do your part of the assignment or get an F in it, I donât care. I wonât do all the work for you, Jeon. Not again.â
Again? Jungkook winced, trying to remember when you had met before. Surely he would remember getting his head bitten off by a snappy, pretty thing like you, wouldnât he? Surely your attitude would stand out to him amongst all the sweetness and compliance he received just for existing and smiling.
âHereâs my number.â you gave him a piece of paper with your digits written in gel sparkly ink âText me when you decide if you want to pass this class. Good day.âÂ
You looked down again, going back to your notes, signing that the conversation was over before he even had the chance to add anything more. He jumped off the desk and stepped away, looking back to see if you were looking at him, but there wasnât a single glance from your part.
Shit. Shit. He actually did have to pass this class, otherwise his overbearing soccer coach would kick him off the team. He stared down at your number, wondering what he would have to do to get you to cut him a little slack and forgive him for absolutely forgetting about your existence.Â
â
âHey, this is Jungkookâ the text from an unknown number said âlooking forward to us working together. We should get dinner sometime, get to know each other better.â
You read over the text once more, willing your heart to slow down its beating. Sure, Jungkook was charming and handsome, but you had seen this dance before. He would talk his way into your good graces, making you laugh and giggle until you had a four thousand word essay done with both your names in it and your texts to him would go unanswered and unseen.Â
This was not your first hurtful rodeo. You put your phone away, facing down, ignoring as the poor device vibrated itself off the table with the upcoming texts.
Meanwhile, across campus, Jungkook was fuming.
âOr breakfast. We should get breakfast. I know a great place.â he tried once again, but his message was left unread. Still, he persisted.
âI have a lot of great ideas for this assignment. Donât you want to know them?â he texted, even though he didnât have the faintest idea on what the assignment was even about.
âYou know, itâs rude to leave a guy hanging.â
âHow can we do this if you wonât even text me back?â
âI thought we were in this together.â
âYou know, like High School Musical.â
He kept typing out absurdity after absurdity, hoping you would dignify one with an answer. He just needed one opportunity, one openingâŠ
His text stopped going through.
âShe blocked me!â he gasped out loud.
âWho?â his roommate, Taehyung asked from where he laid on their couch, feet up on the coffee table.
âThis girl in my class. We have this project together and she blocked me!â
Taehyung sent a disbelieving look his way âWere you actually planning to do the work?â
âDonât be ridiculous. Obviously not.â
His friend rolled his eyes âObviously not. So whatâs your plan here?â
Jungkook didnât answer, too busy looking for alternative ways to contact you. After a few minutes of research, he found your Instagram. You were cute, he noticed again, scrolling through your few posts, all relatively recent. You had a very specific style, a tasteful mix or dark and edgy with splashes of pink and bows, tight corsets under leather jackets that he couldnât help but stare appreciatively, the flattering material clinging to your waist line and pushing your breasts up, exposing the soft freckled top of cleavage to his always hungry eyes. In your pictures, your eyes shone brightly, crinkling at the sides from your ever present smile and he could not understand why you hadnât directed one of those to him.Â
It was unsettling, to say the least, but he could not allow his annoyance to take over. He needed your help if he wanted to pass that class and if he had to use unconventional ways to get your attention, he would.Â
And so, much like a little boy pulling at a girlâs braids, he started liking and spamming the comments of every single post you had.
â
There were whispers all around you, your worst nightmare.
You were at the school library, getting work done while drinking from your fourth cup of coffee, hands shaking due to caffeine and anxiety, your ever present friends. You tried to focus on your books and carefully written notes, but every word you could barely hear and every look you felt over your shoulder seemed to dig claws into your skin. You knew what they were saying. You heard it all the way from your dorm to your classes and couldnât seem to escape them.Â
âDid you see Jungkookâs comments on her pictures? Whatâs that about?â
âItâs not like thereâs a lot to comment, is there?âÂ
âMaybe he thought it was someone else?â
âItâs probably a prank.â
âI bet he was hacked.â
Of course, why else would someone like Jungkook - a campus prince, popular soccer player, heartthrob - show interest in you?Â
It hurt, but a small part of you still agreed with those mean spirited whispers. You closed your eyes, trying to even your breathing and will those thoughts away. You knew better, had learned better than to measure your value by how interested some boy was in you.
When you opened your eyes again, Jungkook was in front of you.
You barely had time to process his presence when the voices picked up volume, your skin prickling and eyes aching to remain dry.Â
âWhatâs Jungkook doing with Fat Y/N?â
That word shouldnât be as hurtful as it was - after all, it was just an adjective, just the current state of your body that served only to carry your thinking mind, your feeling heart. But people always said it like a curse, wielding it like a sword.
You closed your eyes again and when you opened once more, Jungkook was still there. Looking furious.
âWhat are they saying?â
âWhat they always saidâ you shrugged, avoiding his eyes by looking down at your papers.
Jungkook didnât move for a while, hearing people pretend to whisper around you but it was clear that the motherfuckers wanted you to hear. Was it always like this for you, he wondered, watching as you focused on whatever book you had in front of you, hunched over with tense shoulders, your face a far cry from the luminescent one he saw on your Instagram, not a hint of that smile he wanted directed at him so unreasonably.
He couldnât just stand there and watch you struggle to keep your posture.Â
You felt him standing up and leaving more than you saw him. Good, you thought. He should leave, like everyone did, scared away by that one word that followed you around like a brand. He was probably embarrassed to be seen with you, you assumed bitterly, and there was no place in your life for people who didnât want you proudly by your sideâŠ
Jungkook sat back in the chair in front of you and you couldnât help but gape at the impressive bouquet of red daisies he extended towards you.
âTake itâ he said, but you couldnât move, could barely hear the furious voices around you over the roaring beat of your heart.
You⊠You had never gotten flowers.Â
âTake itâ he repeated âI almost got run over because of this, the least you can do is accept it.â
âJungkookâ you whispered, dumbfoundedly accepting the bouquet âwhatâs this?â
âPeople keep doubting I could be interested in youâ he said and there was an edge to his tone you did not expect âmaybe this could help clear up some rumors.â
âThis is not your battle to fightâ you held the flowers close to your chest carefully, looking up at him with distrust, unable to understand his motives âIâm used to this sort of thing and I donât care about those stupid rumors.â
You were used to it? That just made Jungkook angrier. How could you be used to that sort of treatment?Â
Jungkook was a lot of things - spoiled, a little lazy, sometimes a dick. But he wasnât a bigot and he wasnât about to stand around and let you become used to being disrespected if there was something - anything! - he could do about it âI like picking up fightsâ.
âIs this just pity?â you asked and he could see walls around you that stood thousands of feet tall âIs this because of that stupid assignment? Because Iâm not going to do all the work just because you got me some flowersâŠâÂ
He raised his hands and smiled at you âDonât worry, sweetheart, Iâll do my workâ he said, a new goal in mind as he saw you recoil from him with eyes filled with wariness like a suspicious kitten âYou said once a week, right? Howâs friday for you?âÂ
You still clung to your bouquet like a lifeline âThat works, I guess.â
âGreat!â he clapped loudly, standing up and catching the eye of those around him âIâll see you around, sweetheart.â
âDonât call me sweetheartâ you mumbled, but he pretended not to hear as he crossed the table around to your side, quickly leaving a kiss to your heated cheek before you had the chance to react.
âAlright, sweetheart, Iâll see you aroundâ he said, making sure everyone in the library could hear him âdo me a favor and unblock me, ok?â
You flipped him off, both for stealing a kiss and that stupid nickname, but he just laughed it off.
âThatâs my girlâ he said and the library erupted in renewed whispers.
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Kick your ass
Note: Hi everybody long time no see! I would assume that is doesn't come as a surprise when I say being a flight attendant leaves no room for writing much less doing anything else but sleeping but here we are after what I'm sure can be counted as forever. Anyways I feel like this story is when your partner just isn't getting it right and it's driving you crazy and you get a little ( or a lot) sassy. I'm so happy to have finally written something in so long and I hope you love it!
Word count-2.3K
Warnings- none unless you count cussing
Summary: Lately all your mate does is piss you off. And don't get it wrong you love him but you are more than ready to kick his ass.
You love Azriel with all of your heart, your whole being if you're being completely honest but lately he has done nothing but piss you off. It first started with him going on a mission during the middle of your cycle. Since the moment you knew Azirel was your mate you gave clear explicit instructions that Azriel was to be no more than five feet away from you during that time of the year unless it was for something of the utmost importance and could not be handled by anyone else. Imagine your surprise when he started grabbing his leather clothing after he had made you breakfast and had gotten you comfortable in your bed that could fit three grown Illyrian men.Â
âAnd just where do you think you're going?â Azriel could feel like distaste dripping off of your words and hitting him in the back as he was faced away from you. It was no secret that Azriel loved you more than life itself and would do absolutely anything to keep you safe and happy but when you were on your period you could be a handful and more often than not you tested his never ending patience until you actually found the end of its supply. With a slow release of his breath he turns around to find you perched on the edge of the bed throwing an angry glare in his direction. âListen babyâ the shadowsinger slowly approached you like you were a wild animal ready to strike at any moment and honestly that comparison isnât too far off with the way you look like you're ready to rip his head off of his shoulders. âYou know I wouldnât go unless I had to, yeah?â he kneels before you gently rubbing comforting circles on your bare thigh while giving you a soft smile reserved for only you. âIs the information you retrieve from this mission of that great value?â he watched as you paused waiting for the answer that both he and you already knew. âIs there no one else beneath you who could do it instead?â And while yes there were people beneath him that could handle this task, Azriel is a perfectionist and would like to make sure things get done right. âIs it so important that you must leave your mate during their cycle knowing the excruciating pain I endure? It's so important you must put this before your mate?âÂ
Azriel knew this conversation was a losing battle on his end but he also knew if he would like to be able to sleep next to you tonight that he must offer something to make up for it. âNo my love, there isnât anyone else who can handle this as they are all busy at the moment but donât worry I will be back before dinner.â Even as you glowered down at him all the shadowsinger could think about was two things. One, he is definitely in trouble and two, how stunning you look. âI donât care if no one else can do it, get that brute of your brother to handle it.â You waved your hand in a dismissive way as if to send Cassian on this mission yourself and Azriel couldnât help but lay his head on your legs and laugh and your attitude.Â
The next time Azriel made you mad was during a family dinner with the inner circle. At first with all the new people, family dinners were a little awkward and unbearable mostly due to Cassians pinning over Nesta and her constant blatant rejection but also because of the middle sister's fascination with your mate. Did she know he was your mate? Yes. Did that stop her from having a crush? Absolutely not.
As you were getting ready to head down to Feyres and Rhysands new house you had made it clear he needed to put his foot down and tell Elain he was not and would never be interested in a relationship with her otherwise you would handle it yourself and Azriel knew that meant you would become your own nasiter version of Nesta and you would tear her down until she couldnât even look you in the eyes. It may not be the best way to handle her crush but until Azriel when it came to dealing with people who had a crush on him you tended to leave your manners at the door.Â
Everything was going well at the river house until you walked into the dinning room with Amren and spot your mate seated next to Elain on one side and Mor on the other side. The whole group could feel the shift in the temperature as it dropped and you gave a cold and pointed stare to your mate. Possessing the same powers as Rhysand you barged into his mind âWhat the hell is this?â without responding he gently shakes his head in a not right here manner and pleading with his eye for you to just let this go. Silently you take your seat across the table from him and sit next to your high lady and Amren. For the rest of the dinner you say nothing as your pin Azriel to his seat as your seething anger radiates off of you and hits him like a tidal wave over and over again never once giving him a break.Â
âY/nâ Azriel had waited until after you had taken your bath and done your fifteen step skin and body care route and had gotten into bed with your current book you picked to read before approaching you. He gently sat down on the bed next to your legs and hopped you don;t make him sleep on the couch tonight. âI know you're upset with what happened at dinner but it just happened one minute I was talking with Mor and the next Elain was ushering us all in to eat dinner and she just happened to sit next to me.â As he gave his explanation of the night's events you had closed your book and laid it in your lap and nodded silently in understanding waiting for your mate to be done talking. âIs that so?â you asked in a thoughtful way. Now Azriel has been with you long enough to know that tone of voice and that statement should strike the fear of every god into him and it definitely did. âYes, I promise that's what happened.â Once again you nodded in understanding before tilting your head to the side with a confused look on your face. âSo if that's all that happened then why would Elain feel comfortable sitting next to you knowing that you have a mate who cannot stand her crush on you? And didnât I tell you to make sure Elain knew in no uncertain terms that her fantasy of having a relationship with you was nothing more than a fantasy and if she tried I would kill her?â Azriels heart dropped to his stomach as he listened to you talk, he had known that there was something he needed to do but as soon as he entered the house Cassian gave him a cup of a mysterious alcohol and Rhysand had beckoned him over to fill him in on the status of a mission one of his spies were on. And before he knew it Morrgian had whisked him away to talk about her journey on the continent and the information she had obtained while there and the next thing he knew he was sat between the girl he used to have a crush on and the girl who currently has a crush on him. Candidly he knew he was fucked.Â
âLet's go with your version of events like you said they happened shall we? I am going to assume you got too busy with everyone to tell Elain to knock off her childish behavior, which you would have done in a much nicer way because you are you. Then why didnât you say anything to her when I walked in or better yet why didnât you get up to sit next to me instead?â As a professional interrogator your mate knew you had just walked him into a trap and for a split second he wondered why you didnât have his job instead. âBaby you know both of those options would have been rude and probably would have ruined the dinner.â Nodding in fake understanding you inspect your nails giving it a brief second before responding âAnd you are the shadowsinger of the night court. One of the most feared males in Prythian and you couldnât muster up the courage to say something to Elain? How ironic is that.â You scoffed and shook your head in a surprised manner and needless to say he ended up sleeping on the couch that night.Â
The last straw was watching Azriel train the valkyries and watching them not so subtly drool over your mate. You wouldnât be one to blame them if they had done so in a respectful way but they were bluntly flirting with your mate right in front of you. One thing you loved about Azriel was how secure he was in your relationship. No one could make him look in the direction that wasnât you, if someone was trying to flirt with him he didnât register it unless it was you. And normally you wouldnât have a problem with that except three girls were currently trying to make a pass at him and he had no reaction. Most would take that in a positive way but not you, you wanted him to shut that down the second it started and make a clear line in the sand on what was expected from the student-teacher relationship amongst him and the Valkyries he was training. âAzriel!â You had barely shouted his name from across the training platform on the house of wind but it felt as if you had. He turned around to see you leaned against the wall with your arms crossed over your chest and face set in a scowl while glaring at him. Turing to look at the trainees before him he instructs them on what to do next before quickly making his way to you. âYes my love?â he asks in such a hushed and concerned tone that you almost forget what you called him over to yell at him about, but over his shoulder you see one of the girls check him out and suddenly you remembered all over again what it was that you needed to speak to him about. âYou need to tell your students to stop checking you out and to close their mouths before they start drooling all over themselves.â Your mate's face scrunched in confusion. Azriel may be an excellent observer but when it came to himself not so much. He couldnât see his own beauty that was hand crafted from the gods themselves, he couldn;t see how his quiet and standoffish personality drew people in, he couldn't see all of the things that you loved about him could all be the reason that other people lust after him.Â
His shadows gave him a play by play of what his students had been doing while he wasnât focused on each person in particular and how you had been brewing in your anger in the corner by yourself. As soon as you put on your fighting leathers this morning Azriel knew he was doomed as it was your ritual to fight each other everyday during training but seeing you in the corner pissed that other people had been checking him out brought his demise to a whole nother level. Azriel subtly glanced down at where your arms were crossed over your chest and he thanked the gods for your outfit. âYou sound a little upset, my love.â Once more you send him one of your signature pointed looks âYeah you would be upset also if the roles were reversed.â He shrugs slightly while tilting his head and wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer to his body. âYouâre not wrong I would be upset because nobody gets to look at you that way unless it's me.â He pulls you even closer to his body until youâre chest to chest with him and he bends down to whisper in your ear. âBeat me in a match and I will make sure they know Iâm no one else's but yours. I'll let you claim me anyway you want, hell Iâll even let you do it in front of them if that will make you feel better.â Both you and Azriel knew the game he was playing at but neither of you cared, well him less than you. You pulled away slightly to look up at your mate and see the smirk resting upon his very kissable looking lips âSounds like a deal to me because Iâve been wanting to kick your ass all week.âÂ
The shadowsinger followed behind you with a laugh and he shook his head in amusement while taking in your figure from behind. He watched as you got into your fighting stance and waited for him to do the same. He held his hand up to signal you to give him a moment. Turning around to look at the Valkyries in training he gathered their attention without saying a word. âI think it's about time to see what the last remaining real valkyrie looks light during a fight and maybe then you can aspire to be a fraction of as good as my beautiful mate is.â He turned back around to see you glowing with confidence, determination and love, but also the want to make sure you won his bet. Gods he knew this was going to lead to some great sex after you kicked his ass and he couldnât be looking forward to it more.
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seventeen members as love tropes: lee chan
age gap (younger/older)
'open your eyes and see, i'm all you'll ever need'
'age is just a number.'
you sigh, turning to look at chan. 'how many times you're going to repeat that?'
'as many times as it'll take to stick in your head,' he responses easily, ignoring your flat tone and bad mood. 'age is just a number, it means nothing. so what that i am younger? does that make me less of a man?'
'lee chan, i just failed my economy midterm, how about we'll discuss the nuances of what it takes to be a man a bit later?' you deadpan, trying to keep a strict face when boy in front of you blushes.
channie blushes so prettily, you can't help but notice. he, in general, is a very pretty boy, something that you unfortunately also can't help but notice. his profile is worth painting a picture for, his smile makes you feel warm even in the coldest days and his energy levels never fail to surprise you. he also is, well, younger. much younger.
'it's just one midterm,' he soothes and moves closer, taking something out of his bag. 'it won't heavily affect your overall score, no? here, i bought your favorite croissants with pistachio from that bakery down the street.'
you frown. 'down the street? that's a really expens- channie, those croissants are really expensive.'
boy next to you has the audacity to simply shrug his shoulders like it's not a big deal. 'so what? you like them, right?' at your nod, he smiles. 'then it's okay that they are expensive.'
and it's- terribly sweet. extremely thoughtful. very kind. chan treats you like no one did before and you two are not even dating. he's finishing his first year in uni, works half-time in the library and has several basketball trainings a week but somehow always finds time for you. he is there when you're on your close-up duty in the coffee shop you work, always with umbrella cause he knows you don't have one and waits patiently for you to check all locks and then walks you back to the dormitory under the 'it's so dark outside, it's unsafe' excuse. he remembers your favorite everything from snacks to tv shows and always sends you funny memes about them to cheer you up during midterms/exams week or leaves something at your dorm for you to pick up. he listens to your endless rambles about what awaits you after uni as you're on your last year and lets you cry it out on his shoulder, never minding wet patches you leave on his shirts. chan could've been your boyfriend, really. but he's so young and you feel like you're robbing him out of experiencing this university at full even when your age difference is not that big. but why would a first year boy date forth year girl?
'you're supposed to eat them, you know,' he gently nudges your shoulder, pulling you out of sad thoughts. 'have they already gone cold? we have microvewave on our floor, if you wait here i can quickly run-'
'no need,' you interrupt, barely breathing due to how tight your chest is. exactly how much this boy is ready to do for you? 'i'll eat it like that. thank you very much, channie.'
he beams at you and he really has no business in being this cute, it does something weird to your heart. you both sit in comfortable silence as you think about all the instances when chan barelled you with his 'age is just a number'. he got hooked on you pretty much the moment you two met and for the last six months you've been hearing the same 'age is just a number' five times a week.
'are you really very sad because of the midterm?' he asks in a quiet voice. 'or is there something else?'
of course there is something else. uncertainty about the future, anxiety over the rest of the midterms, fear of failing - 'yeah, just that midterm,' you mutter, trying to fake a smile.
'why are you lying?' his tone is too harsh for you not to flinch. 'why are you lying to me right now? is it because i'm younger?'
'wha- chan, what?' you ask, baffled.
chan takes a deep breath and stares back at you with utmost seriousness. 'you think just because i'm younger i won't be able to take it? won't be able to be there for you and support you in your struggles? why are you lying to me? why you are not telling the whole truth about what's bothering you? you think i can't help just because i'm not your age or older? is this it?'
he actually is upset, you realize in shock. chan looks like he's two seconds away from pulling his hair out or crying, whichever is more fitting. his eyes are pleading you to come clean to him, to let him be there for you and your throat constricts with unsaid words. no one has ever shown this consistent interest in you, no one ever made it clear about their intentions and this right now, coming from a boy who's much younger, who only now dips his toes in the mature world makes you want to cry. it must show on your face, because chan's face crumples and he quickly sits closer to you, mumbling 'please, please don't cry, i'm sorry!' and rubbing your back.
'i'm fine, i'm fine,' you say, wiping away few tears. 'sorry, i'm weirdly overemotional these days.'
'nothing to be sorry for,' he instantly says, frowning. 'are you okay? did i upset you?'
you shake your head, smiling a little. 'no. you just made me realize what douchebags i dated before you.'
'oh.' chan's eyebrows quirk in a cute way. 'uh- you're welcome?'
cracking up, you lean further into him and chan welcomes it readily, wrapping his arms around you. he's warm and solid and it feels good and safe to stay like that with him. age is just a number. 'channie,' you start and he hums a little, letting you know that he's listening. 'i don't want to burden you with my soon-to-graduate kind of problems, when you've just started your uni life here. you've got so much going on and i-'
'i'm very strong,' chan interrupts with voice full of determination. 'i can have my own problems and take care of yours at the same time, i promise.'
it's sweet. so terribly, horribly sweet, you think you're going to kiss him right now. and you do, smiling when he instantly hugs you tighter and kisses you back. god, it feels good to be wanted. when you lean back, channie is staring at you in awe, stars shine in his eyes so brightly that you can't help but kiss him again. 'okay, strong boy,' you mutter, cuddling up to him. 'you got me in the end. age is just a number.'
a/n: finishing up these series pretty soon, whew! how did you like this one? come say hi <3 - nini
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home;run -> fem!reader x mlb!mingyu, mlb!vernon, mlb!dk
College didn't work out, so you're stuck with the next best thing. Living with your superstar brother, traveling with his championship winning team, haunted by your past and heavily influenced by your present.
wc; {part two} 5.6k warnings; 18+, sexual content, alcohol consumption/abuse, bad influences around her, manipulation, her name gets taken advantage of in public media, if i missed anything please let me know!! notes; hi, i am posting & feeling shy. please enjoy. <3 dusting off my fingers for this one, i am still not feeling 100%, thank you everyone for your kind words & messages. peese n lurv. <3
Weeks ago your brother decided this Mingyu thing was good, but only in theory. Parading around with him, hanging out with him, going to bars with him, hooking up with him⊠All of it actually happening, not good.
DK would prefer you to have these rendezvous with someone who didnât try to drink his body weight in liquor each time the first can hit his hand, but alas, you were brought home safe every time, so who was he to complain or pick and choose who you can and canât hang out with.
After their first few seasons together it was clear the two had different outlooks on life, neither of them really in the wrong with how they chose to go about their time, but they didnât match. They clashed. Your brother, after spending time educating himself on his fathers history and evidently learning that baseball wasnât the only thing he played, he took a different approach to dating, to women. He was a proper gentleman, DK was, never using his status to acquire a girlfriend with status or money or a title, he searched for love.
A star studded, best pitcher in baseball shouldnât have had his heart broken as many times as his had been, he shouldâve been the one breaking hearts. The girls wanted his money, and they only liked him because he played baseball. His status, his money, his title. All the things he didnât necessarily want, but had been blessed with.Â
He was a good man, and he was always right, but youâd never admit that to his face. Especially after that night, after a weekend of staying at Mingyuâs. DK had sat you down, he spoke for many minutes, many dragging minutes, a monologue full of âWouldnât you prefer to do something else?â and âHave your friends from Nasara come out to stay with us sometime, maybe you all can spend time in the city together.â He never said the words, âDonât date Mingyu,â but you know he despised the idea.
Deep down you despised it too.Â
The hunk of golden muscle with a voice so pretty and persuading, he wanted to be your boyfriend. Mingyuâs asked a few times before, letting it become your decision, always telling you heâd wait for you, and that you were his no matter what, that he was here for you, he wanted to take care of you, he wanted to love you. Heâd keep his word, you knew he would. It was Mingyu, he kept his promises, he spoke with utmost intent, he didnât say shit just to say it, nor was he using it to coerce you into his sheets. That you did on your own.
His curly hair, his sappy brown eyes, youâd drown it in, in him, suffocate yourself with Mingyu, all of him until the guilt wallowing in your gut was gone. With each passing day it grew smaller. After each night with Mingyu it was easier to deal with. Like last night, like this entire trip would be.
Arriving in Haos, in the warm air that breezed over your skin like a dream when you stepped out of the airport hand in hand with Mingyu sending cameras flashing away, you finally felt like you could breathe. Away from Iloa, away from the restraints the city put on you, really your brother, this trip felt like freedom. Haos has always been a place youâve thrived since you were a little girl, traveling back and forth on a jet with your parents and DK, vacationing for months throughout the summer, laying on these beaches until your skin couldnât take it any longer. The air was different here, it excited you.
It invited you to dance in it, to get lost in it like you did Mingyu.
And thatâs just what you did.
Waking up to sunshine peeking through the heavy grey curtains of the hotel room, washing over you where you laid in the king sized bed buried in white sheets and blankets, you didnât even want to open your eyes. Pressing your hands to your forehead first, rolling onto your back, the ache squeezing your brain threatened your stomach, but you wouldnât allow it to go any further. Taking a slow, calculated deep breath you lay your arms beside you and stretch, your limbs barely reaching the edges of the mattress. Muscles sore, body tired, you blinked open your eyes and scolded the light with a groan.
Moving beneath the covers, the soft sheets caressing your bare skin, you tugged them off and took your time sitting up. The weight in your head shifted, almost sending you forward. Clamping your hands to your knees, still blinking fervently in the bright sunshine, you find clothes scattered about the floor, your bell bottom jeans inside out and slung over a dresser across the room from you.
You werenât sure whose room you were in, but the denim jacket, Nike luggage, and custom sneakers let you know where you were. Dragging a hand through your hair, the blow dry still bouncing even though your jaw ached, you took another breath and made your way out of his bed.
These headlines were gonna be good.
You scrolled, and scrolled. Instagram, Twitter, all the accounts that reported on you, that reported on Mingyu, you scrolled, and you read. Wandering out of bed, you scrolled, sitting on the toilet, you scrolled, brushing your teeth, you scrolled. The photos were cute, Mingyuâs arm either around your back or shoulders, unless his hand was wrapped around your neck or squeezing your ass. More often than not your lips were locked, the two of you âunable to get enoughâ as one drama influencer said on her story.
Youâve been here one night and have already achieved what you came here to do.
There was a certain rush accompanied by seeing your name in posts, in headlines, coming out of peoples mouths. Everyone had their thing, everyone in your life, they had their thing. This was yours, and people were catching on. After each blow up of news, of rumors, of new photos, your follower count grew.
But where there were fun people talking about you, doing their makeup in their âGet Ready With Me and Chit Chat About Moon IslaâŠâ videos and TikToks, there were the assholes, mostly men, who spewed their worthless thoughts. Thatâs what DK would say. Mingyu had started saying it too, that those kinds of people had nothing better to do with their lives.
It didnât mean their words didnât hurt.
âI mean, sheâs sloppy, sheâs drinking all the time, and heâs there to carry her around,â a man with a microphone in his face and big headphones on around his head spoke from your phone. Dressed now, having read an article that informed you that you bought the entire bar shots of tequila, you attempted to liven up your face in the mirror that stretched across the bathroom wall. âHis team is in Haos to train. To practice. To begin their season to take back their trophy, and this bitch is with them, dragging Kim all along Festa Street.â Slicking clear gloss over your lips, you narrowed your eyes and glared at the man on the screen.
Fair skinned, bald, with a bush on his face and all around his jaw. He had that nagging sort of voice, one that tugged on your eardrums and stabbed them thousands and thousands of times with tiny needles filling you with rage.
âPhotos came out right away when the team got there, you know,â the man said, and his partner, another bald man with a Lions hat on, hummed in agreement. âNot a smile on his face. Sunglasses on, gear on his back, his hat tugged over his forehead. Now what do you think that means?â
âHeâs hungover,â the partner said. The man threw his hands out to the side and cackled.
âThank you, heâs hungover, and he has to play today.â You scoffed and snatched your phone off the counter. âTheyâre lucky the new first-â
âShut up,â you groaned, swiping away to another video. A girl with long, waist length braids in her hair, each one entwined with a fun color was smiling to the camera.
âGuys,â she finally whispered after a second of staring. A giggle corrupted her, sending her face down into her pillows. The camera shook, then she picked her head back up and widened her eyes for a few seconds. âHow do I become her?â She slapped a hand over her mouth, then giggled maniacally again. âHow do I- Wait, hang on.âÂ
The camera cut and a picture showed up behind her. Your cheeks warmed. Mingyu had you pressed to a pillar in one of the bars you were in, the name unknown to you. His hands were in the back pockets of your jeans and his forehead was pressed to yours. The way he smiled down at you, god. The picture was a little blurry, a little grainy, but damn. He wasnât looking at you like you were his dinner. Hearts engulfed his irises.
âGuys?!â The girl shrieked and you jumped, forgetting she was here. âKim Mingyu, save me! Look at this, do you see this, are we all okay after thisâŠâ She rambled more nonsense, and youâre certain the thousands of comments were agreeing with her. On every video of girls like this the comments were full of more girls saying the same exact thing.
You dared, and you clicked.
âhow does she not die when he looks like thatâ
âLORD WHEN IS IT MY TURRRRRRNâ
âShes so lucky waht the actual fuck guys its not fair.â
âhow are they NOT DATINGâ
How are they not dating? How are you not dating Mingyu? How could you look at a photo like this one, all of it screaming that he loved you, how could you see this, witness this, live this, and not date him? Not want to date him?
Locking your phone, tossing it to the counter, you returned to your makeup and put on fresh mascara, not that anyone was going to see it.
Venturing out into the room, side stepping articles of clothing, you pulled on one of Mingyu's grey Lions teeâs and wiggled back into the jeans you wore last night. Your luggage was elsewhere. DK would tell you where it ended up, heâd tell you where you were staying. You havenât seen him since you left the airport, you were not looking forward to the lecture youâd get when you met him at the field.
Sliding thick black sunglasses onto your nose, making sure your hair framed your face, you spritzed some of Mingyuâs cologne onto your neck, dropped your things into your little purse, slid into your shoes, and left his room behind.
The team was gone, theyâd been out on the field for two hours already. Nearing eleven oâclock you werenât sure who else would be left behind here at the hotel, hopefully someone youâd catch a ride with, but to your demise as you wandered the halls and rode the elevator down to the lobby, your least favorite people were here.
The WAGs.
A piercing cry echoed through the air and the glass ceiling of the lobby.
The WAGs and their children.
To the right of the main lobby, the carpeted area where large leather couches and a fireplace lived, fabulous heads of hair sat around or stood with their babies in their arms. Tight jeans, fun Lions themed jackets, the whole thing screamed WAGs and it made you want to gag.Â
Then you remembered what shirt you put on and kept your thoughts to yourself.
Already regretting approaching them, you took yourself toward the couches and attempted to smile at them. In an instant their chatter quieted, their attention turned to you, and they broke out in cheesy greetings. There were only a few faces you recognized.
Seungcheols wife, Talia, who was very pregnant, had their son Tao on her hip where she stood in front of the couches. Luscious blonde hair flowing toward her waist, her full face of makeup smiled back at you. She was one of the few you actually trusted. Gesturing toward her knee high wedged boots, you shot her a thumbs up. From what you know she was weeks from popping out kid number two, so how she was walking around in those boots, props to her.
On the couch directly in front of you rocking her crying baby sat Daya, a brunette with macchiato colored skin married to the Lions second basemen, Soonyoung, or Hoshi, as the city of Iloa called him. They havenât been married long, but their baby girl, Tora, was six months old. Hoshi was one of the reasons the team started to crumble last season. Between Daya and his new daughter, the family fought the narrative the entire off season.Â
Daya sat beside Halle, a woman with curly black hair hanging at her shoulders and the smoothest dark chocolate complexion. She bounced a baby in her arms, her and her husband, Minghao, their eight month old, Sunday. Another daughter born into the Lions family, one toward the beginning of the season, the family just missing the reason for crumble rumors.
The two were best friends, Daya and Halle, just as were Hoshi and Minghao. With their chins turned up at you and their seemingly judging eyes studying what you wore and how you wore it, they smiled and shared a look.
âIsla youâre so fun,â Talia said with a shake of her head.Â
Daya laughed under her breath. âSheâll be one of us soon,â she grumbled, and Halle laughed with her.
âLeave the girl be,â Jihyo spoke up as she passed by the couches, wandering behind her and Junhuiâs four year old son, Jisoo. Jun belonged to the Lions long before DK had ever been traded, he was a veteran in Iloa. He and his wife, a couple of high school sweethearts, welcomed you back time and time again, treating you no differently, as if no time had ever passed. Just seeing her face was relief enough.
âHey,â you half whispered, reaching out for her. She took your hand and squeezed it, the smile lines on her cheeks accenting her stunning smile. Talia watched your hands meet, then watched the interaction, adjusting her baby on her hip. âItâs so nice to see you.â
Jihyo tossed her dark brown hair over the shoulder of her leather jacket. âItâs so much nicer seeing you. Donât let these girls be mean to you,â she shot Daye and Halle a glare and the two turned toward one another, âSheâs a baby, sheâs not having any anytime soon.â Smiling back at you, she squeezed your hand once more before returning to her motherly duties. âYou came down just in time, theyâre picking us up any minute now.â
âHow are things with Mingyu?â Daya asked, giving you another once over. âYou guys conjure quite the crowd.â You didnât like the way her eyes felt.
Shrugging, you pursed your lips and said, âThings are great. Why?â
She and Halle spoke to one another again with their eyes, then Minghaoâs wife looked up at you. âWhy arenât things official, Isla?âÂ
Because if things become official then you end up on the couch here with these women and their babies, maybe even with a few of your own. You become a WAG, your entire identity succumbed down into just being someone's wife, someone's mother. Youâd be an extension of him, of Mingyu, itâs what he wanted you to be even if heâs never explicitly said it.
But, he has.
Youâre his. Youâre his whether the label is there or not.
The label.
More of their questions bounced back and forth between them. âHas he not asked?â âYou have to do something, Isla, you canât just be his pet.â âI mean, what does it look like, you traveling with him to do what, party and sleep together?â âWeâve seen the photos, everyone has, you guys have something-â
âIt is official,â you said with a sureness that shut them up.
The words were set in stone before you had a chance to take them back. The chatter of the wives and girlfriends in the lobby filled the air and did nothing to ease the anxiety around the next news story you just created for yourself. For Mingyu. For your brother.
Exactly what he didnât want.
Taking a deep breath, you thought to yourself, oh well.
Youâd be a different type of WAG, youâd change what it meant. You would not end up here wedged between Daya and Halle, two women unable to calm their fussy babies.
Halle smirked, shaking her curls a bit. âWhat do you mean it is?â
Narrowing your eyes that she couldnât see at her, you tilted your head. âHeâs my boyfriend. Iâm his girlfriend. How much more official can it get? You want proof? Wanna see the pictures he took of us while he was in me last night?â
Daya threw her head backward with a holler of a laugh. Halleâs own jaw fell open, a scoff falling from it. Talia, eyes analyzing still, she started to smile.Â
âNo, you keep those to yourself,â Halle said.
Daya chimed in, âIf you have any of just Mingyu let us know, though.â
Your heart wouldâve shot out your chest if you werenât so hungover. âI would,â you sighed, then started toward the doors of the hotel, âBut, heâs mine!â
First one to get to the cars, recognizing your brother's driver, you beelined for the SUV and demanded he pull away and get you to the stadium before any other women could try to get into the car with you. Barely five minutes away from the hotel and twenty from the stadium, your phone buzzed from your purse, and then it buzzed again, and again. Pulling it out you sighed at the notifications polluting your screen, but werenât surprised in the slightest.
Someone got their check.
âBREAKING NEWS: The Lions Princess confirms her relationship withâŠâ
It was too long to read across the screen.
âMoon Isla and Kim Mingyu CONFIRMED!â
âITâS OFFICIAL!â
No matter who it was, no matter who sold the story or leaked it, you didnât have time to feel bad for them, nor yourself. You were well off and doing better for yourself without the need to leak info to the press for a paycheck. You have a DK, and now you have a boyfriend, who doesnât know heâs your boyfriend yet, but is about to find out he is your boyfriend and probably already did.Â
Now you had to tell him in person.
And you had to swear to yourself that you were not going to become one of the WAGs.
As easy as it would be to just hand your whole life over to somebody, to follow them around, to have them take care of you for as long as they saw fit⊠It wasnât you.
And it wasnât going to be you.
The stadium in Haos couldnât compare to the one in Iloa. Smaller, less sparkly and flashy, positioned directly in the sun, this stadium was lucky the Lions continued to come here to train for a month and a half. The tickets they sold within February and March were probably enough to fund the rest of the year for this company.Â
To the Lions it was home away from home. A field to play on, a place to stay. Players like your brother saw it that way, he and a few others like Junhui, they had an appreciation for it. As long as they were throwing a baseball, running the bases, rolling in the grass, they were happy. You had few memories of this place, one of them being finally kissing Mingyu for the first time when you were eighteen and in Haos with your family for a weekend to watch the Lions play a series here. It was something short and sweet but all the more delicious.Â
It was sneaky, in a hallway away from celebrations and cameras. The two of you had spent nearly the entire weekend together, talking, re-getting to know one another like most of the time like this was spent. He only kissed you after a dinner with the team, after a few drinks downed by the both of you, his liquid courage hands dancing along your neck gently before they took your cheeks and pulled you into him.
You started at Nasara that fall, though you longed to go back to that weekend every damn day of that grueling first semester. With little to no contact between you and Mingyu, it was easy to slip away from him, and you did so without even realizing it. There came a point in time where he wasnât even a second thought, a side thought, a thought way in the back of your brain, he was just⊠gone.
Coming here, spending time at the stadium with the team you hoped that feeling would come back. That first feeling. The way nerves below your skin buzzed as he touched you, as he smiled at you and tipped his chin closer, whispering to you how he hopes no one turns the corner. His soft lips, his strong hands, his chiseled body you simply melted into⊠Everything about it screamed perfect.
Strutting over the concrete, a coffee acquired in your hand, sun blazing on your back, coaches, security, and other WAGs standing around eyeing you or trying to say hello, you ignored them and kept your head on straight, knowing he was at the end of this pathway. The stands of seats towered over your head, casting shadows onto the pavement, leading you toward the fence you so easily walked around with no one to stop you. Your feet quieted as the grass began, shade covering the green so lush you almost felt bad you were flattening it beneath your shoes.
The boys werenât actively playing at the moment, the most activity happening that you could see was that of your brother and the Lions catcher Jihoon, or Woozi, stretching in the outfield together in their sponsored Under Armour get ups. Everyone else was wandering the dirt, chatting it up along the dugout, or checking out their gear. Few players stood in their positions from what you could see, everyone's backs to you as you approached the third base line.
âIsla!â His voice brought an instant smile to your face. He was heard before he was seen, scanning the different figures around you, you finally found him hurrying toward you, a big, goofy smile on his cheeks. Completely different than how those men on that podcast were describing him.Â
A little bit sweaty, Mingyu wore a cut off Lions tank and matching black shorts, swapping his custom sneakers for a pair of old cleats that supposedly brought him luck while they trained. It wasnât Spring Training if he didnât have them on, no one would catch him jinxing the season before it even started. Some of his curls clung to his forehead, his skin aglow beneath the beating Haos sun.
âChange your mind, or something?â The way he scrunched his nose made you giggle. âHeard weâre dating now?â He made it in front of you finally, resting his hands on his hips as he caught his breath.
Pressing your lips together in a silly smile, you shrugged your shoulders and rocked on your feet. âMaybe we are.â He couldnât tame his happiness, you were certain his cheeks would break. âSucks I couldnât have told you first, whoâd you hear it from?â
âHoshi.â He cocked his head backward toward the dugout. Peeking around his large frame you found the two best friends side by side leaning over the fence with their chins resting on their arms looking straight toward you and Mingyu. Hoshi, hair bleached into oblivion, and Minghao, shaggy black hair hanging down his neck. Both boys wore backwards baseball caps. âAfter he told me I checked to see if you said anything to me, but you didnât.â
A pout graced your lips. âI wanted to come here and tell you, Iâm sorry.â
He moved quickly, reaching out to take you by your shoulders. âNo, please, donât apologize, holy shit, Isla. If anything Iâm sorry, it sucks that we canât say anything without someone taking it and plastering it to the internet.â His thumbs drew circles over the fabric of his own t-shirt. âThis mine?â He snickered.
âYeah,â you sang, âI was in your room, Gyu. My suitcases are MIA.â
âTheyâre in your room,â he said as if he knew where it was.
You scoffed. âAnd you didnât think to tell me where that was so I could-â
âOn the other side of the hotel in one of the towers across the property by your brother.â It was all he had to say to have you both deadpanning in seconds. âLike, a mile apart.â
Laughing within a breath you leaned into him and slid an arm around his back. âOh, agony,â you drug out, tipping your chin backward. âA mile, how ever are we going to do it?â It was too easy to make him laugh.
âDK did it on purpose,â he said quietly, bobbing his head, taking his arms around your back. âHe thinks we donât know what he does and why he does it but, itâs so obvious.â Sipping your coffee, you looked up at him and waited for more. âDoes he know you were gonna do this? Today?â
Toying with the hem of his shirt you took a breath. âNo, but I can tell you he definitely already knows, news travels fast around here.â The two of you spare your brother a glance, one he was returning. Youâve never seen DK mad, but you do know when his eyes have fallen upon something he doesnât like.
âYouâll talk him down,â Mingyu nodded, gazing back down at you. âYou always do, you have the magic.âÂ
Blinking, you turned your chin back up to him. âYou could talk to him too, yanno.â
He made a face, baring his teeth, cringing. âAh, you know how I feel about that.â
âIt could potentially turn this whole thing around if you do, Gyu,â you muttered, defeat beginning to pool within you. âYou want me, you gotta talk to him about it.â
A smile tugged at his lips as he reached for your coffee cup. âI have you. Watcha got in here?â He took a swing before you could answer him, his reaction making you laugh amongst the karma.
âBlack coffee,â you droned, taking the white cup back. âAnd sugar, because someone made me do tequila shots all night.â
Snickering, he dropped down to press a kiss to your lips, one long and slow, as if he was putting the period on the Itâs Official statement. Pulling back just slightly, Mingyu mumbled, âWhy donât you substitute that sugar for vodka so we can keep going tonight?â
âAye, Kim!â A coach called out for him, the team heading back out onto the field.
Whirling around, pulling you into his side, Mingyu waves off the batting coach and ushers you into the dugout making sure you were along the fence with a good spot to watch him hit. Along the way he whispered nonsense to you, telling you what bars you should explore tonight, where you needed to go, what food you should try, but more importantly what drinks you could get and where.
âYouâre gonna kill me, Gyu,â you whispered to him after he kissed you one last time. Laughing aloud, head thrown back with vigor, he took to home plate and his persona shifted. Gone was Gyu, out came Kim Mingyu, the Lions right fielder.
Sipping from your coffee, allowing it to ease the ache in your forehead and the unease in your gut, you stood up and wandered the empty dugout. Names were written on everything, the shirts, the bats, the gloves, the mits, it was adorable, it felt like when youâd watch your brother in little league and your father etched his name into everything he owned. Dragging your feet along the ground, dirt and pebbles scraping against the concrete beneath your shoes, you took a deep breath in through your nose and let the fresh air relax you.
Maybe this was a good thing.
The familiar sound of a baseball smacking into the glove of the catcher brought you more comfort than you ever couldâve imagined. Your brother was on the mound, Woozi behind the plate, Mingyu in the batter's box. The whooshing of the bat through the air as your boyfriend acquired another strike had the batting coach calling out a few things to him. With a small smile on your lips you wandered toward the stairs to the dugout along the first base line, stepping up them to lean against the post giving you the clearest view of the field.
Hangover aside, the day was beautiful. The weather was perfect, the boys were talking and laughing with one another, there was the crack of the ball hitting the bat filling you with excitement as someone shouted in the outfield. The ball Mingyu hit was foul, traveling just over right field, but it wasnât hit long enough for their bench player whose name you hadnât learned yet to catch it in right field. Your neck stretched, everyones did. Mingyu ran to first base, but Seungcheol would catch it before he made it down the line.
Except Seungcheol was behind home plate with the batting coach, arms folded over his broad chest, his knee wrapped in a brace.
Whipping your head back and forth, from Seungcheol eyeing the ball, to the team, then you, he shouted a name that made your blood run cold.
âHansol!â
Every bone in your body went stiff, every muscle froze. Neck nearly breaking, you plastered your eyes onto the boy standing behind first base and your coffee cup almost slipped from your trembling fingers.
You couldâve been sick. You wanted to be sick.
Months. Itâd been months.
Months of distraction, months of trying to make him go away, months of squeezing him and pushing him down into a feeling youâd only allow yourself to feel between the hours of one and three in the morning if you were any sort of sober. Even drunk, he was there, a ghost haunting your memory of what couldâve been, what you had and what you left behind. He stood here now, five foot ten, a little scrawny, a little pale. Those brown waves, they were just how you left them, fluffy, soft, inviting. His eyes, chocolate and sweet, were on you, he was looking at you, not through you, not around you, at you.
And it hurt.
Every feeling manifested into a stomach ache, a nausea so debilitating that only he would know what to do about it, like heâs done for you so many times before. The amount of times heâs held your hair, that heâs pulled it back for you. So many nights at Nasara, when he was allowed to, he would get you into your bed and make sure youâd fall asleep on your side, telling Ryujin that if either of you needed anything she could call him. Heâd try to not let you drink too much, but when he couldnât keep up with the way youâd bounce around the house heâd appear with a cup full of water and wouldnât leave you alone until you finished it.Â
Heâd bring you to Blend, heâd buy you a coffee, heâd offer you breakfast, and if you refused heâd offer his shoulder and heâd let you talk. And not once would he interrupt, heâd only look away to sip his coffee, reminding you to drink some of yours between the stories you had to tell.
Youâd follow him along to his practices, one of the only ones to sit in the stands, or behind home plate when heâd bat or train with his coaches gearing him up for this very moment.
When the hell did he get called up?
When the hell did the Lions get him?
Why the fuck is this the first youâre hearing of it, seeing it?
He missed the ball. It fell a few feet behind him. His teammates shouted for him, they tried to get his attention, so many shouts of a name so foreign to you only because you knew it wasnât his favorite. He was stuck, much like you, with a thousand things to say splayed out between the two of you.
Vernon.
He was here, in Haos, playing on the same team as your brother.Â
On the same team as your boyfriend.Â
Holy shit, Mingyu was your boyfriend.
Mingyu was your boyfriend, words you chose to say on the same day the boy you had fallen in too far deep with appears on his baseball team.
âHansol!â
Finally his gaze of disbelief was ripped from you, having you loose a breath you were holding. Murmurs of his voice, nothing more than a hum hit you where you were standing, a sound so incredibly comforting it had tears welling up in your eyes. Youâre sure it was pleading, and apologies, and excuses for missing the easiest play for a first baseman.
He hurried toward Seungcheol and the coach, as did the team, and you hightailed it off the field while no one's eyes were on you, hurried for the closest bathroom and hid yourself in a stall, collapsing to the floor with rushed breaths, willing your heart to calm down.
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Dr. Baizhu has his eyes set on you. He's so in love with you that he's willing to make you immortal as well so that the two of you could be together till the end of time.
Just like the rest of Liyue, you also had absolute faith in his Universal Diagnosis and Holistic Revivification but you don't fall ill so offen. You accompany the little children who's parents are too busy in their pursue of earning money in the harbour. Baizhu loves your little visits to bubu pharmacy, where you'll drop the kid off, talk to Qiqi, talk to Baizhu about the children's medication and take them back. He wishes to have a proper conversation with you but you don't seem to stay around.
Your head hurts. Suddenly from 2-3 days it started hurting in waves. Yesterday the pain was too much, so much so that you couldn't keep your eyes open and had to lie down.
"Dr Baizhu I took the medicine you gave yet I don't feel better. I hope it's not something bad." Baizhu places his hands under your chin and lifts it up to meet your eyes. "Don't fret dear, you can trust my Herbal Nourishment. You'll be fine in no time." So trust you did.
He treated you with utmost love and care, both medically and personally. But you noticed one thing. The more you went to Baizhu, the more.....'bizzare' your symptoms became. Symptoms that when others experienced, Baizhu would send them home with medications, but he asked you to stay with him, 'to keep an eye on you' he says
You lay on his bed, your body's temperature as high as humanly possible. It is becoming difficult for you to breath through your nose, the sound of you panting desperately for air filling the room. " Issssn't it wrong of you to keep this human conssssently ill" you could here the snake around his neck speak up. "Ah no worries, I will make sure their condition doesn't worsen, yet they are obliged to be under my care. After all the first they'll do when they wake is go back home. Now we can't have that can't we" Your head hurt too much to focus too well on his words, yet you still managed to crack open your eyes look up at him, seeing his Attentive Observation on you, a delightful smile on his face.
What can we say? He always had his eyes set on you.
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I Remember Everything - J. Sersin
whumptober masterlist || previous day
prompt: unhealthy coping mechanism
synopsis: In the aftermath of a crash, Jake tries to remember what happened, but unfortunately, he has picked up some new habits along the way
warnings: character death, grief, mentions of drinking, unhealthy ways of coping, brain injury, memory loss
word count: 1.4k
âHey this is Y/N, sorry I canât come to the phone right now. Please leave a message and Iâll get back to you as soon as possible. Bye!âÂ
The Hard Deck was a bustling place for a Friday night. The local retirees who lived on base usually came out for an early dinner followed by a drink or two. Sailors who were docked at port wanting to get a jumpstart on their weekend, before they got back underway. And the TopGun recruits, who knew that for the next ten weeks they needed to have the utmost focus and eliminate all distractions, spending their last night of freedom at the homey bar that the Navy liked to call home.Â
Jake had gotten to the Hard Deck before any of his crew did. He didnât even bother to change out of his khakis, wanting that first sip of cool amber liquid to soothe the ache in his head heâs had all day. Ever since the accident, he hadnât totally been himself. The doctor had said it was a concussion, giving him a short-term profile before sending him back up to the sky. But others, mainly Phoenix and Bradley, were convinced that they had missed something. They knew that concussions can have serious side effects, but they didnât know that they could totally change a person they once knew.Â
âSeresin,â Phoenix greeted, wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a tank top, âDidnât want to change?âÂ
âNope,â Jake shook his head, downing the shot of clear liquid in his hand. He grimaced at the burning sensation, âDidnât want to go home.âÂ
Phoenix nodded her head, counting the glasses in front of him, âGoing a little heavy already?âÂ
âAre you my fucking mom?âÂ
âDonât be a dick, Bagman,â Bradley chimed in, stepping up behind Phoenix, âItâs not even five yet and youâre halfway through a bottle of tequila.âÂ
âMy fucking god,â Jake groaned, âThis is why I donât go home. All you two do and Y/N is fucking nag me.âÂ
Bradley and Phoenix both shared a look, their hearts plummeting in their chests. Bradley lightly nudged Phoenix, telling her that it was her turn to remind him. Last time Bradley had done it, it resulted in a black eye and a busted lip.Â
âJake,â Phoenix started, placing her hand on his arm as he leaned against the bar, âY/N is gone, remember?âÂ
Jake blinked for a second, trying to recollect the memories that had been lost. That was another thing from the accident Jake had acquired, memory lost. Sometimes it was a good thing, he didnât remember the last fight he had with her, or the first time he ever saw his dad hit his mom, or even attending the funeral for his best friend. But other times it was a bad thing, such as not remembering that he had attended her funeral.Â
âOh,â He swallowed, nodding his head, âYeah I remember. I mean, she used to nag me about it.âÂ
Neither Bradley or Natasha said anything for the rest of the night, opting to just keep an eye on Jake and slip his keys from his back pocket. It was hard watching someone you love fall apart right in front of you. It was even harder when they didnât remember why they were falling apart.Â
The accident happened so fast. Jake had only been back on land for a couple of days, after a long trip underway. Y/N had made plans for the two of them to spend the day together, getting pampered and then surprising Jake to a fancy steak dinner at one of San Diegoâs top spots. Jake would never admit it outloud, but he was a sucker for a good massage and pedicure after months of sleeping on a cardboard thin twin mattress in the middle of the ocean. But while Y/N thought she was going to be surprising Jake, he was actually going to be surprising her. The ring box in his suit pocket was burning a hole while hanging up in the backseat of his truck.Â
âI really, really like that girl that Bradley has been seeing,â Y/N chatted mindlessly as they drove to the restaurant, âOh turn left at the light.âÂ
âBaby, why canât you just put the directions on the screen,â Jake chuckled.Â
âCause that would be cheating. Itâs a surprise,â Y/N rolled her eyes, âAnyway, back to the girl Bradley is seeing. We hung out a lot while you guys were gone and sheâs super cool. I feel like heâd be dumb to not tie this one down.âÂ
âYou and I both know Bradley Bradshaw isnât going to tie anyone down,â Jake said, turning the direction she wanted him to.
âYou two have something in common then,â Y/N poked and Jake shot her a look. After five years together, he knew that she was jumping at the bit to get engaged, and he was too. He just wanted everything to be perfect.Â
âI donât plan on living with a roommate until late in my forties like Bradshaw.âÂ
âHey, youâre 35, basically already- Jake!âÂ
Jake gasped as he slammed on the break, and felt his body jolt forward. The sound of smashing metal and breaking glass was loud. The deploying of the airbags were like a bomb going off in his ears as he felt the force breaking his nose. The silence though, the silence was the loudest thing as the car came to a halt after being hit. The scent of copper filled the air, Jakeâs head pounding as he turned to look towards his passenger seat.Â
âBaby,â Jake cried out. Blood was gushing from a cut on her forehead, and her shiny hair was matted and stained. Jake reached a shaky hand out, pressing his fingers to her neck, feeling for a pulse, âNo, no, no,â He sobbed, âHelp me! Call 9-1-1! Please!â Â
He could hear the commotion from outside the car, the distant sound of sirens getting closer to them. He could hear chatter and someone yelling if everyone was okay. But all Jake could do was stare at her. Despite the blood and the sprinkle of glass in her hair, she looked peaceful, as if she had just fallen asleep. Jake kissed his fingertips, before placing them against her lips.Â
âI love you,â He whispered, tears falling down his face and blurring his vision, âI want you to marry me, baby. I want you to marry me,â He was gasping for breath through his sobs, as he gently closed the eyes he loved to look into. But there was something about those lifeless orbs looking back at him, that he knew was going to haunt him forever.Â
â â âÂ
âBagman!â Bradley yelled, snapping Jake out of his thoughts, âYou alright?âÂ
âY-yeah,â Jake nodded his head, âNeed some air.âÂ
Bradley nodded, not totally believing Jake. Ever since the accident, Jake hadnât been one hundred percent the same. Sure, he had returned to flying. He got a clean bill of health from both his doctor and his shrink (something that Maverick made him go through). He had cleaned out his house, packing up all of Y/Nâs things and returning them to her mother. It had been months since the funeral, and Jake had felt like he had gone through all of the stages of grief.Â
It was just the lapses in memory that had him screwed up. And led him to picking up the bottle.Â
Once Jake was outside the Hard Deck, a fresh glass of beer in his hand, he pulled out his phone, going to the familiar messages that had all gone unread.Â
âJake: Iâm not sure where you are, but can you let me know you are okay?âÂ
âJake: sometimes i forget that you arenât coming homeâ
âJake: i miss youâÂ
âJake: Penny kicked me out of the hard deck tonight. Can you believe it?âÂ
âJake: i really really need you tonightâÂ
âJake: i got invited to bradleyâs stupid fucking engagement party. I guess you were rightâ
âJake: Where are you at?âÂ
Jake sighed as he started typing another text towards her number. He knew that Y/Nâs mother had her phone, and how pathetic it was to keep texting her number. Even sometimes he went as far as calling her, when he was too worried about where she was and really couldnât figure out why she wasnât home, the calls always went to voicemail. But when Jake couldnât remember what happened, and was wondering where Y/N was, the text thread was a gentle reminder that she wasnât coming home. That she was buried, five miles away, in a grave that still hadnât had a headstone yet.Â
âJake: Bradley decided to get married on our anniversary. I told him to fuck off, that thatâs our dayâÂ
Jake placed his phone down next to him, picking up his glass and taking a hearty sip.
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I fantasize with being part of a group that worships some entity. Like a forest sprite or a feral looking nature god.
Being one of the volunteers to participate in a ritual where the cult pleases said god in exchange for his blessings. Being all prettied up in a light gown and having simple but beautiful decorations as part of the ceremonial attire. Being led to the beast's chambers where he awaits, laying down luxuriously on bedding that accomodates his huge figure, with an array of other magical smaller creatures that serve him and wait for the ritual to begin. Having all other humans leave and approaching, nervous but excited, when he beckons me.
The only instructions for most of the ritual are just to keep still and enjoy their guidance, so when the servants approach eagerly, I would extend my arms to let them disrobe me, feeling the appreciative stare of the god as they do so. Hands suddenly all over me, preparing me for the nature god, different creatures caressing my chest, between my legs, getting me wet and heated and needy, until I'm led to lie down on the comfortable bedding too.
My legs pulled apart by two of the assistants for the nature god to direct his lustful gaze at. Hovering between then and it's hard not to tremble in anticipation. Another assistant takes a cue from the god and spreads my folds wide open, tasked to present my core to him. And he accepts it with delight, tasting me at last. My arms want to fly to my mouth to muffle my sounds but the servants hold them down to prevent just that so that the nature god can hear me. And when his tongue dips inside me, thick and wet, I'm already pushed over the edge, coming hard, but the god is greedy and I feel more hands touching my chest, rubbing against my clit, and my cries go higher in pitch, overstimulated but loving every second of it.
With a pleased rumble the beast then would roll on his back, and the only moments to breathe would be those it takes to reposition me on top him, my entrance just aligned with his throbbing cock. I can see him looking at me content and fond but nowhere near satisfied. Hands from the magical servants still hold me tight, no control on my part on when I get to lower myself and have him enter me. And I'm good and obey the rules of the ritual but my legs tremble as the moment his tongue left me, I feel needy and empty, and fuck perhaps his saliva is an aphrodisiac because despite the overestim from before my insides are on fire and I need more. And finally the hands that hold me lower me slooowly, so that I can feel every inch of the god as it stretches me to my limits and it feels like I can't breath from how good it feels. And I know the pace that follows it's one he controls, the look on his face tells me this, as he smirks at the sight of me losing my mind in pleasure as I'm bounced continually on him. And we're both lost in ecstasy without any of us moving a muscle for it.
But as his panting becomes ragged and his eyes darken into something feral and hungry, the servants know playtime is over, and swiftly move me once more. Face down and hips in the air, where they hold me as their leader takes me from behind. Thoroughly stretched his thrusts send any thoughts flying out of my mind, my whole body shaking, feeling him slam into me, deep, hard, demanding, making me orgasm, multiple hands once again touching where they can, extending my pleasure and sending me right into another orgasm. I come twice more until he suddenly stills, hitting the deepest part of me and reaches his own peak. Searing hot seed fills me, overflows, drips down my legs, makes me come with a scream, as the vibration of his growl shoots through me. I'm left panting, breathless. The servants retire and I'm left alone with him. The beast turns me over, and sets to clean me himself, dragging his tongue between my legs with utmost care, even if it provokes little aftershocks from how sensitive I am. He tells me I did a good job and that I should rest.
After all, it's just day one of the ritual.
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About the "send me a ship and one of these and i'll write a mini fic" you reblogged đ€
I was thinking about the "things you didn't say at all" one (I think it was prompt 5) and about your Feyd x Reader fic đ€ the latest chapter and it's first segment, Feyd being subby...
How about a small Feyd POV, things he didn't say but thought during this scene?? â„ïž
Absolutely no pressure, I just saw the reblog and my mind went wandering hehe đ€
*Breaks fingers* Let's do this!
TAGS/CW: Subspace!Feyd; sub!Feyd; dom!Reader; first time topping; mentions of switching; riding; service bottom Feyd; overstimulation, masochism; knifeplay; nipple play; multiple orgasms, creampie, oral sex (M+receiving); body worship; come eating; mentions of past self-harm; mentions of past dubcon, mentions of past noncon/CSA; mentions/fantasies about smothering kinks; references to Feyd's prescience; Feyd and the Reader matching each other's freak
ADULTS ONLY/UNDER 18 DNI
Link to AO3 fic here:
Link to previous chapter on tumblr here
Thank you so much @peggyao3! I hope you enjoy it!
Y/N leans down and kisses him, slow and languid. I want to keep you inside of me until you get hard again, and then I want to ride you again until I canât anymore, sheâd told him with utmost confidence as she sat astride him, and it wonât take long to make that first part happen. Heâs been transfixed since she pressed his own dagger against his chest, since the crack of her palm against his cheek.
Oh, had been his only thought, the heat flooding to his dick during his struggle growing stronger, still covered at the time as it pressed against the apex of her thighs. Heâd never gotten such a good view of her naked on top of him as he did when she sat, stunned, furious, and a fucking glorious vision of a woman. Â
Go on, heâd told her. Take your reward, and she had. It didnât quite surprise him that sheâd been aroused by the time sheâd gotten his pants offâheâd felt her damp heat through the fabric of them, and she sank with slick ease onto him as sheâd started at first holding his own blade against his collarbone, as if he wasnât exactly where heâd wanted to be.Â
You wanna ride me? heâd asked as sheâd gasped and shuddered, moving on him.
Is that what this is called? sheâd asked, delighted and triumphant, and it had made him smile.
It didnât surprise him that sheâd take to riding him like it was what she was made to do, that she drove them both about out of their mind like this. Didnât surprise him, except that he still hadnât felt fully prepared for how quickly and easily he sunk into the feeling of not only being used but loving every moment of it. Itâd been a long time since that had happened.
Sheâd come twice on top of him, exhilarated from their scuffle and from the power he was giving herâeven as heâd felt himself slipping, stunned at how sheâd fucked him and touched him and looked so unbearably beautiful doing it, he could see how thrilled she was at the power she had over him.
She holds it now, still straddling his hips. It feels like something tangible that settles between them in the combination of ease and excitement building in his chest as they kiss, waiting for him to stiffen inside of her again, content to caress her sides, her thighs, her hair, but aching to feel her moving on top of him again. Itâll happen; heâll give her whatever she wants. He gives a soft sigh as she trails her mouth just below his ear, along the junction of his jaw and neck, and waits as she pauses, seeming to consider something.
He realizes what sheâs about to do a second before she does itâtakes the knife heâd had pressed against her throat not twenty minutes ago and makes a slow, shallow cut above his heart. He gasps at the sting, thinking, Oh yeah, thatâll do it, cock twitching and fully coming back to life as she laps up the beads of blood that well up, as she dips her head lower to scrape her teeth against his nipple. He hadn't allowed her access there before tonight, not so much because it was forbidden but nearly every time heâs been inside of her heâs taken her from behind or been just above her, where she didnât have such easy access to him. Heâs been so impatient to taste and touch and tease her that other than the times heâs guided his cock as far into her mouth as she can handle he just hasn't afforded her the same chance.
She takes it now, and he gives it freely, fascinated by her own fascination with him. Sheâs never been fucked by anyone else, that much heâd learned on their wedding night. Probably never even had another person touch her nipples or play with her clit except for herself.
Feydâs train of thought is cut short as Y/N then sits up, her fingers collecting the thin trail of blood as she briefly rests her hands on Feydâs chest, only to bring those same fingertips to her lips and lap them clean. A smear of blood remains on her lips as she breaks out into a slow smile, rocking her hips, readjusting to the movement and the angle, before she gives a small, stunned laugh. Sheâs captivating, the way she seems to revel in a new way to take him inside of her.
The last time anyone got him in this positionâŠ
He doesnât want to think about it; how through that box of pain the Gesserit whore had reduced him to a trembling mess so aroused he was leaking precome through his robes, how her voice had invaded the deepest recesses of his mind, how sheâs pushed him onto his back as soon as he withdrew his hand and perfunctorily pulled her skirts up, pulled his cock out, and sat on him with a grimace.
He doesnât want to remember how heâd thought, helpless and trapped in a way he hadnât felt in years, that she reminded him how his body didnât truly belong to him, that it was only ever on loan, to be used by whoever needed him. He thought heâd kill her if he ever saw her again, watching her wince as he came inside of her despite himself and she got up, leaving him wrung out and burning with shame.
He doesn't want to think about it, and tonight it's easy to forget, because his wifeâs riding him with shameless, unabashed enthusiasm as if there's nowhere else she'd be, and she's not taking anything that Feydâs not happy to give her in spades. She can do whatever the fuck she wants with him.
âIâoh, fuck!--I could ride your fat cock all night. Would you like that, Feyd?â she asks.
Iâd love it. I want to watch you come undone around me all night, he thinks, unable to manage more than a groan. He watches, rapt, painfully aroused, as her pert, pretty tits bounce along with her movements, dazedly realizing what a good idea it is for her to move his hands from her hips to her breasts. He'd mourn not being able to see them as clearly but that he enjoys touching them even more. He doesn't think about it, just fondles them how they both like it.
He stares, enraptured, as she comes undone around him, his hands still fondling her, her own hands braced behind her on his sweaty thighs. His cock pulses and he wants to follow her but also doesnât want it to be so soon, especially since even as she shudders and clenches around him, her moans high and desperate, the part of him still capable of thought knows that sheâs not truly finished with him yet. Â
Iâll be good. Iâll hold on, he thinks as she continues to rock her hips, barely catching her breath and riding her out of stubbornness to see her exhaustion through. Heâs so fucking impressed with her.
âDon't come yet,â she commands him, voice thick. âNot until I come again.â
He groans. Couldnât have picked a better woman to subjugate me if I tried, he thinks, every muscle clenching, back arching, trying to breathe normally, while heâs increasingly unraveled. Most of the past month heâs been married to her heâs felt half-out of his mind with desire every time they were alone together, but not quite like this. Not quite so excited to see how she can own him.
âIf you want to come, then make yourself useful, Feyd,â Y/N adds, her lust and confidence a heady cocktail that set his nerves ablaze.
Yes, maâam, he thinks immediately, spitting on his thumb and bringing it to her swollen clit. She must be aching. Going on four now; he realizes. He hasnât gotten her that far before. Remnants of his spend leak out of where heâs buried inside of her, and still liquid from the heat between them. Â
And then clever, wicked Y/N smirks, moves her hands back to his chest, and pinches cruelly. Heâd love to know if sheâs still smirking when he cries out and bucks his hips, nearly spilling inside of her, but he shuts his eyes when he does it. Sheâs not merciful, and heâs all the more delighted for it.
âLook at me, Feyd,â he hears Y/N say and his eyes snap open as he reminds himself that he has a job to do, although he supposes it canât quite be a job if heâs enjoying it so much. Sheâs so beautiful like this, natural in an element she might never have pictured inhabiting. He works her clit faster, presses down a little harder, shifts his thighs slightly to make his hips the right bridge to rock onto, and then she comes hard. Itâs not the breathless moans and whimpers when heâs fucking her from behind; itâs a guttural cry from within Y/Nâs chest thatâs the sound of a woman whoâs taken everything sheâs wanted and she trembles, clenching around him so hard Feyd abandons his post rubbing her clit to grab onto her hips. Â
So will you let me come with you? he wants to ask, in awe of her and unsure what look sheâs seeing on his face if she sees anything. Sheâs not drunk, he knows, but thereâs a glazed-over look in her eyes as she stares open-mouthed down at him when he tries to center himself. The moment she gives her permission he canât help it; he relishes her overwrought moans as he bucks up into her, fucking her from below, squeezing the supple flesh of her hips and ass as he comes so hard he sees starsâstars that donât even fucking exist on this planet.
Thereâs a moment before he can really soften but while heâs too sensitive to keep moving, he realizes that she might still be able to ride him again. Heâll get hard again if she wants him to, if she gives him enough time. Heâll gladly let her use his mouth to grind on until then to get her over five, six, seven times. Sheâd take to it just as well, holding his head in place as she rides his face with enough fervor that heâd just barely be able to breathe, head swimming all the more for the taste of her, of the two of them mixed together and her shaking thighs bracketing his face. Dazed, he thinks about how there would be worse ways to go out than with his face buried in her cunt.
Next time heâll let her collar him, use a chain to guide his face between her legs. Heâll gladly kneel for her, he thinks as he closes his eyes and pictures it, her leading him on a leash to a place he already loves visiting. Â
âHey,â he hears, voice gentler this time, like heâs underwater and her voice is just above the surface. âLook at me.â
He does. Sheâs smiling down at him, her expression fond rather than mischievous or aroused or deliciously cruel. She strokes his face and he canât help but tilt his face into it. His heartbeat is slowing down, his cock has softened again, but heâll bring it back to rise, if she tells him to.
But she doesnât. She slides off of him, letting him slip out of her, and leans down to ghost her lips over his neck, scrape them over his teeth, and a part of him, spent but eager, realizes that this touch and exploration isnât really for him; itâs for her. He brings his hands to the sheets below him before she can ask.
âYes, thatâs good,â she assures him before going lower, licking and nipping at the muscles in his abdomen that clench and flutter at the contact. âKeep them there.â
Take whatever you want, Y/N. Everything I have, everything I am is yours, he thinks as she licks his spent cock, as she drags her tongue lower for the first time, exploring his body still as if heâs something beautiful and fascinating.
He pants and moans, hips twitching, cock not quite getting hard again, not yet, but that doesnât appear to be what Y/N is even after. She just seems to want to touch and taste him, seems to enjoy it just as much as she enjoyed using him as a human dildo, not that he expects her to know what that is.
Is this what you like,Y/N? he wants to ask. Is getting me soaked and licking me clean something that makes you feel good? He groans and spreads his legs a little more. He feels dazed. Â
She asks him about his scars. Clever girl deduced that they were done on separate occasions. When he tells her how he got them, she nuzzles and licks at them. He'd almost forgotten how sensitive his inner thighs are. It's been a long time since anyone's touched them. Racking his brain, heâs hard-pressed to think if he's ever allowed himself to be laid out and thoroughly enjoyed like this. And she does enjoy this, he thinks, wanting to laugh. She nips and bites at them once she knows they come from a place of desire. A part of him, a part he quietly shelves away for later, can appreciate that she knows to tread lightly with his scars, even when heâs spent and malleable like this; she knows how the ones on his back got there. He doesnât say it, doesnât press the issue, wondering what she has planned next, when she comes back up, face to face, and kisses him slowly. Tenderly. Itâs warm, affectionate, but without the same heat as before.
Sheâs done with him tonight, it seems. Or at least, sheâs done playing with him, as she sets the knife on her nightstand and finesses getting them under the covers. When heâd ambushed her with a surprise drill the sheets and blankets had been kicked down to their ankles. Â
Her reflexes are good; she thinks quickly; sheâs adaptable. And deceptively powerful, he thinks, imagining the possibilities of how much further they can keep going. He could show her how to put a cockring on him and use him for even longer. He will.
But apparently not tonight, as she turns onto her back and he turns to lay on her, first nestling the side of his face against the space between her breasts and then lower, to rest his head against the soft skin of her belly. It'll probably be around three months from now that she starts showing. Â
âIs this what you need, husband?â Y/N asks, stroking his back. He deflates, finally grounded. He nods. He exhales hard. He can hear the small smile in Y/Nâs voice as she continues stroking his shoulders and the back of his neck while saying, âIn a couple of days weâll find out if life is growing in there.â
Feyd doesnât think about it before he says, âThere is. A boy.â
Y/N laughs above him, but Feyd doesnât mind. Itâs not like sheâd know, not like heâs told her, and so he does, in not so many words as heâd normally manage if he didnât feel drained. âI saw him. Dreamt about you giving birth to him,â he tells her.
Maybe at some point heâll tell her about how the second night they were married, heâd dreamt about her in labor, pushing out a healthy baby boy, flushed and screaming so loud he practically vibrated. Feyd dreamt about her, exhausted and hairline damp with sweat but a smile on her face as she nursed their son for the first time.Â
Maybe at some point heâll tell her how heâd dreamt about her a few times before theyâd ever met.
Between when the Gesserit witch took his seed and when that coven told him their marriage plans of him, heâd dreamt of a young woman who whimpered and moaned as he lapped at her slick cunt, whoâd cry out and wrap her legs around his waist when he was inside of her. There was never a clear picture, just flashes that would wake him up stiff and close to rutting against his bed, but they all made sense when he saw his bride-to-be, with a face heâd never seen in person nor in pictures but knew, even as he was far from really knowing her.
He canât confirm it, wonât be able to confirm it for another couple of days when the Bene Gesserit witches arrive, but he knows, as certain as his own pulse, that their son is already growing inside of her.
That feels really nice, he doesnât say. You smell good, he also doesnât say. I want to have you and treasure you and break you and make you whole again and have you do the same to me, he doesnât say.
He canât help the enormity of what heâs feeling. Heâs still only just getting to know the shape of her soul, and he wants more.Â
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