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ev3rgreenxtrees · 1 year ago

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Pacify Her

-M.S

Synopsis: Matt and you always had a thing. That was until he got a girlfriend, whom he claims he loves. Even after he cheats on her with you.

Pairing: Dom!Matt Sturniolo X Girly!Sub!Fem!Reader (she/her.)

Warnings: Cheating, smut, unprotected p in v (wrap the willy. dont be silly.), Thigh riding, Oral (m & f receiving), foul language, praise kink, degradation kink, angst, pet names (ma, mamas, baby, darling, pretty girl, ext.), stomach bulge, choking, aftercare.

“That basic bitch leaves finally

Now I can take her man

Someone told me stay away from things that aren't yours

But was he yours, if he wanted me so bad?”

•

You laid, sprawled out on the triplets large couch. Your head on Chris’ lap, your feet on Matts’ lap. Nick made you all, including Matts’ stupid fucking girlfriend, watch ‘Edward Scissorhands’ again. You couldn’t help but want to make Matt ruin you in front of his spoiled rotten girlfriend, but Matt would never forgive you. He claimed he loved her, but you know he didn’t. Maybe he just doesn’t know yet.

You and Matt had been fucking for a long while before ‘his girl’ showed up. You were first. You both agreed on strictly fucking, no strings attached, and Matt seemed to have that down— but you couldn’t help it. He was everything you wanted, not only in sex. However, Matt found someone to replace you. Not completely, though.

Everytime Matt was hovering over you, pounding into you relentlessly, he’d tell you how you were so much better than her. How she never pleased him, how she was vanilla. He always claimed you were so much better to him, until he has to leave. Then all the sudden, she’s the love of his life.

She treats him like shit, though. You’re convinced she’s only using him for money and fame. Within the first week of them dating, figuring things out, she borderline forced them to come out as a couple online. She wasn’t a public figure before their relationship, but now theres many edits of her by herself, and with Matt.

She makes the poor boy take her shopping and carry her bags all the time- even online. If he dares to say anything about her carrying her own bags or buying her own items, she’d claim it’s his responsibility as ‘her man’. You despised her, and you let her know all the time, but when you do, she cries to her ‘Matty bear’, and makes him scold you. As if they were your parents.

You never understood why Matt stayed with her. Maybe it was backlash of the internet, maybe he was just scared. However, he refused to tell you. Each time you ask him why he hasn’t left her, he claims it’s because he ‘loves her’. You know he doesn’t.

“I’m gonna go home now. Bye, Matty. Bye boys.” His girlfriend states, standing off the couch, completely ignoring your existence— which you appreciated. She kissed Matt’s cheek, and she got up and left. No one said bye to her. Even though you were pretty sure Nick and Chris felt the same about her as you did, they wouldn’t say it, they claimed they supported their brother.

Matt acts annoyed, and lets out a loud huff.

“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep.” He gruffly speaks, heading to his room angrily. This is what he does. Every time. It’s your cue to go ‘check on him’, but what ends up happening every time is him slamming into you, telling you how you’re made for him and your his, but he’s not yours. You admit —to yourself only— that it hurts. No one knows this little tradition you guys have, and Matt keeps it that way.

“What’s his issue?” Chris scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“Mattitude is back. He’s just mad ‘cause the bitch didn’t give him his daily blowie before she left.” Nick joked, and Chris let out a loud cackle.

“Nick, shut the fuck up!” Chris scolded, his laughter slowly fading. “You’re fucked for that one.” He shakes his head in dissaproval.

“I’ll go check on him,” You sigh playfully, sitting up, removing your head from Chris’ lap. The boy let a little groan out as you got off of him, and you rolled your eyes. “Get your own girl to lay her head on your dick, Chris.” You teased, and he gasped. However, you were out of the room and down the hall before he could say anything.

You knocked softly on Matt’s door, before entering without him saying a word.

“What the fuck? What if I was jacking off.?” Matt growls, but you roll your eyes.

“Not like I haven’t seen your dick before.” You scoff. “What’s your issue?” You ask, sitting beside him on the bed.

“Nothing.. Just..” He sighs, resting his head on your shoulder. “Y’know she doesn’t treat me like you do..” He hums, looking up at you with doe eyes, his long fingers fiddling with the straps of your tank top.

“I know, Matt.. But you know we can’t keep doing this. Not when you have a whole ass girlfriend.” You shake your head.

“‘M done with her, I only want you,” He reassures, bringing his face closer to your neck, beginning to place slow, sensual kisses along your neck. Another lie. He always lies. It’s always ‘you’re better’ or ‘ill end it with her, I promise’, but when you wake up the next morning, there she is, all up on her boyfriend. Fucking sickening.

Another thing with Matt was, he’s rough. You don’t know if he’s rough with her, but he sure as hell is with you- but he’s smart about it. Only leaving marks where he could see. The occasional times he’d accidentally place a hickey too high, you’d have to lie to everyone for him and say you had a one night stand.

“So pretty,” He hums, moving his hands down to cup your enclosed tits. “Strip for me, hm?” He says, his voice muffled against your neck. You slowly nod, as he stood off of you. Usually, Matt took his time with you, undressing you himself, teasing you along the way. You wonder what he had in mind this time.

You obeyed, stripping your shorts and shirt off, leaving yourself in your adorable white lace set. Matt had semi-stripped as well, now only in his boxers, his bulge clearly visible. Your eyes trailed up and down the boy’s body, before he sat back down on the bed, his back against the headrest.

“Wanna try somethin’ new, ‘kay, mamas?” He asked, gently grasping your hips. You nod. “Good girl. Want you to ride my thigh. Think you can do that f’me?” He asks, gently caressing your cheek.

“Yes,” You reply shakily, before he lifts you up slightly, guiding you to his thigh, setting you down. You couldn’t help but wonder if he ever tried these things with you, knowing you’d say yes, and then propose the idea to his girlfriend if he likes it enough.

You begin to rub yourself along his thigh, your wetness soaking his leg through your panties, allowing you to slide easier. You bit your lip as your clit hit against the muscles in his thigh, which he’d flex ever so often, to give you more pleasure. His hands were around your waist, guiding you, as he kissed your collarbones and the visible part of your tits.

You let out a small whimper, and Matts’ hand slipped to your panties, slipping them to the side, allowing you to have skin-on-skin. You let your head fall backwards, as you gripped at the sheets, the muscles of his leg hitting right where you wanted them to. You felt yourself getting closer.

“So pathetic.” Matt taunts. “Trying so hard to get off on my leg,” He growls in your ear, one hand slipping from your waist to behind you, allowing him to massage at the thick skin of your ass.

“Close,” You warned, and he shook his head.

“Disgusting, wanting to make a mess all over my thigh.” He growled, his eyes staring into yours.

“Please..?” You asked, taking your bottom lip into your mouth, allowing you to stifle your noises.

“Cum for me. All over my thigh.” Matt permits, and you do. All over his thigh. Your white juices running down his leg, as you slowed your movements. His dick twitched at the sight of the mess you made. “Good girl.” He praised, gently moving the hair out of your face, resting his hand on the back of your head, as he pulled you into a heated kiss.

This kiss wasn’t rough, though. Matt was always rough with you. This kiss was filled with hunger and passion, but something else you couldn’t quite pin-point. This kiss was slow, saliva swapping, unlike the other ones, drool on your chin and teeth clashing.

Matt slowly pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your mouthes. Matt smiles, before placing a kiss to your forehead, pushing you down, eye-level with his enclosed cock.

“Use your pretty mouth on me, darling.” He demands, and you do. You slowly pull his boxers down, allowing his hardened member spring out. You spit on his tip as you held him gently, slowly stroking the spit and pre-cum mixture. “That’s it, good girl.” He breathed shakily.

You licked along the underside of his cock, flowing along the protruding vein he had there. His breathing quickened, and his hand never left the back of your head. You slowly swirled your tongue over his tip, sliding it through his slit, before bobbing your head down- stroking what you couldn’t reach with your hand.

“I said use your mouth, not your hand, didn’t I?” Matt taunts, slapping your hand away, before forcing you to take all of his cock in your mouth. It hurt your throat, and stray tears pricked at your eyes as he throat fucked you, but you felt him twitch in your mouth, and you knew it was worth it.

You hollowed out your cheeks, and allowed yourself to whine against him, the sound sending vibrations throughout his body. His hips jolted every once in a while, and your vision became blurry, due to the amount of tears were running down your face, dripping onto the boys legs below you.

“F-fuck- that’s it, g-good girl,” He groans, and his grasp on your hair tightened. “G-gonna cum in y-your mouth, yeah?” He pants, and you let out a small moan, letting him know you approve. “Fuck- Thats it,” He growls, releasing his load into your mouth, as his head fell backwards. His hand gripped tightly at your hair, before releasing you, allowing you to pull off of his cock, swallowing every last drop of his salty cum.

He tastes just like how he always does. He grabs your neck roughly, shoving you backwards onto the bed, hovering over you. He lowers himself, placing open-mouthed kisses along your body, until he gets to your panties. He then paced a teasing kiss to the soaked part of your panties, causing you to squirm.

“Hold still f’me. Wanna taste you,” He demands, and you nod. You allow yourself to grip the sheets and covers of the bed, preparing yourself. Matt knew how to work his tongue- he was fucking amazing.

You squirmed below him, causing the brunette boy to roughly grip your hips, hard enough to cause them to have marks tomorrow when you wake up. Sometimes you hated when Matt leaves marks, because they leave you craving for more. Other times, they’re your favorite part of this, knowing you can have him anytime you want. Besides when his girlfriend is there.

His tongue delved into your sopping cunt, his nose brushing against your clit, as the boy vigorously shook his head.

“Oh, god, Matt.. ‘M gonna cum-“ You gasp, your grip on the sheets so tight, that your knuckles were becoming white. That’s how Matt knew he was doing good. Your legs begin to shake, and he lifts his head just enough to make eye-contact with you, sending you over the edge. You allowed yourself to release all over his face, his tongue lapping your juices up before pulling away.

“Y’ so pretty,” He hummed, slipping two fingers through your slick, collecting the little remainder of your juices, shoving his fingers into your mouth. Everything this man did was so hot— how the fuck did his girl fumble this bad? “Get comfortable f’me, ‘kay, mamas? Gon’ fuck you jus’ like this,” He told you, as he slid his tip through your silky folds, causing you to whimper.

His left hand held himself up, resting beside your neck, just above your shoulder, and his right hand gripped at your waist, gently massaging. He dipped his tip into your cunt, before slowly pushing himself all the way in. You closed your eyes, as you usually did in missionary- or any other position that you guys were face-to-face in.

“Fuck, baby. So tight. Keep ya eyes open, sweetheart.” He grunted, and you slowly opened your eyes, keeping your eyebrows furrowed. Matt hated making eye contact with you when you were fucking. He claimed it made him feel more ‘guilty’, so you guys did everything to avoid eye contact. Why not now?

His eyes stayed locked on yours, as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, waves of pleasure shocking your body. The boy slowly increased his pace, keeping a steady incline, until he was pounding into you. You and him both let out strings of moans and cusses. His right hand trailed up from your hip to your neck, squeezing, using that to keep you in place rather than your hip.

You let your own hands grip at his wrist and bicep, not necessarily pulling him away, but rather keeping him there. Your breathing shallowed, as his eyes tailed down your body, smirking when he noticed the bulge in your stomach when he pushed completely in. This was probably the best you’ve ever had with Matt. With anyone, for that matter.

“Mph- Fuck, See that, darling? See how deep I am?” He groans, his hand removing from your neck, moving down to your lower stomach, exactly where the bulge appeared and disappeared at. His thrusts begin to get sloppier, their speed still staying the same, however.

“M-Matt- need to cum-!” You cried, and Matt shushed you.

“Mhm, mhm,” He hums. “I know, pretty girl. Gotta be quiet for me, though. Cum with me.” He says, letting a moan slip out afterwards, as your cum began streaking his dick. He released himself inside of you. He knew you were on birth control, but he still never came inside of you.

He slowly pulled himself out, but instead of laying down for a few minutes, like he usually does before leaving, he just walks away. You don’t say anything, you’re used to it. You’ve learned it’s best to ignore him after sex. However, moments later, you feel a cold and soft sensation at your sensitive core, Causing you to jump. Your eyes shoot down, and you see Matt carefully and gently wiping you off with a wet rag. He had already wiped himself off, and had a pair of boxers on.

You looked at him confused, but laid your head back down, and allowed him. He tossed the rag elsewhere, before pulling a fresh pair of his boxers onto you. You appreciated the gesture, since your pair of panties was soaked with your own cum from riding his thigh. He then unexpectedly grabs one of his hoodies, slipping it onto you.

He then crawls into the bed beside you, pulling you against him, laying your head on his chest, as he allowed himself to play with your hair.

“Matt, this is wrong,” You mumble, and he sighs.

“I told you i’m done with her. I called her when I was cleaning myself off.” He states, and your heart flutters.

You could finally have her man.

•

“Pacify her,

She’s getting on my nerves.

You don’t love her,

Stop lying with those words.”

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hungarianshinobi · 3 months ago

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Reliving the past - Kokushibo x F!Reader (Ongoing)

Summary:

Kokushibo x Reader - MANGA SPOILERS! Continue reading at your own risk!

Kokushibo, also known as Michikatsu Tsugikuni who's been a demon slayer himself before turning into a demon. His life as a human was as happy as a man could wish it to be. His wife was the source of his happiness until everything has been taken away from him because of an incurable illness his wife suffered from.

He lost everything and he promised himself that even if it took thousands of years, he will find the soul of his wife again. That's why he accepted the demon king's offer to become a demon over 500 years ago.

He was beginning to lose hope until one day he had finally found her. His beloved (y/n), more than 500 years later. A woman in her 20s who looked exactly like Kokushibo's long lost wife. She was her reincarnation.

But how will she react when he tells her?

Read the story to find out!

❗⚠️EXPLICIT CONTENT⚠️❗

• I do not own Demon slayer or any of the characters.

• I only own the storyline/plot and a few OCs here and there.

Story started: 2024.08.01.

Story ended: ~Still ongoing~

Disclaimer (MUST READ)

This short disclaimer is as important as the story will be itself, so please don't skip, read!

The most important thing:

NO MINORS! Or at least no minors who are not mature enough for such explicit content I am going to write in this story. So if you are under at least 18, read at your own risk! I'm not a sensitive, merciful person when it comes to mature content! So seriously if you are uncomfortable with themes like very detailed smuts/lemons, violence, kissing or whatsoever I suggest you to leave right now... And don't blame me if you've read further. I don't take responsibility for losing your innocence. Always remember that I warned you ✌️

This book contains spoilers from the manga about Kokushibo, so if you don't want to get spoiled, leave.

Okay, let's start...

As in my other stories, I would like to thank you for clicking on my book and giving it a chance! It really means a lot to me ❤️

What I give in exchange for clicking on my story is nice adventure! Something that my crazy mind created...

Those who have read any of my other stories know what kind of writing style I have, but for those who are new, I'm going to tell a few things:

• I usually write about 2000 words per chapter. However there are times when I make it a bit longer if there is a lot happening according to the plot. I think 2000 words for a chapter is the most comfortable to both write and read.

• I am a merciless person when it comes to cliffhangers so bear with me. I try my best with updating, and there are times when I'm so into writing that I might publish two or three new chapters in a week/month. It depends on my free time.

• Speaking of which... Yes I do write in my free time just like most of the fellow fanfiction writers here. I have a life, a family with two kids, so please be patient and don't ask for an update when I just updated. (Of course badly waiting for it is something else, but I'm not going to force myself to write if I don't have time or if I'm not in the mood)

• I LOVE drama, fluff, angst and dirty minded scenarios. I honestly live for these kind of themes so prepare for an absolutely nice adventure if you are as rotten as me when it comes to mature content ✨

• Yes the story will contain smut. (How could I not include any in it ತ‿ʖತ) I know that somewhere deep you all seek for quality smuts just like me... That's why that those chapters will definitely be longer than my usual 2000 words. Yes you read it right 😌 if you don't believe me, peek into one of my latest stories for proof.

• I won't always put a warning before the chapters, because sometimes I forget about it. Oh and be sure to get the whole world's holy water for yourself. (Honestly I think it's going to be useless. We are all going to rot in hell for liking these kind of books but if all the hot anime men are waiting for us there who cares 🤷‍♀️)

• Also I am very cruel because I try to describe feelings as detailed as possible. This is both true to happy and sad feelings. Make sure to always have ice cream in your freezer. If you don't have any, come back here, I am giving them away for free. Extra popcorn is free as well. Choose to your liking: 🍧🍨🍦, 🍿🍿

• I do love plot twists and make my readers confused or fool them with these twists so be prepared 😈

Things I appreciate:

💟 I love any kinds of feedback. Let it be comments, votes or messages. It makes me want to write more and update more frequently to satisfy your needs. So if you have anything to say, feel free to do it! I always appreciate it!

💟 If you have any fantasies in your mind you want to see throughnout the story tell me! There are no limits. (If you knew how dirty my mind is you would run away I swear)

A few more things that are important:

° My first language is not English so I apologize for any kind of grammar mistakes, I try my best. (Typos don't count)

° I'm not going to follow the anime's timeline and plot since this story will be about both the past and the present. I mean, there will be a few things included from the original story to bring life to my book and be close to the world and the characters from Demon slayer, but this is a fanfiction where I am the boss 😎

° You may also find me on Archive of our own (Ao3) and Wattpad so you don't have to dm me and tell someone stole my work if you see the story there. My username is the same.

https://archiveofourown.org/users/HungarianShinobi

https://www.wattpad.com/user/Hungarian-Shinobi

° I am also available on patreon. I always put new chapters up there for early access before publishing anywhere else. All supports are highly appreciated. You may find a link on my profile for that as well: https://www.patreon.com/user?u=104357938

° I do not own the anime/manga, nor the characters. They all belong to the dear creator, Koyoharu Gotouge.

° This fanfiction was created for fun.

° I do not own any of the pictures and fanarts I put inside the story unless I say so.

° I only own the storyline and a few ocs here and there throughnout the story.

Reliving the Past - Kokushibo x Reader

Written by: Hungarian Shinobi

Time for advertising 🎉

My hero academia stories:

Overhaul x Reader - FORBIDDEN: An alternative universe where Overhaul is not a yakuza. He's a doctor. He's married and y/n has a huge crush on him for a long time. No spoilers! (Completed)

Overhaul x Reader - From haters to lovers: Going mostly by the anime's timeline. The title says it all. Spoiler alert! (Completed)

Dabi x Reader - When I was your man: Y/n works as a prostitute. The story is about how Dabi wants to get her back because they broke up. Also it tells their story of their meeting and progress. (Completed) Spoilers about the truth of Dabi!

Dabi x Reader - Our Destiny: High spoiler alert! If you haven't read the manga or don't know the truth about Dabi and don't want to get it spoiled, don't read! Y/n and him know each other since childhood. Toxic relationship. (Completed)

Demon slayer stories:

Uzui Tengen x Reader - His Princess: A story in which (y/n) is part of the Rengoku family. Tengen is a teasing, flirtatious bastard and she wants to avoid to fall for his charm. But of course she fails eventually... (Completed)

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader - F#cking Professor Rengoku: The title says it all. Teacher and student relationship. Kyojuro in the beginning is different, but later he turns into the sweet, caring boy we all love. (Completed)

And of course the Kokushibo one we are talking about:

Jujutsu kaisen stories:

Fushiguro Toji x Reader - Red flag? I'm colorblind (Ongoing)

Ryomen Sukuna x Reader - His favourite Obsession (Ongoing)

Hunter X Hunter:

Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader - The Devil's Angel (Ongoing)

-Hungarian Shinobi

Chapter 1

Author's note: If you haven't read the previous disclaimer chapter, please do now! It contains important informations! Also, this book contains spoilers about Kokushibo from the manga, so if you don't want to get spoiled, leave. If you don't, then don't blame me for getting spoiled. 🤷‍♀️

Two person. A husband and wife who were hopelessly in love with each other from the start. They were both lucky enough to find something rare, something that's one of a kind and true, which was their pure love for each other. Two souls who were meant to be and found each other more than five hundred years ago from the present we know as the modern world.

Of course, love isn't always perfect. It isn't a fairytale or a storybook. And it doesn't always come easy. Love is overcoming obstacles, facing challenges, fighting to be together, holding on and never letting go. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, and impossible to live without. Love is work, but most of all, Love is realizing that every hour, every minute, and every second was worth it because you did it together.

And that's exactly how Michikatsu Tsugikuni and his wife (y/n) Tsugikuni, formerly known as (y/n) (l/n) existed.

Their love was one of the purest, the dearest, almost, only almost obsessive and addicting. Ever since they first met, they both fell in love with each other way before actually realizing it. The times they met on the village streets, or the times they happened to bump into each other in the market while shopping for food, they both never wanted to part ways whenever it was time to say goodbye.

All these small meetings led them into dates, initiated by Michikatsu, who wooed her with his best abilities to catch the young woman's attention which of course succeeded, since (y/n) found him just as attractive in both looks and personality.

It didn't take long for them to begin a relationship and soon get married. Things happened quite fast, but back in those times it was normal for a couple to start a life together as soon as possible.

As a demon slayer, Michikatsu brought home more than enough money for them, so they never really had a problem. They had everything they needed. A pretty house with a pretty garden. They couldn't have asked for more. Being there for each other was the most important thing for them.

(Y/n) was always happy to wait for her husband to come back home from his dangerous job. At the same time she was always worried for him of course, but she trusted him and believed in him, knowing no limits, because she loved him.

Everything seemed to be fine in their lives together...

That is until one day a plague, known as 'black death' was around the corner, growing fear in every people.

They were lucky enough to avoid it for a long time, but then, tragedy reached the happy married couple too. The women fell sick.

"Michikatsu..." the sick woman called out to him, laying on her futon in their once shared bedroom. She was feeling weak. She knew that death was haunting her and the plague could end her life in a short amount of time.

It was one of the worst nightmares back in that time that could happen to mankind. Most victims died within four to seven days and (y/n) was suffering from it for the fifth day now.

She continued, her voice weak. "You shouldn't come this close to me... You might... get infected..."

The young man was on the verge of crying, kneeling by the edge of her futon, desperate to hold her hand, but he knew he mustn't. He was clutching his pants over his thighs, thinking about what he could do to ease the pain for his beloved. He shouldn't be near her at all, but he couldn't stay away. He wanted to see his wife. He didn't want her to suffer alone.

"My love, you can't ask me to leave you alone." He replied. "Especially when you suffer like this. We vowed to be there for each other through thick and thin, didn't we?"

"That's true... But I don't want you to get infected and die." With half closed eyes, his wife responded.

The man took a deep breath, before speaking up again. "The only thing that will end me will be the moment you die. How am I supposed to continue my life without you?"

"You must..."

"My life has no meaning if you are not by my side anymore. You are everything to me, darling. You know that..." The man was having a hard time fighting back his tears as he spoke through gritted teeth. "How could I-" his words got caught in his throat, holding back a sob.

His wife had a hard time breathing properly as she felt herself getting weaker. "My love..." She called out to Michikatsu, making the man dedicate all of his attention on her. It was hard for the both of them not to make any physical contact with each other. "Thank you... for everything..." she gently smiled. "I love you... and will always love you in the afterlife as well..."

"(Y/n)-"

"I'm sorry... I wish I could stay by your side for longer..."

"You don't have to apologize. It was me who failed to protect you, my love."

He blamed himself. Though of course it wasn't his fault at all. They were simply unlucky. For those few years of them being together, they stayed loyal and true to each other. They greatly cherised, trusted and respected each other no matter what, even when this tragedy happened.

The moment his wife stopped breathing, Michikatsu couldn't hold back any longer, his tears were falling on the tatami floor, his entire being full of sadness and sorrow. He was screaming. The pain he felt in his heart was like non other. He has never experienced such grief in his entire life before.

Seeing his wife's lifeless body in front of him made him feel like his entire world has burnt into ashes. He no longer had a reason to live. It was his wife who gave sense to his life. That's why it was an unbearable pain for him.

She was gone. He wailed... he cried... he screamed... as loud as he could, hoping that if she can hear him on her way to heaven, she would turn around and come back to him, wipe his tears and be with him as they promised each other.

"What a tragedy..." A deep voice from a man, surrounded by a cold, powerful aura found the crying man's ears.

The grieving man turned over his shoulder, only to see a tall male standing in the center of the opened sliding door. The darkness of the night and the rain behind him made it impossible for him to see his features. All he saw was two crimson eyes glowing on the mysterious man's face.

However it was enough for Michikatsu to identify him as nothing but a demon. He was ready to charge at him, gripping his katana beside him, yet somehow he didn't move a limb. Somehow he knew that this demon was different and he wasn't here to harm or consume him or his deceased wife.

And he was right. The demon had an offer. An offer which was tempting enough for Michikatsu to accept and he did. He no longer had a reason to stay here anyways.

He glanced at his wife's beautiful face for one last time before standing up on his feet and leave with the demon, soon turning into one himself, gifted with this power by Kibutsuji Muzan.

He felt like this was the greatest chance of his life. He lost everything and promised himself that even if it took thousands of years, he will find the soul of his wife again, because he believed that her soul will sooner or later find a new body to merge into.

Throughnout the years more demons joined the king. Among the upper ranked ones, Michikatsu, now known as Kokushibo was exceptional. Not only because of his strength, but his way of living. He had permission for many things the others didn't. His only task was to stay loyal to the king of demons and obey to his orders beside searching for his long lost love's soul.

He believed that she will reborn. He believed he could find her. Time didn't matter to him, since he was immortal. His only weakness was the sun, like every other demon's, so he could only continue his search at nights.

For hundreds of years his hope didn't falter. He was strong and determined enough to believe that he will find his wife. No matter what he has to do, he would do it in a heartbeat to see and talk to her again...

More than 500 years later...

(Y/n)'s POV:

"Congratulations, honey! We are so proud of you!" My mom said as she smiled along with my dad and three siblings as we sat in a restaurant at the same table. My mom called me here, telling me she needs to talk to me, and it turned out that they wanted to surprise me with this small dinner to congratulate me for moving up one step on the ladder in my job.

They were always sweet and dear to me. They were the main supporters in my life. Always there for me, always helping me whenever I needed it.

"Thank you." I smiled back at them.

My 10 year old sister leaned closer to me. "So does this mean that you can buy us more gifts?"

"What?" I laughed.

"You will earn more money now, right?"

I blinked at her and patted the top of her head.

"Yes!! Sis will buy us more presents than before!" My 8 year old brother yelled. My mom and dad immediately shushed him, because everyone in the restaurant were looking at us.

"Geez, you are so loud." My 16 year old sister spoke up this time. She was just like them when she was smaller, but she is a teenager now, so she mostly likes to be alone. She loved our younger siblings nevertheless. She just had a hard time showing it most of the time.

Meanwhile my dad spoke with the waiter who took our order and soon when our meals were done, we ate peacefully. Well, almost. My younger siblings always had something to say, but that's how it goes with kids I guess.

After our dinner my family went home together and I was left alone. I thought about my co-worker's offer on drinking with him to celebrate my promotion, but instead I texted him that I feel tired and want to go home.

I was certain that he was crushing on me, but he wasn't really my type. I wasn't lying though. I was really feeling tired. This day was a long one and I needed to rest.

'It's fine. Maybe next time. Good night to you (y/n).' he texted back to me.

Hopping in my car I fastened my seatbelt and drove off soon. At least the traffic wasn't as bad in the evening as in the mornings. Sometimes I rather go to work by train, because despite the crowd it's faster to get there.

My apartment wasn't anything special. Just a simple, cozy apartment with my belongings. Nothing luxurious, nothing more than necessary. A place where I can go to at the end of the day and start a new one after waking up. A place where I can be safe. The landlord and the people who lived in this building were all kind and nice to me. Fortunately I never had any problems with my neighbours.

Everything was perfect. Well, almost... Expect for one thing.

I knew that I should be grateful that I have no major problems in my life, yet I always felt like it lacked something. Every single day were the same. I woke up, went to work, spent time together with my family and friends and came home at the end of the day. The same cycle kept repeating as if I was stuck in a time loop. There was something I was missing, but I didn't know what it was.

Deep down I felt it. A kind of feeling similar to the one when you are so hungry you could eat a horse, but you don't know what you want to eat, and end up opening and closing your fridge all the time, in hope of finding something new in there you didn't see before.

There was something undescribable that made me feel empty...

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c00k13s-crk-fluff-headcanons · 1 month ago

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Could you do a reader x golden cheese cookie please?

I’ll try my best since you weren’t THAT specific! I love GC too.

I didn’t expect to get a request so soon.

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(These take place BEFORE the Dark Flour War!)

Patience was one thing Golden Cheese Cookie did not have, so the moment she knew she had fallen for you, she tried everything in her power to get Y/N Cookie to fall for her too.

These things included trying to get you alone, giving you flowers, asking Mozzarella Cookie to deliver some of her finest treasures to you on her part (on those days when she was especially nervous) and so on.

Eventually, Golden Cheese Cookie got frustrated to see that nothing was working, so she set up a blind date.

Y/N Cookie knew it was Golden Cheese Cookie when they received the invitation, because the location was pretty obvious (in the palace…)

You had a nice dinner with her, and soon saw she was actually nicer than you had initially thought.

Y/N Cookie was actually the one to ask for them to be official, and of course Golden Cheese Cookie accepted!

Mozzarella Cookie was probably one of your biggest supporters, cheering and stating her compliments and support for the two of you loudly.

It took some time for the rest of the Kingdom to warm up to the relationship, but no one questioned anything (and were especially convinced because of Mozzarella Cookie’s statements).

Golden Cheese Cookie started small, gifting you flowers or treasures like she used to when you still weren’t a thing, but she eventually started to spoil you rotten.

It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate her gifts, it was more that you didn’t need treasures to know that she loved you, her presence and affections were enough!

Speaking of, Golden Cheese Cookie was not afraid of PDA, and it didn’t matter if you were out eating dinner or at the market, she loved to hold your hand, hug you, and sometimes, when she felt especially bold, she kissed you on the lips, or even made out with you (rarely, but it’s not like it hasn’t happened).

Not even at night does Golden Cheese Cookie stop with the affections, because when she thinks you’re sleeping (you’re actually a night owl, but Golden Cheese Cookie has already made it clear that she wants you to sleep early), she’ll snuggle really close to you and nuzzle her head against your head or chest.

And in the morning, once you awake, she’ll greet you with an excited “Good morning!” and peppers your face with kisses.

And despite that, each day is a surprise for you—you never know what to expect of your girlfriend!

#cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #cookie run x y/n #golden cheese cookie x reader #C00k13 asks

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bluesgrxce · 10 months ago

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Yandere Link x Reader x Yandere Mipha Headcanons

Virgin Link x Reader x Zelda love triangle - Obvious ship is obvious, has been done a thousand times before, we all know the dynamic

Chad Link x Reader x Mipha love triangle - Rarely if ever explored, has more room for interpretation, involves THE superior ship of all time

I think we all know which one is better. (/j because I love the Link and Zelda triangle too)

Pretty much every yandere LOZ writer that I've seen has agreed that BOTW Link and Zelda would not be able to work together. At least not when they first met each other. And I totally agree. They're forced to spend time together nearly 24/7 by King Rhoam, which means they're also forced to share you, and that'll create tension. But Link and Mipha? They would definitely have an alliance.

Their alliance is based on two factors. One: They share the same goal of wanting to give you the best life possible. Zelda uses you more as a coping mechanism, and even though Link does that too, he's especially focused on making sure that you're safe. Mipha desires the same, as well as making you happy.

Two: Although Mipha is obsessed with you and priortizes your needs over Link's, she still admires him as a person. She knows how useful he can be. Link respects her as well. Not quite as much, but just enough to accept her into your life and let her help give you everything you want.

In result, these two work together scarily well, even better than Link ever would with Zelda. They never had past resentment towards each other, and unlike Zelda who can be strongly adamant, Mipha would let Link take the lead and make big decisions.

That... isn't always a good thing. Link is willing to do anything to protect you, even if it includes doing things that would make you hate him. Mipha is aware of this, but she thinks Link is more capable of ensuring your safety than she is, so she'll likely remain silent. But that also means that they have less disagreements, making their alliance even more powerful.

If you allow them to, they'll spoil you rotten. Mipha uses her royalty riches to purchase anything your heart desires, and Zora's Dormain is basically your playground. You've got just as much power there as she does in some ways. Because of that, this is the place where they'll keep you.

Link is also putting in work. He'll use his skills as an adventurer to do multiple things in your name, like bringing back rare items from his travels or cooking your favorite foods. If you ever begin a sentence with "I want" then expect Mipha to drop everything just to hear you out. She'll tell Link about it and he'll run off at the speed of light to get whatever it is that you requested.

Outside of that, the time you spend together as a group is generally quiet. They're both introverted and they would rather watch you do your own thing instead of talking all the time. Just being in your presence is enough to give them peace of mind.

Fortunately, neither are the type of yandere to keep you locked up. Not with actual chains. (Unless they believe you're in severe danger, but something insane like the calamity would have to be going on for that to happen) Link still loves to explore and he would love it even more if he could take you along on the journey. Mipha wouldn't object to that as long as you liked the idea! However, they both know that Hyrule is littered with monsters, so they're not about to let you leave without one or both of them by your side.

If you ever argue with one, the other will try to convince you to make up with them. You'd think they'd want to turn you against them so they can steal your love, and trust me-- it's crossed both of their minds before. But this alliance has worked really well in their favor and they don't want it to fall apart so easily.

That's not to say their alliance is perfect. Jealousy still exists in both of them, even if it hasn't been acted upon yet. And like I mentioned earlier, Link is usually the one who makes the big decisions on how to handle you, meaning that their alliance has a power imbalance.

Plus, Link is stuck guarding Zelda most of the time. Mipha is more than fine with taking care of you by herself, but Link hates the idea of being away for too long. He'll try to convince Zelda to spend more time at Zora's Dormain to avoid getting in trouble with King Rhoam, but he's willing to sneak off if he must.

If you're accepting, then your future is already laid out for you. It would be extremely difficult for Link to abandon his position as Zelda's knight just so he can become a normal citizen again, even after the calamity is over with. So the easiest way to get around that would be to transfer him to the Zora army instead. Except there might be issues allowing a Hylian inside their guard which is currently composed entirely of Zora... Until Mipha takes the crown and makes some changes.

Either way, you're going to marry Mipha and be introduced into the Zora monarchy. Congratulations, you're royalty now! You're going to marry Link as well, but not officially, since some people would see it as scandalous to be in a relationship with your knight at the same time as your wife. But neither Link nor Mipha care. They know what your true feelings are and that's all that matters to them.

But what if you don't accept them? Because as much as they spoil you, they still restrain you. You can't go anywhere alone. You can't do anything that would risk your safety, whether it's monster hunting or just going down a long set of stairs. And they're always second guessing you, especially Mipha. "Are you sure you're alright? I saw you frown for a second. Yes, it was only for a second, but you do know how I worry..."

So even if you like being with them intially, it'll get old after a while. Mipha will notice your discomfort first. She'll adjust those restrictions ever-so-slightly to make you think things have changed, when they really haven't. If you must leave Zora's Dormain without her or Link, then let a guard accompany you. If you must continue associating with that friend of yours, then tell her and Link everything about your relationship. Tell them everything about all of your relationships. They'll find who's good and who's bad for you. (Don't be surprised if they think everyone is bad.)

Link, though... Once he hears about this, he immediately shuts it down. He doesn't trust anybody to protect you but himself. And he's seething at Mipha for being so irresponsible. She's supposed to look after you, not risk letting you escape.

Just the way that he glares at her is a silent form of gaslighting. She truly isn't fit to take care of you on her own, is she? She's too soft. She needs Link. If it weren't for him, you would have already left her.

And now that Link has doubts about her ability to keep an eye on you, he'll enforce the rules himself. Now you can't even walk around Zora's Dormain without him by your side- when he's gone, you just stay put with Mipha. Not allowed to do anything until he returns. If you resist, he'll only make your life harder.

But you aren't totally screwed. There is one way to make their alliance fall apart: make them doubt each other. Link already doesn't trust Mipha enough anymore, so you need to manipulate Mipha into turning against Link. Usually that's impossible, but now that her confidence is low, you can appeal to her sympathetic side. Make her feel guilty for letting Link do whatever he wants to you. In this state, it won't take long before she cracks.

Your best bet would be to trick her into thinking you want to run away together from Link. Actually taking her with you isn't an option. The Zora will go into a frenzy when their beloved princess disappears and if they find you, they'll likely blame you for convincing her to run away.

Mipha wouldn't want to leave at first. She'd be too anxious about the consequences, knowing that she would have to abandon her father and brother. Knowing that Link would stop at nothing to take you back. She's just so obsessed with you though and she couldn't fathom the idea of you seriously tricking her. Besides, you only want to leave so you can be happy together, right?

She thought so. She really, truly believed so. But you went missing the moment she turned away to pack her stuff. Then... There was no other choice but to tell Link the truth. Because it's Mipha and she's simply not the type to lie, even if it might hurt her.

In this case, though? It isn't even a "might." Link had gotten used to being assured of your safety (or used to being in control of you) that it freaks him out once he hears you're gone. His immediate thought was to go find you, but his second is that how could he have ever trusted someone like her to protect you? He leaps to anger. He draws his sword.

I can't say for certain what happens next. He knows how much trouble he'll get in for harming her, but in that moment, it wouldn't cross his mind. She probably wouldn't fight back much since she respects him so highly and feels awful for allowing you to take advantage of her.

...If Mipha dies, the Zora will never forgive you. They'll be more pissed at Link obviously, but they'll blame you for indirectly causing this to happen. The whole LOZ fandom would never forgive you because we all love Mipha. I would never forgive you because I am the ultra #1 Mipha enjoyer. You might be able to live a content life if you can ignore the hatred and hide away, but just know that Link won't be the only one tracking you down. You'll be on the run for the rest of your life.

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yuma-mukami-garden-god · 8 days ago

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what type of parents they would be? girl dad or a boy dad? lovee your blog twin 💜

thanks for locking me in a closet with Subaru🫶🏻

Sakamaki Brothers

Shu – Girl Dad

Lazy? Maybe. But incredibly soft for his daughter. She naps on his chest, clutches his headphones, and he lets her braid his hair while he pretends to sleep.

"Don’t cry. Come here and lie down with me. Everything’s fine now."

Protective in a low-effort way that’s still terrifying if someone upsets her.

Reiji – Boy Dad

Raises his son like a refined little heir, tea lessons and perfect posture included.

"No, no. Hold the book upright. A gentleman presents himself with dignity."

He would cry if his son ever called him "Papa" out of nowhere. Just not publicly.

Ayato – Girl Dad x1000

Absolutely whipped. He brags, shows off drawings, and lets her sit on his shoulders 24/7.

"My little princess is the cutest in the world! You hear that?!"

Would 100% fight a toddler if they made her cry.

Kanato – Girl Dad

Obsessed. Dresses her like a doll, carries her and Teddy everywhere, never lets her out of his sight.

"If anyone hurts her… I’ll bury them in sugar and fire."

Sings her lullabies in the middle of the night. Protective to a terrifying level.

Laito – Girl Dad (But secretly soft with boys too)

Calls her "his little lady" and teaches her charm and cleverness.

"Fufu~ Just like Papa, you know? Irresistible."

Would absolutely destroy anyone who tried to exploit her kindness. Secretly emotional when she’s vulnerable.

Subaru – Boy Dad

He wants to raise a son better than he was. He's awkward but loving, and so so soft when his son falls asleep on him.

"You don’t have to be perfect, you know… Just don’t give up."

Also: will 100% cry if he ever hears his son call him his hero.

Mukami Brothers

Ruki – Boy Dad

Very strict, very calm. Teaches his son how to think, speak, and handle emotions.

"A gentleman listens before he reacts."

But would absolutely stay up all night researching parenting books when he hears his son had a hard day at school.

Kou – Girl Dad

Daughter is his whole world. Spoils her rotten. Every outfit is pink and sparkly, and yes—he’ll do princess tea parties in full costume.

"I’ve already scheduled her debut concert, nfu~"

Protective in a terrifyingly manipulative way when he has to be.

Yuma – Girl Dad

Big scary dad with a tiny girl in his arms? Yes. He lets her play with his hair, ride on his shoulders, and help him garden.

"That’s my little sprout, diggin’ with Papa like a pro!"

Goes feral if someone messes with her.

Azusa – Either. Perfect dad.

Boy or girl, Azusa will be the softest, most precious parent ever. Holds their hands gently, bandages every scrape, and whispers how proud he is of them.

"You are… everything good in this world… I’ll protect you… always."

Tsukinami Brothers

Carla – Girl Dad

Regal. Elegant. Deeply protective. He raises her to be independent and wise, but melts when she calls him “Papa.”

"You are of noble blood… but even nobility may rest in Father’s arms."

Teaches her swordplay and diplomacy.

Shin – Boy Dad

Pure chaos. He’s more like an older brother than a dad, and they wrestle constantly. But he’s deeply loyal and protective.

"Oi! You little beast—you’re gonna break the furniture again!"

Will destroy anyone who talks down to his son. He’s raising a fighter.

First Blood & Founders

Kino – Girl Dad (and slightly unhinged)

He spoils her rotten. Thinks she’s a little empress and would absolutely turn into a menace if someone made her cry.

"You're lucky I don't erase you from existence for looking at my daughter like that."

Yes, he taught her magic. Yes, she uses it to float cookies from the jar.

Karlheinz – Boy Dad (but he's distant)

He’s not the hands-on type. But he keeps a close watch and teaches his son everything from afar—magic, politics, control.

"You will inherit more than just my name, child. You will inherit my kingdom."

Not exactly warm, but he cares in his own terrifying way.

Richter – Girl Dad (dangerously possessive)

Tells himself it’s love, but he’s obsessive. She reminds him of Cordelia and that drives him insane.

"You’re mine, you understand? I won’t lose you the way I lost her."

Could be gentle… but has a dangerous tendency toward control masked as protection.

#asks open #anon asks #anime and manga #diabolik boys #diabolik lovers #diaboys #dialovers #all diaboys #littlehoeart

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mysteryshoptls · 1 year ago

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SSR Azul Ashengrotto - Platinum Jacket Vignette

"Happy 100th Anniversary"

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Azul: That painting was done by a painter from the Coral Sea… I'm rather surprised at the number of merfolk focused paintings here in a museum on the surface.

Azul: I suppose I should expect nothing less from this Land of Dawning Museum with 100 years of history lining its halls. Their collection includes a wide variety of works.

Azul: Fufu, it does bring me pride a supporter of the museum. I must do my part well… Oh?

???: She's a lot bigger than I expected… Did the Sea Witch really need to grow to such a size…?

Azul: Well, well, Jamil-san. If there is anything I can elucidate you on this painting of the Sea Witch, I would happy to do so.

Jamil: Don't just listen in on someone else's personal mutterings like that. Your ears just pick up everything, huh.

Azul: The scene depicted in this painting is of when the Sea Witch was admonishing someone who tried to change their contract.

Jamil: And don't just start explaining without being prompted. Even I know about the story of when she transformed to that titanic size.

Jamil: But when I actually see this painting in person, she's just much larger than I had imagined… It's just hard to believe.

Azul: You believe this depiction is a fictional exaggeration of what actually happened?

Azul: I completely understand that. I had the same thoughts the first time I saw this painting.

Azul: Nevertheless, this painting has faithfully reproduced a well-known legend passed down in the Coral Sea.

Azul: The Sea Witch embodies the spirit of compassion. And yet, she also demonstrated her anger at the mer who broke their contract.

Azul: But all of it was for the purpose to reform the soul of the mer who had acted in bad faith!

Jamil: What, she disciplined them for their own good? …Actually, yeah, there are some people who don't learn their lesson from just a light scolding.

Azul: Indeed. That is how it is taught in the Coral Sea.

Azul: You cannot just spoil someone rotten, there needs to be some discipline as well. I believe that shows true compassion.

Jamil: I can't believe something reasonable actually came from your mouth… What's wrong, are you sick or something?

Azul: Not at all. I only say this because there was someone close to me who would do the exact same thing.

Jamil: You personally know a mer who is similar to the Sea Witch? Who could that be?

Azul: My grandmother.

Azul: She always dotes on me… And when I was a child, I was definitely spoiled rotten by her.

Azul: However, she didn't hold back on scolding me when I didn't heed her advice and mixed some dangerous potions together.

Azul: And that was beyond terrifying… She was as furious as whirlpools in a strait.

Jamil: Whirlpools in a strait, huh… I bet that was as intense at the Sea Witch in this painting.

Azul: Indeed she was. Even if I had wanted to swim away, my legs were shaking so much, I couldn't even move.

Azul: However, I do understand now that she was tough because she had been worried about me.

Azul: Even after leaving home, I diligently put forth the effort every single day while always remembering her teachings.

Azul: So whenever I go to work, I remember what she would say to me, and use that to strengthen myself before beginning.

Azul: She would say… "Become a mer who is capable of helping someone else."

Jamil: …I see.

Jamil: I gotta say, I wasn't expecting you to be that much of a grandma's boy. That's a bit of a shocker.

Azul: A grandma's boy… Well, I suppose. I am who I am now thanks to her.

Azul: Of course, it also wouldn't be incorrect to say that I learned the importance of proper compensation from her, either.

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Azul: This is… a painting that depicts story of when the Fairest Queen disguised herself as an old woman and visited a young girl who lived in a forest.

Azul: If I recall, as a way to help the young girl in love, she personally came to deliver apples that the she needed for a dish.

Jamil: So she was going to get through to her love interest through their stomach, hm. If the Fairest Queen herself brought them all the way there, those apples must have been especially delicious.

Azul: Indeed, one can almost smell that sweet apple aroma just by looking at this painting.

Azul: I'm sure it would be rather difficult for a painter from the oceans to draw such a real-looking apple.

Jamil: You think? Apples are imported under the sea, too. I feel like they could draw it by looking at that…

Azul: Of course, we absolutely can get our hands of apples in the sea. However, there is a large difference in how the light hits it and how the color shines upon it when it is at the sea floor compared to the surface.

Azul: Unless that painter has spent enough years on land, the way they draw them will be completely different from how they look on land.

Jamil: Interesting. Speaking of differences, Azul… Is it true that things smell differently on land and in the sea?

Azul: Oh, you're quite knowledgeable.

Azul: It often does feel as though the same things smell differently under the sea or on the surface.

Azul: When I first came on land, every scent was new to me, so every time I came across something new, I made it a point to determine its aroma.

Jamil: You just went around sniffing everything left and right… Haha, makes me laugh just imagining it.

Jamil: I bet everything smelling different caused some confusion, huh.

Azul: I suppose so. However, I did make some new discoveries. I especially found my meal times to be very valuable.

Azul: I can never forget that moment I realized just how different the flavors of ingredients that we also had in the ocean could be just from the change in aroma.

Azul: People do often say that fragrance is a valuable part of determining the taste factor of a dish.

Jamil: That's true. Oftentimes spices are used as a way to add fragrance in the same way.

Jamil: So, what was the dish that made you realize that even the same ingredients could affect the flavor?

Azul: Just a simple grilled dish. Char-grilled meat or fish, for example.

Azul: Of course, I've eaten things made on land underwater before, but the flavor was completely different.

Jamil: Char-grilling, hm. I can definitely see that as having a different flavor, since those dishes heavily rely on aromas.

Azul: Indeed. As such, at Jade and Floyd's suggestion, we had a barbeque soon after we came to the surface…

Azul: However, our ingredients became charred due to our inability to control the heat properly, and smoke kept getting into our eyes… It was one hardship after another, since we had no idea how to do it effectively.

Azul: Not to mention that Jade and Floyd found it entertaining to keep blowing the smoke in my direction… It was a wretched time.

Jamil: Sounds like fun to me. I can picture just how disgruntled you must have been.

Azul: Oh, is that right? I'll make sure to invite you next time, Jamil-san, since you seem interested.

Jamil: …I think I'll pass, actually.

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Jamil: This is a painting of the Lord of the Underworld and his human helper from his legends, huh. This lady looks pretty unhappy.

Azul: It is said that they would have troubles compromising often, and it seems that she is very reluctant towards something here.

Azul: In addition, she had failed in a task that the Lord had given her, and made a major misstep by reporting incorrect information.

Azul: However, he didn't abandon her and instead gave her a chance to redeem herself.

Azul: How utterly generous he is… The Lord of the Underworld is a wonderful inspiration as someone who knows how to rouse his people.

Jamil: Well, I can't deny that, but… To me, there's something to be said about being too tolerant.

Jamil: I know I personally would rather not have an increase in workload because something gets promised without thinking.

Azul: Are you perhaps talking about matter of raising the PR level of Night Raven College that the Headmage requested?

Azul: When that topic was brought up in the last Housewarden meeting, Kalim-san was so forthright in accepting the task.

Jamil: You accepted it, too. This is an unbearable weight on me, and my fellow dorm students, you know.

Jamil: I get why softhearted Kalim took it on, but why would you go out of your way to accept this sort of annoying task?

Azul: No reason why… The Headmage was in need, so I volunteered out of the goodness of my heart.

Azul: Also… If this PR were to succeed, then it would be beneficial to me, as well.

Jamil: Beneficial to you?

Azul: If the good name of our academy is spread, then that will also reflect on us, you see?

Azul: More than ever people will recognize us as being students from that Night Raven College…

Azul: And if it is a grand success, then as one of the organizers, I may have the chance to grow my own opportunities.

Jamil: So that's why. You're completely different from Kalim, who just took it on because the Headmage asked.

Jamil: But anyway, this is all just hypothetical, right? There's also the chance that it's all just a waste of time and effort.

Azul: That is true. However, that is no reason to sit back and do nothing.

Azul: My main goal while at this academy is to maximize my own marketability before heading out into society.

Azul: In order to achieve that, there is nothing I am unwilling to do. I must take every opportunity that is given to me.

Jamil: Sigh, that's just like you.

Jamil: Speaking of which, have you already come up with how you're planning on increasing PR?

Jamil: I hear that the organizer will have to implement the best idea personally. That's a pretty hefty load, don't you think?

Azul: Fufu, I can't go into details, but… Of course, I've thought of some feasible ideas.

Azul: If you're interested, why not join us, Jamil-san?

Azul: It would be remiss if I were to completely monopolize this wonderful of an opportunity.

Jamil: No thanks. I'll be leaving now before I get wrapped up in anything troublesome.

Azul: Fufu, and there he slips away from me. …Hm? This painting…

Azul: It's the mermaid who fell in love with a human from one of the Sea Witch's legends. She seems so naïve and vulnerable; one prone to being led on.

Azul: Fufu… The world is cruel, after all. I wonder how much of reality she actually understood.

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seomuse · 3 months ago

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seo changbin - private getaway

content includes: dom! changbin x poc fem reader

march 3

out of town, changbin is black, slight arguing, hair pulling, y/n is a freak, lovemaking, hickeys, rough nasty, choking, great aftercare from changbin, praise kinks, unsafe sex, y/n is spoiled rotten, changbin don't play about his girl, changbin is an eater (ifykyk)

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"i just flew you out, on a private jet. you still not satisfied?"

changbin tilted his head at his girlfriend, not understanding why he was getting attitude from her right now. y/n smacked her lips, crossing her arms as she leaned back against the plush leather seat. "it ain't about that, bin. you act like flying me out erases the fact that you been moving funny."

changbin exhaled through his nose, rubbing his temple before resting his arm on the armrest. "moving funny how? because i been busy? you know what i do."

she rolled her eyes, shifting her legs so she was facing him fully. "nah, busy is one thing. going ghost is another. you wasn't doing that before."

changbin studied her for a moment, his tongue running over his teeth before he leaned in, voice low. "so what, you think i'm out here fuckin' around?"

y/n didn't respond right away, just watching him. her silence alone made changbin chuckle dryly. "you kill me, ma. i take you to a whole island, just me and you, and you still looking for a problem."

"cause i'm not finna be no dumbass girlfriend, bin." she shot back, her voice sharp.

changbin nodded slowly, letting her words sink in. then, without warning, he reached out and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her onto his lap. "so tell me then," he murmured, his grip firm as he looked up at her. "what i gotta do to make you stop questioning me?"

y/n swallowed, her hands pressing against his chest as he kept her locked in place. she wanted to stay mad, to keep up the attitude, but the way his eyes darkened and his grip tightened made her stomach flip.

"mm, that's what i thought," changbin smirked, his fingers digging into her hips. "now act like you got some sense before i remind you who you belong to."

she sucked her teeth, trying to ignore the way her body responded to him. "bin, you not finna just sweet talk me and think everything cool."

changbin tilted his head, his smirk deepening. "who sweet talkin'? i'm just telling you how it is." his hands slid down to her thighs, squeezing lightly. "but if you need me to remind you some more, i got no problem doing that."

y/n huffed, pushing against his chest, but he didn't budge. "boy, move. i'm still mad at you."

"nah, you just wanna be mad," he murmured, his fingers tracing slow circles on her skin. "but you ain't really mad."

y/n glared at him, but her guard was slipping. changbin knew exactly what he was doing, and it pissed her off how easy it was for him to get her to fold.

"whatever," she muttered, trying to slide off his lap, but his grip tightened.

"nah, stay right here." his voice dropped even lower, his eyes locked onto hers. "matter fact, tell me what you want. what i gotta do to make you feel better?"

y/n bit her lip, her pride fighting against the way her body wanted to give in. "i want you to stop acting like you don't know why i be feeling some type of way," she admitted, her voice softer now.

changbin let out a small hum, nodding. "aight. so how 'bout this—we get to the villa, and i prove to you exactly where my head been at. sound good?"

she held his gaze for a moment, then rolled her eyes. "you always tryna fix shit with—"

"with what?" he teased, his smirk growing. "go 'head, say it."

y/n sucked her teeth again, pushing his face away with her hand, but he only chuckled. "you annoying as hell, bin."

"you love me though, you'll be aight." he shot back, finally letting her move off his lap.

y/n sighed, shaking her head, but she couldn't help the small smile tugging at her lips. "yeah, yeah, whatever. just don't have me out here feeling stupid, bin."

changbin leaned back, watching her closely. "never that, ma. you mine—you always gon' know that."

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the villa was straight out of a movie—oceanfront, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a private pool that overlooked the beach.

y/n should've been excited, but a little piece of her was still stuck on the argument. she didn't wanna ruin the trip, though, so she kept her attitude in check as she unpacked her bags in the massive bedroom.

changbin peeped her energy instantly. she wasn't moving with that same excitement she usually had when they traveled together. instead, she was quiet, going through her suitcase a little too focused. he sighed, walking up behind her and slipping his buff arms around her waist. "ma, i know you still mad, but can we enjoy this trip?"

y/n exhaled, her body leaning into his warmth even though she wanted to stay annoyed. "i am. i just—i don't like feeling like i'm crazy, bin."

he pressed a kiss to the side of her head, rubbing slow circles on her stomach. "i know, and we gon' talk about it more later. but right now, go put on something nice. i got something planned for you."

y/n turned her head slightly, side-eyeing him. "planned what?"

"if i tell you, it ain't a surprise," he smirked, squeezing her waist before stepping back. "just trust me."

she smacked her teeth but eventually grabbed one of her dresses, disappearing into the bathroom. changbin smirked to himself before pulling out his phone to make sure everything was set up outside.

—

when y/n stepped outside, her breath got caught in her throat.

a private dinner was set up on the sand, right by the water. the table was covered in candles, rose petals scattered around, and soft r&b played from the speakers.

the warm glow of the lights mixed with the sound of the waves made everything feel intimate, like they were in their own little world.

changbin stood by the table, dressed in a crisp black button up and slacks, his eyes lighting up when he saw her. "damn," he murmured, looking her up and down. "i knew you was gon' eat, but damn."

y/n rolled her eyes, but a small smile crept onto her lips. "you did all this?"

"for you? of course," he said, pulling out her chair for her. "gotta remind my girl she the only one i got eyes for."

y/n sat down, her heart softening despite everything. as much as changbin got on her nerves, he always knew how to make things right. maybe this vacation wasn't gonna be so bad after all.

y/n leaned back in her chair, watching changbin as he poured her a glass of wine. the way the candlelight reflected off his skin, the way his sleeves were rolled up just enough to show off his forearms—he knew what he was doing. and she hated how easy it was for him to pull her back in.

"so what, you tryna romance your way outta trouble?" she teased, taking a sip from her glass.

changbin smirked, cutting into his steak. "i ain't tryna do nothin' but treat my girl how she deserves to be treated."

y/n sucked her teeth, but she couldn't help the way her stomach flipped at his words. "mm, we gon' see about that."

the dinner was perfect—good food, good wine, and just enough flirting to ease the tension that had been hanging between them. by the time dessert rolled around, y/n was feeling warm and content, her earlier irritation starting to melt away.

y/n was a sucker for anything sweet.

changbin sat back, watching her with a grin. "you done side-eying me now, or you need some more convincing?"

y/n rolled her eyes, reaching for another bite of her chocolate mousse. "you lucky this food good."

changbin chuckled, then reached under the table and pulled out a small black box, sliding it toward her. "yeah? then you really gon' like this."

y/n's eyes flickered to the box, then back to him, her lips parting slightly. "bin... what is this?"

"open it and see."

she hesitated for a moment before picking up the box and slowly flipping it open. inside sat a delicate diamond bracelet, sparkling under the soft lights. simple but expensive. classy but flashy—just her style.

y/n blinked, her fingers lightly tracing over the jewels. "changbin..."

"look, i know i be having you stressed sometimes," he started, leaning forward. "but i don't ever want you questioning where you stand with me. you mine. and i ain't never gon' stop showing you that."

y/n swallowed, her chest tightening at his words. he was still annoying, still stubborn as hell, but he was hers. and he was trying.

"so what you say, ma?" changbin smirked, watching her reaction closely. "you still mad at me, or you gon' let me put it on you?"

y/n let out a breath, shaking her head as a small smile tugged at her lips. "you look good right now so i'll let it slide," she muttered, handing him the bracelet so he could put it on her wrist.

changbin chuckled, fastening it securely before pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "nah, i'm lucky you still putting up with my ass."

after dinner, changbin laced his fingers through y/n's and led her down toward the shore. the waves crashed softly, the cool night breeze playing with the hem of her dress. she let out a small sigh, finally starting to feel the weight of her attitude drift away.

"hold these for me," she said, slipping off her heels and handing them to changbin.

he took them without hesitation, slinging them over his shoulder like it was nothing. "damn, you be walking in these all night? no wonder you got an attitude," he teased.

y/n smacked her lips, nudging him with her hip. "shut up."

they walked in comfortable silence for a while, their hands still intertwined. the sand was cool against y/n's bare feet, and the sound of the ocean was soothing. changbin glanced down at her, his grip tightening just a little.

"i love you, you know that?" his voice was soft, serious.

y/n looked up at him, her heart skipping a beat. changbin wasn't the type to say things just to say them. when he spoke, he meant it. and y/n knew that.

"yeah," she murmured, a small smile creeping onto her lips. "i know."

changbin stopped walking, tugging her closer until their bodies were nearly flush. "nah, i don't think you do," he said, his free hand sliding up to cup her face. "i love you, y/n. like, for real. i know i don't always say the right shit or do everything perfect, but i need you to know you the only one i want."

y/n swallowed, feeling that last little bit of attitude she had completely fade. her fingers curled around the front of his shirt as she looked up at him.

"you love me for real?" she cheesed up at him, her voice becoming playful when he made her nervous.

changbin smirked, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "for real, for real."

before she could say anything else, he dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers. it wasn't rushed or rough—it was slow, deep, like he was trying to make sure she felt every ounce of what he was saying. y/n melted into it, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back just as sweetly.

by the time they pulled away, her heart was racing, but all the tension from earlier was gone.

and changbin noticed it.

he grinned, stealing one more kiss before wrapping an arm around her waist and leading her back toward the villa. "now let's go inside before i gotta carry you."

as they made their way back to the villa, y/n felt lighter. the ocean breeze, the warmth of changbin's hand in hers, and that soft, lingering kiss had washed away all the attitude she had earlier. she wasn't the type to let things go easy, but damn... he made it impossible to stay mad.

the second they stepped inside, she noticed something different.

the floor leading to their bedroom was lined with rose petals, deep red against the sleek marble, forming a delicate path. y/n blinked, glancing up at changbin, who just smirked, his dimples flashing.

"keep going," he nodded toward the bedroom.

her heart sped up as she followed the trail, stepping carefully over the petals. the door was slightly open, and when she pushed it fully, she froze.

the room was covered in roses.

rose petals were spread across the massive king-sized bed, soft and inviting. red and pink balloons floated around the ceiling, and right above the headboard, a cluster of balloons spelled out "i love you" in bold red letters. the soft glow from the dimmed chandelier and scattered candles made everything feel warm, intimate, and dreamy.

but it wasn't just that.

on the bed, a collection of designer gift bags sat neatly, some names instantly catching her eye—chanel, dior, bottega, louis vuitton. right beside it, a few sleek jewelry boxes were stacked on top of each other, another sign that he had gone all out for her.

a massive bouquet of deep red roses sat in a crystal vase on the nightstand, filling the room with their rich scent.

then her eyes landed on something that made her breath hitch.

a neatly stacked pile of money, secured with paper bands, sat right at the edge of the bed.

not just a few bands. not a little spending money. but real money.

y/n's eyes widened. "bin..." her voice came out breathy as she turned toward him.

changbin was leaning against the doorframe his phone in hand, recording her reaction with a knowing smirk. "mmhmm, go 'head, baby. look through it."

y/n let out a small squeal, her excitement taking over as she practically skipped toward the bed, dropping onto the soft sheets. she picked up one of the designer bags first, peeking inside. a brand-new chanel purse, sleek black leather with gold accents. she pulled it out, admiring the shine before she set it aside and reached for another.

dior. bottega. a new pair of red bottoms. a nice silk hermès scarf. the gifts just kept coming.

she opened one of the small jewelry boxes, her mouth parting at the sight of a diamond bracelet—similar to the one he had given her at dinner but even more extravagant, with matching earrings and a necklace.

"bin," she whispered, looking up at him.

he was still recording, his free hand tucked into his pocket, a lazy smirk on his lips. "yeah, ma?"

"what is all this?" she pouted, running her fingers over the bracelet before setting it down and finally reaching for the stack of money. she picked up one of the bundles, feeling the weight of it. she wasn't new to this, changbin been giving her money. but still... this was a lot.

"what it look like?" changbin chuckled, finally walking over to her. he placed his phone down on the nightstand, still recording, before sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. "that's for you, baby. all of it."

she turned to him, still gripping the stack. "bin, this is—"

"nothing compared to what you deserve," he cut her off smoothly, reaching out to cup her cheek. she didn't hesitate to lean into his palm. his eyes softened, all playfulness melting into something serious. "you hold me down. you put up with my bullshit. you got my back no matter what. so why wouldn't i spoil you?"

y/n swallowed, her chest tightening. it wasn't just about the money, or the gifts, or the grand gestures. it was the way he loved her—loudly and unapologetically.

she set the money down and turned toward him fully, jumping into his lap. changbin's hands found her waist instantly, steadying her as she cupped his face.

"i love you." she says, her forehead resting against his.

changbin smirked, his grip on her waist tightening. "i know, i love you more."

she kissed him then, slow and deep, her fingers threading through his hair as he pulled her even closer. whatever doubts, whatever frustration she had earlier—it was long gone. right now, all she could feel was love.

when they finally pulled away, changbin licked his lips, his eyes hooded. "so... you still mad at me?"

y/n laughed softly, shaking her head. "hell nah."

"good." changbin grinned, gently flipping her onto her back against the rose-covered bed, his body hovering over hers. "now let me love on you properly."

y/n barely had time to react before changbin's lips were on hers again, his weight pressing her gently into the bed. the scent of roses filled the air, mixing with the faint cologne lingering on his skin. everything about this moment felt unreal.

she moaned into his mouth, letting him deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that made her toes curl. one of his hands trailed up her thigh, fingers teasing the fabric of her dress before sliding up to rest on her hip. his grip was firm, possessive.

"you really went all out for me," y/n murmured when he finally pulled back, her voice breathy.

changbin smirked, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip before he leaned in, kissing the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, then lower—his lips grazing the soft skin of her neck. "of course, i did," he murmured against her skin. "there's nothing i wouldn't do for you."

y/n bit her lip, heat rising to her cheeks as his lips moved lower, pressing gentle kisses along the curve of her shoulder. his hand was still gripping her hip, holding her in place, as if he wanted to take his time.

"you love spoiling me, huh?" she teased, running her fingers through his hair, tugging lightly just to see his reaction.

changbin chuckled, his breath warm against her skin. "hell yeah," he admitted, pulling back just enough to look at her. his dark eyes burned into hers, full of something heavy.

"you deserve all of it. the gifts, the money, everything. but more than that—you deserve to feel like you never gotta question how much i love you."

y/n's chest tightened at his words. she knew changbin was the type to show love more than say it, but when he did say it, he made sure she felt every word.

she cupped his face, studying him for a moment. "you really mean that?"

changbin nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "yeah, ma. i mean that."

y/n's lips curled into a soft smile before she pulled him down for another kiss. this one was slow, lingering, filled with nothing but love. changbin melted into it, his hands gripping the sheets like he needed her as much as she needed him.

after a few moments, she pulled away, giggling softly when changbin groaned in protest.

"boy, we ain't even go through all my gifts yet," she teased, nudging his shoulder.

changbin huffed, rolling onto his back and pulling her with him so she was straddling his lap. "alright, alright. go 'head, open 'em."

y/n sat up, her fingers brushing over the luxury bags again. she picked up another one, pulling out a sleek designer watch, the diamonds on the face glistening under the dim light.

"bin," she gasped, running her fingers over it.

"put it on," he said, smirking as he watched her excitement.

she did, admiring how it sat on her wrist, sparkling against her skin. it was the perfect size, not to loose and not to tight. "oh yeah, i'm wearin' this everywhere."

changbin chuckled, sitting up slightly and leaning on one arm. "good. let 'em know you got a man that takes care of you."

y/n rolled her eyes playfully but couldn't hide her smile. she reached for another bag, pulling out a small velvet box. her heart skipped a beat as she opened it, revealing a delicate diamond ring—not an engagement ring, but something just as meaningful.

she looked up at changbin, eyes wide. "bin..."

he sat up fully now, taking the box from her hands. "ain't no proposal," he said quickly, smirking when she playfully smacked his arm. "but it's a promise. a promise that i got you. always."

y/n stared at him for a moment, her throat tightening. then, without another word, she launched herself into his arms, hugging him tightly.

changbin chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist. "so you like it?"

"i love it," she murmured, pulling back just enough to kiss him again.

he kissed her back just as deeply, hands gripping her waist like he never wanted to let go. when they finally pulled away, he smirked, his hands trailing down to her thighs.

"so... can i love on you now, or you still wanna open gifts?"

y/n laughed, shaking her head. "boy, shut up and kiss me."

changbin didn't hesitate.

his hands roamed her lower body, trailing up her thighs to lift up her dress. "how do i take this off—i don't wanna ruin it." he asks softly, making y/n feel nervous all over again.

"just slide it over my head." she giggles, making changbin hum and slide the dress up, she helped by lifting up her arms. he dropped the dress to the floor and bit his lip.

"you like?" she asks sweetly, referring to the matching red lace set she had on underneath. changbin clenched his jaw, his eyes trailing up her almost naked body. "i fucking love it mama, it's sexy." he says, leaning forward and peppering kisses across her chest.

y/n whines, pulling at his shirt. changbin picked her up and flipped them back over, laying her on the bed as he got a better look at her.

he kicked his shoes off and bit his lip as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off, leaning down to kiss over her stomach. her hand trailed into his hair as he kissed and bit at her inner thighs.

"bin s-stop teasing." she whined, gently tugging at his hair.

changbin chuckled against her skin, his breath warm as he kissed the soft flesh of her inner thigh again. "mm, you say that now," he murmured, his hands sliding up her waist, thumbs brushing against the lace of her panties. "but i bet if i take my time, you gon' be beggin' me to keep going."

y/n let out a soft whimper, squirming under his touch. she hated how much control he had over her body, how easily he could turn her attitude into nothing but breathless moans.

her fingers curled tighter into his hair, her nails lightly scratching his scalp as she arched her hips toward him. "bin, stop playin' with me."

changbin looked up at her, his dark eyes hooded with desire. he smirked, pressing a kiss right above the lace before slowly dragging his tongue across her skin. "nah, ma. we got all night."

he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs at a slow agonizing pace. y/n let out a shaky breath, her thighs pressing together instinctively, but changbin wasn't having it. his strong hands gripped her knees, spreading them apart as he settled between them.

"there she go," he murmured, voice thick with hunger as he ran a hand up her thigh. "so pretty for me."

y/n's chest rose and fell rapidly, anticipation building in her stomach. her head fell back against the pillow he slid underneath her head, her body already surrendering to him.

changbin leaned in, pressing warm, open mouthed kisses along her inner thighs, his tongue flicking against her skin teasingly. his hands slid up to hold her waist in place as he kissed closer... closer...

then, he pulled back.

y/n's eyes snapped open, frustration flashing across her face. "boy, if you don't—"

changbin chuckled, pitching the inside of her thigh. "patience, baby." he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip before finally leaning down, pressing his mouth against her her lips.

y/n let out a sharp gasp, her back arching off the bed as pleasure shot through her body. her fingers immediately tangle in his hair, holding onto him as he worked her with slow, deliberate strokes. changbin groaned against her, the sound vibrating against her sensitive skin, making her thighs tremble.

"f-fuck, bin—" her voice broke into a moan, her breathing ragged as he picked up his pace.

changbin hummed in response, his hands tightening on her hips, keeping her locked in place as he ate her out in the best was possible. he loved this—loved how she melted under him, loved the way she sounded when she moaned his name, loved how she completely fell apart in his hands.

her thighs squeezed around his head, her body trembling as he pushed her closer to the edge. "bin, i'm—i can't—"

he pulled back just enough to murmur, "yes, you can. gimme that shit, baby."

and just like that, her orgasm washed over her. she never came so fast in her life.

y/n cried out, her whole body tensing as pleasure washed over her in waves. changbin didn't let up, licking and sucking her through it, groaning at the way she twitched under him.

by the time he finally pulled away, his lips were glistening, his eyes dark with satisfaction. he licked over his bottom lip, groaning at the taste of her on his tongue. he smirked as he climbed back up to her

"look at you," he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her jaw. "so pretty when you cum."

y/n was still catching her breath, her body weak from the orgasm. she barely had time to recover before she felt changbin's hands sliding up her body again, his fingers making quick work of unclasping her bra and tossing it to the floor.

"you ready for me, mama?" he asked against her lips, his voice thick with need.

y/n's breath hitched, her fingers trailing down to the waistband of his pants. "yes, hurry please."

changbin sat up on his knees, watching her with hungry eyes as he used his strength to flip her over onto her stomach, completely manhandling her.

the soft glow from the candles illuminated her skin, highlighting the sheen of sweat that had formed from the pleasure he just gave her. but what really had him mesmerized was the way the deep red rose petals clung to her bare skin, scattered across her back, her thighs, the curves of her ass.

"fuck..." he muttered under his breath, licking his lips.

y/n was still catching her breath. she turned her head slightly to look at him over her shoulder. "what?" her voice was soft, dazed.

changbin smirked, shaking his head as he reached over to the nightstand, grabbing his phone. "you look too good right now," he says, unlocking his phone with one hand while the other ran down the curve of her back. his touch was light and teasing, making her shiver under him.

y/n let out a soft whine, wiggling her hips slightly. "bin, stop..."

"hold still, baby," he murmured, adjusting the angle before snapping a picture. the screen lit up, capturing the way the red petals contrasted against her smooth skin. her body looked like something out of a painting, sprawled out across the white sheets.

he took another, this time zooming in on the way the petals clung to the curve of her ass, the way her back arched just the way he liked it. he groaned under his breath, his dick twitching in his pants at the sight.

"fuck... you so damn fine."

y/n bit her lip, peeking back at him through her lashes. "you taking pictures instead of fucking me?" she teased, her voice dripping with seduction.

changbin chuckled, tossing his phone onto the nightstand before running his palm down the small of her back, his touch warm and possessive. "i had to. ain't no way i wasn't capturing this," he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to her shoulder. "you gon' let me keep 'em?"

y/n hummed, pretending to think about it, but the way her breath hitched when his hands gripped her waist gave her away. "hmm... what you need them for?"

changbin smirked against her skin, his lips trailing down her spine. "so when i ain't with you, i can remind myself what's mine," he muttered, his voice dark and filled with heat. his hand pressed into the curve of her back, making her arch deeper than before.

y/n let out a small gasp as he manhandled her into position, her hands gripping the sheets. "damn, bin..."

"shh, i got you, mama," he murmured, running his hands down her sides, his thumbs grazing the dip of her waist before gripping the flesh of her ass. he squeezed, spreading her slightly before leaning in, pressing his lips to the small of her back.

his kisses were slow, teasing, traveling down the curve of her spine, to the swell of her ass, then lower. y/n shuddered, her fingers twisting into the sheets.

"bin, please..." she whined, pressing her hips back slightly, her body aching for more.

he chuckled, biting down gently on the plush of her ass before soothing it with his tongue. "so needy, baby," he teased, his voice dripping with amusement. "you was just mad at me an hour ago, now look at you."

y/n sucked her teeth, turning her head to glare at him. "changbin, if you don't stop—"

changbin cut her off with a sharp slap to her ass, the sound echoing through the room.

y/n gasped, her back arching deeper. "fuck—"

"watch that attitude," he murmured, rubbing the spot he just smacked, his other hand undoing his belt with ease. he took his time, letting her squirm under his touch.

he slid his belt off, tossing it to the side before unbuttoning his slacks, pushing them down just enough to free himself. he was already hard, aching at this point. the sight of her laid out for him making it nearly unbearable.

he ran his tip along her soaked folds, teasing her, watching the way her body tensed in anticipation. "you ready for me, baby?"

y/n pushed back against him, getting impatient. "yes, bin, please."

that was all he needed.

changbin gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he pushed inside her, stretching her open inch by inch. he let out a low groan, his head falling back slightly as he sank deeper. "shit—you so fucking tight," he muttered, his grip tightening.

y/n moaned, her body trembling as she adjusted to him. the stretch was amazing, a mix of pain and pleasure that had her toes curling and her eyes watering. "oh my god..."

changbin stilled for a moment, giving her time, his hands roaming up and down her waist. "you good, baby?" his voice was softer now, checking on her despite how needy he was feeling.

she nodded quickly, her breath hitching. "y-yeah... move, bin, please."

his eyes darkened at her words. "you sure?"

y/n whined, pushing her hips back against him. "yes, bin, fuck me."

that was all it took.

changbin let out a low curse before pulling back slightly and snapping his hips forward, filling her completely. y/n let out a loud sharp cry, gripping the sheets as he set a deep, slow rhythm, making sure she felt every inch of him.

his fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he fucked into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. "fuck, baby... you feel so good," he groaned, his breath ragged.

y/n moaned loudly, her body rocking with each thrust. "s-so deep..."

"yeah?" changbin smirked, wrapping her hair around his fist and pulling her head back slightly. "you can take it, baby. you was talkin' all that shit earlier—now look at you."

y/n gasped, pleasure shooting up her spine at the roughness. "shut up," she tried to sass, but her voice was shaky, her body betraying her.

changbin chuckled darkly, his free hand trailing down to her throat, squeezing tight enough for her to feel it. "nah, you love it," he groans, pressing a kiss to the side of her face.

he picked up his pace, his thrusts growing rougher, deeper, hitting that spot that made her cry. y/n's moans turned into sobs, her body trembling as the pleasure built rapidly.

"b-bin—fuck, i'm—"

"i know, baby," he gritted out, his grip on her neck tightening. "cum for me. let me feel you."

with one more deep thrust, y/n fell apart, her whole body shaking as pleasure crashed over her. changbin groaned as he felt her tighten around him, his own release hitting seconds later.

he collapsed forward, pressing his chest against her back as they both caught their breath, their bodies still connected. he pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, letting go of her hair. his hand still around her neck as he peppered kisses to her cheek.

"you did so good baby." changbin says, feeling her smile. y/n was clearly still in a daze, she still needed time to come back.

he pushed in her before sliding out, making them both moan at the same time.

changbin pressed a soft kiss to y/n's forehead before slipping out of bed, careful not to disturb her too much. her body was still trembling, her breath uneven as she curled into the sheets. he chuckled softly, brushing a few strands of hair away from her damp forehead before pressing another kiss there.

"i'll be right back, baby," he murmured, his voice warm and soothing.

she hummed in response, too tired to speak, her eyelids heavy as she nuzzled into the pillow. changbin smirked before standing up and heading toward the bathroom.

the bathroom was just as luxurious as the rest of the villa—marble floors, dimmable lighting, and a bathtub big enough for the both of them. he turned the faucet on, adjusting the temperature until the water was just right—warm but not too hot, perfect for soothing their sore bodies.

as the tub filled, he grabbed a bottle of y/n's favorite bubble bath, pouring a generous amount into the water. the scent of vanilla and coconut filled the air, instantly relaxing him.

he leaned down and swirled the water with his hand, watching as the bubbles formed, soft and inviting.

changbin turned off the water once the tub was full, then grabbed a fluffy white towel, setting it on the counter before walking back into the bedroom.

y/n was exactly where he left her, her bare body tangled in the white sheets, her skin glowing under the dim lighting. changbin couldn't help but smile. she looked beautiful.

he sat on the edge of the bed, his hand running over her thigh. "baby," he called softly, rubbing small circles into her skin.

y/n stirred slightly, her lashes fluttering as she peeked up at him through sleepy eyes. "hmm?"

changbin leaned down, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "c'mon, let me get you cleaned up."

she groaned softly, stretching out her limbs before lazily reaching for him. "too tired, bin," she mumbled, her voice muffled against the pillow.

he chuckled, sliding his arms underneath her before effortlessly lifting her into his chest. she let out a small gasp, wrapping her arms around his neck instinctively.

"bin—"

"shh, i got you," he murmured, carrying her toward the bathroom with ease. "let me take care of you."

she sighed against his skin, letting her body relax into his. changbin stepped into the bathroom, the warm scent of vanilla filling the space. he carefully stepped into the tub, keeping y/n secure in his arms as he slowly lowered them into the water.

a soft moan escaped y/n's lips as the warm water surrounded her body. "mm, feels good..."

changbin smirked, settling them both in, his arms still wrapped around her as he leaned back against the edge of the tub. "told you."

she let out a content sigh, resting her head against his chest. the warmth of the water, combined with the steady beat of his heart, made her feel completely at peace.

changbin grabbed a soft washcloth, dipping it into the water before running it gently over her skin. he was making sure to be extra gentle as he cleaned her off. his movements were tender, the complete opposite of how he had been earlier.

he ran the cloth over her shoulders, down her arms, and then her stomach, making sure to wipe away any lingering sweat. when he reached her thighs, she let out a soft whimper, her body still sensitive.

"shh, i know, baby," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her damp shoulder. "i'm bein' gentle."

she hummed in response, melting into his touch.

after he finished cleaning her, he set the cloth aside and reached for the shampoo, squeezing some into his palm before gently lathering it into her hair. his fingers massaged her scalp, slow and careful, working through the strands with ease.

y/n let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering shut. "bin... that feels so good."

changbin smiled, continuing his slow, soothing movements. "yeah? i should do this more often then."

"mhm..." she mumbled, completely relaxed.

once he finished washing her hair, he rinsed it out carefully, making sure no soap got into her eyes. then, he grabbed the towel he had set aside earlier, wrapping it around her shoulders before helping her out of the tub.

he dried her off with slow, gentle strokes, his eyes soft as he took care of her. when she shivered slightly, he pulled her into his chest, rubbing her back to warm her up.

"c'mon, let's get you in bed," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.

he carried her back to the bedroom, setting her down gently on the bed before grabbing one of his t-shirts from his suitcase. he slipped it over her head, pulling it down over her body before helping her into a fresh pair of underwear.

once she was dressed, he got himself dressed before he climbed into bed beside her, pulling the covers over them. he wrapped his arms around her, tucking her into his chest, his fingers tracing slow patterns on her back.

y/n sighed happily, nuzzling into him. "thank you, bin," she whispered, her voice laced with exhaustion.

he kissed the top of her head, holding her a little tighter. "always, baby. now go to sleep, i got you."

within minutes, y/n's breathing evened out, her body completely relaxed against his. changbin smiled, pressing one last kiss to her forehead before closing his eyes, letting sleep take him too.

Fin.

#straykids #fanfic #fiction #imagines #kpop #writing #smut #small artist #seo changbin #y/n #fem reader #ambw #ambw fic #skz x reader #skz #skz imagines #skz smut

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hughiecampbelle · 9 months ago

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Being Hughies Supe Sibling Would Include:

Requested: hi!! i hope you're doing well 💓 can i request maybe an fic/headcanon where the reader is supe and hughie's sibling who hasn't seen him in years because reader stayed with their mother? (and the reader meets hughie when their father dies). feel free to ignore, but i thought the idea was interesting. Thanks!!! 🫶🫶🫶 - anon

A/N: I love this idea!!!! For this sake, I'm picturing Hughie as late 20s, making reader mid/early 20s. Thank you for requesting!! I hope you like it my love!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💕

Hughie found both you and your mother at your father's bedside. You were asleep, your head on the edge of his bed, your mother watching over the two of you

He's shocked. He hadn't seen either of you since he was a little kid. You were even younger, a toddler

He remembers very little before your mother left and took you with her. There's a clear line of before and after in his memories. Before you were a regular family of four. After it was just Hugh and Hughie, eating pizza rolls and watching TV reruns

He wants there to be a spark of recognition when it comes to you, he really does, but when he looks at you he doesn't see the baby sibling he begged for. The baby he played with. The toddler he read to, taught you everything you knew, and spoiled rotten with toys and candy. He sees a stranger

Hughie pills your mother aside, unsure of what to do, wanting to say so many things. Where was she? Where were you all these years? Why did she take you and leave him?

He learns the answer not long after: because you're a Supe. You were injected with Compound V as an infant, but your powers didn't appear until you were a teenager. Knowing it was her decision to give you the V, that Hugh would never have said no to her, Daphne took you with her, realizing that whatever happened to you, however you ended up, would be entirely her fault

She was even more depressed after you were born and, wanting to save you from this depression, from a life like hers, she thought the V would help

Hughie and Daphne talk out in the hall, not wanting to wake you or your dad up

"They missed you."

"Do they even remember me?"

That definitely hurts Daphne. She raised you knowing and loving your big brother. She brought pictures of him and made sure you knew he loved you. Because of this, you'd idolized him

When your mother found out your father was sick, she took you back to the city

It's not like you never wanted to reach out, but you could imagine the hurt your mother leaving must have caused. You didn't want to rip open that wound again. And, you feared, Hughie would hate you because you were a Supe

You followed Annie online and knew all about their public relationship. Even before then, you'd stalked him online and made a fake account to keep up with him. You even knew about what happened to Robin

It's not like Hughie forgot about you. You were his baby sibling, the best thing to ever happen to him. He didn't know you were a Supe, though. And, angrily, he assumed your mother chose you over him because you were too young to remember the family she broke up. You would love her because you didn't know anything else

Once you do wake up, it gets awkward

You're not sure whether to hug him or shake his hand, so you end up doing some weird thing in the middle before deciding to sit down again

Unsure of how to break the ice, you bring up Annie. How cool you think she is, how you've been following her since she was initiated into The Seven. Not knowing any better, you tell him how cool it must have been to visit Vought Tower

Immediately, he's turned off. He wants to be kind, be cool, but he can't think about Homelander and Vought while his dad is dying

Your mom leaves for a few hours, letting you two "catch up"

It's definitely painful conversation. You don't want to talk about your childhood, knowing it's a sore subject, so you go on to tell him about the semester you have left at God U and the internship you have because of it

"You're, you're a Supe?"

"Dad. . . didn't say anything?"

You sit quietly again before you find an excuse to leave (bathroom break, getting a soda from the vending machine) before you come back

"What, what can you do?"

You don't love how you became a Supe, but you love being a Supe

You show him, keeping things quiet so as not to disturb anyone

When he has to leave he promises to come back the same time, hoping to see you again

It's hard at first, but before you know it your dad is awake and the four of you are reminiscing about the years you were all together

Your dad loves hearing about the life you've had. When your Supe abilities appeared, your time studying at God U, all the good memories you have with your mom

When Hugh passes, Hughie holds you, taking on that big brother role like no time has passed

You know he's busy (with what, you're still not sure) but he promises to keep in touch and see you as much as he can

When you and Hughie and Daphne go on the tour to spread his ashes, you meet Annie and all their friends

They're more than welcoming, sharing funny stories about your brother, trying to make you smile on such a hard day

Annie heard little about you from Hughie besides the basics, but she falls in love with you immediately

You're not sure whether to tell you're a Supe, so you keep it to yourself. That is, until that asshole yells at Annie and Hughie tells him to fuck off. You get so upset on their behalf you end up showing your powers

"Hughie didn't tell us about that. . ."

After the memorial, you make sure to reach out to him, wanting to keep in contact

He's pretty vague, but he urges you and Daphne to get out of the city

You stay though, sensing something is off. You tell your mom everything is fine and, for her safety, you promise you'll be with her in a few days, you just want to see more of your brother

You follow them to the end, when they try to split up and say goodbye, after Butcher gets the virus

Keeping a safe distance, you follow Hughie and Annie's car. You're stopped short by a woman with a shaved head and men in tactical gear

When Hughie is dragged into the van and Annie flies off, you're handcuffed and sedated, your hands bound with Vought technology so you can't use your powers

"Y/n?"

#requested #headcanon #hughie campbell #hughie campbell x reader #hughie campbell headcanon #the boys #the boys headcanon #the boys x reader #ennasfavorites

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xfangheartx · 11 months ago

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Fizz and Ozzie adopt Oliver headcanons

I'm sure a lot of us have had thoughts of Fizz and Ozzie adopting this cutie patootie:

Well, here are my headcanons on what happened when Fizz and Ozzie adopted little Ollie!

It happened about more than a week after Fizz quit being Mammon's brand boy.

Fizz just fell in love with Oliver since the moment he met him at the clown pageant and he hadn't gotten him out of his mind since.

In fact, not knowing what happened to Oliver or whether he was safe made Fizz restless and worried for days, which Ozzie noticed.

After a while, Fizz asks Ozzie if they can do some digging around, and they eventually find out that Oliver is an orphan. His parents gave him away because they didn't want to deal with having a deaf child.

Thankfully, his caretaker is very nice.

Fizz gets everything prepared for having a child in the house. He makes a separate room for Ollie, buys him all kinds of toys, and even helps Ozzie learn sign language.

They also try to hide all the sexy stuff. Even if it's Hell, Ollie is still a little kid and they don't want to expose him to that until he's at least 13.

Ozzie is actually a bit nervous about having a child. He may have looked after Charlie when she was little, but he still thinks that he might not be ready for one. He ends up going to Lucifer and Stolas for advice since they're both fathers.

They say that parenting is a lot of work, no matter how old your children are, but in the end, it's worth it, and Ozzie takes this to heart.

Eventually, they arrive at the orphanage where Oliver lives in Greed. The other kids get along with him pretty well, too. Some of the children even talk to him in sign language so that he feels included.

When Fizz walks up to Oliver, he's surprised, but he's also very happy. When he asks him what he's doing at the orphanage, Fizz signs to him that he and Ozzie are going to be his new dads and are taking him home with them.

Oliver is so surprised and happy, that he just starts crying, but Fizz hugs him tightly, and so does Ozzie.

After the paperwork is all signed, Oliver is officially adopted.

He loves his new home and his new dads, who spoil him rotten (Fizz more so than Ozzie).

Verosika even comes to babysit, once in a while. She's surprisingly good with children!

Also, Ozzie made Oliver some cochlear implants so that he could hear a bit better, but he and Fizz told him that he could still use sign language.

Fizz teaches Oliver some circus tricks in their downtime, knowing that his newly adopted son still wants to be a clown.

However, he warns him not to sign up with Mammon. He will NOT make the same mistake twice.

#helluva boss #helluva boss headcanons #fizzarolli #asmodeus helluva boss #oliver helluva boss #asmodeus x fizzarolli #fizzarozzie #fizzmodeus

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linxnnalyn · 17 days ago

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Being in a secret relationship with Victoria

࣪𖤐.ᐟ note -> My favorite girl she’s such a sweetheart omfg she didn’t deserve what happened to her in her bad ending.

࣪𖤐.ᐟ warnings -> SPOILERS FOR HER BAD ENDING!!!

࣪𖤐.ᐟ content includes -> fluff and angst, secret affair, arranged marriage, she spoils you, just sad guys.

۫ ꣑ৎ Victoria never wanted this to happen. She never wanted to marry a woman she doesn’t even know, but she has to and she can’t stop it. Victoria cannot bear to live without you, and she is willing to abandon all her morals just so you could stay by her side, it isn’t like she loves her fiance as it is and she doesn’t love her. So this isn’t wrong, is it?

۫ ꣑ৎ She would buy you anything and everything you want. No matter how much it costs she will buy it for you because Victoria knows she’s being selfish for begging you to stay, even if it is by being a mistress. And Victoria would do anything to make you feel better about it, but deep down she knows that nothing will ever help the pain.

۫ ꣑ৎ At first Victoria would often forget to take off her engagement ring when she was with you, but over time she started to leave it behind when spending time with you, not wanting to be reminded of the future that is trying to devour her soul. Because when she is with you Victoria feels at ease and all her worries wash away, and that ring causes nothing but pain.

۫ ꣑ৎ She would spoil you rotten with gifts and presents. Every day Victoria would leave expensive gifts on your desk, and every time she would visit you Victoria would bring mountains of presents she knows you would like. It is the only way for Victoria to feel less guilty for having you suffer because of her love for you and her family.

۫ ꣑ৎ Victoria hates the secrecy of your relationship. She hates that she can’t hold your hand in public, that she isn’t able to openly kiss you and love you. And Victoria hates that she is being so selfish, loving you and forcing you to keep your love a secret just because she isn’t able to let you go.

۫ ꣑ৎ Once she is married Victoria becomes a lot more clingier and spoils you even more because of her guilt. Thankfully her wife stays in the United States after their wedding, talking to Victoria every couple of months. At first Victoria thought about telling her wife about you but ended up not doing it because she doesn’t trust her.

۫ ꣑ৎ Victoria would start spending almost all of her time outside of work in your apartment to the point she rarely goes back to her own home. She would spend the whole time by your side, practically clinging onto you like a koala. Victoria pours all of her love and affection onto you when she’s spending time with you at your home, because she can’t anywhere else.

۫ ꣑ৎ She resents Rosaline so much and makes sure her cousin doesn’t come anywhere near you. Rosaline is the reason why she can’t be truly with you, and Victoria will never ever forgive her for that. Whenever Rosaline even tries to approach you Victoria makes sure something more important comes up.

۫ ꣑ৎ Victoria would buy you a ring as similar to her wedding ring as possible. While she might not be able to legally marry you because she is already married, Victoria can let herself be delusional with the ring on your own finger. She would also buy customized necklaces that while might not look matching to others, you two they know are.

۫ ꣑ৎ She keeps a hidden drawer in her office, one that only she has the key to, and inside it are all the little things that remind her of you. It’s the only place where your love is allowed to exist. It makes her feel both comforted and guilty , because she knows she’s forced your love into hiding and that you deserve a love that can live freely in the sun, not buried in a locked drawer.

#victoria #victoria x reader #victoria qi #victoria qi x reader #love curse #love curse x reader #love curse find your soulmate #wlw #sapphic

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beware-of-pity · 5 months ago

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Sins of the Father(s) VI

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Bruce Wayne (Battinson) x Reader

Crossposted on Ao3

Summary :

One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There's only one recorded, But both belong to me.

Chapter VI: People say we're alike (They say we've got the same hair, It's you and me on the coin)

ִֶ. . ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐

When you were younger, you weren’t too fond of people’s attention being drawn to you, when women would gush over how cute you were, and older men would look at you and wish for daughters as intelligent, which you didn’t think you were, as you were. Now that you were older, you liked attention much less.

There was something about being sought after that just made your head hurt. The constant phone calls, the dozens of voicemails, the appointments Charlotte made for you that you didn’t authorise for people you would rather not see. Those were the days when you truly needed an out, and, somehow, you always found yourself up in downtown Gotham, outside a burger shop in one of the most unkept neighbours in the area, and a greasy mess of meat, cheese and sleazy, oily, slick dripping down your hands as you indulged in the bomb of calories you were gripping for dear life. Joining you tonight, was your little sister Eleanor, who was staying with you for a few days to write a piece for her journalism class about the recent passing of Mayor Mitchell. Despite the somewhat sketchy surroundings, both of you seem surprisingly at ease. Eleanor appears almost amused by the stark contrast between your usual upscale life and the rugged, grease-covered burger joint, though she didn’t complain, she preferred this much better, making her feel like a normal girl in her early twenties instead of the upstanding persona she had to put up with because of her family name.

You felt that close to home, more than you liked to admit.

You and Eleanor, and by default your brother, Herbert, had an age gap in between, and although not big by any means, it always made you the third primary carer of your much younger siblings. You wanted them to lead normal lives, far away from the social circle formed only ever by people of your ‘standing’, which included the rich, pompous, and entitled brats you had grown up around alongside Bruce.

When you had moved away for college for a few years, whenever you came back for the holidays or family business, you would sneak them out of the house for a quick run down to whatever fast food chain they were craving at two in the morning. You spoiled them rotten with gifts all year round, to the point where those you bestowed upon them on Christmas morning were nothing more than spare change you had not spent on them during the year.

Eleanor and Herbert were one of the few things you loved in life. Despite having a pretty perfect one you never had friends you could consider true friends growing up, just people who only “liked” you because of your social status, except Bruce. But with your siblings, that didn’t matter at all. And although you all had your ups and downs with one another, the three of you loved each other to no end. The two of them were eternally grateful for everything you did for them and shielded them from, and however young they were, they both understood that because you were the eldest, they were shielded from a lot as a result. Had your brother been older, even now that he was twenty-one, he would have become the man of the house much earlier. Still, instead, you were given precede and seniority over such title, which no one thought he should be given when you had proven yourself more than capable of committing to such a role for so long. Your mother had all but reinforced over everyone in the family, close relatives and cousins whose names you could not care to remember, as well as your late father’s advisors and ‘friends’, such as accountants, lawyers and political allies, that you were to be the one they would from now on have to look up to in the hierarchy that your family revolved around — and they would have to content themselves to that. They would answer to you and only you whether they liked it or not it was not of her concern.

All had bowed their heads and became subservient to the new order of things except your uncle, your late father’s brother. He was displeased, but then again, he was by many things. You and your brother used to joke that he was displeased by the notion of the world existing altogether, for whenever was your uncle pleased by something? He was a born contrarian, a man who contradicted others for the pleasure of doing so, for the righteousness of it. When your father died, he was the first to oppose the notion of you taking the reins as head of the family. It didn't matter to him that you had been the one who had been trained by your father to take over, that you had been the one who had been groomed for the position. He argued that a child like you could not truly grow into the role given to you - and he was right, you were a child,a frightened one, no older than twelve years old and being trusted upon a game you were unfamiliar with, whose manoeuvrings your mother had yet to explain to you, and no father to teach you.

Nevertheless, it just seemed like nothing was ever enough for him. He held in his hand the same greed they talk about in the Bible like he was a dam always filled with water, but so profound that no matter how much water you poured in it, you could never fill.

But that didn't stop his incessant whining and complaining, always feeling like he should have gotten more. Even now, he tried to throw his weight around, trying to make decisions that weren't his to make and trying to undermine your authority at every turn. It was frustrating, but you knew you had to stand your ground and not give in to his demands.

His greed had gotten the better of him, forcing you to agree to some of his ridiculous demands. The one you regretted most, is not having fought hard enough to maintain all of your father’s assets which he had snatched up before it had even been placed on the table. You had a long, legal battle with him about them, not for you and not one you exactly led yourself, that had been your mother.

You didn’t need the money, but your brother and sister did, they deserved them, but he had been downright cruel with his intents and harsh comebacks at every hearing, every meeting, and every lunch or family event he invited himself to. You pretended to be strong in front of everyone. However, you had caved after years of this back and forth, which had begun when you were still a child of just thirteen. You had let him keep the share he ‘claimed’ your father had promised him, proving such a promise with a flimsy piece of paper, with your father’s handwriting meticulously put on paper, that you thought he should have shoved up his ass. It was infuriating, and you did not doubt that he had used his connections and influence to his advantage to get what he wanted.

The worst part about your uncle was that, when he wasn't being a stubborn and disagreeable bastard, he could be somewhat pleasant to be around.

You don’t exactly remember how you two had reconciled after everything, but if there was one thing you were sure of, was that whatever you two had was never the same. You were amicable at best, but all those times he had become someone you did not know, cut too deep to become fleeting memories, and yet whenever you looked at him, all you wished was to become his favourite niece once more. He had been the second most important man in your life, and he had been like a father to you once upon a time who watched you grow as his own, you had wanted to make him proud most of all.

You held a child’s naivety to you, missing the part of him from your childhood which were it not staring at you in a twisted and older face, you would surely think you had dreamt once upon a time. The uncle who would let you sleep in his lap as he combed your hair, shushing your mother away when she would try and take you from him and protect you from her berating whenever you did something wrong, which you rightfully deserved to be educated upon as for it not to happen again. You would stare at him endlessly during those times he shoved the worst of him, and you would wonder just when he had begun to see you as his enemy and not the niece he once loved as his own when you had become undeserving of his love.

After the settlement, though things had come to drift back to normal, your uncle had seemed to find a new favourite in your younger brother, Herbert. He would spoil him with gifts and attention, treating him almost as if he were his own son, more than likely out of the fact that he had no child of his own, with neither your late aunt nor the much younger wife he had acquired not long after he had become newly widowed years back, the same woman you were still trying to get out of her financially, ridiculous, situation in hopes he would not find out first and not let his wrath befall her. And whenever he deigned to remember your younger sister, Eleanor, he would bring her gifts catering to her interests, further fueling your irritation. You didn’t want them to become estranged from him as a result of the lingering animosity that fueled the divide and break in your family which had yet to be restored, encouraging them to be nice and welcoming to him whenever he was around to set the example that you had brought them up to become better people than most.

Herbert had become none the wiser, seeing his uncle as a sort of second father, which you did not fault him for but wished he could have chosen any other man in the family, but Eleanor knew better.

She understood people better than most, and despite how she built a fortress around herself in the form of her ‘youngster style’ as most in the family described it, which you thought was a bit ridiculous since she was just grungy and liked edgy things. Despite her sometimes aloof and rebellious demeanour, Eleanor was surprisingly observant. She had grown up to be a perceptive and observational person, likely caused by the sudden shift in dynamic she had lived her childhood with. Anyone would be were the circumstances demanded it from them.

She was always watching you, studying your every move and expression like a hawk. You had allowed it because you saw no harm in it, a quirk of hers, you thought it simply was, she had once asked you why you smiled when you were not happy.

You stood on opposite sides of the room, watching from different windows as your brother and uncle fumbled with a ball, passing it back and forth, between jabs and limericks throw at each other.

"Why do you smile when you're not happy?" she asked, her perceptive eyes watching you intently.”I know it bothers you” Instead of deflecting or brushing her question off, you found yourself honest with her. "It's just a mask, a facade," you said, shrugging as if it were a simple matter. “Everyone has one, wears one. In public, I have to keep up appearances. Smiling is a part of that. But you already knew that, didn't you?" you added, giving her a faint smile. She wondered whether it was genuine or not.

Despite so, Eleanor returned the smile, still studying you even as she spoke. "Yes, I knew. But that's not what I'm asking," she said, her tone becoming more serious, more focused. "I'm asking why you force yourself to smile when it's so clear you're miserable.”

You hadn't expected her to dig at you, to see through your mask so easily. You paused for a moment, taken aback by her blunt words. You sighed and turned your eyes from the scene below. Looking into her observant eyes, you spoke the truth. "Because I have to," you said, your voice low and weary. "I have responsibilities, people counting on me. I have to keep everything together, even if it means hiding how I feel.”

She studied you even more intently as you spoke, her eyes never leaving your face. She seemed to be absorbing every word, like a dry sponge thrown into a bucket absorbing the liquid being fed to her, every expression, every nuance that betrayed your true feelings. She nodded slowly, as if in understanding, though she surely did not look much convinced by it.

"So you're pretending," she said, her voice quiet but firm. "You're putting up a front to make everyone happy, but it's all just a cover for what you feel inside.”

"A blow to one of us is a blow to the family", you explained a concept she wasn’t unfamiliar with "One of us has to be strong enough to be the bearer of such a blow, and I've had to shield you and your brother from many of them”

Eleanor didn't respond immediately. She took in your words and mulled them over. After a moment of silence, she spoke again.

"But is it fair that you have to shoulder all of the burden by yourself?" she asked quietly. "Why do you have to be the one who carries the weight, while the rest of us remain unburdened?"

"Fairness is a double-edged sword," you gulped a hard knot “Often pointing at the wielder, not at whose hilt it is directed to. Nothing is fair in this world because the world is not fair, and it will not become so just because you wish it. There are many people out there who do not want it to change, and those powerful enough to maintain the status quo will uphold it till their very end" you said "As such, we must all conform to the world”

Listening intently as you spoke, still watching you thoughtfully, she didn't argue or challenge your words, simply absorbing them and contemplating them, neither disagreeing nor agreeing. You could almost see the gears turning in her mind as she processed every word.

"But is it right that you, and only you, should have to shoulder the burden and uphold the status quo of us?" she asked, her voice low and serious. "Shouldn't the responsibility fall on everyone's shoulders, not just yours?”

"Fairness does not matter in this," you said "only what is right. It's the survival of the fittest, only the strong come on top” you smiled her way “and the strong must protect the weak”

She tightened her lips and behind her back, her fist as well, and perhaps her heart did so too. "Isn't fairness and what's right the same thing?" she asked quietly, her voice tinged with a hint of defiance. "If fairness doesn't matter, then what does matter?"

"What we do to survive"

She whipped her head around so fast one might it could have snapped her neck if any faster. Bewilderment crossed her face in a tight mark as it darkens by the resolution of your tone, but not caused by your words but rather by the fact that you were the one speaking them. What pained her most was that she understood what you were saying, the meaning behind your words, and the underlying ruthlessness that came with them.

"Survival of the fittest," she repeated, a hint of distaste in her voice. "Is that all life comes down to? Just surviving?”

“We must do what we must” You nodded slowly, your expression stoic. “Yes,” the simple admission cut the air, knowing that your words would likely not go over well with your younger sister.

Eleanor seemed to shrink at your answer as if it pained her to hear. "But what about happiness?" she asked, her voice small like that of a child, which you still thought she was, no matter how much she had grown.

A twinge of guilt tingled at the tips of your fingers, rushed to your veins, to come to pump in your heart, aching so painfully, as you heard her question. You knew that happiness wasn't a luxury that the life you lived allowed, but you also knew that it was hard for the idealistic, romanticised teenage mind to accept such a truth.

"Happiness isn't a priority," you said, your tone blunt. “Not for me,” you clarified. “Survival is. Happiness will come later, if at all. For now, we must do whatever we can to survive." You crossed the room to stand close to her. "Are you not happy, Eleanor?”

She remained silent as she watched Herbert's bombing laugh cross the courtyard and resound in her ear. The disappointment, the hurt, and the contemplation swirled in a wrestle of thought as if she herself was wrestling against them, the harsh truth of your words, and the idealistic world she wanted to live in.

"I am," she said finally, her voice quiet. "But it doesn't feel like anything compared to how unhappy you are…"

You placed a hand upon her cheek, your thumb caressing the soft flesh "It isn't important that I'm happy," you said, your tone reassuring. "My responsibility is to ensure that you and your brother are happy and safe. That's what matters.”

Eleanor was quiet again, her gaze still fixed on your face. You could see the silent pleading in her eyes, the desire for you to open up and share your pain with her. But you didn't budge. You kept your expression stoic and impassive, refusing to show any vulnerability. You knew that letting your guard down would only worry her even more, and you didn't want to burden her with your own unhappiness. Before she could refuse, argue, or disagree with you, you gave her a tight smile and a kiss on her cheek. She closed her lips, holding her tongue back from speaking as she closed her eyes, accepting the gesture and the unspoken message.

With a final squeeze of her hand, you left her alone in the room, having her watch as you once again walked away from any confrontation, silently wishing you’d let her in once and for all. But you knew you couldn't, both for her sake and yours.

It may have been that which resulted in the rift between you and your two siblings. A result of a combination of you being older than them and being shielded from a lot of stuff you had not had the privilege of being protected from, the same way they were. Herbert had been born when you were six and Hellena when you were eight; it was no wonder that with them being born only two years apart, they were closer to each other, bonded by that shared shield of childhood innocence, while you stood on the other side, having grown up too quickly and too soon. You loved them to bits no matter what, taking care of and doting upon them as if they were your own, but life got in the way, and with you being busy with school, your studies, college, work and now your very public life, you were given the short end of the stick to fiddle with. And now, they both were young adults, making their way into the world by building, lives of their own, in their name, with their means in the things they loved most. They had found and formed their own paths in life, which you couldn’t be more than proud of, and yet you suppose you were being selfish by not wanting them to grow more than they already had.

It was no one's fault, really; it was just life.

It was unfair, in a way, that fate had dealt you this hand. But you couldn't begrudge your siblings their close relationship. After all, you had been the one to step up and sacrifice your own childhood to protect them. It was a role you had willingly taken on, even if it meant growing up too fast and missing out on the carefree years they were enjoying. You couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions about it. Pride, for sure, but also a pang of sadness and a hint of jealousy. Pride for their accomplishments, sadness for the distance between them, and envy for the freedom they had to simply be young without the weight of responsibility on their shoulders.

“So” you began, trying to toss away your thoughts into a fishing net, letting it out in the sea of possibilities, hoping to catch the biggest fish of the night “Come along, tell me about college. How is it? How are your classes?”

She pushed down the last bite of burger she had in her mouth, chewing the remnants. "College is great," she said, her voice cheerful. “Classes are tough, but I really enjoy them. I've made some really good friends, and I'm learning a lot.” She sighed “It’s just that, I keep getting lost. I asked for directions the other day, and one girl, I think she was a grade above mine, pointed straight and told me to follow the ‘bush” Her tone had a hint of exasperation as she recounted what must have been a more than unusual ordeal “, but there was no bush, so I stood there looking for it just to realise-“

“That she meant the lampost” you concluded her discovery for her. She looked at you as if both surprised and stunned you knew what she was talking about. “To be fair, she should have said ‘burning bush’, might have helped you better”

“Yes,” she mumbled before she added another of her discoveries “A semester is not a term but rather” she waited for you to finish “it’s a halve” You chuckled at this game you were both playing.

“Lessons are not lessons they’re” “divs” Now it seemed Eleanor was getting excited. “And professors are beaks!” You both exclaimed before bursting into a fit of laughter. “Is it true that it’s because of the raven insignia?” She asked “Well, I suppose so, but back when I was getting private lessons, it all was all more sober and harsh. Ever since they opened to girls too, they’ve seemed to have radicalized themselves to the modernity of the world.”

You smiled in turn. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and for a moment, she looked like a girl again, brimming with the boundless enthusiasm of youth. It was a stark contrast to the often jaded and ‘cynical towards others’ teenager she'd become in the years you'd tried to prepare her for the harsh realities of life.

"How lucky," you took a bite of the fry you had dipped into a mix of mayonnaise, ketchup and some other slightly orange dressing she had taken "if only my own college experience had been half as good as yours”

Eleanor's smile faltered slightly at your words, sensing the bittersweet undertone in them. "Was it really that bad?" she asked, her voice gentle.

Your shoulders dropped when you realized you had expressed yourself wrongly, and you rushed to explain yourself “No, just didn't have as much fun as I hoped I would" you said “You know, I always heard that college is supposedly this period where you fully live life, but you tell me how much fun you can find in political science”

Eleanor chuckled at your comment, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Yeah, political science isn't exactly the epitome of fun, is it?" she said with a wry smile. “Sounds about as exciting as watching paint dry.”

You smacked her hand from across the table, causing her to shriek as if you had just tried to kill her. She dropped her half-eaten burger back in its paper box before she exclaimed “She hit me! She hit me!” She cried out, jokingly, but as serious as any younger sibling would be believed by their parent over their older sibling. Eleanor's dramatic protest echoed through the cold air, and for a moment, you felt transported back to childhood.

“I did not!” You denied, playing along with the act.

"Oh, don't even try to deny it!" Eleanor said, holding her "wounded" hand to her chest, a dramatic pout on her face. "You totally hit me! They’re going to have to cut it off” she sobbed

You rolled your eyes "You'll be fine, and if not, don't worry, I'll tell Mom you were as clumsy as ever”

Eleanor gasped in mock-offence. "You would not!" she exclaimed, dropping her wounded hand and pointing an accusing finger at you. "You wouldn't dare tell mom something like that.”

“You know I would” you chuckled, vindictively.

Her eyes widened in horror, and she gave a dramatic cry of desperation, clutching her chest in a mock swoon. "You monster!" she exclaimed, her tone comically outraged. "How could you betray me like this?”

“Sorry, Bell.” You smiled before taking a sip of your beer “My loyalties lie with the boss”

Her own smile turned to tease, and she continued in a mock-dramatic tone, "Well, I guess I'll just have to accept being second fiddle to the almighty boss, won't I?”

“Oh, please. As if your own don’t alline with Herbert” you blurted, regrettably, before you could stop yourself.

Eleanor's eyes widened, and she froze for a moment, her grin faltering slightly. You had inadvertently touched upon the delicate topic of her sibling relationship with Herbert, something you both tended to avoid. You waved your hand. "Ah, never mind," you dismissed, a touch of defensiveness mixed with nonchalance in your voice. “Forget I said anything about him.”

She quickly regained her composure, but the shadow of thought passed over her features. "Oh, well, you know us siblings," she said, her tone light and dismissive. "We're always conspiring against one another, aren't we?”

“Just as long as we don’t kill each other,no?” You proposed those words as a way to lighten the mood.

She let out a lighthearted laugh, grateful for your attempt to ease the tension. "That's right," she said, her tone more relaxed. "As long as we don't resort to fratricide, we're good.” Her teasing smile returned in full force, and she added, "Plus, I think mom would kill us before we have the chance to kill each other.”

“She would never let me live it down if something were to happen to either of you two,” you said as you returned to finish the last bites of your burger.

Eleanor chuckled, nodding her head in agreement. "You're right about that," she said, as she picked up her own burger to finish so you two could return to the comfort and warmth of your apartment. "Mom's got eyes and ears everywhere. She'd know the instant one of us got into any trouble.” She said “I’m sure she even knew we’re here right now”

“She’s right to worry” you reprimanded “now more than ever”

Your mother had initially argued against Eleanor coming to stay with you to write this paper about Mitchell. She didn’t think that Gotham was safe enough, not now with a killer on the loose. She had pleaded for you to come home as well, in the comfort of it, and where she could make sure that you were both safe since Herbert was out of town on a trip with some of his friends. So worried she had become that after you had gone to Mitchell’s wife to pay your respects early in the afternoon, you had to drive all the way to Bristol just to reassure her that nothing would happen, to none of you, that Eleanor was in good hands with you, and that this killer on the loose was not heading your way to slit your troath. You had walked her through the moment, calming her down, making her a cup of camomille. In the end, your family doctor had to come to check and make sure she was fine, as were her vitals. Your mother wasn’t exactly young anymore, and every time something got her levels too high, you worried she got closer to a heart attack than you’d liked.

After the storm had calmed, you had left with your sister, despite your mother’s reluctance. But you had promised her you would come again on the morrow to make sure she was fine.

Eleanor silently sat and listened to you speak, her burger hanging from her hand. She knew your mother's concern for them was justified. Gotham had never been a safe city, and things only seemed to be getting worse recently. But she also knew that you were capable of taking care of her and yourself. Despite the dangers of the city, she trusted in the fact that with you around, she would be safe, no matter what lurked in the shadows, as she always did, as she always had ever since she was young. After a moment, she spoke up again, her voice quieter now. "You know mom really worries about us. Especially with what's happening in the city lately."

She took a bite of her burger, her gaze fixed on the table as if trying to find the right words. "But I know you'll keep us safe," she looked up at you, her eyes earnest. "You've always been there for us, after all. Haven't you?”

You smiled at the truth of the world, but the lines of your face strained with the depth of them and the time you had to bear such responsibility “Of course” you reassured “I would never let anything happen to you, or Herbert, or mother”

Eleanor nodded, the faith in your words bringing a small, but sincere smile to her lips. "I know you wouldn't," she said softly. "You've always protected us. Ever since we were kids.” She paused for a moment, her eyes studying your face. "But what about you, though?" she asked, her tone gentle. "Who's protecting you?”

“I’m old enough to protect myself, Bell” you dismissed

Eleanor gave a small, doubtful scoff. "Oh, yeah, and you're doing a bang-up job, are you?" she said, her tone a mix of sarcasm and concern. She set down her burger, fixing you with a stern look. "You always think you've got to handle everything alone, don't you? Always putting us first. But it's okay to admit you need someone to watch your back too, you know.”

“Bell-“ she quickly interrupted you, her eyes narrowing. "No, don't 'Bell' me," she said, her tone firm. "I'm serious. I've spent my whole life, watching, you, our family, and everything that has happened. You've spent your whole life taking care of us, and that's great. But-... but…." Her voice dropped, and there was a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. "Don't you get tired? Don't you get tired of always being the one who has to be strong for everyone else? Don't you get fed up with always putting us first and yourself second?”

"it is the right thing!" you argued "You know how fragile mom is, and Herbert lazies around like he has all the time in the world to pick his life up whenever he wants. And why should I take away the comfort of the normal life you've built to give you a load of what I've shouldered my entire life?!”

“Because that's not fair!" she exclaimed “It’s not fair!” her voice cracked as she continued, her emotions getting the better of her. "It's not fair that you have to carry everything all by yourself. That you have to be the strong one, the responsible one, all the time. You're just one person! You can't possibly be expected to handle it all alone!” Her voice cracked as she continued, her emotions getting the better of her. “You can't possibly be expected to handle it all alone!”

Her voice cracked, a hint of desperation edging into her tone. "and when that happens, I'll lose you too!" she said, "like father, and what will I do then?!” Her eyes were glossy with unshed tears, and she was clearly fighting back a swell of complex emotions.

You stared at her, your own emotions warring within you. Seeing the vulnerability, the fear in her eyes brought back a flood of memories. Memories of the little girl who, in her innocence, thought you were invincible. Who came to you to patch her scraped knees and soothe her broken dreams? Who thought you could fix everything because you were her big sister?

She looked away, her gaze turning to the nightly horizon as if she couldn't bear to look at you directly. Her voice quivered, the weight of unspoken thoughts hanging in the air. "You know damn well how Mother and I rely on you…" Her next words came out in a near whisper, her voice so low that you had to strain to hear her. "and I don't know what I would do if... if something happened to you, too…"

But here she was now, all grown up, and still looking to you for strength. Still need your reassurance, your protection, and your guidance. And the weight of that responsibility, that role you had played all your life, suddenly seemed much heavier than before. You swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. The right words to reassure her, to tell her everything would be okay. The right words to show her that you were still strong, still invincible. But the truth was, underneath it all, you were just as terrified as she was. You were terrified of letting her down, of not being able to protect her, of failing the way you had failed your father. And now, you were also afraid of showing her that fear, because she already looked so much like a scared little girl.

So instead, you reached across the table, taking her trembling hand in yours. “look at me," you said, forcing your voice to sound steady. "I'm not going anywhere," you said firmly, meeting her eye. "I promise. I'm going to be right here, no matter what. I'm not going to let anything happen to any of you, especially not you.”

You saw the glimmer of tears in her eyes, but she held them back, a small, tremulous smile on her lips. "You better not," she said, trying to inject some of her usual sass into her tone, but she failed utterly, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions.

She clasped your hand tightly in hers, the strength of her grip betraying just how much she was holding back. "You're not allowed to leave us, understand?" she said, her voice growing hoarse. Her hand tightened around yours, her fingers clinging to you like a lifeline. "Because if you do," she continued, her voice now a whisper. "I'll kill you myself.”

You gave her hand a gentle squeeze, smiling in a way that made the cold dissipate from her bones and fill her with warmth "If I ever do bite the bullet, who's going to keep you out of trouble?”

She huffed a small sob-laughed at your words, and a single tear slipped down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away, trying to regain her composure. "Probably no one," she said, her tone light but still strained. "Or maybe Herbert, if he can ever be bothered to get off his ass.” She chuckled hollowly, the sound a mix of despair and acceptance. "That'd be a nightmare, can you imagine? Me, with Herbert as my only keeper?”

Despite the situation, you couldn't help but share a weak chuckle with her. The thought of Herbert trying to play the role of guardian was laughable. "I'd probably end up in jail within a day for something stupid," she said, her lips trembling again, and she fought against the tears. "Herbert would probably bribe to get me out, only to get me in even more trouble the next day.”

"We must not let that happen, then, mhm?”

She gave a small nod, her hand still clutching yours, gripping it as if to anchor herself to what little feeling of security was left between you. "No," she whispered, her voice more steady now. "We can't. I wouldn't survive without you.”

Your heart ached at her words, knowing the weight behind them. You squeezed her hand in reassurance, trying to convey silently what you couldn't put into words - that you would do anything to keep her safe, no matter what. "let's go home, yeah?”

Eleanor nodded slowly, wiping the lingering tears from her cheeks with her free hand. "Yeah," she whispered, her voice still a little shaky. "Home sounds good right now.”

As the two of you gathered your things, the weight of the conversation still hanging in the air, you both knew that the road ahead was going to be difficult. But for now, the comfort of home and each other's company was all that mattered. But just before you two could cross the street to get to your car, two people jockey for the lead on their bikes, surely rocketing over 100 mph, just a fleeting blur, as they zoom past, both you and your sister, as well as some pedestrians still awake in the middle of the night crane their heads in surprise. Throughout it all, only one thing is distinguishable, the cape that one of the riders wore, flipping in the air behind him as he follows the woman leading the charge.

That’s when your sister, still reeling from the mix of emotions she had just poured out, exclaims,

“Was that the fucking Batman?”

AN: Sixth installation of this fic! we're moving steadily, are we not? It is a little easter egg, but the reader's siblings are named after prominent US leaders, one president and a first lady. I was thinking of making a tag list for this fic, but I don't think it has enough readers for me to do such a thing. Let me know what you guys think :)

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