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The Library of Illusion — The Temple Guardian

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➮ naga!Mingi × fem!Reader wc: 6.2k summary: In the adventure section, Y/N finds herself in a dark ancient temple where she runs into a treasure hunter but soon the two run into trouble when they awaken the guardian of the temple. genres/themes/au: smut; fantasy, adventure, supernatural; non idol au, naga au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, minor character death, mention of blood, decapitation, and a headless corpse, also implied human consumption (mingi isn't human so keep that in mind lol), sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings below the cut!

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a/n: I really enjoyed writing this one. I'm a huge slvt for double penetration so this was right up my alley. I'm also a major monster fvcker enthusiast so there's that as well. Thank you so much for reading! We have two more parts before the event ends and I'm looking forward to writing both of them so I hope you're looking forward to reading them! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. Header and banner made by me. Adult content and reblog banners made by me with a template made by @cafekitsune. I do not allow reposts, translations, or continuations of my works. All my writings are ©️ kwanisms.

smut warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it), sex with a supernatural creature, naga!Mingi, two dicks, double penetration (f receiving), anal (f receiving), oral (f receiving), rimming (f receiving), slight dubcon (Mingi doesn't listen one time but that's it), creampie, hint at multiple rounds (unrealistic sex but Mingi isn't human so 🤷🏻‍♀️ lol), I think I got everything but of course if I missed any let me know!

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“Just open the door,” you ordered, ignoring the way Seonghwa narrowed his eyes at you.

“As you wish,” he answered, pulling open the heavy wooden door. You started forward, stopping when he grabbed your arm firmly. Glancing down, you noticed how his grip was firm but still gentle at the same time. You look up from his fingers to meet his gaze.

“Be careful,” he said softly, eyes darting between yours. “Be on your toes at all times here. Some of the people you may meet here aren’t what they seem,” he added.

You narrowed your eyes. “What does that mean?”

Seonghwa said nothing, still holding your gaze. “Can…” your voice trailed off.

“Can you see the future?”

Seonghwa let go of your arm. “No,” he answered. “It’s just a feeling.”

“But you see everything?”

Seonghwa nodded once. “Everything.”

Your stomach churned. He’d said this before but it didn’t really dawn on you what he meant by everything. Deciding not to dwell on it, you turned to look into the black void of the hallway before you.

“I mean it,” Seonghwa said, holding up his hand as you tried to step forward. “Be careful.”

You nodded silently, letting him know you heard him.

Seonghwa reluctantly lowered his hand and watched as you stepped past the door frame. The door shut behind you and he turned away from the wood, making his way back over to the desk in the middle of the room.

“Just a little while longer,” he murmured before lifting his head and turning to look at the door with the orange sign that read ‘Restricted Section.’

“Just be a little more patient.”

Inside the hallway was just as the others had been and as you walked down the aisle, flashlight in hand, you wondered what you might find in this section. The last section.

‘The last section.’

The thought hadn’t registered when you first walked into the door but now that you were heading down this dark corridor, it finally hit you that this was the last section before you could finally find freedom.

With a newfound pep in your step, you hurried along, shining the light ahead, determination flooding your body.

The wood of the library gave way to stone and you glanced down to see the stone was not unlike the stone of the Library. A type of sandstone. You continued to walk and looked up, noticing a light in the distance.

Picking up the pace, you hurried down the hall towards the light, noticing how the walls were now covered in green vines with leafy greenery.

As you approached the light, you discovered it was sunlight filtering through the ceiling. You kept your flashlight on, glancing up to peer through a slot in the ceiling that led to the outside. You could see green vines, blue skies, and hear the sounds of the jungle outside.

You felt relief for a moment before you remembered this wasn’t home. This was the adventure section. You couldn’t let your guard down like that.

Lowering your gaze, you continued on, walking through the hall until you reached a large room. Glancing around, you noticed that this seemed to be some sort of ceremonial chamber.

Across from where you stood was another open doorway. You walked forward, ignoring the massive bugs that scurried across your path. You made your way over to one of the staircases against the wall that led up to the platform where the doorway stood.

Once on the landing, you glanced behind you and noticed how the room seemed to remind you of something out of an Indiana Jones movie or one of the Tomb Raider games.

‘Focus, Y/N,’ you told yourself as you turned back to the doorway and entered it carefully. You needed to stay on your toes, like Seonghwa said.

As you walked, you kept a close eye on the floor and taking it slow. The last thing you wanted to do was set off some sort of ancient booby trap.

The hall turned left at the end and you peered around the corner, making sure the coast was clear before you continued forward. At the end of this new hallway you found yourself at a crossroad. You could take the left tunnel which turned at the end or you could take the right tunnel which continued further than your eyes could tell.

Deciding the endless tunnel wasn’t a good idea, you turned left and headed down to the turn. Each step was carefully calculated and you kept your head on a swivel to make sure you didn’t run into any traps.

As you neared the end of the hall, you could hear the sound of someone mumbling to themselves and the sound of stone and metal scraping. You could only imagine what you’d find when you rounded this corner.

Once you reached the end of the hall, you peered around the corner and saw a man standing at what looked to be another door. He was inspecting a hole in the wall next to the door.

He wasn’t exactly tall but he wasn’t short. Maybe just a bit taller than yourself.

He wore similar clothes to you, tan shorts and button up shirt. He wore crew socks and thick brown hiking boots. He had a backpack that was resting against the wall beside him. He wore a wide brim hat and had a large machete strapped to his belt.

“This doesn’t make any sense,” you heard him grumble as he pushed his hat back, letting it fall behind him, the string that hung down keeping it from falling to the floor. “There’s no mechanism here,” he continued, speaking to himself.

You watched him for a couple more minutes as he inspected the cut out. Finally you cleared your throat.

If this were any other situation, the way he jumped nearly a foot and struggled to unsheathe his machete would have been comical. His eyes were wide, expression shocked as he held the machete aloft.

When his eyes landed on you, his expression relaxed as did his posture. “Who are you?” he asked cautiously. “An adventurer, much like yourself,” you answered, stepping out from behind the corner.

The man’s eyes looked over you quickly before replacing his machete in its sheath.

“What are you doing here?”

You watched as he returned to the square cut out in the wall, bending over to peer inside it. “I’m looking for something,” you answered, watching him.

“Oh yeah? Treasure?” he asked, turning his head to look at you.

He scoffed when you shook your head. “No one comes out this far in the jungle if they aren’t looking for treasure,” he replied. “Maybe I’m looking for knowledge,” you replied. The man looked at you again, giving you another once over.

“What did you say your name was?” he asked. You shook your head. “I never said it,” you answered. “I’m Y/N,” you finally introduced yourself.

The man nodded once. “Nice to meet you Y/N,” he replied. “I’m Charlie.”

“So what are you looking for, Charlie?” you asked as you walked over. He nodded towards the door. “According to the texts and maps, this door leads into a special chamber,” he explained. “There’s supposed to be something special behind this door. I’m assuming treasure,” he continued.

“But I can’t seem to figure out how to open the door,” he explained, looking back at the cut out. “Usually these doors have mechanisms that have to be switched to open them but there doesn’t seem to be anything in here,” he added, gesturing to the square hole.

You glanced around, inspecting the carvings in the walls. It was extremely detailed and intricate. “Maybe it’s a bogey,” you offered, looking at Charlie as he glanced up. “A bogey? You mean like a decoy?”

You nodded. “Exactly. Maybe this is a diversion and the real switch is somewhere else,” you explained, turning to look around again. Charlie joined you in looking around.

“Then I guess we better get looking.”

Looking around the hall proved to be a task in itself. Everything that looked remotely like a switch didn’t budge and not only Charlie but you also found yourself getting impatient. That key was the only thing standing between you and your freedom and you were running out of time.

Charlie let out a groan of frustration, leaning against the wall. “This is impossible!” he grumbled. “The switch may not even be in this hallway!”

You pulled out your canteen and took a sip, pondering his words. You glanced over to a small opening about ten feet from the door. “Have you looked in there?” you asked, nodding towards it. Charlie looked up and back at you.

“No,” he answered. “I figured it was just an indentation. Nothing special,” he added. You replaced your canteen in your bag and got up, walking over carefully. Turning on your flashlight you peered into the opening and found it led to a room.

Pulling back, you glanced at Charlie. “There’s a room here,” you announced.

Charlie got up quickly and hurried over. “Do you want to go first or shall I?” he asked. Your grip on your flashlight tightened. “You seem more experienced,” you answered, looking back at him. “Maybe you should go first?”

Charlie nodded and moved to grab his bag. He pulled out his own flashlight and peered into the room, looking beside the opening, above and below before carefully shimmying into the gap and into the room.

You waited for him to give the all clear before you stepped into the room with him. “Stay there,” he warned. “Actually, it might be better if you stay outside,” he added. “Just in case something in here closes a door or something.”

You nodded and backed up, peering into the room from the hall.

Charlie made his way carefully around the room, shining his light over the walls, floor, and ceiling. Upon reaching the wall in the corner where the wall separating the hall from the room stood, he murmured something. “What was that?” you asked. Charlie turned to look back at you.

“I think I found the switch, stand back just in case,” he explained. You pulled back, standing a good foot away from the gap in the wall. Charlie counted to three before activating the switch and your ears caught the sound of stone grinding. You turned your head as the door at the end of the hall slowly started to open.

“You did it!” you called out. “It’s opening!”

Charlie appeared a moment later, a triumphant smile on his face as he joined you. “Let’s go,” he said, leading the way. You followed closely behind, keeping an eye out for any traps.

The room behind the door was huge.

Half the room was lit from the sunlight filtering in from a square cut in the ceiling which stood probably a good thirty feet above your heads. The side walls of the chamber were covered in intricate carvings like the hall.

The back wall facing you was a massive carved face with a split down the middle. Under the face was a dark empty space.

On either side of the face were large black spaces where light couldn’t seem to penetrate. Large stone pillars held up the ceiling and disappeared into the darkness.

On the floor in the middle of the chamber was a large stone structure with carvings on the sides and a flat top. At each corner of the structure on the floor were what looked like pressure plates.

You inspected the carvings on the plates as Charlie looked at the stone bed.

“What is this chamber?” you wondered aloud. Charlie shook his head. “I don’t know,” he answered softly.

“Maybe a funerary chamber?”

You looked up. “A funerary chamber?” He nodded as he looked from the carvings to you. “Some ancient civilizations held funerals in special chambers,” he explained as you stood up to walk closer to the stone bed.

You noticed four loops which had chains attached to them. “This is where they’d lay the body being buried,” Charlie continued to explain as he moved to look at the pressure plates.

“Why would they need chains to hold down the body?” you asked, drawing his attention as you carefully picked up an old chain. “Maybe it’s symbolic?” he offered, standing up and walking over to you, taking the chain from your hands.

You glanced around, noticing a section in one of the side walls where the wall was carved into large stone blocks at the base. You walked closer to inspect, eyes widening as you realized the blocks were not carved into the wall. They were carved out of the wall. “Charlie, over here!”

He hurried over to see what you’d found.

When you showed him the blocks and how they had handles, he shrugged his bag off and handed it to you.

“Stand back,” he warned before taking hold of the handles and pulling.

The block, despite looking like it weighed tons, actually moved as he pulled it from the wall. “Do you think these are to weigh down the pressure plates?” you asked, turning to look at the stone bed and plates.

“What do the pressure plates open?” Charlie wondered as he let go of the block and peered around the chamber.

Your eyes fell on the face in the wall and you tilted your head curiously as you thought about the Tomb Raider games you’d played in your youth. “Maybe that’s a door?” you offered, pointing to the face and the split in the middle.

Charlie looked up at the face in the wall. “You think two of these plates open one half and the other plates open the other side?” he asked, looking at you. “Let’s find out,” you offered, looking back with a smile, one that Charlie returned.

Setting his bag down and shrugging your own off, you moved to grab the handles of the block next to the one Charlie started pulling.

It was heavy but it wasn’t impossible for you to move, surprisingly.

Together you guided the blocks to the pressure plates and pushed them onto them carefully. The blocks weighed down the plates and they sank a few inches into the floor.

The two of you headed to the opposite side and repeated the same thing, pulling the blocks from the walls and pushing them one at a time onto the plates.

“When we get this one on the last plate, stand back behind the stone bed and be ready to run,” Charlie said as you stopped at the last plate. You nodded to show you understood before the two of you pushed the last block in place, backing up as the pressure plate sank into the floor.

You looked up as a loud mechanism in the floor started moving, shaking the floor as the two halves of the face opened slowly, swinging out to reveal another carved face with much more detail.

Your eyes widened as you realized something.

“It was a mask!” you said excitedly, drawing Charlie’s attention. “The doors were two halves of a mask!” He looked back at the face as the doors stopped. “That’s really creepy,” Charlie noted, nodding towards the eyes which were black holes.

You pointed at the base where the mouth was. “Look,” you whispered.

Inside the mouth was a small chamber full of glittering gold and sparkling gems.

You watched as Charlie let out a whoop and hurried over to inspect the treasure trove. You hung back with a smile on your face as he looked over the loot.

A breeze blew through the room, seemingly pulling you towards the face and you felt the hairs on your body stand on end. ‘What the fuck is this feeling?’ you wondered as you looked around.

Sensing you were no longer alone, you tried to get Charlie’s attention. “Hey,” you said softly, glancing around. “Something doesn’t feel right,” you called over to him.

“I think we should hurry up and get out of here.”

Charlie nodded as he picked up several gems and inspected them.

You heard a slithering against the stone floor seemingly coming from the darkness.

“Charlie!” you hissed, drawing his attention finally. “Something’s here,” you explained, looking at the darkness, eyes wide. Charlie rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, Y/N,” he said, shaking his head. “This isn’t a movie,” he continued.

“There aren’t any monsters.”

Quick as a flash, something from the darkness grabbed Charlie’s legs and pulled him under the head. “WHAT THE FUCK!” he screamed, flailing as he tried to free himself. “Y/N!” he yelled.

Without thinking, you ran forward and grabbed his hands, trying to pull him free.

“Fuck,” he screamed. “I don’t want to die!”

Your grip slipped as he was pulled from you and under the head into the darkness, screaming. You fell back onto the stone floor, scrambling back as Charlie continued to scream until his screaming was cut short and a gurgling sound came from the darkness.

You watched in horror as something was thrown and rolled into the light.

You let out a scream as Charlie’s severed head came to a stop, a look of pure terror etched on his face. Looking up into the dark void you could see small rivers of blood flowing from what you assumed was Charlie’s headless body.

Trying to scramble backwards, you could hear slithering and you braced yourself for whatever it was to appear and grab you as well.

The slithering moved from the space under the head to the side. Before you could gather yourself to stand, something large was thrown from the darkness and landed beside you. It was Charlie’s body.

You looked away, trying not to vomit as you looked back into the darkness to see a pair of bright blue eyes glowing and watching you.

A hissing voice sounded from the darkness. “What are you doing here?”

You stared at the eyes in fear, frozen to the spot. “I assssssked you a quessssstion,” the voice said.

You glanced to the side where Charlie's bloodied and headless body lay and then back up to the creature before you.

“Tell me, mortal,” the creature hissed as it advanced slowly, bright blue eyes almost glowing in the shadows.

“Why sssshouldn't I kill you?”

You held up your hands non threateningly. “I'm not here for the treasure.”

The creature hissed, moving quickly and darting to the next pillar, only to peer around it at you, eyes still shining.

“Liessss,” it hissed. You shook your head. “I swear,” you answered. “I'm here for something else.” The creature then raised itself up, standing much higher than before and you felt your stomach sink. “And what would that be?”

You watched as the dark shadow curled itself around the pillar.

This creature had to be massive, judging by how you could still hear its body move against the stone floor despite its eyes being a good ten feet in the air.

“A k-key,” you stammered. “I'm here for a key.”

The creature stopped, turning to look down at you. You could see its head tilt, looking at you curiously. “A keeeeyyy?” It echoed.

You nodded vigorously. “Yes, that's right!”

The creature slowly lowered itself down to the stone floor and moved closer little by little, eyes swaying back and forth until it finally emerged from the shadows.

You held in a gasp as the creature moved into the light. It had the upper body of a man. A very handsome man with dark brown, almost black hair with light blue streaks. His eyes were that same aquamarine that glowed in the shadows.

The lower half of his body was that of a snake.

Bright blue scales with lighter blue ventral scales. He towered over you as he moved forward. You watched the snake portion of his body slither forward as he started to circle you. If you had to estimate his size, he was probably nearly 20 feet long, standing up at about 9 feet. You turned, eyes following his scales until you were met face to face.

Up close, you could see the reptilian vertical slit pupils as he studied you carefully. “You're looking for a key?” he asked again, tilting his head ever so slightly as his aqua blue eyes studied you.

You nodded again, keeping his gaze, apprehension filling your body.

“But not for treassssssure?” he asked in a hiss. Shaking your head, you couldn't help but tremble under his piercing stare, knowing at any moment, he could sink those sharp teeth into your skin and wrap his muscular scaly body around you, squeezing the life from you until you went cold.

‘What does he even eat?’ You wondered suddenly but quickly shook that thought from your mind.

“I don't even know what treasure you're talking about,” you lied as the creature stopped circling you.

“I know you’re lying,” he said. You nodded, holding your hands up.

“Okay, you’re right. I know what treasure you’re taking about but I swear,” you explained. “I don’t want it. I’m only looking for the key.”

The creature looked you over before glancing at the treasure and then back.

“Are you looking for thisssssss key?” he asked, reaching to his side and pulling up a key from a small pack that rested against his hip. It was indeed the key you were looking for, the same metal and the special insignia.

You nodded. “Yes,” you answered. “That’s the key!”

The creature pulled the key back. “What do you want it for?”

You pouted at him. “I need it to get back to my own world,” you answered. “Your own world?” the creature asked. You were getting sick of this mimicking game.

“Yes, I need the key so I can leave this place and go home. I just want to get on with my life.”

The snake creature tilted his head. “What’ssssss your name?” he asked suddenly. You hesitated. ‘Why is he asking my name? What could he possibly want.’

“Y-Y/N,” you answered, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Y/NNNNNNN? That’sssssss a pretty name,” he said, making your cheeks and ears grow warm. “What’s your name?” you asked, trying to divert attention from yourself. “Mingiiiiiii,” he answered. “Mingi?” you asked, tilting your head.

He nodded, a small smile spreading across his face before he licked his lips, displaying his forked blue tongue. “And what exactly are you?” you asked, looking him over. Mingi tilted his head again. “I am a naga,” he explained.

“And the guardian of this temple.”

You nodded wordlessly. ‘A naga? Okay, I think I can work with this.’

“Okay, Mingi the Naga,” you said, placing your hands on your hips. “Let’s make a trade.”

Mingi narrowed his eyes, the slitted pupils staring you down. “A traaaade?”

You nodded. “For the key.”

Mingi let out a breathless laugh.

“And what could you possssssibly offer me?!” he asked, narrowing his bright blue eyes at you. You’d expected this question and figured you’d already fucked the other guardians for the key, not to mention an alien and a spider creature, a naga might be a little fun.

Without a word, you glanced down to the button of your shorts and back up. Mingi didn't seem to follow so instead of explaining, you decided to show him.

Taking a deep breath, your hands moved to undo your button and zipper, Mingi's eyes darted from your hands to your face. “I ssssssee,” he hissed, lips stretching into a wide smirk as the implications of your actions dawned on him.

“You would give yourssssself to me for the key?”

You nodded, your hands pausing to gauge whether he would take the bait or not. After a moment of silence, during which you had a mini stare down with the serpent guardian.

“Proccceeed.”

You continued, maintaining eye contact as you pushed your shorts down, leaving your lower half completely bare. Mingi's eyes raked over your form as you discarded your shorts on the stone floor. Quick as a flash, he coiled himself around your body, not squeezing, merely keeping you in place.

“Keep going,” he urged, seemingly enjoying this charade.

You slowly started to undo the buttons of your blouse under his watchful stare until you shimmied out of it altogether, dropping it on the floor with your shorts and leaving you in only your black lace bra.

Mingi's serpentine body tightened around you, his hands moving to take yours and carefully guide you up until you were at eye level with him.

“Thisss issss not a game,” he said as soon as you were level.

“Do not toy with me, mortal.” You shook your head in response.

“No, not a game,” you repeated.

Mingi nodded. “I'm not like your human loverssss,” he continued. You nodded your head once. “I know,” you answered but he cut you off. "No," he said in a deep tone. “You don't.”

Now it was your turn to tilt your head curiously.

“What do you mean?”

Mingi's hand wandered from yours, moving up your arm to your neck before down your chest, grazing over your hardened nipple and down between your thighs, cupping your heat.

“Why don't I just ssssshow you inssstead?” You nodded, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat as Mingi removed your bra with a firm tug, the material pulling from your body with a nasty rrrrrip.

You gasped as he tossed your torn undergarment to the side while part of his tail wrapped around your midsection, holding you in place while he leaned back.

Your eyes traveled from his face and down his toned torso down until the golden flesh met the cyan scales. It was then you noticed the slit. You hadn't seen it before because you'd been too preoccupied with Mingi’s handsome face and bright blue eyes.

Right where you expected a human phallus to be was a slit in the ventricular scales that ran down the front of his snake-like lower half. You watched, enthralled, as the slit slowly spread open.

Your curiosity was satiated as not only one but two phallus emerged from the slit. Hemipenes. Of course. Most reptiles had hemipenes, so why wouldn't a mythical snake human hybrid have them?

The twin clocks stood erect, the heads curving towards Mingi's body. They were both quite large. The very tip of both were flared with small spiny glands. The shafts were covered in rows of these same spines until the top of the bulbous bases.

Both cocks had bulbous, almost knot-like bases that were dark blue, lightening up to a bright, almost neon, aqua blue at the head.

Your lips parted as a small “oh” left your mouth.

“You definitely aren't like any of my previous lovers,” you confirmed.

Mingi smirked proudly, wondering if he had managed to frighten you off but when you looked up at him, a mischievous grin of your own present, he knew he was in for an interesting ride.

Carefully, he brought you up level to him again, eyes darting between yours. “I asssssume you need no… persssssuasion?” His voice held a hint of amusement, prompting you to shake your head. “No,” you answered. “Not at all. In fact…”

You patted his scaly skin. “Set me down for a moment, please.”

Curiously, Mingi did just that and watched with a mixture of amusement and animalistic arousal as you turned away, climbing onto the stone bed and showing him your dripping cunt.

You were presenting yourself to him.

“Go right ahead.”

Just as quickly as he set you down, Mingi had you wrapped up in his coils again, the end of his tail wrapping twice around your waist and picking you up, bringing your cunt to his face. “Oh, this isn't exactly what I- AH!” you whimpered as you felt his tongue lick a slow long stripe from your clit back to your ass.

“Your body isssssn't prepared to accommodate me,” Mingi whispered, giving you another lick and groaning at the taste. “What do you mean it's not prepared? I'm practically dripping!” you groaned, squirming in his hold as you felt his hands on your backside, spreading your cheeks.

“Yessss, one hole isssss ready but thissss one,” he said, eyeing your puckered hole. “Thissss one isssss not.” Your eyes widened as you tried to free yourself from his coils but to no avail.

You'd never had anyone in your… backdoor.

“Whoa, whoa, time out!” you said, clawing at his scales as you felt his hot breath fan over your asshole. “Wait just a goddamn second!”

You shuddered, let out a squeak as you felt the tip of his forked tongue swirl around your hole before prodding at it. “S-shit!” you gasped, your walls clenching around nothing as you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter as he tongue at the puckered entrance.

“Wait, just wait!”

Again, he didn't listen and you squealed as he forced the tip of his forked tongue into your asshole. “Whoa, okay wait,” you gasped. “Fucking hell, Mingi! Give me a second!” you hissed, swatting at his scales, hoping he might give you a moment to accommodate and thankfully he did, giving you a couple of minutes to adjust to the intrusion.

After a few minutes, you gave him the ‘okay’ to continue, letting out a squeal as he continued to toy with your hole, teasing and licking and making your walls clench around nothing.

You had hoped by now, he'd be buried deep in your cunt but here he was, tonguing your ass, making it wetter and wetter with his saliva. “Mingi!” you hissed, relief filling your core as his tongue finally withdrew from your rear. “Finally!”

Somewhere between the big reveal and Mingi's tongue being in your ass, you'd forgotten that he had two dicks and as you were lowered, your sopping cunt now in line with one, you remembered at the most inopportune moment that he was preparing your ass to take the other one. ‘Fu-’

“OH SHIT!” you gasped as the tip of one of the two cocks pushed into your wet pussy. The small protrusions you'd dubbed spines felt more like bumps as the head of the cock slid further and further into your warmth. Mingi let out a shuddering gasp as he bottomed out, the top of the bulbous base pressed firmly against your lips.

You could feel the weight of his other cock resting against your slick asshole. There was no way it was going to fit and if he tried, you knew it was gonna hurt like hell.

Slowly, Mingi retracted his cock from your cunt before tilting your body slightly so you felt the head of his cocks at both holes.

‘It's not gonna fit. It's not gonna fit!’

You shut your eyes as you felt Mingi's coils tighten, pulling you down. You felt a firm pressure against your ass as the other head slid into your cunt again. “Relaxxxxxx,” you heard Mingi whisper in your ear.

As you listened to his voice, you felt your muscles unclench and slowly, the head of the other cock breached your hole, slipping inside with relative ease thanks to his saliva.

With both heads breached, Mingi slowly pulled you down, pushing both cocks into your holes, stretching both simultaneously. You'd never experienced such a sensation before. It was unlike anything you'd ever felt, having both holes filled at the same time.

“Oh f-fuck,” you cursed as you felt one tip press against your cervix.

“You like that,” you heard him chuckle. It wasn't a question.

“Y-yes,” you stammered, let out a moan as you felt him thrust lightly. “Oh god yes!”

Mingi chuckled again. “You mortal women are so intriguing.”

“Just shut up and fuck me,” you growled.

Without another word, Mingi did just that, his scaly skin hitting your soft flesh with each snap of his hips, the end of his tail squeezing your body just enough to keep you firmly in place but not enough to hurt.

“Oh fuuuuuuck,” you moaned as your walls clenched around both cocks. “So f-full,” you whimpered. “Feel s-so good!”

You heard Mingi snicker but said nothing, focusing more on the feeling of being stuffed so full with both cocks twitching inside you.

His pace didn’t falter and you knew you were in for a wild ride.

Each thrust drove you closer and closer to the edge. "Fuuuuck me," you groaned, eyes rolling back as Mingi kept your legs spread, tail still coiled firmly around your waist, holding you stomach down as his hips pounded into you. "I already am," he said cheekily.

His thrusts were so powerful, quick, his hips snapping against your ass with each stroke. Your lips parted as moan after moan tumbled from your lips, small dribbles of spit falling as the temple guardian almost fucked you dumb.

"Almosssssst," he hissed, his hips moving more erratically as he chased his own orgasm, yours just within your reach. "So close," you gasped, walls fluttering around his cock as you teetered on the edge. "Ch-choke me!" You cried out suddenly.

Mingi tilted his head curiously, his hips not stalling for one moment. "Damn it, just do it!" You growled.

Mingi rolled his eyes but obliged, the end of his tail moving from just under your breast to wrap snugly around your throat, squeezing just enough.

"F-fuck! I'm gonna cum," you groaned, the muscles in your thighs twitching as you finally tumbled over the edge, white hot heat searing through your body like a warm liquid spreading to your fingers and toes.

Stars blinded you as your vision went dark and fuzzy for a moment. Mingi removed his coils from around your throat as he helped you ride out your high just as he hit his own, letting out a sharp hiss, his teeth sank into your bare shoulder, causing you to cry out in pain.

At the same time, you felt him explode inside your walls, thick spurts of his hot load filling both holes until they spilled around his cocks and fell to the stone floor below you.

From the bite wound in your shoulder, you felt a tingling sensation that turned into an intense burning but it wasn't painful. Your walls clenched around him as the sensation spread, a whimper leaving your lips as his teeth pulled from your flesh.

The burning sensation stayed, coursing through your veins until it settled in your belly as you felt both of Mingi's cocks stiffen inside you.

"What're you doing?" you mumbled, crying out as he thrust into you, more of his cum spilling out of your abused holes.

"Again," he hissed in your ear. "Again?" you asked, turning your head to glance back at him, meeting those bright blue eyes in a heated stare. He nodded quickly.

"Yessss," he answered. "I told you I'm not like any of your previous loversssss."

You shook your head. "But I'm so tired."

Mingi chuckled but shook his head this time. "But you don't have to do anything," he replied. You groaned as his cocks moved inside your walls. "Fine. You do all the work," you replied. "But make it quick."

Mingi let out another chuckle.

"Oh no. Y/N," he said with a devilish grin.

"We're not even clossssssse to being done yet."

You lost count of how many rounds Mingi lasted but when he finally laid you gently on the stone bed, you were more than exhausted. “As promissssssed,” he hissed, pulling the key from his hip. “The key.”

You sat up quickly and looked up as he handed you the key. “You better hurry and get out of here,” he added, giving you a mischievous grin. “Before I change my mind and keep you here forever.”

You quickly grabbed your clothes, lamenting silently over your ripped bra as you pulled your clothes on before grabbing your pack and leaving Charlie’s against the stone bed.

You glanced back as Mingi retreated into the shadows with Charlie’s corpse and you shuddered, remembering earlier you’d wondered what he ate.

You hurried back the way you came, keeping a firm hold on the key. As you ran down the steps in the main chamber you heard a clap of thunder overhead and continued to run as rain started to pour, water falling from the cutouts in the ceiling.

You finally found the hallway back to the adventure section and rushed down it, feet thudding against the stone and soon against the wood as the door came into view.

You threw the door open, slamming it behind you as your heart pounded. ‘Finally.’

You glanced up to the desk, eyes widening to find Seonghwa not sitting there. You hurried up the steps to the desk where the box sat on the top. Opening it you saw all the keys were still there. Carefully, you placed the other key beside them and looked around.

You saw no sign of the Keeper. ‘Where is he?’ you wondered as you looked around. You descended the steps, starting to walk around the room, looking between the shelves and even trying the doors but they wouldn’t budge.

Your eyes widened as you checked your watch. How much time had passed?

‘Has it been three days already?’

You let out a soft gasp.

‘Am I too late?’

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 2 years ago

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daisy, chapter eight

A/N: i have no words... just, uuurrrgghhh, steve's ginormous dick. I need it like oxygen. everywhere. please.

summary: “Steve, there isn’t much I wouldn’t do right now in order to fall asleep, so yes, if you so strongly believe that you can make me doze off, then go right ahead, do your worst.”

warnings: private school!reader, perv!steve, smut, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, fingering, oral, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, anal (this is just a fantasy where we say prep isn't a thing. shut up, let me be a slut and forget about the unglamorous reality. also its just incredibly unrealistic for it to be the first time, but again, this is just porn), dp, creampie, multiple orgasms, squirting, crying during sex, some manhandling, spanking, pussy slaps, borderline cockwarming

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“Hello?”

“Steve?” you murmured into the telephone.

“Ace? What is it, is something wrong?”

His alarm instantly made you feel a bit silly for bugging him this late at night, “it’s nothing, I just-…”

But he quickly jumped in, “what?” determined to know, “what is it, baby?”

“No, it’s stupid,” you exhaled and bowed your head, looking down at your nightgown, “just forget I called.”

“Ace, come on,” he poked again before you got the chance to hang up, “what is it?”

Letting out a deep sigh, you confessed, “I can’t sleep. My head won’t shut off and I just remembered you telling me to call you whenever I had a night like this so that I wouldn’t have to be alone, but now I feel really stupid, god, you were probably asleep-”

“I wasn’t, promise,” he softly interrupted your troubled babbling, “you did the right thing here.”

“Yeah?” you noticed how your teeth unconsciously gnawed at the corner of your lip.

“Yeah, you did. Just sit tight, okay? I’ll be over there in a bit.”

The soft clicking sounds of pebbles being thrown at your bedroom window quickly caught your attention and made you jolt out of bed.

Opening it up, you looked out and spotted Steve at the bottom, surrounded by garden gnomes and messy flowerbeds, slowly lowering another rock as he saw you appear.

“Steve,” you chuckled, furrowing your brow, “what are you doing?”

But a hushed, “I’m coming up,” was all he gave as an explanation before beginning to climb the overgrown trellis.

“What?” you exclaimed, scrambling for a reason why he would suddenly pull a Romeo, but before you managed to solve the mystery, he tumbled in through the open window. “You know we have a front door, right?”

Straightening back up, he briefly brushed off his jeans, “yeah, but your mom-”

“-has switched her night shift to be on Thursdays, so I’ve got the house all to myself.”

“Oh… well, now I feel a little silly doing the whole Rapunzel routine.”

“Not as silly as I do,” you groaned lightly, throwing yourself back upon the untidy bed, “I can’t believe you actually came all the way over here just because I couldn’t sleep.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t call me sooner,” he shrugged off his jacket and joined you on the mattress, “is it the test tomorrow that’s keeping you up?”

“No,” you huffed, even if you still felt the nerves of it gnawing at you, it still wasn’t what was keeping you awake.

“Then what is it, huh?” he gently fixed the part of your hair that all the tossing and turning had messed up, “you know you can tell me no matter what it is.”

“Yeah, I know I can, I just don’t know what it is,” you kept your vision fixed on your lap, avoiding his soft gaze entirely as you lied through your teeth.

“No?”

“Yeah, all I know is that I’ve been trying now for I don’t even know how many hours and every time I turn off the lights and lay down, my head starts spiralling and I just know I won’t get even a minute of sleep and then I’ll be sleepwalking tomorrow and fail my test and I can’t do that, I’m already doing terrible in that subject and this test was my chance to get back on top, to fix it all and now it’s all just ruined!” your panic came to a deafening silence before you uttered desperately, “…I need to fall asleep, Steve.”

“Well, it’s not that late yet, you’ll probably still fall asleep.”

“No, it’s late for me and you know it! I always go to bed super early so that I can get up before the sun does so that I have time to do everything and still not miss the bus. I have a set routine, a way that I do things and my head is fucking it all up!”

“Would it really be so bad if you slept in just this one time?”

“Yes! Then I wouldn’t have the time I set off in the morning to get ahead on homework so that the weekends can just be for extra credit stuff and also go over everything that’s on the curriculum for the day, oh, and did I mention the bus? Because it leaves really early, and it only drives once every two hours so if I miss that one I might as well just miss the entire day!”

Letting your panic simmer, he slowly exhaled and proclaimed, “okay,” forcing your eyes to meet his, “so, here’s my pitch,” he grabbed both your hands in his and said, “you’re gonna both get enough sleep and be there tomorrow to ace that test.”

“How?” you huffed.

“You’re gonna sleep in tomorrow till the very last second and then when I wake you, you just have to hop in that cute little outfit and get down in the car with me. I’ll make you a PB&J for the road and you can go over all the school stuff with me in the car. But first, you are gonna fall asleep,” he promised.

“And just how do you know that? Are you gonna suggest that I drink some warm milk? Because I’ve already tried that,” a small chuckle tumbled out of your frustration.

“No, ace,” he joined in as well for a bit, though still staring at you intensely, “I’m not gonna tell you to drink some milk.”

“Then what?” you tapped your thumb against the back of his hand, poking one of the prominent veins.

Calmly asking, his voice dripped with earnestness, “do you trust me?”

“Um,” you giggle, glancing up at him with a puzzled expression, “what?”

Simply smiling at you in return, he repeated, “ace, do you trust me?”

His gaze was so intense that you promptly rolled your shoulders back from the shiver that whooshed down your spine, “y-yeah, yeah I trust you.”

“Good.”

“Why do I need to trust you?” you giggled as he leaned in to give you a kiss, “what are you gonna do?”

His nose just ever so slightly ghosting against your own, he breathed out, “I’m gonna tire you out, baby.”

Biting down on your smile, you sniggered in an almost condescending way, “you are?”

“Yeah, I am,” you felt one of his hands let go of yours before disappearing under the hem of your baby blue nightgown.

“You sound awfully confident of that,” you smiled as he denied you the pleasure of kissing your lips, only to dip down and plant soft pecks all along your neck.

“Ace, I’m gonna ask you one more time,” his lips brushed against your exposed collarbone, “do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“And are you gonna let me do whatever I need to do in order to help shut that big, beautiful brain of yours off and make you fall asleep?” his fingertips found the edge of your underwear and began playing with the hem.

“Yes,” your eyelids fluttered.

“Whatever I want?” he hooked a finger in at the top and gave your panties a harsh tug, causing the gusset to dig into your buzzing folds.

“Steve,” with both hands on either side of his face, you pulled him up for him to be at your level, “there isn’t much I wouldn’t do right now in order to fall asleep, so yes, if you so strongly believe that you can make me doze off, then go right ahead, do your worst.”

Your consensus caused a bright grin to crinkle up his handsome features, then swiftly seized your lips with his own. Gasping against his tongue, you felt him give the little fabric between your legs another cruel yank.

Tugging at his clothes, you quickly helped rid his body of everything but his boxers, the tent in them already so palpable that it looked as if it could spring free at any moment, just a small gust of wind and everything would be on display.

Yelping as he suddenly ended the kiss by nonchalantly tossing you into the mountain of pillows and teddy bears at the head of your bed, as if you were just another stuffed animal that needed to sit among the others. Positioning himself on his knees, he swiftly yanked your hips down towards his face, burying his nose in the wet spot on your now evidently tinier than usual panties.

“I don’t remember seeing these before,” his fingers pulled at the crotch, making your new thong snap back into place, “when did you start wearing this kind?”

“Just bought them last weekend,” you slowly propped yourself up on your elbows, “you like them?”

“Mm,” he hummed, flipping up your short nightie even more and pulling his head back so that he could take it all in, “fucking love them,” as his hand then swiftly came down upon them, giving your barely covered folds a small slap.

Playing with the fabric for far too long to be considered kind, pulling and tugging at it, watching you squirm as he tugged harder on the wedgie, he then definitively became more enamoured with the mess below them and pulled the gusset to the side.

“Shit, would you look at that,” his thumb came up to part your folds, “so fucking perfect the way she’s crying out for me like that, begging for me to fill her up,” he leaned down to give your clit a kiss.

Bucking your hips up in search of more, your arms then treated to give out from under you as he actually gave you what you desired, wrapping his lips around your swollen pearl, and slurping like it was a piece of hard candy.

Gazing down at him, the small whimpers quickly turned into a needy moan as his dark eyes found yours, staring intensely as he devoured your pussy like a starved beast. Dipping down lower, lapping at your slit, he then briefly traced your leaking little hole before indulgently plunging his tongue into it, his eyes crinkling up in pleasure as he saw how your eyebrows knit together in return.

Picking your legs up, bending them and guiding them up beside your torso, you then felt his palms sneak under your butt and lift you up closer to his face. Letting your head fall back down atop the pillows, you reached a hand up, planting it against the headboard, both in support, but also in preparation just in case one of these moves should cause your skull to collide with it.

Your eyes lulled closed, letting yourself sink into the rippling pleasure that he quickly overflowed your body with, though they swiftly snapped open once more as you unexpectedly felt his tongue hungrily lap at a very different hole than the one you had let him pop.

“Steve, what are you-“

Arms cradling your hips, he pulled back just enough to answer you brazenly, “you said whatever I want, right?”

“Yeah,” his breath fanning across your wetness made you shiver.

“You still gonna let me help you?” he turned his head to kiss your thigh.

That part you didn’t have to think twice about, “yes, but why are you touching me there?”

“Ace, do you not want me to touch you here?” one of his long arms snaked around you even further, a hand cupping your pussy and his longest finger coming down to swirl the little button in question.

Inhaling sharply, your lips parted as he gently tickled your untouched hole, all the while gazing softly up at you, “no, you’ve just never-…”

“I’ve never played with your tight little ass before?” he cocked an eyebrow and smirked, “no, I guess haven’t. But fuck if I haven’t thought about it…” he slid his fingers up to rub your clit.

“Y-you’ve thought about it?”

“Yes,” he answered earnestly, “you haven’t?”

“No, it never even crossed my mind as a possibility…”

“You serious?” you felt your thighs begin to shake as his whole palm started rubbing against your poor little clit, drawing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Well, I know that it's anatomically possible,” you struggled to get the words out, “but I just never thought about it.”

“Oh, baby, it's very much possible…” he smirked, replacing his hand with his lips, sucking down harshly as his slick fingers wandered down to tease your puckered little hole.

Now that the thought of letting him ruin all your holes finally did cross your mind, you couldn’t ignore the way it made you feel like a puddle right at his feet.

Eyes still fixed upon you, you felt his finger press against your hole, the tip just barely breaching the entrance, but still giving you enough of a taste for you to let out a fierce gasp that he quickly bit down upon, “you like that?”

Your face was burning up as you timidly nodded, “mhm.”

“Yeah, you do?” he poked just the essence of his finger inside you, “you finally gonna let me fuck this little hole, huh?”

You felt like you couldn’t look, yet still managed to choke out, “I-, um, o-okay, yeah.”

He sensed your nerves and slowly retracted his hand, instead opting to grab a handful off your ass, adjusting his grip and lifting you back up against his adoring tongue.

A minute later, after nearly squashing his head between shaky thighs from the orgasm that he drank out of you, he impatiently ripped your flimsy garbs off, exposing you completely as you came down from your first high.

After a moment of soft kisses and nips along your waist, his fingers just lightly tweaking at your nipples to shepherd you back to life, when your eyes again blinked open and locked with his blown-out pupils, what he did next made you skreich out in surprise, though your laughter was impossible to miss.

Flipping you around, holding onto you tight until you found your footing on your hands and knees, you giggled, “you know, you could just ask, and I’ll move into whatever position you want me in.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you felt his lips attack your shoulder as his fingers again found your cunt. Plunging his fingers into your quivering hole once, twice, and before he could play anymore, you reached back and clawed at the corner of his boxer your fingers could grasp. “You know, you could just ask,” he copied with a smile as his cock sprang free.

“Where’s the fun in that?” you mimicked as you felt him nudge his dick against your petals, essentially just resting it against you as this position made his length hug against the curve of your body like a magnet, the tip kissing your belly button.

Catching him off guard, probably as he was about to do something entirely different, he managed to linger at a spot long enough for you to seize the opportunity and back up, angling your hips just right for your pussy to swallow the bulbous head, smiling as a strangled moan escaped Steve’s lips.

“You know,” he wrapped his arms around your body, cradling each jiggly tit in his hands and rested his chin on your goosebump-covered shoulder, “I still can’t believe I got to be the one to pop your cherry,” he emphasized with a sharp snap of his hips, filling you up completely, “have to pinch myself every day.”

“What else are best friends for?” you joked, earning a thrust that shook you to the very core, tip bumping against your cervix so cruelly that your limbs almost gave out.

“Remember when I could barely even fit the tip in you?” the memory caused you to let out a needy whine and nod your head, “yeah, I made it fit though, didn’t I? Made you fit me perfectly.”

Straightening back up, his big hands slid over your body till they came to rest on either side of your hips, occasionally palming a cheek, spreading you more for his own viewing pleasure. The toe-curling sensation of when his palm began to come down upon your ass had been the last straw for your hands to give out from under you, making you drop down onto your forearms and fall face-first into a stuffed animal.

Smooching your cheek down deeper into the plush below, you felt a line of drool start to trickle down from the corner of your lip and onto mister fuzzy’s fur.

The room was filled with a symphony of yours and his needy moans, your embarrassingly wet pussy slobbering all over his dick and the melody of skin against skin clapping rhythmically as he ruthlessly hammered into you.

With another slap to your reddened ass, his palm stayed on your skin, fondling to his heart's content till you felt his thumb mosey in between your cheeks, causing your breath to hitch as he came to circle your little rosebud.

Letting a droplet of saliva drop down from his groaning lips and onto your crack, he stopped the racing bead with his finger and asked, “when are you gonna let me in here, huh?” he slowly sank his thumb inside of you, plugging up both of your holes, “don’t you want to feel your best friend’s big fat cock up your ass? Stretch out this pretty little hole and split you open? You gonna let me in tonight, ace?”

Face down amidst the pillows and ass all the way up in the air, you slurred, “I-, fuck, yeah, yes,” turning your head more, you glanced up at his looming shadow and managed to say, “I trust you, remember?”

“God, I love you so much.”

“I l-love you too, Steve,” you whined and hid your face again, now noticing just how hard you were shaking, body trembling like a leaf under him. You nearly let out a scream when his heavy sack once again slapped against your puffy clit, and an incredibly intense wave washed over you.

“Shit, baby,” he then pointed out what had completely flown over your own head, “keep squirting on my cock just like that. Fucking soak me, ace.”

And after a murmured announcement, his movements then became more disjointed as he spilt himself deep within your dripping cunt. Feeling him bury his face into your shoulder, he never fully stopped, just kept going, sluggishly fucking his cum into your sensitive hole.

It didn’t take long for your body to give out completely, though his firm grip on your hips still kept you somewhat off the soaked mattress, slowly and desperately lifting your body back up and fucking himself like you were a toy.

“H-how-,” you struggled, trembling in his arms, “how are you still so hard?”

“I-, fuck, you’re just,” he groaned, hissing occasionally from just how tight your quaking cunt was clenching onto him, “you’re so fucking hot, ace,” nearly stopping his painstakingly slow movements altogether.

Not wanting to let go, he simply rolled both of you over, tumbling onto to bed and unintentionally slipping out in the process, leaving your sensitive hole winking back at the massive length that somehow fit in there.

You thought that what had occurred already would have been more than enough, that you wouldn’t be able to take anymore, but after only a few seconds of laying there in his arms, feeling his lips suck on your neck and his somehow still stiff cock jab against your butt, heat started to bloom once again in your belly and you found yourself instinctually raising one of your thighs up and hooking a foot between his calves, once again spreading your legs for you best friend.

“Steve,” you whined, rolling your hips back and grinding into his dick.

“Yeah?” you heard his deep voice directly in your ears as he slipped his length in between your thighs, letting you rub your collective mess all over him as it leaked out of you.

Being too timid to ask, but too curious to stop, you simply begged, “please,” your shaky breath giving it a desperate quality that would only feed his fire.

“I’ll be gentle, ace,” he kissed your skin as he grabbed onto the base of himself, “I’ve been dreaming about it forever,” he slowly guided his slick cock back to kiss your little rosebud, “but I’ll try to be gentle, promise.”

The sensation of his generous girth splitting your untouched hole open had your body shaking. It was as much agonizingly caustic as it was blindingly pleasurable. Thankfully, he went at it as slow as humanly possible, gradually easing his dick inside.

Gliding a hand down your front, his fingers came to toy with your overly sensitive bud, initially causing you to jerk back, unintentionally impaling yourself that much more on him.

“You can take it, you can take all of it,” he whispered, determinedly playing with your clit to compensate.

Your breaths were laboured as your body tried to comprehend this new and jarring sensation as his cock pierced you to your very core. When he had given you what he deemed was an acceptable amount, you half expected him to just go ham, plough you till you literally passed out, but he didn’t. He just stayed there, barely moving at all. Just filled you up as his fingers played with your soaked folds.

Plunging his fingers into your pussy, it was nearly too much to bear, your sensitive walls both being happy for his return, welcoming him in, yet also screaming bloody murder as it was all so incredibly intense.

Hooking his middle and ring finger inside of you, he anchored them there, using them as leverage to gently rock your body back onto him, moving your whole being via the thick fingers he had nestled against your g-spot.

“Hey, why are you crying, baby?” he asked you softly, kissing your wet cheek.

You hadn’t even realised that you were, being way too dazed to feel the pillow under your cheek begin to dampen with your blissed-out tears, “it just feels so good,” your words were nearly incomprehensible as they flew out.

“You crying because it feels good, yeah?” you didn’t have to turn and look to be able to pick up on the huge grin spread across his face.

Nuzzling back further against his fuzzy chest, listening to the jaw-dropping lewd sloppy sounds his fingers produced as they purposefully rocked vigorously against that spot inside you that caused your eyes to roll back. “I’m so full, so full,” you slurred, “I can feel you fucking everywhere,” your wild hand came down to ghost over his forearm, feeling the muscles tense and flex under your touch as he continued to make sloppy music with your body.

“You think you can squirt for me again pretty girl?” he asked, nibbling your earlobe.

All you could manage to answer with was a pathetically shaky, “no.”

“Oh yeah? You sure about that?”

“N-no,” you echoed just as wobbly as before.

With raging confidence, he raised his head and ogled as you yet again squirted all over his rocking palm, drenching the sheets below even more.

Nearly blacking out as your spent body spilt out its essence, you felt Steve twitch behind you, undoubtedly fighting to keep his hips movements to a minimum.

“Say that you want me to cum in your ass, ace,” he growled, his wet fingers, after finally quitting their bullying of your puffy center, dug into your hip, surely leaving lavender marks in their wake, “come on, say that you want me leaking out of both your holes.”

“I w-want yo-… I-…” was all you could get out, eyes shut and genuinely feeling more like a ragdoll at this point, half asleep from the abundant waves of ecstasy.

Even though he bit down on your shoulder, it still didn’t muffle his moans, loudly expelling himself once again, pumping you full of his hot cum.

Lazily detaching himself from you, you felt him spread your cheeks apart, giving himself a good view of both your tender holes, leaking, and still slightly gaping from his generous girth.

“Look at that mess you made, ace,” he further spread apart your puffy folds and probed a finger into each one of your sore openings, “fucking beautiful…”

Humming as you felt his lips upon your hip, gently retracting his curious fingers, he told you, “I’ll be right back, ace. Just gonna go grab something to clean you up with and a glass of water.”

Finally on the brink of slumber, what you failed to notice as Steve returned to provide you with hydration and a gentle wiping of the mess he’d made, was that as he sat down the cold glass of water on your bedside table, he spotted, badly hidden under your diary, the college acceptance letter that bound you to move 900 miles away from him.

Feeling the mattress dip under you, you felt your duvet being tugged over you as Steve crawled in behind you. Hugging your resting body close as if his life depended on it, his earnest voice just managed to catch your ear before you faded away into dreamland, “I love you… ace, I really love you…”

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A Life Before | Yandere Tokyo Revengers x Male reader

The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!

Description: Mentally Unstable Occult More about you: More about you Prologue: A Life Before | {You are here} Chapter 1: The Reality I've Been Searching for | TBW Chapter 2: You remind me so much of him | TBW Chapter 3: Blood Soaked Insanity | TBW

Y/n had no easy life, and not one any child should have had. His parents were never around to see the accomplishments of their son, they were just busy. His brother, Lucas, wasn’t any help either. He was the golden child, and Y/n lived within his shadow. Y/n was the oldest, but his brother just seemed to have the charisma that Y/n lacked.

Y/n grew to isolate himself, and bury himself within his jealousy. Y/n grew up with the harsh parenting of his father, and when his brother came into the world it changed. In Y/N's mind, Lucas was getting special treatment. He grew up thinking that any form of attention only ever came to him when he did something remarkable. But Y/n started to give up on trying, and let Lucas have all the attention.

He didn’t want his brother to become like him, an isolated mess with no one to talk to and resentment for people. There was something that had sought Y/n out, however. The shadows of all kinds of places started to appear to Y/n, telling him of their woes and stories of their ever fleeting pasts. He saw them before when he was younger, usually in his room. They filled the loneliness he had felt from the abandonment of his mother and father.

Y/n would often talk to the shadows, causing curiosity within his family. His parents had thought he was talking to friends on the phone, but they were concerned when Y/n wouldn’t bring these friends over. They had thought he was with delinquents, but never pushed the issue because they never had the time. Lucas, however, wanted to only spend time with Y/n. All he wanted was Y/n look at him with a smile.

Just like their parents did. But all Lucas got was this look of numbness from his other brother. Whenever Lucas tried to reach out to Y/n he would shut the door to his bedroom. This left Lucas a crying mess on the other side. But he would never tell their parents. All Lucas ever wanted from Y/n was the loving and supportive brother he saw in movies and shows.

The one that gives advice on first dates and when the main character's best friend was fighting with them, the older brother would come in and give some jaw dropping response the audience would never expect. And Y/n felt the same. He wanted the loving parents he saw on the TV, ones that loved all their children the same. Y/n gave up on that silly little hopeful idea, knowing it was an unrealistic fantasy that would never come to him.

Due to the constant isolation Y/n brought to himself, he became more absent in his mind. His thoughts were relentless, but they were one of the few things that would ever listen to him. The mental breakdowns he started to have become more violent. The shadows, who he had befriended, had to hold him back from attempting several times. They didn’t have the strength to stop him from hurting himself.

Y/n would hear the cries of the shadows, thinking it was the pain of their past lives. The true reason they were wailing was because of Y/n’s self-destructive behavior. Y/n didn’t even need to try to hide the scars he caused because no one would notice. No one took the time to check in on him. It made his spiraling mind so much worse. The shadows who had become his new family had to put in so much effort to make sure Y/n didn’t die to his own hands.

There was one person, outside the spectral plane, that noticed Y/n’s worsening state. It was Y/n’s brother, Lucas. Lucas tried so hard to reach out to Y/n, to offer him his helping hand. He never knew how else to go about it, seeing his brother’s scars and heavy eye bags. Every time Y/n walked out of his room, Lucas would stare at him horrified. How could their parents not realize how much pain their oldest son was in?

“Y/n, are you okay?”

Y/n looked at Lucas, eyes empty, with no sign of any one present. Y/n only walked past his younger brother, not sparing him a moment. Lucas grabbed Y/n’s hand, causing the h/c haired boy to whip his head around. Lucas let go of Y/n’s hand instantly, startled by the cold, harsh gaze coming from his e/c eyes. Y/n’s voice was low and hoarse.

“Like you care. Just leave me alone.”

Y/n walked away, stepping out of the house. The slam of the front door left Lucas in shock. Tears dripped down his cheeks as they hit the hardwood floor. He did care for Y/n, but why did Y/n not see it? Why was Y/n always pushing him away?

Y/n let the interaction with his brother leave his mind. He was too focused on going into the shops that were close by his house. Y/n only had his phone and wallet in hand, headphones placed on his ears. He walked down his driveway and down the various roads that led to the stores and restaurants that littered the town. His thoughts were stuck on his brother.

He hated Lucas, but there was so much guilt in hating him. He noticed his younger brother's attempts to comfort him. Y/n kept on walking, focusing on the music playing through his headphones. He didn’t want to think about his family, but they always plague his thoughts. Y/n was finally at the small mall with other shops and restaurants surrounding it.

He looked around and noticed that the place wasn’t bustling with people, but more of a calm flow of 2 to 3 people every 3 stores. Y/n sighed, letting out all the anxiety he felt in his stomach, and gently walked around as his eyes darted around. As he was window shopping, one store caught his attention. It was a manga and anime store. Y/n walked in the small store, looking around at all the items that were being showcased. He loved anime, well, some anime, but only because it was his escape from the cruel world he lived through.

He fantasized about these characters loving him endlessly, giving him the attention he never got from anyone else. Y/n picked up a few figurines he liked, looking at them front and back as he admired them. He slipped into his fantasy mind of the never ending love, but it was short-lived as he looked at the many shelves of manga. Y/n dragged himself over to the bookshelves, gently placing the figuring he was holding back on its spot, and started to look through the various manga series that were on display. Y/n mainly focused on the manga of anime’s he’s seen, anxious about starting a series without having the anime to follow along with.

Y/n’s anime choices were also very restricted because he had no way to legally access them and usually had other things to do whenever he had downtime. Even if it seemed like Y/n did nothing in the eyes of those around him, he was quite busy. He did his best in school, getting homework done a week early, trying to find something to be creative, walking around, and just thinking. That was his usual schedule, but there were times where Y/n just needed to listen to something for comfort. To see the silly characters on his screen have better lives than him, so he can imagine one of his own.

Anime wasn’t Y/n’s only escape, show wise, that is. He had the silly kids cartoons from the various streaming sites his parents had bought, and to their stupidity, Y/n had memorized every single password they used in case he got locked out. It didn’t help Y/n’s isolation issues at all, but it made things so much easier. At least that's what he had thought throughout his whole life. Growing up, T.V was what created most of how Y/n views everything, a world where everything ends happy and that people who’ve hurt him will come back and do some big grand gesture and repent for the pain.

That realization came from an adult show he had watched on his own, even if it made him feel worse. That one adult show and one of the many kid shows he loved watching were his therapy, more so than anime was. They taught him the patterns in his own life and reasons why he feels the way he does. Y/n shook his head, trying not to get distracted while he looked through the shelves. He just looked at the several front covers of various series for 30 minutes, and the cashier just watched him, waiting for Y/n to make a choice.

Y/n’s attention shifted to the cashier as he felt them watch him look through the various series. He put the book he was holding back on the shelf, walking over to the checkout counter. He stood loosely in front of the cashier, having a staring contest with them. Both of them had a bored look resting on their features as the cashier rested their head on their hand, propping up their elbow on the counter. The cashier smirked at Y/n, trying to read the boy. Y/n only stared blankly back.

“You not finding what you want?”

Y/n lightly shook his head, his eyes still blank and numb. The cashier chuckled softly as they turned to look through the shelf behind the counter. Y/n watched the cashier as he eyed all the books and figures on the feature wall. Y/n stood patiently, waiting for the cashier to find what they were looking for. The cashier then pulled out a manga and slid it to Y/n from across the counter.

“Try this. I think you’ll like it. There’s a small sitting area behind the shelves if you want to read it.”

Y/n nodded and gently took the manga, not giving the cover a glance. Only after sitting down did Y/n register what the manga was called. He studied the character that was presented on the volume, as the number 1 was big and red. He read the title quietly to himself.

‟Tokyo Revengers…”

After gently opening the cover page, Y/n started to get sucked into the story. The concept of being isekaied to time travel was very new, and he only ever saw it once. This story was vastly different with the plot, but he noticed similarities with the anime he kept thinking of. Y/n sat there for who knows how long, trying to finish this one volume. The cashier was right, Y/n loved it.

Y/n stood up after he finished the book and brought it back to the checkout counter. Before the cashier could ask if Y/n liked it, Y/n walked back to the shelves. The cashier looked curiously as Y/n scavenged to shelves for every single Tokyo Revengers manga that was available. The cashier watched Y/n in awe as the boy walked back to the counter with a large stack of books. They just looked at the stack and then back to Y/n.

“Is that all?”

Y/n only quickly nodded in response as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. He was so excited to go home and read the whole series, or what he could find, anyway. The cashier smiled at Y/n, bagging the last book. They've never seen someone so excited to enjoy reading. Y/n paid the cashier with money he stole from his parents, and immediately ran out of the store.

Y/n paused for a moment after running down the mall. He stopped in front of a fountain and walked closer to it. He stared at the reflection, but the reflection had many eyes staring back. He chuckled lightly as he brought his headphones to his ears. Y/n took a coin out of his pocket and dropped it into the fountain. Y/n stared back at the rippling reflections of all the eyes that were looking at him.

“You guys are pretty late to the party. No matter, let's get home. I have some books to read!”

He turned around, picked up the bags and started to walk out the mall. Some bags started to float out of his hands as one of his ghost friends helped him out. No one noticed the floating back because once the ghost touched it, it disappeared, not to Y/n though. Y/n was the only one who could see what the ghosts carry or touch, and it was hilarious to see sometimes. The other ghosts walked beside him as they all talked in their minds with Y/n.

The main ghost that carried Y/n’s bags was what Y/n considered to be a mother. He loved her dearly, and she loved him. The only thing Y/n has from her past is that she was a mother, but her son disappeared a long, long time ago. So to help, Y/n let her mother him in ways his own mother didn’t. She was the main reason Y/n was still sane with all the isolation he has done throughout his life.

The ghosts among him always called her Mother, and Y/n did too. It only felt appropriate, and it helped him a lot when he needed a mother to depend on. Y/n continued to walk down the streets, trying to get home, but his stomach wouldn’t leave him alone. He looked to Mother, and then back to the other ghosts. Their energy changed to a knowing one as they changed directions to get food.

Y/n skipped along, completely forgetting about his guilty feelings directed toward his brother, and focusing on satiating his hunger. Y/n swayed his head slightly as he focused on his music and looking for a place to eat.

The ghosts all admired Y/n, they thought of him as a god, but Y/n had to explain every time how he wasn’t one. It was quite funny seeing their energies become more confused the more he tried to explain. Y/n stopped walking as he stood in front of a restaurant.

Y/n walked closer, scanning the menu that was displayed outside the restaurant. While scanning the prices, Y/n felt a tap on his shoulder. Y/n turned to meet Mother, her white eyes moving in a way of worry. Y/n gave her one of his rare soft smile as his e/c eyes held a calm gaze. Mother was trying to get Y/n’s attention to the sky, and Y/n looked up to see the sun was already setting.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get back before dark. Not like they’d punish me if I got home late anyway.”

Y/n shrugged his shoulders and walked into the restaurant, with only Mother following after him. Y/n had taken a seat for two, and no one questioned him talking to himself. Well, that’s what the outsiders saw, but he was in a very deep conversation with Mother. Mother was the one to stay with Y/n whenever he went out to eat or to be by himself that wasn’t in his home. Y/n had ordered two servings of f/f to share with Mother, even though she never really needed to eat.

She loved indulging Y/n however. These things were seen as offerings from Y/n, and they were greatly appreciated. Y/n loved spoiling the ghosts that followed him around and helped. Giving them gifts was the best way to show his gratitude. It was also the only way he could show it.

It first started with Y/n giving the ghosts different articles of clothing so he could keep track of who was who. That was before Y/n could read their energies and get a grasp on who he was speaking to without the guidance of a distinctive feature of the shadowy creatures. Y/n had also used the memories he was given in his sleep to discern the ghost he was talking to. The memory sharing became frequent when he went to bed. That was the main reason Y/n hated sleeping.

He didn’t like seeing the pain and sadness of the various past lives of the shadows that followed him around. Those nights with those memory dreams ended up with Y/n having a panic attack. That's when Mother put a restraint on the memory sharing from all the other ghosts. They only ever did it when Y/n asked, and Y/n barely ever did. So the other ghosts resorted to pointing at pictures that related to their lives.

Y/n shook his head, trying not to focus on the other ghosts. His attention got brought to the scent of the f/f he was served. A big smile graced his usually empty face. He pushed the 2nd serving to the seemingly empty seat. Mother took a fort and started to absorb the food's energy. She could feel the love of not only the chef, but from Y/n as well. Y/n looked to Mother, seeing here happy essence.

“You like it? It’s my favorite, though you already know that. You know everything about me. You know me better than my own mom..”

Y/n trailed off, thinking of how a ghost knew more about him than his family. It made him sad that he would never have the relationship he dreamed of having. Mother brought a shadow limb to Y/n’s hand, comforting the boy. Y/n took a heavy sigh and quickly finished the food, wanting to get home. He hated the fact that he ever had to go home in the first place, but he needed to because it's where he felt safest.

Y/n started his walk home after paying for the food. Mother had taken both bags from Y/n, insisting that he needed to rest. She was right, of course, but Y/n was a stubborn soul. He never liked having assistance with tasks like this. He only gave in because Mother was insistent about it.

“L̶e̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶.̶.̶.̶ ̶L̶e̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶.̶.̶.̶”

Y/n chuckled and looked at Mother as the two of them walked down the calm streets. Y/n had his hands in his jack pockets, not caring about anything else. He smiled at Mother as she continued to carry the heavy bags full of manga. He loved Mother so much, and couldn’t express how much he did. He turned his head back to face what was in front of him as he walked the dark and dimly lit streets.

“You know, you’re the only one who I’ll let help me. You’re the only one I deeply trust… Mother..”

Mother made a pained noise, feeling the sadness Y/n had now been washed over. Y/n’s eyes dulled, feeling the emptiness he had in his heart before his shopping trip. This always happened, no matter how good a day Y/n had, he would go back to his numb and apathetic heart. Y/n finally stood in front of the door of his house. He took the bags from Mother, and opened the door gently, trying not to make a sound.

Y/n wasn’t quiet enough to keep everyone asleep, well, that’s what he thought when he felt his younger brother watching him. Lucas was worried about Y/n as he was out. Y/n left in the early afternoon and only came back late into the night. Before Lucas could even walk up and confront his older brother, he noticed one of the many books Y/n was carrying fall out of the bag. Lucas let Y/n go to his room to isolate once more, as he gently walked to the book on the floor. He read the title to himself, as it seemed whatever higher being out there had answered his prayers, a way to finally bond with his brother.

After Y/n had dropped that one volume accidentally, Lucas had become so fond of Tokyo Revengers. He had begged his parents to get an anime streaming service so he could watch it, and to also let Y/n watch it in hopes of watching it together. That hope was slowly crushed when Y/n found the account information and only isolated himself even further. Lucas tried plan B, begging for more volumes of Tokyo Revengers, and various other series, for his birthday and for other holidays and giving them to Y/n. Y/n would walk into his room and see a new volume on his desk with a note placed against it.

Y/n always discarded the notes, thinking they were from the ghosts, and quickly read through the new volume he had his hands on. Lucas watched from the crack of the door, sadness weighing down on his chest. He was still very patient, knowing sooner or later Y/n would come up to him and talk about their similar interests. Lucas had kept up with the series, and tried to impress Y/n whenever he was around his older brother. Y/n never thought anything of it, only a boy younger than him ranting about his interests.

Lucas tried so hard for two years trying to connect with Y/n over anime. There were times where Lucas had thought he made it through to his older brother, only to find out it was a brief moment of Y/n's good moods. Lucas had become so caught up in trying to get approval from his brother that it seeped into his other relationships with friends.

Y/n's family issues didn't get any better either. His father had died a year ago, and it took so much from Y/n. He didn't feel connected to his father, but it was way more than his mom. Y/n cried the most he had ever had over a person that night, and it pained Lucas. His death was unknown to Y/n but his mom blamed him for it.

Y/n had to suffer a whole year of scowling looks from his mom, and Lucas had noticed the change. Lucas tried to find out why their mom was treating Y/n this way, but every time he asked, their mom just dismissed it. A year had passed since then and things had become more distant with Y/n and his family. The desires to be in his daydreams grew with every incontinence he faced. However now that he was 17, he could look forward to forging his own life.

Y/n almost being done with school and getting ready to move out and live on his own created so many good feelings within him. This time had been Y/n's happiest because of the hope of Y/n being alone and not having to worry about his parents. Mother was also very excited because she got to see somewhere new and Y/n was feeling better. The other ghosts had soaked up the excited energy, using this as a way to get their messages across better. The ghosts had started to move things around and write on papers left around the floor.

It shocked Y/n that something as simple as his happiness caused such a reaction in the ghosts and shadows around him. To celebrate the good feelings, Y/n was gonna read in the park. All the ghosts, new and old, were ready to join him outside and see the bright sunny day. To Lucas, however, there was this dread that hovered over him.

He had this need to follow Y/n, knowing of his plans to read in the park, to keep him safe. Y/n and the shadows that surrounded him didn't notice Lucas' presence, Lucas following close behind. Once Y/n had reached the park, he took a seat on a soft patch of grass. Y/n had this content smile that amazed Lucas. Lucas had only ever seen Y/n look sad or numb.

Y/n was rereading the first volume of Tokyo Revengers, kicking his feet as he got sucked into his daydreams. Lucas felt something painful settle in his heart. He felt so jealous that a book could make Y/n so happy, and all his attempts only ever made Y/n seem unhappy. Lucas had never felt this jealous, and he didn't understand why. He loved Tokyo Revengers too, so why was this hatred toward it?

Lucas didn't have much time to contemplate it as Y/n got up. Y/n didn't realize he had finished the book within an hour, and the day was still fresh. The warm sun beat down, letting Y/n bask in its warm glow. A soft smile graced Y/n’s lips as he turned his head to slightly gaze at the sun. Lucas was amazed at the scene in front of him, never had he seen his brother this content.

Y/n started to walk slowly across the street, not really paying attention. Lucas wasn’t far too behind, the dreadful feeling still present in his mind. Lucas wasn’t sure, but something bad was going to happen. Y/n held the book he just finished, looking down as he admired the cover. His mind went to his daydreams, and slowed down the most in the middle of the road.

Y/n turned his head when he heard the sound of frantic honking. His eyes stayed dull as he saw a truck coming straight down the hill, seemingly not stopping. He turned fully to face the truck out of subconscious, and Lucas just froze, watching the truck go at inhuman speeds down the hill. Lucas’ eyes watched Y/n, panic taking over his whole being. He didn’t know why Y/n turned to face the truck, but he wanted to push him out of the way.

The truck was barreling toward Y/n, and Y/n just stood there. He didn’t think he should move, something kept him tethered there. The surrounding ghosts were worried, their human they loved so much was going to die. Y/n’s mind finally got sucked out of his daydreams and registered there was a truck coming for him. Instead of moving, he just smiled, finding this entire situation hilarious.

“Seems truck-kun has finally come. It’s finally my turn!”

Y/n yelled out, but only himself could hear it. Lucas stared in disbelief, seeing Y/n’s attitude as he was about to get hit by a truck. For a brief moment, Lucas could hear the cries that were beyond the mortal plane. The truck came even closer to Y/n, now two feet away from him, and Y/n gripped the book tighter. In his mind, he hoped that the truck would hit him and that when he did, he would be transported to one of his many daydreams.

Y/n's whole world force as he waited for the truck to him. He didn't see anything move around him. He didn't hear the ghosts' worries or the bystanders cries for help. People were panicking, trying their best to save the boy that stood in the middle of the road. Y/n turned in head slightly, seeing white all around him. There was a distant voice he heard, calling his name.

“Y/n!”

The truck had crashed, leaving the bystanders to look in horror. Many screamed, and some stood in disbelief. The Tokyo Revengers book fell from Y/n’s hand as it fell onto the road. The white pages turned red as a pool of blood surrounded it. Y/n’s body lay next to it, where his hand used to be seemed to be grabbing it. His last hope in life was that story, the daydreams that sprouted from the manga.

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freckles-dean · 9 months ago

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Here are some of my thoughts on Young Royals S3 ep 1-5

I’m just rambling here. This is probably going to be long, all over the place and not well articulated, so bear with me.

And before I talk about the show, I just need to say that it never ceases to amaze me how incredibly talented all the actors are.

First of all, I don’t blame either Simon or Wilhelm. They are in an incredibly stressful situation. They are bound to make mistakes and I think their actions while being stubborn and lacking common sense are understandable.

I really loved Simon this season and i was so exited there was more of a focus on him. We finally got to some of how everything affected him. It broke my heart to notice he wasn’t the loudest in the choir anymore and then him saying he’s not enjoying music. Side note: Dude had some banger lines this season

I find it ironic that everything that Wille found attractive in Simon’s in s1 became things that Simon has to shut down in order to be with him

If you told yesterday me that today me was actually okay with an August redemption arc, I would not have believed you. This in no way excuses his behavior, and he still has a lot to work on, but I think it was one of my favorite parts of this season.

I am not at all surprised by the Erik thing. since s1 I kept wondering when Willie's perfect image of him would come crumbling down, but can’t imagine how devastating it would be to learn that the person who was there for you the most was not this perfect person you thought they were and might not even accept you.

I was rooting hard for Micke and Sara. I knew it was unrealistic that he wasn’t going to hurt her again, but it was still so heartbreaking that he couldn’t pull it together for her. I think there are bigger issues going on than his ADHD that needs to be handled.

Why does the queen get space and help with her anxieties and grief, but when Wilhelm is struggling he gets no support and is seen as embarrassing and problematic????

Why the fuck was it Wilhelm's responsibility to teach Simon what not to do? Obviously, this kid who has never been in the public eye has no idea what he should or shouldn’t do, it almost seems like it was deliberate to get Wilmons relationship to fail idk. It would have been so easy to get something to teach him some basic media training. It's just disturbing how the court had absolutely zero regard for Simon’s safety.

I’ve seen people talk about Wilhelm being controlling over Simon. Is it acceptable or excusable behavior? Absolutely not, but let me put things into perspective. Wilhelm was raised in an abusive and very controlling environment. His opinions and feelings didn’t matter, and he was told it was love, so it made sense that he would try to do the same for Simon and expected him to go along with it. I think expecting Wilhelm to have healthy relationship skills is unrealistic, and the show never pretended he did. It’s been pretty obvious throughout that Wilhelm consistently projects his feelings and emotions onto other people.

I still don't know if Simon was breaking up with Wille or not, or they were just trying to frame it that way to scare us (honestly hoping it leads into a more mature conversation), but if he was… Wilhelm had it coming. He hasn’t been handling things very well and is taking it out on Simon, which is just not okay, and he doesn’t deserve that.

Before this season, I wasn’t sure how I felt about Wille abdicating, cause i still had this fantasy in my head of him as this queer king, but after everything I’ve seen this season, it’s so obvious how much this institution is killing him. He needs to get out and heal from his traumas and find out who he really is without all those rules and pressures.

I don’t even know if I want Wilmon to be an endgame. Obviously, I do, but at this point, I don’t think that’s what’s best for either of them. It’s been very clear this season how much they don’t (at the moment) fit into each other's lives.. Either some major things have to change (Wille abdicating) or they need to split up. I just hope that both boys get a good ending, even if it’s not with each other.

I don’t know... I’m emotionally exhausted, there are so many plot lines and I really don’t know how they are going to fix everything in one episode.

#young royals #yr s3 spoilers

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oodles-stuff · 8 months ago

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You know what I'm just gonna assume that once an animal becomes a Familiar, They live as long as their owners since I can't find an answer yet and because I can't BEAR the thought of M6 and the Familers not growing old together.

They gotta be there for the important moments. They can still die, but they won't as long as nothing happens ( sickness, fatal injury, etc )

Idk what would happen if the owner died. I know at somepoint Faust turns back into like a normal snake ( I THINK, I might be wrong it's been a good while since I played Asra’s route) , so maybe that's what would happen. ( that's sad too jeez ) ( I might think of something else )

And don't get in my comments being like “ Oh but everything doesn't last forever, that's unrealistic. “ SHUT UP. THIS GAME HAS MAGIC. LET ME LIVE MY FANTASY.

if one of them died in a couple years because they have a shorter lifespan, I WOULD BE SICK. INCONSOLABLE. BOTH THE FAMILER FRIEND GROUP WOULDNT BE COMPLETE AND ONE OF THE M6 WOULDN’T HAVE THEIR LITTLE BUDDY. I HATE THINKING ABOUT IT. ALL OF THESE CHARCTERS ARE TRAMATIZED AND I NEED ONE GOOD LONG HAPPY THING FOR THEM.

So yep they all grow old together and live happily ever after because this is a magical world and witches and Familers are bonded for life.

( no but seriously if someone has an answer to my question on whether Familers live as long as their owners or as long as their lifespans tell me. I might not like it and not follow it as cannon, but I still wanna know.

#the arcana #arcana

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gwyns · 9 months ago

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E/riel’s acting like Rhys didn’t also have to be carried up that mountain too. And I love Elain, but let’s be honest, how would she do in the Blood Rite? I find it funny how people say the Valkyries winning the Rite is unrealistic, but Feyre (I love her too this isn’t hate) killed a giant worm with bones while she was still human and scrawny. The Valkyries, imo, won because they worked together while the men choose the Rite to try and kill each other. Gwyn (& Emerie) earned the title of Carynthian. And Nesta rightfully earned her title and if she didn’t have to hold the line, she could’ve become a Carynthian also. Gwyn was ready to die with and for her friends. Idk if Cassian & Azriel know that, but I think they would actually be moved by that. Idk if they also know about Gwyn spying on the beast and leading it to the Illyrians, but I think they would be impressed. I hope we get a scene or something like that in Az’s book where he’s impressed, so it’ll shut up certain people. E/riel’s really acting like Gwyn didn’t do anything significant during the Rite. Lmao.

the "it's unrealistic!!!" argument is so stupid to me because like... these are fairies with magical powers that are, in part, sustained by annual orgies. if you're going into a fantasy series looking exclusively for realism then you need a new hobby lol

you're so right! they helped each other. the rite showed us how far they'd come and honestly, each had an advantage in my opinion. nesta had her rage to guide her, emerie had her clipped wings, normally seen as a weakness but here it was perfect since the men weren't used to not having them and gwyn was shown to be a capable spy. none of them would have survived alone but they succeeded because they had each other to rely on, while the illyrians strictly kept to themselves. their strength was in their friendship, much like rhys, cass and az when they did the rite. it was a direct parallel, i thought that was pretty obvious lol?? it's really not hard to understand

besides the girls trained for months, it's not like they had zero experience in this area? it was their first true test, yes, but what does that matter here? the rite in acosf was one of the best things sjm has ever written. if all you're doing is scrutinizing it for some kind of gotcha then you're missing the whole point

#cant believe they love tearing down a group of women and what they accomplished all for a MAN and then say we're the woman haters lol #antielriel #anti e/riel #asks #anonymous

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korrasamibottles · 9 months ago

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3, 12, 49😊

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

I think I'm obsessed with really vivid sensory descriptions, and I have a lot of fun trying to write in a way that makes people feel a sentence. There's also a specific sentence structure I'm partial to, but I don't really know how to descibe it. It's like intentional sentence fragments that get the point across in a blunt way and give the paragraph a flow that feels nice to my brain lol. But on the other hand I also looooove a run-on sentence, and I will not apologize.

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

I never really went for soulmate AUs/soulmate mark fics because even in a fantasy/sci-fi setting they still felt unrealistic, and it was (kind of still is) hard for me to suspend my disbelief. But I read a few several years ago that I thought were done well. I can't remember the titles but. The door is now cracked instead of shut.

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

‼️KORRASAMI TIME‼️

"Korra lets out a whoop that sings through Asami's veins when she dips the bike low to the right as they speed around a bend in the path, so Asami does it again, and then one more time, just to pull more of those sounds out of her, just to feel the grip of Korra's hands tighten around her waist.

The distant thunderheads have crept closer and the air feels thick, heavy and electric, buzzing with potential. There's a lightness in Asami's chest that she hasn't felt in months, that she hadn't realized she'd been chasing, and she presses the pedal down further, as far as it will go, Korra's exhilarated laughter ringing in her ears and hanging in the air for a single, crystalline moment before the wind snatches it away."

#thank you💖#asks #appalesbian #mw

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hologramcowboy · 11 months ago

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I cry sometimes because I realize Jensen can't be mine. Do you have any advice for me? I have shut myself off from dating because no one interests me. I want to let go of my dream but I just can't.

Hi, Anon! Your message moved me to tears. It seems like you've idealized Jensen as your ideal match. Which is beautiful, the fact that you see so much in him. Please ignore any of this if it doesn't resonate but here are a few reminders for you:

However perfect Jensen may seem, he is actually just human, just like any of us. He has good and bad traits. I know I mentioned this list a lot of my blog but it's because it works: Make a list of everything you admire in him and ask yourself where you yourself have displayed those traits.

Then, when you are ready, make a list of his negative aspects and ask the same question. This is a stupid simple exercise that will help you balance your perceptions. Sometimes, when we are infatuated with the idea of someone, we tend to assign unrealistic qualities to them and by getting real we can take our power back.

As for your choice of not dating, if it comes out of a desire to wait for the right one for you then that's admirable and I can relate to that. In fact, as a demisexual, I completely get you. However, if it comes from an unrealistic fantasy about dating Jensen then please remember that, at the core of your desire, are certain qualities, experiences and feelings you want to live and that, ultimately, while Jensen can serve as an example of what you want, you should never limit your own growth waiting for anyone. Focus on being the person you want to be and living the experiences you most love.

Dreams are there to inspire us to move towards the life we want so don't let go of your beautiful dream of having a loving relationship. Rather, let go of the how and who and allow the right person to come to you. There is someone out there who truly is ideal for you and while there's absolutely nothing wrong with enjoying what you see in Jensen and letting it inspire you(who knows? he might even end up being the one that shows up), don't allow that to keep you from the opportunities life will present and from being the person you desire to be.

Sorry if I'm not making much sense, I guess what I'm trying to say is focus on Jensen as long as it brings you joy and makes you feel good and use that desire he brings up in you as a catalyst to create a life you love rather than focusing on what is missing. You don't have to date anyone if you don't feel inspired to do so yet but stay open to life. 🧡

Jensen is beautiful in his own way but so are so many other men, there is not only one prize, the world is full of people and, if you focus on being the kind of person you most want to be, you're bound to attract someone who resonates with that.

In fact, I hope the Universe will bring you something even more magical than what you can conceive for yourself.

☺️ I love you for loving Jensen and I wish you so much love. 💕

#jensen critical

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puffpasstea · 2 years ago

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if you’re still taking requests, do you think you could do a dom/sub piece after Alice and harry become bf/gf? Maybe a punishment or something? So curious how their dynamic would be! Your writing is incredible btw

Hi babes!! Thanks so much for your kindness and for the request! I tried to do something slightly different here, to show their new dynamic, but I’m not sure if it worked or not. So would love thoughts/feedback. Hope you like it! Let me know what you think!

warnings: smut, angst, dom!harry. ——

My relationship with Harry may not have been my first ever relationship, but it certainly felt that way. It was my first adult, long-term relationship. And it was the first time I ever felt genuinely in love with the person I was with. So, everything we did together felt meaningful and special. Especially the first few months.

The first time that we had sex as a couple, I was an emotional wreck. I’d expected it to be just like all the other times that we had hooked up in the past. But Harry was gentle, sweet, and took his time. He went slow, held me close, showered me with love. Of course he was still Harry. So he made a few silly jokes, smugly reminded me that he can now finally make love to me. Breaking my old rule.

The intense emotions this induced overwhelmed me. I had no way of navigating through them, as he whispered “loved you from the moment we met. You were always more than sex to me. You’re so perfect,”so I attempted to shut them down. Urging Harry to go faster, harder, to ignore me or be mean. But he only wrapped his fingers around my neck, whispering in my ear that he loved me, wanted me to feel good, wanted me to look him in the eyes so he could see the pleasure I was feeling. Afterwards, he held me to his chest, reminding me that I don’t have to pull away anymore, that it’s his job to look after me now. The release was intense. Physically and emotionally. I sobbed into his chest, but that didn’t seem to faze him. Falling asleep in his arms, and not having to rush out in the morning, or kick him out in the middle of the night, or sneak away before he could wake up was the greatest relief I’d ever felt.

Our first date was similarly perfect. Almost disgustingly perfect. We dressed up. He brought me flowers. Held doors open for me. Blushed as he flirted, touched my hand gently over the dinner table. Even though it felt like we already knew each other, he insisted that he was doing this “the right way.” Not just for the good of our relationship, whether we break up tomorrow or get married ten years from now, he wanted me to always have this memory as a standard for how I should expect to be treated my a partner. He was unbelievably sweet. I couldn’t believe that perfect moments like this were happening to me. That I got actually experience them. I’d always assumed that love like this only existed in the fantasies of naive adults who had never struggled a day in their lives to know what the real world was like; or in escapist romcoms that were written to be detached from reality and make you forget the cruelty of your own life, if only temporarily. I was never a fan of such fantasies because I always felt like the unrealistic expectations they set only ever ended in disappointment. Not to mention the heightened pain of realizing that my life will never even come close. Suddenly, here I was, living the fantasy. It was unsettling. But you’d be surprised what humans are capable of getting used to.

Maybe it was the distance. Harry always traveling meant that we could only be together a few weeks at a time, most of the year. Especially if he was coming out with new music, touring, or promoting a film. So, whenever we got to be together, we tended to stay in our happy, little bubble. Savoring every moment, avoiding arguments, sweeping any conflicts quickly under the rug so as not to “sour” the precious time we have left together or waste it on fighting. Things seemed to be wonderful. That is until Harry’s tour ended, and he was finally home. Indefinitely…

***

I woke up in the morning, my heart skipping a beat when I remembered that Harry was home, smiling to myself, I reached over to his side of the bed with my eyes still closed, attempting to pull myself closer to him. My arm landed on empty bedsheets. I felt around for him, but his spot was cold. He’d gotten out of bed a while ago.

My eyes fluttered open, gradually adjusting to the sunlight peering through fabric of the curtains. Looking around me, the state of the bedroom reminded me of last night. The empty plate on the nightstand had contained the aftercare snacks that Harry had hand-fed me as I laid in his arms, half asleep, barely feeling my legs after the number of orgasms that he’d coaxed out of me. The bottle of lube and nipple clamps on the floor were self-explanatory. My fingers subconsciously ran over my breasts, checking to see if my nipples still hurt. Only a little bit. But the memories made me miss Harry’s body on top of mine, his warmth wrapping us both, his hands around me, whispering encouragement into my ear, “it’s okay, darlin.’ It’s okay to let go. Go on; I’ve got you…you look so pretty when you cum, you know that?” Fuck, I wanted him. Where was he, anyway, and why wasn’t he here right now, holding me the way that he did last night? He usually woke me up with a cup of coffee in bed. It was my favorite thing about waking up every morning. Hearing his voice gently drag me out of sleep, feeling his breath on my face as he’d give me a morning kiss and wait for me to sit up before handing me the mug. Waking up without him was awful in comparison.

I got out of bed, too impatient to make the bed, wash my face or get ready for the day before I ran downstairs to find Harry, my feet sliding across the stairs dangerously. An involuntary smile took over my lips as soon as I spotted the back of his head. He was sitting in the living room, with his laptop on the couch, typing away. I expected the loud noise of my footsteps to be enough to alert him to my presence, but he didn’t move.

“M- umm- good morning.” I cleared my throat, my voice still strained from sleep.

It took Harry a moment, but he eventually turned around as I approached the couch. I could see him more clearly now. His hair had been styled, he was in a hoodie and his staple ripped jeans, his glasses on his face. He looked so good and comfortable. A contrast to the way he had looked last night without his shirt on, his taught muscles flexing as he thrusted into me, his face flushed, meaning in pleasure. The memories replayed in my head again, I bit my lower lip and I swear I felt my thighs clench together. Gosh, the things this man does to me.

“Oh, hey Alice.” He mumbled, sparing me a glance before going back to his laptop.

Alice? He almost never calls me that. Had I done something wrong? Had I upset him? I squinted, watching his face for further signs. He did smile at me, briefly, but it took him a while. Like his face had needed to catch up to his brain, or something. A small hint of almost imperceptible anxiety began to creep into my body. Something doesn’t feel right. If it weren’t for the computer in his lap right now, I’d be sitting there, making him kiss me. I thought for a moment before it occurred to me that I still had access to his cheeks and lips. Hesitating slightly, I shrugged off my doubt and went in for a morning kiss.

“Hi.” He smiled as we pulled away, his dimples flashing. I felt him relax into the couch.

Okay, maybe things were fine. I perched on the couch next to him, sliding myself under his arm and snuggling into his side as he’d returned to typing. His hoodie smelled of to tobacco, ginger, and vanilla. His signature cologne, no doubt. My mind had come to associate that cologne bottle with warmth and comfort. Harry was ingrained into my subconscious. He smelled like home. We were definitely in it for the long haul. I sighed audibly, closing my eyes, and feeling his chest rise and fall steadily as he breathed.

“You sleepy?” He asked.

“No, no. Just…love you.”

“Hmm.”

What, no ‘love you too?’ I guess I was back to worrying.

“So, have you had coffee yet? I could make us some. It’ll be my turn this time.” I pulled away from him to watch his face for a reaction.

“Hmm? W-wait what did you ask?” He finally stopped typing long enough to look at me.

“I asked if you wanted some coffee.”

“Oh! Oh, no. I’m all good I’ve already had some.”

“When?” I didn’t expect that declaration to sting as much as it did. Not only had he not brought me coffee this morning, he’d had some without me.

“Before I went to the gym.”

“You went to the gym?! When did you do that?”

“What’s with the interrogation, Alice? I went while you were asleep.” He went back to typing once again.

“Not Alice!”

“Pardon? What’d you say?” He wasn’t even listening.

“N-nothing.”

I got up, looking back at him, waiting for him to ask where I was going, but I’m not even sure he noticed that I’d left. I considered going into the kitchen and getting started on breakfast, but I really just wanted to spend time with Harry. I turned around “S-so, what’re you working on anyway?”

“Hmm?”

God, he has no interest in my presence at all. Giving up, I left him to his work and went to get started with my day.

***

That evening, we had plans to have dinner with Jeff and Glenne. When we arrived at the restaurant, Jeff informed us that Glenne had been feeling under the weather and decided to skip dinner and get to bed early. It was just going to be the three of us. I didn’t mind it too much. I’d developed a certain degree of tolerance for Jeff since Harry and I had started officially dating. He was important to Harry, so it was important that I got to know him. Plus, I really liked spending time Glenne, so it worked out fine. But, the problem with tonight was in the fact that Harry was still being weird. He wasn’t returning any of my regular gestures. In spite of myself, I’d grown accustomed to his normal displays of affections. Even in public, and whenever we were around his friends, Harry always had a hand on my thigh, held my hand in his under the table, or wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him. Tonight, he wasn’t doing any of it. In fact, he and Jeff had fallen into talking about work, and his arms were gesticulating wildly as he explained something too technical for me to understand and asked if Jeff had gotten his email from this morning. In other words, his hands were nowhere near my body.

I felt cold and small. I wasn’t sure if it was just the air conditioning vent blasting directly onto my exposed neck, or the fact that I’ve craved Harry’s touch all day. It was certainly, at least a little bit, to do with the fact that I felt like I’d done something wrong. Ever since this morning, the guilt has been growing in the back of my mind. The worst part of it is that I felt guilty without knowing why. Perhaps he’s grown sick of me. Perhaps our honeymoon phase is over. Maybe being at home together 24/7 has finally shown him what kind of person I really am, and he’s having second thoughts about us being together. The idea of Harry no longer wanting me terrified me. I got up, and went to the bar to order a drink.

***

I was a few drinks in, my surroundings felt fuzzy, but the gentleman across the bar from me had a nice smile, I let him keep the refills coming as we made conversation. He seemed to find everything that I said completely fascinating.

“You teach college students? That’s so cool! How many students do you have in your class?”

I blushed at the thought of anyone taking an interest in what I do; let alone a complete stranger who had no obligation to listen to me ramble about my job.

“Like 20 in each. I only just started, so I have to teach three courses. Most established professors will only teach two per semester.”

“So, you’re young then.” He had a hint of something in his voice. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. It felt like that statement was saying more than referring to my relative youth in my field of work.

I leaned in closer to him, brushing a stand of hair from my face. Whatever I’d been ready to say in response went flying out of my mind as I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“What’re you doing?” Harry’s green eyes were staring down at me, a firm and withholding expression on his face. He wrapped an arm around my waist announcing that “we’re leaving.” Placing a few hundred dollar bills on the counter, he gestured for the bartender to keep the change and walked me out.

I felt suffocated by his hold. “Get off me!” I shoved him, or at least that was the intent, but it felt like he had shoved me, I could barely stand on my own two feet after pushing that much force into his chest. Harry, on the other hand, barely felt it. He grabbed ahold of me again, stopping me from tripping over my heels and crashing to the floor.

“You’re drunk.” He said through gritted teeth, guiding me to the car and helping me inside.

***

The car ride was quiet. In fact, we didn’t even speak at home. We both got ready for bed in complete silence, occasionally crossing paths at the closet or the bathroom. Harry was already in bed by the time that I was ready to crawl in next to him. Seeing me come in, he sat up in his spot and watched me slide under the duvet.

“Care to explain yourself?” He folded his arms over his chest.

“‘Bout what?”

“I thought you hated drinking. Thought it made you anxious. So, what’s up with all of this tonight?”

I shrugged, looking down at my hands as they clung to the duvet.

“What’s going on with you?” Harry wasn’t letting go.

“N-nothin,’ Harry. Just thought I’d try something new.”

“And you chose drinking and cheating?”

“Well, I’m not wasted! And what do you mean ‘cheating’ who’s cheating?”

“Honey, did you not see how that man was looking at you? And you didn’t seem too mad about it either. You were flirting with him all night! I watched you!”

“Oh, so you do care what happens to me, then? Okay, good to know. Cuz I wasn’t sure about that, to be honest.”

“Alice, what on earth are you talking about?”

“It’s not Alice! Okay? It’s not! Stop calling me that. It’s MATILDA!” Tears rolled down my cheeks, I hid my face in my hands, turning away from Harry and sobbing loudly. I felt pathetic.

“B-baby, what’s the matter? Why’re you crying?” Harry’s voice was softer now, I felt his hand squeeze my shoulder, a shudder traveling down my spine. There was the touch that I’d longed for all day. Harry noticed the goosebumps on my skin and rubbed a finger across them. “Honey, are you cold?”

I didn’t budge. Not because I was trying to be stubborn but because I knew that if I tried to look at him or talk to him, I’d just keep crying.

Harry sat closer to me and pulled me into his chest with one hand, using the other to pull the duvet up and cover me with it. “There we go. Should warm you right up.” He rubbed circles into my back. “Please talk to me, my love. What’s made you so sad?”

“You!” I blurted out before I could think about my answer or attempt to stop my crying.

“Me? What have I done?? Hardly said two words to you all day.”

“Exactly!”

“Sorry, what? I don’t follow….help me out here.”

“You’ve been pulling away. We’ve been…falling into a routine. I- I just- I think maybe you’re getting too used to me. I’m not exciting anymore. I’m not shiny and new. I- I wanted to be new again. I wanted you to remember why you’re with me.”

“And you thought the best way to do that was to go spend time with another man?”

Harry’s logic had made my feelings seem like a gross overreaction. I knew I wasn’t the healthiest partner, but this was embarrassing.

“Yes! No! That part wasn’t- I didn’t-“

“Didn’t what?”

“I didn’t mean it that way. I think maybe that part was about more than that. I- you’ve been weird all day. I hate that. I hate feeling like I’ve done something wrong.”

“No, I haven’t…, baby, you’ve done nothing wrong.”

“You didn’t wake me like you always do. You didn’t bring me coffee like you always do. It’s not that you didn’t have time or you were busy. You made the coffee. You actually made it. You just decided to have it by yourself instead. Without me. You haven’t hugged or kissed me all day. Every time that I’ve tried to kiss you, you’ve been cold. Going through the motions. Just waiting for me to get it over with. You haven’t even looked me in the eye! When we were out, you- you didn’t hold my hand under the table like you always do. Didn’t pull my chair out for me like you always do.”

Harry’s face was twisted in unease but he listened to me rant without interruption. Even when my tears fell again, he breathed and silently waited for me to carry on.

“If I’ve done something wrong then just tell me! If you’re sick of me then dump me! Please, just dump me and put me out of my misery. I hate this. I hate being treated like this. Makes me feel like I’m a teenager right back in my parents house. Like their love is conditional and I have to earn it by being interesting all the time. I don’t wanna lose you like I lost them. Just toss me aside if you’re done with me. Let me go cuz if you’re just waiting around for me to do it…I won’t.”

Harry’s lips interrupted my crying by kissing me. His kiss was demanding, intense, breathless, he wouldn’t let up, and when I tried to pull away, his hand on the back of my neck pulled me back in.

He tore himself away, hesitantly when his lungs had run out of air. Gasping for breath, he mumbled. “you’re so dumb sometimes.” He laughed.

“W-what?”

“Falling into a routine in a relationship is a good thing. It means it’s getting real. We’re past the fairytale phase. We’re getting into the real life stuff now.”

I hadn’t thought of it that way.

“And, for your information, I didn’t bring you coffee this morning because I didn’t wanna wake you. I didn’t wanna wake you because we went to bed real late last night. After the things I did to your body, I thought it deserved some rest and recovery. Woulda stayed in bed with you like I always do, but I had an early meeting this morning! With the label. About starting my next album. Was gonna surprise you with a couple of song drafts if you’d given me a chance to actually finish drafting them before you woke up. Do you hear what I’m saying? I’m saying I wasn’t intentionally withholding my affection from you as a form of punishment or warning that you were no longer interesting to me! The fact that you’d think that about me is…honestly concerning.”

“Harry-“

“But that’s not what hurts me the most.”

“It’s not?”

“What hurts the most is that, instead of talking to me about how you feel, you not only jumped to conclusions, but went ahead and found someone else to spend your time with. What- were you trying to prove that you’re still attractive? That you could replace me if need be? Or were you trying to make me jealous?”

“I’m sorry.”

“We have rules about communication for a reason. Do you know how much easier this whole thing would’ve been if you’d just talked to me instead? We’ve had this conversation before! Haven’t I always asked you to be honest with me?”

I nodded, too timid to speak. I uttered an apology too meek to be heard, but the sympathy in his eyes let me know that he knew I didn’t mean to hurt him.

“I fucked up. Like I always do. I….deserve a punishment.” I announced.

“You do. But not tonight.”

“Why not?! Please, Harry-“

“Won’t do anything with you tonight. Not after you’ve been drinking. For now, you’re gonna spend the night in the guest room. I’ll deal with you tomorrow.”

“No, please- Harry, please. Anything but the guest room. Please! Wanna be with you. Want you to hold me, please?”

“If you’d chosen to talk to me like a real human being, maybe we could’ve done that tonight. We don��t get to though. Cuz you ruined it for both of us. Now, off you go.”

***

The next morning, I woke up to Harry knocking on my door with a tray full of food and coffee, alongside it some painkillers and his weird green sludgy hangover concoctions.

I was feeling pliant and submissive after spending the night alone, thinking about his words, and wishing he were with me. I hardly slept, knowing he was a few feet away from me, knowing that I had hurt him with my actions, and mostly worried that I was too fucked up and broken for a healthy relationship. I felt terrible and wanted nothing more than to make it up to him. I wanted to sink to my knees and beg for forgiveness, to kiss him from head to toe, to tell him to be patient with me as I work this out. I was one stern look away from sub-space, so I did exactly as he told me and waited eagerly for his gentle touch.

“You feeling alright?”

“Mhm. A bit nauseous but I’m okay.”

He smiled, handing me the omelette he’s made. “This’ll help. And take those pills after.”

“Yes, sir.” Slipped out of my mouth without even thinking. I reached for the coffee instantly, welcoming the taste and comfort it gave me.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry. For everything. Last night. And being mad at you. I’m sorry.”

“We’ll see about that.” Harry winked at me, taking his own coffee mug and sipping on it.

***

We spent the morning together, mostly Harry making sure my hangover doesn’t take over. I let him fuss over me though, only because I wanted to be near him. I was feeling needier than I knew how to admit, and I didn’t exactly know why. But having him order me to hydrate every hour at least gave me the reassurance that he wasn’t angry with me and that he still cared about my well-being. At least I hadn’t completely ruined our relationship.

We eventually parted ways to get to our own jobs and we met back at dinner. I made all his favorite foods, still attempting to apologize and make it up to him, but we both knew that I wasn’t going to relax until he’d punished me, so, when, after dinner, he told me to go upstairs and strip naked, I almost tripped over my feet running into the bedroom.

***

“You know I love you right?” Harry’s hand ran up the sides of my body and settled around my neck. “Cuz I’m about to hurt you like I hate you.” So, tell me.

I struggled to get the words out, and not because he was lightly choking me. The words felt too presumptuous. Like I hadn’t earned the right to say them, but I didn’t want to upset him any more than I already have. “I- I know- you love me, sir.”

Harry smiled, amused. “Good. Your safe words?”

“Green for good to go, yellow for slow down, and red for stop completely.”

“Good girl.”

Harry spun me around so I was now facing the wall, my hands resting against it for stability. He kicked my legs open. And warned “stay still. Don’t you squirm.”

“Yes, sir.”

I could hear Harry make his way around the room behind me, but I couldn’t dare turn around to see what he was doing. My breath grew shallow in anticipation, my skin tingled. Finally, I heard the rustling and movement of the metal buckles on his belt and braced myself for what I knew was coming.

The leather of the belt crackled in the air and hit my skin. I swallowed a moan, squeezing my eyes shut and breathing heavily.

I heard Harry hum in satisfaction at my stillness.

“T-thank you, sir.” I croaked out, feeling grateful that he was even giving me the chance to make it up to him.

“Well, that’s polite of you.” I heard the surprise in his voice. “Won’t make me go easy on you though.”

“P-please don’t, sir. I deserve it-“

My words instantly vanished when the next slap of the belt sucked the air right out of me.

“Yes, you do.”

Harry delivered one hit after the other, I’d lost count, somewhere after 23, as my head got fuzzy and my awareness of my surroundings began to fade. It was difficult to tell if it was the pain blurring my mind, or the flood of pleasure and submission overwhelming me as I sunk deeper. It gradually became impossible to keep perfectly still, and I was now whimpering and crying, as softly as I could. I still didn’t want to make it difficult for Harry, but I could no longer contain my cries.

I have no idea how many hits his belt had delivered before I heard it fall to the ground and felt Harry’s hand between my folds.

“You’re wet.” He said, kneeling between my shaking legs and running his finger between my lips. “You seem to be enjoying this punishment a little too much.”

I didn’t know what to say. My body has spoken for me. But it felt disrespectful to acknowledge it. I wasn’t supposed to be having fun right now. This wasn’t about my pleasure. At the same time, I always liked everything that Harry did to me.

“N-no, sir. I-uh” Harry’s damp fingers had found my clit, gently rubbing it in circles and making me moan.

“Sure sounds like it, puppy.” He laughed.

“I-I would never enjoy you being angry with me, sir.”

“That so?”

My legs were shaking as Harry continued to rub between my legs, I was so close to cumming, but I didn’t think I’d be allowed to.

“F-fuck, sir-“

Just like that, Harry withdrew his hand and replaced it with a kick from his shoe-covered foot, hitting me squarely in the middle of my cunt.

With a guttural grunt, I fell to my knees.

“Pathetic.” He shook his head.

Over the next few minutes, Harry delivered a few more kicks, alternating in pattern and pace to keep me guessing. By the end of it, I was a sobbing, wet mess.

“Up on your knees, c’mon.”

I pulled my face off the floor with whatever strength I had left as Harry came closer, his crotch at eye-level with me. I knew what was expected of me in that moment; he was already unbuttoning his pants. I found it difficult to stay balanced on my mushy knees, so I leaned on his legs, nuzzling my face into his thigh and breathing.

“You alright, my love?”

I nodded.

“What’s your color, Alice? Give me a safe word, honey…”

“G-green.” I mumbled after a long pause. Harry wasn’t buying if. He placed his hand on his thigh next to my face. “Take my hand. Squeeze it if you’re good to keep going.”

“I-I’m okay, sir. Just weak.”

Harry laughed. “We’re nowhere near done. You wanna stop here? It’s okay if you want to tap out.”

“N-no, no. Please. Punish me, sir. Please. I- I wanna do this. I can take it. May I suck your cock?” My shaky fingers grabbed the waist of his pants to pull them down.

“Hey, hey, hold on a minute. Look at me.”

Harry’s eyes studied my face discerningly for a moment. “Alright, go on, then. Do it.”

I pulled Harry’s pants down, and took his hardening cock out of his boxers, wrapping my lips slowly around his tip, his moans a pleasure to my ears.

“May I touch?” I mumbled around him, my voice on his tip seemingly amplifying his pleasure.

“F-fuck- yes. Yes, you may…ahhh, that’s a good girl. Just like that.” I wrapped my hands at the base of his cock stroking him in sync with my tongue. Harry’s hips bucked involuntarily, pushing him further into my mouth, causing me to gag.

“Easy, easy, just breathe through it. Good girl. Get it nice and wet.”

The more I could hear his high pitched moans, the more eager I was to go faster, harder, make him cum. But Harry pulled himself out of my mouth, causing me to whine, and , upon losing his stabilizing presence, I almost fell flat on my face before he grabbed me.

“Sorry, sir. Uh, my knees-“

I felt harry’s arms lift me off the floor as he stood up, carrying me to the bed.

Tossing me onto the bed so I was laying on my back, Harry pushed my legs apart, lining himself up with me and thrusting in smoothly.

“Fuck, you’re wet. And tight. Feel so good, baby.”

All I could do is whine and cry.

“No cumming!” He warned as he felt me clench around him.

“N-no, sir. Won’t cum without permission, I - I- ahhhh - promise.”

“Good girl.”

Harry’s thrusts got sloppier and harder quickly, I could tell that he, too, was close.

“Can- can I come, sir? Please?”

“No.”

“Please, sir. P-please. Don’t think I can hold it much longer. Don’t wanna do it without permission, please.”

“Hold it. Hold it, or so help me god, Matilda!”

I felt my chest bubble with relief, tears rolling down my face.

“S-sir, please?”

“Shut up and take it like a good girl.”

My cunt was already sensitive and bruised from his earlier kicking, it was now unbelievable sensitive. I screamed in pain every time Harry pulled halfway out only to thrust harder again and again.

“H-hold- please, hold my hand, sir? It’s too much. I- I need…please hold my hand?”

He contemplated it for a moment before relenting and taking my hand in his.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Harry smiled at me. “You wanna come? Hmm? I’m gonna count down, okay?”

I nodded vigorously, almost crying with gratitude.

“Three”

He thrust in all the way.

“Two”

Another thrust.

“One.”

He pulled all the way out and stroked himself to his climax, finishing all over my stomach, and leaving me empty, clenching around nothing, my orgasm ruined.

“It hurts- sir. Ow, really really hurts.” I broke down sobbing.

“You’re not cumming for a week.”

#Dom!harry #Harry styles #Harry styles smut #harry styles blurb #harry styles angst #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles writing #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x oc #dom!harry styles #dom!h

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azdoine · 2 years ago

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anyways. my own baggage here obviously but at this point im INCREDIBLY uncomfortable with all of the people ~grieving~ Camilla and Palamedes

b/c yes of course on one level their fusion dance is obviously them making the best of a bad situation on every level. Camilla grew up as an animal for slaughter and all she could do was redeem that sacrifice. Palamedes didn't want to die and have to invent some new inverted form of lyctorhood designed for living cavs and dead necromancers. but that's LIFE! life is a series of ways in which we make the best of bad situations! and I'm sure you can tell the difference between fiction and reality no matter how sad you are about your blorbos, but I'm starting to feel like some of you guys aren't thinking about what this shit sounds like.

like, people can't merge souls and hop from body to body in real life, but that doesn't mean that they can't die and reborn. the reality of life is that people grow and change and shuck off your expectations for them, and when you find yourself grieving for another person's old self, the odds are just as good that you never knew them to begin with - it's up to them to decide whether that change was for the better, not you.

to be completely direct, I don't think it's a coincidence that Paul came out of the Grand Lysis with an entirely new gender, and with that subtext in mind, while I can at least understand the grief some people are feeling, I think it's unquestionably fucked that people are going so far as to problematize Paul's ascension. "Cam should have accepted her loss and Pal should have let go" "they're just more victims of the toxic upbringing of cavs and necromancers" "they should have learned to live without each other and escape their codependency" oh my god shut the fuck uppp! Cam and Pal live in a fantasy world where they don't need to do any of that boring shit to be happy and fulfilled! just like I live in an unrealistic science-fiction future where I can take drugs that turn me into a woman instead of reconciling myself to the reality of my manhood! Cam, Pal, and Paul wouldn't want outsiders second-guessing such intensely personal life choices any more than I do.

#the locked tomb #nona spoilers #ntn spoilers #camilla hect #palamedes sextus

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pureshoney · 5 months ago

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"seriously, i don't know. just never asked another guy before," states nonchalantly. she's never thought about asking one of her previous partners either. dylan had been sexually liberated for as long as she could remember. still, something about keenan made her more comfortable to voice those hidden deep desires that most men might shut down before she could even propose it. "so you like using those bulky handcuffs on me, huh? the kind that i really can't move in?" questions playfully, not that she minded. sure, she liked the silk ones because they were smoother on her wrists, but that cold metal rubbing against and bruising her ivory skin if she tugged her arms too hard just had a way of causing her cunt to clench in a way it rarely ever did unless she was high. "no, that's not fair. you should want to get me off, too. you could edge me a few times? i think that's a nice middle ground …" he wouldn't actually not let her orgasm, right? figures he's just taunting her, but keenan also had to know just how much of a brat she'd turn into once he ripped that tape off pink lips if he left her high and dry. "they do love watching that shit. besides, we're fuckin' hot, who would say no?" blonde knows that fantasy would be unrealistically hard to achieve because while she pulled herself away from the spotlight all those years ago, people still knew who she was. supposes that she could make them sign an nda, that could work. "that is what i want, scrubbing me all clean while you fill my ass up too," because as filthy as they both currently were, femme had no doubt that their night doesn't end here. can't recall any particular night where they hadn't fucked each other into oblivion. "anything i want? you have to watch your words, baby; you know i'm the kind of girl that would take that and run with it," admits with a giggle of her own, allowing his arm to pull her up from the wet ground and immediately leaning her back against his chest, head falling backward to rest on his shoulder. "i think if you want me to turn around, you might need to …" intentionally squeezing her core, "take this out of me," mumbles just before turning her head slightly to press a chaste kiss against the tender flesh of his neck. heat that had just fallen from cheeks makes a quick return at compliment, content sigh escaping lungs. "mmm … i am real, and i'm all yours. and you're all mine," while she's sure she's flexible enough to find a way to turn around without slipping his cock out of her, still hasn't entirely gained feeling in her legs. so, as much as she hates to do it, dylan lifts her hips just enough to leave her hole clenching around nothing and slowly turns on her knees, ceruleans dropping to look down at her body, finally able to acknowledge just how vile their act was before looking back up at him. "still think i'm hot?"

"yeah? seriously?" admission takes the male by surprise, considering how sexually open minded dylan is he had expected her to have some history with tying guys up and using them however she wished. "the silk ones are pretty on you", admits with a thoughtful nod, "but i always prefer the traditional type, y'know?" fucking his girl while she was quite literally stuck to the bed was a sure way to have him slamming his cock inside her tightness like a man gone mad. "just a toy? want me to do that sometime princess? seal up that bratty mouth and take you however i want?" might not be a punishment for the stunning femme, but it'd certainly be hot as hell to play out ; gliding some tape across those sinful lips and binding her hands to make her completely immobile. "don't know how much you'll like it if i start teasing you, putting the tip in and then pulling out again . . . or using that sexy little body as a cum dump and nothing more — after all, you'll just be my toy, won't you? so i really don't see why i should be concerned with making sure my toy gets off too." would likely crack at some point, push his entire length into her soaking cunt and cream up that cervix with his seed. but in the meantime keenan could have some fun and repay dylan for those bratty remarks he knew would come at some point. "princess, you doing almost anything is hot", reminds her with a laugh, "but doing that would be fuckin' insane, stretching that slutty hole out for daddy. bet we could get that ass to gape if we play with it enough." could imagine his cock nestled inside, snug and throbbing even before he begins to try and push a dildo inside her too. "people love watching couples do nasty shit, don't they? especially the bored fuckers out there who don't even get missionary anymore." didn't particularly care who witnessed their carnal sex as long as it was someone, as long as keenan could puff his chest up and let them know just how well he knew his girl. "if that's what you want then yeah, i'll fuck this slutty ass while i'm washing the mud off your skin", was such a sharp contrast, carefully cleaning the girl he was growing to love while also squeezing his cock inside her tightest hole and likely pushing her against the wall to get a better angle. now after being edged for so long finally allowing himself to orgasm makes the male lightheaded and dizzy, groaning in pure ecstasy, hips bucking and ploughing himself inside her spasming cunt. never felt an orgasm so strong, one that knocked the air out of his lungs and made keenan feel like he'd just learned the secrets to the universe. breaths are shallow and fast, his motions slowing as his grasp on dylan eases, mud coating his lower body as his lips work gently against her shoulder. "fuck you can have anything you want after that", chuckle is weak and his chest aches from the need to inhale air, yet he wraps an arm around the femme's abdomen, beginning to lift himself and her back up to a kneeling stance. "turn around baby, if i'm gonna kiss you i want to look at you properly." dick is still inside her warmth, balls feeling entirely empty as he begins to brush strands of hair away from his girl's sweat slick face and neck. "you're so fuckin' beautiful dyl, jesus christ you're not real."

#stormeycs #dylan / keenan .

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hanazuma-inactive · 3 years ago

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Are you fine with top beta mreader and bottom alpha iwaizumi? Reader is model student in school and rumor tells that he is better than most alpha. Iwai who never interested about that kind of thing suddenly changed his mind when his inner beast screamed out for reader when he saw him in the library. That caught reader attention. So they have sex there, with Iwai trying hard to holding back his voice and he can only knotting at nothing when climax. After they were done, Iwai kinda light headed and Reader bridal carry him outside. I just think it will be cute 🐽

That's all 🛁

out of the ordinary (nsfw) top beta!reader x bottom alpha!iwaizumi

pronouns: he/him (FEMALE ORIENTED DNI!!)

warnings: slight degrading, omegaverse, reverse roles, knotting (not really), public sex (sex in library), slight overstimming

a/n: i can't find any,,,good iwa panels help. but this was an interesting concept especially the last part. i also love iwa with my entire life please 🧎‍♂️ sorry this took so long because it's pretty long around 1.8k words

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you were an exception, someone who's out of the ordinary. being born a beta, people didn't expect much from you. they had no reason to believe that someone who was a part of 90% of the world population was capable of doing anything extraordinary. however you were there to prove them wrong. ever since elementary going into highschool your grades were always at the top of the class and in some cases in the district. everyone was surprised to find out that you were only a beta instead of an alpha.

your achievements were spread all of the school board and among your classmates. most people respected you and some wanted to be you. your grades weren't the only thing you had, your looks were at least above average and nearly everyone who saw you wanted to fuck you, or get fucked by you. except for one person, iwaizumi hajime.

the spiky haired boy was never interested in this type of stuff. in fact he is the only alpha in the entire school that hasn't tried to hit on you or asked you out yet. unfortunately this just so happens to be the one person you were somewhat interested in. unlike the other betas and omegas you weren't exactly submissive. sure you were nice and friendly towards other people but in the bedroom? all you wanted was to make an alpha cry out your name and cum from your cock. it was an unrealistic fantasy due to how your society functions but you've seen it happen before and you wanted to experience it yourself.

the more iwa didn't notice you, the more frustrated you became. you tried all sorts of things to grab his attention. "helping" him with homework, which he denied many times. inviting him to hangout afterschool, also denied. and even as far as behaving unlike yourself, none of the above worked and you were quite upset about it.

until one day, when you were just walking to the gym you overheard iwa and his friend oikawa qtalking about something.

"c'mon iwa we all know you were head over heels for him when he was performing that day."

"shut up, it doesn't matter even if i do, he has enough alphas and omegas on his dick, he doesn't need another one. so what if i want to fuck him, who doesn't? you did too at one point but he turned you down almost immediately."

"jeez! calm down you freaking porcupine. all i'm saying is, next time you two are alone, maybe give it a shot instead of avoiding him. he's the first person that ever got you feeling like this and it would be too good of a chance to pass by, don't you think?"

"yah yah whatever i got it."

so the two were… talking about you?. there was no way right?! the one person you wanted attention finally gave it to you. it might not have been directly but he admitted it, and that's all you needed to know. so all the things you were doing did work after all. you were excited but you needed to keep your cool for now, and figure out a way to get you two alone. little did you know he was going to come to you all by himself without you even lifting a finger.

you strolled to the library afterschool to borrow to borrow a book your friend told you to check out that you know you won't be reading. while searching for the novel, you heard someone open the door of the empty library. it was pretty rare for anyone to be in the library except during class time so you wondered who it could've been. you peeked over the bookshelves to find a spiky haired male trying to find a book as well. it was iwa, looking for a book in the dystopia section.

this situation couldn't have been better. you and iwa were alone in a place where nobody usually comes. it was the perfect opportunity to do what you always wanted to do. you walked over to the other section to greet him.

"yo! how's it going iwaizumi?"

"it's going fine… thank you, i'm surprised to see you here though."

"oh yeah haha, just checking out a book."

iwaizumi looked away and directed his attention back to the bookshelf. you were a little upset and while thinking about something to talk about, he spoke again.

"h-hajime, is fine...by the way." iwa said while his face flashed a bright red.

hajime? his first name? we barely talked ever and now you guys are on a first name basis? you didn't mind of course, you a little surprised that's all.

"alright hajime! same goes for you too!"

he looked away again, gripping the book in his hand.

"alright, fuck it." he murmured under his breath. hajime turned around to you and pushed on onto the bookshelf behind you. his hand holding onto yours and his face red as a cherry. you were a little startled but this stuff wasn't exactly new to you so it wasn't as flustering to you as it was to him.

"uhh, hajime? y-you alright there?"

"i wanna fuck you alright?! there i said it. i'm not expecting anything because i'm the last alpha you haven't rejected. but still, i want to try. so…what do you say?"

it was all going better than expected. all the things you've done to attract iwa was finally paying off! you were excited but you needed to keep your cool before completely losing it on him.

"sure! i don't see the reason not to~ but…we are going to switch it up a little bit." you said with a smirk on your face. iwa looked confused about what you meant by switching up, but now that the person he liked agreed to have sex with him, he didn't care about what's about to happen.

you grabbed iwa's arms and pushed them behind his back as you turned him around, reversing the positions of you two.

"w-woah, what are you doing…y/n."

"i've always wanted to do this hehe, fucking an alpha and making him beg to cum as a beta, someone who is supposed to be below him in society standards. what do you say hajime? is this still the sex you were looking forward to? or are you gonna leave me here all by myself?"

there was fear and anticipation in iwa's eyes, eager to find out what happens next. as much as he wished it was the opposite way around he didn't want to lose the opportunity in his hand right now. reluctantly, he nodded and agreed, gesturing to get on with what you wanted to do.

gaining the signal to start, you aggressively pushed your lips onto iwa's, reaching into his mouth and soon intertwining your tongue with his. the other male let out stubborn whimpers as the kiss grew to be more sloppy. soon you broke it, leaving him panting for breath and a dirty smile on your face.

you licked your fingers and reached into the back of iwaizumi's pants. at first he jolted a little, not being used to his ass being touched as an alpha. you then started to move your fingers into his asshole. going deeper inside, hajime struggled with the pain that no alpha in this school will ever experience. hajime's grunts started to become moans, you put in more fingers as you found his pleasure point. massaging it and doing all the tricks you knew on it to make him feel as good as possible.

it didn't take long till a wet spot started to form on his pants and his eyes became hazy. you took out the finger and let hajime catch his breath before preparing him for the real thing.

"w-what's next…" hajime asked

"just close your eyes, i promise i'll make you feel good~"

he trusted you and shut his eyes, latching on to your shoulder. you revealed your cock and lifted iwa up so that his face would be facing you and his plump asshole would be right above cock. iwa was nervous, you could tell and that was the best part about it. gently you put your cock into his ass. it was still rather difficult even with all the preparation from earlier. iwa let out a small cry as you entered him, not used to anything so big inside him, or anything at all really.

"f-fuck that hurts…"

"i know, it'll feel good in a bit, alright? bare with me here a little. i'm gonna start moving."

you didn't even put into consideration that this was iwa's first time. you went at a moderate speed, sometimes slowing down and speeding up. iwa's hard cock leaking with precum and bouncing up and down on yours. it was such a pretty sight seeing the alpha cry pretty tears from all the pain and pleasure. of course you felt amazing too, iwa's virgin hole felt better than your hand or anything your dick had ever fucked.

iwa used one of his hands to cover his mouth. attempting to stop the people outside of the library to hear his moans.

"hajime~ people are gonna hear us if you keep being naughty like this~" you said with a cocky smile on your face.

he didn't say anything in response, barely being able to comprehend anything while getting fucked.

"c'mon...look at you, an alpha? being fucked by a beta in a library. moaning like a slut in heat, i might as well knot you while i'm at it hm?"

speaking of knots, the alpha was getting closed with nothing around his cock. nothing for him to knot. his cock enlarged in size as he reached his climax but a face of disappointment appeared because of the empty area around iwa's dick. he didn't even think it was physically possible until today looking at it right now in front of him.

hajime had his fun but you weren't done yet. right after he came you continued to fuck him and stroke his cock to overstimulate him. after you came inside you noticed that iwaizumi had already passed out from the pleasure. his own cum spilled on his stomach and his ass filled with yours. you stood still for a while, enjoying the view of the sleeping prince in front of you. to make this more fun for the both of you, you decided to carry the alpha in your arms as if he was your bride.

you got a bunch of weird stares and murmurs from the students around you but you didn't care. all the reputation that you built up could fall into shreds but you could not have cared less. now, the only thing that matters is the one person you wanted attention from gave it to you and is sleep soundly in your arms.

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deerestapologies · 4 years ago

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5 times you called him by a pet name + one time he called you by a pet name

(Diluc + Zhongli x GN!Reader)

Diluc

1. "Oh, hey hon." You greet mildly.

The candles have begun burning a bit low, the long shadows making his pout even more obvious.

"I apologize, I was held up for longer than anticipated."

He produces a small bouquet from his coat, a cluster of wildflowers, and approaches like he's about to give an offering instead of a gift. He kneels by your chair, face stoic as usual, but you can see the worry and shame in his eyes.

You twirl the stems to absorb their delicate scent, and then carefully drop them in your water glass. You cup his face in your hands, and press a kiss to his brow.

"It's okay." You kiss his brow again, "I am not mad." You kiss his nose. "I am hungry though."

You laugh lightly at his rush to sit across from you. An evening eating cold roast was worth being able to spend it with him.

2. "I understand your frustration, but perhaps we had best move on." You place a hand on his crossed arms.

"Their behavior was unacceptable, especially for those who would call themselves knights."

The stubborn clench of his jaw tells you just how angry he is. The idiots were lucky to have only gotten the verbal bludgeoning earlier instead of the literal one he wanted to dish out.

"Yes, but you've already made them apologize, and they do seem repentant," the fool knights in training nod frantically, "so why not leave this mess for Kaeya, darling?"

He sighs, but loosens his posture to wrap a protective arm around you. The hell the Knights were going to catch for this was still to come, but at least no one lost any limbs. Yet.

3. Tucked into your pile of pillows, book in hand, you waited as you do most nights. Diluc had a late meeting scheduled after dinner, but he promised it was truly to do with the winery and not of the vigilante variety.

So you bide your time, until you hear his heavy boots come up the stairs.

"I'm home." He calls softly.

"Welcome back." You say just as softly.

He goes through the motions of undressing, refreshing himself, and redressing without missing a beat, but his posture seems wilted. You mark your page, and turn over the blanket for him.

"How did it go?"

He heaves a deep sigh, and crawls over to you. Pulling you close, he lays his head on your chest but doesn't say another word.

"Oh, sweetness." You embrace him, one hand holding his face and the other in his hair. "It's okay. I've got you."

4. You lengthen your steps, but the increased pace doesn't seem to deter the boy following you. He isn't dangerous per se, but his persistence is damned annoying.

"But, if you'll just listen," he jogs back up to your side, "I just need your help for a little while!"

"I am neither a Knight nor an Adventurer," you cut him off with a sharp wave of your hand, "And you have nothing I want. Now leave me be."

He sputters, "M-master Diluc said-"

As if he's had his tongue plucked out, he suddenly stops talking.

You turn around only to find Diluc himself, a stifling hand on the kid's shoulder. His face is a stoic mask as always, but his energy is thunderous.

"I agreed to help you out of deference to your mother, but you," You see the boy wince as the hand tightens, "failed to listen to a word I said. Harassing my staff and my partner has only earned you banishment from all of my properties. Now go, before I report you to the Knights as well."

You both stand stock still as the boy sprints from the winery back to Mondstadt proper.

"Your going to report him anyways, right?" You mumble, after he is just a speck on the horizon.

"Of course," He finally relaxes his stance to look at you, "Though I doubt Jean will be happy about it."

Your chuckle, already imagining her face when the letter reaches her desk. Heaving a sigh, just grateful for the problem to have moved on, you grab Diluc's hand.

"Thank you," You pull him into a tight hug, "for protecting me as always, angel."

5. You gently rap on the door frame to his office. He looks up from his work just long enough to give you a soft smile.

"I was wondering," You lean against the frame, avoiding actually entering lest you get sucked in as well, "If my dear husband was going to come to bed tonight?"

The bright lamp on his desk means you see his blush even from across the room. He huffs an embarrassed laugh, but starts shuffling paperwork into orderly piles.

"I hadn't realized the time, my apologies."

You hum, "It is understandable. But I cannot rest if you are not in bed with me."

You watch as he tucks away his tools, pulls his gloves off, and undoes the tie in his hair, all with a much to pleased smirk on his face.

He pulls you into a delicate, lingering kiss with a hand on your neck. The warmth of his skin makes you shiver. You lean into him, letting him wrap you in his arms.

He chuckles, "Well, I would hate to neglect my husbandly duties."

1. The lingering warmth from your bath and the softness of the sheets has you dozing in minutes. You toss a hand onto Diluc's side of the bed, wanting to be present when he comes to bed as well but the ache of a long day is catching up to you.

After several moments you feel a calloused hand grasp your own. You are too tired to properly see, but feel the dip as he climbs into bed.

Still holding your hand in a delicate grip, he presses a kiss to your palm, and then your cheek.

"Sleep, my love, I am here."

Zhongli

1. Zhongli re-enters the house not even ten minutes after leaving. He is patting down his jacket and looking about the entryway in wonder, and you can't help but chuckle.

"Forget something?"

"Yes," he plants his hands on his hips, "I can't seem to find my wallet. I could have sworn I remembered it this time."

You get up from where you were leisurely awaiting his return, and snag the 'disappearing' wallet from where he left it on the table.

"Not quite, old man." You wave it, teasing.

"Ah, of course."

Tucking it into the pocket of his jacket, you tug him closer to plant a kiss on his flushed cheek.

"My apologies, it seems I was a bit distracted this morning."

He tucks a piece of hair away from your face, gaze so blatantly loving you can't help but crash your lips against his. Damn whatever appointment he may have, he shouldn't be so handsome in your direction.

2. It is not every day you wake up before him, so you try to make the most of it. You prepare his clothes for the day, just so you can pick out your favorite of his shirts. You start a light breakfast, and brew an energizing blend of tea for both of your sake.

You spend some time simply waiting at the table, content to sip your tea and watch the morning birds.

When the soft shuffle of feet brings Zhongli into the kitchen, you stand up. He is mostly dressed, minus his tie and shoes, jacket loose around his shoulders.

You steer him to the table, and press a kiss to his cheek when seated.

He hums contentedly, still a bit sleepy, "Good morning."

You pour him a cup of tea as well, and his smile grows a bit wider. He tilts his head up, "Thank you."

You meet him half way, pressing a firm kiss to his mouth, "Of course dearest. Do you have anything pressing today?"

A hand comes to rest on your hip, preventing you from moving back to your seat.

"No, nothing more important than this."

3. Squished between the mattress and the press of his body, you couldn't imagine being more content. The warmth, the scent, the feel of his breath ghosting across your skin.

You run a reverent hand through his hair, spread loose over his back. It seems impossible for you to be this happy, like you would only read about in unrealistic fantasies.

Amber eyes are already watching you, when you open yours. His gaze is soft, unbearably so, so you look at the ceiling.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

He answers it so easily, as if it is among the many universal truths that exist in his head.

"You must understand," You wet your nervous mouth, "I mean it. Truly, I love you."

You feel his head tilt in confusion, but power on, emotions spilling.

"You are my starlight. My life would be unimaginably dark without you. I am scared constantly by the sway you have over me, but I cannot stand the idea of living without you. I want be here with you, forever, no matter the cost."

You squeeze your eyes shut against the flood of tears that threaten to spill, waiting for his polite retreat. His body lifts off yours and you pull a shuddering breath in, unused to laying yourself bare in this way. He could end you now, destroy you by just walking away.

But you feel tremoring hands grasp your face, almost too tightly. He doesn't say a word, can't, but presses his forehead to yours.

4. "Zhongli?" You call into the empty hum of the parlor, hoping it will carry to his office. It's not far, but he gets absorbed in his work easily.

You lean out the door a bit, and try to project your voice more, "Hey, honey?"

The door to his office clicks open, and his head pokes out. "Do you need assistance?"

"Yes, please," you adjust the pile of books in your arms, "Would you mind grabbing this other pile? A client requested reference material from just about every era, and I don't think I have the wing span to carry all of it."

He presses a quick kiss to your head, and scoops up the remaining books with no problem.

"Of course, would you like me to relieve you of those as well?"

"Not a chance, show off, you're gonna have to deal with the doors."

As if to prove your point, he balances the stack in one hand to hold the front door open for you, smile only slightly smug.

5. Given how busy your lives were, and his propensity for letting time fly, you figured he would forget again. It would not be the first anniversary he forgot, and you imagine it wouldn't be the last.

It's not like you could hold it against him, especially not when he was so earnest and loving all year round.

So your surprise was genuine when he led you, dressed in his best, to a private booth at Liuli Pavilion.

The food was made by the head chef, as a show of gratitude for Zhongli's long patronage (you send a quiet thank you to Childe), and the service superb. The evening is relatively quiet, you converse as normal but with the additional soppiness that comes from acknowledging romance.

You are especially glad for the privacy when you cannot help but practically ravish the man over the table, his face being too handsome to bear just looking at.

Shortly after, he looks at you with burning eyes, and finally says, "I am quite full. Perhaps we should head home."

"That sounds perfect."

You continue to stare, sappy and sated, as he blindly pats at his pockets, equally unwilling to look away.

After several moments, it dawns on you, and then immediately on him.

You can't help it. You laugh. Hysterically, because no matter what Zhongli is Zhongli.

He's standing now, flustered like you've never seen, pacing the room as if his wallet would be anywhere but the table at home.

"This was not my intent." He huffs, "I had planned the evening meticulously."

"And it was lovely," You choke back another laugh, "But, sugar, you are not living this down for the rest of our lives!"

You are laughing as you pull out your own wallet, giggling uncontrollably as you hand over all the money on your person, and can barely walk you're so light headed when he leads you out the door.

He doesn't once let you go, from the pavilion's steps to your front door. Indulgent to the end, your man.

1. It is always a pleasant surprise when your errands overlap. Working nearly in conjunction makes it happen quite often, but still, it makes your day brighter.

You have just finishing bartering your lunch into existence when you spot Zhongli headed your way. Quickly, you slip the chef a few more mora to add another dish.

He is at your side in an instant, bringing your hand to his lips in that coquettish way he has.

"There you are," he lowers your hand but does not drop it, "I've been looking for you, treasure."

You twine your fingers together, relishing the warmth. You snug up to his side, taking the liberty of placing his hand on your hip just to see him blush.

"Have you now?"

"Always."

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin diluc #genshin zhongli #(the chef after zhongli +1: excuse me this is a wendys)#an informal apology

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ghostkingdoesstuff · 10 months ago

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We're continuing the list of things I'd personally want in a shitty PJO movie reboot series! Feel free to add on your own shitty and less shitty head cannons.

Chris Rodriguez and Clarisse La Rue have an absurdity Tsundere relationship. The levels of mutual cartoon violence these two inflict on each other is comical

Polycule Chris, Charlie, Clarrise, Selina. The SCCC (won't let me be me so lemmi see. Try ta shut me down on MTV-)

The Dam jokes are played increasingly straight, and none of the characters acknowledge how weird it is that a group of 20 somethings are so ammuesed by saying the word 'dam'

The hunters of Artemis are just the lesbian equivalent of the sacred band of Thebes.

Percy does eventually get turned into a guinea pig at some point. He then remains that way for the rest of the movie and has to solve all his problems as a super powered guinea pig. He turns back to normal by the start of the next movie with the only explanation being "man, yeah, those Flintstone gummies hit hard"

Rachel Elizabeth Dare throws one of those Tiktok viral hairbrushes at Luke/Kronos

Also, Rachel Elizabeth Dare is Tiktok famous

Luke and Polyphimus are implemented to have become a cannon pairing post SoM. Grover Underwood is jealous.

Percy Jackson, in true water bender fashion, takes up the role of Party Healer with his sick water healing powers we see in TLT. He is not happy about it.

Playing on how the show has Percy giving Annabeth sword, in the movies Percy gives Grover his sword and we get to watch goat boy go ballistic.

That weird sexual chemistry we all felt between Clarrise and Percy in SoM is elaborated upon. We simply learn that Percy's type is actually brunettes, so Alexandra doesn't need to wear that shitty wig anymore.

Nico di Angelo, played by Timothee Chalamet walking on his knees the whole time, so he's comically shorter than everyone else. Made funnier by Bianca being played by an actually age appropriate actor.

And now, just some songs and funny places they'd show up

"Montero" Lil Nas X plays as Percy and Nico descend into Hades (Hades did indeed build a stripper poll entrance)

Percy and Annabeth taking Nectar shot while listening to "Chasing you" by Morgan Wallen (interpret this however it fits your fantasy)

As Luke’s dying and saying his last words, the song "My Way" by Frank Sinatra starts playing.

Random dream sequence where Luke and Percy start singing "Other Side" from The Greatest Showman. Unrealistic, I know, but funny as hell.

The end credits of tTC are "Back to December" Taylor Swift

Kesha's "Back Stabber" is playing as Luke enters a scene. Literally, any scene

That's all I got for today, folks. Hope you enjoyed the chaos. It's all jokes, don't take it too seriously, or do cuz that's funnier.

Is anyone else craving the shitty PJO movies? Honestly, I'm kinda becoming disillusioned with PJO as a whole and think it would be funny as shit if they rebooted the PJO movies but committed to the shittiness. Let Chris Columbia destroy the source material and let it be a bad teen movie where literally anything could happen. Gimmi Annabeth and Rachel making out drunk in the labyrinth, gimmi Grover Underwood being a Chad, gimmi Percy increasingly becoming so disillusioned with the gods till he personally goes to olympus to gimmi the most unbelievable power scaling 12 v 1 fight scene. Gimmi crack with a million dollar budget, and I'll buy it.

#percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo fandom #pjo tv adaptation #pjo disney+#annabeth chase #grover underwood #thalia grace #luke castellan #selina beauregard #clarisse la rue #chris rodriguez #charlie beckendorf #pjo movies

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cuddlesslut · 4 years ago

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Part Seven: Regrets

Atsumu x fem reader, Suna x rem reader, Hinata x fem reader

A/N: guess who’s fridge went out and won’t be able to get a new one till the 15th 🙋🏻‍♀️😩. Sorry this chapter is shorter than usual it’s kind of a filler But next chapter should be pretty long. I know a couple of people were wonder what happened with him so here we are with the return of a character. I might set up a poll for who should YN end up with so look out for that. I’m going to start writing my next story soon it’s going to be another angst!

Warning: Angst that’s about it. Maybe a lil lewd language.

Part Six: Promises

Part Eight: Hope

He laid in his empty bed staring up at his ceiling the only sound filtering through the room was the echo of the tv in the livingroom. He didn’t have the energy to go shut it off, plus he found comfort the noise it brought he found the silence unbearable. He sighed as he looked at the open space next to him. He never took much stock in how empty it felt without you next to him. The smell of your shampoo had long since vanished from the pillows. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine you were here next to him your head resting on his chest your hands interwoven talking about your plans for the day but while the memory played in his head clear as day his body had forgotten your warmth. It wasn’t too hard to picture , you had spent several morning just like that wrapped in each other’s embrace. He thinks to the mornings he’d walk out of his early showers to find you leaning against the kitchen counter drinking your morning coffee. He can still remember how you enjoyed your first cup of coffee to start your day. You liked your coffee sweet , but to were you could still taste the rich coffee flavor, always pairing it with an array of creamers. He remembers when you first started staying over at his place and he realized your affinity for flavored coffee he went out to the store and stocked up on as many flavors he could find in hopes you’d stay for more coffee before heading off to school. He loved that sight in the morning walking out and seeing you clad in just his shirt your hair a mess from last nights activities. But you weren’t here to have coffee in the morning, all of the creamers starting to expire, and he had no one to blame but himself.

Atsumu has spent the last seven month alone. There were a few nights he’d tried to pick up girls just to try and fill the gigantic hole left in his life by your absence but those all ended in disaster. One night he tried to have a careless hook up it didn’t get past the front door when he accidentally moaned your name when the random girl had cupped his manhood. She wasn’t very happy about that. He received a knee to the groin as she fleed the house. Another time he tried he was able to keep his mouth shut from making any mistakes after choosing a girl who was nothing like you but then he had another problem. He couldn’t get it up. You plagued his thoughts. You were the only woman his body wanted. It was quite embarrassing.

After Suna rocked his shit he finally started to snap out of his self pity. Why the hell was he crying? Because he was lonely? He can only imagine how lonely you felt every night he didn’t come home. He sighs running his hands down his face he really was a piece of shit he thinks. He didn’t treat you the way you deserved and he knows that. He knows he was selfish and inconsiderate. He knows he’s way to late but he regrets everything he did. Every single mistake eats away at him. None of it was worth it. Every flirt, every compliment that boosted his ego, the rush of excitement of being with someone else it was all worthless compared to being with you. He thinks back to everynight he stayed out late or he canceled dates, about the pain that hid behind your eyes. Now that his head wasn’t stuck up his ass he could finally see all of the misery he put you through. And he hated himself for it.

The setter wanted nothing more that to fix all of his mistakes, but he knew he was too late. Atsumu didn’t expect you to ever in a thousand years forgive him or even in a million years want him back, but he knows he can’t just do nothing. He’d spend the rest of his days trying to make amends. After Suna had pointed out how horrible he was for not looking for you he did everything to find you. He started by calling the University to see if you had been attending class but even with the title of fiancé , which he understood was false by not adding former to the title, they refused him any information to protect your privacy. He had long noticed the empty bank account but he wasn’t worried about that the money it was the least you deserved. Plus the fantasy of making you his wife and calling you YN Miya was nothing but a pipe dream now. So he’s sure the money would do you better. He tried to follow any money trail you left. He found the hotel that you must have run to that night. But even that was a bust leading to a dead end. He only knew one more course of action. He called your parents. They refused to answer his calls. Eventually he drove down to Hyogo by himself. The setter stood there on the front steps he’d stand on every morning when he’d walk you to school. It felt so familiar to knock on the cedar door, but everything felt so distant from his memories. Still he wasn’t quite sure what he expected, maybe for you to answer the door with a bright smile like you had all those years ago yet what he received was your mother standing there with a look of disgust present. He didn’t get a word in before she slammed the door in his face. He begged for her come back to please talk to him he just needed answers but he only received silence. He stayed there for close to an hour trying to get just a morsel of information. It was useless they refused to speak to him. That was his last idea he could come up with for finding you. Full of dread he made his way to his car ready to make the long drive home. The next day he received a phone call from his brother.

“Hey Samu what’s u-” the blonde started before his grey haired twin interrupted his greeting going straight to the point.

“She’s alive and fine,” Atsumus heart stuttered before he breathed a sigh of relief. He opened his mouth to ask his next question but Osamu cut him off yet again already knowing what his twin was going to ask.

“No we don’t know where she is. Kita-Senpai went to her parents and all they’d state was she was alive and out of harm, not that I’d tell you where she is if I knew,” Osamu’s tone was sharp. Atsumu knew he deserved that. His brother had made him well aware of his dissatisfaction in the blondes actions. He had to thank the his brother though, as upset he was with him he still looked out for him. Always checking up on him making sure he was eating and keeping up with his hygiene, throwing away all the liquor he could find because as disappointed he was with Atsumu he couldn’t let him tear himself apart.

“I know Samu, thank you for telling me.” He spoke softly before clicking the end call button.

He accepted that it was best he stayed out of your life. He wanted to make everything up to you and if staying out of your life was wanted then he’d respect your wishes. He spent the next months bettering himself. He cut all alcohol out of his life. Only going out when it was with his teammates although that was a rare occurrence they were also quite disappointed with how he had treated you, especially his wing spiker Sakusa. Omi-Omi had always had a soft spot for you. But still they didn’t let it affect their game play. He focused all of his energy on volleyball. He even started going to a few therapy sessions for his self distructive behaviors and impulses. He really wanted to do and be better if not for you then for himself. Although he still had trouble being home alone without you, never feeling quite whole. With out you this house would never truly be his home again. He was starting to get better and not drown in agony every morning he woke up alone although he knew he deserved it. One step that had made the process easier was boxing up the remainder of your belongings that you had left. For so long he had kept everything just as you left it hopeful for your return thinking maybe everything could go back to normal and life could be picked up where it was left off although this time he’d swear to never hurt you again. It was unrealistic to think that though. His therapist had told his several times it was a step he needed to take and while it took several months he was finally able to remove any trace from the house. That night he cried him self to sleep from the finality that came from not seeing a piece of you around as though you had never been there in the first place.

He regretted not cherishing you for the amazing woman you are. He’ll never forgive himself for losing the best thing to everything to happen to him. At Seven months since that night he was finally able to breath when he went home, not suffocating from regret every moment present in those walls. The Jackals were on a winning streak and even more exciting they had just got a new member. And after all these years he was able to hold up at least one promise he had made after breaking so many at least he could fulfill one promise by finally getting to set for Shoyo Hinata.

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