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smutoperator · 9 days ago

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Wild Ride

Baek Jiheon, Lee Chaeyoung x Male Reader

Tags: a very bright smile, anal, ass licking, blindfolds, CMNF, (lots of) facefucking, facial, floor sex, free use, girlfriend, master, motorbike, pussy eating, rimming, (very) rough sex, slapping, squirting, standing sex, threesome, voyeurism

Word count: 6067

Happy Jiheon Day!

Jiheon loves to smile. And since today is her birthday, she's got even better reasons to do so. She gets herself ready, tying her hair up and looking at her beautiful honey smile in the mirror.

Jiheon gets herself dressed as she waits for one of her groupmates to arrive. She promised her a wild ride for today, so the young maknae is quite anxious and craving to see what her groupmate is talking about.

Jiheon walks to the door of her house, where her friend is there to greet her. Chaeyoung appears with a beautiful look, taking her helmet off as she gets out of her motorcycle.

"Are you ready for a wild ride, Heonie?" Chaeyoung asks her young groupmate. "Sure," Jiheon asks, showing her cute smile one more time as she gets ready to ride alongside her friend. After a few minutes, Chaeyoung takes her to the house she set everything up.

Chaeyoung blindfolds Jiheon and starts teasing her as soon as they arrive at the house, giving her young friend some kisses. "What are you hiding from me?" Jiheon asks her. "You'll see it soon," Chaeyoung answers.

Chaeyoung walks Jiheon down the hall, turning her around and caressing her friend. "Happy birthday, baby girl," she says. Jiheon smiles again as Chaeyoung kisses her. "Wait, what is this, unnit?" she then asks as Chaeyoung gives a lick to her neck.

"Get on your knees," Chaeyoung commands Jiheon as she starts to strip herself. Jiheon can really hear the sounds as Chaeyoung takes her pants off and dives Jiheon's head towards her pussy. "What are you feeling, Heonie?" she asks her. "It's... Unnie's... pussy," she says.

"Good girl, I want you to lick it as your early birthday gift," Chaeyoung asks her. "S-sure," Jiheon obliges, putting her tongue between Chaeyoung's massive folds and enjoying it as her friend softly moans. "I wasn't expecting this type of fun," she says.

"We are just starting," Chaeyoung says as Jiheon savors her friend's wet folds. Jiheon quickly loses any shyness as she starts fingering Chaeyoung's pussy with ease. "Good girl, keep fucking that pussy," Chaeyoung commands. "Fuck yes," she then moans, enjoying Jiheon having fun with it.

"You're gonna make me cum; don't stop," Chaeyoung tells Jiheon as her moans get louder and louder. "Taste it," she commands as she sees Jiheon putting her fingers down her mouth to take her birthday rewards before going back to eat them out. "Oh shit, that's good. When did you learn how to eat pussy like that?" Chaeyoung asks. "Jiwon unnie taught me," Jiheon answers her.

Chaeyoung and Jiheon share some kisses as they hear some noise coming from the opposite room. You arrive and see them making out, already taking Jiheon from behind. "So this is the free-use slave you promised me, Chaeyoung?" you ask her. "Yes, she's all yours," Chaeyoung tells you.

Jiheon gives you her honey smile as you remove her blindfold. "Are you Chae's boyfriend?" she asks you. "Depends on the day," you answer her as you give Jiheon a few kisses. "My girlfriend's pussy surely tastes even better on you," you tell her.

You take your jacket off and take another look at Jiheon. "Look at me," you tell her. Jiheon pants as you give her pretty face a few spanks, her never ceasing to smile despite your beatings. Chaeyoung sits on the stairs, admiring the whole scene. "Hmmm," Jiheon moans.

"I'm going to give you a ride you're never going to forget. Now, turn around," you command Jiheon, pinning her against the door. "Look at that beautiful ass, ready to burst at any second from those jeans," you tell her, giving her a spanking before heading towards Chaeyoung.

"Take your clothes off and show us that ass," you command Jiheon, who does just as you ask. "Spread those cheeks for me," you tell her, Jiheon showing you the small gape in her ass. "You can do better than that," you tell her. "No, I can't; it's just this tiny," Jiheon answers you.

"Keep spreading it," you tell Jiheon, who tries to do it to the fullest. You grab Chaeyoung, choking your naked girlfriend before heading in Jiheon's direction and pinching her cute pair of tits. Jiheon moans but still smiles as you kiss her and drop her on her knees, Jiheon reaching towards your pants.

"You want that cock, don't you?" you ask Jiheon. "Yes," she answers with another smile. "Well, it's your birthday today, so I think you're ready to blow some candles," you answer her, just pulling the zipper of your pants and staying clothed as your thick meat pops out of it.

Jiheon slowly bobs her head on your cock, Chaeyoung watching as she tries not to get jealous of her young groupmate. "I don't want to take it slow today," you tell her, grabbing Jiheon's face and plowing it in front of your girlfriend. Jiheon takes it like a champ, you spanking her ass as she clings to your cock. You pop out and then swing it on her face before giving her another round of rough face-fucking.

"That's right, you can take it with ease," you tell Jiheon, grabbing her neck as she gives you a hungry smile, aiming for your balls, and then licking your shaft from top to bottom. You enjoy what is the cutest blowjob, her moving quite fast. "Don't stop, don't stop," you tell her.

"I'm suspecting someone must have taught you how to suck cock," you say to Jiheon. "Let me find out," you continue as you move upstairs towards Chaeyoung and start fucking your girlfriend's face really hard. Chaeyoung knows you like it rough, but even she is surprised by how fast you hammer your cock down her throat, giving her not an inch to breathe.

"Ahhhh," Chaeyoung moans as she gags on your cock, you hitting her face soon after. You move downstairs and repeat the rough facefucking with Jiheon, enjoying treating their throats like fleshlights. "That's good, open it," you tell Jiheon. "That's my good girl," you say to her as Jiheon gets back up and starts stroking your cock really hard.

"Do you want me to use you like a toy?" you ask Jiheon as you lick her neck. "Yes, please, ahhhhh," she says as she starts moaning. Jiheon once again smiles at you.

"Turn around," you tell Jiheon, quickly sticking your cock in her pussy. "Damn, it's so tight, let me stretch it out," you tell her. "Oh my God, yes, give it to me," she begs you as you quickly hammer your cock at full speed in her honey hole, Jiheon spreading her cheeks to take the intense heat you deliver to her from the get-go.

"Oh my God, fuck, AHHHH, you're gonna make me cum, YES, YES, SHIT," Jiheon screams. Chaeyoung is just watching as she can't help but feel a little jealous. "What do you say?" you ask Jiheon. "Thank you, master," she tells you, smiling one more time.

You lift Jiheon's right leg and push your cock back in her pussy. "Your body is incredible," you tell her. "Holy shit, fuck me hard, yes please," she begs you as she gets pinned against the door, you printing your big hands in her sexy ass. "You're gonna make my pussy fucking cum, HOLY SHIT," Jiheon screams, feeling a burning heat in her pussy she never did before.

"AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH, BABY, FUCK," Jiheon screams loudly, you pulling out and choking her. "You're enjoying this too much," you say to Jiheon as you bring Chaeyoung into the mix. "Get down and eat her out," you tell your girlfriend, who obliges and does to Jiheon what her younger friend had done to her earlier.

"Tell her you're a good girl while she eats you out," you command Jiheon. "I'm a good girl," Jiheon says, stroking your cock as Chaeyoung makes her moan down below. You hit her honey face countless times, enjoying making it red. "Wanna see how a proper submissive slut behaves?" you ask Jiheon as Chaeyoung now gets completely on her knees and starts worshipping your balls, her hot body sliding between your legs as she enjoys tasting her friend's pussy.

"Heonie tastes so delicious in your cock," Chaeyoung tells you as she takes it deeper in her mouth. Jiheon herself gets on her knees, both girls fighting to see who worships your cock the best. "Good girls," you tell them, Jiheon engulfing your cock and snatching it from Chaeyoung.

"You know where to fucking spit it," you say to Jiheon as she pulls your cock out of her mouth and spits on Chaeyoung's face. You reward her with another good facefuck, your shaft rubbing against Chaeyoung's face.

"Let me reward you for being such a good girl," you tell Jiheon as you make her turn around. "You know where I want it," you say to her. "You want it in my ass, my birthday cake, don't you?" she asks you, spreading her cheeks and smiling at you. "Perfect guess," you tell her, teasing her butthole before sticking it on it.

"Oh my God, oh shit, it's so fucking big in my ass, oh yeah, baby," Jiheon moans as you pump her ass hard, making her almost lose her balance. "OH SHIT, YES, YES, YES," she screams. "Come on, come on," you tell her, spanking her ass. You take your belt off, wrapping it around her neck as you get rougher and rougher with her. "OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT," she screams as she gets pounded hard. "You wanted to be a fucktoy; that's what you're going to be," you tell her.

Jiheon loses her breath as her quick anal session comes to an end, her fingers on her pussy as you let Chaeyoung taste the birthday girl's ass. "How does that butthole taste?" you ask your girlfriend, who bobs her head like crazy on your cock. "Like honey," she answers, moving faster as Jiheon comes in her direction and gives Chaeyoung some taps to her pussy.

"Oh damn, that's so fucking hot," Jiheon says as you shove your cock balls deep in Chaeyoung's mouth. "Look how hungry she is for your ass," you say to Jiheon as you pull your cock out of your girlfriend and start taking your clothes off while they kiss each other and share some spit, Jiheon rubbing it all over Chaeyoung's body.

"Now your next test will be getting my cock wet for my girlfriend to bounce on it," you tell Jiheon, who quickly dives under your balls, Chaeyoung lining up behind her to taste her friend's still sore ass. "You're obsessed with that ass, baby girl," you tell your girlfriend. "Don't stop, keep going," you tell Jiheon as you fuck her face while Chaeyoung spanks her ass.

"Damn, you're doing a good job; keep fucking sucking that cock," you tell Jiheon as she deepthroats your cock to the maximum. "She's such a fucking whore," Chaeyoung says as she enjoys her friend's face getting plowed. "Take that cock, show him the whore you are," Chaeyoung tells her.

You drop to the floor, letting Jiheon and Chaeyoung worship your cock together as they fight for every inch of it. Chaeyoung licks it up and down from your balls, while Jiheon sucks your tip and takes it down her mouth. The two girls share kisses as they move all over your shaft, Jiheon sitting on your face and grinding on it. "Lick that pussy," Chaeyoung says as she jerks your cock off, and then both lick it like ice cream in perfect sync.

"You're the luckiest man in the world right now, baby boy," Chaeyoung says as you enjoy Jiheon's wet folds while she deepthroats your cock. "Getting it very wet for my cunt to bounce on it," she says, adding some extra spit, before letting Jiheon have some fun with your cock as you two team up to eat her out, your girlfriend in her ass, you in her pussy.

"Seems like you've eaten that ass quite a few times before dating me," you tell Chaeyoung as she aggressively sticks her tongue up Jiheon's honey butthole and kisses you before spanking her ass. "Yes, I did," Chaeyoung says as she tells you to worship Jiheon's pussy.

Chaeyoung climbs on top of you, Jiheon sucking her perky tits. "I want to feel this fat dick inside my tight little pussy," she says, taking it slowly down it as she gets ready to bounce on your cock. "Let me tease that little fucking pussy," she says, before she starts riding. "Oh baby, oh yeah, I love that cock, fuck," she moans, meeting your thrusts with a spinning ride.

"Right there, baby, right in my tiny wet little pussy," Chaeyoung commands as she bounces faster up and down your cock. Jiheon comes in, spitting in her friend's pussy and rubbing Chaeyoung's clit as she rides. "Oh yeah, I'm so fucking wet," she says as Jiheon licks her tits and you reach to grope them.

"Let me taste that pussy," Jiheon commands as she pulls your shaft out of Chaeyoung's cunt for a bit. "That's good, make that cock nice and wet for me," Chaeyoung says as Jiheon takes it back, Chaeyoung spinning all over your cock. "I own that cock, baby; it's all mine. It feels so fucking good in my pussy," she says, Jiheon licking her pussy while you grope Chaeyoung's dick.

"I love it so much, I can't stop bouncing on that fucking cock," Chaeyoung says. Soon, you start thrusting upwards and clapping her cheeks, making her tits bounce. "That's it, baby, oh fuck," she moans, putting a stop by letting Jiheon taste it. "I want to cum all over that pretty big fucking dick," Chaeyoung says, going back to bounce as you reach to finger her clit and keep pumping her cunt.

"Ride that dick, yes, baby, use my cock," you tell Chaeyoung as she starts aggressively grinding on it, pressing her hands against your chest. "AHHHHH, FUCK," she screams loudly.

"Oh yeah, your fucking cock is so big, it stretches my tiny little pussy so god," she says as you pump up. "GIVE IT TO ME, I LOVE IT, FUCK, FUCK," she then screams, alternating between spinning on your cock and giving it very aggressive bounces. "So good, so, good," she says as she kisses you.

"FUCK BABY, FUCK, AHHHHHHH, THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT, YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO GOOD, OH MY GOD," Chaeyoung screams loud as your balls clap against her skin. "RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM, AHHHHH," she screams, her legs trembling while she rides you. "Yes, baby, use my cock whenever you want it," you tell her, spanking your girlfriend's ass and then pumping upward as you bring Chaeyoung to orgasm.

"I love that fucking dick; let me taste that pussy now," Chaeyoung says as she climbs off your cock to do some tasting alongside Jiheon. "It tastes so delicious," you tell her.

"Wanna bounce on it too, Heonie?" Chaeyoung asks her groupmate as she guides Jiheon towards your cock. "Yes, unnie," Jiheon says. "Let me watch you ride that big dick then," Chaeyoung says.

Jiheon bounces her pussy hard on your cock. "Enjoy every second of it, Heonie," Chaeyoung tells her as she kisses you romantically. "Look at that slut, you're really fucking her good," Chaeyoung tells her. "Your cock tastes delicious inside that beautiful fucking pussy, baby," Chaeyoung says, pushing Jiheon down your big shaft. "OH GOD," the young girl moans, trying to go fast.

Chaeyoung and Jiheon share some kisses as Jiheon bounces faster than ever. "AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH," she moans, Chaeyoung closely watching as she sucks her young friend's tits, before rubbing her clit and making things harder for Heonie. "That's good, please, rub it harder, FUCKKK," Jiheon says, losing her breath and clinging to Chaeyoung as she tries to keep bouncing on your cock. "Faster, faster," Chaeyoung says.

"I love watching you fuck her," Chaeyoung tells you as Jiheon shares kisses with you, her pussy queefing. "Keep going, Heonie, cum all over that big fucking cock, take it, it's all yours," Chaeyoung says, spanking her ass before Jiheon pulls out. "Let me taste that wet cock," she continues.

"Come here, Heonie, taste your fucking pussy," Chaeyoung says as both girls take on your shaft, Jiheon going all the way down your balls. Chaeyoung gets to the floor and puts herself on a spooning Jiheon. "Lick that asshole; we're going to start the real fun now," she commands the youngster, who obliges and starts spitting on Chaeyoung's ass before licking and putting some fingers down your girlfriend's butthole, spreading it out.

You soon join the fun, licking Chaeyoung's legs and making them tremble so hard she squirts all over your face. "OH MY GOD," she screams as she coats your face with your juices. "You make me so wet," she says again as you hand your cock to Jiheon, who guides your cock towards your girlfriend's asshole. "Oh my god, oh my God, baby, be gentle, I wanna be your Barbie doll," Chaeyoung says as you start fucking her in the ass, Jiheon's tongue all over her pussy as you give her slow thrusts.

"Let me taste your asshole," Jiheon says, stealing your cock from Chaeyoung to give it some spits. "I like that," Chaeyoung says, you pumping her ass hard. Jiheon enjoys taking your cock occasionally to enjoy the taste of her friend's ass. "Please, put it back," Chaeyoung begs as you drill her asshole, her licking Jiheon's pussy while she gets fucked.

"OHHHH, OHHHH, OHHHHH," Chaeyoung moans as Jiheon grinds her pussy on her face. She lifts her leg, letting you take her ass deeper and deeper, Jiheon kissing her and muffling her moans as Chaeyoung's tight asshole squeezes your cock. You tease her gape a bit before attacking her backdoor harder than ever, Chaeyoung clinging to lick Jiheon's tits now. "OH BABY, BABY, BABY, THAT FEELS SO GOOD, HIT ME RIGHT THERE," she begs.

"OH, YOU FUCK ME SO GOOD, YES, YES, YES, BABY," Chaeyoung screams as you pick up that pace. "I WANT YOU TO MAKE ME CUM AGAIN," she tells you as you put quite the heat in her asshole, fingering her cunt alongside it. "GIVE IT TO ME, PLEASE, RUB THAT FUCKING CLIT," she says, you grabbing her clit and rubbing it. "You're so good, baby," Chaeyoung compliments you.

"I wanna cum all over that cock. I wanna cum all over that fucking cock. Give it to me," Chaeyoung begs. "I'm so fucking wet, your cock feels so good, I wanna feel every inch, you stretch that little asshole perfectly," she tells you. "Please, baby, can I cum all over your cock?" she asks you before giving a huge squirt shower right in Jiheon's face. "OH MY GOD," she loudly screams, making her friend all wet.

You grab Jiheon to take her her turn next on the floor. You take it much rougher with her, picking up right where you left off with Chaeyoung. "AH SHIT, OH MY GOD," she screams as you just put the tip up her butt. "What are you?" you ask her. "I'M A SLUT," Jiheon asks. "And what do you want?" you keep asking. "YOUR BIG FUCKING COCK IN MY ASS," she answers.

"Oh my God, please, give me that big cock in my ass, yes, yes, yes, baby, holy shit," Jiheon screams as she gets hammered hard in her asshole, Chaeyoung sliding between her legs to lick your balls as you pump her friend hard. "OH MY GOD IT'S SO FUCKING LONG, I'M GONNA CUM ON THIS DICK," Jiheon screams as her cheeks get loudly clapped.

"OH SHIT," Jiheon screams as she gets pounded hard, you putting your right foot in her mouth to silence her screams. "Come on," you tell her, Chaeyoung enjoying as her friend's ass gets blasted at full speed. You grab your girlfriend's head, shoving it against your asshole for her to tongue it while you fuck Jiheon. "OH MY GOD, DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, OH SHIT, BABY," Jiheon screams as she takes a huge pounding.

"That's what I want to see," you tell Jiheon as you briefly pull out of her ass, Chaeyoung quickly jumping to fill the void and diving to suck your cock. "You want more of that cock?" you ask Jiheon. "Yes, master," she promptly answers, fingering her clit. "Then cum for me," you tell her, Jiheon rubbing herself hard until she squirts.

"OH MY GOD I'M CUMMING," Jiheon screams as she squirts in front of you. "Get off this dick," you command Chaeyoung as soon as this happens, ready to give Jiheon one more round of your fury. "Oh shit," she moans, almost collapsing to the floor. "Give me more, give me more," she begs as you kiss her.

"Looks like my girlfriend is jealous, though; she wants to get destroyed first," you tell Jiheon as Chaeyoung tries to sit back on your cock. However, you want the cute little smiley maknae more than your slutty girlfriend now, making sure to punish Chaeyoung for jumping the queue.

Chaeyoung tries to bounce on your cock like always. "Oh shit, baby," she says. But Jiheon quickly starts rubbing her clit as soon as Chaeyoung tries, giving you the perfect opportunity to attack her ass unchallenged. "YES, FUCK MY FUCKING ASS, OH MY GOD, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE," Chaeyoung screams as she simply gets ragdolled, your cock jackhammering her asshole like nothing.

"Cum for me," Jiheon says as she rubs her friend's clit, Chaeyoung just closing her eyes and taking a repeated pounding in her backdoor. "AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH," she loudly screams. She tries to bounce, but you simply don't let her, attacking your girlfriend's ass like crazy as Jiheon spanks her tits. "FUCK THAT ASS, DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ME," Chaeyoung loudly screams.

Jiheon slaps Chaeyoung's pussy and tits, sitting on top of her face as you push your girlfriend in your direction and give her a rough pearly gates pounding. "Oh my God," Jiheon says, baffled at the scene she's witnessing, your cock simply plowing Chaeyoung's ass at blazing speed while she rubs her friend's pussy, Jiheon wondering if you two are this wild having sex with each other every day.

"OH BABY, OH BABY," Chaeyoung moans as she gets drilled hard. "OH MY GOD, JUST TAKE CONTROL OF ME, I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, THAT FEELS SO GOOD, OH BABY, YES, AHHHHH," she screams, your cock clapping hard against her ass. "YES, YES, YES, GIVE IT TO ME, FUCK," she continues to scream, fingering her cunt as your balls slap hard on her clit. "I LOVE THE WAY YOU FUCK MY ASS," she screams.

"Make her cum," Jiheon tells you, spanking Chaeyoung's tits as your girlfriend is now your free-use slut. "AHHHH, AHHHH, OH MY GOD," Chaeyoung screams, her legs hard up in the air as you just can't stop drilling her asshole. "AH, FUCK, RIGHT THERE," she screams. "Cum for me, cum for me," Jiheon says, Chaeyoung exploding in a squirt. "Oh my God, oh my God, you fuck that ass so good, you stretch me out so well," she says.

Jiheon takes your cock immediately to taste Chaeyoung's ass on it. You can tell Chaeyoung enjoyed being used like a ragdoll as she gives you her signature move of rimming your asshole after an amazing fuck. Jiheon is smiling at her as she bobs her head on your cock. "Hey, Heonie, let me get something too. I love tasting my ass; it tastes so delicious. I love slobbering all over it," Chaeyoung says.

"Looks like you want more," you say to Jiheon, fucking her face from down low as she throats your cock. "Come here," you tell her, turning Jiheon around with your cock pointing right to her backdoor. "Put that cock in my ass," she begs Chaeyoung, the two reversing roles as your girlfriend now takes on the mission of impaling Jiheon full of your meat.

"Right there," Chaeyoung says, licking Jiheon's cheeks as soon as she inserts your cock in her butt. "OH MY GOD, HOLY SHIT," Jiheon screams as she gets pumped hard from the get-go. Chaeyoung watches from behind, licking your shaft and spanking Jiheon's butt as she gets pounded.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT FEELS AMAZING, HOLY SHIT," Jiheon screams as she gets spanked and pounded. "OH MY GOD, YES, SPANK ME, she begs Chaeyoung, who hits her ass hard. "Look how much you love that big fucking cock in your ass," Chaeyoung says. "YES, OH MY GOD, I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM," Jiheon screams. "Hmmm, are you gonna cum all over my boyfriend's big cock? Looks like you're no longer an innocent girl," Chaeyoung says.

"Come on, cum on my cock," you tell Jiheon, Chaeyoung diving lower and sucking your balls. "OH FUCK, OH YES, I'M CUMMING, OH MY GOD, HOLY SHIT," Jiheon says as she squirts all over your crotch. Chaeyoung savors your cock for a second, then quickly shoves it back in her friend's asshole. "HOLY SHIT, DON'T STOP," Jiheon begs.

"Pound that fucking ass like there is no tomorrow," Chaeyoung commands to you as you pump Jiheon hard, her body tilting a bit at each thrust. "That's so fucking hot, your girlfriend says, watching her friend turn into your anal cocksleeve in front of her. "OH FUCK YES, YOU'RE SO GOOD IN MY ASS," Jiheon screams. "Lick my girlfriend's ass," you command to her, Chaeyoung grinding her butt on Jiheon's face while you pound her friend.

"Lick my fucking ass," Chaeyoung says, pushing Jiheon's head against her butthole. You spank Jiheon's butt, who answers by spanking Chaeyoung's. "That's what I want to see, tongue my girlfriend's asshole," you command Jiheon, never ceasing to pump her ass hard at any second. "OH SHIT, OH FUCK," Jiheon screams as she cums all over your cock.

You wrap your arms around Jiheon, kissing her and giving her a little break. "Holy shit," I've never been fucked like this before," she says, out of breath as she sits on your lap, a very jealous Chaeyoung just watching you two have a little intimate moment.

"Keep going, baby, don't stop riding me," you tell Jiheon as she goes back to bounce her ass on your cock. "Fuck, it's so big in my ass," she tells you. "I know, but you can do it," you say to her, letting her bounce. "Oh, it's so deep," she says, you two kissing a little more.

"Come here," you tell Jiheon, putting her back on the floor as you and Chaeyoung kiss her. You go down to worship her pussy while Chaeyoung kisses her neck. "Oh shit, fuck, baby," Jiheon moans as she gets surrounded by both of you, Chaeyoung rubbing her tits as you get ready to make Heonie cum again.

"I wanna squirt all over his face," Jiheon tells Chaeyoung as you put a lot of heat in her pussy, her legs starting to tremble. "Isn't it good, Heonie?" you ask her. "It's about to get even better," you say, putting your cock back in Jiheon's ass for another round of rough spooning fuck.

"You're so fucking sexy fucking my ass," Jiheon says as you start slow this time, grabbing her butt and shocking her neck. "I want to be your cocksleeve," Jiheon says, Chaeyoung adding an extra spice as she lines up behind you to tongue your asshole between your thrusts in Jiheon's.

"Yes, baby, tongue that ass," you tell Chaeyoung. "Fuck, baby, yes, just like that, you're gonna make me cum again, AHHHHH," Jiheon screams as Chaeyoung's tongue in your ass gives you the motivation you need to attack her butt. As Jiheon cums, Chaeyoung deepthroats your cock before eating Jiheon's ass. "Oh my god, that shit feels so good," Jiheon says.

Chaeyoung gets back on top of you, and you get back on top of pumping her. "HARDER, HARDER, HARDER," she screams, Jiheon enjoying spanking your girlfriend's ass and turning it red as you make your girlfriend a cocksleeve one more time. "FUCK," Chaeyoung screams, you grabbing her body and thrusting even harder.

"YES, BABY, I'M YOUR DIRTY FUCKING SLUT," Chaeyoung screams as she gets pounded hard again. "AH, FUCK, BABY," Chaeyoung screams. "OH MY GOD, BABY, I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, JUST KEEP FUCKING THAT ASS. YOUR COCK IS SO BIG IN IT, AHHHH," she keeps moaning.

Chaeyoung spins on your cock as you slow down a bit before pumping her hard one more time. "You like that slutty ass so much, don't you?" she asks. "I CAN TAKE IT ALL, BABY, FUCK," she screams, her legs trembling as she squirts. "Damn, that looks so good on your ass," Jiheon says, rubbing her hands all over Chaeyoung as you pull out a little to kiss your girlfriend and spit on her face a bit.

"Put it back in her ass, there you go," Jiheon incentivizes you as you turn back into an animal as soon as your cock meets Chaeyoung's anal cavity again. "YES, YES, YES, YES, MAKE ME CUM," Chaeyoung screams, Jiheon staring at her with a sexy smile. "KEEP GOING, KEEP GOING, BABY," Chaeyoung says. "That's so fucking hot," Jiheon says, both sharing kisses as your thrusts finally come to a halt.

"My girlfriend's slutty ass needs some licking," you tell Jiheon, who promptly obliges and puts her tongue all over Chaeyoung's anus, the squirrel shoving Heonie's face against it, before climbing out of your cock and pushing Jiheon to bob her head on your dick.

"Oh yes, yes, yes," Chaeyoung suddenly moans as you put your hands in her cunt to make her squirt and make the floor even more slippery. Chaeyoung makes sure to push her gushing pussy close to Jiheon's face, gifting the birthday girl with a geyser of juices coming out of her horny cunt. "OH YEAH, RIGHT THERE," Chaeyoung screams just as she cums all over Jiheon's face.

Jiheon drinks Chaeyoung's squirt as you move in her direction for her to have her turn. "I want you to show me that honey in your pussy," you tell her, reaching between Jiheon's legs and massaging her insides. "OH MY GOD," she screams as she cums, losing her breath in the process.

"Cum all over my slutty girlfriend's face; she needs to be punished," you tell Jiheon, pinning her against the stairs handrail and rubbing her cunt for a second time, Chaeyoung now right below her friend's body, ready to receive another gush of squirt in her face. "FUCK, AHHHH, SHITTT, YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM SO FUCKING HARD," Jiheon screams as her juices cover Chaeyoung's face.

Jiheon can barely breathe after such an intense fuck session, so you give her a little break, turning your attention to your girlfriend as you get Chaeyoung on all fours. "Let me lick that ass," you tell her, lining up from behind and eating her out. "Oh baby, that's so good," she tells you.

"Stretch my ass one more time," Chaeyoung says. "Oh, fuck," she moans, her hole very sore after so much fucking. "Stretch it, stretch it, baby," Chaeyoung says, you grabbing her ass and letting her boobs bounce. "You like it?" you ask her. "I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, FUCK BABY," she answers.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Chaeyoung says as she moves her hips up and down. Jiheon takes a seat to watch, providing the saliva for you to fuck her. Jiheon puts her face on top of Chaeyoung's ass, you feeding her in between thrusts on your girlfriend. "Oh, fuck, baby, I love it," Chaeyoung says, moaning softly.

You fuck Chaeyoung's pussy a couple of times too, Jiheon licking her asshole and bobbing her head from time to time on your cock. "Her pussy is good, but she's really a buttslut," Jiheon whispers in your ear, you pushing your cock back in Chaeyoung's ass and letting her move her hips back and forth on your cock while Heonie watches. "Feed her," she tells you as you push your cock back in Jiheon's mouth.

"Fuck me like a little whore, baby, fuck me like a little slutty whore, that's it, baby," Chaeyoung begs. "YES, BABY, YES, LIKE THAT," she says as you increase the pace, her struggling after so much pounding. "Touch your pussy for me, I wanna see," you tell her. "TAKE IT, TAKE IT, BABY, FUCK MY ASS," she begs you.

Chaeyoung moves her hips a bit, but you quickly take control and spank her butt. "OH FUCK," she moans. "Such a pretty as you've got there, especially with my cock in there." OH BABY, OH BABY, OH BABY, FUCK ME BABY, GIVE IT TO ME, I LOVE, AHHHHHH," she screams as you hammer her ass harder than ever.

"I love being a dirty little slut for you," Chaeyoung says. "YES, THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT, MAKE ME FUCKING CUM ALL OVER THAT COCK," she begs. "OH MY GOD, YES, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME, OH SHIT," Chaeyoung keeps screaming. You rub her clit a little bit. "You made me cum so much today," she tells you as you worship her pussy and make her squirt all over her face. "You're such a wonderful boyfriend, baby," she continues.

"Come here, Heonie, do you still have something to give me?" you ask Jiheon, pinning her against the door wall where it all began, her stroking your cock, her rubbing your clit while you choke her. "I wanna cum for you, just for you, baby," Jiheon says as she fingers her pussy hard and squirts again.

"Get on all fours on the stairs," you tell Jiheon, slapping her face as she follows your instructions. Soon, you mount on top of her and start drilling Jiheon like a raging bull, a wasted Chaeyoung watching. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH SHIT, OH FUCK BABY, HOLY SHIT," Jiheon can only scream.

"FUCK THIS COCK IS DESTROYING MY FUCKING ASS, YOU'RE GOING SO FUCKING FAST," Jiheon screams as you hammer her harder than ever before, her closing her eyes and just taking the extreme heat you give to her ass. "Open that ass for me," you command her, enjoying the massive gape your cock left on it.

Jiheon got fucked so hard she can barely walk, you pushing her back against the door for one more round of standing fucking where she can barely feel her legs, them getting more numb as Chaeyoung hits to finger her cunt. You fuck the cute Heonie like a fleshlight, her never ceasing to smile even as your cock goes absolutely berserk in her asshole.

"YES, YES, YES, RUB MY PUSSY," Jiheon begs Chaeyoung. "Get down," you tell her, Jiheon bending her head as Chaeyoung pops her face on top of her friend's ass, enjoying the extremely close view of the rough action. "OH SHIT," Jiheon screams, Chaeyoung sticking her tongue out as she watches her friend get destroyed.

"I want you to cum all over me so I can share it with your girlfriend," Jiheon tells you. "Then get down," you tell her, choking her and fucking her face hard, making it slam against the door as you push your balls deep in her throat. You do the same to Chaeyoung, Jiheon licking your balls as you try to fit them in your girlfriend's mouth.

You jerk your cock off in Jiheon's face, her giving you her typical honey smile as she waits for your cum. Chaeyoung rubs her clit as she waits for you to load in her best friend. Jiheon starts rubbing her clit in anticipation. "Happy birthday, Heonie. Now taste my honey," you tell her, Chaeyoung rubbing your balls being the final straw for you to ejaculate all over Heonie's face.

You blast so hard on Jiheon that your cum spills into the door, giving her nine massive loads in her face that make her give you the brightest smile of the day. Chaeyoung comes in and licks the cum from her friend's face, the two sharing kisses.

"That was fun," Jiheon said. "For sure, we should do this more often," Chaeyoung says. "So, master, what did you like the most about me: my smile, my pussy, or my ass?" Jiheon asks you.

"I can't decide."

#jiheon smut #chaeyoung smut #fromis_9 smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #kpop smut #male reader smut

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yanderedrabbles · 1 month ago

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Helloooo! I just loved the old west gang. Traumatized? Yes. Curious? Yes. But specifically the Lakota wrangler caught my attention, and oooh this part:

"""Don't be. You're my reward, my reparation." He brushed his knuckles across your cheek again.

"I've waited my whole life for you."

You wanted to ask why. What made you so special? Why did he want to keep you? ""

VAL, TELL ME WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? WHAT'S HIS STORY? WHAT'S HIS DEBT?

OH MY GOD HIS PART IS SO 💕💕💕💕

TELL US THEIR BACKGROUND PLEASE 🥹🥹🥹

Yandere Outlaws - The Wrangler's Past + the gang hearing about you for the first time

I think the wrangler probably has one of the most interesting backgrounds. We all know that the Wild West era was no fun at all for Native American tribes. Manifest Destiny and all the terrible things done in it's name saw Native tribes being confined to smaller and smaller reservations, with stricter and stricter rules. Bison were disappearing, the railroads were cutting across hunting lands, and permanent settlers were coming west in droves.

I think in the face of all that, the wrangler felt like he had to adapt or die. Set out on his own and try and make it in the white man's world.

I reckon he falls in with the boss after a nasty bar fight. Him against some cowboys who feel like a Lakota on "their" turf is blasphemy.

Things don't look good at all. He's a strong fighter but numbers almost always trumps skill. He's going to end up dead in the mud and no one will give a damn.

Well, until the boss arrives. Maybe the boss is an old quick draw and when the smoke settles the cowboys are down for good. Or maybe the boss just has that look to him, that keen eyed glare that makes dumb cowhands think better of their bravado.

Either way, he hauls the wrangler out of the mud and offers him a job.

"Need a man for my horses. I'll pay you good to stick with us for coupla weeks."

The wrangler agrees. Because hell, what else is there to do? And if the older man looks hard edged and hard eyed, how much does that really matter? This is the West. You either get tough or get buried.

I think one way or another, the boss earns his loyalty. He gives him a sense of belonging he hasn't felt since he set out on his own. Gives him a purpose. And well, robbing banks and derailing trains and sticking it to old Uncle Sam is about the best he can do to make up for what his tribe has been through. Just one more outlaw pricking Washington in the thumb.

And as for you, sweet thing that you are, oh, you're what he's waited for all his life.

A girl to call his own. Soft and kind, to keep the cold away. Looking in your eyes makes it so easy to forget all the shit he's been through, all the shit he's done. He's been through his share of trouble and then some. He deserves a place to rest his head, a person to call home.

So what if you aren't willing? The world has gone out of its way to take what should have been his by right. The bison, the land, the open sky and flowing water. All of it divvied up and fenced off. He's not letting anyone get in the way of the one good thing he can finally call his own.

I think the thing that initially attracts him to you is the story of you and the second in command. The second is Chinese and he hasn't had it easy either. He could either work the railroads or die in a ditch. Not the best options, but just about the only ones open to an immigrant's son.

If you were anyone else, you'd have screamed your head off when you found him bleeding in your barn.

You didn't. Instead, you put him back together and kept him safe from your pa.

When he first heard the story, it was a cold night out on the planes. They'd just pulled off a job and were sleeping rough, trying to throw the law dogs off their trail.

The second kept looking out to the west. Maybe he was keeping an eye out for pursuit, but they'd pulled their job off back east. Marshals would be coming from that direction, if at all.

Finally, he gave in to his curiosity and asked the man what the hell he was looking for.

"My girl," he said simply. "My girl stays out that way."

The outlaws grew quiet around the fire.

"I didn't know you had one," the boss said, elbows on his knees as he sharpened his boot knife. "Is that where you go off to when we're in town?"

"Mm-hmm. I like to check in on her."

The gunslingers leaned forward then, as in sync as coyotes.

"She must be one hell of a girl, if she can put up with your ugly mug."

"Is she pretty? Got those nice eyes that look up at you all sweet?"

He ignored them and went back to looking west, like he could somehow see over all those miles.

"Do you love her?" the wrangler asked suddenly. He didn't know why he asked that, just that it seemed important.

"More than I thought possible. Every time I see her it's like my heart is breaking. If I can't have her, I think I'll go mad."

The boss looked up for a second, blue eyes catching the firelight. "You gonna marry her then?"

The second laughed, uncharacteristically nervous. "She doesn't even know I exist."

The boss stopped sharpening his knife. "How do you know you love her, if you ain't never talked to her?"

"She saved my life. That's how I know."

The wrangler looked up at the sky and wondered who would go out of their way to save an outlaw.

The boss stuck his knife in his boot. "Tell us the story."

Maybe if anyone else asked, the second would have refused. You were his girl. He didn't want to share even the memory of you with other men.

But you don't say no to the boss.

When he was done telling it, the outlaws were quiet. Lost in their own thoughts. All of them thinking how sweet it would be to have a girl like that. Feeling for a second what he felt every time he thought of you.

It was the wrangler who broke the silence, only half aware he was speaking. "I'd do anything to have a girl like that. Someone so kind..."

The dark skinned outlaw leaned forward, eyes narrowed. "She sounds too good for either of you."

"And you're any better?"

He didn't get to answer. The green eyed gunslinger cut in, his voice low and mean.

"She sounds real innocent. Kind of girl who'll cry when you fuck her for the first time."

The second in command stood with a snarl, already reaching for his rifle.

"Don't."

The boss, quiet but no less dangerous for being so.

"We're all men here. We're all gonna think somethin' like that when you tell us 'bout a girl so...untouched."

The second sat back down stiffly, his jaw clenched tight.

The boss continued, "Ain't like we're gonna steal your girl from you. Let it go."

The wrangler didn't let it go though. Not even when they were back in their hideout, a whole lot richer than they were a week ago.

He stopped the second in command when he was saddling up his mustang.

"Take me with you. I want to see this girl of yours."

If it was anyone else, he'd have said no on the spot. But the wrangler had a quiet gentleness about him that made the second agree.

They watched you from a hill overlooking your father's ranch. Just two shadows against the setting sun.

One of your horses had taken sick and you were walking it around the corral. Stopping every little while to stroke its neck or rub its nose, whispering encouragement. You were patient, gentle. The hem of your skirt tucked into your belt and showing off a sliver of thigh as you moved.

The wrangler sighed and stroked his horse's neck.

"I understand now."

"Understand what?"

"Why you keep looking for her, even if you're a hundred miles away."

As they rode home, he found himself doing the same thing. Looking over his shoulder like he could somehow see you one last time.

And the first time he saw you up close? Backed up against the kitchen table, corned like a vixen at the hunt? That's when he realised exactly what you were.

You were his reward.

The one good thing he'd struggled all his life to find. You were going to be his peace. His home.

And the first time he had you? On your knees, kissing his cock, your eyelashes still wet with tears? That's when he decided he'd keep you, no matter how cruel it was. No matter that doing it would strip him of any claim to goodness. A good man wouldn't get hard seeing you cry. A good man wouldn't fuck you when all you wanted was to go home.

But then again, how could he stay a good man in a world that hated him? That wanted him dead and gone?

When he kissed you, he signed away his last bit of honour. It doesn't matter that he holds you so gently, that he touches you like a lover.

He'll never let you go. And ain't that just a bitch?

#yandere #yandere imagines #Yandere outlaws #x reader #yandere oc #yandere x reader

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rustyironskillet · 1 year ago

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Day 12: Time Travel

“Sooooo Phantom, do ya have any siblings?” Kid Flash asked as he tried to make small talk with the newest recruit to the team.

A few days ago, Young Justice was called to a meeting by Batman where he introduced their new team mate, Phantom. Phantom was a tough looking dude, he was jacked and towered over them all, even Conner!

Batman didn’t give them much information about the guy but apparently John Constentine was the one who suggested him for the team since he needed “community service hours”.

The dude was currently drinking some soda next to the computer as Red Robin searched for any new info on their latest mission. He turned his attention away from the can, and stared at Wally, his red eyes piercing into his soul.

“Why?”

“Well we are all about to go on a mission together and none of us really know you so I think it’d be best if we all got to know you better,” that was half true. Mostly Wally was just being nosey, but the dude really did make everyone nervous since he was this really tough dude with blood red eyes and apparently was here because John Constentine said he needed community service hours???? Constentine typically say some wild shit, but what the fuck do you mean by community service? Wally knows you can’t use those for school, he’s tried, and what else gave you community service? Juvie and prison!!

Phantom stared at him hard for a few seconds, his eyes searing into the back of Wally’s skull before saying, “Okay fine”.

The answer surprised everyone in the room, I mean the guy had barely even spoken the last few days and had rejected every question about his personal life.

“Depending on how you see it, I have 2 to 4 siblings”

“Is your father a serial adopter too?” Tim joked.

“Yes and no”

“Huh?”

“It’s pretty complicated,” Phantom shrugged, seemingly deciding to end the conversation there and taking another swig of his drink.

However, Tim, out of annoyances of every attempt to get to know this jerk being thwarted and a bit of confidence his family was more complicated, decided to challenge Phantom’s statement.

“Ehh, it probably isn’t as complicated as my family, we got about 50 more siblings adopted each month, all with lots much trauma”

At this, Phantom narrowed his eyes at Tim.

“I see what your doing, your trying to get me to talk tell you guy more about my family by acting like yours are more insane”

“Am I?” Tim asked, trying to hide the shivers going down his spine from the way Phantom was staring at him.

Phantom to a huge swig of his soda, emptying it and throwing it into the garbage, before fully turning to Tim.

“You’re lucky I am always good for competitions, now sit down this is going to take a bit”

Tim gladly obliged and soon everyone sat around Phantom as if it were storytime in kindergarten.

“Okay, so at first I only had an older sister and my parents” Phantom began, “but then they died because of a mistake I made and I had to move in with my evil godfather”

Megan raised her hand and asked, “Isn’t a godfather someone who is very close to the family? Why would your parents choose an evil person?”

“‘Cause my dad was oblivious to this and though they were good friends even though the dudes tried to kill him multiple times”

“I see,” Megan lowered her hand, no less confused.

“There I went mad with grief and had him remove my humanity and tried to kill all of humanity”

“I think that was a bit of an overreaction,” Wally joked.

“You tried to kill all of humanity? Why weren’t we told of this when it happened?” Kaldur'ahm asked.

“That was in a different timeline, I was a big enough problem that they gods tried to kill the younger version of me to stop me, so to avoid dying, my younger version decide to try to defeat me and the only reason he did was cause I was underestimating him,” Phantom emphasized the last part because he had to stress he didn’t not lose to a 15 year old boy because he was weaker than him.

“What happened next?,” Artemis asked, completely inraptured in the story.

“I was then imprisoned for sometime before escaping, causing problems and then realizing that causing younger mean the same pain I experienced won't bring my loved ones back,” Phantom continued to explain, “so I am now going to therapy, doing community service, and got the majority of my powers taken away”.

“Is your therapist open to seeing new patients?” Konner asked.

“No, but this timelines version of my sister is and she has a lot of experience so I can give you her number instead”

“Sure, that’ll work”

“Okay,” Phantom said before writing her number down and handing it to Konner, “The thing is I can’t go back to living with my real parents because they don’t know that I am Phantom so I have to go back to living this timelines version of my godfather”

“You gotta be kidding me” Tim groans.

“Exactly what I said!!” Phantom put his arm up defensively, “Fortunately, this version is a little better, he is no longer tiring to kill my dad and has stopped chasing after my mom, he did clone the other of me and now there is a genderbent version of him but my godfather treats her like a princess and will not stop spoiling her, which I am also guilty of”

Phantoms continues to explain more and in the back of Tim's mind he remembers he was supposed to be doing something but honestly this conversation was too good to care.

“Anyways that's how I technically have 2 to 4 siblings, Jazz and Elle are permanently my sisters and I love them so much, and even though the other Jazz is technically the same as this Jazz, I still think of her as someone else, someone I miss dearly. Also if I considered this Jazz my sister, I guess I’d have to considered the other me as my brother”

“Damn bitch your family is crazy” Wally said, happy he finally managed to get through Phantom’s tough skin.

As they finished up their storytime, the Zeta-tubes activated and Red Tornado and an upset looking Batman walked to the group.

“You all were supposed to leave thirty minutes ago”

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liviawildrose · 5 months ago

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𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

read this to transform your life

hey guys! today, we’re diving into something that can literally transform the next 20 years of your life. why? because pluto has officially entered aquarius, and let me tell you, this is huge. if you’ve got aquarius anywhere in your birth chart like i do, you’re probably already feeling that intense energy—the urge to level up, get things done, and completely reinvent yourself. i mean, look at me: this is my second vlog today and i’ve been non-stop posting since yesterday. it’s like this cosmic shift has supercharged me, and i know it can do the same for you.

but don’t worry, even if you’re not an aquarius, this energy is hitting everyone in some way. so whether you’re ready for it or not, pluto in aquarius is here, and it’s bringing transformation on a massive scale. now, this blog is part of my series called the “game of life”, but since this pluto shift is so major, i’ve decided to make this a crossover between the two themes. we’re going to talk about how to actually use this energy to change your life, level up, and play the long game to completely transform the next 20 years and beyond. so, if you’re ready to tap into this cosmic power and take control of your future, follow along because this blog might just change your life.

just before we dive in, i want you guys to check out a blog i posted a couple of weeks ago—it’s all about the first steps to getting your shit together. it’s a great starting point for understanding how to lay the groundwork for your transformation journey. if you haven’t seen it yet, head over to blog “first steps” and give it a read. trust me, it’ll help you get a solid foundation before you dive into the next level of this process.

avatar

okay, now that you’ve got your basics down from the previous blog, let me introduce you to the game of life. this is where things get fun. first, we’re going to focus on creating your avatar. now, if you’ve read that earlier blog, you’ll remember i talked about building an alter ego. for example, mine is called livia wildrose. she’s my vision of absolute perfection the version of me i aspire to be. this is your chance to go wild. grab a journal and start designing your alter ego and how her life is. i don’t care how crazy, bold, or unrealistic it might seem this is your imagery of perfection. who is she? how does she look? how does she act? what does her life look like? write it all down. get creative draw her, make a mood board, whatever feels right. this is your blueprint. now, here’s the twist: in the game of life, you are the avatar. your current self, with all your flaws and strengths, is the player in this game. your mission? to become your alter ego. think of it like this: your avatar (you) might not have everything your alter ego has right now. maybe she’s more confident, more successful, smarter, richer, or better-looking. but that’s okay because she represents your end goal. every step you take toward embodying her, every choice that aligns you closer to her energy, earns you points in the game of life. the idea is to bridge the gap between who you are now (your avatar) and who you want to be (your alter ego). every time you make progress whether it’s a mindset shift, a small win, or a big milestone you’re leveling up. this is how you win the game.

for example, let’s say your alter ego is this ultra-rich, world-famous singer, idol, and total icon. she’s confident, magnetic, and lives her dream life effortlessly. that’s your end goal that’s your alter ego. now, your job is to build her. create her personality, her habits, her lifestyle, her goals, and most importantly, her mindset. think about it what kind of mindset does she have? does she radiate confidence? does she have unshakable discipline? does she take no for an answer, or does she turn every rejection into motivation? for me, my alter ego, livia wildrose, has a queen-like, goddess-like mindset. that means every single brick life throws at me, i’m gonna build a castle out of it. scratch that i’m gonna build a shrine. nothing breaks me; i only get stronger, wiser, and better. that’s how livia wildrose operates, and that’s what drives me every single day.

imagine you’re playing a game where you have to build a village from scratch. when you start, you don’t just dive in blindly—you go around and observe how other players have built their villages. you notice their strengths, but also their flaws. maybe someone’s village is too cluttered, or their defenses are weak, or their farms are in the wrong spots. you take mental notes: ‘okay, that’s not my vibe. i’m not gonna do that.’ this also brings me to the point that learn from other peoples mistake too. my friend right now is going through a very tough break up. and the guy is being a total asshole. and the more she talk about the relationship to me how it was, and we try to get the cues like “oh we could’ve realised back then when he said this particular thing” that he is not the one. (the fact he was a total sexist asshole) i realised that when i get into a relationship, and if i see my future boyfriend having these traits, i will leave. why? because I learnt from her mistakes of letting things slide, and not noticing the minor red flags that later became worse.

(back to the topic) then, you create an image of your ideal village in your head. you don’t copy anyone, but you take inspiration. you think, ‘this is my aesthetic, this is how i want my village to function.’ you make a mental note of all the details where the farms will go, where the population will live, how everything will flow. and then you start building, step by step, upgrading, improving, and making decisions based on the vision you created. now apply that same concept to your life. create an ideal version of yourself (alter ego) in your head. imagine your ideal life, your ideal personality, your dream self. think about who she is, how she thinks, how she acts, what her daily habits are. don’t just copy someone else’s life take inspiration. maybe you admire someone’s confidence but not their style, or their work ethic but not their priorities. fine. make mental notes and adjust it to fit your vibe. every time you make a decision or work to improve yourself (your current avatar), use that ideal version of yourself as a guide. ask yourself, ‘what would she do? how would she handle this? what choice aligns me closer to her?’ take inspiration from her and let her energy fuel every upgrade you make. step by step, you’ll start building a life that’s completely aligned with the vision you’ve dreamed of. for example in pubg. the end goal is to become a conqueror so what you do every single time when you play that game is make sure that you’re good with your teammates, you get the most kills, you win every single match, because that is what will bring you to your end goal.

the bars of life

1. health bar

health is the foundation, the core, the absolute main bar. without health, nothing else matters. it’s like playing a survival game if your health is low, you’re dead in the water, right? you can’t progress, you can’t fight, you can’t level up. every single step in your journey starts with taking care of your body and mind. health is everything. make sure you’re eating right, sleeping enough, working out, and keeping your mind in a positive, stable place. the healthier you are, the more you’ll be able to conquer in all aspects of life. keep this bar maxed out, or you won’t even have the energy to fight for your dreams.

2. physical bar

now, let’s talk about the physical bar. this is all about how your body looks and feels. how’s your physique? toned? fit? are you putting in the work to make sure your body is in shape, or are you letting it slide? it’s not just about the gym though—it’s about how you present yourself. do your clothes flatter your body type? are you dressing in a way that highlights your best features? are your nails done, your hair styled, your makeup light but on point? when you walk into a room, does your physical presence demand attention and admiration? this is about taking pride in your appearance and making sure your physicality aligns with the highest version of yourself. everything from your posture to the way you dress, this is how people will notice you. own it.

3. mental bar

the mental bar is all about your mindset, emotional health, and mental well-being. how do you show up in the world every day? what is your internal dialogue like? are you a powerhouse of positivity and productivity, or are you letting negative thoughts control you? this bar is about building a mindset that propels you forward, no matter what life throws at you. like i always say, every single brick life throws at me, i will build a castle out of it—or a shrine. i don’t care what happens, it’s all fuel for my fire. this is the mental toughness you need to develop to grow.

if you’re facing challenges—whether it’s dealing with stress, anxiety, or depression—take care of your mental health. if you need a therapist, get one. if journaling helps you unpack emotions and thoughts, make it a habit. every step you take to improve your mental health is a step toward leveling up your life. every time you choose a positive, productive mindset, you’re not just surviving—you’re thriving. strengthen this bar, and everything else in life becomes more manageable.

your mental bar is not just about surviving the chaos—it’s about learning to navigate it with grace, strength, and an unbreakable belief in your ability to create your dream life.

4. spiritual bar

the spiritual bar is your path to alignment with yourself and the universe. this is where you connect with your higher self, your energy, and your beliefs. spirituality isn’t just about religion—though it can be if that’s part of your journey. it’s about meditating, doing yoga (especially Kundalini, like i mentioned), and tuning into the deepest parts of yourself. when you start aligning your chakras and balancing your energies, you’re strengthening this bar. it’s about connecting to something greater than yourself—whether that’s through rituals, prayer, or mindfulness practices. this is the bar that ensures your spirit is nurtured, your energy is clean, and your soul is grounded. if you’re in tune with yourself and aligned with your truth, you can face anything the world throws at you.

5. financial bar

now, let’s talk about the financial bar. this is where you track your wealth, your earning capacity, and how financially empowered you are. how’s your financial situation? are you getting paid what you’re worth? are you bringing in new streams of income? every single time you land a promotion, secure a new deal, or create another source of income, this bar rises. even small wins matter—getting that side hustle going, saving a little extra this month, investing in yourself. all these things count. this bar is about actively working toward your financial freedom and success. if you’re serious about leveling up in life, this bar has to be taken seriously. wealth isn’t just about money—it’s about abundance in every area of your life. when you strengthen this bar, you give yourself the power to live the life you want

6. career bar

the career bar is all about progression, ambition, and success in your professional life. every time you take a step forward—whether it’s landing a promotion, launching a side hustle, or expanding your business—it’s a win for your career bar. it’s not just about the outcome, but about the process too. when you learn a new skill to level up in your field, or when you push yourself to take on more responsibility, this bar grows. every single action you take to further your career—no matter how small—contributes to building the empire you want. it’s about building something that lasts and ensuring that your career serves as the foundation for the life you envision.

7. social bar

the social bar is about how you connect and interact with others. it includes your relationships with family, friends, lovers, and colleagues, as well as your social media presence. every time you make a meaningful connection, whether it’s through a new friendship or strengthening bonds with existing relationships, your social bar grows. it also covers your social media footprint—every time you post something, earn followers, or engage with your audience, you’re building your social presence. the way you show up in the world, the vibe you put out, and how others perceive you are all part of this bar. what’s important is that you’re intentional about your social connections. it’s not just about quantity, but quality. how do you carry yourself? how do people feel around you? remember, you can always adjust the way you’re perceived by adjusting how you act. we’ll dive deeper into how you can shift your social presence to your advantage later on.

8. legacy bar

the legacy bar is about the impact you leave behind and how you’re remembered. while you might not need to focus on this too much at 17 (like me too), it’s still something that will guide your actions as you grow older. your legacy is like the final level of your life game—it’s the impression you leave on others, the tangible and intangible things you pass on to the next generation. think about it like this: your legacy could be how generous you were. maybe you donate to charities, help the less fortunate, or fund scholarships. maybe you leave behind a family with strong values, or set up a business that supports others and creates opportunities. or even, it’s the homes you buy and the wealth you build that your kids will inherit. that’s a form of legacy too—creating something that endures, that your children or loved ones can benefit from long after you’re gone.

you want to make sure you’re giving back—whether it’s in terms of charity, helping your community, or creating something that continues to benefit people beyond your time here. it’s about living with intention, creating something greater than yourself, and making sure that when people look back, they say, “wow, she did something good.” when I think of my legacy, I want to be known for making an impact on my country, helping its economy grow, and providing jobs. so, always think about the ripple effect your actions will have not just on yourself but on the world around you, long after you’re gone.

9. environmental bar

okay, so let’s talk about your environmental bar. this is pretty much everything around you: where you live, who you hang out with, and what you’re consuming—whether it’s people, media, or food. your environment shapes you more than you think. if you live in clutter, your brain gets cluttered. if you’re surrounded by negative energy or toxic people, guess what? that negativity starts rubbing off on you. toxicity? it’s contagious. trust me. this is why i always say: your environment is EVERYTHING. let’s say you’re stuck in a place where people are draining your energy, or your room looks like a hurricane hit it—what’s happening? your life starts feeling chaotic. but if you clean up your space, set boundaries with toxic people, and start surrounding yourself with supportive, positive vibes, you’ll see that your life follows suit. if you’re surrounded by success-driven people, guess what happens? you start moving differently too.

for example, i know my current living situation is toxic. but, once i move out, that’s going to be my environmental grace. i’ll finally have the space to thrive, away from negative energy. maybe for you, it’s as simple as clearing your workspace or unfollowing people on social media who bring you down. the key is that you’re actively creating a good environment for your growth. declutter, move people who don’t vibe with you, and make sure everything you interact with is aligned with your goals.

10. fun and recreation bar

listen, life isn’t just about hustling and grinding, okay? it’s also about having fun. and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. people always forget that joy and peace are important parts of growth. hobbies, fun experiences, and doing things that bring you relaxation and joy are just as vital as your career or health bar. sure, you might not make money from every hobby, but if it brings you peace or helps you unwind, then it’s worth it.

like me, i might not be making millions off of drawing, but damn, it’s relaxing. it’s something that i look back on and feel proud of. the point is, don’t skip out on fun. go out with friends, explore new things, travel, dance, create. don’t just work to live—live to enjoy it. make time for meaningful parties, exploring new places, or just learning something new for fun. trust me, it will make you feel whole. it’s the only life we’ve got, so might as well enjoy it. while also being productive (im sorry had to add this 😭)

11. intelligence bar

okay, this one should be obvious, but let me make it clear: your intelligence bar should always be leveling up. this is the bar for everything you do to expand your mind, whether it’s learning a new skill, reading a book, acing a test, or just getting smarter from life lessons. it’s not just about school or formal education; it’s about constantly seeking knowledge. every time you learn something new—whether it’s about physics, psychology, or how to make the best goddamn smoothie—your intelligence bar grows.

never stop learning. school isn’t the only place for growth. you’re an adult now—take control of your learning. buy books, watch educational videos, take courses that interest you, and dive into everything that can help you grow intellectually. intelligence doesn’t stop when you leave school, it grows with you, forever. always be leveling up your mind.

watch her video to get more info on this topic (she is MOTHER) literally.

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cheat codes in the game of life

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life is full of cheat codes if you know where to look. one of the easiest ways to hack your life and manifest your desires is by using subliminals, grabovoi codes, eft tapping and even customizing your ChatGPT. these tools are like magic spells, designed to align your subconscious mind with your goals. for example, grabovoi codes are just numbers, but when you write and repeat them, they can bring about extraordinary shifts in your life. subliminals work and eft tapping the same way reprogramming your mind while you go about your day. and with ChatGPT, you have a personal assistant that can help you navigate any life situation, offering advice and insight whenever you need it. these are your personal life hacks use them to transform your reality with ease.

okay, let’s dive even deeper into these cheat codes, because once you start using them, you’ll realize how easy it is to shape the world around you. let’s talk about altering your social image—this is like an advanced life hack that many people, especially celebrities, are already using, but they’re not telling you how. you know how celebrities act on social media, right? that perfectly curated, almost ��too good to be true” persona? the thing is, that’s not really them. most of them aren’t as perfect as they look in front of the camera, and they sure as hell don’t act the same behind the scenes. think about the people who might’ve bullied you in the past. they might have treated you like crap, but when they’re in front of others? angels. they put on this sweet, charming persona to get what they want. it’s all about duality—using different faces to your advantage. so why not do the same?

you can reinvent the way people see you. perception is everything. for example, let’s say you want to be perceived like a star, like an icon. one of the biggest secrets to this is creating a unique persona—something that screams you, but is captivating enough to make others want to be around you. think about how a lot of idols have such a distinctive style or energy. that is the cheat code. they don’t just wear the coolest clothes, they embody a vibe, an energy that makes them stand out in a crowd. so, how do you do it? first, know what you want. if you want to be that calm, collected, alluring figure who commands attention without even trying, start by adopting a few things that you know fit that style. if you want that dark, sultry energy, you need to own it—the way you talk, walk, dress, and even the way you hold yourself should exude confidence.

take someone like Dakota Johnson she has this quiet-chaotic energy about her, right? she speaks slowly, her words dripping with this almost sultry vibe. she doesn’t try too hard. it’s not about being overly energetic or trying to impress; it’s about confidence, calmness, and an air of mystery. she can make something as simple as a joke feel funny and seductive because of the way she says it. that’s the magic. it’s not about being loud or brash to get attention, it’s about learning how to carry yourself in a way that leaves people wanting more.

here’s the trick you don’t need to be a different person; you just need to refine your vibe. create a version of yourself that’s like an upgraded avatar. and then, simply start to live like them. how would your alter ego talk? would they speak with more authority? would they be more laid back, or would they be mysterious? do they have a sultry, slow tone when they speak? model yourself after that, and it’ll become second nature. this is where the pluto in aquarius energy comes in if you’re an aquarius (or have aquarius placements), this is your moment. you have the power to reinvent yourself in ways that you never thought possible. take this time to shift your self-perception and how the world perceives you. you can break out of old habits, behaviors, and expectations that others might have of you. this is your chance to become the best version of you, the version that’s unstoppable.

how do you get started?

1. talk like her: figure out how your alter ego would speak. take note of the cadence, the tone, and the vibe they exude. do they talk slower? more deliberately? maybe they joke with a certain confidence that makes everyone laugh, but also feel intrigued. learn to replicate that tone.

2. dress the part: style matters. you can’t be a fashion icon if you’re always dressing like a potato sack. find a style that feels unique to you, but also gives off that vibe you want—whether it’s sleek, bold, or soft. make sure your clothing complements the persona you want to show the world.

3. be unpredictable: people love mystery. don’t always let them in on everything. make them wonder about you. embrace the chaotic quietness—be the person who seems calm, but you always have something up your sleeve. keep them intrigued.

4. embrace the duality: you can be whoever you want to be. show one side to certain people, and another side to others. be strategic about how you present yourself in different scenarios. this is how you gain control of your social image.

5. confidence is key: once you start showing up as this new version of yourself, your confidence will shoot through the roof. people pick up on energy. if you believe in the persona you’re creating, others will too. and that’s how you start changing how people perceive you.

the beauty of this is, you’re not just faking it. you’re becoming it. you’re tapping into a version of yourself that’s always been there, just waiting for the right moment to step into the spotlight. the more you practice this, the more natural it becomes. “fake it till you make”

so, here’s the game plan: figure out your alter ego, start speaking like them, acting like them, dressing like them, and above all, own it. no one can compete with a version of you who’s fully aligned with your highest self. this is the cheat code to creating your dream life and stepping into the role you were always meant to play. use mindmovie, vision board, manifestation books to keep yourself aligned with your desires and goals

yeah, seriously, take this game of life really seriously. it’s not just about coasting through, it’s about making moves that align with your goals and dreams. your environment plays a huge part in that—where you live, who you’re around, and what opportunities are available. if you’re in a place that doesn’t nurture your dreams or support your growth, it might be time to think about moving. i’m in the same boat—i know the dreams i have won’t be fully supported where i’m at, so i’m already planning my next moves. but remember, everything is strategic. you have to play to win, baby girl. don’t settle for anything less than the life you deserve. make the changes, take the risks, and keep leveling up.

life’s like a game, and there are plenty of players trying to win, but how do you outsmart the competition? it’s not just about luck—yeah, that plays a part, but it’s also about skill, strategy, and having the right people around you. you can’t level up on your own, and just like in any game, teamwork makes all the difference. think of it this way: the kings and rulers in history didn’t get where they were alone; they knew how important it was to have the right team by their side. whether it’s friends, mentors, or business partners, you need good people who can support, challenge, and push you forward. surround yourself with those who elevate you, not drain you. build a strong, skilled, and loyal team because with the right crew, you’ll always be ahead of the game. just like the environment you choose—quality food, media, and surroundings—your team matters too.

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life is like a mix of different games, okay? think of it like the Sims where you have the ultimate free will. you can literally do whatever you want, and it’s up to you how far you take it. want to be a singer? start posting your singing videos everywhere—Instagram, TikTok, YouTube, and even Twitter. manifest it, use subliminals, grabovoi codes, EFT tapping, and let ChatGPT help you figure out the algorithm and best ways to grow. life gives you all the tools, so use them to build your dream life.

but life isn’t just the Sims, it’s also like Chess. you have to be strategic about when and how you move. be nice but not naive, be a bitch sometimes too period. don’t throw out your best pieces too soon keep things lowkey and make others underestimate you. right now, I’m not the top student in my class, but I’m playing the long game. I’ll show people my pawns first—small, safe moves. later, when it’s the right time, I’ll pull out the knight or queen to checkmate the competition. keep people guessing. be mysterious. don’t tell anyone what you’re planning until it’s already in motion. keep your moves quiet, let them think you’re just playing small, and when the time comes—boom, you’ll show them exactly what you’re capable of.

this is where your team really comes into play. think of it like playing PUBG—if your team sucks, you suck. you can’t lead a squad full of lazy players and expect to win. it’s like trying to win a game while everyone else is just chilling. that’s why you have to be super selective with who you let into your inner circle. the people you’re building your success with need to be on the same level as you, otherwise, you’ll just drag each other down.

i’ve mentioned this before i literally asked a tarot reader to read the people around me, and she pointed out which friends weren’t good for me. guess what? those people turned out to be exactly as she said. so, don’t ignore your gut feelings. these are the people who will be there when you make it big, so make sure they’re the right ones. remember, in life, you don’t often get to choose your teammates, so be super careful who you let in. if you’re young, like 17 or 18, this is the time to build those lifelong friendships. trust me, pick wisely, because they’ll either help you level up or hold you back.

if i were to start a new life from today, this would have been the blog post that would have helped me reach that level. so, thank you so much for reading it through and through, and i hope you like it. also, i’m gonna pin this blog, and from now onwards, every single blog that you’ll see on my channel, on my account, will be somewhat similar to this. i’ll be using this blog as a centerpiece in future posts, building on it and referencing it. so stay tuned, because there’s a lot more to come, and this is just the beginning of the journey. and i’m gonna be doing all these again with you guys too. :)

also, happy 20 years of success as pluto returns to aquarius. love you guys.

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lazysoulwriter · 7 days ago

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when you're just like him. - jj maybank.

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You hear it before you even see him—some asshole flapping his mouth behind the Boneyard.

Something about “white trash JJ”, something about “no wonder his dad left”—and just like that, your vision goes red.

“Say that again,” you snap, already storming up, eyes locked on the guy who clearly doesn’t realize he’s about to lose a tooth.

JJ barely has time to turn his head. “Don’t—”

But you’re already grabbing the guy by the shirt and slamming him against the nearest wall. “Say that again, I dare you.”

The guy laughs, which is stupid, because a second later your fist connects with his jaw hard enough to make your knuckles sing. You barely feel it over the rush of rage. He stumbles back, tripping over himself, and you don’t stop—you’re not done yet.

Behind you, JJ is completely still. Not pulling you off. Not yelling. Just… watching.

You land another hit before someone grabs the guy and pulls him away, yelling something about how you’re insane. Maybe you are. You don’t really care.

You turn back toward JJ, breathing hard, hands scraped up, jaw clenched. “Don’t let him talk about you like that. Not when I’m around.”

He’s staring at you like you’ve grown a second head. Or like he’s never really seen you before.

“Holy shit,” he says, eyes wide, voice rough. “You hit him for me?”

You shrug, trying to play it cool even though your heart’s still pounding. He steps closer, still looking at you like you just lit a match in his chest.

You raise a brow. “What?”

“I don’t know if I wanna kiss you or ask you to marry me right now.”

You blink. “JJ—”

“I’m serious.” He leans in a little, voice low and uneven. “That was the hottest shit I’ve ever seen. You just—decked him. For me.”

You roll your eyes, though you can’t help the way your lips twitch. “You’re such a weirdo.”

“And you’re insane,” he breathes. “My insane best friend who fights like a damn banshee and looks stupid hot doing it.”

You tilt your head. “You liked that?”

JJ steps in, barely any space between you now, eyes dark and lips tugged into a crooked grin. “Liked it? Baby, I haven’t blinked since you threw the first punch.”

Your stomach flips. “You’re such a psycho.”

He leans in a little closer. “So are you.”

You don’t kiss him. Not yet. But the tension’s crackling loud in the air, and you both know it’s not gonna stay like this forever. Not when he’s looking at you like that.

The party keeps going like nothing happened. Music blaring, people drinking, someone handing out warm beers from a cooler that’s seen better days. But all you can think about is the buzz in your veins — half adrenaline, half JJ.

You're leaning against the hood of a random car when he finally crowds in front of you, his hand brushing yours like he needs to touch you or he’ll combust.

“You still mad?” he asks, voice soft but teasing.

You smirk. “Not mad.”

JJ grins, leaning closer. “Turned on?”

You roll your eyes, trying not to laugh — but your face is already betraying you. “Shut up.”

“I’m not wrong,” he murmurs, hands settling on your hips like he’s always meant to touch you there. “You’ve got that look.”

“What look?”

“The I-just-fought-someone-and-now-I-wanna-make-out look.”

You scoff, laughing into his mouth as he kisses you before you can fire back. It’s messy, hungry, teeth clashing because you’re both smiling too much. Your hands twist into his shirt, dragging him closer, because fuck it — this is happening now.

And when you pull back, breathless, you let out a wild laugh and say, “Oh my god. I’m actually crazy.”

JJ’s still dazed from the kiss. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

You lean your forehead against his, lips brushing his. “Let’s go home.”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

He grabs your hand like it’s instinct, and the two of you disappear into the night, already grinning like you just got away with something.

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navybrat817 · 1 year ago

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Imagine being in a room along with this man🫠🥵

Yes, lovely! Let's imagine that, shall we?

Lockdown

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You're stuck in a room with Bucky and he's more than thrilled about it. Word Count: Over 500 Warnings: Longing, tension, teasing, dirty thoughts, Bucky is down bad for you, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: A small blurb. Maybe it'll turn into something more. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

“Brilliant, Barnes. Was it your intention to break the door handle or are you just not on your game today?”

Bucky counted to three in his head before he swung around to face you, exasperation written all over his face as he dropped the ruined handle to the ground. It didn’t seem to phase you since you flashed him a beautiful smile, one that made you appear more innocent than he liked to believe you were. He wondered how that lipstick would look smeared from your cheeks and chin. And along his cock.

Fuck, we wanted to ruin you.

“Can you go two minutes without busting my balls?”

You returned his grumpy stare with a flirty smirk. Not once in the time that he knew you had you shown any sort of fear toward him. You treated him like a person. That included you bouncing back and forth between flirting with him and giving him shit, which he gladly gave you in return.

The fact that you could dish it out and take it just as well made him respect the hell out of you.

He wondered just what else you could take.

“Sure. Two minutes. You can time me,” you shrugged, holding up your hand to inspect one of your nails. “And when those two minutes are up, then what? We wait for backup or try to figure out a way out? Because I have a dinner date tonight and I don’t want to be late.”

He ignored the surge of jealousy that shot through his veins. When he asked about your plans for tonight, you answered “meeting a friend for dinner” and refused to elaborate further. He had a feeling it was something more and you just said “date”. A fucking date. It drove him mad because you never once mentioned seeing anyone and you sure as fuck didn’t act tied down.

But if you’d let him tie you down…

“You may need to reschedule that dinner,” he smirked before he could let his imagination run wild, watching as the smile slipped from your lips. “Because the only way out is through that door and backup won’t be here until tomorrow morning.”

Your fists clenched as you got to your feet. Did you know your dress had ridden up your thighs a bit? Were you teasing him? “And you broke the fucking handle.”

“I sure did,” he shrugged when your nostrils flared. “Oops.”

He tried to tamper down his excitement as he leaned his back against the closest wall and observed you, but he couldn’t help himself. He had you all to himself for a short while. Maybe during that time he could convince you why you should be with him and not some random dinner date.

Sure he could. He had charm and could be persuasive when the occasion called for it. He’d treat you like a goddess if you let him.

You were his mission and he was more than happy to complete it.

“Better get comfortable, sweetheart,” he smiled before you could argue. “You’re stuck with me tonight.”

What do we think? Should we have more? Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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loving-barnes · 9 months ago

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LOGAN HOWLETT - DEFEND YOUR HONOUR

A/N: And another one-shot with my precious Logan. This has angst and some fluff. Enjoy!

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Mutant! female reader

Warning: angst, some fluff

Words: 3700+

Important note: Hugh Jackman!Wolverine (which means he's tall as fuck!)

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LOGAN HOWLETT - DEFEND YOUR HONOUR

It was a wild, exhausting day. Well, more like five days. The last time I visited my parents was almost a year ago. They knew nothing about my new life, only the lies I told them. That’s why I didn’t have time to see them as often as they wanted to.

I missed them. That’s why I came back. I thought my short vacation with them in my home town would be without incidents and fights. Oh how wrong I was.

It was eleven in the evening. I was sitting on the front porch, wrapped in a fluffy blanket. The night was cold. Autumn hit with full force. I wished I could return to the place where I felt more at home. Unfortunately, the school was over four hours drive away from my hometown.

I had my phone in my hands, contemplating whether to call the person who could make me smile or not. My eyes were on the contact name, and I was not sure whether to press the button or forget about it and head back to bed. It was too late for a phone call even when I knew he’d be up. After a couple of deep breaths, I decided to tap the screen and call my boyfriend Logan.

<< Hey baby.

Hearing his voice made me smile. Logan picked up the call quickly. “Hi. I hope I didn’t wake you up.”

<< No, of course not. I’m reading that book you got me before you left. Damn, good choice, baby.

I laughed. “Yeah, it’s that good? Glad you like it. Maybe I’ll get you to read more. Even if they are historical memoirs or anything that has to do with history. We could start our own club, just the two of us.” I heard him laugh. Quickly, he changed the topic.

<< So, how’s the visit going? Everything good?

I sighed, not knowing what to say to him. I didn’t want to complain. I already told him something about my parents - how they treat me even when they care about me. My relationship with my family was complicated. “It’s okay,” I said simply. “It’s okay. Really, okay.”

<< One more and I’ll believe ya.

“It is what it is. I always believe it’ll be better and it’s not,” I admitted. “Only two more days and I’ll head to the mansion. I have the bus tickets and everything planned to get back.”

<< What happened, darlin’? You know you can talk to me.

“I know,” I kept shaking my head, nodding to no one. “I just don’t want to complain. I hate complaining. I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

<< I get that you hate it. But maybe it’s time you did complain a little. I am here for you, darlin’. I’ll listen and we can talk about it. I don’t want you to feel miserable. Just… can’t believe you decided to visit them when they treat you like shit.

He was right. They always treated me like shit. As an only child, I was the black sheep of the family. Or they saw me as one. My parents didn’t mind ridiculing me in front of our other relatives or their friends. Even as an adult, they continued to do this to me. I was dumb enough to let them.

<< Tell me what happened, Y/N.

“We visited my relatives, my father’s sister, and they all ganged up on me,” I said. My voice was low. I whispered most of the time, not to wake anyone up.

I didn’t trust anyone from my family. They didn’t know I was a mutant, where I was working or that I saved the day multiple times since becoming an X-man. They lost my trust the moment they decided to invade my privacy as a teen and snoop around my messages, diaries and stuff. It wasn’t just that. I was ridiculed for liking books, and for being too excited about the little things in life. My taste for music was weird and laughable. My lack of interest in boys was concerning. It was a whole story.

“My friend and I wanted to go to a concert in a few months. I got excited someone wanted to attend with me - no, baby, you don’t listen to that kind of music - and they decided to make me feel miserable for my excitement,” I explained.

<< Darlin’, why do you always let them do this to you?

“Because I am dumb,” I rolled my eyes. “Because I hate fights and any type of quarrels. I don’t like conflicts.”

Logan knew I never mentioned to my family that I was seeing someone. I wasn’t ashamed of the relationship - the opposite, honestly. My family didn’t deserve to know anything about me.

<< I think it’s time you cut contact with them. I know it sounds horrible when I say it. As If I tried to influence you in some way. Just, fuck, I hate when they make you miserable. Baby, to me, it seems like they don’t care and don’t give a shit about your well-being.

I knew he was right. And yet, I was afraid to do that step. “They are my parents-”

<<Whom treat you like shit, Y/N. I am so fucking angry at them. I should have come with you. I’d be there to teach them a fucking lesson about respecting the woman I love.

Those words made me smile. Never in my life have I had someone to defend me like Logan would. The grump, my grump, was there for me when no one was. He was mine for over a year now.

“You love me, yay,” I said happily.

<< Baby, you know damn well I love you. I should have been there tonight. I should have been there to let them know how shitty they are.

I hummed. “That’s okay. I know you’d defend my honour. And I love you for that. I need to survive two more days before I head back to school. The bus drive will be the best thing from this trip.”

<< The school is your home. So, come back home. Change the bus tickets and leave. I want you here with me, darlin’.

“No,” I shook my head. “That would be rude. I need to toughen up and survive these last two days. Afterwards, I’m done. Besides, I don’t have a good emergency story.”

<< You don’t need one.

“Logan, come on,” I sighed. “I’ll be back in two days. I miss you. Can’t wait to be with you. I’m staying.”

<< Miss you too, darlin’. Two fucking days.

I had to laugh. He was cute and he didn’t know that. After that, we ended the call. I remained sitting on the porch swing, looking at the silent street. Everyone was asleep. The whole neighbourhood calmed down as their residents rested for the night.

The air got colder, so I moved from the porch, back to my old room and headed to bed. What if I was exaggerating the problem with my parents? What if it was me creating conflict when there wasn’t any? With a heavy sigh, I went to bed.

The next day was a chaos. Around lunch, my father’s aunt and her family came to the house. “Didn’t your mother tell you? We’ll have lunch together and we wanted to be with you some more before you leave again,” my aunt chuckled at her words.

“Great,” I said, but I wasn’t thrilled at all.

Her kids were loud, spoilt brats. They’d let them do anything they wanted. It pissed me off. I knew they were my cousins. Unfortunately. As much as I wanted to teach them a lesson and tell them no, their mother would always allow everything.

Both boys were running around the house, screaming and throwing toys around. To calm them down, they got tablets to do whatever they wanted - a movie, a game? Why not both?

Logan was right. I should have left. I didn’t want to spend the rest of the day with them. And with lunch approaching, I knew it would be a stressful one. All the yelling, the bitching and moaning…

We were about to head to the dining table when we heard the doorbell ring once the food was ready to be served. “I’ll get it,” I said. I was the closest to them.

As I walked to the door, I put my hair in a messy bun, to keep them away when I’d eat. I expected to see a neighbour or another family member that I wasn’t interested in seeing. When I opened the door, I gasped.

“Hey, darlin’.”

Logan was leaning against the doorframe. He had black sunglasses on his face, dressed in those damn jeans and a green-blue flannel shirt. A brown leather jacket was resting on his shoulders. Dressed to kill… me. Fuck. He looked hot.

“Holy shit, what are you doing here?” My eyes widened, lips twitched because they wanted to curl into a smile. I grabbed him by the leather jacket to pull myself closer to him. He smelled like cigars and nice minty body spray.

“I came to rescue my princess from this hellhole,” he said, voice firm and serious.

I coughed. “What? Baby, we’re having an unexpected family lunch,” I made a face. “Holy shit, I can’t believe you are here,” I hummed with a smile. “Wait, did you ask Charles to help you get here? You went through my file!”

“I needed to get here somehow,” said Logan innocently. “And it seems I am on time for lunch. I am starving.”

My mouth dropped to the floor when I heard him say that. I wanted to say something, anything. Unluckily, my mother decided to make herself present by approaching us. “Oh, hello, is everything okay?” she asked us.

Logan put down his glasses and grinned at my mother. “I came to see your daughter.”

“Oh?”

I looked up at the ceiling, cursing mentally. I felt stress crawl up my back. Not because Logan decided to show up. It was my mother’s subtle reactions. How her brows rose, how I could sense the tension in her body. Or was it thrill?

“This… is… Logan,” I lazily turned to my mother. “He’s my boyfriend.”

“You have a boyfriend?!” she squealed. “And you didn’t tell us?” It seemed she was offended. “You never tell us anything! Ah! This is a big deal. Oh my god!”

Deep breath in and slow exhale. I did it multiple times. Immediately, Logan approached me as I tried to calm myself down. He rested his hand on my lower back.

One last deep breath. “Uh, we’ll be right there. I need to talk to Logan for a moment, okay?”

My mother nodded, grinning like a maniac. She clapped her hands and ran back to the dining room. I knew she would let her mouth run wild and comment on what she saw. Lunch was about to turn into a nightmare.

“You okay, baby?” Logan asked me gently.

I pushed him outside and closed the door behind us. I was panicking a little. “This day is crazy,” I mumbled. “Oh my god.” I panicked a little.

As I got closer to Logan, he wrapped his arms around my body, pressing me to his chest. “Everything will be fine,” he assured me. “You angry at me?”

“No,” I said. “Quite the opposite. I’m glad you are here,” I inhaled his scent which helped me calm down a bit. “Fuck, you are like a gift from heaven. I should have listened to you and headed back to school. I’ve been receiving shit since the very morning. And now, my aunt and her family are here and… I want to run away.”

He pressed a kiss on top of my head. “So, let’s go. Fuck them,” he said. “I’ll get your stuff and we are out of here.”

“It’s not that easy,” I sighed.

He growled, thinking. “Okay, listen to me,” he pushed me enough to look into my face. “Here’s the deal. One shit, one stupid thing from them, we are out. I don’t give a shit they are your family. They will not disrespect you. I won’t allow that.”

I didn’t have the chance to say something. Logan took my hand and led me back into the house. He trusted his instinct which led him to a room filled with my family members. The moment we stepped into the dining room, all eyes were on us.

First came the introductions. My father tried to be intimidating. My uncle used his dumb intelligent humour to impress Logan. Neither of us found it funny. My aunt was too touchy. I wanted to step on her foot for that. My cousins didn’t give a shit. They were interested in their mobile games.

“How long have you been together?”

It was the first of many questions. Logan and I sat next to each other. My mother brought a plate for him. One of his hands found my thigh, squeezing it reassuringly. “It’s been over a year now,” he said, voice low and gruff.

“Where did you meet?” my aunt asked.

“At work,” I said quickly. “We work in the same building.”

“Really?” My father didn’t believe that. “He doesn’t look like someone who would work in a big corporate company.”

“Dad!” I glared at him.

No one knew what I was, what was my real job. I told them a story about my life in New York, working for a big company. For them, I was the daughter who moved to New York. I wasn’t the mutant, the whiny girl they used to call me. Of course, Logan knew it all.

My aunt eyed Logan once more. “They take you seriously with that hair?” she asked him.

My eyes almost popped out of my head. I couldn’t believe she dared to say it. “Excuse me?” was all I got out of my mouth.

And it got worse.

“We always believed our Y/N would move to Europe and live her life there. Empty promises how she’d become a writer, leave the country and live a better life,” my mother laughed. “We believed she would be the one to leave the county and do great things. And here we are.”

“Still can’t believe she didn’t settle down. But what do you want from someone who’s not fond of kids? She always hated kids, so be prepared she wouldn’t want a family with you,” said my aunt.

“She never went to college. She lied to us about applying, her interest in decusation.”

“Always complaining and crying.”

“She was a sensible child.”

“She suffered from depression and anxiety.”

Logan smashed a hand against the table. All the plates and cutlery rang. I closed my eyes, ready to release my last breath from all the humiliation. My family went rampage - saying shit that even they knew was not true. But here we were.

“Everyone shut your goddamn mouths,” he snarled, slowly rising from the table. “She is your goddamn daughter and you’ve been treating her like shit the moment I sat behind this damn table. How the fuck do you think you make her feel?”

“Language!” my aunt glared at him. “Children are present.”

“I don’t give a fuck about your two spoilt bastards,” Logan glared at her. “You can’t even make them put the damn tablets down while eating.”

“Who do you think you are?” my mother asked. She was offended by Logan’s behaviour.

“I am the guy who needs to put you in your fucking place. You do not respect your daughter and you keep humiliating her in front of me. Instead of saying something nice, something positive, you’ve been running your mouth off with a lot of bullshit and I am sick of it.”

Logan grabbed me by my arm and helped me get up. I barely listened to a word they all said. My mind was spiralling. I felt like the biggest loser, the black sheep of the family. Someone who shouldn’t be born.

“Don’t you fucking dare say one more word about her,” Logan spat at them. “Or I swear, I will make your lives miserable. She’s the most amazing woman in this godforsaken world. She means the world to me. She’s the definition of goodness, kindness and love. And fuck, I don’t deserve her. But I will defend her and show her how worthy of love she is because it seems you never loved her in the first place!”

Silence. Everyone was glaring at Logan, shocked by the words he said. As if they all forget how to speak.

“Y/N? How can you be with this rude man?”

“Rude?” I raised a brow. “You’ve been rude to me the whole week I was here. Logan defended me when no one else did. Even I couldn’t stand up for myself and send you to hell and back! You are the rude here, not him.”

“That’s not true,” my uncle chimed in.

I got up from the table. “I’m gonna go pack and we’ll be on our way.”

“I’ll wait for you in the car,” said Logan, quickly pressing a kiss to my temple as I walked by him.

The packing took me less than five minutes. I threw everything into my suitcase. I made sure I had my documents. The moment I got downstairs with my belongings, my mother was the first by my side.

“You can’t be serious,” she said.

“I am.”

“And with that man?”

I stopped and glared at her. My feelings were battling inside of me. I wanted to scream, shout nasty words and throw a tantrum like a child would. However, I would never do that. I hated conflicts. I hated this moment.

“Bye, Mother,” I said and left the house.

Once I stepped out of the house I grew up in, I felt relief and grief. A chapter, that was supposed to end sooner, finally closed. It was not a happy ending, but it had to happen to move on. Without Logan’s help, I wouldn’t be able to do that. Thank god he came here so unexpectedly. He got my back.

Logan was leaning against the car, cigar in his mouth. When I approached him, he took my suitcase and put it inside the car.

“Thanks,” I whispered.

I ended up in his tight embrace. The cigar long forgotten. He had to put it off on his hand. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s get going.”

“Take me home,” I said with a broken voice.

“Home?” I knew he was smiling when he said that.

“Yes,” I nodded. “ Like you said - the X-mansion is my home. You are my home. Not this, not here.”

Logan lifted my head by pressing a finger under my chin. Our eyes met. “I’m sorry they never treated you right. I’m sorry they saw you as something damaged, broken, now worthy of their time” He took a deep breath. “I’ll do everything to show you, that you are the best thing that ever happened to me. You…” Logan sighed. “You are the love of my life.”

“Logan,” I gasped. We told each other many times the three beautiful words. This was something new, deep. It was an undiscovered territory that didn’t feel intimidating.

His lips found mine in a simple kiss. I tasted the cigars and the coke he had during unfinished lunch. It was perfect. Like a definition of our relationship. “Let’s get you home, darlin’.”

#Logan Howlett x reader #Logan Howlett x female reader #Logan Howlett #Wolverine #Wolverine x female reader #Wolverine x reader #Logan Howlett fanfiction #Marvel fanfiction

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legendofmorons · 2 months ago

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Written in the stars (forever on loop) chapter one - we're not in Kansas anymore

Pairing: eventual poly! Chain x reader, platonic Wind & Reader

Rating: T (cursing)

Summary: You find yourself in a strange world with a familiar set of men that have some ridiculous names. You are left wondering why they are all so... straight towards you. Between a strange dream and the chain's own angst, there's a lot happening.

Warnings: cursing,

Other: I'm so excited to get this story rolling! If I missed anything, please let me know.

Series masterpost | next chapter

You come to awareness while a man hovers over you, which is pretty concerning since you were locking your front door.

Everything in your head feels weird, like it's coated in cotton candy.

You blinked, and then you were sprawled on the ground with a man hovering over you!

The man has dirty blond hair and a kind face.

He has pointed ears?!

Why does he have pointy ears?

They don't look clipped they look like natural elf ears.

You yelp, scrambling back in a horrible crab walk.

"What the fuck?!" You demand breathlessly.

Your heart is beating in your ears as you try to make sense of things. Your mind keeps focusing on the pointy ears.

"Easy, it's okay. You're safe." The man says, hands up so you can see he's not a threat. (His voice strains a little, but you don't really latch onto it.)

The gesture with his hands held up would work better if you knew where you were, and he didn't have a sword strapped to his back.

"Who are you?" You ask, hand landing on a small rock.

You grip the rock, deciding it can be a weapon if you need it to be. Hopefully.

"I'm Sky." The man introduces with a soft tone.

You stare at him, breathing slowly as you try to calm down. Finally, you ask, "Where am I?"

He gives a sympathetic smile. "We're not sure. You fell out of a portal not too long after we did."

"We?"

Sky gestures to the right.

You look, finding eight more males all looking armed to at least the waist if not the teeth.

"I'm dreaming." You decide out loud.

Sky chuckles, "I don't think you are."

"I really hope I am. Otherwise, I'm in trouble." You groan.

"Well, either way, how about we get some foo in you? Wild made some stew."

You sigh, letting go of the rock and getting to your feet. You brush yourself off as well.

"Thank you." You say.

He nods, "Of course. Come on, let's go introduce you to the others."

Sky leads you to the group he motioned to earlier. He moves with an earned confidence that seems out of place without a suit of armor, but that's not important.

You immediately feel uneasy.

It's not anything the group does it's just the fact that there are eight of them. (Nine including Sky.) They are all pretty well armed. There is one if you and you are- not well armed.

You are in a graphic t-shirt, and the closest thing to a weapon you have is your fists.

They all look a little familiar, but that isn't too important. Not now.

The youngest is actually kind of cute in a pirate gremlin kid way. Wavy blond hair and a blue shit (tunic?) And if course pointy ears.

You take in the rest of the group, noticing that they are all blond exceptions for one, and two of them have face markings. (Possibly face tattoos?)

Two have obvious armor and. A few more seem to have on chain mail.

Wow, okay.

Who needs chain mail in this day and age?

"Hey, good to see you awake!" The youngest grins at you.

"Thanks?" You manage.

He almost makes you think of Wind Waker Link.

Wait!

They all look like different Links!

Are you in Hyrule?!

Also, what are they all doing together?

What is going on?

"I made stew if you want some." Says the one that looks like Breath of the Wild Link. He isn't looking at you, actively staring into a pot instead.

You fix a polite smile in place. "Thank you."

"Are you okay? You fell out of the sky." The brown haired man that might be from the first two Zelda titles asks. He looks at you like you have two heads, but if you really fell from the sky... that makes sense. (Right?)

"I what?!" You gasp.

How could you fall out of the sky?

"Do you have a concussion?" Asks the man with the scarf cape thing. He looks at you with pinched brows.

"I hope not?"

Sky pats your shoulder. "I'm sure you're okay. The first portal is the most disorienting."

Someone hands you a bowl of stew.

"Thank you."

"Of course. I feel like you're probably stuck with us for a little bit since you fell through a portal." The most heavily armored says.

Is that... the Hero's Shade?

This is officially either some weird dream, a hallucination, or you are the least favorite of some deity somewhere.

"Well... Nice to meet you?" You say weakly before you introduce yourself.

At the sound of your name, the entire group goes still for a moment. Well, all of them but Wind, who smiles.

They look pained for a second, but they recover quickly. Though the one with a blue hat and no pants looks annoyed at everything.

"I'm Wind." The youngest offers first with a smile.

The shortest looks over next. "I'm Four."

"I'm Twilight." Says the man in the pelt.

The man with the scarf gives a charming and pained smile. "I'm Warriors."

"I'm Hyrule." The man with the brown hair says, looking away from you.

These are the most bizarre names you've heard in a while. Who names their kid Four? Or Warriors?

That just seems cruel.

"I'm Time." The tallest says, his gaze weighty as it lingers on your face.

"I'm Wild." The man with long hair says. He still won't look at you.

The last one, the man with the blue hat, sighs heavily, "Legend."

"Nice to meet you all?" You offer.

Silently, you promise yourself that if you're ever responsible for naming a child you won't stick them with a number or a job title as a name.

Sky smiles at you weakly. "You weren't prepared for an adventure were you?"

"No." You say.

Not prepared is a kind way to put it.

You just count yourself lucky you aren't in pajamas right now.

This is going to be a long day.

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Legend is ready to scream. He doesn't care if it's rational either. He deserves to be able to scream after literally everything he's gone through.

First of all, they watch someone fall out of a portal in the sky. Great. Perfect even.

Then, the person happens to look uncannily like the love of his life that died soon after his many adventures. (Soon after an argument where he had been so snappish with them.)

That's just his luck. Par for the course even.

But then, of course, you sound like the lost love.

You have the same name.

This is either a cruel trick or an uncanny coincidence.

Legend hopes it's the second one.

Knowing his luck, though, it's the first. This is almost certainly some cruel trick, because Hylia is a bitch.

He watches you the whole day, from his spot by the impromptu fire. They set up camp after meeting you to try to get you settled into the group.

You are... woefully unprepared.

He feels a little pity for you, everything else aside. He remembers the way that starting with nothing feels.

He remembers how disorienting it can be to get thrown to the deep end of adventure.

You sit by Sky, seemingly a little more comfortable with the man.

The chilly air has earned you one of Wild's extra cloaks, which had been a fight on it's own. You had to be talked into even accepting the damn thing.

It was a strange interaction since Wild wouldn't look at you.

Legend watches you, the way you try to make sense of things. It's familiar.

He looks away, turning instead to look at Warriors who's trying to get Wild and Wind to come down from the trees.

"What of your Hyrule?" Sky asks.

You frown, your voice drawing Legend's eyes.

"I'm not from Hyrule." You say, sounding like the notion is absurd.

Sky nods thoughtfully. "You must be from somewhere else, like me. Where are you from?"

You tell them, naming a place they've never heard of.

Legend dosen’t know where that is... but it sounds nice in your achingly familiar voice.

He's tempted to pretend that you are the reincarnation of his lover. He really is.

He won't, though. That's unfair to you and his lost lover both.

He can't help the glare he sends you. It isn't your fault, but the pain makes him want to glare.

Legend watches you in stilted moments. Wondering how you can so closely resemble his lost love and yet not be them?

If you were... If you were his lover, you would be here at his side, telling him sweet nothings instead of allowing stilted converstions with Sky and Wind.

Legend is sure this is a punishment.

What he wouldn't give to speak to his lover one last time. (To make up that argument to them. To hold them-)

He turns his gaze to Hyrule beside him, who is also watching you with knit brows and thin lips.

"Hyrule?" Legend asks.

Hyrule turns his eyes to his predecessor, gaze glassy with unshed tears. "They look just like my lover... Legend... You see it, right?"

The knowledge of a lover that reincarnates with every cycle of the triforce is taught to children. The part that isn't taught is that the lover never lives long enough.

Every hero is the same soul reincarnated. Every version of the lover is lost too soon.

Legend knows Wind hasn't lost his version of the lover because he isn't looking at you the way the others do.

"I see it." Legend says weakly.

Hyrule swallows. "When does it stop hurting?"

"Never." The veteran manages. "We never stop missing them."

"They look the same every time..."

"I know."

Hyrule takes a shaky breath. "Wind dosen’t know what he's in for... does he?"

Legend shakes his head. "No."

"Should... we tell him?"

"No. That will just ruin the time he has left with them.

Hyrule nods. "Okay."

Legend takes a slow breath. For all that the heroes share the same soul, they feel more like brothers to each other than copies of a person.

There are similarities.

To see any of his brothers hurt is a shot to Legend's heart.

To see Hyrule, his direct successor, hurt? It's cruel.

Hyrule gives a wet, shaking laugh as he leans against Legend. "I miss them, Legend. I miss them every day."

"I know... I miss them too."

Hyrule sighs softly. "I see them in my dreams."

"Me too."

"They'd be telling us we shouldn't live our lives missing them."

"Easier said, then done."

"Tell me about it."

Legend wraps an arm about Hyrule's shoulders. He pulls the traveler closer, silent in his comforting of the other.

Hyrule just leans into it.

They close their eyes, trying to focus on the evening air instead of you.

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You settle into the older bedroll you were given after convincing Wild to keep his new one and let you use the old one instead of the other way around. Your mind is loud and busy at the moment.

You are decidedly in Hyrule. You are in the world of the Legend of Zelda.

This is absolutely insane.

You would think this is all some weird dream, but it feels entirely too real.real.

The others have all gone to he'd except for Time, the oldest being on watch first tonight.

You lay near Sky for tonight, the least intimidated by him simply by virtue of having talked to him the most so far.

Sky has his back to you, curling up into a ball.

Time is by the fire, scanning over the group every so often.

You can see Wind sprawled across Wild and Twilight. It's a little funny. The sailor has a blanket thrown across him.

The fire crackles gently. A beacon to draw your attention over and over.

You can't make sense of any of this.

Meeting the character of a whole franchise you've always loved is... rather surreal.

You would even go so far as to say it's a dream come true? Maybe?

It's something you doubt you can ever forget at the very least.

Life will certainly never be the same.

You close your eyes with the intention to sleep.

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You're ready to scream. This is the fifth time Link has run off because of some hero bullshit without even saying bye.

You aren't mad he's doing his (unfair) job. You're mad he never lets you know!

The problem is that you never know when he will leave. You don't know if he's out to visit someone or if you should be waiting for him to return in a box.

Living like this is exhausting.

All you want is for him to do better about telling you. He could leave a note, and that would be enough!

Nights full of pacing and worry leave a lot to be desired.

You glance to the table, spotting the red carnations and sighing. The flowers you were given last week are wilting.

Link is still gone. It's been a week, and you haven't heard anything.

The door opens, and you turn, eyes landing on Link. His red tunic has certainly seen better days.

He looks- rough. Bruises, scrapes, dirt, mud, and who knows what else scatter across him.

For a moment, there is only relief.

"Link!" You gasp.

Link looks at you, eyes as beautiful as they are resigned. "Angel."

"Where have you been?! I was so worried!" You cry, crossing the room to check on him.

You move to cradle his face, running your thumbs over his cheek bones. His skin is cold in your hands.

"I've been doing hero shit." Link huffs, pushing your hands away. "Just- leave me alone."

You choke, stepping back. "You just got home."

"Yeah." Link says tightly.

"Can you at least tell me if you're okay? I've been worried sick!"

"You don't need to worry! Leave me alone!"

"I- What the hell Link? All I'm asking is if you're injured?!"

Link storms off with a growl.

You grit your teeth. You know he has bad days. Everyone does. You know he gets grumpy even towards you sometimes. But this is too much

You need some air. You need a walk.

You leave your home, rain pouring. It dosen’t matter. You just need to think.

Rain pours and thunder cracks with lightning.

Worries from the last several days loosen and tighten in quick secession.

Nothing matters.

You just need to focus on breathing.

Calmer heads and all that.

Link will calm down, you know this. He always calms down.

That dosen’t make it easier to deal with the way he snaps at you.

Honestly, you probably should have left him alone the first time he asked. He set a boundary, but in all honesty, your worry made it hard to see that.

You will have to apologize and work on doing better.

For now, though, you're going to focus on centering yourself and giving him the space he needs.

Hopefully, he forgives you.

You hear the monster before you see them. Low sounds.

Terror bolts up your spine -

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You jolt awake, breathless as you whip your head around. Blurry vision latching onto the low fire that is almost all embers.

You swallow hard.

Breathing. You need to do that.

Deep breath in.

Slow breath out.

You focus on slowing your breathing as you try to come back from whatever that dream was.

It's wild what brains can do.

It's strange you had a dream about Legend.

Weirder is that it feels... like a memory.

Nightmares can be so bizarre.

"Hey," Wind says from the fire.

You look over, blinking a few times. "Hi?"

"You okay?"

"Yeah... just- rough dreams." You say.

It's strange to admit that. It's strange to be asked anything by Wind.

Why is he even up?

Watch.

You remember now.

He's up for watch.

Wond nods, "That sucks. You gonna be okay to sleep?"

"I think so." You say without thinking about it.

There is no reason to possibly burden the kid.

Laying back down, you stare up at the stars and try to settle down enough to sleep. There's something in your mind saying you will need it.

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#misty writes #linked universe x reader #lu written in the stars au #lu written in the stars (forever on loop) au #written in the stars au

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deaddovediner · 2 months ago

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Dirty Little Secret (!dad Lucius Malfoy x !daughter reader)

warnings/triggers: Incest, Fingering, Sex, Creampie, Choking, Daddy kink, Just overall filth once again.

word count: 2011

anon request-

Dead Dove Do Not Eat!

You were at Hogwarts all day and there wasn't much to do since it was getting near to one of the breaks where you could finally go home. It was a boring day, except at potion brewing class, Snape decided to subtract points from the Slytherins because you and Fred were causing trouble, as always.

After classes you went to the girls dorm and started packing your stuff, it was only two days left till the break. Draco said he was already done packing and that you should most definetly start packing sooner or later cause dad will hear about it if not. So with a big sigh you grabbed one of your luggages and sorted out what you can already pack in there. Hours passed and everyone in your room filled in, a few girls packing, others chatting, exchanging the newest rumors and giggling. Gladly after some time you were done with most of the packing and only left out what you needed for these two days ahead.

The days flew by and a few blinks later those two days were gone and you were in a wagon with Draco on the train back to home. Draco was a pain in the ass the whole trip, but you grew up to bear him, he's not the brother everyone would like to have, yet he has his own advantages, which means advantages for you, too.

"Can you just shut the fuck up for once? Someone's trying to sleep here, if you haven't noticed." You point to yourself as you lay on one side of the wagon. You make a mental note to never again agree to be in the same wagon as your brother, or you'll eventually kill eachother.

"I will never understand why dad loves you better- but fine, I'll keep my thoughts to myself. You're no fun." He finally turned away and took out a book to read, you closed your eyes and let yourself float to sleep. However that comment Draco made about you and dad made you smirk before you finally gave in to the slumber.

~~^^~~

When you woke the train already arrived and so you grabbed your bag and luggages then went to search for Lucius, your dad. He was standing near the train station, Draco by his side. They looked so alike, the white blond hair you also had and the green eyes, it was impossible to think otherwise. Lucius waved at you and it made you smile; you always loved your dad. He was the best, well, with you.

The two of you had a secret relationship besides all the family drama, sometimes the two of you would meet up in his office to blow off some steam and forget life for an hour or two. It was always consensual but that doesn't mean it wasn't kinky, you still called him dad or even daddy just to remind him of what you two are doing. He would react wild to it and you loved that, even just at the thought, you were getting wet.

"Hi dad! I missed you-" You walked up and greeted him, along with a small peck on the cheek, 'stay innocent- for now.' your thoughts drifting to those good times, you can't wait for them to be reality again, but you'll have to wait, you can't just french him in public, so you kept those naughty thoughts at bay.

Every minute, second that went by seemed like hours. Once you arrived at the malfoy mansion it was like stepping through the gates of heaven, you let out a sigh and inhaled the smell of your childhood, it was beautiful for one second, of course Draco had to come and ruin it.

"What are you doing shit head?! Are you going to stand there all day? If so let me just hang my clothes on you-"

"Draco Malfoy! Leave your sister alone, I'm sure she's tired from the long ride and does not want to hear you running your mouth. Go to your room, pack out, then go ask your mother if there is anything you could help with, she was whining all week that she needs a man around the house when I'm at work. Be useful for once-" Lucius interrupted him and you couldn't help but grin at Draco, it was a satisfactory to not be under his control whatsoever since dad would keep him away from you. You were his little girl, his everything and Draco knew, not about the sex though.

Draco left to do as he was told and you didn't wanted to waste a single other second, so you practically threw yourself at Lucius. Your hands all over him while kissing, there was hunger in that kiss, he wanted this just as much as you did. It was beautiful, to be so vulnerable and open to him, at last he pulled away from the passionate kiss.

"Darling~ We don't want anyone to see us... Go wait for me in my office, dad will come in a few minutes- be ready for me, sweetheart." A little pout made him smile but you didn't whine and did as you were told.

His office was just as it always was, messy yet sorted through. Your panties were already soaked, needy for daddy's dick. Impatience took over you so you sat in his chair and undressed into lingerie, a few fingers massaging the wet fabric of your panties. You didn't notice when Lucius came into the room, but while you were touching yourself you felt him kiss your neck from behind the chair. A small shiver went down your spine at the thought of him watching you masturbating in his chair.

"Keep going sweetie- I love seeing you like this, so needy, so beautiful for dad..." He whispered into your ear and went back to devouring your neck, placing soft and fierce kisses everywhere. A small moan left your mouth without noticing, the only thing you noticed was that his hand was now helping yours to find the pleasure you were aching for.

His hand slipped into your panty and you made a guttural moan, your body jerking towards his hand by reflex. His other hand coming up to cover over your mouth, muffled moans against his calloused hand were the only sound besides the sloppy sounds of him fingering you. You could feel his breath against you ear as he stood behind the chair.

"Come for me, I know you're almost there, I can feel the way you cling to my fingers-" You didn't need more, but just to make sure you will come, he curled his fingers just right. A single tear slid down your face at the pure pleasure and he licked it off of your face. You rode out the rest of the orgasm, aftershocks hitting you here and there.

"Good girl- now, I need you to give me your safe word, the usual." He praised in that sweet tone.

"Morsmordre. Don't worry dad, I'm sure we'll not have to use it- I've been thinking about this for the last week. No one fucks as good as you do, daddy." Your voice is breathy, still affected from the orgasm, but he nodded and smirked at you.

"Lay on the table, your back should be to me, let me see that ass." Without further ado you obeyed him, you lay there on his office table, stomach against it and legs apart. "You're so beautiful, my little girl."

He didn't warn you before intruding your pussy, a yelp of both pain and pleasure came out of you but you held your place. He grabbed your hands and put them behind your back, clutching them together with one hand of his as he started to move in you. So you were plastered against the desk, his cock moving in and out of you slowly at first but each thrust became harder and faster.

"Ah- fuck me dad! Ahm-" Words were hard to form when it felt so good to be under him this way. He didn't needed to be told twice though, and kept up with his pace, his hand sometimes spanking your ass, the sting compensating with the amount of pleasure he's making you feel. The way his hard cock draws out from deep inside you only to be thrusted back again, and again. It's like heaven and hell at the same time, his rough touch besides the fullfiling feeling of getting fucked, like the angels and devils made this sensation too good to be true.

"I heard you are a trouble maker at school. I should punish you for that-" He let go of your clasped hands and pulled out of you before you could reach your orgasm. You whined and stood from the table turning around.

"Snape hates me- I swear I wasn't doing that much trouble."

"That much? So you were causing some trouble, you're a naughty daughter. Dad must punish you now." And with that he picked you up into his arms, your legs went around his torso and you could feel his hard dick between the two of you.

"You will not get to come until you promise me to be a good girl in school!" He positioned himself to your wet opening and thrusted back in, a yelp of pleasure left you but it got cut off cause he wrapped a hand around your throat to keep you silenced. "For now, you'll have some time to think about it..." His other hand was cupping your ass to keep you on him. Your hand ran through his soft and long white-blond hair, he kept thrusting in and out of you, each time hitting that sweet and soft spot that made you shudder; but he never made enough friction to make you cum, just like he said.

He completely cut off your circulation and only let you gasp in precious air so much. It was all too much yet not enough at the same time. A few sloppy minutes passed like that after you nodded viciously, too needy to think about anything else then to finally cum again. He let go of your throat and waited for your answer.

"I-" Thrust. "Promise," Thrust. "to be" Thrust. "a good girl." That was all he needed to hear and he kissed you harsh. The hand that was on your throat before making a descend to circle against your clit, he knew how you liked it, soft and slowly a complete opposite as to how he's fucking you.

Your body needed nothing more to succumb to the pleasure he was denying you of before. Not long after you turned to nothing less but liquid he filled you up with his own fluids. The two of you staying in that position for some seconds, calming down from the pure ecstasy.

He pulled out of you and not even a second after his semen started dripping out of you, making you smile. With a soft kiss on your forehead he let go of you and opened his drawer, the one that was for the two of you, it always had a few towels and toys, it's like a little secret drawer, full of fun things.

Lucius went into the adjoined bathroom and came back with a now wet towel, it was cute that each time you two had sex, he cleaned you up and made sure that you're okay. Now was no different either, the wet towel made a soft contact with your skin and it made you tremble just a bit, the sensation so much different from the earlier minutes. With a long relaxed sigh you let him take care of you.

"I love you dad. Thank you." Once he was done cleaning both himself and you, you hugged him. No one knows how good of a dad he is but you, and that made you both sad and happy. Sad because no one will give him credit for being so good to you, and happy because he was all yours, and this was your small little dirty secret. He hugged you back and kissed the top of your head.

"I love you too, sweetie."

#dark fanfiction #darkfic #dddne #dead dove diner #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #archive of our own #lucius malfoy #harry potter #hp fandom #lucius malfoy x reader #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #lucius malfoy smut #smut

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tkdbimagines · 2 months ago

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Hey so... Me Again lol (which one? You'll never know). I had to come back to your inbox since I enjoy reading your stuff A LOT! and I had a thought. Cockwarming... Who enjoys it, who can stay like this for hours, who can't and instead ends in boomshakala with, ect? Or just with one ghoul of your choice as a little os. Go wild. Go creative. I just love your stuff

A/N: alright yeah i can work with this, lets see what we got here

Cockwarming Headcanons

Stays For Hours

Jin: I'm a lil torn here actually but I think he'd definitely use it as some sort of punishment at the very least, and if that's the case he's got all the patience in the world. He'll probably snap at some point but he's making damn sure you do first and he'll still make you wait after.

Tohma: Probably the best at it honestly, he's nothing if not a patient man AND he likes annoying you and causing you problems. He just likes seeing your frustrated face and lil sounds and it just makes him want to make you wait even longer :c.

Alan: He's got better patience than I think even he will give himself credit for, honestly. Though, I think he's mostly in it for the intimacy's aspect, not the sexual one. He just likes how close you feel because of it. That being said, if you start squirming around and teasing him, I cannot guarantee your safety.

Sho: Oh he's a bastard sometimes, he'll do it just to tease you. This is a source of amusement for him, he thinks its hilarious seeing how worked up you're getting just by him being inside you. Don't think whining or complaining will help it just finds it even better. He'll give in at some point, but it'll be a while.

Ren: Honestly put a game in front of him he might even forget he's inside you to begin with. It's probably some sort of cute bonding activity except for the you know. cockwarming aspect but it's fine. However he is one you can easily goad into fucking you if you move around a bit so have fun!

Ritsu: I feel like he'd just check out and start thinking about the cases he's working on JHGHJKJHJK. Like he's a lil insane like that but it helps keep him calm and patient which is good because otherwise you might be driving him insane, it's so fine. Probably another one you can goad by moving around just not as easily.

Subaru: Sweet sweet boy just likes feeling close to you, this is definitely 1000% just for the intimacy aspect he's not trying to tease you or anything he just likes feeling you :c. That being said he will never deny you anything so if you want him to do something he will but if not he's perfectly content staying like this for as long as possible!

Haku: Kinda similar to Tohma and Sho here, he's definitely doing this because he likes teasing you KJHGHJKLKJHG. He'd be the type to whisper filthy shit in your ear too while running his hands across your body to really rile you up while he was at it. He's a lil insane sorry to say but don't worry even he has his limits KJHGHJKJH.

Ed: This annoying ass vampire pretends he's too old to move. You know he's not, he knows you know he's not, but he's just like this he's irritating. That being said he'll also hold you in place so you can't move, wrapping his arms around you because 'you feel so nice he doesn't want to let go'. He will not let you win and is probably the one most likely to go literal hours godspeed.

Rui: I'm a lil torn on him too because I'm not sure how much he's really doing this to begin with, but I think he could if you wanted him to. Living with Ed gives you a lot of patience after all but the second you want more he's all for it so he's really just going by whatever you want.

Jiro: I mean, are we really surprised by this? He's so chill about everything so naturally he'd probably have an insane about of patience regarding this as well. And if he gets to enjoy seeing you squirm and let out little noises because of him, well, that's just a bonus c:.

Gives In

Luca: I think he would give it an honest try. I think like Rui he wants to do whatever it is you want him to, and if it's cockwarming, well he might not quite get it but anything for you! However, the feeling of you wrapped around him is so... He apologizes but quickly asks if he can move pretty soon after, though he does last a little bit at least!

Kaito: Alright we all knew he was going here, I'm not sure he'd last even a minute before having to move. He'd want to give it a genuine try, he would, but well. You probably both knew how this was gonna end when you asked him it's fine. It's worth it in the end anyway you both get to enjoy it <3.

Leo: Okay much like Sho, he's a bastard, even more so actually. However, he also doesn't have a lot of patience. So what I think he does, is he talks big, acting like he's not gonna move for hours or that he'll edge you for just as long, but in reality he does just enough to drive you insane so that you'll beg for him to move and it'll look more like he's giving you what you want rather than him giving in.

Haru: Don't do this to him, he's already stressed out as it is. Plus, he's got so much energy I don't think he could sit still long enough for it if he tried. If you do try to do this expect him to try to work you up even more, to convince him to let him move that way he can make both of you feel good :c.

Towa: I don't think this is Towa's thing honestly. Maybe as a more relaxing thing than anything else but I don't think he gets anything out of it. He much rather prefers moving inside you or maybe you moving on him, the specifics don't really matter much just anything other than staying still.

Romeo: Ha. Another one to talk big only this time he actually tries to follow through but can't. It's not his fault you feel so good clenching around him! He'll blame you for him not being about to last without moving, thrusting into you roughly while complaining about how insane you drive him.

Zenji: I think he's like Kaito, he'd want to try it for your sake but in reality, he just can't do it. He'd apologize like a thousand times for not being able to give you what you want but well, it's not like you're mad at this outcome either. He'll more than make up for it with multiple rounds as well so ! Alls well that ends well.

Lyca: Oh, poor boy does not get what the appeal is. He'll tell you straight up too when you ask him, he does not see what's so great about it. Once he tries it he gets it even less, why would he torture himself like this when you feel so good and he could be moving right now to make you feel good too? Yeah the frustration takes over on this one but it's so fine.

Yuri: Romeo part two, he talks so big and acts so tough but like. He's giving in we all know he's giving in. Once again he's very frustrated with not being able to live up to what he was saying, but well. Now you get to make up for it since you've wasted his time he could've spent researching for this nonsense. Either way do you really lose?

Weird Taiga Category

Taiga: It largely depends on how Taiga's feeling at that exact moment. Sometimes he won't bother with it at all and just starts thrusting rapidly the second he's inside you. Other times, he's got you close to tears before he even so much as moves a single inch, laughing at how pathetic you sound. You really do never know what you're gonna get with him which is why he had to be in his own category.

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tea-cat-arts · 11 months ago

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Ranking mxtx couples by whether or not I think they'd be good parents

(I'm 90% sure I'm forgetting someone)

Yep, next question (S)-

Wangxian: tried and tested good dads. I wish them luck with the whole “trying to get wwx pregnant” thing

They have some shit to work through, but after that I think they'd be fine (A)-

Ling Wen/ Bai Jin: if we're just going off the original publication, I would put them in a much lower tier, but since the revised edition added that thing about them raising orphans together and said orphans turning out alright before unfortunate circumstances, I'm putting them up here. I think they'll be alright once they work through the miscommunication

Xiao Xingchen/ Song Lan: They obviously have a lot of trauma they're working through, but I'd like to think they and A-Qing will be a loving family in the long run

One of them would be a good parent, the other wouldn't be a bad parent (B)-

Jiang Yanli/ Jin Zixuan: there's no canon reason for me putting them this low. Jin Zixuan just gives off a mediocre parent vibe to me (and we all know Jiang Yanli is the best)

Yushipei: Yushi Huang has good mom energy, and Pei Ming has been shown to be a not terrible mentor. I'd want the misogyny fully beaten out of him with a mace before I'd think he should have kids of his own though

Lang Qianqiu/ Little Guy: at the very least, they're making sure Guzi is fed, clothed, washed, vaccinated, and has access to education. Neither of them know what they're doing, but I think Little Guy is good at faking it. I wish them luck in their upcoming custody battle

You know what, surprise me/ I'll hear you out (C)-

Bingqiu: My first instinct is “no, do not bring kids into this,” but then I remembered tharnShen Qingqiu has a surprisingly decent track record? Like, Ning Yingying and Ming Fan both turned out a lot more health than they did in the original novel, and though I wouldn't call him in a good place, Binghe is doing a lot better than Bingge. The wild card for me here is Luo Binghe because I have no idea how he'd be with kids

Quanyin: Yin Yu had a decent track record until he was pushed into snapping. I think rn, he needs a couple centuries of being a babygirl before he's ready to parent again. No idea how Quan Yizhen would do though

Born to “dual income, no kids, rich uncles/aunts” (D)-

Fengqing: Feng Xin is canonically a bad dad. I know he's working on it, but it is what it is. Mu Qing has been shown to be decent with kids, but I think he’d have a melt down if he had to deal with the mess constantly.

Hualian: I mean, Xie Lian has raised three kids at this point and one of them became a god, another became state preceptor and then sorta complicit in a genocide, and one became god AND committed genocide + he babysat a ghost king for months and didn't even realize that's what he was because it was a miracle if he remembered to feed him… so, a mixed bag. Hua Cheng may be schrodinger’s child hater, but I'm intrigued by the idea of him raising kids just because I want to know how his own childhood would influence his parenting abilities. They should probably just stick to babysitting for now though

Mingling: Liu Mingyan is too busy writing gay porn to be dealing with kids, and I just can't imagine Sha Hualing as a mom

Please don't bring a kid into this mess (F)-

Beefleaf: Do I need to explain this one?

Mobeishang: Shang Qinghua should not be put in any position where he has to teach someone about consent (Binghe’s early attempts at flirting being a prime example of why that's a bad idea). I also think Mobei Jun is still working on the whole “why hitting people is not cool” thing.

QiJiu: I think the original timeline is a prime example of how they're just not in a place to be raising kids

Jun Wu/ Mei Nianqing: Xie Lian would like a refund on his adopted father figures. They had one kid and he only made it to age 20 because he was cursed to not die

#heaven official's blessing #tgcf #mdzs #grand master of demonic cultivation #svsss #scum villian self saving system #I'm not tagging every couple because idk all their ship names #hualian #bingqiu #wangxian #beefleaf #qijiu #fengqing #quanyin #yushipei #for anyone wondering about the “schrodinger’s child hater” comment:#HC is shown to be on good terms/likes Banyue and Guzi but in the revised edition theres a scene where HC says he doesn't like kids #but also in that scene he's brainwashed and thinks he's a rich 16 y/o #mentally preparing myself for the Feng Xin stans to explain why mr “behave xyz way or I wont acknowledge you as a person” is a good dad #Feng Xin is less of a himbo and more of a tall/buff Chilchuck and I'd like if the fandom at large acknowledged that #idk what ship I forgot to include but I know its not a Jaing Cheng ship #edit: the Binghe defenders are raising valid points but he's still a wildcard to me because of his trust and abandonment issues #I could see bingqiu being good parents like... 5-10 years after the series end point

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jenchan-writingmultis · 10 months ago

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Sylus SFW/NSFW Headcanons

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A/n: I wanna emphasize further headcanons for Sylus cause he got me in a chokehold, NSFW isn’t a lot cause I couldn’t think of much. I hope you like this one! Also, when I was writing this, Rafayel was on my screen saying “Babe don’t move, I wanna see if I can see myself in the reflection of your eyes” I am so sorry baby boy.

Also, I apologize for the separated posts, I, once again, reached the Tumblr limit. <( •̀ᴖ•́)>

Pairing: Sylus x AFAB Reader Warning: Toxic! Relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, Kidnapping, Forced Drug Usage, Exhibitionism, BDSM, Sadistic! Sylus, Cussing, Blood, SYLUS! (He gets his own warning) If there are warnings that I didn’t notice, please let me know, thank you!

Masterlist Sylus SFW/NSFW Headcanons (Part One)

Sylus SFW Headcanons (Part Two) ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ NSFW:

✄ He’s into manhandling. No matter what your size is, tall, short, chubby, or not, he will make sure that you know that even if you loom over him, you’ll be the one kneeling.

✄ He’s such a pussy man, he loves how pretty that part of you is, and while he finds you gorgeous in every way, he does have a certain infatuation with his girl down there.

✄ He’s the type to mating press you, he loves the way you whine about how your legs can’t hold out much longer, how you’re already sore, you think he’d give a shit? Your pussy is fluttering around his girth, he’ll stop when he gets to fill you up.

✄ He’s not really into cumming all over your body, he likes spilling it inside, the way your pussy twitches and tightens around his cock, that drives him wild.

✄ Sylus has demonic stamina, especially with how pent up he is, merely stalking you, watching you kiss other men, you think he wouldn’t bruise you up and make your body have the most mind-blowing orgasm? Spoiler alert! He would.

✄ While he has great control over himself, if you try to grind on him, or press your chest on his body, you’ll be bent over whatever counter was nearby and he’s going to breed you there. It’ll be unfortunate if you’re not into exhibitionism because he is.

✄ He doesn’t masturbate, he doesn’t see a need to, but if you insist on sucking him off, who’s he to say no? he’d let you roam your hands on his body if you’d like even.

✄ THIS MAN, IS INTO OVERSTIMULATION, he already loves seeing you cry, what more if it was cause you can’t cum anymore? Whether it’s on his mouth or dick, he’ll keep telling you that you can still cum. Heck, he’ll taunt you for it.

“Don’t tell me that’s all you can do? That’s disappointing, and here I thought that a renowned Hunter could take more.”

✄ He’s into BDSM. He already found you chained up arousing what more if he could tie you up further? Have your tits squished, and your stomach pressed on by ropes that could leave marks on your body? He loves that you’re sobbing cause of how tight it is, watch him fuck pleasure into your pain.

✄ Since he’s into BDSM, his favorite would be sensory deprivation, he likes covering your eyes, gagging you up, and making you guess which toy he’ll be using on you, it could be those round clit vibrators or the phallic-shaped ones. Either way, he uses all kinds of sex toys on you, as long as it gets you to sob underneath that blindfold, he’s satisfied.

✄ Not into quickies, he likes to edge you till you squirt on him, and he doesn’t like making you orgasm too fast, however, if he’s been too busy to give you attention when he wants to, he’ll have your recent outfit ripped off since he got a 20-minute break, and he needs some pent up energy to take out.

“It’s much better if you don’t wear anything whenever I go home pretty, taking off your outfit is troublesome.”

#lnds sylus #lnds x reader #love and deepspace #love and deepspace mc #loveanddeepspace #x reader #sylus smut #sylus x reader #l&ds sylus #sylus #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus #lnds #sylus love and deepspace

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luvst4rc0r3 · 3 months ago

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HII so idk what's going on with the whole pregnant reader thing but I feel like u stabbed me bcz why u gotta make it so sad😭 but I thought about the idea that after reader's miscarriage and Jinx takes in Isha, she gets a taste of what it's like to be a mom and it gives her the hope to try again. But then after Isha dies, everything all goes to shit again (events of act 3 play out), but then after Jinx gets out of jail and teams up with Ekko, she goes to reader and says something like "once this is all over, we're getting out of here." And they move to bildgewater together and have an actual child there in a more healthy and happy space :)) maybe for a time skip part but idk lol, anyway just thought I'd leave this here!! Live laugh love Jinx

request: Your “I don’t wanna be here anymore.”

It was super interesting.

And also made me cry😭😭

Can you write a happy ending for it?

TY if you do

request:I'm gonna need a good ending where Jinx and r have the baby and live happily ever after because that last ask fucked me up😭😭😭😭

"But good things don’t always last forever"

Jinx x F!Reader

WARNINGS: DEATH, MENTIONS OF MISCARRIAGE!! WC: 3165

NOTE: erm I hope yall are ok now.

Summary: After a heartbreaking miscarriage, you fall into despair, but Jinx—determined to bring light back into your life—unexpectedly finds a little girl named Isha, who needs a family just as much as you both do.

PT.1

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The hideout was quiet. Too quiet.

Jinx hated it.

She sat on the edge of the bed, bouncing her leg as she watched you, curled up with your back to her, shoulders trembling under the blanket. You’d barely moved in hours. Days. It felt like weeks.

Jinx wasn’t great with words, but she knew that whatever she said wouldn’t make it better. The grief sat heavy between you, thick and suffocating. She wanted to tear it apart, blow it up, do something—but this wasn’t something she could fix with bombs or bullets.

So, she stayed. As much as she wanted to run from feelings, from pain, she stayed.

She reached out, brushing her fingers over your arm.

“Hey, toots…” Her voice was softer than usual. Hesitant. “Y’wanna get outta here? Just for a bit?”

You didn’t answer. Didn’t even stir.

Jinx sighed. She pressed a quick kiss to your shoulder before getting up.

“I’ll be back,” she muttered.

You didn’t respond.

Jinx wandered the streets of Zaun, hands stuffed in her pockets, trying to ignore the ache in her chest. She hated seeing you like that. Hated knowing there was nothing she could do to take away your pain.

She needed to find something. Something that could help.

It had been weeks since everything fell apart—since the baby was gone. Since your heart had shattered into something unrecognizable. You barely left the bed, barely ate, barely breathed.

Jinx never said it, but you knew it scared her.

She’d always been the reckless one, the impulsive one, the wild one. But now, you were the one slipping away.

And Jinx? She didn’t know how to stop it.

So, she did what she always did when the world felt like too much. She ran.

Jinx wasn’t looking for a kid.

She was looking for a fight, for trouble—something, anything to pull her out of her head. Out of you and the way you wouldn’t even look at her anymore.

But what she found was a girl.

Small. Filthy. Silent.

Fell on top of her while some guys chased her.

Once Jinx shot off the guys she crouched in front of her, frowning.

“Hey, shorty. What’s your deal?”

No answer.

The girl just stared.

Jinx clicked her tongue. “Oh, great. You’re broken too.”

Still nothing.

Jinx was about to leave—she wasn’t in the business of picking up strays—but then she saw it.

A fresh bruise, deep and purple, blooming along the girl’s cheek.

Jinx’s stomach twisted.

“…Shit.”

She wasn’t good at this stuff. She wasn’t you. But you… you would’ve stopped. You would’ve helped.

And maybe, just maybe, if she brought this kid home, you’d look at her again.

Jinx sighed, rubbing the back of her neck.

“follow me or not. I don’t care”

She followed.

She studied the kid. Dirty, scared, alone. Just like she used to be.

Maybe… maybe this was it. The something she’d been looking for.

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You didn’t know what to think when Jinx came home with her.

You sat up in bed, blinking blearily as Jinx strolled in, dragging a small, silent child behind her.

“Babe, meet Isha. Isha, meet Babe.” Jinx grinned like this was normal. Like she hadn’t just brought home a whole person.

You just stared.

“…What?”

Jinx flopped onto the bed beside you, throwing an arm over your waist.

“She fell on me. Didn’t say a word. Figured, y’know, she could use some better company. We could use some better company.”

You looked at the child.

She was thin. Too thin. Her hands were curled into tight little fists, her lips pressed together in an unreadable line. She looked… wary. Not scared, not trusting. Just waiting.

For what, you weren’t sure.

But you knew that feeling.

Jinx sighed against your shoulder. “You’re not mad, are ya?”

You swallowed. No. You weren’t mad.

You were just… tired.

But when you looked at Isha—really looked at her—something deep inside you cracked.

Maybe it was the way she wouldn’t meet your eyes. Maybe it was the way she stood, stiff and defensive, like she expected you to tell her to leave.

Or maybe it was the way, despite all of it, she still stayed.

“…She can stay,” you murmured.

Jinx made a triumphant noise.

Isha didn’t react.

But when you got up and grabbed a blanket, draping it over her tiny shoulders, she didn’t flinch away.

That was enough.

For now.

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The first few days were quiet.

Isha barely made a sound. You barely spoke. Jinx bounced between watching you both like a hawk and blowing things up in the dead of night, like movement could stop her from thinking too hard.

But, slowly, something shifted.

It started small.

You’d wake up in the morning, roll over, and instead of being met with an empty bed, you’d find Isha sitting on the floor, drawing.

She wasn’t great at it—her little hands were too shaky, the colors smeared—but it was something.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you wanted to do something, too.

So, one day, you sat beside her.

She tensed—always waiting for rejection—but when you picked up a crayon and started drawing next to her, she hesitated. Then, slowly, she handed you a blue one.

That was the first good day.

Jinx practically vibrated with excitement when she saw the two of you, sprawled out on the floor, doodling nonsense.

“Holy shit, progress!” she cheered, flopping onto your back. “Babe, you’re alive again!”

You snorted, nudging her playfully.

“This is a miracle!” Jinx gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. “Someone get me a camera—this belongs in the history books!”

Isha watched Jinx’s antics with wide eyes, and when you turned to her, you swore you saw something flicker on her face.

Something close to a smile.

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You couldn’t sleep much anymore.

ever since everything.

And tonight? Tonight was bad.

She woke up to the sound of you breathing too fast, fingers twitching in your sleep.

She didn’t hesitate.

Sliding closer, she brushed your fingers through your hair, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“Babydoll,” she murmured. “Wake up, love.”

you gasped awake, eyes darting wildly until they landed on her.

She didn’t say anything. Just held you.

Your arms wrapped around you tight—desperate, grounding—and for a while, you both just stayed like that.

Then, small movement.

You looked up.

Isha stood in the doorway, blanket clutched in her hands, staring with wide, uncertain eyes.

Jinx let out a breath, forcing a smirk. “Hey, shortstack. Couldn’t sleep either, huh?”

Isha hesitated, then shook her head.

You lifted the blanket, silently inviting her in.

For a moment, she stayed frozen. Then, carefully, she climbed onto the bed, curling up between you both.

Jinx snorted. “Well, well. Looks like we’re officially outnumbered.”

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to Isha’s hair.

And for the first time in forever, you slept through the night, peacefully.

⊹────⊹ ꯭┄ׁ┄ ʚ͜♡͜ɞ ┄ׁ┄꯭ ⊹────⊹

It started with a rainy day.

Zaun’s skies were always grim, but today, the rain came in heavy, flooding the alleyways and making the apartment feel even smaller.

Isha sat by the window, watching raindrops race down the glass. Her little fingers traced them, following each droplet with quiet concentration.

Jinx groaned dramatically, sprawled upside down on the couch, legs hanging over the backrest. “I’m bored.”

You smirked, looking up from your book. “And whose fault is that?”

“Yours,” she shot back immediately, flipping onto her stomach. “Entertain me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Not my job.”

Jinx gasped, hand over her heart. “Wow. Rude.” Then, she perked up, eyes gleaming. “Wait. I got it.”

She jumped to her feet, startling Isha, who turned and blinked.

“Pillow fort.” Jinx grinned, pointing dramatically at you. “Right now.”

You raised a brow. “Aren’t we a little old for—”

Jinx was already tearing cushions off the couch.

Isha watched her with wide, curious eyes.

Jinx caught her staring and grinned. “Whaddya think, shortstack? Wanna help?”

Isha hesitated. Then, slowly, she nodded.

Jinx let out a victorious whoop! and tossed a blanket over her head. “Welcome to the chaos, kid!”

You couldn’t help but smile.

Within half an hour, the living room was transformed.

Blankets draped over chairs, cushions stacked like castle walls, fairy lights strung across the ceiling. It was warm, cozy, perfect.

Isha crawled inside, eyes wide as she ran her hands over the soft fabric.

Jinx flopped down beside her, arms behind her head. “Not bad, huh?”

You sat across from them, watching as Isha slowly, carefully, curled up between you both.

For the first time all day, she relaxed.

Jinx smirked, nudging you playfully. “See? Told you it was a good idea.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Alright, fine. You win.”

Jinx puffed out her chest. “Damn right I do.”

Isha watched your banter, something soft in her expression. Then—carefully, hesitantly—she reached out and took your hand.

Your breath caught.

She turned to Jinx, then did the same.

Jinx’s eyes widened.

Neither of you spoke.

You just squeezed her tiny hands, warmth blooming in your chest as the rain pattered softly outside.

⊹────⊹ ꯭┄ׁ┄ ʚ͜♡͜ɞ ┄ׁ┄꯭ ⊹────⊹

It started with Jinx.

Because of course it did.

She thought it would be hilarious to put blue dye in your shampoo.

You stepped out of the bathroom, dripping wet, staring at her with murderous intent.

Jinx, sprawled on the couch with Isha in her lap, burst into laughter.

“Oh—oh my god—babe, you look—” She was wheezing, wiping tears from her eyes. “I—I’m sorry, I can’t—”

Isha, sitting innocently beside her, covered her mouth, eyes shining with amusement.

You crossed your arms. “You think this is funny?”

Jinx gasped for breath. “Babe, c’mon, you’re literally blue!”

Isha let out a small, breathy giggle.

You smirked.

“Alright, Powder,” you said sweetly. “Game on.”

Jinx’s laughter stopped.

“…Wait.”

By the end of the week, it was war.

You switched Jinx’s sugar with salt.

She short-sheeted the bed.

You put hot sauce in her morning coffee.

She filled your boots with glitter.

Isha, watching the chaos unfold, was delighted.

And then—

The prank truce.

Because somehow, somehow, Isha got caught in the middle.

Jinx had set up an elaborate bucket trap for you, but you weren’t the one who walked through the door.

Isha did.

The bucket tipped.

Flour everywhere.

A long, long silence followed.

Jinx paled. “Oh. Shit.”

Isha, completely dusted in white, blinked.

You braced for tears.

But instead—

She grinned.

Then, the softest, most mischievous giggle bubbled out of her.

Jinx gasped. “Babe.”

You were already smirking. “She’s one of us.”

Jinx wiped a fake tear from her eye. “I’m so proud.”

And just like that, Isha became the ultimate prank war champion.

You had created a monster.

And honestly?

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

⊹────⊹ ꯭┄ׁ┄ ʚ͜♡͜ɞ ┄ׁ┄꯭ ⊹────⊹

Your life finally feels complete again.

For weeks you felt alone and scared.

Scared that you failed Jinx.

You saw Jinx actual feel like she has a purpose again.

But then—

when you both were finally settling in your guy’s new life.

she was gone.

But now—

you guys have Isha

finally feel full again.

but good things don’t always last forever.

⊹────⊹ ꯭┄ׁ┄ ʚ͜♡͜ɞ ┄ׁ┄꯭ ⊹────⊹

It happened too fast.

One second, you were all together—fighting, running, surviving.

The next—

Isha was holding a gun.

Your breath caught in your throat, legs moving before your brain could catch up.

Jinx screamed.

“Isha!”

Jinx lunged.

She almost made it.

Almost.

Isha’s eyes met yours—And then—

She was gone.

Falling.

And then—nothing.

Silence.

it wasn’t fair.

Not again.

Not her.

Not your baby.

⊹────⊹ ꯭┄ׁ┄ ʚ͜♡͜ɞ ┄ׁ┄꯭ ⊹────⊹

Everything burned.

Piltover was drowning in smoke, fire licking at the streets, sirens screaming in the distance. The air was thick with dust and blood, and the world felt like it was cracking apart.

And maybe it was.

Maybe you were.

Jinx stood beside you, gun smoking, eyes wild. Her fingers twitched on Fishbones, but her grip was steady. It always was in a fight.

She turned to you, breath ragged, face smeared with dirt and sweat.

“Once we’re out,” she rasped, voice raw from screaming, “we’ll get the life we always wanted.”

You swallowed, gripping your own weapon, heart pounding against your ribs.

“Jinx—”

“I mean it.” She reached for you, gripping your wrist like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. “No more running. No more fighting. Just us, babe. We’ll leave. Start fresh. We’ll have—”

She choked on the words.

But you knew.

She meant Isha.

She meant family.

She meant the life that was stolen from you both.

Your throat tightened. “Jinx…”

“I swear.” Her eyes burned, desperate, pleading. “Just hold on a little longer. Please.”

You exhaled shakily.

Then—slowly—you nodded.

Jinx let out a breath, pressing her forehead to yours.

For a moment, just one, the war didn’t exist.

It was just you and her.

Like it used to be.

Like it could be again.

If you survived.

If you made it out.

Jinx pulled back, smirking despite the blood on her lip. “C’mon, babe.” She lifted Fishbones. “Let’s finish this.”

And so, you did.

⊹────⊹ ꯭┄ׁ┄ ʚ͜♡͜ɞ ┄ׁ┄꯭ ⊹────⊹

The war ended in fire.

You made it out.

Barely.

With nothing but your weapons, the clothes on your backs, and the weight of ghosts in your hearts—

you both flew away.

Flew away from the wreckage. From the war. From everything.

And when you stopped running—

You were in Bilgewater.

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The first thing you noticed was the salt.

Bilgewater smelled like the sea—like salt and spice and damp wood. The docks groaned under the weight of ships, traders shouting over each other as people bustled past.

It was chaotic. Loud. Messy.

It was perfect.

Jinx stretched, arms high above her head, letting out a long, satisfied sigh.

“Smells like fish and crime,” she said, grinning. “I love it.”

You snorted. “You would.”

She turned to you, nudging your side. “You sure about this, babe? New place, new start—no more blowing stuff up for fun. You ready for that?”

You exhaled, looking out at the ocean.

The wind was soft here. The sun actually touched your skin instead of hiding behind smog.

You turned back to Jinx, taking her hand in yours.

“Yeah,” you murmured. “I’m ready.”

Jinx’s grin softened.

She squeezed your hand.

“Then let’s go home.”

It wasn’t much.

Just a small shack near the docks—rickety, barely standing, but yours.

Jinx spent weeks fixing it up, scrounging for parts, muttering about “engineering genius” and “making this place badass.”

You just watched her work, heart full for the first time in what felt like forever.

Because she was happy.

You both were.

No more war. No more running.

Just waking up with Jinx tangled around you, her hair messy, her breath warm against your neck.

Just late nights on the rooftop, watching the waves, talking about nothing and everything.

Just peace.

And one day, as Jinx lay beside you, fingers lazily tracing patterns on your arm, she whispered—

“We made it.”

You turned to her, brushing blue strands from her face.

“We did.”

She smiled, soft and real, and for the first time in a long time—

There were no ghosts.

No war.

No grief.

Just you and her.

And the life you always wanted.

⊹────⊹ ꯭┄ׁ┄ ʚ͜♡͜ɞ ┄ׁ┄꯭ ⊹────⊹

Bilgewater had been home for a couple months now.

The war was a distant memory, just a story told in whispers between you and Jinx when the nights stretched too long and the past felt too close.

Life had settled.

Jinx still tinkered, still got into trouble, still stole things just because she could. But she was happy. She laughed more, slept easier, held you like she was afraid you’d slip away in the night.

And you?

For the first time in your life, you were at peace.

But something was missing.

Something you and Jinx didn’t talk about out loud—not for months, not after what happened.

Then one night, as you both lay tangled on the couch, a storm raging outside, Jinx spoke—soft, hesitant.

“…Do you ever think about it?”

You didn’t have to ask what she meant.

You turned to her, fingers brushing absentmindedly through her blue strands. “Every day.”

Jinx swallowed.

She sat up, looking at you—really looking—and her voice was barely a whisper when she said—

“What if we tried again?”

Your breath caught.

Jinx rushed ahead before you could answer.

“Not—not to replace her,” she stammered. “Never that. Just… I dunno. We had a good thing. A great thing. And I think we could—” She exhaled sharply, eyes darting away. “Forget it. Dumb idea.”

You caught her chin gently, making her meet your gaze.

“It’s not dumb,” you said. “It’s perfect.”

Jinx blinked.

Then—slowly—her lips curled into a small, hopeful grin.

⊹────⊹ ꯭┄ׁ┄ ʚ͜♡͜ɞ ┄ׁ┄꯭ ⊹────⊹

BONUS!!!!!

⊹────⊹ ꯭┄ׁ┄ ʚ͜♡͜ɞ ┄ׁ┄꯭ ⊹────⊹

It took time.

But one day, finally, you held her.

Tiny. Fragile. A weight so light it barely felt real in your arms.

You stared down at the baby, throat tight, heart pounding in a way you hadn’t felt in years.

Jinx hovered beside you, practically vibrating.

“D’you think she’s defective?” she muttered.

You snorted. “Jinx.”

“She hasn’t said anything.”

“She was literally just born.”

Jinx huffed, poking the baby’s cheek. “Still. I expected more personality.”

The baby let out a soft, sleepy sigh.

Jinx melted.

“…Okay, that was kinda cute.”

You shook your head, smiling. Then, quietly, you whispered—

“Isha.”

Jinx froze.

The boat went silent, save for the distant sound of the waves against the docks.

You looked up, meeting Jinx’s eyes.

Her breath hitched.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then—slowly—Jinx exhaled, her lips curling into something small, soft.

She reached out, tracing a gentle finger over the baby’s tiny fist.

“Isha,” she repeated, voice barely above a whisper.

Like it was something sacred.

You nodded, eyes stinging.

“She deserves to be remembered…both kids need to be remembered”

Jinx swallowed, blinking rapidly.

Then, suddenly, she grinned.

“Well,” she said, nudging your shoulder. “Let’s just hope this one doesn’t start a prank war.”

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to Isha’s tiny forehead.

“No promises.”

Jinx smirked.

Then she leaned in, brushing her lips against yours, whispering—

“We made it.”

You smiled.

“Yeah,” you murmured. “We did.”

And as Isha let out a tiny yawn, curling into your chest, the past finally let go.

The war was over.

The ghosts were gone.

And the life you always wanted?

It was here.

It was real.

And it was yours.

I love making angst and fluff stories!! They are so fun to craft!!

I want sleep.

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Meet the Family 9

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, reference to suicide and Lloyd being offensive, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your boss needs a last-minute favour for the holidays.(petite!reader)

Characters: Lloyd Hansen

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Migraines always leave you a bit foggy. Like a hangover, or even a concussion. You power through the airport, waiting in line with your mustachioed curse. Lloyd taps his toe incessantly, adding to the plethora of overstimulation all around you. This isn’t how you envisioned your holidays.

It’s the 26th and you’re supposed to be on your way home, not catching the flight you booked for two days before. And alone. You’re supposed to be alone.

You take your boarding pass and leave Lloyd’s for him to grab himself. He huffs and follows after you. He’s like a big dumb dog sometimes. It’s amazing that the realization only comes over you then. It’s pretty obvious when he’s not behind a desk growling like some mafioso. He’s no kingpin, he’s a clown.

You drop into a seat, your carry-on beside you, and he claims the seat to your left. He’s on the edge, jiggling his leg. You could thank him for upgrading you both to first class but he’s the reason you’re even there. It’s the least he could do.

You cross your arms and stare through the haze. The first-class lounge is quiet and softly lit. Isolated but for the pest next to you. He continues to fidget. Is he nervous? You didn’t think that was possible since he seems to lack any degree of self-awareness.

“So, gimme the down low. You got a mom? Girl like you screams daddy issues. Is he still around?”

You sigh. “Sure is.”

“Wow, okay. Good guy? Strict? Shit, knowing you, he must be a hard ass,” he scoffs. “Should I put on my best behaviour? Should I have worn a tie, Pixie pie?” He tugs at the collar of his turtleneck.

“What you can do is hush,” you retort. “Jesus, I’m tryna get my head together.”

“Last night was wild,” he agrees, though it’s not the point you were making, nor a statement of fact. “We were so close, Pix. You shoulda just laid back and let the magic hands do their tricks. Promise,” he smooths his mustache, “this isn’t just for show. I’ve been told it adds a lot of sensation--”

“Ew. Would you—if you even say any of that in front of my family--”

“You gonna spank me?” He asks brightly and sits back, slinging an arm over the back of your chair.

“Please. I have to at least make this believable and you’re not making it any easier,” you snarl.

“Are you serious? Our chemistry is like if Einstein banged a beaker--”

“Einstein was a physicist--”

“Science is science, baby. All I know is there’s something here and the sooner you accept it, the harder I’ll-- I mean the easier this will be.”

You look at him dully. All those years you spent bending over backward for him. Behind the mask, he’s a cretin. You always had a suspicion but he was never your creep to deal with.

“How do you do that?” He asks.

You grumble and shake your head, turning your glare to the flat screen across from you.

“How the hell do you skin a man with your eyes? It’s bone tingling and boner-inducing, but damn, it’s something else,” he shifts in his chair noticeably, “you’re gonna make me fly all the way to Canada at half-mast?”

“You can book a seat across the plane from me if you’re going to keep on,” you warn him. “I’m really not in the mood. We have a deal. I’ll do my part. Pretend, nothing more, and you’ll keep your hands to yourself and give me my money.”

“I got it, baby. I’m a businessman,” he turns straight and plants his feet wide. “I make deals every day. You’ll get yours.”

“I want an advance--”

“An advance? What the hell do you mean? I paid for first-class. Elite,” he punctuates with his finger. “Advance, my juicy ass.”

“Ten. In my account. Before take-off.”

“Pfft, you don’t trust me?”

“No, I don’t,” you affirm. “More so, you owe me. I defaulted on the refund on the flight you made me miss. Oh, and I didn’t get to see my family. On Christmas.”

“Jeez, well you don’t seem that happy to,” he accuses.

“Money, now.”

“Fine, but I get one titty grab--”

“You get nothing. Mon-ey.” You rub your fingers together.

He huffs and leans forward as he takes his phone out. He rolls his eyes and taps around on the screen. He takes a deep breath then pushes down. He shows you the screen. “Go ahead and check. You got your blood money.”

“This is your idea,” you retort.

“It is my idea but you’re rejecting all my other ones. Like, you know, a sexy massage with a happy ending...”

“You’re going to give me another headache.”

“I’ll take it. At least I make you feel something.” He shrugs.

You shake your head at nothing and check your phone. You can never be too careful with him. Sharing a room has more than proven that.

🎁

You put the in-flight earbuds in and resign yourself to the hours ahead of you, trapped in a flying canister, next to this incessant man-child. He really brings out the bitch in you. That irritates you even more. You could do anything before without much thought at all; you just got through but Lloyd makes everything a task.

You close your eyes as the video babbles on. It’s a new release, but those are all remakes and sequels without any real interest. The altitude does little for the shadow of achiness that lingers in the base of your skull. One wrong move and you’ll reawaken your migraine.

The steady thrum of air around the plane lulls you in a stupor. Just enough for you to stop caring but not deep enough for sleep. You let your head fall toward the window and sink into the numb daze.

A small tickle makes you shift. You think nothing of it. It’s so small, it could be nothing. Then the sensation travels down to your knee and back up your thigh. You smack Lloyd’s hand before he can repeat the action.

“Quit,” you hiss.

He spreads his hand and curls his fingers into your tender flesh. You squeak and open your eyes, clasping onto his wrist as he needs. It’s as if he pinching your nerves.

“Ow, oh, stop--” you protest.

“Come on, baby,” he leans over and winks. “Just let me pet the kitty. It’ll help you relax.”

“How many times can I tell you the same thing--”

“Just like a dog, you need to be repetitive. Conditioning or whatever,” he purrs.

You glance past him at the low wall blocking out your seats from the sight of the other pods in first class. You clutch his two middle fingers and squeeze. You bend them back until he grunts and recoils.

“You touching me isn’t going to make me relax--”

“Never know if you don’t try,” he wiggles his brows.

“Trust me, I know.”

“I’m sure your family don’t need you in a pissy mood. I’m doing it for them, Pixie.”

“Can I ask you something?” You narrow your eyes, “does the begging usually work?”

He snorts. He shakes his head and sits back, raising his palms, “you will be flattered to know I don’t usually beg.” He leans against the seat and rests his head on the cushion. “When I tell a girl to hike her skirt up, she just does it. All of them but you.” He clucks and rolls his eyes. “You know that pretty blond from Pristine? Yeah, whenever she comes around, I got her bent over the desk. Thought you’d catch on, she’s not very quiet.”

You won’t grace him with an excuse. You don’t need one. You’re usually busy, minding your own business, running his errands. You never cared about his office flings.

“Maybe you should’ve asked her to meet your family,” you suggest.

“Kidding me? She never shuts up. I gotta stuff my tie in her mouth. Usually why I turn her around--”

“Lloyd,” you snap.

“Jealous?” He smirks and you stare back blankly. “You know what? Gotta admit, you surprised me, Pixie Pie. Always quiet in the office, scurrying around like a little mouse. I figured you’d be good because you’d keep the yapper shut. Turns out, you know how to cut deep.” He pushes his shoulders wide and settles. “Never saw mom like that. Or Lillian. Yeah, that was good. You really got her.”

He snickers and flutters his fingers menacingly. You yawn and look at the small screen. You don’t know what’s going on in the movie. What you do know is that Lloyd Hansen has more issues than one person can solve and you’re not there for anything but business. This is work. You’re getting your money and you’re moving on.

🎁

Landing is usually a relief. You’re always happy to be on solid ground but it feels shaky as you walk off with your travel companion. The bounce in Lloyd’s step concerns you. He’s much too eager for this.

He grabs his bags from the carousel, yours too before you can even approach. He loads them all onto a car and steers it around the airport. He’s whistling as you get through the terminal and head for the front doors. As you step outside, he chatters and stops short.

“Holy grizzly dick, it’s freezing here,” he puffs a cloud of steam as his nose tints pink.

“There’s not much more snow here than back in the States.”

“Nah, it’s fucking frigid. Should’ve known,” he shivers and tucks his chin down. You make note of his snipe but don’t acknowledge it. “You maple drinkers drive on the same side of the road?” You glare at him and he winces as he meets your eyes. You’ve booked him trips to Vancouver several times. “Kidding. Obviously. That whole polite stereotype is bullshit, huh, Pix.”

You ignore him and hail a cab. You just want to be still. The last few days, you’ve been upended. The long drive, his family, the hotel, then a plane ride on top of it all. You’re ready to just stop.

He wheels the cart around to the trunk and leaves it to the driver to load. You want to admonish him but you’re over the argument. You know you’re going to need your energy. You get in and he climbs in with you.

He blows into his hands then rubs his cheek. “Santa dropped a load on this place, huh?” He unzips his coat and reaches under it. He fishes around the inside pocket and slips out a pair of glasses. You furrow your nose. You’ve never seen him wear glasses.

“Where did you get those?”

“Hipster boy in coach. Snagged them when I hit the restroom,” he explains and pops them on, leaning against you as he cranes to see his reflection in the rear-view mirror.

“You stole glasses?”

“Borrowed,” he insists then turns to you. “What’d ya think? Am I the perfect good boy for mom and pop?”

“You think glasses are gonna do something?”

“We talked about this, we gotta be convincing, sweetheart. I gotta be a man that sweet lil Pixie would go for.” He adjusts the glasses. “I read Hemingway and have a degree in Social Justice.”

“Shut--” you catch yourself and sniff. “I don’t even like Hemingway.”

“Jane Austen? Really? A romantic?”

“Does it matter?”

“I’d say. We have to at least pretend we can stand each other. Not just...” he looks down at his lap, “stand for each other.”

“Ugh, well, start with cutting out those nasty remarks. Second, try, uh, taking care of...” you gesture over your lip, “this.”

He blinks and his brows draw together. He touches his upper lip, “my mustache?” His eyes widen behind the lenses. “Um, this is style, honey.”

You scrunch your lips as you try not to laugh. He really believes that. You shrug as the driver gets in. He crosses his arms.

“Whatever. Judge me but don’t just the stache,” he snips. “So, you gotta tell me. Favourite book.”

“Do I?”

“Well, we’re ‘engaged’ so I think I should know,” he argues.

You watch through the windshield as the taxi follows the airport traffic to the street, “The Bell Jar. If I have to choose one.”

“Oooh, Plath. How... depressing. But I knew it, you’re a reader, Pixie. Bet you like to sink into a hot tub and get cozy with a good novel. You get the kinky one, let the hand wander below the surface--”

You elbow him and he cackles. “Alright, sorry. I just—a man’s used to eating daily.”

“Maybe a diet will do you well,” you retort.

“Cheat day will come soon enough,” he says. “I’ll do my best to keep my pants on, just don’t go putting your head in any ovens.”

“You’re awful,” you exclaim. “That’s awful.”

“Alright,” he combs his hair back, “gonna be a good boy. Promise.”

“You can take the glasses off.”

“I kinda like ‘em,” he grins and pinches the arms.

You make a face but say nothing. The city passes by and your eyes gloss over the familiar sights. The taxi drops you at the rental place and you pull up the booking. There’s at least an hour before you get outside Toronto, then another to your mom’s place. You take the keys and jingle them at Lloyd.

“Wanna drive?” You ask.

“I don’t really know where I’m going,” he says.

“Right.”

“Besides, Pixie, you got control issues.”

“Me?” You scoff. “Sure.”

“Oh, you do,” he assures you as you cross the lot to the rental. “Once you give in to them, you’ll be a lot happier and I'll be your perfect sub.”

You pop the trunk and tut as you approach the driver’s side, “get the bags in the car, would ya?”

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