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hannieoftheyear · 11 months ago

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sexting with Mingyu pt.2

how much does a relationship (more like a 'forced to coexist' acquaintance) change after sexting? the result may shock you.

this is part 2 of my sexting au! you can check out part 1 here

✧.* genre: kim mingyu x fem reader, pwp, smut with fluff at the end, MDNI!

✧.* w.c: 6k hehe

✧.* warnings: switch mingyu, lotss of teasing, fingering, cum eating, protected penetration, he has a big dick, size kink if you squint.

✧.* note: thank you so much for the support on the first part♡ I hope you like this, and I'm sorry if there are any mistakes

Kim Mingyu: guys I told Seokminnie to come at 9😊 [15:36 pm]

Kim Mingyu: come to my place at 8 so we can arrange everything🙏

Kim Mingyu: and don’t forget to bring the stuff on the list😁

The new text from the group chat made exclusively for tonight’s surprise party lights up your screen, taking your attention away from the tv show you were watching.

You have the urge to ask why he decided the time on the same day, but you don’t. You have a feeling that things are still a little awkward, and you never talked much anyways so it would be weird.

These few days, even if you tried not to, the only thing occupying your mind was your little chat with Mingyu.

Can sexting change your view of a person? That sounds so stupid. You were never mean to him, on purpose at least, and you would always think twice before going somewhere if he was going too. But now, you find yourself a little excited at the idea of seeing him.

You have about four hours to get ready and half an hour to get to Mingyu’s place. There’s plenty of time, so you finish the episode of New Girl you were re-watching and begin to get ready.

You absolutely do not think about seeing Mingyu for the first time since your… conversation. Not during your shower, where you shave your whole body. Not while picking a cute outfit you don’t usually wear that flatters your body and shows off your boobs. And absolutely not while doing your make up, you just happen to choose a red lipstick that has been sitting collecting dust since you bought it. There’s nothing wrong with trying different things sometimes!

Looking in the mirror, you realize that maybe you went a little overboard, not enough so that your friends would think it’s on purpose, but it is definitely noticeable.

Whatever. You’ll welcome whatever attention you might get. There’s no time to change anyway. You have to leave now, or you’ll be late, so you grab your purse and go out.

You were tasked to bring the cake, so you drop by the cake shop a few blocks from your home and take a taxi afterward. It was a simple two tiered pink cake that said “Happy Birthday," but looking at it, already seated on the cab, you can’t help feeling like you’re forgetting something.

Checking the list over and over again doesn’t help. It only says “cake" and your name beside it. You’re thinking about what could possibly be so obviously necessary that no one thought to write it down. And then you remember, CANDLES! Painfully, obviously, and pretty needed for a birthday cake.

It’s too late to go back now because you’re already 2 minutes away.

It’s fine.

It’s completely fine.

You’re sure someone else might have thought about it and will bring some. Mingyu has to have candles around just in case the power goes out. Maybe in the box there’s a candle the cake shop puts just in case.

The taxi leaves you at 8 pm sharp at Mingyu’s building. You try to calm down during the elevator ride, and it’s not until you’re at the door, knocking, that you remember at whose house you’re at. And realize that it’s just a little bit too quiet inside.

Mingyu opens the door, knowing it’s you on the other side. You’re always the first one to arrive.

You know you should be more put together, but you’re left without words at the sight of him. His hair is pushed back, a little wet still. He was probably on the shower while you were on the way. His outfit is simple, black jeans and a white t-shirt, but it somehow looks amazing on him. How does someone make a plain white t-shirt look so good? It’s almost unfair to everyone else.

Too lost in thought, you don’t realize you have the same effect on him. He’s left breathless by the sight of you. He thinks you have never looked this beautiful.

A door opens at the end of the hallway, and the sound takes you both out of your trance. He’s the first one to speak.

“Hey sorry, come on in.” Mingyu says with an embarrassed tone you almost don’t catch. He moves to the side to let you through and speaks up again. “You’re first like always.”

“Yeah, they can’t be punctual at all." You’re standing awkwardly looking at the cake in your hands while he closes the door.

“Should I put this in the fridge?" Your eyes point to the cake Mingyu didn’t register before.

“Sure let me -" He tries taking it from your hands, but you back away.

“I can do it.” It comes out drier than you want to, so you look him in the eyes and show him a little smile. Even if your “friendship” didn’t change drastically in a matter of days, you don’t want to still have a rocky relationship. That seems to make him relax.

“There should be enough room.” You hear him say as you’re walking towards the kitchen.

You know his apartment like the palm of your hand by now. It seems like he’s the only one willing to have many people over at once, so the hangouts are always here.

He follows behind you and stands in the kitchen while you try to figure out the best way to store it without getting it damaged.

“Oh I should tell you I forgot the candles, I’m sorry I don’t know why I didn’t think about it but I remembered on the way here and it was too late, but I thought maybe you had some here but if not we can just ask the guys I’m sure some of them aren’t even on the way yet and-" You turn around after you place the cake on the fridge and you blurt out the apology, only to find Mingyu standing right behind you.

He's so close you can smell his cologne. The one he always uses that you secretly love and wish you could steal, but he doesn’t have to know that. His body so close to yours does not affect you. In any way.

“I bought them don’t worry.” You sigh, relieved that you didn’t ruin anything with your stupid mistake.

“Oh thank God!" You start and look at him in the eyes, “Thank you, really. I was panicking on the elevator. I thought I ruined the cake because-"

“You should be a rapper." Mingyu suddenly interrupts you.

“What?” You look at him, very confused by his statement, and he just laughs.

“You just said 50 words in like two seconds.” He adds in between laughs.

“Don’t laugh at me!” You punch him lightly on one arm, “I was actually worried!” You really try to sound mad, but his laugh is awfully contagious and brings you to laugh with him.

“I don’t think you spoke that many words to me in years." He suddenly says, still laughing, but your smile dies slowly because you realize he’s right.

“Yeah well…” You’re looking at him directly in the eyes. His smile is still plastered on his face, a little faded but there nevertheless.

Your eyes move to the side, to not make eye contact with him as you say “Things change.”

The atmosphere shifts as fast as a heartbeat. You’re suddenly very aware of your body so close to his. Mingyu’s gaze wander to your lips a second too long before it goes back to your eyes. Slowly, he begins closing in the space between your bodies. You step back but find yourself caged in between him and the counter.

His warmth embraces you when he places an arm on your side to cage you in more. He has to crouch to look you right in the eyes. “How?” You barely register his question, his closeness making you dizzy. “What?”

“What changed?” For sure he’s trying to take a reaction out of you, and you hate that he’s succeeding. But you can have your fun too.

“You know… when you make a guy cum in his pants your relationship changes.”

He doesn’t seem affected by your response, quite the opposite, actually. He might be enjoying it, judging by the smirk forming on his mouth.

“You know damn well I did not cum in my pants”

“Didn’t you? Huh… I guess I wasn’t that impressed because I would remember otherwise.” Impressed you were. And remember you do. But you like annoying him.

He sighs, acting shocked as he puts his right hand on his chest. “How could you?” You giggle at his silliness.

But his arms are back to caging you in a millisecond. “I’ll have to make you remember then.”

You can’t resist it when your eyes drop from his eyes to his lips, suddenly calling to you like he’s got you under a spell. He seems to notice because his smirk makes a reappearance.

So slow, you barely even notice, his face comes closer by the second. It's so painfully slow he’s for sure doing it on purpose.

“And how would you do that, may I ask?” Now it’s your turn to smirk as your eyes go up back to his eyes, defying him.

His face is so close now that you can feel his breath on you. Your lips are only separated from his by bare millimeters. You’re about to tilt your chin up to connect them when someone knocks on the front door.

Mingyu drops his head as he sighs and separates from you a few inches. Your hands find their way to his chest and push him back a little to draw his attention.

“You should probably get that.” His head goes back up at your words and gives you a disappointed look.

His gaze goes down to your lips. “I don’t want to.” You smile at his reaction. You don’t really want it either, but more people are going to start showing up, so you need to get going. The person outside knocks again, and you push him one more time, a little harder this time, so he gives you space to leave his arm prison.

“Go! I’ll start putting up decorations.”

He gives up and let’s his arms go from the counter, but you don’t move. You watch his form as he turns around and walks to the door.

You were always amazed at how tall he was, his broad shoulders and strong back that somehow ended in a tiny waist. Somehow, what he was wearing today accentuated all of that.

The door opens, and you hear Mingyu welcoming whoever was outside.

The night goes as smoothly as it could have. When Seokmin arrives, everyone shouts happy birthday, and he looks genuinely surprised. But then you all find out he actually knew because Soonyoung accidentally told him yesterday. Wonderful evening.

After all the singing and shouting, someone you can’t see puts music, and the drinks start rolling in. You had no idea there was that much alcohol at the party to make like 15 people drunk, but you’re not complaining.

It's already 4am when you start feeling the effects of alcohol leave your body.

You’ve been sitting on the couch watching Wonwoo destroy everyone at Mario Kart. You don’t dare to try to play against him, so you just sat back to laugh.

Everyone eventually grows bored of the game. Some go back to their homes, but you and a few others stay to hang out.

Mingyu, on the other hand, started tidying up when people started leaving. He doesn’t mind people staying over, but he prefers cleaning now, so he doesn’t have to do it when he wakes up. He’s still listening to the conversation, though, throwing in a few comments here and there or laughing.

When he finally finishes it’s a little over 4:30 am. There’s no room on the couch, and he doesn’t want to sit on the floor, so he stands against the wall facing the group.

You’re sprawled out on the couch, resting your legs on top of Vernon’s who’s sitting at the other end. The guys are debating about… something. You stopped understanding a while ago. You just laugh when someone says something funny.

It’s when Mingyu comments about something Wonwoo said that you notice he finished with whatever he was doing, standing there in his full glory. Your eyes can’t seem to move away from him, and you don’t resist it either. His hair is now messy, and he's sweating a little bit. He catches you staring and raises his eyebrows. You shrug in response.

The chatter becomes background noise as you two play a staring game. You don’t dare move your eyes off of him, and he doesn’t either. After a few minutes, you motion a “What?” With your mouth.

He grabs his phone without breaking eye contact, but ultimately does to unlock it and starts texting someone. You realize that someone is you when his gaze is back at you, and your phone vibrates in your back pocket.

No one is paying attention to you. The guys are still debating, maybe about something else now, so you grab your phone without getting noticed. The only person who notices is Vernon because you move your legs off of him, but he doesn’t even glance at you, just re positions himself.

Kim Mingyu: so how long are you staying? [4:33 am]

You look up at Mingyu with an incredulous look, and he just motions for you to reply.

You: wow no emojis this time

Kim Mingyu: I’m being serious😔

When you look at him he’s actually making the same face as the emoji. Cute.

You: for how long am I welcomed? [4:34 am]

Kim Mingyu: you can stay however long you please

You: I was thinking I might leave when the guys leave

You: but they seem to have a lot of energy today

Kim Mingyu: I can tell them to leave [4:35 am]

You: you want me to leave that badly?

Kim Mingyu: I want you to stay.

Kim Mingyu: but I don’t want them to be here

You giggle at his response. That definitely draws attention to you because Seungkwan asks “Who’s got you giggling like that?”

“No one.” You rush to reply, and hope no one sees your eyes dart to Mingyu before adding “You don’t know him.”

The interest dies soon enough, but you know Seungkwan will ask you again later.

Your eyes find their way back to Mingyu’s to find him already looking at you, waiting for you to text him again. You raise your eyebrows at him before going back to your phone.

You: don’t be mean they’re your friends! [4:37 am]

Kim Mingyu: when I’m done with you you’ll thank me

You: done with me?🤔

Kim Mingyu: you’ll see…

Kim Mingyu: do you want to stay? [4:38 am]

You: only if you make me breakfast in the morning

You: I hear you’re a really good cook

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he starts subtly kicking everyone out, saying stuff like “hey guys it’s getting late," and “you’re all gonna be wrecked tomorrow."

Someone jokes “that’s him politely asking us to get the fuck out", and everyone laughs as they start picking up their stuff.

You also start grabbing your stuff and cleaning around you, although slower than everyone else.

It’s around 5 am. when the last few start heading out the door. You get asked how you’re leaving. You lie and say you called an Uber, and you’ll just wait here for it.

You’re back on the couch as Mingyu closes the door after the last person leaves, awkwardly sitting while waiting for him.

Butterflies show up on your stomach when Mingyu appears in the hallway, walking straight to you with a smile on his face.

The atmosphere feels awkward as he sits beside you. You want to say something, but your mind is blank. There’s really only one thing you can think about.

Mingyu opens his mouth to speak, but you get up and sit on his lap, one leg on each side of his hips.

“So what’s with all that talk earlier?” Your hands position themselves on his shoulders almost like they’re meant to be there.

Mingyu’s shocked for a second before he focuses his eyes on your lips and licks his.

“C-Can we talk about what h-happened the other day first?” He mentally kicks himself for stuttering. But his words contradict his actions. His hands are around your waist keeping you in place, and his eyes don’t leave your lips, like he’s on a trance.

“What happened was…” You grab the side of his face and get close to his ear to whisper “You got horny because of me, and I helped you.” Slowly, you go back so you can see his blushed face. “Is that right?”

But blushing doesn’t prevent Mingyu from teasing you too. “Acting like you weren’t practically begging for me huh?” His hands slowly travel from your waist to your thighs.

“Says the one who actually begged to cum.” You try your luck and grind softly against his growing bulge and he squeezes your thighs, closing his eyes lightly.

“You liked it.”

“I did, yeah." Now your hands are on his very firm chest. Mingyu sighs as you grind on him again, a little harder this time. Your faces are so close you feel his breath fanning over you, and you can’t resist your eyes when they focus on his parted lips.

When he opens his eyes again there’s only one thing on his mind, the thing that has been plaguing him since you arrived so many hours ago.

“Can I kiss you?” Mingyu says softly, almost in a whisper.

“I thought you wanted to talk?” You grind on him, hard enough to feel his already hard bulge, and you feel how your panties get ruined by your arousal.

“You’re funny.”

“I get that a lot.” Mingyu’s hands go back to your waist to make you grind on him again, setting a pace that’s not fast but hard enough to create more friction between your cores.

Electricity flows between your bodies. You wrap your arms around Mingyu’s neck, your faces barely millimeters apart. His lips are still parted, just like yours, releasing little sighs that almost make your lips barely touch.

“Please.” He pleas in a whisper, and you swear a million butterflies explode in your stomach. You can’t resist it anymore. You can't resist him.

You connect your lips with his, and Mingyu reacts instinctively. He wraps his arms around your waist, almost as if to keep you from getting away. As if you ever would.

The feeling of his lips against yours is addictive. He’s kissing you like he wants to erase any trace of anyone who has ever kissed you, making your lips his, so needy and hungry for more.

He thrusts up, making you moan in his mouth, and takes the opportunity to meet his tongue with yours, deepening the kiss and making you more addicted to him. If that’s even possible.

Mingyu’s hands start roaming your body, traveling from your waist to your thighs, and then up to your neck. Your skin burns everywhere he touches, and you want more. You want to feel him everywhere all at once.

Your hands play with the hem of his shirt. You lift it up just a little so you can touch his abs without fabric in the way. You feel him smile against your lips at your touch.

He breaks the kiss, and you chase after his lips. When you open your eyes, you find him smirking at you. His lips are swollen, and he’s stained red all around because of your lipstick. You figure you look the same. “Eager are we?"

“Yes very in fact.” You grab the hem of his shirt again and push it up. “Take this off.”

He obliges, but not before laughing softly at your eagerness. You follow his moves and also remove your tiny top. You can’t move your eyes away from his bare chest, and your hands immediately touch him, but he stops you.

“This too.” His hands sneak behind your back to unclasp your bra.

As soon as the bra is off, you push yourself against him and kiss him again. His hands are quickly on your tits, thumbs going in circles around your nipples.

“Ah! You’re making me crazy.” You manage to say almost in a moan.

The clothes in your lower bodies soon begin to annoy the both of you, and the friction is no longer enough.

Reluctantly, you get up, and now it’s his time to chase after your lips.

Mingyu understands immediately and also gets up. You remove your shorts while he gets rid of his jeans, and in no time, you're sitting on top of him again. Only your underwear in between you now.

You trace kisses down his neck, leaving marks, so that he has a reminder of you for a few days. His now fully hard dick presses against your clit just right. Your panties are so soaked they’re beginning to stain Mingyu’s boxers too.

He kisses you hard to quiet down both of your moans, as his hands sneaks down to your core and his fingers start stroking your pussy through your panties.

“You’re so wet already.”

“That’s because you’ve been teasing me for like 20 minutes.”

“Are you complaining?”

“No.” You roll your eyes playfully. “But if you don’t actually touch me in the next five seconds I’m going to lose my mind.”

He chuckles, and you think he’s about to kiss you again, but you’re starting to learn that Mingyu is a man full of surprises.

In a swift move, he turns your body around, your back now against his chest, and spreads your legs wide. One hand sneaks under your panties while the other plays with one of your boobs.

You quickly turn into a moaning mess as he starts circling around your clit and pinches your nipple. But it’s not enough. “Mingyuu.” It comes out more whiny than you’d like, but right now that’s the least of your worries.

“Tell me.” His finger slows down but also presses harder. You squirm under him, and he kisses your neck softly. “What do you want? Tell me.”

“I-I need your fingers.” Your words barely get out.

“But I am touching you” He feigns confusion. His fingers stroke from your hole to your clit, collecting your arousal and spreading it.

“Inside.” You grind on his fingers in hope of getting more friction, but he slips his hand away from you. You see his fingers glisten with arousal and feel a new wave gushing out of you. “Please.”

You don’t see, but rather feel Mingyu smile against your neck. “Whatever you want baby.”

His hand is back under your underwear in no time, playing with your hole and collecting your juices with his fingers. You grind against his hand as he slides two fingers in.

Not even your imagination could have prepared you. His thick fingers stretch you more than you ever could, and the slow but deep thrusts let you feel him in places your fingers could never reach. You can’t hold back the moans that comes out of you.

“Oh my God! Mingyu faster please!” You’re not ashamed to beg anymore.

His palm is creating friction on your clit while his other hand is still playing with your nipples, and he thrusts into you faster.

You pace your grinds to match his hand, and you’re sure this is what heaven feels like. You feel the tightness in your stomach close to snapping.

“I’m so close!” You breathe out.

Mingyu slows down his thrusts, and you’re about to complain when you feel him add a third finger. He’s stretching you deliciously, knuckles deep inside you. You can feel him everywhere.

“Cum on my fingers c’mon” He demands as he speeds up. His fingers reach the spongy spot inside you that makes you jelly and abuse it.

You’re cumming on his fingers faster than ever. Shaking on top of him as he thrusts his fingers in and out slowly, helping you ride out your orgasm.

When he finally pulls his fingers out of you, you’re still breathless. Mingyu surprises you again when he moves his slick covered fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.

You remove your panties once and for all and turn around. You feel his still hard cock under you and he winces at the friction.

“That was really hot.” You state, and his whole face turns red.

“I’m not done with you.” In one swift movement, you have your back against the couch and your head on the armrest. “I really wanna eat you out.”

And who are you to stop such a determined man? You grab his face and kiss him hard, tasting your arousal in him. “Okay.”

He starts a trail of kisses on your thigh, slowly going down until he reaches your cunt, but skips it and starts kissing your other leg. You whine in response as you grab his head and put it back on your core. You feel his breath on your bare cunt and shiver.

He looks at you in the eyes and barely licks your lower lips. You sigh at the little contact. “Stop teasing.”

His hands open up your legs and he flattens his tongue on your lips, licking in up and down motions and kissing your clit.

When he experimentally wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, you moan and instinctively close your thighs around his head, keeping him in place.

With his head now trapped in between your thighs, his tongue licks you from your clit and to your hole, tasting and savoring your arousal like it’s his last meal.

He toys with your clit and your hands find themselves in his hair again, pushing him more against your cunt. He moans when you pull at his hair, sending vibrations straight to your core and you feel a wave of arousal gushing out of you and to his mouth.

His tongue teases your hole, stroking the tip in and out lightly. You push his head into you again and his nose bumps into your clit, taking a moan out of you.

“Feels so good" You grind against his tongue as it keeps teasing your hole and his nose stimulates your clit.

Your orgasm hits you hard and fast and you’re cumming on Mingyu’s mouth in no time. He keeps his mouth on you, licking every last drop of arousal that gushes out. You have to pull at his hair to make him stop.

When he lifts his head up from you, his chin is shiny with arousal, and he’s smiling.

You waste no time and make him sit on the couch again, “Now it’s tour turn."

You kneel on the floor as you remove his boxers. Even after seeing him on video and feeling him under you, you were not prepared to see how big Mingyu actually was.

His cock springs out against his stomach, angry red and already leaking pre cum.

It barely fits in your hand, and he sighs at your touch. You give a few experimental pumps, but he stops you.

“I don’t have much longer. Do you have a condom?”

“You wanna be inside me that bad?”

“Yes.” He responds quickly. You chuckle as you grab your purse. You find the one you put while getting ready and open it.

He squirms under your hands as you put it on him. As soon as the condom is on, he grabs you and gets you on top of him again. You both sigh as your cores touch.

You grind on him, covering his cock with your juices and you both moan as he traces your neck with bites and kisses.

“Looks who’s teasing now.”

“It’s fun seeing you frustrated.” You stop your movements, and he looks at you frowning. You can’t resist his sudden cuteness and give him a peck as you resume grinding on him. His tip grazes your clit and you shiver.

“You’re making me crazy.” He breathes out, and you can’t help to chuckle.

“Can you cum like this?”

“I want to cum inside you.” His whiny response takes you by surprise.

His hands grab you by the waist and lift you up. With one hand you grab his cock and position it under your hole.

You steady yourself, putting your hands on the back of the couch, and slowly start going down.

If you thought his fingers reached places no one ever has before, then you’re sure his dick is creating more space for you to feel him. You can feel every vein dragging inside of you.

You suppress your moans by kissing him, and he sighs in your mouth when you bottom out.

You’re so full you’re having trouble breathing. He keeps you still, giving you time to adjust. Even the tiniest move makes him twitch inside of you.

“You’re so fucking big Mingyu.”

“I told you I'd make it fit.” He wraps his arms around your waist and brings you to him to kiss you. You moan, feeling him grind inside you, and he stills.

You start grinding on him slowly. You’re sighing on each other’s mouths, savoring every drag of his dick inside of you, feeling him reach deeper with every thrust.

Your hands travel to his chest and start playing with his nipples. He thrusts up when you pinch one nipple lightly, hitting exactly where you need it and making you moan louder, so you do it again.

“Yes like that Mingyu.” That encourages to start thrusting up harder and matching your pace.

One of his hands creeps down to your cunt and start playing with your sensitive clit, still wet from his spit, and the other plays with one of your nipples.

You start clenching around him, eliciting a moan out of him.

“You’re so tight around me baby.” He says almost in a moan. “I'm so close."

His thumb is still playing with your swollen clit, making you squirm and clench so hard it’s hard to keep grinding on him. You collapse on his chest and he embraces you as he fastens his moves.

He's thrusting so deep and hard. You're sure he's marking you as his. Ruining you for any other man, spelling his name in your insides so you're forever his.

Your bodies are so close together that your clit is rubbing against his abs, a friction you've never experienced but it makes the tightness on your stomach come so close to snapping you can almost taste it.

A few hard thrusts later you’re coming undone on top of him. But his thrusts don’t stop, chasing his high while you’re clenching around him, making him go crazy. You’re staring to feel the overstimulation when you feel him twitch inside you, and his thrusts come to a stop.

You stay like that, your head on his shoulder and his arms around your waist while you regulate your breaths. Your torsos pushed together allow you to feel the beating of his heart.

Mingyu relaxes his arms from around you, and you release yourself from his embrace. You wrap your arms around his neck and look him in the eye.

“So what did you want to talk about?” He chuckles at your question.

“I’m still inside you, and you want to talk?” His reply sends shivers down your spine, and you unconsciously clench around him. He drops his head back in a sigh, and his hands find their way to your hips.

“Are you staying over?” Mingyu looks at you with puppy dog eyes, and even if you wanted to, you couldn’t say no to him. You just nod as an answer, and he smiles like you just gave him a million dollars.

He surges forward to kiss you and you both wince at the stimulation from the sudden movement. “I think we should get up.” You chuckle with his mouth still on yours.

He helps you get up, and you instantly miss the fullness of having him inside.

While you grab your clothes from the floor, he disposes of the condom and goes to his bedroom. He comes back with one of his shirts to give to you. Your stomach gives a little jump at the idea of sleeping with his t-shirt as he shows you where the bathroom is so you can clean up.

When you finish and go to Mingyu’s bedroom, he’s waiting for you already inside the covers, a smile still plastered on his face. You sit on the bed and give him a peck, but he doesn’t let you go as he deepens the kiss and hugs you close to him.

“Mingyu the sun is about to come up. We need to sleep.” You manage to say with his lips on yours, and he smiles. You separate, but neither of you make any moves to go to sleep. You lay facing each other, admiring each other’s features in silence, when he suddenly says.

“Can I confess something?” That definitely wakes you up.

“You’re not a murderer are you?” You joke, and he shakes his head as he puts one string of your hair behind your ear.

“I know we didn’t really like each other until a few days ago…" He says, now with a serious expression on his face, and you listen carefully. “and I’m not saying this just because you made me cum on the phone…” He continues very seriously but you can’t help to chuckle lightly. Mingyu removes his eyes from you a little embarrassed by what he’s about to say, “and I don’t know why you sent me that photo the other day and I might be embarrassing myself saying this but, I think I kinda like you and I don’t want this to be a one time thing.”

You stay in silence a few seconds, processing what Mingyu just said. He doesn’t dare to look at you.

“Can I confess something too?” Your question makes him look at you again. He stares at you with those puppy eyes you’re learning you’re too soft for. “I sent that picture by accident the other day.” He looks worried, fearing that what you’re saying means you’re rejecting him, so you quickly continue, “but I don’t regret it.” You see a little smile appear on his lips. “I think we were very stupid not talking all these years, we could’ve save a lot of time if you just showed me your monster cock before!” You can’t help to joke to lighten the serious mood and he laughs with you.

You grab his face and give him a little peck. “I think I might like you too, but we need to see how it goes first.”

He smile grows impossibly wider at your words. “Let me take you on a date tomorrow.”

You chuckle at his eagerness. He’s too cute for his own good. “Ok let’s go out tomorrow.”

He hugs you and brings you closer to him again, taking his time sweetly kissing you while his hands sneak under his shirt to touch your skin.

In a swift motion, Mingyu traps you under him again, your back on the mattress, and he presses against you to let you feel his already growing bulge. “Oh my god you’re insatiable.” You say as you grind against him, earning a moan out of him. “Look who’s talking.”

note: thank you so much for the support on the first part♥︎ I'm sorry the ending is kind of abrupt

#mingyu smut #mingyu au #seventeen smut #seventeen au #svt smut #mingyu hard hours #svt hard hours #seventeen hard hours

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magicalink · 1 year ago

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Do they fuck or do they make love?

Headcanons with no specific AU! Mainly character x reader but it ended up implying character x character ships too in sime characters. I wrote this headcanons and when I was reading them to my boyfriend (who is my only beta reader) he started giving his opinions about them and I found his comments absolutely hilarious so I decided to include them! 🤣 First go my headcanons about the character and then my boyfriend's comments indented. Some of them are unhinged 🤣

Venti: Depends on the partner and the situation. He adores making delicate love to you but he's always up for a quickie in the middle of the house, the forest, anywhere and anytime you're willing. And oh Archons, is he intense when he does any of the two! He likes sex to be THE experience, and he tends to be over the top when it comes to it. Also an uncontrollable moaning machine.

Bf: Nah, he fucks. All the time. Cuz he is drunk all the time. We all know his only love is alcohol. I agree on the moaning machine part though, he is loud and doesn't care if others hear.

Diluc: Makes love. He has no time for sex if it's not with the love of his life. Doing it with him is a ceremony to remember. Expect long sessions full of kisses, heartwarming confessions, and body worshipping.

Bf: Accurate. Total gentleman. He only makes love. And possibly the first time you do it he will propose to you the morning after.

Childe: Fucks. He is all in for the adrenaline and pleasure in life, whether it's battle or it's lust. He wants to dive in and feel as much as he can,the more intense and dangerous, the better.

Bf: A fucking degenerate. He loves violence and competition and if he doesn't get it in sex then he's not interested. More of a masochist than a sadist, don't be surprised if you fight him and he ends up insinuating sexually to you. Especially if you're winning the fight. He wants to get beaten up. To sum up, he has a very weird way of "making love"...

Xiao: Makes love. To him, it's something sacred that should be shared with the people you love and respect the most. Will worship every inch of your body and be desperate to convey his feelings to you. Will focus completely on your pleasure, so make sure to calm him down and reward him a bit too!

Bf: Turbo virgin who self cock blocks all the time. He is always afraid: of hurting you, of making you uncomfortable, of saying something wrong, of looking at the wrong place...If you moan he asks you if you're okay. He gets soft all the time because he is afraid of hurting you. He has suicidal thoughts half the encounter. But yeah he makes love.

Albedo: Who knows, really. He's still studying what's the difference between the two. And he sure is doing an experiment and carefully studying it when he has sex with you. To be perfectly clear, he loves you, but this whole thing about sex and human relationships is new to him so he's trying to understand all these new feelings.

Bf: "Making love? Fucking? What is that? I'm the chalkman." Doesnt have a dick and if he had, he is not interested in human relationships at all. But if you manage to fuck him he would be writing down notes about it the whole time.

Scaramouche: Fucks because he thinks giving in to love will make him weak.💔

Bf: Fucks and he only thinks about his mommy issues while doing it. He only fucks to dissociate. And if you treat him with basic human kindness he will start seeing you as a maternal figure so be careful.

Wanderer: Now understands that lying about his feelings is the true form of weakness and doesn't want to waste a single more second of life, he makes love to you making sure he makes crystal clear how he feels about you: in the most explicit, toe-curling, fluid dropping way he can. If you like it hard, prepare to be smacked until you can't sit the following day.

Bf: He's gone to therapy so the mommy issues are better but he's still annoying af. He plays hard to get and pretends not to be committed but the truth is he's just being tsundere and hiding the fact that he is eating from the palm of your hand.

Kazuha: Makes the finest comfiest love in the world. Fucks like a horndog when he's drunk or high but won't stop telling you how crazily he loves you while doing it.

Bf: He is high af the vast majority of the time and during sex, it's no exception. If you manage to fuck him sober he will be the super reflexive and emotional type that cries during sex. But he fucks you lovely but won't make love to you, he only makes love with the love of his life Tomo, the rest of you are his cattle. He's a super friendly guy so after sex he will share his weed with you.

Gorou: He's a gentleman who wants to become good at making love but is extremely shy and gets flustered easily so he fucks sloppily. An adorable sight to behold!

Bf: I agree he is a little gentleman.

Tighnari: Makes love. Except when he's in heat. Then you have to be prepared if you wanna handle him.

Bf: another stoner. He would experiments with aphrodisiacs all the time, makimg them into weird salts or sth.

Cyno: Very similar to his jokes. He's completely sure he's giving his best at making love to you or Tighnari and showing you his devotion, but his poker face, stoic manners, and scary appearance make him look like he's angry fucking you. He doesn't get what he's doing wrong and doesn't do it on purpose. But it doesn't matter since you know him very well and not only are you used to his antics but you also have become sensitive to his very subtle changes of expression.

Bf: He can't help bit to tell bad jokes when he fucks. Self cockblocks himself all the time: either he goes soft in the middle of the act because he's laughing at his own jokes or he makes so cringy jokes that his partner gets uncomfortable and leaves. He can't help it, if he doesn't get them our he will explode.

Itto: Fucks wildly but it's his way of making love. He is just too brute to control the size and strength of his body, especially when he is under the effect of the feral feelings he has for you.

He loves you so much he can't help but to pick you up like you're a potato sack and swirl you in the air like you are a rag doll and take you with him everywhere. When he hugs you he leaves you breathless, when he kisses you he leaves you all sloppy and when he fucks you…well he leaves you sore for weeks but let's say it's totally worth it!

Bf: totally disagree! It would be so hard to fuck him, he would be clueless and friend zone or family zone you all the time. If you tell him you wanna be more than friends he would say "Superfriends??" With the biggest smile. And if you manage to fuck him he would be super careful, he knows he is a brute and is scared of hurting you.

Thoma: Makes super lovey-dovey love. Always double-checks if you're comfortable and enjoying the experience. Knowing he's making you feel good makes him glad and arouses him so don't be shy and tell him if he's doing it well!

Bf: nononono, absolutely wrong, you're blinded by his looks. He is a degenerate masochist and he only fucks Ayato. They have this weird dynamic where he literally acts as his dog.

Ayato: Another one who depends on the partner and situation. Honestly, he's so overworked that he desperately needs a good fuck. Ok maybe many of them. But not only he doesn't have the time, but also he can't be seen sleeping around due to his political position, so probably he'll only get to have sex when he finally finds the person he wants to marry. He hopes to be able to marry someone he actually loves instead of marrying for political reasons. So if you're the lucky one, expect heated sessions of lovemaking from this touch-starved man! Also, he'll love you but that doesn't mean he's gonna stop being a merciless tease 👀

Bf: Degenerate sadist who only has eyes for Thoma and makes him go through so much weird stuff they don't even remember what is to have normal sex. Tying him up and putting him on a leash is the most normal thing out of what they do.

Kaeya: Fucks. He lives for the spectacle and the mystique of it. Also, he's super popular around Mondstadt and wherever he goes so he sleeps around a lot. He has tons of admirers from both sexes and he makes sure to reward their love and devotion. He knows exactly how to please people, how to exacerbate his natural beauty and how to leave them crazy for him. He's simply so erotically natured. Probably the most experienced guy you know in the field.

Bf: Agree. Turbo slut. No more comments needed. If he manages to open his heart he can be sensitive. But that only happened once and it was with his own reflection in a mirror.

Heizou: Fucks lovingly 💕 He loves teasing and making his partner flustered. People and relationships are simply so fun and fascinating to him. And when he gets to be sexually intimate with someone it's even better! If you end up involved with him, be prepared to be taken to your limits.

Bf: Another degenerate. Probably makes you pretend you're a criminal to chase you around town. Pretty sadistic and I can imagine him having yandere tendencies. A cool guy though. When he is not horny.

Al Haitam: Zero interested in the matter. Until he met you. He is learning everything from scratch and even though he's always been a fast learner in everything, this subject is particularly hard since he needs to stop rationalizing and let his feelings take control for once. But his feelings for you are pretty intense, so little by little he is learning how to make love to you 💚

Bf: I imagine him as a turbo aspirator 3000. He would suck your soul out of your genitals. If you manage him to make him interested in sex, which is highly unlikely because he is like 0 interested in any kind of human contact. I picture him having sex with Kaveh and Kaveh would be a pillow princess and Haitham despite being the kind of guy who always sits down and just reads books he would be restless in bed, doing all the job and moving him around.

Kaveh: Another sweet-sweet love guy! He'll make sure to treat you like a princess and spoil you rotten in and out of the bedroom. He'll do the corniest expressions of chivalry but please bear with him, it genuinely comes from his heart. But if you want to see a more sloppy and wrecked side of him, you can always seduce him after he goes to the bar…

Bf: Sassy pillow princess. Or prince? Idk how to say it. He doesn't do anything but he will be all the time criticizing or praising what you do like a talent show judge. "Come on? Is it the first time you suck a cock or what?" You can imagine this kind of behavior is what infuriates Al Haitham and motivates him to go feral and fuck him around the whole house until he shuts the fuck up.

BONUS: This is an old draft but now that Neuvillete and Wriostheley are out, we couldn't let them out! So for this, we are interchanging roles, my bf will give you his headcanons and I will comment!

Bf: I'm 100% sure both Neuvie and Wriot are completely opposite in bed from their personalities in public. Our chivalrous and calm Neuvie is a pasional beast in bed. He is unsatiable, he is a dragon after all. Gives me the same vibes as Zhong Li who acts super calm but when fucking Childe he destroys 3 hotel rooms every night (exactly the type Childe loves. He got a crush on him when he struck him down at Fontaine's court. I'm sure Zhong Li will get jealous when he finds out and we will have some dragon drama going on) Back to Neuvie, he is super feral but he doesn't fuck, he makes love. It's his draconic way of making love. He is also very emotional and if he likes you, after having sex and having calmed down, he will open his wallet and start showing you the pictures of his 300 Melusine daughters and tell you their names and each of their jobs. He is a very proud dad.

Wriothesley loves you from a distance. While you fuck he is super sweet and loving, but during everyday life, he sucks at showing his feelings. He reminds me of the dad of Komi San, super silent but full of love. He communicates through glances (like a dog). Everyone thinks he is a bad boy but he's a super sentimental guy (won't admit it though) If you give him a gift he will treasure it forever and if someone breaks it or steals it from him he will beat them up.

One of his phrases would be "If something happens to my schmoochpsiepups I will kill everyone in Teyvat and then myself," and when he messes up with you for being unable to show his emotions he goes to a karaoke and sings "Baka Mitai" all depressed. He has 0 emotional intelligence and would go there often, crying "Oh, I wanted to tell Y/N how much I love them before they went away and I just groaned 'hmmm' AGAIN 😭😭".

YET ANOTHER BONUS: If Neuvillete and Wriothesley were in a romantic relationship, I'm sure Neuvie would tell him about all of his Melusine daughters. Wriot would act all cold and as if he didn't care but in fact he remembers all their names and thinks about them as his adoptive daughters. Don't be surprised if you walk down the street and see a Melusine falling down and he rescues her and goes to buy her an ice cream cone. He is a proud dad too.

Me: I have no comments. I agree with everything. And Wriot singing Baka Mitai would be amazing, he has the voice of Jotaro and Erwin after all.

FINAL THOUGHTS: Wow this post was longer than intended. AND ONLY NOW I realize we left Lyney and Zhong Li out. I guess bc to me Lyney is kinda teen coded? I feel like they wasted so much husband material making him look so young. I've seen the fandom drawing him as an adult and he looks so hansome. And both my bf and I rambled about Zhong Li but we forgot to include an entry for him 😂 He says it's ok because he's tied to Tartaglia and we spoke about him in Tartaglia's section 😂 God we are a disaster. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the post, whether you found the headcanons hot or my bf's comments funny. He is scared of getting cancelled though 😂

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mulloey · 6 months ago

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treatment plan • seonghwa

seonghwa’s not your average therapist. neither are his methods.

warnings: dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, psychologist au, doctor x patient, unethical psychologist park seonghwa, like i can’t stress how fired he’d be if this happened irl, pretty iffy abuse of power but verbal consent (though irl that doesn’t make it ok ofc), fingering, talks of reward and punishment, part 2 may come eventually. don’t like, don’t read. i’m not responsible for your triggers and hate will be blocked.

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When your old therapist had told you she would be moving to another hospital, it seemed like the end of the world, especially given that one of your main reasons for being there was your fear of abandonment. But laying eyes on her replacement for the first time has part of you wishing she’d abandoned you even sooner.

There’s no denying, the man is gorgeous — tall with dark eyes and perfect, flawless skin that you ache to feel on yours — and he seems to know it, too, by the way he sits in his chair like a throne, legs spread comfortably, back slouched. But as attractive as he is, he’s your therapist, and a good one at that; though you as the client would have less at stake than him when it comes to unprofessional relationships, your first session reveals to you that he’s actually very good, maybe even better than the woman you had before, and you get the sense he could actually help you. He’s attentive and calm and right from the start seems genuinely interested in your well-being. You feel at ease with him, and though focused and professional, he seems at ease with you too. Maybe that’s how he is with all his patients, but it hurts no one to do a bit of wishful thinking about the way he looked at you when you introduced yourself for the first time.

Even now, as he rattles on about your issues and problems and all the other reasons you’re here, he has you hanging on his every word. Maybe it’s his voice, deep but with a lightness that makes him sound perpetually amused, or the way he holds eye contact with you when he speaks. But whatever it is, you know you’re going to work very well together indeed.

“With Dr. Campbell, you mainly focused on your fear of abandonment, childhood trauma and…” he pauses, staring blankly at the thick file and you stifle a laugh because you know exactly what he’s looking at. “Well, she called it Daddy issues,” he says. “Can I assume that was your… phraseology?”

“You can,” you grin and you think you almost catch him smiling too. “I like to use simpler terms for things. Make it less clinical.”

He frowns slightly, staring up at you through his glasses before scribbling something down in his notebook. “You don’t like things clinical?”

“I don’t,” you say. “I just can’t open up properly if I feel like a patient, like I’m sick. That’s why I chose this place.” You gesture vaguely at your surroundings — wall-to-wall bookcases, dark oak tables and leather armchairs set against dark green walls. “And it’s why Dr. Campbell had me call her Mabel. If she felt more like a friend I could speak freely with her.”

He nods, writes something else then turns his gaze back to her. “In that case, maybe you should call me Seonghwa,” he says.

“Seonghwa,” you repeat. “Dr. S Park,” you say, referring to the bronze sign hammered into the door of his office.

He laughs a little and it makes you laugh, too. He looks nice when he laughs. “You can forget about that now. Just call me by my name, and I’ll call you by yours if you like.”

“Yes please,” you nod. “I hate being called Miss.”

“Yes, it’s quite sobering, isn’t it?” He says, laughing again. “Too formal. Makes you feel like a real adult.”

You shrug. “Kind of.”

“Well, not to worry, we’ll use first names in here.” He pauses, turning his head and your eyes follow his to the clock, which delivers the news that your time with him is up about as delicately as a blow to the head. You wonder how the hour you’d paid for had possibly gone by so quickly; you allow yourself to think he looks a bit disappointed, too.

“Well, it’s been a pleasure meeting you,” he says, standing up and stretching out his hand to shake. “I believe I’ve got you booked in at the same time next week, if you’re interested in continuing this.”

“I am,” you confirm.

He smiles. “Good. Get in touch if you need anything until then and try to think about what you’d like to talk about next time.”

You whisper a thank you and he nods, smiling. “I think we’re going to make a very good team,” he says.

Oh Seonghwa, you think. We most certainly will.

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Surprisingly, the next week goes by in a flash; you’d expected it to drag out as you sat in waiting for the next time you’d see Seonghwa, but work has, perhaps mercifully, kept you too busy to even think about him until the day arrives. When it does, in your excitement you even endeavour to put on some light makeup and your ‘good’ pair of jeans. Trying to keep it professional, you have to whisper ‘he’s your therapist’ to yourself a few times on the drive over there, but while you’ve no intention of jeopardising your professional arrangement, you still hope he sees and notices the effort you’ve made. Maybe even likes it.

As soon as he calls your name he seems to notice your getup, pausing in his greeting to look you up and down. His eyes meet yours; questioning, curious. “Big night?” He asks, amused.

You laugh, shaking your head. “I just felt like it. I wanted to look nice.”

“Well, you do,” he smiles. You blush. “To my office, then.”

You follow him down the by-now familiar hall, watching as he unlocks the door and gestures for you to go in first. You take a seat in your respective chairs and he wastes little time on small talk before diving into your issues. The first fifteen-odd minutes pass by uneventfully before you slowly, subtly feel the conversation shift. Seonghwa almost clams up listening to your descriptions of your coping mechanisms (sex, mostly), face focused and pupils dilated as you relay all the gory details of how you like to be treated. When you’re done and blushing furiously, he stares at you for a second for leaning back.

“Well,” he says. “I have a few thoughts on that.”

“What are they?”

He shifts in his seat but doesn’t look uncomfortable. “You do these things because lack self-discipline,” he says. “Your ‘daddy issues’—” he pauses, clearing his throat and you see the ends of his ears are pinkish “— and the coping mechanisms you employ for them, have made it hard for you to keep yourself in line, so you rely on outside sources to do it for you. But you have none.”

You stare silently at him, mouth slightly agape. It’s his job, of course, and he’s been highly trained for it, but you’re still shocked at how easily he can read and understand you, can identify a problem you thought unexplainable. Maybe he sees a lot of girls like you. He’s probably told them the exact same thing, looked at them with the same dark eyes and knowing smile. You don’t know why the thought makes you so annoyed — and if you do, you’re choosing to ignore it.

“You’re right,” you say quietly, finally, and he nods. “What do I do about it?”

“It’s hard to alter thought processes and needs we’ve developed in childhood, but it can be done over time.”

“How?”

He leans forward, face stoic and there’s a tangible shift in the air. You swallow. “If your need is met during your therapy,” he starts, “it could give you the mental space to begin to reduce its presence.” He leans back against the chair, eyes on you as he gauges your reaction.

“Which need is this?” You ask quietly, both afraid of and excited for the answer.

“Discipline,” he answers shortly. “Being kept in line. Everyone needs it to function properly but by adulthood most can do this for themselves. You cannot.”

You frown, a bit embarrassed and he sees it, smiling softly before speaking again. “It’s not a bad thing, and nothing to be ashamed of, but it does need to be addressed. I would like to help you with that.”

“How?”

He says nothing, just stares at you, face blank. He wants you to realise the answer alone, and he wants you to say it.

“You?” You whisper and he smiles.

“Me,” he says. You shift uncomfortably in your chair and he watches you, unmoving.

“I don’t know what to say,” you admit.

“You don’t need to say anything else. I just wanted you to say it and acknowledge it aloud.”

You nod, still unsure of what exactly he’s talking about but you think you have a good, dizzying idea of it.

“It’s an unconventional practice,” he continues, “but you would really benefit.”

“By you… keeping me in line? Disciplining me?”

He nods, humming softly. “Exactly. At least until you’re able to do it yourself.”

“Is this ethical?” You mutter. You don’t know if you want him to hear you or not, but he does.

“It’s therapeutic,” he says quickly. He frowns and you feel the need to apologise, take back everything you’d said and all the questions you’d raised so that he’ll stop. But he’s quickly smiling again and you relax, slumping back against the chair. He regards you with amusement, almost like he’s toying at you, but at the same time he’s deadly, intimidatingly serious.

“I…” you trail off and he smiles, talking again.

“I understand it’s a lot to take in, but nothing would be beyond the boundaries we’d set together and anything we did would be strictly professional and for your benefit. This is to help you, and it will help you,” he stresses.

You feel his suggestion begin to take shape in your mind — him guiding and disciplining you, you following his lead in the exact way you’re starting to think you’ve always craved. But there’s gaps, important gaps in the image in your head and you frown.

“So you’d set rules?” You ask, blushing.

“I would call them goals,” he says. “But yes, they’re essentially rules, and I’m happy to call them that.”

You nod. “Right. And if I broke them…”

“There’d be consequences.”

You bite your lip, daring to look up at his intense gaze. “What kind of consequences?”

He smiles. “Guess.”

It hits you immediately. Fuck, you think. “Dr. Park…”

“Seonghwa, I believe,” he corrects, smiling almost smugly.

You nod, flushing slightly. “Seonghwa,” you say. “I don’t know if I, uh. I don’t know how I’d feel about being… punished, by you.”

He nods understandingly. “I know it’s frightening,” he says softly, “but you’ll be surprised by how much it helps, and how quickly. In the emails prior to our first session you stressed the urgency of your situation, did you not?”

“I did.”

“Then I strongly believe this is your best option. And nothing will happen without your consent, and understanding of why it is happening. Plus,” he pauses, staring you down again with a slight smile. You’re starting to think he likes to see you squirm. “Where there are punishments, there are also rewards.”

Your breath hitches. You’re sure your eyes are comically wide, mouth agape like an idiot but the thoughts that fill your head are making you go dumb. His expression is pleased as he leans forward, slowly closing the distance between you. “Would you like one?”

“A reward?” You ask, confused. He nods. “Have I earned one?”

“If you agree to this arrangement, you will have. It’s a big step. What do you think?”

You know you should take some time to think about it, and you’re sure he’d allow you to if you ask, but almost as soon as you start to consider it you reach your conclusion. It doesn’t take as long as you’d like it to; you have about 30 seconds of doubt before your thoughts shift to the images of Seonghwa you’d been seeing since you met; to images of him rewarding and punishing you and you know you want this. You want him to reward you — to touch and feel and pleasure you in ways you’d never dreamed of; to praise you and tell you what a good girl you are, what a good patient you are for him. You realise also that you want him to punish you just as much — maybe even more. You want to be draped over his lap, or bent over his chair or desk while those strong looking hands come down on you. You bite your lip, flustered at the image; would he make you strip to receive the punishment, so he can see and feel the blooming reds on your skin? Or would he strip you himself, slowly exposing you one centimetre at a time to prolong the tension and expectation? You feel yourself squirming at the thought and look up to him. The expression on his face tells you he knows exactly the image that’s racing through your mind.

“Okay,” you say quietly. “I’ll do it.”

He smiles widely, looking proud and, dare you say it, excited. Wordlessly he curls a finger at you and, understanding him, your legs hurry over to him almost of their own accord. You stop in front of him and he quickly pulls you down to his lap, hands on you instantly. His hands are rough but soft on your skin, and you feel the held back strength in his touches. He could easily overpower you, take you and treat you as he pleases and yet he handles you like you’re precious, something delicate. Something to be protected — and punished.

“You’re such a good girl already,” he breathes. “I knew it from the moment I saw you. It comes naturally to you.”

You smile and he taps your cheek before his gaze falls lower. Gently he starts to run his hand up your thigh until it’s almost touching your heat. He frowns, pinching the denim that separates it. “Stand up and take these off,” he says.

You nod and obey, heart already racing as you step out of your jeans. Before you can ask where to put them he grabs you again, pulling you back into his hold. “Much better,” he says.

His hand quickly finds your heat again, this time only separated from it by your thin cotton panties. “Cute,” he mutters as he runs a finger across them. You gasp at the sensation and he chuckles. “I’m going to put my finger inside you,” he says. “But not until you ask me to.”

You groan and he lands a light slap on your ass. It doesn’t hurt, certainly no more than a slight sting, but you feel and sense the restraint in the hit; the strength behind it. Strength that may soon be inflicted on you in full force. “You won’t complain about what I give you,” he says sternly. “And if you want more, you’ll ask me explicitly. So ask me.”

“Seonghwa, please,” you whisper.

“Hm?” He whispers, cocking an eyebrow. “Please what?”

You want to cry, embarrassed and pent up and desperate for him but you want to be good and make him proud the first time you do this. And you will make him proud. “Put your finger in me,” you whimper. “Please, Seonghwa.”

He shushes you, stroking your head with an awestruck look in his eyes. “Good girl,” he says. “God, you adapt quickly, don’t you?”

“I guess,” you whisper.

“Good,” he says. “That will come very handy. Are you ready for my finger?”

You nod, pushing your hips out towards him silently and he chuckles, slapping your thigh a little harder than last time. “Patience,” he says.

With the hand wrapped around your waist grabs your panties, pulling them to the side so the other hand can press a long, thick finger inside. You gasp, rutting against his hand slightly and he hums. “This is tight,” he notes. “Very tight. And pretty.”

You blush, squirming and he lifts his gaze from where it was focused on your pussy to look at you sternly, brows furrowed. “I didn’t tell you to move, did I?”

You shake your head and he sighs. “No discipline at all,” he says, tutting you slightly. “I’ll keep going because this is your first reward. But from now on, if you fail to control yourself when I’m rewarding you, you’ll be punished instead, alright?”

You nod apologetically. You bow your head, eyes on the ground in shame and he presses his finger under your chin, lifting your head to look at him. The sternness is almost gone now, replaced with a pent-up kind of tenderness. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he whispers. “Never be embarrassed around me, okay? It’s natural to slip up when you’re still learning. If you didn’t I’d have nothing to teach you, would I?”

You nod, guessing he’s right. He smiles, cupping your cheek with one hand before the finger you’d almost forgotten was inside you starts to move. You try to stay still, biting your lip to not make any noise that makes him think you’re losing control. You close your eyes, squeezing them shut but he doesn’t like that either. “Open,” he says and you do. He doesn’t meet your gaze; his eyes are back on your pussy, on the sopping wet hole that’s practically leaking from just one finger. But if he finds it weird or embarrassing, he says nothing.

“Are you ready for the second one?” He asks.

“Yes,” you whisper.

He smiles and slowly pushes in his middle finger. The tightness of your pussy clamps both fingers against each other but he quickly works you open with expert efficiency until he can fit in a third. “I’m going to rub your clit now,” he tells you and you nod meekly.

The sensations come together like fireworks exploding in your stomach and your whines and whimpers quickly turn to louder and more desperate moans. With his other hand he pulls you to lay your head on his chest and you feel his heart racing as you get closer and closer to the limit.

“Are you able to cum?” He asks.

You nod, whining against his shirt and surely covering in drool but he doesn’t care. He keeps going, faster and harder until with one command — “cum for me.” — he has you letting go completely. You sob, shaking and crying in his hold as you finish. He strokes your head, whispering to you while it happens until you’re done. He lets you stay in his hold for a while, whispering words you don’t understand until you finally start to come back to earth. You look up at his face, worried and awe-struck. He smiles, relieved to see you back and fully present again.

“How was that?” He asks.

“So good,” you whisper. “I think— this is going to be really helpful for me.”

He chuckles, rocking you back and forth and running his hand up and down your back.

“I’m certain it will.”

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um yeah sorry about this… this is obviously not professional and an irl therapist would lose every license they ever had if this happened. but in fiction, it’s pretty cool lol. reblog and comment if you enjoyed or if you’d like to see more of this arrangement (i.e. if you’re horny enough that you wanna see urself get punished…) all requests are being worked on rn but they are still OPEN!! love🖤🖤🖤

#ateez smut #ateez hard hours #seonghwa smut #ateez hard thoughts #park seonghwa smut #seonghwa hard thoughts #seonghwa hard hours #dom seonghwa #mulloey writes

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desperate-daydream · 1 year ago

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can I request Seth Clearwater x male reader

where male reader is Bella younger brother Seth age but he phases and becomes a shifter and nobody knows how or why Seth and male reader imprint on each other and just being cute and wholesome with each other but Jacob is giving male reader a hard time saying thing like Bella should have been to phase and if did she imprint on me and ECT but Seth put stop to that put Jacob in his place after he make male reader cry

🍎 Twilight

❀ Seth Clearwater x male (shifter) reader ⚣︎

A/N: thanks for the request and sorry for the long wait, I had a terrible writers block until today and then I just wrote the whole thing in one go XD, and I know ugh, self promo but I have a twilight story on Ao3 with the main being Bella’s twin and Jake imprinting on him (maybe some of you will like that too even if it’s not that similar to this story) (that’s also why it felt so weird to write Jake so mean XD I basically just finished a chapter from that story before writing this one, but I hope you like it)

tags/warnings: set in eclipse (aka the movie where Jake is kinda toxic), Jake is mean and has some issues, reader is Bella’s younger brother, also I wanted Bella to be a good sister, reader is a shifter and imprints on Seth

here‘s the link to the story on my Ao3:

so that’s what imprinting feels like

“What happened?!”, Bella came jumping out of her car. Jacob had called her as soon as possible when Paul and Embry had found you in the middle of the forest. You had been scared - not just because there had been two giant wolves in front of you but also because you had just shifted into one too. They had managed to calm you down enough until Sam arrived. He had brought spare clothes from one of their “emergency supplies” that you put on after shifting back. Then they guided you to Jacob’s place. They had thought it would be the best idea since you had technically also grown up together with Bella although now you didn’t really have anything to do with each other anymore. And he was able to call Bella who had rushed over as fast as possible when she had processed what Jake told her. While waiting the other four wolves had already told you the essentialities of being a shifter and basically destroyed your whole world-perception.

As nice and caring as he had always been, Billy stayed by your side. You had gained a better relationship to Jacob’s dad than to Jacob himself. Especially since you still spent a little bit more time with your dad and therefore also Billy - even if it was just watching a game in your living room.

Bella came straight to you, only sparring Jake a sideways glance as she was too focused on you.

“Hey”, her voice was quiet and soft, “oh god, you’re shivering.” She placed her arms around you and pulled you closer. You hadn’t even noticed it until she said it.

“Just a bit much right now.”

“I know. Let’s go home so you can rest a little, mh?” You nodded.

“Wait, we still have so much to do now”, Jake said persistently, “You have to tell Charlie too. And what if he shifts again and hurts you?”

Bella now turned completely to him. “You can still do all of this tomorrow. He needs to sleep right now.”

Jake wanted to start again: “But what if-”

“Jake, let it be for now.”

That’s all she said before getting up with you and walking to her truck together.

“How did this happen?”, she asked on the drive home.

“I don’t know.” You put up your legs and put your arms around them even though you felt way too warm.

“I wasn’t feeling good and wanted to take a walk because it usually helps but then.. I don’t know.”

You big sister sighed and looked at you shortly before focusing back on the road. “Let’s worry about it tomorrow. It’s getting late and you seem tired.”

You only nodded while your eyelids already dropped.

When you arrived you walked straight to your room and the moment your head touched your pillow you were gone.

—

“We’ll do it step for step”, you stood next to Sam who would teach you today how to control your shifting so you would hopefully not hurt anybody around you or yourself - not to mention keeping the secret of the pack.

What he didn’t tell you then was that they’ve had a discussion just yesterday after Bella had picked you up whether or not they should officially include you in the pack since you were a new and special case. In the end they came to the conclusion that you would need and deserve the help and guide the others could give you. He also didn’t tell you that Jacob seemed a bit too disapproving of this new situation and that he guessed it had something to do with the thoughts he had heard from him that were once again centered on none other than your own sister.

“Okay”, you nodded; also to convince yourself that everything would be okay.

“Also, you’re not the only young member, don’t worry. Seth Clearwater, he is your age and has also shifted. You will meet him later at the fire.”

You had already agreed to come when he and Billy had invited you and Bella to come. Bella had added another dimension to this whole situation when she had told you about the Cullens and the vampire that was going after her. She had calmed you a bit when she reassured that she was as good as always protected by either the vampire family of her boyfriend or the wolves.

For the rest of the day you tried to shift on command and Sam and his fiancée Emily gave you a few tips on how to control your anger.

Then you went to the fire where you saw your sister again who immediately asked you how it worked. You still stood a bit away from the others as you told her about your training when you heard a voice. It was directed at Jake so didn’t turn around until the person came to a halt at Jacob’s side.

“Hey man, I saved you some burgers but if you don’t hurry Paul will-”

The boy stopped in the middle of his sentence when you turned around and your eyes met. Your first thought was: “Holy shit, he’s cute”. Your second one was: “So that’s what imprinting feels like”. And your third was once again: “Holy shit.”

Butterflies started fluttering in your stomach and the heat rose to your cheeks as you looked at the boy in front of you with wide eyes who still hadn’t closed his mouth.

To your luck Sam and Emily were still next to you and immediately understood what was happening. Sam suppressed a chuckle and introduced you to each other.

“(Y/N), this is Seth, the boy I told you about today. Seth, this is our newest pack-member, (Y/N).”

You saw his mouth form your name before he stuttered out a “hi”.

You willed your body to move again and said “hi” back just as stuttery.

“Uh-uhm..”, Seth started and was once again saved by Emily. “Why don’t we go to the others already.”

You nodded and then followed the other boy your age closely. What you didn’t notice was the pissed expression that had appeared on Jacob’s face. All of you was focused on Seth.

You sat next to each other and soon the gossip made it’s round so soon after Billy was finished with telling the first legend everyone knew what just happened.

Leah, who Seth had introduced as his older sister, looked at you with narrowed eyes but didn’t do anything else.

Throughout the evening your hands had brushed together a few times which had sparked the fluttering in your stomach everytime. And you had probably inched even closer together after some time too.

It was a bit awkward at first but it didn’t change the fact that you felt comfortable sitting next to him while listening and laughing with the others.

You were sad when saying goodbye but then Seth gave you his number and asked you to meet up tomorrow which you had agreed to almost too enthusiastically to not be embarrassed. It didn’t help that Bella giggled the entire ride home about her baby-brother having a crush.

“Naw, you grow up so fast.”

“Ughhhhhh, please stop.”

Bella laughed while pulling into their driveway: “Never, that’s my job as your sister.”

“You’re horrible”, you said drily while she just continued giggling.

But then she changed the mood quickly. “You decided to tell dad tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah.. Billy and Sam are gonna be there too to answer questions. I’m still not the best at wolf-knowledge.”

“Mhm, it’ll be okay, don’t worry too much. If you want I can be there too.”

You nodded and earned yourself a short side-hug from Bella before you went to your rooms.

—

You were close to emotional exhaustion after the conversation with your dad but it had a good outcome. Afterwards Edward picked up Bella and you went to meet up with Seth. Sam and Billy were so nice to take you with them to the Black’s home from where you would go to Seth.

Billy went inside while you waved at him and went to go.

But shortly before you arrived someone came to stand in your way. It was Jacob. And he didn’t seem to want to talk to you in a friendly way.

You still tried to be nice; he was like Bella’s best friend so you really didn’t want to make him dislike you more than he apparently already did.

“Why?!”

You were perplexed when he almost spat it at you. You also didn’t have a chance to respond; he just continued talking.

“Why was it YOU?! Why did YOU shift?! It should’ve been Bella if anyone else were to shift at all! But no! It was YOU! If it had been Bella then she could imprint on me! But it was you! It doesn’t even make sense! Why would nature want YOU to be one of us?! You’re unable to do anything! You’re weak! And now you’re just supposed to protect others?! To protect Bella?! Hah!”

His accusations that in the end didn’t even really make sense but still hurt carried on. You didn’t actually hear anymore what he said. You were about to cry and just wanted to coil into yourself but at the same time you had to suppress the anger rising in you. Your whole body shook from the exhausting try to hold yourself together. A few tears escaped your eyes and Jacob was still not done, probably just repeating himself by now but that didn’t change the fact that he was more than angry.

“Jacob! Stop!”, before you could register anything else a person appeared between you and the other. You felt relief wash over you immediately when you saw that it was Seth.

“How dare you scream at him like that! Accusing him of being the source of your stupid self-centered problems! How dare you make him cry! Don’t you ever even come too close to him again!”

Jake seemed to want to say something more but Seth turned to you, took your hand into his and gently pulled you with him. You only noticed that you were still shaking when Seth stopped after arriving at a clearing and pulled you into his arms. You couldn’t stop the tears from flowing and Seth pulled you closer while you clutched his shirt in your hands.

After you calmed down you whispered a “thank you” against his neck where you had hid your face.

“Of course”, he whispered back, “nobody is allowed to talk to or about you like that. Nobody." His arms tightened around you again and you felt his face hide in your neck this time. You smiled when you noticed him taking a deep whiff of your scent and then place a kiss there.

#seth clearwater x reader #seth clearwater #seth clearwater x male reader #x male reader #male reader #twilight #gay #mlm

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sassykio4fun · 1 year ago

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Girls this, Girls that!

tom kaulitz x female!reader

You sunk deeper into the stiff cushion of your plane seat, turning the volume of your ipod up to its limit, attempting to drown out the familiar voice you loathed- Tom Kaulitz voice.

Tokio hotel and your band were currently on tour together, on the way towards your next destination.

Unfortunately for you, you got a seat right beside him, but you did get the window seat, so that makes the experience a bit better in your honest opinion.

It's not that he's a bad person, it's just that he's not that interesting to you. All he talks about is girls, girls, and more girls, it gets old, very fast.

Like right now, he's rambling to his brother-Bill, about how 'smoking' the flight attendant is and how he'd like to take her to the bathroom-and so on.

Taking out an earbud, you turned towards him. "Hey! You think you can lower your voice just a bit?" You questioned him, tensed hand lifting up, thumb and pointer-finger as close as possible, emphasizing 'just'.

The boy cleared his throat, "Yeah, sorry, I was just talking about that fli-" "I heard, that's why I asked you to lower your voice." You interrupted before he went on one of his tiring rants again.

You go to lift your earbud towards your ear when you hear his voice again. "Do you have something against me or something?" Tom questioned, eyebrows scrunched, a bothered expression on his usually smug face.

"I have absolutely no problem with you, Tom." You answered him, looking down at your ipod, not wanting to converse with him anymore than you already had.

He furrowed his eyebrows, teeth grazing his pirecing in thought. "You sure?" he question, narrowing dark eyes at you. "You seem to get along just fine with all of my bandmates, having full conversations and all."

"I don't think we would get along, our personalities just don't go together." You sighed out, shooting him a fake smile.

"How so? You haven't even attempted to get to know me, not one conversation." He responded, cocking his head to the side, body facing you now.

You take your reamining earbud out retorting, "I've heard what you talk about from afar, like I said, we would not get along." You turn, face to face with him now.

"What things have I said that would make you think we wouldn't get along?" he inquired, folding his hands together, leaning against your shared armrest.

Blowing air from your nose you explained, "Everytime you open your mouth, it's always about some girl, this girl, that girl, it's on repeat, Tom."

"Hey, if I see a hot girl, I'm gonna call it out, what's the problem with that." He remarked, a smirk on his face now.

"Right." You deadpanned, turning away, facing the seat infront of you, going to grab your earbuds again.

He placed his hands on you earbuds, stopping you from blocking him out. "I was just joking." he rushed out, "Kind of." he added after a second thought.

Your turned back toward him with a questioning look, "What now?" you grumbled, tugging your earbuds from his fingers.

"Look, we're gonna be together these next few of weeks, don't you think we should at least try and get along, you know fans are seeming to catch onto our supposed 'beef'?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, eyebrows raised.

Sucking your teeth, you took in his pleading expression. "That would be a good idea, BUT, only if you calm down with your girl talk, atleast around me, I do mean it when I say that it's annoying." you hold up your fore-finger, showing him that you're serious.

He tsked, "I mean I can try, but you know, seeing as that's the only thing I talk about, it'll be a little difficult." he coughed out, hiding a laugh.

"Haha, very funny." you rolled your eyes, lips twitching up as you go through song on you ipod, finally putting your earbuds back in.

"Sooo, what are you listening to?" Tom asked, face hovering over your eyepod, huffing, you handed him one of your earbuds, knowing this was gonna be a long flight- a good one or bad one you didn't know.

Hello! Hope you enjoyed this.🎀

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel imagine #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel fanfic

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attemptinghaikyuu · 2 months ago

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A taste in the dead of night

A/n: so I’ve never written something like this before and it was really fun!! I am going to list some things to be aware of since this is scandalous compared to what’s normal for me-

-> lack of consent, hypnotism (basically), not nsfw, but it is up a notch compared to anything else I’ve written (comes with the vampire thing), so overall read with discretion I guess! And Happy Halloween!

Vampire!Suna Rintarou x g/n reader

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It’s the dead of night and you can feel eyes on the back of your neck.

There’s someone, or something, watching you.

You keep walking through the cold, October air. Wind blows, finding its way into your sweaters thick wool, nipping at your skin and causing goosebumps to spread. You’re trying to keep your gait strong. You don’t want to look like your scared or crazy or, worst of all, weak. If something really is behind you, you can’t stand the thought of looking like easy prey.

As casually as possible, like you just want to look at something you’d missed on the street, you turn your head to the dark behind you. Illuminated by a single bulb overhead, you see nothing.

Your goosebumps don’t go away.

It’s nothing. There’s nothing there, and yet you still feel distinctly wrong. Like something is out of place and if you could just figure it out, you’d be alright walking through this dark area.

You turn your back and decide you need to walk the slightest bit faster.

You’ll follow your instincts. You’re going into the first open store you see on this road to your friends place.

You can text her. Let her know something came up or see if she could meet you. It’ll be fine if she can meet up with you to go to hers together.

Feet hitting the ground, thoughts sloshing through your head, you almost stop the next moment. You’re not sure how you manage to keep yourself moving forward. You think you probably slowed down there, and that makes you scared.

Right behind you a sound had echoed.

And not some distant noise coming in from the nighttime domed around you. A sound only a couple of feet behind you.

Like it was at your heel.

A sound that you can’t hear anymore now that you’re painfully straining for it.

It’s with breaths struggling to stay calm that you manage a sigh of relief. There’s a light ahead of you that’s not from a street lamp. It’s a late night coffee shop that is so close, and so brightly inviting in this late hour you could nearly laugh out loud in relief.

You don’t get to feel that relief for long. In fact you only make it one more step before the noise is in your ear, closer than before.

“Who..!?” You shout, spinning around. You feel panicked, and berate the heart in your chest for rising so quickly because there’s still nothing. Nothing is behind you even though you know you heard a whisper in your ear.

You steel yourself as you stare at the blank space that should have more. There’s something missing in the street you’re looking at and it’s not right. You know it deep down, a part of your subconscious screaming. You are going to sprint to that coffee shop when you turn back around. You’ll beg your friend to pick you up. She’ll understand when she hears fear coating your voice. She’ll know something’s not right, the same way she knows you don’t get scared easy.

With a quick, smooth motion you turn and start to the lighted shop.

Except it’s dark in front of you. A solid wall blocking your path to the safe haven ahead. You can’t see around the person whose planted themselves in fromt of you, but you can see they have a tilted head and bored expression.

He’s a tall man with dark hair, and despite the lazy eyes you know this person is sharp and watchful.

You also know he’s the one who made the noise and you know you’re afraid. Your pulse is in your throat, and you swallow it down. He’s the one that’s spiking your primal instinct to run, run, run.

That instinct kicks up a notch more when he smiles down at you. Run, your mind whispers. The nerves racing through you feel wrong, the same type of wrong as a man showing up without you hearing a single step.

“Heyyy, my name’s Suna,”

Run, your brain repeats.

He’s slow and his movements feel like water. The way he’s not even trying to get closer, but blocking your path nonetheless, makes it clear he’s messing with you.

He’s a dangerous person. Or maybe he’s just a thing. You see his mouth widen slightly and catch a glimpse of something unnaturally sharp. It can’t be his teeth, you desperately want to hold out hope this is insane and that this man, Suna, does not have sharp, terrifying teeth.

Then he opens his mouth all the way, and gives you a blinding smile after he’s done yawning. You barely registered it was a yawn, you were petrified to the spot so completely, there’s no way you were breathing at all.

“I, I have to g-

You start to stutter, stopping when Suna takes a step forward. He’s basically touching you now.

It’s like you and him and nothing else exist.

It’s not a full blown shock you feel, but a small numbing one instead, when you realize you’re looking into this monsters eyes and can’t. Stop. Your body is frozen. Your mind has slowed and Sunas teeth are coming closer.

You feel a hand gently, oh so gently, tilt your head to the side. Your eyes are heavy and droop as the teeth move out of your line of sight. Closer to your neck.

You are still panicked when you understand that the feeling at your neck is teeth gliding over skin. Not puncturing yet. Just comfortably feeling where to do so.

You shiver when his tongue slowly glides up, over you throat, hot and dizzying.

He bites fast.

It’s sudden and his teeth are sharp, like little daggers. You gasp as the pain pierces your fog and manage an attempt to shove him away.

He’s stronger though. And hungry.

The pull of blood, mixed with whatever dizzying presence Suna has sends you into a strange delirium. It’s not long before your eyes are fully closed, mind completely blank, and you simply let Suna hold you up.

He’s warm, it’s what you think, the words having replaced your desperate runs.

It’s a minute, or maybe years later, when he pulls his teeth out. He lets his tongue lap up the blood he got on your neck. Then he carefully takes your hand and starts to guide you forward.

“You’re probably a little tired,” he says. You nod. You are tired.

He smiles down at you. “I’ll walk you over to that coffee shop, does that sound good?”

“Yeah..” it’s sounds good to you.

“Alright.”

He holds your hand the whole way, and with eyes still dropping, mind still tired from ….something.. you notice him looking at your neck.

He pauses a few feet from the door of the cafe, stopping you with him.

Purposefully he takes his thumb and swipes at something on your neck. It comes away red.

“I’ll see you again, yeah?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You reply without truly knowing what that means right now.

He gives you a final smile of the night, sharing his unnatural teeth once more.

“Great,” he licks the red off his fingers as he turns away, leaving you at the foot of the cafe.

It’s a slow last thought you have-

hopefully he comes back soon.

#haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu suna #suna rintaro #suna x you #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #vampire aesthetic #vampire au #happy halloween #suna rintarō #suna rintarou #haikyuu imagines #reader is smaller then suna! just an fyi #also this isn’t really that scandalous haha #but like maybe if you’re 13 it is #tw blood #tw dubious consent

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blueicequeen19 · 2 years ago

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The Cross

Warnings: threats, breaking and entering, Rafe being a douche, unprotected sex, angst, SEASON 3 SPOILERS!!!!

To say Pope was upset about the cross being melted down was an understatement. You guys had never seen him so upset. Then he disappeared. You knew he probably needed his space and time to process and that Cleo was probably with him but revenge was on yours and JJ's mind now. That's why you were at Tannyhill at Rafe's party being the distraction while JJ scoped the place out for the gold from the cross. You and JJ had argued for over an hour on whether you should be bait but after being kidnapped with Rafe Cameron, you felt like maybe you could use that to keep him distracted. He was also no doubt pissed about his boat but this gave him the opportunity to confront you while JJ snooped.

"Are you lost, Pogue?" You stiffen, smelling Rafe's strong cologne before you see him. You turn with your beer to your lips as Rafe comes to a stop in front of you.

"Rafe! Nice party." You nod, trying to push away the nerves you felt in your stomach. This could go very wrong.

"Cut the shit. Why are you here?" Rafe demands, his eyes wide and his jaw clenched. He was beyond pissed as he snatches your drink away.

"I wanted to apologize about your boat." You sigh, doing your best to fake sympathy and softening your eyes.

"Really? Are you going to pay for the damage? It's covered in bullet holes." Rafe growls, stepping into your space. It was unlike Rafe to suddenly care about something replaceable but this was the first time he had his own money.

"That was Sighns men. That's not my fault." You bit out.

"You know, I thought we were finally at an understanding. I thought we trusted each other then you stabbed me in the back."

"I couldn't leave my friends."

"I got you to safety. That says a lot about your friends."

"Shut up, Rafe. You're just mad you got your ass handed to you." Rafe steps closer, his chest brushing yours as he cages you in. You panic for a moment, looking around to hopefully see JJ approaching but that would make things ten times worse. Especially when Rafe grabs your chin, making you crane your neck as you're forced to look up at him.

"Anything could've happened in that room you know." Rafe murmurs, licking his lips as he gazes down at you with hooded eyes. You try to jerk away from his hold but his fingers tighten, pinching your chin. "You're so pretty when you sleep." You stiffen, like you've been doused in cold water as all the possibilities and what ifs plague your mind. You shove at his chest with a snarl and he grins, finally releasing you.

"You're a prick." You bite out, taking a step back as his uneasy grin spreads.

"And you're done. Get out. I'm gonna go find your friend." Your eyes widen just as someone grabs your arm, pulling you towards the gate. Rafe knew. He knew this whole time and JJ was in the house.

Who knew Rafe Cameron was so predictable? Well, actually, I did. The first place I looked - under his bed - and I found the black box that no doubt held the gold. It was locked but I had the box. It was heavy so there had to be multiple. The cross had weighed several hundred pounds so he had to have hundreds of gold blocks stored somewhere. This was just what he had on him.

"Did Y/N tell you what happened between us?" I freeze at the sound of Rafe's voice, the gold forgotten about as I slowly turn and face him, my blood boiling. Nothing happened between them so he was only trying to piss me off.

"She's beautiful. Too beautiful for you. It's a shame you didn't see the tight little red dress they had her wear. The slit was so high on her leg, I bet she wasn't even wearing panties. Actually, I know she wasn't because I found her panties folded up with her clothes." Rafe smiles at my bristling body, my fists clenched as I resist the urge to bash his head in.

"This isn't over. That cross wasn't yours to destroy." I bite out, trying to calm my racing heart. I was so pissed off I could barely think straight. Rafe shrugs, his hands in his pockets as he walks over by the bed and tucks the black case away like he didn't just catch me trying to steal it.

"She's a deep sleeper." Rafe meets my eyes, a sinister smirk on his lips. I flinch, my anger starting to get the best of me.

"I offered to let her sleep in my shirt but she declined. I could still see her hard little nipples though. They probably feel really good between your teeth." I snarl, my back to the door as I debate making a break for it and killing him.

"It's not cheating for her to want me. Y'all aren't exclusive right? So you can't be mad at her for what happened while we were trapped together. I mean, we thought we were going to die so why not fuck one last time?" I lunge right into his trap and he pulls a gun from behind him, keeping it aimed at my head as I bristle. At this point, I'd rather have a bullet than let him continue to talk about her.

"Nothing happened. She told me." I growl, my hands up as he approaches me. The barrel of the gun gets wedged under my chin when he stops in front of me.

"You don't know. You weren't there. Maybe Sighn made us fuck. Maybe it was survival. Maybe it was just the carnal urge to fuck." Rafe clicks his tongue, smiling like he's replaying a memory in his head then his smile drops and the gun digs harder into my flesh.

"Show up here again and I will fuck her. And I'll make sure she likes it." I step back as I see red, fighting the urge to attack as I throw the door open and back out.

You wait for JJ in your Jeep when he suddenly appears, pushing you from the driver seat and taking over behind the wheel. He's so angry that it radiates off him. He appears unharmed but you can tell Rafe got to him as he squeals tires before driving off. He won't talk but every muscle you can see is bulging as he appears to grow angrier and angrier. It's dark when he finally pulls over at an empty beach and jumps out. You frantically follow after him, trying to get him to answer but he continues to ignore you as he picks up a log and wacks it off a fallen tree. The log splits so he picks up another one that's even bigger and uses it until it breaks too.

"Stop! Talk to me! What did he do?" You cry, running up behind him and wrapping you arms around his trembling body. JJ lets out an uneven breath, the wood falling to the ground as he pulls your arms off and turns. His eyes are hooded, pupils blown as he roughly grabs your face and gives you no warning before kissing you. You fist his shirt, kissing him back just as hard and hungrily. He backs you up until your back hits the Jeep, his body molded against yours as he steals your ability to breathe.

"JJ." He ignores you, grabbing the backs of your thighs and hauling you up his body. Your arms circle his neck as you kiss him harder, his hands digging into your ass. You'd made out before, even messed around during a few dry spells but nothing like this. Nothing this consuming and feverish.

"He got in my head." JJ finally says, one hand fisting your hair as his kisses grow angrier, his tongue finding its way inside your mouth.

"Get him out." You pant, tightening your hold around his waist and grinding against him. Your body was like a live wire, buzzing with need and pent up aggression. You felt ready to explode and your clit was throbbing painfully. JJ tears his lips from yours as he yanks your passenger door open, his hands digging into your flesh.

"I swear to god, I'll fuck you right here on the side of the road. Don't push me." JJ snarls, lowering you to your feet as he yanks his cut-off over his head. You swallow, taking in his taunt muscles and delicious abs. Sweat dripped from his brow and down his chest, giving you the urge to lick it. So you did. You ran your tongue up his sternum and over one of his nipples, feeling him tense under your touch. You hear him suck in a breath through his teeth then he's fisting your hair, making you kiss him again.

"Nothing happened between me and Rafe." You whisper, tugging his belt loose and unzipping his shorts. His erection was straining against the fabric, begging to be freed. There was already a small wet spot on his boxers.

"Don't say his name." JJ snarls, cupping your breast roughly between kisses. He pinches your nipple through your shirt and bra, making you moan into his mouth as your hand slips inside his shorts, stroking him the best you can.

"I only want to say yours. Only you, J. Only you." You feel the moment he snaps as you free him from the confines of his shorts. He spins you around, forcing you to bend over the seat after yanking your shorts and panties down to your knees. Your legs were trapped closed as his fingers toyed with you from behind. Anyone could drive by and see but you didn't care. You didn't want soft and gentle. JJ was rough around the edges and passionate about the things he cared about. That's what you wanted.

"You're dripping down your thighs." JJ pants, his fingers entering you and making you moan loudly. He pumps his fingers twice before he pulls away, spreading your cheeks and burying his face in your pussy from behind. His mouth devours you and all you can do is take it, crying out into the back seat as his tongue works you into a frenzy on the side of the road. You're on the brink of cumming as he fucks you with his tongue before he's suddenly pulling back and replacing it with something much thicker. You'd had him in your mouth before but you'd never sex. His size was intimidating and for a moment you were afraid of the pain to come by being stretched open by him but it was otherworldly as he filled you in one swift thrust, the two of you groaning into the night. It burned but in the best way. You could feel every ridge and vein of his cock inside you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." JJ grits out, withdrawing half way and slamming in hard. You lift up on your toes, pushing your ass out as he does it again and again, the vehicle rocking with his rough movements. Your eyes fall closed, not caring if a car did drive by at this point.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this." JJ growls, his fingers tight on your hips as he starts to fuck you. You couldn't speak, your mind and body were too far gone.

"He got in my fucking head. The shit he said. God, I'll kill him if he so much as looks at you again." You didn't think he could fuck you any harder but he did. His body slammed into yours over and over again to the point you knew you'd be sore for days after this. You knew what this was. He was claiming you and he was making sure you knew it. He pulls back, angling his hips up and hitting something that has your eyes crossing and dropping down on the seat.

"JJ!" You scream his name as you come, your body trembling uncontrollably as your high washes over you. His cock seems to thicken inside you as you clench around him like a vice, making you see stars until you sag on the seat.

"Fuck, you're so tight. Gonna squeeze my fucking dick off." JJ growls, his hands on your hips the only thing keeping you on your feet. His heavy breathing and grunts are music to your ears as you push back against him, eager to make him cum. You look back, seeing his lips parted and hair hanging in his eyes as he watches himself disappear inside you. His eyes lock on yours and you feel yourself clench again, biting back a moan as his jaw tightens.

"Where do you want me to cum, baby?" He rasps, giving short hard thrusts that have your knees buckling.

"Inside me. Cum inside me, J." You cry, another orgasm triggered while he slams inside you harder and harder. JJ moans loudly, his movements growing sloppy until he finally stills, his cock pulsing deep inside you. You tremble with aftershocks as he finally slips out, a vulgar wet sound echoing between you as his warmth starts to run down your thighs.

"Such a beautfiul fucking sight." JJ's fingers collect your mixed arousal and gently shoves it back inside you, making you wince and moan. You feel him pull away then he's tugging your shorts and panties back up before carefully turning you to face him. His face is red from exertion and his cheeks flushed as he searches your face for any sign of distress. You could tell he was starting to panic.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I can't believe we just did that." The words fly out of his mouth as he fights to catch his breath.

"Shh, it's okay. Deep breaths." You reach up on your toes and kiss him, an ache deep inside you from where he just was. His arms wrap around your waist, holding you against him as he kisses you gentler than before. You could feel his heart racing from your chests being pressed together so you placed your palm over it, stroking the back of his hair.

"It's okay. I wanted it too, JJ." You pull away, letting your foreheads rest together as you feel him exhale and his heartbeat starts to even out.

"I'm sorry. Rafe just got in my fucking head. He said things and I just--."

"Stop. I'm not mad. I'm not hurt. I'm here for you, JJ. No matter what. Rafe is just a dick and he wanted to bait you." JJ sighs, his arms tightening around you as he holds you close.

"You're sure you're okay?" JJ whispers, his hands gently rubbing your back. You were sore as hell and your panties were soaked with his cum but it was worth it. The whole thing had been worth it. You didn't think you'd ever seen him so angry and wild but the sex was well worth it.

"Yes. Feel free to do that again anytime." You smirk, feeling relieved when he gives you a devilish smile. JJ kisses you, his dick already hard against and digging into your stomach.

"I plan on it."

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HEARTLESS 💔 - PART FOURTEEN

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: it's Wyatt's birthday party and you and Jack manage to experience what it's like to be a real family and the cowboy tries to earn his third strike with you

(This is the fourth chapter of the HEARTLESS 💔 series)

• PART ONE TO THIRTEEN ON MY MASTERLIST

Warnings: a little bit of angst, fluff, sexual tension, mom!reader

A/N: it took me a while to bring our cowboy back, sorry besties, but this week hasn't been easy in a few aspects, but well, he's here, so willing to be a great dad and great partner is there any way we could say no?! Enjoy it ❤️

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You wanted to die at that moment. Die of embarrassment, die of anger, die of frustration. Why on earth did Frankie have to do that? You two had spent your entire relationship without sexting, without sending nude pictures, just occasionally seeing each other and having sex like two normal adults, and then, as if he knew what was about to happen between you and Jack, he literally cock blocked the two of you. You were unable to react for a few seconds after Jack handed you your phone, not understanding at first what made the cowboy go from his seduction mood to his jealous, anger self, getting off you immediately and pacing the room, before opening the door and going to the hallway.

What were you supposed to do? Should you ignore Frankie? Reply to his message? Apologize to Jack? You hadn't done anything wrong, so why should you apologize in the first place?

So you placed your phone down for a moment and you took a deep breath, calming down was essential before doing anything; you didn't want to be cruel to Frankie, you figured breaking up with him was already bad enough, he was a little clueless yes, but he couldn't be blamed for that. Now, Jack's behavior concerned you. You got that he got jealous and seeing the woman you're about to have sex with get another man's dick pic is a turn off, but what if he returned to his old habit of being an ass to you? You weren't ready for that, not after you let your guard down and opened your heart to him, you wouldn't be able to handle another heartbreak. You didn't want to believe after he apologized so much and tried to make things right with you he would lose all of his character development and go back to being the unbearable man he'd been. But you also never thought he would abandon you while pregnant…

And you hated those thoughts, because you were so willing to forgive him and try to give him a chance, to give your family a chance, so he wouldn't ruin that, would he?

You decided to pretend you hadn't seen Frankie's message, after all it was the middle of the night, so he couldn't blame you for being asleep. Placing your phone face down on the nightstand you got up, taking Jack's hat he'd dropped among your blankets and opened the door, knowing you had to find and talk to him, however, you didn't expect to find him standing right outside your bedroom, which made you startled and you jumped. His hands went for your waist, holding you by the hips as he wanted to keep you in place and frowned confused at your reaction

"What happened sugar?" He raised his eyebrows and watched you attentively, hoping you wouldn't be angry with him.

Jack was also feeling so fucking stupid at that moment because he simply left your bedroom after what happened. He couldn't believe he had such an ego that could harm the progress he'd already made with you. He should've laughed about that pathetic attempt of getting your attention, after all, you were breaking up with the guy the next day, but instead, he felt jealousy burning him from the inside, he couldn't bare the thought of you preferring Frankie over him; of course he had given you plenty reasons for that, but now that things seemed to be falling back into place, he didn't want to face rejection. His heart had been filled with hopes of having you and his family back, he didn't want to risk not having this possibility, he just knew he was a broken man and if he didn't have his family anymore, he would also not have anything to live for.

"I-I…" you shook your head and tried organizing your thoughts, raising your hand and handing him his cowboy hat. Jack frowned confused once more and put it on his head "y-you're not angry?" You asked "I was worried you'd be angry with me and we would go back to fighting and you'd call me a bitch…"

"Never" Jack rushed in "I'll never call you that ever again, I'm so sorry I ever did that to you, I've already explained you sugar that when I came back into your lives I knew you hated me and I tried hating you too so it would be less painful than loving you and feeling your rejection and your disgust, so I screwed up with you once more but I ain't never doing that, I love you" he blurted it out all at once and saw as your eyes softened, his hands went from your hips to the side of your face, holding it gently as the distance between the two of you was practically nonexistent.

"But I need to ask you… do you love him?"

His heart was beating so fast he could swear you were able to hear it too, but he needed an answer, you could tell by the look in his eyes he was anxious, sad even, at the slightest possibility of your love being dedicated to someone else.

You imitated his action and placed your hands on the side of his face, holding his head in place so he would look into your eyes and see you were being brutally honest "no, of course not, Jack. I've never loved Frankie… I liked him because he was nice and fun and in a way he sort of reminded me of you, but I could never love him…"

The cowboy felt a wave of relief pouring through his veins at your reassurance, you didn't love that guy, and he wanted to make sure he'd play his cards right so he could be worthy of your love.

"Sugar, listen to me… I don't want you to be around Frankie anymore, you and Wyatt, got it? He's a bad man, I know it because I had the Statesman's interns to run a background check on him and I found out some shitty things he's done… he's coming tomorrow ain't he? Well, I can talk to him about it if you want, you don't have to worry and I ain't making a scene, I just want to protect you and our son, I can't lose another family to some coke head freak…" his voice cracked a little and you widened your eyes at the new information.

"What? What did he do?" You felt a spike of anxiety in your chest. Jack said cock head, as in cocaine? Was Frankie dealing with drugs? He didn't seem like the kind of guy who would do that, but then, what did you truly know about him? That was bad… You teared up, feeling tricked and vulnerable at that moment, how could you let a man involved with that kind of thing into your life? Were you so desperate to get rid of Jack you decided the first guy who gave you the brown puppy eyes which desperately reminded you of your cowboy was good enough?

"Don't worry about that sugar, I'll handle things for you, tomorrow's our son's big day and you know I ain't doing anything to ruin it, he'll come, his kid will play like any other kid, they'll have cake and then I'll tell him to fuck off…"

Jack's plan was perfect if it weren't for the fact you were feeling just so stupid for being tricked like that, you just sobbed and looked up at him "I didn't know, I swear I didn't know, Jack…" you didn't mean it only for yourself and Wyatt, but you also knew what it represented to Whiskey having someone he cared about involved with drugs at any level. He softened up, seeing how hurt you were and though he was the one who hadn't deceived you, he regretted letting it slip, thinking he should've just quietly told Frankie to get lost without bringing you into it.

"It's not your fault sugar, he lied to you, there was no way you could've known" he assured you, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you closer, helping you under the blankets so you would lie down and try to relax, when you simply didn't let go of him, asking your cowboy to stay, which he happily obliged to. Diving under your blankets and taking his stetson off, he pulled you to his chest, placing a chaste kiss to your head and rubbing your back, making sure you wouldn't take long to fall asleep.

The next morning you felt someone stirring in bed beside you, as you slowly woke up from your slumber. You had slept so peacefully next to you cowboy, like you hadn't in years, not since you'd broken up. He just had a way of holding you and making you feel safe, warm and loved, a way to make you feel things were right by his side, but that person stirring wasn't Jack, you could tell it was someone smaller and the moment the little arms wrapped around your neck, you smiled, knowing it was your son being too impatient to let you sleep. You opened your eyes and watched his adorable, smiley face

"Mowning mommy!" He said happily and tilted his head adorably, "dada is making bweakfast and asked me to snuggle you" he giggled and buried his face in your neck, snuggling closer at the same time you wrapped your arms around his small frame, inhaling his sweet scent. You felt so good, so complete, knowing your son was happy and safe in your arms while the man you loved cooked breakfast for your family, as you two were really taking seriously the vows of trying once more. Nothing mattered to you outside that ranch because you had your family with you. No matter if your own mother was a bitch to the point of hurting your son's feelings just to get back at you to try to blame you for poor taste in men, or if Frankie lied to you and hid the fact he was a fucking coke head, it didn't matter; you were snuggling your son, while your cowboy was coming upstairs in a matter of time and you would spend the best weekend of your lives together.

You pulled Wyatt even closer and fell asleep right there, listening to your son's heartbeats and having a feeling everything would be alright.

•••

Once you woke up to Wyatt jumping on the bed again you knew it was time to get up, you could hear noises, chatting, loud voices outside and running to the window you saw the team Jack hired putting everything up for Wyatt's party. Tables, chairs, inflatable castles, slides, trampoline, you name it, Jack Daniels got it. You knew you could never afford such a party on your own, but instead of feeling bad about it, you smiled, knowing you did the best you could for your son under the conditions you had, but now his dad was in the picture and sparing no money to make your son happy, he followed you to the window, his littles eyes widened and excitement rushed through his body

"Mommy can I play?" He begged with sweet eyes and Jack chuckled the moment he walked into the room, looking at his family and joined you two by the window. He lifted Wyatt up making him giggle and pecked your forehead gently

"You can, but first you and mommy need to have breakfast, then you can play until it's time for the party, but you can't bring Silver Star into the inflatables, okay?" He told his son in a serious voice, though he tried hiding the amusement at Wyatt's cute pout.

Breakfast was good but fast, and soon enough Wyatt was playing all over the toys, stopping only when you called him to get ready. You were ready to take him inside and help him get ready, but Jack assured you he would be in charge of getting your son ready for the party, and asked you to doll up real nice for him, which made you blush and giggle once more.

You went over the clothes you'd brought and picked the dressed you'd planned on wearing but the knee high boots you also had packed caught your attention, chuckling and imagining your cowboy's reaction once he spotted them, you didn't even know why you decided to bring them, it was not the kind of shoes you often wore, perhaps only during winter days, but you still remembered buying the pair when you were still engaged to the cowboy, as you used to horseback ride a lot back then and the clerk assured you they were very comfortable for that kind of activity, though you knew the kind of riding with those boots you had in mind, was a bit different now. You also felt a sting of guilt when you thought about Frankie and all the shit that would probably go down once you two met, you didn't like the idea of cheating on someone, it wasn't right and you were convinced you would never cheat during your life, but there he came, senior agent Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels and turned your life upside down. On the other hand, were you and Frankie even together for real? Sure you and him were a thing for the first few weeks of being together, when you were going on dates and sleeping together here and there, but then he suddenly got too busy with work at the same time you began spending longer with Jack and Wyatt and experiencing what having a family was like for real, and you simply felt you preferred that over any dinner date followed by some vanilla sex with a guy you met on Tinder. Yes, Frankie was nice and handsome, but he just wasn't Jack, and you wished you had been honest with yourself to admit that instead of playing with him. However, you did know Frankie had a complicated relationship with his ex, just as you and Jack did while sharing a son, Frankie and his ex-wife shared a daughter and that indefinite status. Sometimes you were sure he still loved her, and sometimes you thought he was over her; perhaps, just like you, he'd been with you to forget someone else, that would mean he used you exactly the same way you used him, and that brought some comfort to your heart. Besides all that, once you calmed down enough to rationalize, you went over with your conversation with Frankie and saw he had randomly sent you a dick picture, he didn't try any attempt of conversation, no good night messages, or asking you how you were doing, so he either tried sending someone else the picture and ended up sending it to you by mistake, or he was just straight up horny and in hopes of jerking off with your help. It didn't matter, either option didn't cause you any reaction other than wanting to finish things as soon as possible, because your cowboy had earned his third strike into your heart and you were more than ready to break the cowboy hat rule for the last time and ride your cowboy guilt-free. Frankie completely slipped off your mind as soon as you walked downstairs and watched as your son and his dad looked both handsome and adorable while wearing matching outfits: black pants, white shirt and leather jackets, not to mention the stetson that just had to go with the rest of the look. Having no clue where Jack found a leather jacket the size of your son, but appreciating the final result, seeing your son as a tiny little version of your cowboy, your heart fluttered, knowing that could be your everyday life with your beautiful family. Feeling proud of them you opened your arms to welcome Wyatt, who rushed into your embrace and snuggled you, barely containing his happiness and excitement of having such a fun day ahead of him.

"You look so pwetty mommy!" He said adorably, your son was definitely a little southern gentleman and you couldn't help but feel just a tiny little bit of angst in your heart to know the years would pass by so fast and soon enough he would be a charming teen just like his father was and the girls would definitely chase after him. You shook though thoughts away, not allowing yourself to suffer in anticipation at how fast time went by, your son was turning four, and he would be that adorable sweet kid for a good while and you really had hopes once he became a teenager he would still be the same sweet loveable boy he'd always been. Ever since you got pregnant, you dreaded the idea of that loving child you carried becoming a rude and distant teen, but you knew Jack Daniels had always been the sweetest young man to his mother and sister, so you hoped Wyatt would be just like his daddy.

"Daddy, mommy looks pwetty, wight?" He raised his little head towards his father with a sweet smile, snapping yourself from your anxious thoughts about the future. Why worry about things that would happen in decades when your lovely son was just there in your arms, overly excited about playing with his pony and jumping on the inflatables.

"Yeah… very pretty, mommy" Whiskey mumbled in a tone you knew very well, his breathing was heavy as he eye fucked you, hand on his waist, and towering over you, not sparing you any flirts since Wyatt rushed to Helen in the kitchen. He licked his lips softly taking a step closer and a realization that he had gone into his full Agent Whiskey mode sent a wave of heat down your core. Of course the fact Jack Daniels was flirty was an understatement, but you could tell the shift when he got into his Whiskey persona, you'd seen him in action, flirting and getting towards a target and the mere thought of being a target for him at that moment made you even more turned on. He had something feral about him acting up all Whiskey on you, and the way his heavy breathing just got closer as he watched you up and down, spread a blush through your cheeks.

"I know what you're doing Jack… you're going all Whiskey on me, it's not gonna work"

"Isn't it? If I remember when we met I was agent Whiskey and though I had another target I couldn't get you out of my mind, sugar… you were so gorgeous, and all I wanted to do was to run my hands up and down your body" Jack's voice wasn't much more than a purr as he placed his hands on your waist, caressing your sides and pulling you closer "you just had… charisma if you know what I mean" he winked and smiled at how shy you got at his touch

"And now you simply walk down the stairs in a pretty little dress and sexy high knee boots and you don't want to get the Whiskey outta me? How am I supposed to earn your third strike if I can't even focus on what I'm doing because you're too goddamn hot, sugar?"

Jack leaned towards you, touching your lips with his own, you could feel his mustache tickling your lips and you placed your hand on his cheek, deepening the kiss. You couldn't explain what had gotten into you, but you couldn't resist that man any longer, if there weren't guests already spreading around the backyard you would sit on his lap and ride him right on his couch.

"Daddy!!! Mommy!!! Can we stawt my pawty?" Wyatt rushed back in, making you take a step away from Jack, trying to pull yourself together. You had a kid's birthday party to attend, not any kid, but your kid's birthday party and all you could think of was riding that devilish cowboy to exhaustion. You had no idea if you and Jack would ever be able to get back together in a definitive way, but you were sure as hell you would at least enjoy the time you were about to spend together.

"Before we go, there's something mommy needs, ain't that right, Wyatt?" He winked at your son who nodded excitedly and ran to the other couch, grabbing a black stetson and handing it to you. However, this one had rhinestones but it was beautiful nonetheless

"Hewe mommy, so you can be a cowgiwl and daddy and I awe cowboys!" You son said excitedly and clapped his hands as he saw you putting the hat on. You laughed softly as the three of you had cowboy hats on, looking like a real family as you walked into the party.

Jack hadn't really spared any money on the party, wanting Wyatt's dreams to come true in the best way he could, you were so thankful for that, but also a little anxious, as he had never had such a big party before, you were used to having a few relatives and friends over to eat some cake and that was it. Your son was mesmerized and it didn't take him long to run off to the toys and the presents, you didn't worry one bit, knowing you were all surrounded by family and friends, not to mention Helen who kept track of him, so happy to see that ranch coming to life, welcoming a party that hopefully was the symbol of a new start for Jack and you.

It also didn't take you long to recognize some familiar faces: Jack's relatives, besides your own, and also Statesman people, such as Champ, Tequila and Ginger. You ran to greet them all, glad to see them again after so long, not that you were awfully close, but they had all been nothing but nice and sweet to you, you figured the weight of working in such a massive organization like Statesman implied that their social interactions should be more tamed. Of course, Jack was always the exception, so warm and open to everyone, but that was just how your cowboy was. Still, there were quite a few dinner parties and brunches on Champ's ranch, and you spent a very good time surrounded by those people. Jack, being the gentleman he was, kept his hand on your back the entire time, showing the guests in an elegant way you were together. Once you walked through the Statesman people, Jack took you to meet someone. It was a young man, dressed in an impeccable suit, who turned around and extended his hand and offered you a smile, he was accompanied by a young woman, extremely beautiful, the two of them wearing matching golden bands, you smiled at them, seeing Jack stepping closer

"This is Eggsy, from the Kingsman… he uh… he pulled me back" the cowboy said with a hint of embarrassment but you felt your heart warming at the information, wrapping your arms around the young man and pulling him for a quick hug

"Thank you Eggsy! From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for saving my cowboy… my son and I really appreciate it" the agent smiled at you and Jack made some small talk when a voice interrupted your conversation.

"Y/N?! I can't fucking believe this" Frankie interrupted, walking towards you at the same time Eggsy and his wife excused themselves and walked away. You turned around, feeling yourself tensing up at the sight of the man and swallowed

"Frankie I-"

"Don't Frankie I bullshit me, you are back together with him?! That guy? Did you hit your head and got memory loss? He dumped you, he told you to abort your son!!!! He didn't want you nor Wyatt, and now you're back together? Is this why you haven't even replied to my texts?"

You didn't even know what to say, Frankie had a point, but he didn't understand your connection with Jack, you were so frustrated that you couldn't get over your feelings for him, it was an internal battle you've had for so long and you were tired of trying to rationalize, everything would've been easier if Jack hadn't hurt you, but he did it and no one could change the past, but at the same time he was redeeming himself and he had showed you he was willing to do whatever it took him for forgiveness, so no, even if you had told Frankie about what Jack had done, he had no right of bringing it up, just as you wouldn't have any right of bringing it up whatever reason he was taken to divorce his wife.

"Keep it down, you're in my house and it's a child's birthday party, we can all talk in my office" Jack interrupted him and tightened the grip around your waist, showing you he had your back and he would support you no matter what. Frankie grunted but nodded, shooting a quick look at his daughter who stood in line to play in one of the inflatables and blew her a kiss, before following you and Jack into the house.

As soon as the cowboy closed the door to his office so no one could bother the three of you, Frankie sat heavily in the armchair and stated at you

"So, he's your guard dog now?" He raised his eyebrow and you shook your head, taking the seat next to his and sighed

"Frankie, please…. Listen, I don't want to make a big deal out of things, but we both know our relationship was more physical than anything, right? And you are a nice guy, I like you, but you know I've always loved someone else" you lowered your head at the same time Jack watched you with surprise, being the first time in years he had heard you admit your feelings for him "we can't be together, Frankie, because I decided to give my family another chance, my son and I deserve it, and Jack deserves it too…"

"Bullshit, Y/N! Fucking bullshit! He's a damn sociopath, he didn't even flinch before kicking you out pregnant, it is all fun and games until you show up pregnant again, then he'll do the same! Can't you see that?"

At Frankie's angry words, Jack reacted badly, feeling offended at the assumptions that guy made. Yes, he knew he couldn't actually be seen as trustworthy, but if someone should feel that way, that person was you, and not some random guy. Ye had no right to say that, so the cowboy immediately stood up and walked to Frankie, pointing a finger at him

"Everyone knows what I did, and I regret it every single day of my life, and I will probably continue doing so until the day I die, it's my burden, to carry this guilt, this shame, to know I will never be trusted but I am doing my best and I will honor my woman and my son for as long as I breathe!" Whiskey groaned, feeling such a rage in his blood, raising his voice and clenching his fist.

He walked to his desk and grabbed a file with the Statesman logo and threw it on Frankie's lap.

"That's for you, so you can see you ain't as perfect as you think you are, you filthy mercenary coke head. You can judge me as much as you can because I've been a monster, I don't deny it, but I'm trying, god knows I am, but I earn honest living for myself and my family, I don't kill and smuggle, like you do, so you gotta wash your filthy mouth before you talk to my sugar like that" he sighed and placed his hands on his waist "I don't want a big fight, it's my son's birthday and the attention should be on him and him only, you're a father so I trust you understand that, all I'm trying to say is that my family gave me a new chance and I ain't ever losing them, so enjoy the party, let your kid run and play, have cake, I don't care, just leave my sugar alone, because she's mine…"

Frankie didn't seem happy at all, but he grabbed his file and stood up, walking outside not wanting to even be in the same room as you and Jack.

You didn't know exactly how you felt, you were so sure you loved Jack, but you didn't like conflicts, let alone conflicts like that. Perhaps things could've gone in a better way, but on the other hand, it was a relief to know you - and mostly your cowboy - had handled things as fast as possible, that way you didn't have to feel guilty about whatever was about to happen after the party. You followed Jack outside, Frankie looked angry and looked for his daughter at the same time you and your cowboy stepped outside.

"OUCH!!!' Wyatt's scream was enough to draw both yours and Whiskey's attention, rushing to your son as fast as you could, seeing how he gripped his arms and cried

"She bit me, mommy!!!" He screamed and ran towards you, hiding his face as he pointed at the little girl who stuck her tongue at him. Frankie scratched the back of his head, visibly embarrassed as he cleared his throat and lowered himself "Mel… you can't bite other kids, apologize to Wyatt right now" he said in a firm voice but she shook her head

"No!!!! I want the pony daddy and he didn't want to give me his pony!" She whined and began crying and Jack felt so angry at the realization Frankie's daughter had bitten his son. He knew it was a kids thing but he couldn't help being protective and angry at the fact that the girl had hurt his son.

Jack hugged Wyatt and rubbed his back "it's okay cowboy, let daddy see it" he extended Wyatt's arm carefully and saw the bite mark, where her teeth had been. His skin was red and he dried his eyes, sniffing sadly.

You sighed and stared at the girl, who stuck her tongue out at you and Frankie felt another wave of embarrassment at the awkward situation.

"Silvew Staw is mine" Wyatt told her and you closed your eyes, lifting him up "come on baby, let's get your pony and take a walk" you said feeling pissed off at that girl. Yes, she was a child, a toddler actually, but so was your son and he never hurt another kid.

Whiskey looked at Frankie and then back at his daughter and shook his head, walking away and following you and Wyatt.

•••

You and Jack sat under the willow tree, his back resting against it as his arms wrapped around your waist. Wyatt played happily with Silver Star, even if his party was going on, he preferred that calm moment of joy with his family. Jack knew the guests would be entertained enough by themselves for a while as long as the catering people he hired had the food and drink coming. He smiled as he looked around, he hadn't been under the willow trees ever since you'd left his life, knowing how much you enjoyed that place, it was always a reminder of your presence in his life. The walking distance from the house to the trees was the path you very often took with Silver Pony or any other horse Jack assigned when he wanted to give you horseback riding lessons, and for you was also a constant reminder of your previous life with Jack.

"I still don't know why you like this place so much, sugar…" he finally said without mentioning Frankie, the breakup or the incident with Frankie's daughter. He felt like there would be a time you two could address it, but at that moment, all he wanted was to keep you in his arms.

"Well, I don't know… I've always liked these trees, they are so pretty and when we were engaged, I always daydreamed of getting married here, under them…" you blushed softly

"Then let's do it, sugar… get your pretty dress, pick the decoration and well get married as soon as possible, you can be Mrs.Daniels by the end of the week" Jack's eyes sparkled at the thought of making you his wife officially, he would love to have his ranch full of people to watch you and him tie the knot, he was sure Wyatt would be the happiest to walk his mommy down the aisle like the little gentleman he was and finally be a real family once for all.

You on the other hand, just chuckled at his eagerness and shook your head "that'd be great Jack, but no, we can't do this… not now at least…" the disappointed eyes your cowboy had given you were enough for you to place your hand on his cheek, leaning in and pecking his lips gently. He wrapped his hands around your waist again, wanting to keep you closer

"If you like these trees so much, we could name our next baby Willow…" he suggested out of nowhere, which made you tense up. You didn't know why he would bring that up, you had absolutely no plans of ever getting pregnant again, let alone with Jack's baby. You decided to give him a chance and let him apologize, but you were definitely not going to make the same mistake again. You got off his lap and looked around, licking your lips and feeling disturbed

"I won't… we won't have any more kids, Jack, and I don't even like this name anyway" that was all you managed to say before going to Wyatt and holding his small hand

"Come on my love, let's head back, it's time to cut the cake…"

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A/N: I don't know besties... These two tire me out sometimes, they are just so stubborn I don't know what to do... I hope you enjoyed it 🤌

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reborrowing · 4 months ago

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a strange appearance, part six

Stranger Swap Masterpost | ao3 First | Prev | Next

word count: ~2900 cws: fear, angst, hunger, reference to past abuse, reference to last chapter's mention of human-ish experimentation (nothing new)

Phoebe

Phoebe yelped as the ground slipped out from underneath her without warning. Or, table, as it were. She reached the floor sooner than she should have, and her leg banged against the edge of the coffee table and stayed there. She caught her breath and sat up and was briefly confused by what she saw. Her apartment, the front room, exactly as it had been the night before.

“Oww,” she said loudly, but the shock was probably worse than the impact.

It was over.

She rubbed at the fresh sore spot on the back of her head and briefly considered how hard she’d hit it. None of the morning was possible and it would be far from the first time Phoebe had fallen asleep in front of a screen instead of in her bed. Again, the idea presented itself: the whole thing had been an unwanted dream.

But she looked down (down, thank god!) to the coffee table and there was her phone, still open to an obscure journal article. And there was the sheet scrap she’d tied around herself like the world's tiniest toga. Dull pain all over assured her that she’d done more than lay around on the couch. She caught a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye as something darted out from underneath a sweatshirt left empty on the couch.

Val, she realized.

She didn’t have time yet to marvel. They scrambled across the couch cushion much faster than she’d expected, and then kept going. She only got a glance at their face, but they were obviously panicking again. They clawed their way up the back of the couch frantically, but had nowhere back there to go but a jump to the hard floor on the other side.

“Woah, woah, stop! Hey!” she cried.

Phoebe lurched unsteadily to catch them before they could fall. They flailed for a second, trying to find a new handhold in the upholstery, then fell limp against her grasping fingers. She cupped her other hand around them and pulled them away from the couch.

It went without saying, but they were so small. It was almost easier to understand the scale looking at them than what she’d already gone through this morning. Val didn’t even fill up her palm. How many things their size had she lost, she wondered, running a finger along the length of their stringy tail. It twitched as she reached the end, tickling her with its trail of fluff, and then jerked away to curl up around Val’s leg. She took a sharp breath.

How many things their size had she broken?

She realized that Val definitely hadn’t meant to hurt her earlier because would be all too easy to accidentally hurt them now. A sudden twitch would send them to the floor, a tight squeeze might break bones. She angled her palm to try and make a more comfortable seat and wondered if that was even possible.

Val looked past her hand as if sizing up the fall, until she moved to block their jump. They shook and hunched forward, hugging their knees, as if they were trying to make themself even smaller. Or maybe just trying to keep warm? They’d been wearing a thick sweatshirt all morning and now they were back to the nude. Phoebe wondered if their size gave them trouble with temperature. She hadn't felt too cold but...they weren't human.

“I’m sorry,” they whispered.

“For what? You’re good, I just don’t want you to hurt yourself. I can put you down on the table here if you’ve calmed down a bit,” she said.

She didn’t want to let go of them. She wanted to turn them over and over in her hands like a puzzle until she had more answers. But she was curious, not heartless: she could wait.

“This is normal for you, right? Like nothing else happened?” she asked. They finally looked up to meet her gaze, their expression uncertain.

“Y-yeah, yes. And please, put me down. Please. I’ll be good.”

Val’s tone made her uneasy. There was a sudden bitter taste in her mouth as she re-contextualized the scars down their torso. The size of them, the symmetry of the scratches. That burn on their shoulder looked horribly circular and unnatural, not something likely to have come about accidentally. She felt sick realizing they probably hadn’t been speaking hypothetically about being hurt if a human discovered them. Her disgust must have slipped out onto her face and been misinterpreted because their heart rate suddenly spiked and they leaned forward.

“C-calm, I mean! I’ll sit still. Please,” Val’s voice cracked and wavered.

Phoebe bit her tongue and slowly knelt down to let them on the table. She was still hovering way above them and wasn’t sure how to fix that without laying down which seemed just as uncomfortable. Val dropped almost immediately dropped into a seated position and sat with a tense, unnaturally straight posture and waited for her to say something.

"Dude, it's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you," she said.

She didn’t like this. She’d never been especially good with uncomfortable feelings, whether they were her own or someone else’s. She tried to joke about things being so normal again to the tiny person sitting on a coaster and it didn’t help. She laughed nervously and after a pause just long enough that even she was sure it was still uncomfortable, Val joined her. She didn’t know what else to do and mumbled something about going to get dressed, pointing out the scrap she’d been wearing so they could do the same if they wanted.

Val flinched again, the fur on their tail bristling as the shadow of her gesture approached but otherwise they were nearly perfectly still. Her cheeks pinked as she realized they may not want to wrap up in some old, trashy rag a near-stranger had just been wearing. She decided she should just get herself dressed first and shifted uncomfortably, debating whether or not she should leave them here or if that would strand them on the table. Was she supposed to cut up another outfit to be a good host? Finally, Val stood and shuffled to the fraying purple scrap.

“What are you going to with me?” they asked quietly.

“What?”

“I thought it would be nice to know before you… I don’t know. Sorry. I can just get dressed,” they muttered.

“No, what do you mean? I’m not gonna do anything to you,” Phoebe said.

They bristled and turned to consider her with eyes wide enough that she could see the iris properly, even from here. They looked bewildered and disbelieving. That sick feeling in Phoebe’s stomach grew, along with a pressing need to defend herself—was it that unbelievable? Were their experiences so universally awful that they thought humans were all just as cruel? The disgust must have slipped out onto her face because they recoiled and slunk back to grab the scrap.

“No, I’m sorry, no, it’s just I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with you. Or, no, I’m not doing anything with you, that’s not what I meant, I mean—I’m not going to hurt you or kick you out or anything. I’ve never had a guest that’s…like you before. That I knew of anyway.”

Val managed a smile at that, if only for a second.

“I—it’s not that I think you want to hurt me or anything but…after…I don’t think anyone would blame you for…you could, you know?” they said, voice soft.

“If you mean like, for earlier, I’m not mad. Like, all these bruises don’t feel great but you were having a bad morning, I get it. Kinda. But I don’t want to get payback, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she said. It was enough to get them to relax at least a hair.

“I—we probably should get dressed, like you said. My um, my clothes are under your dresser from this morning, if you don’t mind giving me a lift over there. O-or you could bring them here, if you don’t want to—it’s awkward, now I know,” they said with an empty laugh.

“What would you prefer?” Phoebe asked and they startled.

“Oh! Um, either is fine, thank you. Whatever’s easier for you.”

Phoebe was skeptical of that, given how skittish they’d been, but held out a hand for them. She didn’t want to dig around on the floor, she had spent enough time down there today. Val cringed at first as she reached for them, then loosened as they looked at her open, waiting palm. They bundled up the sheet scrap to cover their chest before looking up at her with a shy smile.

“Thanks. Um, for not grabbing me again. And…just, thank you for not being mad,” they said.

Phoebe nodded uncomfortably. She’d only been trying to keep them from hurting themself, had she hurt them instead? They didn’t look injured. Her hand wavered, but they bounded easily up her fingers and sat on the cushion of her palm with a lightness that took her breath away. They had an easy balance even on her uneven flesh and settled comfortably against her fingers as if they had been made to fit there.

They were so impossibly small and spectacularly delicate-looking. Their eyes were big and wet and they were altogether cute in the same way as a kitten, if she pretended she didn’t know about those brutal scars. She brushed her thumb through their hair and felt their ear twitch as her fingertip passed it by. The fur on the end of their tail tickled her palm as—also like a cat—they thumped it against her hand in apparent annoyance until she sheepishly apologized.

“It’s alright, you’re not the first. I already knew I’m pretty,” Val said.

Phoebe rolled her eyes and stood up. They set a hand on her thumb as if for balance, little claws resting in the ridges of her fingerprint, but she could tell they didn’t need the support—there was no weight in the gesture. Unlike her, they were used to this. They barely swayed as she started to walk.

“Hey, so, before we uh, turned back, we were talking about other people like you? You said you were a borrower, was it?” she asked.

“R-right, I was… we were looking at those… right. Yeah, borrower. I don’t know if that’s the ‘right’ word, scientifically. It’s like…you’re human but call yourself mankind? I think there’s another word,” they mumbled.

“Like what?”

They took a deep breath and crossed their arms like they were hugging themself. She could feel the tension ripple down their back. She waited for them to decide on how much they were willing to share.

“I always just say borrower, but, um…I think it also starts with b, maybe. Not sprite, though. I’ve never heard that.”

“I’ve never heard sprite describe anything real, just fantasy creatures. I guess I’ve never heard of anything like you being real either,” Phoebe said.

This time Val muttered too quietly for her to hear and gestured towards the dresser. They must be with questioning again. She set them down on the floor and shuffled backwards to the closet, hyperaware of how heavy her footsteps were, before turning around to grab her own clothes and offer them some privacy in process.

By the time she turned back around, Val had vanished. She called out and looked under and around the dresser for where they could have hidden themself, but they were gone.

Val

Val spent what felt like an eternity tucked against the side of the mattress waiting for Phoebe to give up and leave. There was a terrifying minute where they chose not to breathe as the shadow beneath them deepened and Phoebe searched in the dusty space below the bed. She sighed when all she could find was her own clutter. They were glad they were themself again but they wanted this whole thing to be done and over. They worried it never would be.

They should come out, they knew that. It was awful and rude to run off and disappear without a word of goodby, worse to skulk around where they didn’t belong. Even if she really wasn’t upset with them already, she’d have every right to be furious when she found them. And it was a matter of when, not if, unless they moved away from her apartment entirely. She knew now and Val was a mediocre borrower on their best days. She’d catch them eventually. Their gut told them it would have been better to stay and cooperate and just hope they could convince her not to use them as a lab rat.

They had only run because the colony was so close—running was the right thing to do by borrower standards, or the least wrong anyway. If they could convince the colony that it hadn’t been their fault… Better yet, they could try to cover it up like it had never even happened. They’d never be able to do that if they stayed with her.

All Val wanted was a place in the colony where they could pick up some specialist trade and never had to leave the walls again. They were more learned than most borrowers after all, entirely literate, they could be useful. They didn’t mind tedious busywork. They didn’t mind being ordered around. They were tired of being fending for themself alone like this.

“I guess you went home. Not sure how I feel about you skulking around my room, but... alright. I’d still like to talk about… well, everything, really, if you’re willing to come back sometime,” Phoebe said eventually.

Talk. Would she really be willing to leave it at talk?

They let another few minutes pass after she left the room before rushing for the nearest escape. The climb home was long and laborious without their gear and once they made it, they collapsed onto their little sponge bed and stayed there for days.

Val listlessly re-arranged their shelf in a futile search for a forgotten stash of food. There hadn’t been anything there yesterday, or the day before, but the day before that they had found a little pile of sunflower seeds they didn’t remember taking. Those had only lasted so long.

They hadn’t left their loft since they made it back home. They’d barely left their bed. They had lost track of how many days had passed—at least a week. They should have been packing. They should have packed, past tense. They should be gone. They should have sent word to the colony in the center of the complex that one of the tenants knew, (that maybe everyone knew), but how could they defend themself this time—the truth was too unbelievable to be an excuse. And how many times could they mess this up before Parsley and the rest of their council told Val that they were no longer allowed to live in the complex?

The idea terrified them more than starving did. They weren’t built to survive outside, not with the weather and the cold and about five hungry, violent creatures for every one Val had already heard of. No, they’d much rather starve than get banished to the wild to be eaten.

But it was getting late. The unit downstairs had pets and the one next door had another outcast rumored to have been exiled for his violent tendencies. Val didn’t have the energy to navigate around either. They barely had the energy to trudge around their own loft. If they didn’t do something now, this was going to get even worse and then they would die.

They wrapped themself in another layer of flannel and glared at the floor. As if in mockery, the kitchen below them smelled amazing. It was so close. Hot, seasoned food. They could almost see it through the drywall, simmering on the stove.

Muffled music bounced through the walls, occasionally joined by Phoebe's off-key alto. They listened when she spoke up now, in case she was saying something that they needed to know. Several times, she had addressed them directly as if they were in the room with her. She wanted to see them again.

She said she didn’t mind if they stayed.

They squeezed their eyes closed and rolled deeper into their bedding. Bad idea.

Of course she said didn’t mind if they stayed. She was more than curious, prying. She had let them go, but Val had felt the hesitation. The slight jerk of her hand when they went to leave, the desire to keep them for herself to study. Val shuddered at the thought of those photos and pulled their blankets tighter around themself.

Maybe some ants would make their way into the loft, now that Val had choked down the last of the herbs they’d been using as pest deterrents. Their empty stomach lurched in distaste that roiled into another pang of hunger. They had never liked their mother’s awful outdoorsy, survivalist eats. God, they envied how long a human could go without food—what good did the ability even serve, when they had all the food they could want?

Maybe they should risk the cabinet once they were sure Phoebe was away from the kitchen. Maybe she hadn’t set any traps. Maybe they could get lucky again. Maybe it wouldn’t so bad.

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the-ultimate-muses · 3 months ago

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@despairs-memorial liked for a starter uwu (X)

Kazuchi wasn't one to get into fights, often seeking to disengage completely if it all possible. Fighting back wasn't something he was used to, it often leading to far worse pain than if he'd just let it happen. For him to start a fight was near unheard of, there really only being one thing to get him angry enough to do so, and that was protecting his friends. While Gundham wasn't a friend friend, more of a....yeah, he still didn't know, and was sort of afraid to ask. It didn't really matter anyways, not like they were broadcasting it, Kaz sure most people didn't even pay them any mind.

He really hoped it stayed that way after the tussle he'd gotten himself into, but it was a bit too late now to have regrets. Nor did he even feel any regret over it, and maybe that should concern him a little, but the only thing Kaz was capable of feeling in that moment was anger.

Even now, that's all he was really able to feel, the mechanic just having left the Headmaster's office after a long talking to. Seeing him in such a state was so abnormal that there were students clearing from his path as he made his way out of the school's main building with the intention of heading to his garage and lose himself in some work until he could calm down.

The world had different plans though, and while Gundham was the last person he wanted seeing him like this; not only still fuming, but also bleeding and bruised, a cut on his lip where his teeth had caught, slowly purpling knuckles, and dirt staining his clothes, it gave him just that.

"If you're here to give me shit too, I don't wanna fucking hear it." Was out of his mouth before he could even think of curbing his anger as he pushed past the breeder now blocking his path. Kazuichi didn't even know if Gundham knew of the fight beyond just now seeing Kaz in the aftermath of it, with this being a far cry than how he shattered after an altercation with his father.

"The asshole deserved it. I'd hit him again if I fucking could."

#kicking my feeties like :3 #my favorite part of kaz: the Feral Possum that comes out whenever protecting his friends lmao #mobile bound #muse: kazuichi soda #despairs-memorial

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vilevenom · 8 months ago

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I asked for a sad prompt, and MAN, did you deliver, @bitterbunny07! I'm definitely still working through some writers block, but it felt so good to get this done within a couple of hours. So, yeah, obvious trigger warning: mentions of miscarriage. Nothing is described, however.

Enjoy!~

This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening. After everything he'd already gone though, how could this be happening?

Branch's ears were ringing. He knew Poppy and the doctor were talking to him, but he couldn't hear them. He couldn't breath.

Branch hadn't seen Poppy in a week. He knew she'd brought him back to the bunker after the doctors appointment, and he was pretty sure she'd come by the bunker once or twice since then, but he hadn't seen her. He made point of staying holed up in his room, only venturing out once in the last week to grab a few rations from his pantry, though he barely touched them. He felt like he didn't deserve to. Not after…that.

So, it was a little surprising when he heard a knock on his bedroom door.

"Poppy?" he asked, his voice slightly croaky from crying near endlessly over the last week.

"Sorry, bud," a much deeper voice than Branch had been expecting said, before the bedroom door opened to reveal his oldest brother, "But she did ask me to come check on you."

"I don't blame her," Branch sniffed, rubbing at his eye and hunching his shoulders under the pile of blankets he'd buried himself under, "For not wanting to see me."

"Hey, now," John Dory scolded quietly, moving across the room to sit on the edge of Branch's bed. He reached out and gently pulled the blankets away from Branch's head, revealing the starkly grey face below. "Who said she didn't want to see you? That has nothing to do with it. She's worried about you, Bitty B, but she thought you wouldn't want to see her."

"Why would she think I didn't want to see her? I'm the one who…I…our egg," Branch choked on his words, covering his mouth with a hand as he gagged. John Dory reeled back quickly, glancing around and snagging a waste basket from near the bed as Branch dry heaved into his hand.

"It's okay, B," John soothed, holding the bin near Branch and shifting so he could rub his baby brother's back. Or, at least, where he assumed his back was through all of the blankets. "Let it out."

"I-" Branch began, only to snag the bin from John's hands and heave into it, what little contents he had in his stomach escaping in a mad dash.

"That's it," John hummed, wrinkling his nose at the retching sounds, but otherwise doing his best to stay calm and soothing.

Once Branch was done he sat back, settling the bin in his lap as he wiped the back of his hand over his mouth as a quiet sob bubbled up from his throat. "Why did this happen?"

The nearly inaudible question caught John Dory a bit off guard, but he collected himself quickly, taking the waste basket from Branch and setting it on the floor so he could gather his littlest brother and all of his blankets into his arms. "I can't answer that, Bitty B. I'm sorry."

"I did everything right," Branch sniffed, leaning into John, "I took all the vitamins, I was careful with my hair. We sang to it every day…But it still-it still died."

John gave Branch a squeeze, nuzzling his chin gently into the top of his brothers head, where he knew the egg once sat. "Sometimes…sometimes these things just happen. Without rhyme or reason."

"That's not good enough!" Branch suddenly snapped, wrenching himself out of John's grasp, his blankets falling down around his waist as he turned a tearful, angry scowl on his brother. "There has to be a better explanation! Even the doctor couldn't figure it out! It's not fair!" Branch hiccupped, his anger quickly burning out as tears he should, by all rights, be too dehydrated for began to tumble down his cheeks. "It's not fair."

"I know, Branch," John sighed, reaching for his brother again, only to have his hands slapped away.

"How would you know?! How could you possibly know what this feels like?! This-this awful, hollow feeling from knowing that, no matter what you could've done, no matter how much you wanted it, that your body rejected and killed something so defenseless? Something so small?"

John let his brother rage at him, a look of sympathy on his face. He let out a quiet little sigh, before digging into his hair and producing three small photos. He looked them over for a moment, before holding them out to Branch. His younger brother took them with a confused frown, his nose wrinkling as he tossed the photos back towards John after glancing at them briefly.

"Are you trying to rub something in my face?" Branch snapped, watching as John quickly and reverently picked the photos back up.

"No," John sighed, brushing his thumb over the edge of the photos, "They were mine."

Branch opened his mouth to snap at his brother again, only for his brain to lethargically catch up to what he just saw and heard. John didn't have kids, but he had pictures of eggs. "…Were?"

"Yeah," John gave a little nod, a sad smile on his face as he fanned the photos out and tipped them so Branch could see them again, though he did not offer them back over. "I didn't actually get a picture of the first one, since I sort of blacked out? And my partner at the time took the egg before I could do anything, but…yeah. I took a pictures of the rest. None of them survived past week three."

"I…John," Branch began, eyes wide as his brother tucked the pictures back into his hair.

"Hey, this isn't about me. I just wanted to let you know that I get it. I've been where you are. It's hard, and nothing I say or do will probably ever make you feel better. But, I just want to let you know I'm here. And so is Poppy," John said as he reached out to gently squeeze Branch's knee.

"When were they?"

"Hmm?"

"The eggs. When were they?"

"Oh," John sat back and fidgeted slightly. "Probably in my mid to late twenties? My partner was really, uh, affectionate, let's just say, but not…they weren't really present. It was a fair few years after the band broke up, and I made some really piss poor life decisions."

"And you wanted them?"

John sighed, rubbing at his face, before slumping over to lean on the headboard of Branch's bed, a far away look on his face. "So much. My partner sucked, but I loved kids. And, honestly, thinking I was gonna get to raise a kid of my own, it made me feel like I was getting a second chance to be better. I messed up so bad taking care of you guys, I thought it was the universe giving me a another chance. But that…well, obviously that wasn't really the case."

"I'm sorry."

"Hey!" John sat up, reaching out to tug Branch into a hug, glad that this time his brother fell into his chest without complaint, "Again, this isn't about me. This is about you."

"But…I couldn't imagine going through this again, and again…how did you manage?" Branch murmured, turning his face to bury it against John's shoulder.

"Honestly? I didn't. I wallowed a lot, and I just sort of floated through life. Pretty sure I was grey for a good chunk, too? I honestly don't really remember much. All four of them happened within the span of, like, two years."

"…If I ever find out who your partner was during all that, you know I'm going to send the K-Pop and Reggaeton trolls after them, right?" Branch muttered, half muffled by John's shoulder.

John snorted, rubbing Branch's back as he chuckled. "Yeah, I'm not gonna tell you that. Plus, I would have to honestly say that, with the amount of, mmm, illicit activities they enjoyed, I wouldn't be surprised if time already beat you to that punch."

They sat quietly for some time, John quietly humming as he stroked his fingers up and down Branch's back, while his shoulder became damp with his youngest brothers silent tears. Finally, when he deemed a sufficient amount of time had passed, and his knee began to protest the way he was sitting on the edge of the bed, he gently pushed Branch back so he was sat up. "How're you feeling now?"

"Horrible," Branch stated bluntly, sniffing rather loudly and earning a soft smile from his brother.

"Yeah, I could've guess that," John chuckled, offering Branch a handkerchief from his hair, "You look like garbage. But, do you think you're feeling well enough to see Poppy?"

"…Does she really want to? See me, I mean?" Branch wiped at his face, while he glanced at the fingers of his free hand. "I'm even grey again. This isn't what she signed up for."

"I think you should probably let her decide what she signed up for, Bitty B," John murmured, standing up from the bed and letting out a groan as his back cracked and his knee popped.

"Yeah," Branch sighed, absently wringing the handkerchief in his hands. "You can tell her, whenever she wants to, she can come over. We should talk about this."

"That sounds good," John hummed turning his head slightly, "You hear that, your highness?"

Branch jerked in his spot on the bed, turning wide eyes on his bedroom door as Poppy pushed it open, a bashful, tired little smile on her face as she waved at Branch. "Sorry, I-I really didn't know if you'd want to see me? And you were so sad, so I knew you needed someone to talk to, but I didn't think it being me would've been a good idea, and I couldn't think of anyone else you would let in here, let alone actually talk to, so I just-"

"Poppy!"

Branch let out the first quiet laugh he had in over a week as Poppy's mouth snapped shut with a click of her teeth, while he lifted the blankets in a silent offer to the queen of pop. She let out an audible sob, before rushing the bed and snuggling up into Branch.

"Yeah. You kids'll be okay," John muttered to himself, turning to let himself out of the bedroom as the two began to speak in hushed tones to each other under the blankets.

"John, wait!"

John Dory paused in the doorway, turning a curious glance back at his brother, who was already beginning to look a bit lighter. Not blue, not even close, but not the dark charcoal grey he'd been moments before. "Yeah?"

"Thank you. For being here, and talking to me."

"Whenever you need, you know where to find me," he said with a small nod, before heading out the door.

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topazadine · 4 months ago

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Defeating Protracted Writer's Block

Sometimes we get a little stuck on a few words; that's normal. Sometimes we just don't feel like doing anything today and would rather roll around on the ground pretending to be a slug or perhaps a snail. Also normal. Very normal.

However, what do you do if your writer's block has gone on for days, weeks, months, years?? Well, you've got to make a plan to defeat the Block. Here are some suggestions I have developed.

Resist the urge to start something new.

Sit with the discomfort.

Give yourself grace.

Assess your overall life circumstances.

Read outside of your comfort zone.

Try a new hobby or activity.

Start over completely (in a new document).

Cannibalize the piece.

And at the end, I'll share some action points to sum up.

As always, I am not the end-all be-all of writing advice, maybe I'm wrong, maybe you have other suggestions, take what you like and leave the rest. Let's go.

Resist the urge to start something new.

I have discussed in another post why you should not have a million WIPs, with citations as to why having a million WIPs is not conducive to good writing processes, so I will not belabor the point.

Basically, the brain really only focuses on one thing at a time. The more projects you have going, the more scattered your focus is, and the less likely you will be to finish any of them.

I get that you might be bored with your WIP, but if you start a new project, you are exponentially less likely to actually finish it. Maybe you've given up on it totally, and that's fine, but if you did intend to get it done, then stick with it.

Any ideas you have can be set aside for later exploration; write them down and you can be assured that they're not going anywhere.

Sit with the discomfort.

One of the best things I have learned over my life, both in writing and overall, is to be okay being uncomfortable. This mostly comes to me regarding getting feedback on my work, but it also refers to being okay with having writer's block.

There's a skill that comes from knowing when you need to push through a bit of writer's block (which is typically just being unmotivated) and when you need to sit back on your heels and breathe. If you have thrown all your tools at the writer's block, such as turning off your phone or using Stimuwrite, and you're still stuck, then you need to accept that right now is not for writing.

Personally, I always get very anxious when I have writer's block. What if I just give up on the story completely? What if I'm just a bad writer and my inspiration has run out? What if I'll never be able to write anything ever again?

Then I remind myself that I have been writing since I was 7 and I have always come back to it, no matter how bad things have gotten in my life. Experience has shown that even if I take a break, I am almost certainly going to return to it because it's my longest-held and most well-developed skill.

In many cases, just acknowledging that I'm more anxious about the future of my craft rather than this particular story is enough to get me to calm down, and by releasing that mental finger-trap, I start to feel inspired again.

Accept and acknowledge the writer's block. Recognize that it's there. Don't avoid it. Simply let it be there for the moment.

Give yourself grace.

Creatives can be really hard on themselves, especially in a world that is constantly pushing us to develop content as soon as possible. We think that if we don't put out a story every week, no one will care about us anymore and we'll be forgotten. Algorithms have started to infest our brains and change our self-image into a "content creator" instead of a writer, artist, musician, and so on.

But these algos were not created by creative people. They were developed by tech bros who do not understand the process of producing something unique.

Downtime is part of being creative, just like rest days are part of being an athlete. Your brain needs time to decompress, relax, and mull over story ideas. No one would force a marathon runner to set out on another cross-country trek just days after completing their last one because their muscles would explode.

If you don't have a looming deadline, relax. Be gentle to yourself. Let yourself loll around and pretend to be a snail. Freeing your mind of that anxiety can, paradoxically, make you want to work again.

Assess your overall life circumstances.

In addition to my controversial beliefs about not starting a million WIPs, I also do not ascribe to the myth of the martyr artist. I covered that in more detail at the link, but basically, being depressed and stressed out does not actually make you more creative, no matter what you think. Not only does that post explain the science behind it, but it shows you some examples of my own writing done during different stages of bipolar disorder: manic, depressed, and stable.

I don't care what any starving artists say. As someone with a severe mental illness, I can confidently tell you that being unstable is not good for creativity. Your brain is under stress, and it doesn't have the metabolism necessary to produce great work.

But this does not just stand for having a severe mental illness like bipolar disorder; it can also refer to just overall shitty life circumstances, like being stuck in a bad job or having toxic people around you.

Sometimes a dip in productivity can actually be the sign you need that there's something awry elsewhere, something you may not even noticed was wrong. As such, when you're feeling The Block, sit down and think about your life circumstances. Are you happy? Are you financially stable? Are the people around you supportive and kind? Are you getting enough food to eat? Do you have regular healthcare?

Of course, sometimes you will face protracted life circumstances that are inconducive to creative activity, and there is nothing you can do about it. I'm not saying that if you're in a bad place, you should just stop writing - not at all. We'd be missing half the literary canon if that were the case.

But. If you are facing challenges, and you're feeling blocked, and you have the means to take care of those things, by all means do. Take care of your life stuff. The writing can wait. You as a person are much more important than what you produce. You deserve to be happy and healthy and well taken care of.

If you are facing challenges, and feeling blocked, and you can't take care of those things, then please give yourself grace. Be kind to yourself. Take it slow. Do just as much as you can and no more. Ask for grace from others if you need to. Again, you as a person are always, always more important than what you produce.

Read outside of your comfort zone.

In addition to writing The Eirenic Verses, I am a freelance SEO writer who mostly writes stuff about real estate and personal injury. You'd be surprised at how much inspiration I get from the boring stuff that I have to write for work! I'm serious - these obnoxiously dry statistics and such have helped me immensely in my creative fiction.

For example, there's a scene in one of the upcoming books where the MC falls down a cliff. I would not have even considered including that if it weren't for writing personal injury articles about construction accidents. I also got inspiration for the main theme of book 8 in the series, Perseity, after writing about real estate probate. I'm serious!

Sometimes, nonfiction like that can kickstart your creative process more than fiction because you won't just be copying the themes or ideas included in whatever you're currently reading. I recommend that you read fiction for things like dialogue, interesting words to use, and so on, but nonfiction for the actual story ideas. After all, life is frequently stranger than fiction. You never know what you'll find in there.

Try a new hobby or activity.

We, of course, use our brains to write, and our brains are always eager for new inputs. The more that you expose yourself to interesting things, whether that's going on a short daytrip or trying out a new skill, the more neurogenesis that occurs and the more metabolic activity going on up there. And we want neurogenesis and good metabolic activity.

If you're really struggling to write, step away from the computer and do something new. It could be anything, but at the bare minimum, it must make you feel like an idiot who does not know what they are doing. It must make you have to try new movements, or apply old knowledge in new ways, or go to somewhere you've never been before and don't know the layout of. This shakes you out of your old patterns of behavior and forces you to shift your understandings of how things work, which can give you new perspectives on your work.

Start over completely (in a new document).

I will only touch on this briefly because I don't use it, but I know other people have had success with it. Basically, you begin all the way over again, writing it as you would have from the beginning. Not copying and pasting, but typing it all over again.

Sometimes (or so I have been told), this helps you recognize where things are going wrong and workshop solutions as you go along. Many also use this for editing when they are done, as it helps you catch typos you wouldn't have noticed otherwise.

Cannibalize the piece.

If you are really stuck, fed-up, angry, and don't think you can bear to go on, then don't! Unless you've already promised this work to someone or you're doing this for pay, there's no rule that you have to finish everything you start.

But no writing is ever wasted. There is likely the seeds of something good in there that you can recycle. It may be really good phrases, ideas, characters, locations, dialogue, whatever. But there is something good in every single piece, no matter how down you are feeling about it right now.

I've given up on a ton of pieces, but I often find echoes of them in later works, even if I never copy-pasted anything. That's because it was still practice - I was still learning and growing as a writer. The only way to improve is to keep going forward, but that does not mean you have to beat a dead horse. Chop it up and feed it to your next piece so you have the strength to continue.

Action points for beating protracted writer's block

Don't start a new WIP unless you have completely given up on this one. If you get story ideas for something else, write them down but don't start them. Allow yourself to have writer's block: unless you have a deadline, the writing will still be there. Recognize that much of writer's block is about anxiety about your skills rather than a true creative stop. Remove the "content creator" curse that tells you that you must be working 24/7. Consider downtime to be part of the creative process, just like athletes need to rest. Remind yourself of how many other times you have have writer's block and the fact that you were able to get over it that time too. Assess your overall life circumstances and consider whether your writer's block is a symptom of something bigger. Prioritize self-care rather than attempting to be a martyr for your art. Read something you wouldn't usually in order to broaden your horizons. Consider reading nonfiction for story ideas and fiction for specific craft inspiration. Do a new hobby, especially one that is completely out of your comfort zone. Rewrite the entire piece in a new document. Take pieces from the old work and start something new if you have fully declared it dead.

If you enjoyed this, maybe you'll consider purchasing my gay fantasy romance, 9 Years Yearning. This coming-of-age story features two young soldiers in a world lightly inspired by the Mongolian steppes, infused with poetry magic and literary mythology.

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fritzes · 1 year ago

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ok, now that I’ve calmed down here are my objective, purely tennis-based observations about the draw:

wta:

swiatek has a really, really rough draw. kenin in round 1 is the worst luck, she’s a former ao champion and she just took out coco in round 1 of wimbledon. in round 2 it’ll be collins or kerber, which isn’t awful especially considering she just beat kerber at the united cup and has only lost to collins once. then she could meet svitolina in the round of 16, who beat her in the wimbledon quarterfinals. and of course, her nemesis ostapenko is lurking in the bottom half of the quarter, but she would have to get past azarenka first which is a tall order at the ao. so yeah, not looking great for iga but it isn’t by any means a lost cause

things aren't looking great for vondrousova either, ever since the us open her results haven't been very good and she's been struggling with injury. her draw looks manageable until the round of 16 on paper, but if her body doesn't hold. up I could see her going out to navarro. in the round of 16 she's probably gonna be stuck with either azarenka or ostapenko, and I don't see her winning either of those matches

ajla tomljanovic is also in this nightmare quarter, and we could see her beef with ostapenko get rehashed in the second round. if that match does happen though, it depends on ostapenko's level, not tomljanovic's. if she's on, ajla doesn't really have a chance, but if she has an off day then its anyone's match. ajla could single-handedly save iga's sanity

rybakina/pliskova as a first round matchup is really interesting, there's way less "servebots" in the wta than the atp and yet two of them are against each other in the first round. I think pliskova's movement (or lack thereof) will sink her, elena should win this match pretty easily. she has a pretty good draw, I don't think there's anyone in her half of the quarter that can really pose a threat

the bottom half of rybakina's quarter is really interesting. pegula vs zheng is the projected round of 16 match, but if raducanu can stay injury free (and that's a BIG if) she might be able to make a deep run. I don't think she's gonna get past zheng, but there's a chance. if zheng/pegula does happen, it's probably going to be a very close match

daria kasatkina is also in this quarter. she's really good at playing to her seed, and I think that's what will happen here. I don't think she'll lose before the round of 16, but I don't think she'll beat rybakina

the projected semifinal of swiatek vs rybakina has a lot of potential, but they have to get there first. honestly I'm really confident in elena making the semis but iga is going to have a much tougher time

and now to the third quarter, which is completely ridiculous. gauff vs sakkari is the projected quarterfinal, but in this quarter we also have: linette (who was a semifinalist last year), wozniacki, haddad maia, garcia, osaka, and fernandez

that being said, gauff has a pretty decent draw. her first big challenge is potentially fernandez in the fourth round. they’ve only played each other once at the french open juniors, which coco won. I think coco will win this match because, especially now with her improved forehand, she’s a lot more well-rounded and complete than leylah. of course, there is the possibility of osaka in the round of 16. if she gets past garcia (who has been in a bit of a slump lately) I think naomi can absolutely get there, which will be a major challenge for both her and coco

as for the top half of this quarter, I’m going to make a bold prediction and say haddad maia is going to be a quarterfinalist. sakkari is the projected quarterfinalist, but her mental block at grand slams is definitely holding her back. she lost in the first round of the last three slams she played, and while I think she can make a bit of a dent here I don’t think she’ll go that far (I would love to be wrong). I don’t think wozniacki and linette will get past haddad maia either

sabalenka couldn’t have asked for a better draw. there is no one I can see that could maybe pose a threat until samsonova in the round of 16, but even then I think aryna can handily win that match. in the quarterfinals she will most likely play jabeur or krejcikova, both of which are winnable matches. honestly, aryna’s biggest opponent in this quarter is herself. she's dealing with the pressure of defending a grand slam title for the first time ever, and it’s definitely possible that the mental side could make her game worse. this is absolutely aryna’s quarter to lose

for the top half of the quarter, it’s probably going to be jabeur vs krejcikova in the round of 16, unless andreeva manages to pull of a massive upset. both of them have the potential to beat sabalenka in the quarterfinals (especially ons), but if aryna plays like she did last year I don’t think they’ll beat her

the projected semifinal is a rematch of the us open final, which could definitely give coco the edge because aryna will probably be thinking about that match (and how she lost it from a set up). that being said, either of them can win it, I think they’re pretty even in terms of level right now

interesting round 1 matches: swiatek/kenin, kerber/collins, rybakina/pliskova, linette/wozniacki, garcia/osaka, samsonova/anisimova, vekic/pavlyuchenkova

atp:

oh boy this first quarter is… something. at first glance, it looks like djokovic is going to win. and yes, djokovic is probably going to win this quarter. I honestly think that the person with the best chance against him here is ben shelton. he lost in straight sets at the us open, but I feel like he’s improved so much since then and I do think it’s possible. is it probable? absolutely not, and all logic points to novak djokovic winning this quarter

the bottom half of the quarter can be anyone’s. tsitsipas is projected to win, but he’s been struggling with a back injury that seems really serious, and drawing berrettini first round definitely isn’t helping. I don’t think tsitsipas is going to make the quarterfinals, but there isn’t really a clear person to take his place. any one of berrettini, fritz, or musetti could be a quarterfinalist and that would make perfect sense. if berrettini is in form, a deep run absolutely isn’t out of the question, but I’m not sure if he’s going to be at his best. fritz, by all means, should be able to make the quarterfinals, but his mental block at slams is very real. he did make the quarterfinals at the us open so that probably helps, but knowing his grand slam history I don’t have a lot of confidence in him getting to the quarters. musetti has been so insanely up-and-down lately that I don’t even know what his chances are. if we’re getting the lorenzo that has beaten djokovic, then he can absolutely make the quarterfinals but if we’re getting the lorenzo from any tournament in the second half of last season, it’s not gonna happen

this is jannik sinner’s quarter to lose. if he retains the form of his life from the end of last season, then there isn’t a single person in this quarter he should lose to. now, it’s been a while since the davis cup and obviously form wears off. plus, his history in best-of-five matches isn’t great, and the lot of the hype around jannik is very much due to recency bias (I say this as someone who is absolutely biased towards him). still, his draw looks pretty open and he should be able to take advantage of that

the projected quarterfinalist is rublev, who has never won a grand slam quarterfinal, jannik has a winning record against him. in all honestly, I think it’s more likely that de minaur will make the quarterfinals. he just had an insane run at the united cup, he’s finally in the top 10, and he has the crowd behind him. however, he is 0-6 against sinner and it’s unlikely that he can beat him. however, it is worth noting that before beijing, jannik was 0-6 against medvedev and is now 3-6 against him, so anything can happen

the projected semifinal: sinner vs djokovic. this will be the big test for sinner: can he beat djokovic in best-of-five? I honestly don’t know the answer (I know what I want the answer to be of course, but I’m trying to be realistic). djokovic is definitely the favorite, but I wouldn’t count jannik out at all

let's just call the third quarter what it is: chaos

the projected winner is medvedev, and all things considered this is a pretty great draw for him. he’s always really good at the ao and not very upset-prone unless he’s playing korda, who isn’t in his quarter this year. his first challenge will most likely be dimitrov in the round of 16, and then either hurkacz or rune in the quarterfinals. dimitrov will be a really hard matchup for him considering the form he’s in, and dimitrov won their last meeting. that being said, grigor isn’t always the best at dealing with pressure against players ranked higher than him, and I think medvedev will use that to his advantage. for the quarterfinals, both rune and hurkacz have the potential to beat him (especially hurkacz, the fast courts will really help him out) but medvedev is definitely still the favorite

like I said, the other quarterfinalist is probably going to be rune or hurkacz, but I could see fils, safiullin, and maybe even shapovalov making deep runs. I think if rune’s stamina holds up it’ll probably be him, and we have yet to see him play at a grand slam with his ridiculous coaching lineup so who knows

and now the last quarter. much like sinner, this is alcaraz's quarter to lose. I think the biggest issue for him could be paul in the round of 16, but when you compare carlos’ matches against paul in toronto and cincy, it’s clear that he learned from the loss and I think he can definitely win that match. either of the likely quarterfinalists shouldn’t trouble him too much: he just beat zverev at the us open, and ruud has never beaten him. ever. this is a really good draw for him and if he can capitalize on it he can easily make the semifinals

the top half of this quarter is all going to depend on which casper ruud shows up. if we get the ’22-23 roland-garros and ’22 us open casper ruud, then I have full confidence in him making the quarterfinals. if we get the casper ruud from pretty much any other grand slam, then he’s. Probably going to lose to purcell in the second round. if he isn’t in-form, then unfortunately zverev will most likely be the quarterfinalist, I just can’t see lehecka or norrie taking him out

I don’t think I can even predict the projected semifinal. alcaraz and medvedev are 1-1 in grand slam semifinals. this is arguably medvedev’s best slam, but we haven’t really seen prime alcaraz at the australian open since he was injured last year. either of them could win this and I wouldn’t be surprised

interesting round 1 matches: murray/etcheverry, mannarino/wawrinka, shelton/bautista agut, tsitsipas/berrettini, tiafoe/coric, de minaur/raonic, safiullin/griekspoor, auger-aliassime/thiem, sonego/evans

#here's the big long analysis I was talking about #I didn't proofread this at all so if I messed up no I didn't #also you can see my focus deteriorating as the list goes on so sorry to the bottom half of the men's draw I was barely trying by the end #tennis #wta #atp #australian open #pre-match writeups

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