#so-min hawke

[gyrovagi]

34 & 43 for ur hawkes!

(hawke questions)

34. If Bethany/Carver is alive, how is their relationship after so many years like? And how is it after Leandra's death?

quick context: seongmin is not literate. (quite possibly dyslexic but he just never learned. early parentification in generally unstable family circumstances will do that to you.) pre-leandra's death it was bethany and leandra writing to each other while bethany had very little to say to seongmin, and seongmin never knew what he could say to her in a letter that might possibly Fix It. he loved her and wanted to keep her happy more than anything and this was exactly what made her resent him, so maybe the best thing to do for her now is just to let go (< guy who is now sister-projecting onto merrill so much it's embarrassing).

after leandra's death they almost entirely fell out of touch, it was varric receiving the sporadic bethany updates (she's not writing to gamlen.), though at some point on bethany's end it was more force of habit than genuine resentment. she didn't know how to reach out again, it feels impossible to Get Into It through letters especially when she'd have to make varric act as intermediary. nightmare. their relationship does eventually recover, post-game - bethany fully goes awol from the wardens to accompany anders and seongmin on the run and i don't think she ever looks back. they really are just glad to be alive and with each other again, after everything.

something crazy is happening in rina and bethany's relationship always. when leandra dies rina basically shuts down, she blames herself and redirects the blame onto aveline and lashes out at everyone else (regression into her act 1 aggression my beloved <3). and bethany is horrifically isolated in the circle, with rina kind of incapable of even thinking about her, as cruel as that may be. rina eventually refocuses on bethany as her last family member and Her Responsibility after being named champion, though this is not necessarily a good development. she operates as meredith's right hand and leverages the position to ensure bethany's treated well while refusing to see any problem with how other mages are treated.

they never talk about it but bethany Knows that there's a moment at the end where rina considers letting meredith run her through and finally freeing herself of the burden she's carried her whole life, the little sister she loves and loathes in equal measure. and the fact rina defends her is as much out of love as it is rina trying to justify it all to herself - she's not a monster. she still loves her sister. she does this for her <3 and then rina becomes viscountess and the exceptionalism gets worse!! bethany can't afford losing rina's protection. she would be dead or worse without her sister. how could she not love the sister who saved her. how could she love her sister who's done all this. I don't know what happens to bethany after rina dies and if i think about it too much i might throw up

(carver thoughts pending because i need to actually replay the game with a mage hawke and like. Remember him. before i get into it. my so-min playthrough in high school is just blurs in my mind)

43. How does Hawke react when Varric publishes the Tale of the Champion? Have they read it?

so seongmin DOES start learning to read by late act 2, in my mind it's him and fenris going okay i guess we're doing this fucking thing together and making sure the other actually commits to it. however post-game he is actively a fugitive so it takes a while for word of the insane rpf varric's published to reach him, and i don't know if he ever gets his hands on a copy of it. his reaction is equal parts 'why would he do this? when did he even get the time??' and 'of course he would fucking do this.' i don't think he ever seeks out a copy - i think he understands and appreciates it as varric's effort to set the record straight/cast seongmin as the Hero of the story, but he'd be way too uncomfortable trying to read it.

varric sent rina his first draft and she sent it back with comments on every page like 'i did not fucking say that. keep it in it sounds cool.' circling and underlining any time she gets straight-out described as attractive or if varric is just dedicating a little too much time to making her sound hot. occasionally writing something flirtatious in the margins (< she just got married to sebastian). the sincere or emotionally vulnerable annotations in the tragic parts were scratched out so intensely she nearly tore through the page. later she asked him if she could get that first draft back as a keepsake ('i think i wrote enough in the margins to be counted as co-author') and varric refused.

i'm assuming varric publishes the tale of the champion a year+ after the end of the game, by which point so-min's emotions about the whole thing are somewhat more... settled and i think she mostly views it as funny. it's a little bit of a deflection thing to avoid dwelling on any lingering regrets or resentment from kirkwall, but she does also genuinely think it's funny. she gets very drunk with isabela at one point and they read it through together and she doesn't actually remember any of her thoughts on it afterwards.

bryn rivals varric ^_^ and so i think finds out about the tale of the champion and is not especially impressed. like seongmin, they're capable of understanding it as well-intentioned on varric's end, but they're a lot more skeptical about its effectiveness. it's another biased narrative in a sea of biased narratives. i do think they're more likely than seongmin to seek it out at some point just out of curiosity - they're more capable of emotionally distancing themself from Varric's Hawke and they do want to know what bullshit he said about them, though i don't think they finish it. either they tap out after leandra or realize they actually can't handle confronting varric's opinion on their killing anders (as much mercy kill as genuine judgment and execution and as intentional martyring)

[iero]

Last night... We drank too much. We drank because we were happy to be together.

STRANGE WAY OF LIFE — Pedro Almodóvar (2023)

[hballegro]

ONCE MORE UNTO THE BREACH DEAR FRIENDS, ONCE MORE

prequel

i still have to do BJ's neck [jaw is finished, neck is not. Hawk's neck is tho], and finish the mustache, plus some fine touching to make everything Perfect [bjs forehead, hawk's lips, etc] but. other than that i am DONE with these old heads. fabric is so much easier than faces so im not even stressin abt it. my wrist. it aches.

im FREE no more HAIR except BLURRY STUFF SO NOT LOTS OF DEFINITION

bonus; the end of the journey

[myballzitch]

Hell is my skin

My skin hugs onto my body without my consent, my eyes dilate and force the lights to flash brighter than how the others see them. My ears ring and muffle the words that are being heard perfectly by others. I want it to stop, I need it to stop. They are looking at me, they are worried, I am clearly different. This is no super power, this is no gift, this is a curse of earth, that is being forced upon my brain. I’m going to rip it out.

[little-paper-man]

Sooooooo…

How we all feeling about Sword of the Sea game that was just announced by giant squid? 👀

Because I have a LOT of feelings about it

[ndostairlyrium]

I wish I had the time and the energy to draw and write all the things that come up in my mind about the trio << but all that I can focus on atm is mundane stuff - and Hawke being overly protective towards them because "they've been through a lot" despite being him the one that picked the shortest straw.

I need six months and a bottle of prosecco the size of Iceland

[a-shade-of-blue]

You have 3 mins to evacuate your home as your home will be bombed after 3 mins. Can you do it?

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Imagine having only 3 minutes to evacuate your house. Then 3 minutes later, standing in the middle of the street, shivering in the cold as you did not have the time to put on your winter coats, watching as your house and everything you have is completely destroyed. No time to bring your clothes and coats to shield yourself from the winter cold and the rain, no time to save your treasured possessions, no time to bring any food with you. And food, medicine and other basic necessities are so very expensive in Gaza right now! Mahmoud's family include 10 children, 3 infants, and Mahmoud's sister is still healing from the difficult birth! How are they suppose to survive??

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[d3stinyist1red]

GIRLIE, YANDERE OLDER MAFIA BOSS!!(TAKE YOUR TIME IF YOU HAVE OTHER REQUESTSSSS!!💗)

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yan mafia boss who you work under, with him being your boss and your his right hand woman

yan mafia boss who treats you like you own him, following with whatever you say

yan mafia boss who doesnt like any medics touching him, wanting you to be one treating him

The medic was standing in front of him, clearly fearful for her life bc the man in front of her could kill her if she did the slight mistake. She tried to pat and help the wounds of the Mafia boss who smacked her hand away and huffed.

"Bring me my n/n, now." He said glaring at her as she quickly nodded, basically running to you. She told you about how he refused to let her help and touch him as you sighed. You rubbed your temple before nodding and smiling at her.

"Don't worry, Ill deal with him." You said politely, nodding at her before walking past her, going to the room where he was at. You opened the door and you saw the way his eyes lit up, and a grin landed on his usually nonchalant face. "Love!" He said, as you walked up to him.

"Why are always acting so stubborn to the medics? You know that they're there to help you, idiot." You said clearly irritated, making him pout and tilt his head. "But, I want you to help me!!...and have your hands all over my body..." He whined, grabbing your hand and resting it on his cheek, looking up at you with hearts in his eyes.

yan mafia boss who has to always be in constant contact with you

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n/nnn

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no reply?

Have other hoes?

YOU DO DONT YOU?!!!?!?!!?

i hate u.

You getting blocked.

dont talk to me. I know you hate me.

Okay, im going to kill my self.

...?

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This is (yans name, yall could make sum up) cat, he just shot himself

do you love him

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baby you know that was all a prank

i love u

pls let me eat ur ass

i wanna slurp ur kitty so good that the only thing i could taste is u mami

(seen 1 min ago)

ʏ/ɴsᴅ𝟷ᴅɪᴄᴋʀɪᴅᴇʀ!

ur rlly gonna leave me on seen?

ur lucky i dont come and cream all over ur face rn

pls touch me

yan mafia boss who has his bodyguards protect you no matter where you go

"Okat sigma 1, hawk tuah, ohio go protect n/n, you better fucking protect her with your life, ya hear?!" He said to his bodygaurds aggressively, scowling them down as they shook in fear,....i think one of them peed their pants...erm!

yan mafia boss who is madly jealous, putting a bullet into anyone's head he sees as threat for your love.

yan mafia boss who when you arent around, he struggles to sleep. He tosses and turns, his mind racing with scenarios about what they might be doing or who they’re with. "is she with that ugly bitch from work again?! Is she with one of my bodyguards?! Is she cheating on me?!" He hiccuped through his sobs, biting on his nails, hair all messy from tossing and turning throughout his sleep

He often wakes up in a cold sweat, feeling empty without them next to him. If you spends the night somewhere else, he'll start spamming you on everything even roblox.. If you dont answer within 5 mins, he immediately sends his men to try to find you, and paces around his house, restless waiting for your reply. bruh u were js buying sum takis...

yan mafia boss who is your boss who favors you a little too much!!! <333

IM PROB GONNA UPDATE SOME MORE ON TUMBLR BUT IM STILL ON BREAK ON WATTPAD CUZ I LOST MY GOD DAMN PHONEEE

SORRY IF THIS IS SHORT I DIDNT RLLY KNOW WHAT TO DO FOR MAFIA BOSS YAN

[gyrovagi]

i guess if i talk about caden's stealth nightmare i should talk about rhion's unavoidably public transition that is also increasingly intertwined with her being identified with andraste. (woag you two are the youngest and oldest siblings of the family AND you're narrative foils?) you always ask white girl to save you but who will save the white girl...!

(when she's come to terms with the I am a girl actually thing, i do think she kind of wants to pick a new name for herself but is really unsure about the change and also just chronically indecisive. andrea may be going too far with the andraste reference. failing that it would probably be after a past divine, and in the interests of some continuity i think she'd feel more comfortable with an r name like renata or rosamund. roz or rose as a nickname is very cute to me... rhea could work too. may stick with 'r' trevelyan for the time being as something neutral until eye decide.)

i do think public opinion on a tranquil inquisitor would be Mixed but hear me out: Is There Not Something about the miraculous nature of someone previously tranquil having her magic restored after being aided by andraste in the fade and also having the andrastian sunburst literally branded on her forehead. the habit of randomly weeping is kind of off-putting in person but that would go fucking hard in religious iconography. i think it is actually quite easy to transform her into a religious symbol! maybe initially somewhat fringe and counterculture, but increasingly popular as time goes on.

i dont really want to do another playthrough of inquisition so soon even if i did specifically install the 'kill all enemies button' mod so a hypothetical replay would be less of a pain . and anyway due to both the tranquility and the transition r's tenure as inquisitor exists a lot more in my mind than it ever could in game. Mostly i do just want to play through blackwall romance but i digress.

like, basically when r became tranquil at age 18 it was as much about the ability to stop having a lot of unpleasant and confusing feelings (grief over sean's death, increasing pain and conflict over her body and identity during the transition from adolescence into adulthood) as it was about her fear of her own magic/certainty she would fail the harrowing. in the intervening 15 years none of that got dealt with! it all just slams back into her full force but now she also needs to save the world. so it's quite messy for a while on like every possible level - at the beginning of the game she tends to have pretty weird mood swings from really intense feelings to complete dissociation, interspersed with the weeping that she can't really explain.

i don't have a very clear transition timeline for her... i just have this vision of vivienne saying something to r about the need to clean up into an appearance befitting the inquisitor and r (who has not thought about that at all for 15 years) unthinkingly going if anything i would want to look more like you... and then getting really embarrassed when viv laughs. getting 'mistaken' for a woman every now and then because she has long hair and dresses kind of ambiguously, prone to covering her face and wearing lot of layers and long flowy things, and that sticking with her. being super uncomfortable with formal (masculine) titles and preferring to be referred to by name.

i think r becomes fast friends with josephine and that's probably the most important relationship for her gender journey josie would be so sweet and supportive :). she eventually becomes friends with viv also though that's a more complicated journey. although the idea of her out in the field going 'don't you ever wish you had been born a girl so you could've been beautiful' to a party of like blackwall bull and varric and it's just. crickets. DOES amuse me. she's figuring it out!!

the connection to andraste does complicate the gender feelings though. like the top left doodle was a Bit but also can you imagine if jesus was a woman and you were a closeted tgirl and people kept comparing you to her. (and making portraits where you had straighter blonder hair so you looked more like the most common depictions of her. and incidentally maybe making you look more feminine in these depictions and you were like . What if i looked like that beautiful ambiguously gendered saint.) andraste went into weird trances and heard voices and here's the herald with the sunburst on her forehead and a mark on her hand who sometimes gets caught up in memories and feelings she's repressed for 15 years and starts weeping randomly staring off into nothing.

('herald of andraste' is something other people say about r that she kind of goes oh... sure i guess? i don't know if it's true but it seems to matter to other people, and if it was true, that would also be really reassuring to me, the idea that i was chosen for something and am not like. god's mistake. she doesn't have the confidence to say she's Not the herald, and she takes comfort in the idea, but it's not a title she actively seeks to affirm at all. < blissfully unaware of the implications)

everyone outside of the canon worldstate exists in various nebulous quantum states (the fact i'm not all that interested in making different hawkes exacerbates this), but i AM fond of r meeting so-min hawke who has always been recklessly unashamed of everything about her for better or worse, including her magic and her transness, and that being a formative relationship for her as well. However i have usually paired so-min hawke with sang tabris and the idea of r leaving either so-min or alistair in the fade simply makes me too sad so i need to do more worldstate wrangling. maybe ngayu brosca doesn't like anora enough that she puts an unhardened alistair on the throne alone idk. that fits her vibe

i think she's pretty much fully out and anyone who gives her shit gets killed with hammers offscreen by leliana during the vague time period in-between here lies the abyss and wicked eyes and wicked hearts. she's speedrunning her transition in like 4 months(? i wish someone could give a realistic sense of how much time would have to pass through travel alone in inquisition but i also don't wish that headache upon anybody) after 15 years of repression good for her. mostly this is because i think it would be cute for her to get to wear a dress and dance with blackwall at the winter palace. I'm a simple man

well for now i'm still posting my da oc ramblings here at midnight. my dragon age white GIRL #feminism . and her cancelled wife who im still figuring out how to draw

[cxvii666]

"WHY'S THIS DEALER? TAKING THE PISS!?"

college au! hanta sero x reader

(part three)

cw: drinking, bad language, recreational drug use, reader sells bud, pussy eating, make out sessions, threesome in air quotes (denki's more of a voyeur than anything else) more like you x hanta(x denki), lots of second base action, 21st century love story, genz romcom type beat - part 2 was better and part 1 was my baby

wc: 2.9k

"i've been standing here, for 30 mins"

the party is in full swing, a chaotic mishmash of too-loud music, clinking bottles, people yelling and the occasional cheer from a victorious drinking game. the air reeks of cheap beer and cheaper cologne, and there's this unspoken agreement that everyone is pretending the sticky spot on the floor isn't there. hanta's pretty sure someone just knocked over an entire plate of chips somewhere near the kitchen, and judging by bakugou's growling and yelling, it's about to get cleaned up in the most aggressive way possible.

still, he's not paying much attention to any of that.

not when he's standing near the couch with you on one side and denki on the other, grinning like he just won the lottery. hanta's not entirely sure how this happened-how he went from nursing a lukewarm beer in a corner to being wedged between you two-but he's not complaining.

the three of you were making idle talk about the party, who's a bitch, who hooked up with who, but to be perfectly honest, you have no idea what to say. you know so many cool things about sero, the type of music he likes (from his instagram highlights), that he drinks this special organic green tea every morning (from denki accidently drinking it this one time and screaming it about), that he's super into horror manga, that he likes the same movies as you, that he backstraps when he rolls, and you want him to teach you. but it's like you can't even open your mouth to say any of this to him, and denki has for sure has picked up on this.

the blonde glances at you now from across hanta, mostly out of his own surprise that neither of you two have made a move yet. he mentally rolls his eyes, you all for sure love to call him the dumb one but the only idiots he sees are the two pining next to him.

so denki, as always, is the catalyst. "sooo," he says, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, "y'know, i was thinking..." and the both of you groan on reflex because he's got that glint in his eye, the one that usually means trouble. "we should totally play spin the bottle. or like, seven minutes in heaven or something. you guys down?"

hanta's about to protest- because really?, who even plays those anymore?- but then you laugh. it's that same laugh from the car, the one that's stuck in his head for days, and suddenly he's a little more open to the idea.

"spin the bottle, huh?" you say, leaning back against the armrest of the couch, your hood slipping slightly. "that's so middle school of you, denki.

"hey, middle school was a vibe." denki shoots back, unbothered. he plops down on the carpet in front of the coffee table and waves at the two of you to join him.

"c'monnn, it'll be fun. unless you're scared."

"you're unwell," you deadpan, but your feet follow him to where he's sat and when the smirk creeping onto your face betrays you, and denki catches it like a hawk. you glance at hanta, eyebrows raised. "you in?

"ummm," hanta hesitates, but the way you're looking at him makes it hard to say no. "-sure?"

"that's the spirit!" denki hollers, snatching an almost-empty beer bottle from the table. he's vibrating with chaotic energy as he spins it, barely waiting for it to stop before shouting, "Y'ALL JOINING OR WHAT?"

mina and kirishima are immediately in because they can smell drama from a mile away. a couple of randoms that hanta doesn't from campus join too, and suddenly there's a circle forming, powered entirely by questionable decision-making, and denki's grin widens as he sets the bottle in the middle.

the game starts innocently enough. a couple of spins lead to awkward cheek kisses, overdramatic "EWWWs" from mina, and one insanely disastrous attempt by kirishima to lips bakugou, which ends in a wrestling match that topples half the circle and flipping a table.

but then. oh, then. the bottle lands on you. or more accurately, on you and denki, because the blonde immediately grabs the bottle before it even stops spinning fully.

"alright, alright." denki says, waving his hands like he's running damage control, but his grin is devious. "we'll share."

"share?" hanta asks, an eyebrow raising. "how does that even work?"

denki, completely unfazed, points between you and hanta. "it's simple, dude. a group effort. right, babe?" he winks at you, and to hanta's surprise, you're laughing again.

hanta might actually short-circuit. "you're so stupid." you say, still laughing, but your gaze flick to hanta, and there's no denying the glint of amusement in your eyes.

"what do you say, sero? think you can handle it?"

hanta's not sure if it's the alcohol, the atmosphere, or just the way you're looking at him, but he rolls his tongue across his teeth, a lazy grin creeping onto his face and he nods. "yeah, uh, sure. why not?"

cut to: the three of you sprawled on the couch like you just collectively lost a game of jenga, but instead of wooden planks, it's your sense of dignity. the rest of the group has dispersed, denki's practically in your lap, hanta wedged inbetween, and there's entirely too much touching. it starts simple-a hand on a knee, a brush of shoulders-but then denki's dragging his fingers under hanta's hoodie, and your lips are at his neck, and holy shit, when did it get so warm in here?-

"relax, sero," denki says, low and taunting as he finally slides off of your lap, watching you trail your hands down, down, and back up hanta's chest. "we're just having fun."

"yeah," you add, your voice smooth and teasing. "you trust us, right?"

hanta inhales deeply trying not to lose his composure fixing his beanie back over his head. "yeah. of course."

he looks from you to denki before sniffing as his fingers twitch from where they're gripping the sides of your thighs, fuck he really hopes his hands aren't sweaty. he's chill guyed to close to the sun, his mouth has run dry, his social battery is depleting and to be honest he's growing a bit tired of the chaos surrounding you.

that's when denki leans in with his sly grin and nods at his bestfriend, "you wanna go for a smoke huh?" and he turns to you, "i know a spot if you don't mind supplying." and you're already on your feet not hesitating to agree. hanta nods along, his lazy smile softening at the thought of escape. the three of you slip out unnoticed, the bass of the music fading behind you as the crisp night air hit.

"god, i thought we'd never leave." you mutter, shoving your hands into your hoodie pockets checking for your phone, your lipgloss, your wallet and your bud, as denki looks over with a mock gasp.

"what, my party planning wasn't good enough for you?"

"your party planning?" you shoot back, raising an eyebrow. "you're just the guy who shows up with the aux cord and a vape. let's not overstate your role dude."

hanta snickers, shaking his head as denki gasped dramatically. "can you fuck off, hanta, tell her i'm vital to party ecosystems."

"nah she's got a point," hanta replies, his voice laced with amusement. "i don't remember seeing you do much more than yap and hit your pen."

denki groans, muttering about how no one appreciates his genius as he leads the way to a bus stop round the back of the field not far from the mina's place. the three of you settle under the secluded barely lit bus shelter. hanta rolls his own cig while you roll up the joint. you glance over at his fingers a couple times and nearly drop the roach when you watch him lick a stripe down the rolling paper.

you finish up and pass denki the joint, the first few hits were passed around in comfortable silence, as you all take a second to breathe in the crisp night air.

"alright, spill," denki says suddenly, leaning back and eyeing you. "what's your deal with sero?"

your stomach drops. "huh, what?" you replied, grasping onto what's left your pride and trying to play it cool despite the heat creeping up your neck. "what deal? i don't have a deal, there's no-"

"you're super into him."

hanta's head snaps up. "what?" he echoes, looking between the two of you.

"nothing," you say quickly, shooting denki a death glare and snatching the zoot from him. "stfu, what is wrong with," you say with a hiss.

"It's fine," denki teases, leaning into hanta with a conspiratorial whisper. "she told me earlier. said you were her dream guy and everything."

you groan, burying your face in your hands. "i actually hate you."

hanta's laugh rang out, light and easy. "is that true?" he asked, his tone teasing but warm.

you peek at him from between your fingers. his grin was wide, but his gaze was soft, genuine. it made your heart flutter, and for a moment, you forgot how to speak.

"yeah, well," you say finally, taking another hit before passing him the joint. "don't let it go to your head."

hanta smiles, a faint blush dusting his cheeks and when the point of connection where your fingertips touch shoots a spark through him. "wouldn't dream of it."

denki's cackle breaks the moment. "you guys are so cute i might puke," he says, clutching his chest dramatically. "okay, okay, let's get snacks before i lose my buzz."

the room was softly lit, the only illumination coming from the early morning sun filtering through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the tangled pile of limbs on hanta's bed. the three of you were still sleeping, basking in the warm, lazy comfort of the previous night's haze. the air smelled faintly of citrus and smoke, the lingering traces of your late-night adventures.

you stirred first, a soft hum escaping your lips as you blink against the sunlight. you stretch slightly, careful not to disturb the two boys beside you. hanta's arm was draped over your waist, his grip loose and comforting, while denki lay sprawled on his stomach, one hand brushing against your shoulder.

"morning," you whisper, your voice still thick with sleep, as you turn your head to meet hanta's warm brown eyes. he looks at you with a lazy smile, his hair mussed and sticking up at odd angles.

"morning," he replies, his voice raspy and soft, the kind of tone that sent shivers down your spine.

denki groans from his place next to you, stretching dramatically. "why is the sun so loud?" he mumbles, making you and hanta laugh.

"you're the loud one," you shoot back, chucking a pillow at him. "ow fuck." "oh don't be such a baby."

hanta's laugh rumbles in his chest, and you feel it more than heard it. the vibration was comforting, grounding you in the soft intimacy of the moment. "i think you're just mad you're not a morning person," he says, his voice still low and gravelly from sleep.

denki cracks one eye open to glare at you, though his lips quirked into a grin. "well liked it better when it was just us, the food, and the movie."

hanta's hand brushes against your hip as he shifts closer. "yeah, but this is nice too."

you feel the tension shift in the room, subtle but palpable. hanta's thumb traces a slow circle on your hip, the light touch sending sparks across your skin. denki notices, of course, his grin fading into something softer, something more curious as his gaze flicks between the two of you.

"you're touchy this morning," you tease, though your voice was quieter now, your heart picking up speed.

hanta doesn't answer right away, his lips quirking into a small, knowing smile as he leans closer. his voice barely above a whisper when he says "can't help it. you're here."

denki's eyes widen slightly, his usual cool guy act slipping for a moment. "whoa, okay, are we doing this? s this a thing now?"

you laugh again, the sound nervous but excited. "are you always this subtle?"

denki smirks, sitting up slightly. "subtlety is overrated. i'm just saying- if something's happening, i'd rather not be the clueless idiot in the room."

hanta snorts, his hand still resting on your hip. "you've never been clueless, denks."

the air grew heavier, the playful banter giving way to something more intimate. hanta's gaze meets yours, a question lingering in his expression. when you nod, his hand slides up your side, his touch firm but careful, testing the waters.

denki watches, his breathing hitching slightly as hanta leaned in to kiss you. it was slow and deliberate, his lips soft and warm.

"you okay, denki?" you ask leaning back to look at him from beside you when you and hanta finally break for air. the brief pause is just that, brief, because hanta's lips are back on yours before you can finish speaking.

"oh, i'm very okay," he replies, his grin returning as he leaned back against the pillows. "don't mind me. just... enjoying the view."

hanta has to physically pull himself off of you in order to shoot his best friend a look that was both completely exasperated and totally amused. "you think you're such a joker-"

"yeah, yeah," denki says, waving him off. "just keep going, don't let me distract you."

hanta turns his attention back to you, his hands sliding under the hem of your shirt, his touch igniting a trail of heat along your skin. he guides you onto your back, his lips finding yours again, deeper this time, more insistent. his hands roam, exploring the curves of your body with a reverence that made you swallow down a whimper.

denki shifts closer, his eyes fixed on the way hanta kisses you, his own hands twitching as if he wanted to reach out but didn't quite dare. "you guys are so hot together," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with awe.

hanta pulls back slightly, his lips swollen and his gaze dark. "you want to join, or are you just gonna sit there?"

denki blinked, clearly caught off guard, but the slow grin spreading across his face said everything. "oh, i'm in." what followed was a blur of soft laughter and heated touches. the blonde gets manhandled into sitting behind you as hanta presses you back into denki's chest. hanta's lips trail down your neck, his hands pulling your shirt up and over your head. denki leans in, his fingers brushing against your arm as he tilted your chin toward him for a kiss that was playful but electric.

when hanta slid lower, his kisses trailing down your stomach, you shiver, anticipation thrumming through you. denki's hand finds yours, his grip firm and reassuring as he watched hanta settle between your thighs. his eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"you're beautiful," hanta murmurs, his breath warm against your skin before he presses a kiss to your inner thigh. the sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through you, as your ass jerks back and the blonde lets out a sigh as you make contact with the half-chub in his boxers. your free hand tangling into hanta's soft hair as he continued his slow, deliberate exploration.

denki's breathing grew heavier, his gaze fixed on the way hanta moved, the way you reacted. "holy shit," he whispered, his voice thick with arousal. "you're so into this, aren't you?"

you nod, unable to form words as hanta's mouth finally finds its mark, his tongue moving in deliberate, torturous strokes up your slit that left you gasping. as he ate you out with passion, grunting and groaning into your pussy, hips bucking into the mattress. denki's hand tightens around yours, his other hand resting on your knee, his touch grounding you as the pleasure built higher and higher.

hanta didn't stop, his hands gripping your hips to keep you steady as he worked you over with a skill and dedication that left you trembling. denki's eyes never left you, his own arousal evident as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against your temple in a surprisingly tender gesture.

"you're amazing y'know," he murmurs, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

when you finally come undone, your body arching off the bed and your cries muffled against denki's shoulder, hanta didn't let up until you were completely spent, twitching and whining. he pulled back, his lips glistening and his expression smug as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

denki let out a low whistle, his grin wide and appreciative. "damn, sero. i didn't know you was an eater like thaattttt," he turns to you "he's a keeper forreal-" you cut him off with a pillow to the face as hanta snickers, climbing back up to press a kiss to your forehead. "glad you think so."

you laugh softly, your body still buzzing as you reach for hanta pulling them both into a lazy, contented embrace. the three of you stayed like that, tangled together in the warm morning light, the world outside forgotten as you basked in the easy intimacy of the moment.

HEYYYYY YALLLL this is the last part of this particular series but i love this au and i have some more thingys in my drafts a lot briefer than this and if you LIKED this one then you'll probably LOVE girls who like to fuck

[ayoitspatricia]

thinking about my Gen Z!reader (thinking probs around 18/19) for Squid Game but instead in Squid Game 2.

obvs her and thanos = besties bc they both just be nonchalantly causing chaos without giving a shit.

lots and lots of dancing together, singing and just being your average unemployed idiots. ESPECIALLY DURING MINGLE THE TWO WOULD LITERALLY ONLY BE LETTING FINE SHITE COME INTO THE ROOMS.

extremely talkative fools and everyone wants to hate you but they just can’t because without you both the games would be gloomy af.

except for the fact that I just know myung-gi is tired of yallllllllll.

HONESTLY YOU BOTH SECRETLY MOURN PLAYER 196 BC SHE WOULDA ATE IF YOU THREE TEAMED UP. RIP GIRLY.

“thanossssssss we so skibidi sigma—“

“girllllll shut yo goofy ass up.”

especially during the six-legged pentathlon you two just be bringing all the energy BC WHY WAS THAT GAME SO HOPECORE CODED!?!? (poor min-su just wanna be free of this bs)

“LET’S GO TEAM!! HAWK TUAH HAWK TUAH.”

two forks at the ready xx

BANG BANG BANG ‼️‼️‼️‼️

in-ho would kinda just be like ?? like babes was actually getting into his own games thanks to girly pops 💀💀

like ‘why is this kinda fun’ ahhhh games.

“24 hours with the poor!!” ahhhh frontman.

very obvious girly aint gonna survive but tbf she knows that and he respects it. honestly he acc secretly likes her bc shes the one convincing ppl to play one more game.

gi-hun just hates everyone bc he does not need another round with a gen z!reader 💀🙏

bros just thankful that in-ho is nothing like sang-woo bc he does NOT need girly cussing everyone out (OR SO BRO THINKS)

obvs he wants everyone to survive and shit but when it comes to her he can’t help but secretly wish JUST A LITTLE BIT that she disappears 😘😘

honestly think reader would make her way round all the players bc she would defo shit talk abt myung-gi with jun-hee.

“girlllllllllll you don’t need no crusty baby daddy go get that bank independent womannnn.”

“GUYS LETS ALL JUST TEAM AGAINST PLAYER 100 YEAH!?”

no bc in-ho acc be considering that one.

gi-hun had to hold his mans back from joining her in yelling 💀💀

bc istg bro was just pissing everyone off like green aura w flies

NAHHHH BC YOU SO SHIP 457 LIKE YOU AND THANOS JUST BE GIGGLING AND SHIT AS YOU WATCH THEM LITERALLY DO THE BOOMBAYAH WITH THEIR EYES.

sniper sniper sniper sniper sniper wifey wifey wifey wifey wifey

“UNNIE!!”

“ohhhhhh shit she forgot to thank beyonce.” 💔💔

OKAYYYYYYY I WANT TO ADD MORE BUT THESE ARE JUST MY CURRENT THOUGHTS OKAY BYE BABES STAY WATERMELON 😘😘

[gyrovagi]

my main worldstate wrangling problem at the moment is that it goes kind of crazy for loghain to be there when the inquisitor exiles the wardens but ciuying canonically does not do this and eloy is my only hof who would keep loghain alive, and i kind of want more clearly delineated canon vs non-canon worldstates. Unless i decide ngayu brosca who i'm still cooking up is More Insane than my initial concept, which is a distinct possibility. she's 20 and never really figured she would live past that age a woman like that can do kind of anything for better or worse

[madridfangirl]

Star crossed lovers (Jude Bellingham fic)

Chapter 11

(Series Link)

Jude * female reader. Mature Language in parts.

Synopsis: A chance encounter in a tiny Madrid cafe with the newest superstar of her fav club. The two couldn't be more different, yet both feel the pull toward the other. Would this girl be the one he finally falls for? Or would life come in the way of these star-crossed lovers?

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When she stepped out after a few mins, in just his jersey, she looked like a vision. A wet-dream inducing vision.

Covered only till her upper thighs. Bare legs on full display. Bare feet. Toenails painted bright-red. Light gloss enhancing the natural pink texture of her lips. Open, bouncy hair falling over her slender shoulders. 

All dolled up for him. Exactly as he liked. 

So tempting, extra fuckable. All for him.

And to think some leech tried to snatch her away? Nah, over his dead body!

He’d show her who she belonged to. He’d fuck it right into her bones tonight.

Ananya fidgeted under his intense gaze, hands playing with the hem of the jersey. His jersey. She knew what it meant to him. What it would do to him. To see her in his colours. A form of submission by his girlfriend. A form of adulation by a Madridista. 

But somehow, she was now finding it hard to meet his lust-filled eyes. Jude circled around her, slowly. Taking her in from every angle. He moved her hair to her front, and she instantly knew he was staring at his name on her back. 

After completing his inspection, he stood in front of her, looking down at her jumpy form.

‘Are you nervous?’

‘Yes.’

‘Good.’

She looked up then, & instantly regretted it when her eyes locked into his predatory ones. Jude was in a mood tonight. It was going to be a long night. 

What had she gotten herself into?

‘Strip me.’

Soft, tentative hands removed his leather jacket. Then slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Revealing his chiseled torso. Jude rarely wore a vest underneath, something she had learnt lately.

She hesitated once his top-half was bare.

‘Go on.’

His deep, raspy voice commanded from above her. Watching her every move like a hawk.

She gulped while unclasping his belt, the rustling sound almost lewd in the quiet room. Her fingers accidentally brushed against his crotch, feeling the building excitement there.

Jude grabbed her hand, making her cup him over his pants. She gasped loudly. It felt so….heavy?  How was she supposed to…what was she supposed to….

His sinful voice cut through the maze.

‘See what you do to me?

Ananya whimpered & threw her arms around his neck. Getting on her tiptoes to pull him close. Seeking some comfort in his familiar scent & warmth. Waiting for him to reciprocate with one of his crushing hugs.

But Jude just grabbed her butt, lifting her briefly to throw her on the bed. She fell with a thud, blinking up at him, as he stood near the edge. 

That handsome man seemed hell-bent on toying with her. And she could tell he was not himself yet, still reeling from the emotional roller-coaster from earlier. If only he’d let her hold him & soothe him…

But then, he took off his pants, revealing those tree-trunk like thighs, standing there in just his boxers, hungry eyes scanning her body. Ready to devour her like his favourite cheat meal. Her throat went dry & she gripped the sheets in anticipation. Bracing for him to have his way with her.

To Jude, she looked so inviting - just laying there obediently, half-naked, waiting to be fucked. 

Like a Christmas present he had gotten in advance, with his name on it. But he wasn’t allowed to unwrap or play with it yet. Those had been the rules. Until now.

Tonight, he would be rewarded for his patience. Tonight, he’d play non-stop. Repeatedly.  Whichever way he wanted. Till his desire is sated. Tonight, he’d take what had been his all along.

He crawled up the bed, spread her legs open, settling between them. Before she could extend her arms to reach him, to kiss his face, Jude flipped her on her stomach. Taking away her view of him. Just his touch remained, and the sounds of their heavy breathing.

A large hand spread across the jersey on her back, pausing where his name was, then moved down to squeeze her bare ass. The other hand joined in, kneading rhythmically with force. She whimpered into the pillow when his mouth came to the party, digging into both cheeks.

He was enthralled with her firm, round behind. The meaty mounds felt delicious, & tasted even better. The soft, breathy sounds escaping her lips added to his mood. He couldn’t resist. Rather, he didn’t want to.

Jude spanked her. Decently hard. Her resulting moan a music to his ears. She squirmed & flailed her arms, trying to turn around, to see him, but a strong hand on her back kept her in place. He wasn’t done, far from it.

He pulled her up by her ass, spreading her thighs to find her core, covered with purple lace panties. He ran a finger down the length of her core, over the flimsy fabric. Her whole body jerked as she moaned helplessly, face buried into the pillow. Both realising how wet she already was & the impact he was having on her. 

He found her clit, rubbing circles with pressure, as she gasped through it. Her arm reached behind, trying to find him, hold on to him, but he stayed just outside of her reach.

‘Ju..de….baby…..too much…’

‘Haven’t even gotten started yet.’

His fingers hooked under the side of her panties, tugging with such force that the flimsy fabric ripped open. He brought the garment to his face, sniffing her scent. Finding himself positively addicted to it.

She saw it all with the corner of her eyes, shocked by the lewdness of it. But he broke her out of that mode when his index finger started to push inside her wet heat.

She screamed his name at the intrusion, hands fisting into the sheets below. His finger was insistent, probing, thick & ridiculously long. Digging all the way in till his knuckles. Her walls stretched around him, accommodating him eagerly. 

Jude played with her insides, curling & angling his finger to find different angles, eventually pumping in & out, drawing her moans in tandem with his moves.

He bent forward, leaning over her back, & pulled up the jersey to grab her breasts. Finding them covered in matching purple lace bra, which he unhooked & removed swiftly.

His spare hand fondled them, feeling their shape & weight, squeezing & rolling with abandon. While his finger continued thrusting inside. Reducing her to a mewling mess underneath him.

It wasn’t enough. Jude wanted more. He wanted to taste her boobs. To wreck those sexy curves which had been the cause of his many restless nights.

He flipped her again, finger still buried inside, & bent down to latch on to her nipples.

She held his cheeks, desperately trying to bring him up to her lips. But Jude used his height & strength advantage to pin her hands over her head with one of his palms. And cage her legs under the weight of his heavy ones. While his mouth went to town on her boobs, painting them with his marks. And his finger kept pumping her.

Her body was responding to him. Voraciously so. She could already feel the pressure starting to build in the pit of her stomach, accentuated by his rapid stimulation of her chest.

But she was filled with a sense of emptiness. Craving more of him. More than just the sexual pleasures he was giving her right now. This is not how she had imagined their first time to be. The intimacy she had felt with him before was missing tonight.

This was not her Jude. No. Her Jude would have drowned her in compliments, calling her beautiful, yapping in her ear throughout. Her Jude would have kissed her, held her close, looked into her eyes. Her Jude would have made love to her. Not just fucked her like she was a conquest.

But what if he’s like this only in bed? Aloof & distant? Just wanting a release?

No, she couldn’t have read him wrong all this while. This had to be an aberration.

And he wasn’t just denying her. He was denying himself too. 

‘W-wait…pls wait…’

Jude tore himself away from her chest long enough to look into her eyes, for the first time.

That was added affirmation. His expressive eyes were too transparent to those who knew how to read them. She saw the agitation loud & clear in those honeyed orbs. 

And a screaming question - why was he being so rudely interrupted?

‘It’s hurting, Jude.’

That hit him like a bucket of cold water splashed over his naked body in Birmingham winters.

He immediately paused, checking her all over. Unable to decipher how & where he had hurt her. 

‘What’s hurting?’

His voice was urgent, guilty. 

‘I can’t feel you, baby.’

It was ironic. He was all over her, inside her, but still he was somewhere far away. Hiding from her.

Realisation dawned on his face. She held his gaze through it, stroking his cheeks slowly as he panted over her.

‘It’s ME. It’s US. Not like this, Jude.’

He pulled out, untangled himself from her and plopped on his back next to her. Covering his eyes with the back of his arm. Chest rising & falling in slow, laboured breaths. Feeling like absolute shit.

It was time to address the root cause.

Ananya turned to her side, gently stroked his arm, drawing it away from his face, spreading it on the pillow & resting her face on his bicep. She snuggled into him, running her fingers up & down his chest. Her lips grazing his cheek. His eyes still firmly shut.

‘I didn’t consider him, Jude. Not for a second. That’s not why I didn’t tell you.’

He turned his face away, not wanting to let his vulnerability show, but she pulled it back. He had never been this quiet & subdued in all the time she had known him. It was breaking her heart.

‘How I wished you were here that day. I wanted to run straight to you when it happened.’

His brows furrowed, typical sign of his annoyance. She gently massaged them with her fingers.

‘When we spoke the next morning, you were so focused on the match. And then you scored & won & you were so happy after. I didn’t have the heart to mess with that, to take that away from you. I swear, that was the only reason.’

His face contorted in discomfort, and she just wanted to wipe that expression off.

‘Look at me once? Please, baby?’

Jude tried to resist, but she pressed her naked body into him, making her case a lot more convincing. He gave in & met her eyes, finding sincerity & genuine regret in them.

‘I can see I hurt you and I’m sorry. It’ll never happen again, I promise.’

‘I can’t….I can’t stop picturing you with..���It makes me wanna…’

She pulled him closer, moulding her body to his. They were side to side now, as she clung to him in a koala hug, stroking his back and shoulders.

‘Shhh. I know, I know baby. ‘

She hugged him & rocked their bodies together, swaying them back & forth, like one would do to soothe a fussing infant. 

Jude had always kept her on a morally superior pedestal. He was trying to change for her. She was supposed to be different. He couldn’t shake the hurt & resulting doubts that seeped in. It wasn’t meant to be like that, not with her. 

What else did she not tell him? Did she secretly want that guy to fall for her? Would she have slept with him sooner, and not made him wait like she did here? 

He thought powering through sex would solve this mess & settle them. That’s why he had come back tonight. There’s no way he’d lose her to that dickhead. There’s no way he’d lose, period!

But clearly she wasn’t game for that. Why did everything have to be a conversation with her, other than the most important thing that should have been discussed?

Jude knew he was spiralling. Taking everything on a tangent. But he just couldn’t help himself. His fingers dug into her soft skin in agitation, making her look into his turbulent eyes.

She kissed him deeply. His lips moved out of instinct, but nothing like how he would have usually responded to a kiss like that.

‘I have wanted you too, you know. Been waiting for…this.’

Jude scoffed. She had been the singular reason for the distance between them. Literally kept him at bay. Whatever the hell did she mean by that?

Ananya saw through his guileless eyes again.

‘Both can happen together. I could have my baggage & still want you. Because I did. I do. I have desperately wanted you, Jude.’

That got his attention, but not his belief. Not yet.

She climbed on top of him, her curves pressing deliciously into his body in all the right areas. Jude bit back a sigh. But couldn’t stop his arms from coming around her, holding her loosely. His boxers became tighter, having a response of their own. A weird mix of arousal & frustration took over his body.

Ananya peppered soft kisses all over his face & lips, then moved down his long neck, burying her face in the hard muscles there. Her open tresses spread over their bodies & the pillow. Her weight on top serving as a reassurance to his troubled soul.

‘Last few weeks…every time you kissed me, touched me, I…wanted more. I hoped you would just…just…’

‘Just what?’

What was she saying? He couldn’t push her. Was he supposed to? Is that what she wanted?

Her teeth connected with his neck, messing with his ability to think or process.

‘Seduce me.’

She whispered in a sultry tone, and Jude wondered what other shades of her he hadn’t discovered yet.

‘Yeah? Like what you’re doing right now?’

She sat up on him, settling on his waist, just ahead of his crotch. Messy open hair, hooded eyes, plump lips curving into a naughty smile, butt naked. Looking so fucking fuckable. Or, just recently fucked. That did him in even more.

‘Am I?’

All he could do was nod in response.

‘So, if I tell you that watching you play turns me on, that sometimes I touch myself seeing you on screen, when you are all feisty & aggressive, shoving down others, celebrating in their faces, strutting around in that tight gorgeous kit, all hot & sweaty, would that be seducing too?’

His throat went dry. Images hitting his head in waves. Of her sprawled on the bed, watching him, tending to her need. Did she moan his name too?

She was still talking, that vixen.

‘….Pumping with adrenaline, in that conquering dominating mood, I have wondered if you would come to me straight after, without even taking a shower? Or better still, if you could take me right there, in the middle of the pitch?’

‘Yeah? Not worried about people seeing us?’

He somehow found his voice. But she just slowly shook her head at him. 

‘Nah. You won’t let that happen.’

Damn right he won’t. No one else was allowed to see her or even hear her like that. Not on his watch. That show was only for him.

She read him again.

‘Only for you.’

‘You’re not playing fair.’

She smiled that delicious smile again, lifted his hands from her waist, placing them on her boobs, making him squeeze her. She threw her head back, and Jude could feel her wetness slipping through her folds, on his stomach.

‘Then make me.’

This woman had blown Jude’s mind tonight. Set his body on fire. And he hadn’t even fucked her yet? Enough was enough. It was time to show her who the boss was.

‘Gonna make you regret those words.’

Jude grabbed her delicate waist, flipping her on her back, getting on top. Without any warning or preparation, he shoved two fingers inside her, burying himself in with two quick strokes. She was wet enough, he had felt that already.

Ananya screamed at the sudden invasion, yet her walls spread of their accord for him, inviting him in. But he stayed still inside, not moving an inch. 

‘Don’t…don’t tease.’

She groaned in frustration, kicking her legs. He held her down, smirking at her.

‘Look who’s talking. For all the times you have blue-balled me, I should return the favour, right? Keep you like this? That’s playing fair, yeah?’

His thumb grazed her clit, just enough to send a jolt of electricity through her body. She thrashed under him, trying to bring him close but Jude didn’t budge an inch. Too strong for her.

‘Just….please…just take me. I’ll do anything.’

‘Anything?’

His face was downright perverted now. Predatory.

‘Almost…almost anything.’

Given his escapades, she couldn’t give him a blanket go ahead. God knows what all he would have done, what all he would make her do.

‘Almost anything?’

He whispered in that silky, husky voice. Sending shivers down her back.

His thumb pressed on her clit again, but he quickly removed the friction that she desperately needed. She wanted to cry. She was ready to beg if that’s what it took.

‘W-what..what do you want?’

‘Say you’re mine.’

‘I AM YOURS. How thick are you to not get that still?’

‘Say you want me.’

‘I want you. I NEED you. Oh god, Jude.’

‘Say you’ll make it up to me all weekend?’

She blinked at him in confusion.

‘Oh has someone already forgotten what she did? Rather what she didn’t do? I haven’t. And I’m gonna lock you up in my house till Monday morning. Just you & me. You’ll make it up to me ALL WEEKEND, day & night. Clear?’

‘Y-yes.’

‘Can’t hear you.’

‘YES.’

‘You’ll be a good girl for me?’

‘YES.’

He smiled a mischievous, victorious smile while settling between her legs again, spreading them wide. She shuddered when he kissed up her thighs, leaving a wet trail. His hot breath on her core. When his tongue touched her folds, she screamed out.

‘Easy….pls easy there….I haven’t…’

He was next to her face immediately.

‘Haven’t done this bit before?’

She shook her head. Jude was amazed. And extremely glad. At least he’ll get to take some virginity of hers. There will be many more firsts she’ll do with him, so much to show her.

‘I’ll make it good. Trust me, yeah?’

She nodded eagerly. He kissed her lips, then quickly moved down to kiss the other set of lips. He took it slow, opening her up with his tongue, tracing her slit then diving in eventually, while his lips caressed her folds.

Ananya felt like she had died & gone to heaven. The pleasure built slowly, deliciously in the pit of her stomach. 

But he quickly withdrew, and she nearly sobbed. 

‘Want you to come on my dick.’

He was rock hard, painfully so. Having ignored his own need for so long.

When he tossed his boxers aside, Ananya was mesmerised. And anxious. So anxious. 

He swiftly got into position and lined his already leaking tip against her opening.

She squirmed & reached for him, trying to pull him close.

‘Shhh I am here, I am here. Just one second, dove.’

He pressed half-way in with a few fluid strokes. Then bent over her, balancing his weight on his arms. She grabbed his biceps & held him close, as he started to plunge further in.

But it wasn’t as easy as earlier. Or as smooth. She whimpered under him again.

‘Jude….Jude I don’t think I….’

‘Yes you can. And you will. Eyes on me, c’monn.’

Because how could she not? It was him. She was meant to take him.

Jude locked eyes with her, willing her to relax for him. To open up for him. Kissing her lips & boobs feverishly to distract her from the initial discomfort, rather the borderline pain of stretching for his full thick length.

And slowly, persistently, he seated himself inside. Pausing to let her get used to him.

She panted underneath, her forehead & cleavage glistening with sweat. Jude kissed it all away, peppering open-mouthed kisses all over her upper body.

‘You’re gorgeous babe, so fucking gorgeous.’

Her fingers dug into his back.

‘You have no idea what you do to me. Can’t stop thinking about you.’

Her mouth open & closed weakly, as her body still felt speared by his size.

‘Let me have you, babe. Let me take you places.’

After a few moments, she eventually gave him a nod to move. And Jude felt like he had just been given a ticket to heaven.

His strokes were slow, testing waters. Trying to find a rhythm that worked for both of them. He studied her face & body closely, learning from what she seemed to like. Where she seemed to like him. Coz his sweet dove was in no condition to say it out loud. 

He caught on quickly, then moved like a pro. Measured, practiced strokes. Drawing helpless moans & shivers from her. And a few satisfied grunts from him.

Jude wanted to move her around, but tonight they were too far gone to try anything. 

He captured her lips in a deep kiss when he increased his pace, swallowing her helpless moans. Her hands wrapped around his neck, trying to find an anchor as she quickly started losing grip of herself.

Jude felt her legs starting to shake behind his back, and her walls starting to clench.

‘Will you hold on for me? A little longer? Would you do that for me, dove?’

He was close too, and he could kill right now to feel them come apart at the same time.

She wanted to. She would give him anything he asked for right now, but how? How was she supposed to hold?

Jude saw the query on her face & pushed one of her legs over his shoulder, changing the angle & rhythm. It bought him some time, but she was still writhing under him, her toes curling.

‘Baby….please….let me…I can’t.’

‘Thirty seconds. Give me thirty seconds.’

She tried, she really gave her all, but a sudden wave ripped through her insides after one of his frenzied thrusts, & her walls spasmed around him, squeezing him tightly. 

Jude threw his head back & groaned, fucking her non-stop through her orgasm, as she moaned his name. Stimulating her further, making her clench continuously around him, eventually leading to his own peak too.

Their eyes met, and he wiped the tears pooled at the edge of her eyes, bending down to kiss her open mouth, as they came down from their highs together.

Very carefully, he pulled out, minding any cramps in her legs. He cleaned her slowly with a warm washcloth, after disposing off his condom. They laid side by side, arms entangled. Her lower body was sore so he let her have some space there. But her tired face was showered with kisses. 

Eventually, when the cramps eased, she nuzzled into his side & he opened his arms immediately to let her settle half over his chest. 

‘Feeling okay, dove?’

She turned her face to press a kiss to his chest.

‘More than okay.’

He responded with a kiss to the top of her head.

‘Why’d you take that tablet now? We used a condom.’

She shrugged in his arms.

‘Just to be sure, I guess. I..I was thinking, maybe, of getting on a pill now.’

Now that the floodgates had opened, she knew that sex would be a very frequent part of their lives. And she didn’t want to feel anxious or scramble for a pill afterwards every time. Getting on a regular one was far more practical. Despite it having some minor side-effects.

‘Okay. Whatever you are comfortable with.’

Jude didn’t know anything about the hormonal side of it at all. Frankly, he had never taken any interest in it with any girl before. Never really tried to find out. Always using a condom.

But for the first time, he was jolted by a desire he hadn’t felt before. 

‘So, if you are on the pill, we don’t need to use a condom?’

She looked up at him, as he tried to mask his excitement.

‘I mean….only if you are comfortable with….with letting me…not use it.’

It shocked her how much this proposition excited her too, even in her spent state. 

‘Yeah…maybe.’

Jude grinned widely at her, and she smacked his chest lightly in mock admonishment.

‘So then…tomorrow can we….’

‘Listen mister….it takes a couple of days for the pill to take proper effect, as a precaution. So no, none of that this weekend.’

‘Fine, I’ll wait. Kinda used to it with you now.’

She smiled into his chest, as her eyelids started to get heavy.

‘Sleep, dove. Tomorrow morning, I am taking you home. Sleep, you’re gonna need the rest.’

………………………………………..

There you go. Angsty smut was promised and I hope it was delivered :)

I can't seem to write chapters less than 4k words anymore. Phew!

Next chapter - she meets with a family member :)

As always, would love to hear your thoughts / comments / feedback. They keep me going :)

[milkycatswithpetals]

Fem!reader!! 2min threesome, then Lix joins, oral (both recieving), piv, mxm action, cum eating, creampies, kinda sub!reader and Felix, aftercare included, reader gets called 'dirty' and 'my baby'

•••

It wasn't unusual for you to sleep with a few members at the same time. Tonight, it was Minho and Seungmin that got you whining and squirming. Seungmin kept you spread, his arm hooked under your knee. Minho's fingers were pumping into your cunt while the other boy teased your clit, making you soak the blanket underneath.

"soo wet, such a dirty girl" Seung teased, slapping your sensitive nub slightly before sucking a few bruises onto your neck.

Meanwhile, Minho withdrawed his fingers, your arousal coating them. As he spread them out, the sticky substance created a webbing, and he showed them proudly to the younger boy, as well as to you. Then he proceeded to lick his hand clean, in the filthiest way possible, making Seungmin chuckle. You whined, your gaping hole making Minho coo at you while his hand kneaded your thigh.

"seems like she wants to get filled up" he said and looked at Seung with a grin. Then Min unbuckled his pants, and sat you down on his erected cock. Your hands squeezed his shoulders as he guided your hips to grind down on him.

"do you like hyung's cock, hmm?" Seungmin teased, chuckling as he slapped your ass.

•••

Meanwhile, the squelching sounds mixed with moans drawed the attention of another member. Felix's eyes widened, but he smirked and approached the door.

•••

Minho started to thrust up into you, his panting mixing with yours. As you two were too lost in pleasure and lust, only Seungmin's eyes darted towards the opening doors that revealed Felix. Seung smirked and motioned for Lix to come in. The two younger boys were watching like hawks, while you spilled over the edge and made Minho climax as well. Your arched back caused your breasts to press against his pecs, a few last moves of your pelvis prolonged that orgasm deliciously. Min placed you flat on your back, and laid down on his side next to you, treating you to some kisses. The hot huffs of breath on your face made you oblivious to Felix's presence for some more time, untill he grasped your hand.

"sweets, can I join?"

He asked and kissed your palm. After you nodded, a bit out of your mind, he dived right between your legs. Lix flattened out his tounge, licking a long strip on your slit, moaning from the taste. "Heavenly" he murmured, causing Seungmin to nudge him playfully."Hurry up and get her cleaned, I want to fuck her too" the youngest boy smirked, tangling his hand in Felix's hair and pushing him further into your cunt. Lix whimpered softly, and then you felt his tounge prodding at your entrance. You moaned, right into Minho's mouth when his hand twisted your nipple. The boy between your legs swirled his tounge, slurped and groaned as he took what felt like every last drop of cum out of your hole. Felix placed a kiss to your clit before Seungmin pushed him out of his way. From the corner of your eye, you could see Felix giving Minho a blowjob.

"a–ah, so hungry" Min teased the younger boy, petting his head. You couldn't enjoy the show, as Seungmin shoved his dick inside.

"F–fuck, still so tight"

Seung whispered as he put you into a mating press. He was close already, frantically plowing into your tender cunt, almost in rhythm with Minho's slow rolls into Lix's mouth. Your trembling thighs were rested on Seungmin's chest, your eyes were closed trying to shut off the overwhelming sensations. his hand gripped your calf, hips hitting your ass roughly as he released himself inside. Seung leaned forward, kissing your cheek as he pulled out.

•••

All four of you were laying on the bed, soaked in various fluids, panting. Felix, being the least exhausted person, fetched some wet wipes and a bottle of water. He cooed at you, rubbing your knee.

"my baby, do you need help washing up?"

You hummed softly in agreement, and Lix could swear it was the cutest sound ever. The wipes were cold, but they felt good on your heated skin even despite giving you goosebumps. As Felix gently wiped your sensitive areas, his eyes so full of love for you even in this disheveled state. He gave you the water bottle, and went onto helping the other guys if they needed. They all praised you afterwards, and you fell asleep in a big cuddle-pile.

•••

[hufflepuffwriter1995]

 Finding The Pack 

 Pairing: Plus Size!Named Reader x BTS  

Pack Status: Pack Alpha Namjoon. Alphas: Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook. Omega: Lilith (Reader) 

Warnings: Brief Mentions of Omega Abuse (not by BTS), Mentions of Kidnapping, and Eventual Smut. 

Themes: Omegaverse, Fantasy, Supernatural, Reverse Harem, 

Ratings: 18+  

Summary:  On the night before she is set to marry the abusive Dorian Redfern, Lilith takes matters into her own hands and escapes. While life without a pack is dangerous, she knows she’s better off alone. At least, that is until she meets seven males, who quickly show her not only her worth but how beautiful life can be. She can only hope now that they are enough to keep her old life from catching up to her.

Chapter One

Prologue: 

  “Jin darling be careful.” Jisoo Kim laughs as she carefully pulls her three-year-old little boy away from the crib that holds her newest addition to the home-run daycare. Jin let out a whine of protest, little hands gripping the side of the crib as he freed himself, his face pressed against it. 

  “Gotta keep safe!” He cries, hazel eyes never leaving the slumbering baby. As a beta, his mother immediately knows what is happening and can’t help the grin that crosses her face. She will need to befriend the older couple that brought the pup in, if only because she will be damned if she takes away her son’s mate. Fears of him hurting the baby vanish with this newfound information and she smiles as she heads back to make lunch. Unaware that the text she sends along the way to the mother, a picture with the caption “It looks like we will be quite close” will cause the life she imagines for her son to vanish. 

  When the little girl is picked up that night, she is never returned and all of Jisoo Kim’s desperate attempts of contact go unanswered. When she finally goes to the address they had given her, she finds that oddly enough the family that just moved in moved out just as quickly. She will never be able to forget the look of pain in her youngest eyes or shake the feeling that something is very wrong. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

  As an Alpha, Eliza Min hates being told what to do, especially by a Beta. However, when the couple arrives, begging for her help to watch their daughter, the same daughter that her youngest has been watching like a hawk from the safety of their backyard, she doesn’t decline. Even when the woman all but snarls her demand to keep any male child away from her daughter. Eliza Min finds the wording of the demand odd, especially on the insistence of it only being a male child. Odd enough she doesn’t stop Yoongi when he sits down and begins to play with the now almost one-year-old. 

  It’s because of her stubborn nature and the fact that she just does not like these people that she keeps the fact that Yoongi plays daily with the daughter for a year and a half. The truth only being discovered when the precious little thing that is that baby girl tells her father with so much excitement that she just can't wait to play with her boyfriend Yoongi. 

  The odd couple move in the middle of the night, leaving Eliza furious and her son heartbroken, demanding to know why they would take his little flower away from him. Eliza attempts to get the law involved but really, there isn’t a law stating that parents can’t be strange. As the years go on, Eliza can’t forget about the little girl and finds herself worrying that maybe, just maybe, her wolf is right and the strange marks were never just accidents. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  

    Sana Jung meets the family at a park. Her children, Hoseok and his twin Ryoko, are playing happily in the sandbox when a shy little girl approaches and asks to play. At once, Hoseok, her little Alpha in training, agrees and hands her most of his snack as they play. Insisting that she eat. Sana watches the three with a proud, motherly smile, a smile that turns sour at the look of fury on the other woman’s face as she drags her screaming child away. Her hissed words ringing in Sana’s ears. “Didn’t we tell you to stay away from boys?” 

  That night over dinner, she tells her Alpha’s everything, begging for them to do something. For the next three weeks her alpha’s look for the strange family. Finally coming back with the news Sana didn’t want to hear. They moved and no, they didn’t leave a new address. They don’t stop looking though, if only because of the way Hoseok had responded to the little girl's cries of distress, his first true snarl rumbling through his chest in a way that told Sana all she needed to know. Her son’s luna had just been ripped away and she would be damned if she allows that to continue. 

~~~~~~~~ 

   Crystal Kim was a true alpha, a pack leader among alphas. She was a force to be messed with. This is why, when the new couple across the street had a little girl who looked exactly as her friend Sana had described, she marched over there and introduced herself. As a couple of betas, neither could close the door on her, the wolves reacting to her despite not being a member of her pack. They couldn’t stop her from kneeling and speaking softly to their daughter, nor could they stop her from letting the little girl go and play with her Namjoon. She could tell both hated it, especially when Namjoon began presenting the same signs, the same protective displays an alpha has over their mate.  

  It didn’t come as a surprise to find that they had once again fled in the middle of the night. But it gave her all the information she needed to know. Something was up with the seemingly kind older couple and she would be damned if she didn’t figure out what was going on. 

  ~~~~~~ 

   SangHee Jeon had been watching her neighbour's children, Taehung and Jimin, along with her own little Jungkook when she met the couple. They were exhausted and cranky and left the girl on her doorstep with a list of very strict instructions. She had done her best to keep the little girl away from the three boys, but it was hard. The three boys did not want to be kept away from the girl and took it upon themselves to plot ways to go around her. She spent the better of her afternoon trying to explain to the three boys that it was not her insisting they kept away from the girl, but her parents and begged them to just listen. They would agree, for all of twenty minutes before she made some sound that had them gathered together in the corner whispering as they plotted a new way to get to her. 

  In the end, Sanghee had carefully asked if maybe next time they just allow the children to play together, only to be met with a snarled curse of “Fuck off” and “She’s a little slut, it's for their own good, not her’s.” She had bristled at the words and decided that the next time they showed up, she wouldn’t allow them to take the girl back. Only they never did come back and Sanghee was left with the itch that maybe she never should have allowed them to take her after that night. 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

  When Lilith turned sixteen she was hit with an ache in her soul. An ache that left her feeling empty, as if something was missing. She didn’t know what and didn’t dare try and broach the subject with her parents. They hated, HATED when she asked questions. Even something as simple as “What is for dinner” was met with a hard slap across the face and a cold reminder to not ask questions. 

  She spent most of her time since her sixteenth birthday locked away in the basement, kept hidden from everyone outside of her pack or rather her parent's pack. Their Alpha, a cold man named Carter, had told her that he knew the truth and wouldn’t accept a whore into his pack. So any hope she had of finding freedom was torn away by his cold words. Still, sometimes, in the dead of night, she remembered the comforting touch of a memory, of a boy she couldn’t quite remember and the gentle hands that had made her feel safe. 

   She had no idea that on her twentieth-ninth birthday, everything would change.

[devotedfem]

→ Mean

Synopsis: You weren't innocent at all, yoongi can see right throughout your act and fake tears. It was almost like you were challenging him, but he didn't have enough proves. The only thing he can do is tame a liar brat like you.

Yoongi x f.reader

Genre: detective au | yander-ish

Tags: mean min yoongi, crude language, sassy reader, possesive behavior, yander-ish, a bit of stalking, Jungkook and reader's situationship, detectives, dealers.

From the series masterlist; The chasing.

A.N: hello there, this is my first time writting on tumblr. I've always been obsessed with crime tv shows and Yoongi's mv where he wears that police outfit. Anyway i hope you enjoy!

Yoongi watched every expression of your face like a hawk through the glass separating him from the interrogation room, where you were trembling with teary eyes.

You were pretty, and the way you talked with such fear and vulnerability made you look innocent, but yoongi didn't believe your act, his guts telling him you weren't that innocent, you just were playing with them.

"I didn't knew Jungkook was a dealer, i swear to god. I-i am in love with him," your lips wobble with fat tears staining your redding cheeks.

Your hurt expression was a pitiful sight.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw, you were starting to piss him off. Really.

"Fucking liar," he huffs under his breath, crossing his arms with an angry grimace.

"Do you think she's lying?" Asked Namjoon next to him.

"I don't need to think it, because the evidence proves she's guilty like her boyfriend. We found her right where Jeon sells his shit," said matter of fact yoongi, making Namjoon chuckle.

"Well yoongi-ssi, that evidence isn't enough to arrest her. There's the possibility that it's a coincidence, we need more proves."

Yoongi rolled his eyes with frustation.

"My guts are never wrong and you know that."

Namjoon says nothing, just watching the girl at the other side of the room sobbing and looking heart broken.

"I'm going in, tell Mingyu to go the fuck out, he isn't doing anything useful."

Yoongi's coworker only sighs deeply, knowing how stubborn the other was.

You were alone in the room for a couple of minutes, sniffling. You felt their eyes on you, so you didn't stopped your tears.

The door of the room opened, showing a pale man with raven locks slicked back. His dark coat and the scar across his eye made him look intimidating, but not for you.

You felt a spark of curiosity at his angry scowl that was directed towards you.

Interesting.

"I- can i go home now?" You asked with a thin voice, looking at him with wide eyes.

" 'Don't think so, not until you confess." He said sharply, with narrow eyes watching every expression of your face.

You try to hide your smirk with a pout, loving the attention.

"I have nothing more to say, please let me go," you almost beg, wobbling your lips again, not breaking your blurry eyes from him.

But his face was stoic, unfazed by your tactics.

"We asked the people who worked in the bar your boyfriend sells drugs, and they all said you were a frequent client." He said with an unreadable face.

"I am! But-but i didn't knew he was a dealer, he said to me that he met his friends there, and i wanted to accompany him." Your eyes were closed with exasperation.

The raven haired man only hummed, getting up from his chair to walk forwards you, towering your body with piercing eyes.

It was an intimidation tactic, but you were kind of turn on by his closeness.

"I don't believe you," he almost spat, not breaking his dark gaze.

You made a crestfallen face, looking right back at him with vulnerable eyes.

"I wouldn't lie about something like that officer," you whispered not swallowing the fake tears.

The corner of his lips twitch a little.

"Detective," he corrected you rather harshly.

"Sorry, detective..." You paused, looking at his police badge, "yoongi."

His breath hitch for a second, but he immediately masked it with an indifferent face, but you caught it nevertheless.

Your teeth bit the bottom of your lips trying to hide your smirk again.

"What kind of girlfriend doesn't know her boyfriend sells drugs just right under her nose," he said with a straight face, but his tone was mockery.

That was a low blow, he wanted to make you look stupid.

Fine then, you'll play dumb.

"That's... so mean detective, how could i thought so low of Jungkook. He never gave me a reason to doubt," your voice broke again, diverting your eyes to look at your lap.

You felt a warm breath next to your ear, making your belly twist by his closeness.

"You're good at this, but you won't fool me. I'll be watching you, liar." He said lowly, with a very threatening voice that didn't scared you at all, it just aroused you.

"I hope you do detective, who else will protect me from Jungkookie," the whisper you let out shattered your act, making Yoongi's eyes widen just a bit.

"You can go now," he said expressionless, separating himself from your body.

You leaved feeling his piercing eyes on your back.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Yoongi accomplish his promise, he followed you everywhere. Although not enough to make himself look like a stalker but a detective.

And you never stopped going to the bar, almost like you were challenging him, letting him know that not matter what he says, you can do whatever you want.

"Brat," he said under his breath, watching you from afar dancing in the bar.

You knew he was there, his long black coat and raven locks were difficult to go unnoticed, so you throw some mischievous glances at him from the other side of the place, almost like inviting him to come closer. But Yoongi never did, he just stay sat in his chair, watching you.

You were getting bored, so you dance with a stranger.

Yoongi's eyes immediately sharpens and darkens at you, his beer left untouched. All his focus on you, just like you wanted.

You came closer to the stranger's body, ignoring his nasty and boring remarks, and brushed your lips against his jaw, not breaking your gaze from Yoongi's face.

You looked the exact moment where he clenched his jaw and narrow even more his eyes. Getting up from his chair.

A pang of disappointment took over your chest, maybe he was tired of the teasing.

You pouted pettily at the thought, now losing all your interest in the man you were dancing with.

"Get away from her," a harsh voice made you and the stranger startled.

You turn around to look at a pissed off Yoongi who has his eyes fixed on the stranger.

This time you couldn't hide your smirk.

"What? No, what the fuck is wrong with you dude," the man said back, and you watched how Yoongi smirked cynically, making a shiver run down your spine.

The raven haired detective said nothing, his eyes never broke away from the stranger. He moved away his coat a little, so the strange could look at the gun in Yoongi's hips.

You felt the way the man freeze, getting the fuck away without saying another word, making you huff. He was so easy to scare, what a coward.

Yoongi's hand on your shoulder took your attention back to him.

"Abusing your power, aren't you detective?" You teased with mirth.

"Didn't you have a boyfriend? Where did all those shed tears go? Hmm?" He asked instead, checking you out from head to toe.

And you were basking in the attention.

"Jungkookie will forgive me," you said innocently, biting your lip to stop your smirk. Yoongi watch the movement before looking at your eyes again.

"Really? He looked like the possessive type," that made you laugh hard, like if he just said the most funny joke.

Yoongi looked puzzled.

"Not at all, he fuck around with men and women, we aren't exclusive." You said, not caring if you admited that you lied to the police.

Yoongi only hummed.

"But..." You said getting closer to him, feeling his warm, "i would say you're the possessive type, aren't you? Scaring that man away so no one touch your target." The teased went straight to Yoongi's ego, making him anger a bit.

"Watch your mouth," he warns, but you didn't listen.

"Or what?"

Something dark flash in Yoongi's eyes.

"Are you challenging me?" He asked, like he didn't believe someone has the guts to do that.

"Why can i? It's fun," you said light heartedly, and half joking. But Yoongi saw right throughout you.

"Unless you don't want to regret your life choices and rot in jail, i recommend you to shut up," his words were harsh but his tone was rather calm.

You only pouted at the threat.

"But i'm too pretty and nice to go to a place like that," You whined.

Yoongi's lips twitch with a smirk, getting closer to your body.

"You're right on that. That's why i'll be kind and give you another chance," his low voice was near your ear.

His words took all of your interest immediately. You watched him with suspicion though.

"At what cost?"

Yoongi smirked.

"You'll come with me, and tell me every little secret of your so-called boyfriend," he mocked.

"And what if i don't?" You said not wanting to give in.

He grabbed your waist tightly.

"I'll find ways to take that information out of you."

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