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Toys: Part 7 (The Ring)

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Author: Leonardo

Rating: 🌑 (See Ratings)

Dated: 2023.05.17

Status: Completed

Genre: Contemporary

Focus: Seokjin × Reader

Type: One-Shot

Series: Thematic (Toys)

Word Count: 8,700

The Ring

Some people collected coins. Others art. Some figurines.

You, however, were a connoisseur of sex toys.

Whereas most kept one or two battery powered devices of pleasure in their nightstand, next to their condoms, indigestion tablets, and reading glasses, you had a whole drawer tucked away in your walk-in closet next to your socks and shapewear. Everything was stowed away in pretty, zippered fabric bags you had sewn yourself, and labeled discreetly with the names you had given each tiny machine. It was a well organized system. A system you called upon several times a week.

Most of the toys were for solo adventures, since you weren’t a frequent relationship kinda gal to begin with - but you did have the odd item which was immensely more fun during the times when you were regularly getting real dick.

Orgasms were your favorite thing in this world, and your collection grew as you sought new methods to spice up all the ways you could make yourself come.

But then you met Jin. And then you met him again… and again… and within the span of just a few short days, it was like your tickle drawer no longer existed. Your wands, roses, rabbits, and womanizers were quickly replaced with his tongue, his fingers, his cock and his filthy mouth.

He loved to play with you when he fucked you. There was some sinister pleasure he derived from promising to give you your favorite thing in this world, only to withhold it from you over and over again, until your body was vibrating as powerfully as your favorite Quiver Plus™, and your tear strained cheeks were as damp as your pussy. It was worth it though - not only because you’d come harder the longer he teased you, but from the incredible power you felt to see how aroused he was from skillfully controlling your pleasure. In many ways, you had forgone your fuck toys to become his fuck toy - and life couldn’t have been any better.

As the months passed, you did reintroduce a few pieces of your collection into the mix of your sex life, but it wasn’t until the day you gave your boyfriend a drawer in your closet that he discovered how advanced your stash really was.

As you emptied your sex drawer, and tossed the bright-patterned bags onto your bed to clear a space for his when-you-sleepover-everyday-of-the-week clothes, his lips twisted into a wry, tight grin as the bags just kept coming and coming. He didn’t know exactly what was inside each one, but he recognized your impressive seamstressing skills from the toys you had already used on each other.

You smiled and shrugged when you caught his bemused gaze, and he chuckled softly, then started sifting through the bags, opening the ones which had a peculiar shape he couldn’t quite recognize.

“Babe, I think you could open up a store,” he quipped, as he rolled a remote controlled panty vibrator over in his hands.

“Shut up,” you snorted. “And that’s disgusting. I’ve used them all.”

“You should open up a channel and start doing YouTube reviews.”

“Ha!” you snickered, but then paused. “That’s not a bad idea.”

He returned the panty piece to its bag, then tossed it aside as he pulled out an Original Magic Wand.

“Fuck, this one is heavy,” he held it like a baseball bat as he evaluated its weight and balance.

“The weight is nice, but your arm gets tired,” you replied as you reached for the final item in your drawer. It was a shoebox. There were a few things in it. You considered making bags for them as well, but they were a little more fetish focused, so you decided in the end to keep them separated from the rest.

“What’s in there?” Jin’s eyes widened as you exited the closet and placed the box on the bed.

“Ummm, I don’t really remember.” It was true - you didn’t quite remember everything you had tossed in there. You remembered the Ben Wa balls you had purchased after something you saw in a movie about a handmaiden. There was at least one pair of fluffy handcuffs, which you figured you should probably toss, since Jin and you had upgraded to proper leather ones. And there was a strap on, because your last fuckbuddy loved getting pegged - for the sake of public health, you should've thrown that one out long ago. “I can probably just get rid of it,” you speculated as you opened up the lid.

You were right - the strap on, the balls, and the fluffy cuffs were inside, along with an expired bottle of lube, a cheap blindfold and dead AA batteries - which you no longer needed since everything you now owned was self-charging.

“I think we should keep these,” Jin grinned as he pulled the Ben Wa’s out of the box and dangled them in the air. Then his face dropped. “These were in you, right? Not some other dude's ass?”

You spat a laugh into your hand as fear washed over Jin’s expression. You had told him about the former fling who loved his butt stuff, so you considered lying, just to watch Jin freak out. But in the end, you decided better of it.

“No, babe, they haven’t been in anyone… yet.”

“Okay, good,” he sighed in relief as he set them aside. “Let’s keep those. We got that wedding to go to next weekend,” he winked.

“In that case, I might need to reconsider my outfit,” you gave him a suggestive quirk of your eyebrow. You then turned toward the now empty drawer and stuck your hand out as if you were a showcase girl presenting a prize to be won. “There you go, Kim Seokjin. You officially have a drawer in my house.”

He smiled, then leaned in and gave you a sweet and lingering peck on the lips. “Thanks, babe. So, when do I get a whole closet rod?”

“Don’t push it,” you narrowed your eyes. You knew this would happen. You spent your whole life dreaming of your own walk-in closet, and now, after you gave this man an inch, he was going to try to take you for a mile. You weren’t too bothered, however. You knew Jin and you were on a clear path to living together very soon. You were excited for that day to come - you just weren’t excited about needing to make space for his stuff. You had a plan, though, but you needed to save a little money first. Your home was a touch older and thus had a few awkward nooks here and there. You had been renovating the house a little bit every year, and already had a plan for making more efficient use of all the spaces. When that portion of the plan was done, there would be more than enough room to keep your clothes, Jin’s clothes, and a trunk of kinkery out of the line of sight of your nosey mother.

“So, where is all this gonna go?” he asked as he eyed the pile of sex toys, and peered into the shoebox once more.

“Umm, well, I’ll throw some out for starters. I’ll keep our favorites in the nightstand, and I’ll box up the rest in the laundry room for now.”

“How do we know which ones are our favorites?” he asked mischievously. “We haven’t tried like 90% of these.”

You scoffed back a laugh, then crossed the floor to grab the garbage bag and the cardboard box you had waiting in the corner of the room. “Well, now's your chance, buddy. Pick a few you wanna try. Everything else,” you dropped the box on the bed next to the pile, “goes in here.”

And that was how your sunny-chore-filled Saturday morning began. You and your boyfriend sifting through a mountain of sex toys in a proverbial game of “Fuck, Marry, Kill.” The “Kill” toys went into the garbage bag enroute to the dump, the “Fuck” toys went into the box to be revisited on raunchier nights, and the “Marry” toys found their way into the nightstand where they would be consistently present to support your regular bedroom activities.

When you got back to the shoebox - which Jin respectfully refused to touch until your exes strap on was gone - you emptied it of most of its garbage, but was then surprised by an even smaller box that you had so completely forgotten about that you couldn’t even remember buying it. You pulled it out, flipped it over and looked at the front image. The image gave you nothing - this was where the discreet packaging of sex toys was a hindrance.

The box still had a sticker seal over it, so you sliced it open with your nail, opened the lid and shook the contents into your palm. There was a charging cord, a remote, a small, folded instruction list, and a silicone ring of about 1.5 inches in diameter.

The ring was two different shades of blue and reasonably flexible. It widened at the top to a thick, hard piece which was beveled on one side and flat on the other. That was obviously where the battery was and where the charger plugged in. It took you a second of blankly staring at it until you realized what it was, and recalled how the hell it got into your house in the first place.

“Ohhh!” you cheered as it all came back. You were looking at a vibrating cock ring. You had bought a vibrating cock ring. You bought it during your last real relationship - which took place before Mr. Butt-Stuff.

You had bought it because in that relationship, your bedroom life wasn’t… fantastic. It’s not like the sex was terrible all the time, it’s just that communication was… non-existent. He didn’t like to talk, and when you tried to talk, he’d get defensive, and felt as if you were criticizing him, which made you feel guilty for hurting his feelings. Unfortunately, that often led to you ending sex with your fake orgasms and a ton of resentment. So, you bought the cock ring. You figured if you could frame it the right way, he’d think the ring was about fetish and not about you needing a man to play more often with your clit.

Hindsight is always 20/20, and looking back on that relationship, you could see that there were so many problems, and that the problems in the bedroom were just a microcosm of them all.

In the end, you never had to present it to him, because he broke up with you the moment you got home - and you felt an incredible weight lift off your shoulders.

So, you tucked the ring away in the shoebox, called your girlfriends, and met Mr. Butt-Stuff (also known as Mr. I’m-Not-Looking-For-Anything-Serious) for the first time in a lip lock on the dance floor.

“Now that,” Jin interrupted your thoughts with enthusiasm, “I recognize.”

“Yeah?” you inquired, although you weren't surprised in the least. Your boyfriend wasn’t into anything super hardcore, but he certainly wasn’t vanilla. “You like them?”

“Yeah, they’re great. You?”

“I never tried,” you shrugged. “The box was sealed until about 30 seconds ago.”

“Well, damn, let’s put it in the nightstand then.”

You eyed the pile mounting beside him that was supposed to represent the nightstand collection. Not a ton was making it into storage.

“I don’t have enough room in my nightstand, Jin. This is why I said ‘pick the essentials.’”

He looked at the pile, then sized up your nightstand, then sized up the storage box.

“Okay,” he craned his neck as he came to a conclusion. He plucked his favorite wand and dildo from the pile and chucked them towards the pillow next to your nightstand. He then positioned the box at the end of the bed, and in one swoop, cleaned everything off the comforter and into the box.

“Done,” he said with a simple, self-satisfaction. Then, he reached over his shoulder and grabbed a hold of his t-shirt. He peeled the cotton off his torso, and your eyes followed the wake of his hemline as it exposed his smooth skin, stretchy over his abs, his ribs, and taut over the vein and muscle of his broad shoulders and chest. You swallowed, but kept your lips tight as you wondered where on earth he was going that he no longer needed a shirt. He stepped in front of you, took the ring, the remote, and the charger from your hand, then strode over to the nightstand to plug them in.

“What are you doing?” you asked, amusement clear in your voice.

“Come here,” he patted the bed in front of him.

“Jin?”

“Y/N,” he tilted his head, and his tone became just a touch more commanding. “Come. Here.”

You raised your chin in defiance, but just for a moment to tease him. You knew you were going to go to him, and he knew that too.

You crawled up onto the mattress, and made your way across it, sitting in front of his body just like he had asked.

“Shirt,” he said as he grabbed the hem of your tee. You raised your arms in the air, and he effortlessly peeled it off of you. “Lay back,” he instructed next. You did, but not without a giggle. He was acting so casual, like he was ordering around a classroom rather than instructing his girlfriend to get naked.

He nestled himself between your knees as he stood looking down at you, and he began to work away at the button and zipper of your jeans. He dug his fingers into the waistband and started to shimmy them off your hips. You raised your ass off the mattress to help him along, then plopped back down as he pulled the rest of the denim awkwardly off your legs and feet.

“What are you doing?” you chuckled again.

He bent over you, his fists dipping the mattress beside your shoulders, and his face looming a foot above yours. “I’m showing you that a vibrating cock ring is ‘an essential,’” he announced clinically, except his mouth was pulled into a crooked grin - so you knew what he had in mind wasn’t strictly “educational.”

You bit your lip so you wouldn't smile too brightly, then you looked over to the flashing light which indicated the ring wasn’t yet fully charged.

“How long until it’s ready?” you asked, realizing that he probably didn’t know either since neither of you looked at its manual.

“It’ll be ready by the time I’m done,” he stood straight again and then worked away at unfastening his belt and disposing of his pants.

“Done what?” you asked.

“Eating you out.”

You squeaked a happy noise at the idea, which both brightened and darkened Jin’s face. He then reached for the string of your panties and started to slip them off of you too. Your hips began to shuffle in anticipation, as Jin took a more deliberate and calculated approach to removing your panties.

He balled your underwear up in his fist, then, while keeping his gaze salaciously hard on you, he took a deep, and possessive sniff of your intimates, before he tossed them to some unknown place on the floor.

He then took a firm hold of both of your ankles, looming his body once more over yours.

“Move back, sweetheart,” he instructed - but by the way the endearment “sweetheart” rolled off his tongue, he might as well have just outright called you a “slut.”

Your navel erupted with a million buzzing fireflies, and before you knew you were moving, you had shuffled backward on the bed exactly as he commanded.

He smoothed his palms over your knees, then suggestively over the length of your thighs, licking his lips as he watched every micro-reaction you had to his touch. He then hooked his elbows beneath you, and his strong hands clamped around the hollows where your limbs met your torso. With an aggressive tug, and a yelp from your throat, he slid you half a foot down the mattress, positioning you exactly where he wanted you to be.

He leaned in closer, supporting his body over the bed, then started caressing your inner thighs with the soft press of his lips. He looked so good between your legs. When he was lost in his ministrations, you’d have a perfect view of his locks of thick, dark hair. You'd run your fingers through his scalp, and he’d slide his palm up your side and over your belly, just a little higher each time.

“Mm,” you'd wince when he’d take a sharp nibble of your flesh with his teeth. Then he’d look up at you, his eyes hooded and dark, but indifferent to the pain he caused. He’d kiss lower, bringing his mouth closer to the junction where you wanted him, and watched you wriggle with mounting need.

You began to squirm, ever so slightly, but it was enough to inspire him to dig his fingers just a touch deeper into your fleshy thigh.

He moved lower again, and you bit your lip hoping against hope that he was ready to put that mouth of his to proper work. But instead, he pressed a kiss to your mound, launching a single shiver to rock your body from your abdomen to your knees – then he moved onto the other leg, and began his long, painfully slow ascent up your other thigh.

You sighed, then relaxed your neck and shoulders as you looked to the ceiling, throwing your arm up next to your face as if you were checking yourself for a fever. His hand, which had been over your ribs, slid south to hitch around your hip, while the other replaced it - gliding north over your skin, a little higher, and a little higher, until you felt his palm warm over your bralette. You smoothed a hand over his arm, and he began to gently massage your breast, while his tongue traced circles along your inner leg. Your hips began to shuffle even more, as if they were trying to move your pussy directly into his mouth. You felt his grip tighten once again around your hollow, holding you in place to make sure you didn't get anything you wanted until he was ready to fucking give it to you.

“Jin, please,” you whined, your hand on your forehead now dropping to his hand around your hip. He opened his palm, and your fingers interlocked with each other’s, while your nails around his arm at your breast curved into claws.

“Oh, baby,” he drawled into your skin. “When are you going to learn patience?”

“Never,” you whimpered. “And I don’t think you want me to.”

“You got that right." Your eyes were squeezed shut, but you could hear his smile. He pressed his face into the crook where your leg met your pussy, and your back arched as he bit into the skin. He was so close…

He then moved sideways, and your insides jolted in excitement as you felt the tip of his nose dance its way over your pelvis, and the heating sensation of his breath wafting over your damp folds. He was such a fucking tease - some days you wanted to fuck, marry, then kill him.

He released your breast, and you whimpered from the lost sensual warmth of his palm, but you knew what was coming next - and that was what you wanted all along. He curled his arm, hugging your thigh against his neck like a vice, while a stiff and pointed finger dragged its way over your torso and towards your pussy.

“Mm,” you hummed when you felt his thumb touch the hood of your clit. He pulled the skin high, and you hummed again as your nerves were exposed to the cool elements.

“There it is,” he mused. “It’s already so swollen, Y/N. I think it wants to be licked.”

“Yes!” you nearly cheered.

“Or…” he paused for dramatic effect, and drama you felt. These were the moments in bed with him that you feared the most, but the moments you also lived for: The times when he’d promise pleasure, but he’d promise it too far in advance. “Maybe it's ready for my cock and that ring?”

Oh, thank God! you internally exhaled. He wasn’t planning on stopping. You blinked over at the nightstand, and the device was still flashing. You looked down at him, and ignored the smug and arrogant grin on his face. “It’s still charging.”

“Hm,” he thought to himself, then he sat up, taking your foot in his fist and began to nibble at the skin above your ankle. “Maybe I should just keep doing this until then?”

“You said,” your voice became stern. “That you were going to eat me out.”

“Did I?” his eyes twinkled with rogue delight.

“Listen,” you propped yourself up on your elbows, and your voice dropped again as it issued a warning. “There is a box stock full of clit stimulators just a foot away from you. If you aren’t going to lick it right the fuck now, I will take care of it myself.”

His eyes brightened, and you realized what he was thinking, so you narrowed your glare and interrupted him before he got too cozy. “And you won’t be allowed to watch.”

He made a loud, disappointed clucking noise with his tongue.

“I don’t like threats, Y/N,” he warned.

“Yes, you do,” you smiled smugly back. Aside from coming inside you, or making you come on his command, the thing he loved most about your sex life was your inner brat. “Now, be a good boy, and start licking.”

“Hm,” he huffed. “You’re gonna pay for that,” he cautioned.

“A girl can only hope,” you derided, then shuffled your shoulders back onto the bed, bent your arm to support your head over your hand, and spread your knees wide for him to get a clear view of his target.

His lips threatened to curve into a smile, but he didn’t want to relinquish a smile yet – not when he was losing control. You could hear the gears turning in his head as he tried to come up with a new angle, but in the end, he conceded – or at least you thought he conceded – and he leaned forward, and nestled himself once more in front of your pussy.

You felt the tip of his nose trace the long length of your left fold, and your legs stiffened. It paced over your clit, then back down the span of your right. Then, he pulled the left into his lips, in a kiss that snapped the skin gently back in place – then he did the same to the right. A tease to the end…

He licked the left - slow, firm, and precise - and your spine threatened to tighten as well. He conquered the right, and your breaths began to shallow.

His chin dropped low, and he widened his tongue, flattening it over your entrance, dragging the muscle in a long, thick, heavy, toe-curling line along your slit, all the way up to your most sensitive bundle of need.

“Ugh!” you exhaled, as he did it again, then blew a breath of air along the path of where his wet tongue had just been.

He shuffled an inch forward, tightening his hold on your legs, then focused all his attention on your hood. His tongue laved over the budding nub from one angle, then he turned his neck so he could lap at it from the other.

“Mm,” you bit your lip, and closed your eyes so you could focus on nothing but the feel of his hot muscle over you. He once again flattening his tongue over your base, then licked north – his nose buried between your folds, splitting you apart as it forged a path for his tongue to lick even more of you. “Ah!” you moaned as his nose dug into your hood and pressed hard over your clit. “Please, baby, your tongue…” you keened. You didn’t mean to ask him for anything – it just slipped out. You were so used to him making you beg for everything that the plea came naturally, whether you wanted it or not.

“Patience, baby,” he graveled into your junction, and it rumbled through your whole body.

He played a little longer with your hood, making you keen and murmur when he hit you just right, and making your pussy drip and throb with the need for more. He once again curled his arm around your leg, so his hand could easily reach your hood, which he split open with his thumb and forefinger.

“Yes,” you moaned cheerfully as you hooked your ankle over his back to hug him closer.

Then, you felt it…

His tongue - hot, strong, deft, and raw – as its tip began to swirl circles around your exposed clit.

“Oh… yes…” you encouraged him, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair again. “Oh, fuck!”

He worked patiently away at the nub, pressing it hard with a flattening strength, circling it tight with a dexterous tip, and sucking it gently between his teeth and lips. When he had found his rhythm, his free hand began to wander over your body again, this time taking refuge beneath your bra, so his thumb could play gently with your nipples.

“Oh, fuck, Jin,” you called to him as your whole body suddenly tightened with a small burst of erotic pleasure, and you nearly smothered him between your legs. But instead of fighting against your limbs, he dropped both his arms to hug them even tighter around his neck.

“Oh… shit!” you mewled an octave higher, as Jin dove face first back into your pussy, and began eating you out like a madman who was starving.

Your body began to jolt and spasm in ways you couldn’t control, like your system was trying to escape him – like the pleasure was almost too much to bear. You carded both your hands into his scalp, first grabbing him tight like you wanted to ride his face hard, then trying to push him away as if you’d fall off the ride if you didn’t.

“No,” Jin announced matter-of-factly, in response to your subconscious attempt to avert him. In a swift motion, he stood straight up on the floor, but he took you with him. Your legs were still around his neck, and his arms were still tight around your waist, and his mouth was still consuming your pleasure – but your shoulders and head were the only body parts that remained on the mattress. Everything else hung in a delicate balance between the bed and his face.

Now, you couldn’t escape even if you truly wanted to. You were prone, and unbalanced, with nothing to do but stare up at the man above you and watch him watch you as he ravaged your heat.

“Jin… haaa… oh my God… Jin…”

You could feel the foundations of your orgasm being laid behind your pelvis. It wouldn’t be too long until you came all over his face. And, damn… did you ever want that. You twisted your fingers around the bedsheets beside your head, and bit down hard on your lip as your legs and belly began to quiver with all the tell tale signs of your climax.

“Is it done charging?” Jin suddenly stopped his assault.

“What?” you looked up at him in pure confusion.

He smirked. “The cock ring. Is it done charging?”

It took you a beat to figure out what the hell he had been talking about – then you remembered: this impromptu blow job was a lead-up to an unused cock ring. “Oh! Umm…” you looked behind Jin towards the nightstand, and sure enough, the light had gone solid – meaning it was charged and ready to go. But… you were already about to come…

“Nope,” you answered, but you didn’t sell the fib - his self-satisfied gaze told you as much. But, hey, if he wanted to know if it was done charging, he could have just turned his neck 90 degrees to look for his damn self.

“Are you lying to me, Y/N?”

“Yes,” you confessed with gumption.

He dug his tongue into his cheek as he thought about his next steps. “Baby, are you getting greedy? You wanna come twice?”

You pursed your lips, wanting to retaliate against his condescension. “How sure are you that you can make me come twice?” you fired back with enough playful venom to challenge his ego.

“I can make you come as many times as I want, Y/N,” he said it like it was a warning and not arousing. “The question you should be asking is how many times do I want to let you come. The more you fight the worse it'll be."

If you hadn’t still been basically dangling upside down in the air, you might have felt a little more courage to continue this powerplay charade. But, since you were, and since you could feel your orgasm slipping away with each passing word, you decided that… for now… you’d concede.

“You win, Seokjin,” you said with just enough reluctance to let him know you weren’t entirely pleased with losing. “Do whatever you want with me.”

“There’s my girl,” he winked. He dropped his mouth again, and languidly kissed his way around your center. He was no longer trying to elevate you into an orgasm - he wasn’t touching you to entice physical arousal. But the way he sensually worshiped you, your body, and the core of your pleasure, you could have easily come from just watching him and how desirable he made you feel.

“Make me come,” you pleaded softly.

“I will, baby,” he said with a final nip at your inner thigh, then he released his hold on your body and guided your limbs off his neck and back onto the bed.

“No,” you whined like a petulant child. “Now. I am greedy.”

“Next time,” he laughed, as he reached over to unplug the toy, and held the ring up for you to see. “But right now, I’m gonna show you how this works.” He dropped the ring and the remote beside you, then pulled down his underwear and kicked them aside. He then reached back to your nightstand and grabbed the pretty, glass bottle of lube you kept there. He positioned the bottle above you, holding it unnecessarily high so you could watch the stream of slick fluid pour out of it and drench your pussy. You flinched as the oil felt strikingly cool against your heat. He drizzled more than you figured was needed, but you both held the common belief that, in terms of sex, the wetter the better.

“You’re gonna come so hard,” he said as he replaced the bottle to the stand, then dropped his hand to spread the lube all over your nether regions. “I promise.”

You were already so sensitive from foreplay, so the simple act felt like yet another tease instead of just pre-prep. You instinctively reached for his wrist, gripping it tight in your fist to encourage him to keep touching you this way - in fact, touch you better. But, he peeled your fingers off of him, then began stroking his cock, slickening it in the oil as well. Your mouth began to salivate at the sight of him touching himself.

You sat upwards - shimmying yourself to the edge of the bed. You reached out and took his cock in your own fist - swatting his hand away so you could take control.

“Don’t you dare try to make me come,” he said with a laugh.

“I’m not,” you looked innocently up at him. “I’m just helping.”

“Sure thing,” he tried to chuckle, but it got caught in his throat, as you stroked him with your signature twist and grip which, on every occasion, drove him crazy.

“I am,” you batted your eyelashes. “I just think you need a little more lube.”

He smiled, then reached over and grabbed the bottle again, and drizzled some more into your open palm. He leaned towards you, catching your lips in a small, but impassioned kiss while he grabbed the ring resting beside you. He lubed up the ring while you finished “helping” his dick.

“Grab a pillow, babe, and lay down,” he instructed as he now peeled your hands off his cock. You complied, stretching across yourself to grab your favorite pillow, while he fitted himself with the ring. You stuffed the pillow beneath your lower back, and shimmied over it until your pelvis and knees were both high in the air.

Jin licked his lips as he looked down at the sight before him, then he crawled himself onto the mattress, and along the length of your body until you felt completely caged in by him. He reached between your bodies, and took his cock in his fist.

“Mmmm,” you mumbled as you felt his shaft drift along the length of your slit, and as he tapped your clit a few times with his tip. He’d then position himself at your entrance, and you’d brace yourself for his invasion - but, like a tease to the end, he wouldn’t. He’d slide his cock again through your folds, and circle his tip over your clit, giving you a preview of what was to come.

“Jin, please,” you whined. The sooner you started begging, the sooner you’d get what you wanted.

“Please what?” he looked at you sideways, and you felt his cock press harder against you.

“I want you inside me.”

“Yeah?” he rolled his hips, and his shaft once more glided smoothly along your slit, mimicking the way it would move smoothly through your kidneys. “You want me inside you?”

“Yes,” you swallowed.

“Cuz you love this big dick, don’t you?” he drew back, then began his surface level thrust all over again.

“Yes!”

“You like it inside you?” he let his weight give a little, so his shaft was firm over your clit.

“Fuck, Jin… yes. Please fuck me!”

“Oh, baby," he derided. "I love when you get like this."

He brought his tip once again to your entrance, and your body froze - afraid if you made any sudden movements, you would scare his dick away again.

But then, you felt that delicious pleasure you had been seeking, as his tip pushed firmly past your folds, and began to slip inch-by-inch into your chamber.

“Oh!,” you moaned, as he vanquished another inch, and your walls clamped and shuddered around his trespass.

“Mm,” he moaned too, loving the feel of you drunk and melting around his cock. You were a bit shocked when he bottomed out inside you. You felt the beveled edge of the cock ring press against your clit, instead of the hard, warm press of his pubic bone. It felt foreign and a bit strange, and definitely not as good as Jin's body slapping against you. But it wasn't on yet… so you knew to reserve judgment.

Jin pulled back a measure, then pressed himself back into you, letting your inside stretch and burn as they made accommodation for his size. He pulled out again, and pressed in again - just shallow thrusts while he found his position and rhythm. He ducked downward, catching your lips with his, and seducing you into a long, passionate kiss while he continued to carefully pump himself into you.

What you didn't notice, however, was while he was kissing you, and while his hips were grinding tiny waves into yours, he had grabbed a hold of the remote. And, within a second, your session which seemed to be leading down a path of being sweet and loving, suddenly turned lewd and violent.

“Oh… oh… oh!!!” you cried into his mouth, and your spine seized in several waves in reaction to the beyond-intense sensations. But Jin didn’t give you space to reconcile - he held you tight under the shoulders and kept grinding the device against you. He didn’t even stop when your nails scratched bright-red marks across his biceps. Your hips began to wave in tandem with his, and it was then that you were able to relax a little, find control again, and the unmanageable pleasure morphed into something manageable.

“Oh, shit!” you exhaled as your head slumped back onto the comforter.

“I told you these were awesome,” he smiled.

“They’re intense,” you wheezed, as the vibration locked and released your body again.

“Get used to it, Y/N,” he paused his grinds, then shuffled on his elbows as he repositioned his hips. “Sex doesn’t go fast when there’s a cock ring involved.” He slapped his hips against yours, and it felt like he had hit you with an anvil. Your throat clogged with the air from your lungs, and your guts felt stuffed to the brim with his dick. He withdrew, then thrusted hard again, and once again, you felt his staff move long and piercing through you, and the beveled edge of the ring buzz wildly over your clit. He pumped his hips again, and again, then again, until your room was scored with the sounds of your clapping bodies, the squelch of your pussy as it invited then expelled his cock, the gentle buzz of the ring, and the incredible pants and groans of pleasure from both Jin and you.

He fucked you with such precision, making sure that both the vibrator and his dick hit you where they were supposed to. It was intense – being touched in all those ways at once – especially when he’d dropped a hand or his mouth to assault your nipples, while your lower half writhed and squirmed against all its severe attackers. But he was right – this thing, this sex toy was fucking awesome.

He was also right about another thing – the sex was much longer. Although you did roll the occasional quickie into the mix, Jin was typically very methodical about sex, and he strived to make it last. That usually meant he’d need to take a break every few minutes, squeeze his cock, or maybe spend a little time pleasuring you with his hands or lips – or whatever other trick he had for the times when his dick needed a breather. But this time, he had lasted well beyond his typical checkpoints, and showed no signs of slowing down.

But you were beyond your checkpoint. You could once again see your orgasm barreling its way toward you, gaining even more speed with each passing second. Your hips began to wave higher and higher with each thrust, meeting every pump of his body, and grinding him into your pleasure points. Your breaths became shallow, audible whines, and your eyes began to glaze over in a drunken stupor.

You raised your hips again, just a thrust or two away from the point of no return, but Jin suddenly scooped his arms beneath your back, and – in a feat of strength and skill – hoisted you off the bed and onto his lap as he sat back on his haunches.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and prepared to be fucked from this new position. But instead, he didn’t move. You heard a click, then the buzz of the vibrator died – he was giving you a break. You could now hear your breaths heavy in the air, and the sound of your own heart beating. Jin pressed his forehead to yours, and you followed the rise and fall of his chest as you cooled down.

“Count to ten. Slowly,” he near whispered.

You nodded, closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

“One…” you exhaled, and Jin placed a sensual kiss on your cheek.

“Two…” you inhaled, and he kissed you again, closer to your jawline.

You continued counting as he made his way across your face and neck, each press of his lips in sync with each number. The pre-climax sensations dissipated with every passing moment, but you didn’t much care. In fact, your counting slowed as you got closer to zero, and as you became addicted to the feel of Jin’s lips on your skin.

“How you doing, babe?” he whispered against your shoulder when you did finally hit zero.

“Fucking fantastic,” you lamented. “How are you?”

“I’m always good when I’m with my girl,” you felt his lips curve into a smile.

“You’re sweet,” you blushed.

He lifted his face to yours and you cupped it in your hands. He wasn’t looking very sweet, however. Something wicked and intriguing now lingered in his mind. “Just remember that I’m sweet,” he said with a wink and a final kiss – this one to your lips.

Then, with another click, the ring sprung to life, and the pleasure curved your body into him – which he took as a sign to start sucking on your tits.

Once more, you started small and slow, letting the vibrator grind against you, and his cock find rhythm and refuge inside you. But soon enough, Jin’s hands were tight around your ass, while he violently bounced you on and off his hips.

From here you noticed another benefit of the cock ring: how incredibly fucking hard he was. You knew that was supposed to be a symptom, you just didn’t believe you would have noticed the difference like you did. He felt as thick as a tree trunk and as solid as a diamond inside you. It felt like each thrust threatened to split you in half. When he buried himself deep inside you and you ground the vibrator hard against your clit, you could have sworn you felt his cock pulsing against your walls as it fought against its silicone restraints. It was fucking delicious. Your whole body was beginning to buzz, and you felt fresh waves of arousal build inside you, ready to drench him on command. You really were going to come hard this time – your every fiber was squealing. Jin was definitely enjoying himself, but he still seemed unphased thanks to the magic of rings.

This was a delightful prospect. He could make you come, then make you come again – and still have time to edge you on in the process.

With that in mind, you closed your eyes, cleared your head, hugged him tight, and relinquished your entire being to your impending crescendo. You were rising higher and higher to the ledge, everything around your midriff was beginning to burn, your knees were beginning to shake, your arms were beginning to twitch, and your blood bubbled with fizzy feelings of weightlessness.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” you sung your incline, signaling to Jin that you were almost there - and to not stop. “I’m… I’m… Ow!”

Your eyes sprang open as you suddenly felt a short, sharp pain around your clit.

“Fuck!” you slapped Jin hard on the chest.

He pinched you.

He fucking pinched your clit.

You glared at him, in a brief stint of pure hatred. Pinching was something he did on occasion, a trick he used to edge you on and off. It was always shocking when it happened – which was the point: to shock you and shock your body into throwing your orgasm right out the damn window. However, after the initial shock, you ultimately liked it. His style wasn’t overly painful, and you knew it would lead to greater things. You knew he’d fuck your orgasm back into you, and you knew your orgasm would return with a vengeance after its brutal dismissal. Hell, the last time he edged you on this way, your climax fucked you up so bad you couldn’t see straight for an hour.

But… you still needed a moment to hate your boyfriend while you mourned your half-time loss.

“I told you that you’d pay,” he said arrogantly, cocking his eyebrow in a way that made you want to punch his face.

“Oh, fuck you,” you seethed.

“You are, baby,” he winked, and you wanted to punch his balls… but you also did want to fuck him. “Now,” his eyes darted down to where your bodies joined, “why don’t you hop back on and start riding?”

You narrowed your glare, then stuck out your palm, ordering him to hand over the remote to the ring. He did, then you gave him your own command. “Roll over.”

With another smug smile, he did as you requested. You pulled yourself off of his lap, and he shuffled his way towards the pillows, placing his hands behind his head, and resting all too comfortably against the headboard. You then had a perfect view of how thick and long and hard his cock was - and in an instant, all disdain you had for the pinch and the loss of your orgasm dissipated. You wanted nothing more than to impale yourself upon him, and feel his cock pierce through you like it could reach into your throat.

You crawled over him, straddling his hips and fisted his dick in your hands. You began stroking him, softly at first, then harder and tighter, until you could see the effects of pleasure decorate his face.

“Are you gonna be able to come with this on?” you asked.

“Of course. You always make me wanna come.”

Even when he was being filthy, he managed to find a way to be sweet.

“Do you wanna come?” you tilted your head, and his head matched yours as he wondered if your question was loaded.

“Yes, I do.”

You twisted your wrist, and watched how he heaved in a deep breath of air.

“Do you wanna come inside me?”

“Always.”

You clicked the remote, and Jin’s body jolted beneath you, shocked by the sudden buzz. You stroked him softly again, letting the vibrations lead the charge. You clicked the remote again, and it buzzed stronger, and faster - and Jin began to gnaw on his lower lip to suppress his arousal. You clicked it again, and a small groan escaped his throat - then again, and he moaned something guttural as the vibrator’s mode completely changed, now pulsing and thumping like a rabbit's foot.

“Y/N,” he coughed out. “Ladies first. Get on it, and let me feel you come.”

You crawled your hands forward, pressing them over his chest, and he dropped his hands to your thighs, firmly massaging the flesh with his palms and fingers. You brought your pussy to his cock, but you didn’t position yourself over his tip just yet. Instead, you pressed your slit against the underside of his shaft, then rocked your hips forward, letting his length slip along your wetness.

“Mm,” you closed your eyes, as you found just the right angle to abrase your clit. The ring pulsed his cock, and his cock pulsed against you as you dry fucked yourself along him.

“Baby, please,” Jin choked, as his fingers began to dig bruisingly into your thighs. As much as he loved to make you his little fuck toy, he always got so damn aroused when you used him just the same. “Please. Sit on it. I need to be inside you.”

“You should have thought about that before you pinched me.”

“I’m sorry!” he whimpered.

“No, you’re not.”

You clicked the remote again, and a new mode that alternated pulses and long buzzes sent Jin’s hips into several erratic thrusts.

“Y/N, please,” he pleaded again. “I’m whatever you want me to be, just fucking fuck me.”

You felt your own self-satisfied grin widen your cheeks.

You clicked off the ring, then shuffled over his lap once more, wrapping his dick in your hand as you pressed yourself over it. You then sunk yourself onto him, and your mouth and his mouth dropped open as your body consumed his staff.

“Oh, God, that feels good!” you sighed as you took stock of how full you felt.

“Turn it on, babe,” Jin managed to say as he took a hold of your wrist holding the remote. “Just grind into it. Make yourself come.”

But your instincts had already taken over - you were already grinding against him, the bevelling of the ring already a pleasing feeling to compliment his cock slipping against your insides. You looked down at the remote with hazy eyes, and pressed the wrong button once or twice over. Jin pried it gently from your fingers, and found the on switch - and for the final time, flicked the device to life.

“Oh… my… fuck!” your spine bent backwards as you looked to the ceiling. The toy had felt good before, but like this - it felt 1000x better. You didn’t even need to think about how to get more pleasure - your body just knew. Your hips ground your clit hard into the silicone, and your walls squeezed and released around his dick inside you, bringing you additional pleasure.

“That’s it, baby… oh… good girl. Just like that,” Jin mewled. He too was losing himself to the pleasure.

You swiveled your hips harder and faster, until you were rocking and bucking against him like a bull rider. Heat began to course through your every vein, your impending orgasm taking refuge in every corner of your body, readying itself to launch you into full body euphoria.

“Oh… fuck…” you heard Jin’s strangled voice beneath you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes and enjoy the sight of him falling apart. He was getting close too - but you had no idea how close, and honestly, you didn’t have the capacity to care.

Your legs began to cramp, and your muscles began to throb as your spine tightened and prepped itself for launch. You could see the ledge - you were steps away from the point of no return. You were going to tumble at any moment.

Jin’s hand stretched forward, and clasped around your neck. With one powerful thrust, he knocked you from your grinding rhythm and began fucking up an into you with a furious speed and density.

“Ahhh! Ahhh!” you keened as you lost total control, and became nothing but a shell and a victim to his ruthless onslaught. The sound of your colliding bodies was nothing compared to the pounding in your ears, and all the lewd sounds of him shifting your kidneys. You couldn’t catch a real breath anymore, and your vision became black and star spackled, and your toes and fingers curled into talons. Jin groaned, and panted and mewled, and the coil in your belly tightened and twisted and seared until finally… it snapped.

“Ughhhh….hhhh….” you screamed out into the abyss as your climax sucked your body hollow, then replaced your insides with pure, hot pleasure. You felt weightless, and inhuman as you hit your crescendo. But the waves of pleasure just kept coming, elongated by the buzzing of the ring against you. Jin’s body had seized too, as his cock filled you with hot, white ribbons of cum, and pulsed inside you before it crowded your guts with even more.

Just when you thought the pleasure was over and you were enroute to your come-down, more tingles wracked your body, to the point it began to feel uncomfortable with oversensitivity. “Oh… God!” you called again, shaking all over Jin, unable to control your spasming muscles. “Off!” you squeaked out your plea.

Jin fumbled with the remote, but within milliseconds had clicked the off button, and you both melted against each other as the intensity diluted into post-orgasm bliss.

For minutes, all that could be heard in the room was the sound of both of your heavy breaths. You couldn’t open your eyes, you couldn’t move off of his lap, and he couldn’t think straight enough to say something arrogant.

But eventually, you peeled yourself off of him, and collapsed beside him and into his outstretched arm. He peeled the ring off his dick, and set it somewhere you weren't sure of, nor cared about.

“Okay, Jin,” you managed to say after minutes of silence. “That can stay in the drawer.”

Return to Toys Series.

#bts smut #bts fanfic #jin x reader #jin fanfic #jin smut

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somasbrianrot · 1 year ago

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Master list

I’m a pretty new vlog, but for anyone looking for my Master list here it is

Nepotism, who’s she? series

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Other Fics

AEW

Dynamite Girl (Poly! Elite x Reader)

I Like You (Darby Allin x Seamstress! Reader)

Elite’s Princess (Poly! Elite x Feminine! Wrestler! Reader)

Nose Problems (Poly! Elite x Wrestler! Reader)

WWE

No Matter What (Solo Sikoa x Wrestler! Reader)

The Baddest (Matt Riddle x Reader)

The Bloodline’s Own Angel (The Bloodline x Wrestler! Reader)

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eggtargaryenii · 2 days ago

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If you did write about Jace jacking off I would reade the fuck out of it.

Also I just imagine Jace buying her loads of dresses from seamstresses in Lys the same as her mothers. And lys jewellery. Bet he would even call in a scholar from lys to teach their children if they even had children together to make sure his children get to know her culture and history and not just the history of his culture. He’d learn how to do hair styles popular in lys so that he can help her hand maids with her hair. They are such a soft cute pairing.

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DONT TEMPT ME ANON aasghlhflfjl you know this made me realise that in all my years of writing, I've actually never written a solo scene. perhaps it is finally time 😔✊ it is plaguing me as much as the reader is plaguing jace I fear

OHHHH I LOVE THESE HEADCANONS!!!! 🥹 my heart is MELTING at the idea of jace learning how to handle her hair and doing it for her!!!! the intimacy of it all!!!! I love this because jace feels a lot more connected to his valyrian heritage through the reader, so this is almost like him getting to return the favour. ultimately the reader was forced to assimilate into westeros so even if she is perceived as lysene by the westerosi, she herself is disconnected from her lysene roots! it makes her so extremely sad (as it's yet another way she's been forced to lose her mother) so if jace did any of this for her, I fear our girlfailure would burst into tears.........

#ALSO NEW EMOJI ANON HELLO!!#this ask had me literally. kicking my feet .#IM SO GLAD U FIND THEM SOFT AND CUTE !!!!#egg.asks

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scotianostra · 2 months ago

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My favourite Scottish singer, Jim Diamond was born on September 28th 1953 in Bridgeton, Glasgow.

Born to Sarah (nee Harper), a seamstress, and Lawrence, a firefighter, who would habitually get up to sing at parties, we all had a relative like this didn't we? Apart from his father, his earliest musical inspirations were soul music greats such as Ray Charles, Sam Cooke and Otis Redding. By the age of 14 he had joined his first band, The Method, and later he became lead singer of the Glasgow group Jade, touring the country playing club and college gigs. Then he embarked on a European tour with the band Gully Foyle (he had seen their advertisement for a lead singer in Glasgow’s Evening Times), which included some dates supporting Procol Harum.

His next stop was a quintet called Bandit, who were signed by Arista Records but they swept away by the emergence of punk rock. Bandit's one album was enough to prompt the NME’s reviewer, Tony Stewart, to comment that he was “an inspired and remarkable vocalist who projects himself well, displaying not only a passion for the music but a staggering range, which he uses fully”.

Bandit split up soon afterwards, but Diamond and Bandit’s guitarist, Danny McIntosh (now Kate Bush’s husband) went on to work with Alexis Korner. Word was spreading about Diamond and his powerfully expressive singing, and he was invited to fly to Los Angeles to form a band with the guitarist and David Bowie collaborator Earl Slick and the drummer Carmine Appice, who had been playing with Rod Stewart, but before the project could come to fruition, Diamond was in demand again, returning to England to form PhD and embarking on the series of hits that sealed his reputation.

Then Diamond contracted hepatitis, which prevented him from touring and prompted PhD to split. In 1984 he was back in action as a solo artist, triumphing with the No 1 heartbreaker I Should Have Known Better, often remembered for its soaring “I-I-I-I-I” chorus, which believe it or not, I pride myself on singing welle, The single, which was from his album Double Crossed , earned him a nomination for an Ivor Novello award.

Diamond’s career cooled after his intense burst of success in the early and mid-80s, although in 1985 Diamond went to No 1 again with the celebrity ensemble The Crowd on You’ll Never Walk Alone, a charity record for families of the victims of the Bradford City stadium fire. In 1986 his second solo album, Desire For Freedom, delivered the No 5 hit Hi Ho Silver, a song commissioned for Boon, starring Michael Elphick, and featuring yet another of Diamond’s catchy choruses, this time set to a briskly pumping reggae beat.

In 1993 he released the album Jim Diamond, which reached No 16 on the UK charts, and went on tour performing acoustic versions of his catalogue of songs. In the late 90s he teamed up with the saxophonist Chris “Snake” Davis, renowned for his studio work with M People, George Michael, Paul McCartney and many more, and they performed as The Blue Shoes. With the Hammond organist Paul Birchall, they also worked on Diamond’s 2005 album Souled and Healed. In 2009 PhD reunited to record a new album, Three.

In 2011 Diamond joined up with a group of Scottish musicians, including veterans from Wet Wet Wet and the Proclaimers, to record City of Soul, a collection of soul music cover versions to raise money for Cash for Kids.

Sadly on n 8 October 2015 Jim Diamond passed away as a result of a pulmonary edema – a build-up of fluid in his lungs. The family later said they were unaware he was unwell, his daughter Sara said “Dad was quite a private man, he didn’t court celebrity, and the only reason he did what he did was because he loved making music." adding “Dad’s song (I should have known better) went to Number one at the same time as Band Aid’s Do They Know It’s Christmas was released.

“He was over the moon, but told everyone to go and buy the charity single.” Sara added that the one thing her dad enjoyed using his fame for was to help others. She said: “Dad was always very aware of how lucky we had been as a family, in terms of health and wealth.

“He was very passionate about helping charities. He saw it as his duty to do what he could to give something back.”

RIP Jim Diamond, dubbed "Scotland's Ray Charles.

#scotland #scottish #glaswegian #singer songwriter #Youtube

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a-k-a-l-i · 2 months ago

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The Great Grandchildren

Chapter 1

Traveling through time was not on their agenda, yet, they have no choice. Can they save the galaxy? Can they change the fate of their family? Can Allana Solo and Animé Skywalker make things right?

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“A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…”

When Animé Skywalker thought of running, she never imagined running for her life. Well…that wasn’t entirely true. She had been in hiding for what seemed to be most of her life. She and her cousin Allana Solo had been hiding from Jedi haters, bounty hunters, and worst of all…Allana’s father.

Darth Caedus.

For seven years, Animé had been on the run from Jacen Solo. Her father, Ben Skywalker and her mother, Vestara Khai, were both killed trying to save her. Great Aunt Leia and Great Uncle Han had taken her in, along with Allana, when they were younger.

Jacen seemed to be taking up the old Sith sport in hunting for remaining Jedi and either turning them into slaves for the Sith, or killing them. Currently they were on the plant Lothal, almost hiding in plain sight it would seem. Of course, the surnames Skywalker and Solo were hailed as powerful names. Not just anyone held those names. So in order to hide, Animé and Allana changed their surnames, taking on the name Adova.

Looking out the window where she worked as a seamstress, Animé shook her head. Once again she was lost in thought, and if her boss hadn’t loved her, she would’ve been fired long ago.

“Ani! Is your head in the clouds again?”

Animé snorted and smiled at her cousin.

“‘Course not Lana, I have too much work to be completed for my head to be swimming up there with purrgils,” she laughed. She looked back at the work in front of her and continued her project. Hearing Allana snort, she turned her head to Allana’s direction, raising a single brow.

“Please, dear cousin, I know you better than that, what’s on your mind?” Blue eyes met blue, and Allana challenged her to spout another lie.

Animé sighed, why couldn’t the Force be kinder to her family? Her family always had a knack for getting too chummy with the Darkside, only two members, which was still too many, ever fell. The rest toed the line but managed to be brought back to the light. Including her.

“Your father, Lana…your father.”

Instantly, Allana’s eyes dimmed, and her playful mood vanished. “Oh…I see.”

Animé gave her a sympathetic gaze, one which Allana waved away. Allana knew all too well how her cousin felt.

“One day...everything will be set right, Ani...one day, whether or not the Skywalkers and Solos live,” Allana said firmly. Only the family truly knows how much the Skywalkers play a part in the galaxy falling Yet, time and time again, the Skywalkers were the saviors of the galaxy.

“But, what if Jacen does hunt us down, and he kills-”

Allana interrupted Animé harshly, “he won’t! My fath-my father wouldn’t be so cruel.” Tears gathered in her eyes as Animé came closer to wrap her arms around her.

“Of course, Lala,” calling her by her first nickname when they were just younglings, “I was insensitive to even consider it.” Although, she kept her thoughts to herself. After all, it was Jacen who killed her Grandma Mara.

“It’s alright, I thought about it too, it just...hurts..y’know?” Allana sniffled and backed away from the hug, wiping stray tears away. Animé nodded, hesitantly turning back to her station. Allana followed her lead and they finished their work in silence.

“I want to see a purrgil,” Allana said suddenly as they were putting their tools back in their proper places. Animé choked on her caf.

“Wh-where did this topic come from?” Allana giggled and handed Animé some paper towels to dry her face.

“You mentioned it earlier, I wonder how they look, and how big they are.”

Animé tapped her chin thoughtfully and shrugged on her bag, “probably really, really, really, big, they’re hyperspace whales for Force’s sake!”

Allana styled her hair in two buns that closely resembled how her grandmother Leia used to style her hair. “True, you think they can travel anywhere? I heard deep space pilots talk about it once, they can travel between galaxies!”

The girls waved goodbye to their coworkers and headed home, to a house near the outskirts of the city.

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“We’re home,” Allana called out, putting her shoes away on a bench near the front door.

An elderly woman with graying hair walked to them, kissing them both on the cheek. “You came just in time, dinner is ready, go wash your hands.” The girls nodded.

Walking back to the dining room, Allana, refreshed and dressed in a white top and black sleep pants, noticed that her Grandpa Han was already there at the table.

“Hey, kid, what took you so long?” Han raised an eyebrow as he drank some blue milk.

“Mé and I wanted to freshen up,” she shrugged, taking a seat next to him.

“Speaking of Mé, where is she?”

“Getting dressed.”

Han hummed, going back to the holo news. Leia came with a tray full of steaming, hot vegetables and meat. Animé came back dressed in a black nightgown.

She set dead birds on plates, calling Anji and Sari, the medium sized nexu and Lothal wolf padded down the hallway.

“Yum,” Animé sniffed, entering the kitchen, “I smell Shaak meat.”

“Come sit, dear, tell us about work.” Leia beckoned Animé over to the table. As the four members of the family helped themselves, Allana and Animé recalled events that happened during their shift.

“There was a going away party–”

“–and it was amazing–!”

“–one of the older workers was retiring–”

“–it was kinda sad to see her leave–”

“–but it was wholesome in the end.” Han and Leia chuckled, their eyes sparkling.

“Sounds like fun, girls,” Han commented. He and Leia shared a sad look, one that was missed between the younger girls.

“Grandpa, is it okay if we could fly tomorrow, on the Falcon?” Allana asked, shoving her greens around on her plate. Animé’s eyes lit up and she clapped her hands twice.

“Yeah, can we? We promise to be careful, it’s our day off tomorrow,” Anim�� added after swallowing a bite of Nuna Legs. Leia hummed thoughtfully.

“I suppose...but only if you promise not to leave the planet.”

Han looked scandalized, “That’s my ship you are talking about…but, I suppose you could, don’t go breaking it now, that’s the only thing I have left.”

The two girls cheered and talked excitedly to each other.

“Oh, see what you did, Leia? Now we’ll never hear the end of this for the rest of dinner,” Han complained jokingly, he winced when Leia landed a swift jab to his arm.

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The next morning, Animé and Allana woke up bright and early, excited. Allana dressed in a short white cropped top, with beige pants, dark brown boots, and an olive green jacket. Styling her hair into twin pigtails.

Animé, wore a short black cropped top, paired with a matching dark gray cropped jacket and skirt. She buckled on her black knee high boots and parted her hair, styling it into a half-up half-down.

When she arrived at the kitchen, Leia was sipping caf chatting quietly with her husband.

“Aunt Leia, Uncle Han,” Animé greeted warmly, giving the two a kiss on the cheek, “is Allana still in her room?”

Leia nodded, “there is some breakfast on the counter, I made pannacakes.”

Allana ran straight to the kitchen, offering a quick hello to the three people occupying the living room.

“Pannacakes!” Shouted Allana in glee. Animé laughed and followed her to the kitchen. Grabbing a healthy serving they returned to the living room and turned on the HoloNet.

It was a quiet morning with the Skywalker-Solos. The soft chatter coming from the HoloNet made everything feel homey, cozy, full of peace.

“Mmm, those were the best, Grandma, thanks so much,” Allana praised. Han grinned.

“You should’ve tasted her food back when we first married, she was awfu–hey! What was that for!” Han suddenly yelped.

“You nerfherder, I have always been a great cook,” Leia sent him the stink eye, mouthing promising words of punishment. Animé rolled her eyes in amusement and shook her head, leaving the two alone.

She grabbed her cousin’s dish and washed it, putting them on the rack.

“You ready to go flying, Ani?”

“Obviously, wanting to fly runs in the family,” they both grinned at the statement, knowing how true it was.

“Grandma, Grandpa, we’re heading out now.”

Just as they turned to leave, Han called them back to the living room.

“Just a minute, Leia, go grab them, you know where you hid it.”

The older woman stood up and went into her and Han’s room, the two younger girls shared a confused look.

“Uncle, what is it?”

“While we know you’re just out flying, we still want you to be safe, and well…”

Leia came back, holding a box that was crafted using Naboo’s style.

“Here are your lightsabers, use it only in an emergency,” she opened the box, two lightsabers lay there next to a severed braid and a Japor snippet, along with a few letters and other small trinkets.

“Wow,” Allana gasped softly. Animé glanced at the other contents.

“What is that, Aunt Leia?”

Leia looked pained, “according to the research I did all those years ago, this braid belonged to my father, and the necklace was given to my mother, a gift also from my father…it was rescued after she was burned at the pyre on Naboo,” she heaved a large sigh, Han had a look of sympathy at his wife’s sadness, “this made me believe Anakin Skywalker was more human before he turned, that he loved Padmé Amidala truly.”

Leia gave Allana her lightsaber, “I hope you don’t lose it, don’t follow the old Skywalker tradition of misplacing one’s lightsaber, your Uncle Anakin, father and Uncle Luke tended to do this.” Allana gave a small smile and nodded, promising she wouldn’t. She scooted back, wanting to get reacquainted with her weapon.

The woman turned to her niece, “I know you haven’t built your lightsaber yet, so I decided to keep this tradition,” she pulled out the other lightsaber, while it was clean, Animé knew it saw many battles, “this was your Grandma Mara’s, before that, it was your Grandpa Luke’s…and before that, it was your great grandfather’s,” Animé took it hesitantly, not sure if she was ready to continue the Skywalker legacy, she felt Allana sending her comfort through the Force, promising her that will continue it together.

Han came over and gave the Japor snippet to Animé, while he gave a small silver headpiece to Allana.

“This headpiece signified the Goddess of freedom on Naboo, or whatever hokey-pokey they believed in–” Han was cut off when Leia punched him, causing the two girls to set off in fits of laughter. Animé put on the Japor snippet and helped Allana redo her hair, styling it into a half-up half-down as well, they gingerly fit the headpiece on.

They grinned, they had something connected to their great grandparents.

“While we love these gifts, we’re just going out for a ride, it’s not like we’re leaving the planet or whatever,” Allana ended up saying after a few minutes of silence.

“We wanted to give this to you long ago, but we felt that now was the time,” Leia explained, closing the box and putting it on the table, Han came over and gave her a hug. Animé and Allana saw how old and weary they looked. They saw many tragedies, and they vowed to set things right…however they were going to do it.

“We love you, now go off on your adventure, but be back before sundown,” Han kicked them out with a laugh. The girls clipped their sabers to their belt, gave them a hug and waved goodbye, running out the door and into the garage.

“Anji, Sari, let’s go, it’s time for our trip,” Allana whistled, the big beasts following the sound.

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“WAHOOOO!” Allana yelled out in pure excitement. It was Animé’s turn to fly and she did a series of twists, turns, and other near-death tricks.

“I can’t believe he let us fly!”

“The Force works in mysterious ways,” Allana said wisely, nodding her head slowly, as if she was an old wisened Jedi Master. Animé laughed when her cousin let out a startled gasp.

“Ani! Look!” She pointed to a large blue hole, swirling in the sky.

The two slowly looked at each other and slow grins formed into smirks.

A Skywalker smirk.

Animé suddenly caused the ship to move forward and fly faster in the hole’s direction. They gaped, the Falcon stopping a few hundred feet away. The hole was blue on the rim and pitch black in the center. Purple dust fell continuously as it slowly rotated in a slow motion.

“What is this…” Animé whispered. Allana shook her head slowly.

“Whatever it is, it can’t be good, we have to go.” Animé nodded in agreement, and set the course back home.

But they didn’t move after she punched in the coordinates.

The ship started to slowly glide forward, up into the portal’s center.

“Mé…?”

Animé had a terrified look on her face, “The ship is moving on its own, Lana!”

Soon the girls were pressing every button, trying to stop the ship. They screamed when they finally entered the hole. A white light blinded them for a moment. When suddenly a different world seemed to exist in front of their eyes.

Luminescent purple trees, blue grass that lit the way for anyone who walked across it, five moons were shown. Animé and Allana’s jaws dropped in sheer wonder.

Stars twinkled in the night sky, crystal butterflies danced with wind.

“What is this place?” Anime gasped once again.

“This is the homeworld, the afterlife, the Force.” A voice answered, making the girls jump up in surprise.

“You will make things right, my children. You must not delay.”

“What do you mean? What’s going on?” Allana said.

“I believe in you, save my son and the galaxy, show my son back to the path of the light.”

“W-wait! No! Don’t go!” They shouted in unison.

But, the world around them started to blur, the ship beeped and sirens were making themselves known to the girls who broke out of their stupor.

“Animé, help me with this!”

“I’m trying to stop the ship from breaking, Allana!”

The Falcon gave a violent shake, causing the girls to be thrown out the cockpit, hitting their heads against the wall.

Their eyes slowly closed.

Falling into a dreamless sleep, they could only hear one thing:

“Save him.”

Then all was pitch black.

#anakin skywalker #anakin x padme #obi wan kenobi #padme amidala #star wars #Time Travel #Allana Solo #Skywalker OC #ahsoka tano #the clone wars #star wars time travel

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ceciliadreamson · 5 months ago

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Me brain rn: you shouldn’t make an oc that doesn’t have a reason to be in the cast’s lives they’ll just be baseless!!!

Also my brain: haha funny seamstress cosplayer who is head over heels for women

But in all seriousness, I’m stuck on figuring out what I want to do with my self insert. Cause the main purpose of the oc was so I can make ship art, but I don’t like having one dimensional ocs. If I have a OC that I see as separate from me, then certain ship dynamics form with characters I personally don’t have romantic interest in;;; Defeats the whole purpose of a self insert haha

The first oc concept is a goofy seamstress who is somewhat of a clutz. She means well though and tries to see the world in a different light even if it’s not ideal. An optimistic realist? A dreamer? Who knows. Also she carries around a giant pair of scissors as her weapon and used to work for a shop that supplies uniforms for the military. Would also sell dresses to rich families as a side hustle. So what’s the problem with such a cute concept? She doesn’t have any reason to be on the bus 😭😭😭 would definitely work for shipping purposes, but I’m a person who needs every single aspect of the character to fit in the world I’m throwing them in. Kinda like filling in holes that never surfaced

There’s an oc that I made around a few months ago that had a similar concept to Perfect Blue and Oshi No Ko. A solo idol who believed that everything in the world was all rainbow and sparkles, until the idol industry trapped them in a cycle of torment. If I made her into a LCB oc, I could make it so that her purpose at LCB was to punish herself for feeding lies to the public. Doesn’t think she deserves nice things anymore after being a faker in the public eye. Super interesting concept and fits into the project moon universe, so the issue? That’s not me anymore hahshshauau She checks off a majority of the boxes that I need for a fandom oc, but as a self insert she doesn’t check off too many

Edit: thinking about it now imma go with the idol idea and change some things about her so I can do shipping yet let her have a purpose

Edit again: scratched the idol idea and went with the seamstress lady idea and someone suggested that her source should be A Doll’s House

#help imma go insane #I love both ideas but also don’t at the same time #I like the idol oc idea a lot though #but I already designed the seamstress #but the idol has an entire playlist #but she’s sad and wouldn’t work for self shipping #ARGAHSHUSUSUS #clawing at the walls

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manhandlingmayhem · 1 year ago

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You know what? No, fuck you all. I love the damsel in distress archetype and you can’t stop me.

I’m a graphic designer and seamstress. I weight 130 lbs. I would be fucking terrified of being shot if someone waved a gun in my face.

I identify much more with Princess Leia who for all her brilliance and agency and leadership skills is out of her depth when trained soldiers capture her ship.

And thanks god for Han Solo and Luke Skywalker types. I’d rather watch them heroically fumble their way through a rescue attempt because they are more physically able and a million times more suicidal than Leia.

Instead, what I’m supposed to like is some bland untouchable female lead easily slamming her way through useless stunt men and rolling her eyes at anyone who thinks they might have a better idea than she does.

God, whatever that creature is she certainly isn’t what I would ever consider a “strong female character” and I hope she dies soon.

(and if anybody comes back with “but there are good versions of female action heroes!!?”. Obviously that is true. However you need BOTH sides of any trope and boring people demonizing a perfectly good character type because it doesn’t fit their brand of She-hulk feminism is shortsighted and insulting.)

Uhmm please tag your favorite damsel in distress below

I know you have one you liars lol

#hello #it is I #with a rant #I just miss Elizabeth Swan #you know?#and Wendy Darling #and every female character who needed some help along the way #it doesn’t make them less #it makes them feel real #damsel in distress #oh and princess buttercup #I feel them man

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ao3feed--reylo · 2 years ago

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KOINONIA

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/zKVF51u

by lari_nyan

The Moiras are seamstresses, weaving threads that interconnect destinies and not even the gods can escape them. Often, their woven threads consider more than what can be seen superficially: in the world of deities, nothing is what it seems to be and nothing appears to be what it really is.

Rey and Ben will face the divine plots of Moiras: they will discover more about the world they inhabit, about themselves and about the thread that connects their souls.

A retelling of Greek myths, especially inspired by the myth of Hades and Persephone.

Words: 1047, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Rose Tico, Jannah (Star Wars), Leia Organa, Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Armitage Hux, Snoke (Star Wars)

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Poe Dameron/Finn, Armitage Hux/Rose Tico, Jannah/Rose Tico

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Ancient Greek Religion & Lore Fusion, Inspired by Hades and Persephone (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rey Needs A Hug (Star Wars), Kylo Ren Needs a Hug, Devoted Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/zKVF51u

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Star Wars #Star Wars Sequel Trilogy #Reylo #Rey #Ben Solo #Kylo Ren #AO3 #ne

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eclectic-mania · 2 years ago

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world on fire

1. tell me you'll never more roam

(read it here on ao3!)

Once upon a time, Jackie Burkhart loved Christmas in Point Place.

Well, once upon a time, she loved Christmas; it just happened that at that point, she had spent all her Christmases in Point Place.

Though Wisconsin winters were more than brutal, she loved how bright and shiny the snow made everything look. She enjoyed hot chocolate and catching snowflakes on her tongue. She adored looking at the Christmas lights her neighbors would put up. She relished the feeling of goodwill and was elated by how happy and peppy it made everyone, even the resident Scrooges.

Most of all, though, she loved celebrating the holiday with people that loved her, her family.

Not the Burkharts, of course; Jack had become negligent long before going to jail, and Pam had never bothered to care for her only daughter while they were in the same country, let alone different ones. No, Jackie’s family consisted of Red and Kitty Forman and, for a brief but shining moment, Bob Pinciotti. Once upon a time, she would even consider the basement gang to be a part of that family: Donna, her best friend and the closest thing she had to a sister; Eric, the nerdy almost-brother that tormented and teased her as if she really was his sister; Michael, her loveable but stupid ex-boyfriend; Fez, the girliest and best guy-friend she ever had; and Steven, the absolute love of her life. She loved spending time with them, even if they were just sitting around the stinky old basement. These people made the holidays worth it, and the holiday season wasn’t complete without seeing them.

But that was all once upon a time. Christmas in Point Place was something out of a fairy tale, and Jackie had long since learned that fairy tales weren’t real.

She knew better than to go back now.

It’s not like she had the time to do so, anyway. She was a busy and respected fashion designer, one of several in a pretty prestigious fashion house in New York City. She was in the middle of designing her very first solo collection; it was a big task but not something that she necessarily had to be in the city for at this stage. Still, it was better if she was, just in case anything went awry.

She could take a few days off if she wanted, but why should she? She clawed her way up the ladder on nothing but her own merit and had far too many responsibilities to tend to out here to ensure her status was maintained, or so she claimed to Kitty whenever the inevitable invitation would come. Beyond work, too, she had an apartment to take care of, plants to water, elderly neighbors to cook for, and no desire to see the people she purposefully left behind.

Kitty Forman never accepted that Jackie never wanted to come back, and Jackie never gave in to her mother figure’s pleading to come home.

Well, not until this year, anyway.

“I really can’t, Mrs. Forman,” Jackie insisted on their weekly phone call one November night, a hint of desperation in her voice. “I’m so busy with the studio. We’re working on a mock-up of the design concept, and one of the seamstresses needs emergency surgery, so we’re already down a hand, and—”

“Now, Jackie.” Kitty’s voice crackled through the phone, her own tell-tale signs of desperation seeping into her voice. “I have been very patient with you, young lady, but this has gone on long enough. Now, you need us, Jackie, especially after this year you’ve had. And besides, it’s been how many years since we’ve had you over for Christmas?”

“Not that long,” Jackie muttered.

“Christmas of ‘78! That was your last Christmas here, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, Mrs. Forman, but—”

“And Fez will be here,” Kitty continued, trying her hardest to make her case. “You still talk to him, don’t you? Won’t it be so nice to see him again?”

“Of course, Mrs. Forman, but I don’t—”

“And Eric will be here since he still lives here, but Laurie won’t be, so you can have her room!” Kitty laughed nervously, hoping this sold her on the idea. It didn’t; Jackie had no desire to sleep on a mattress that had seen more action than a bed at the Playboy mansion. “Well? What do you say?”

Jackie took a long pause to collect all her strength for what was coming next. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Forman.”

“Oh.” There was another pause, a long one, and then a sniffle. “Well, honey, you’ve left me no choice. Red,” she called away, and Jackie instantly groaned.

“No, Mrs. Forman, don’t—”

“Loud One,” Red grunted into the phone. “Why is my wife crying?”

Jackie rolled her eyes. Of course she was crying. “I told her I couldn’t make it out for Christmas and New Year’s this year.”

“And why the hell not? I know for a fact you have paid time off that you haven’t used, young lady, so I suggest you use it for this holiday season because Kitty won’t take no for an answer.”

“I took some time off,” she argued half-heartedly. “Whenever Eric visits, I take time off to see him. Remember when Eric’s layover landed here after the rest of his Africa teaching gig? I was the one who showed him around the city, Mr. Forman.”

“That was years ago, Loud One, and it was just three days you took off. If you can take time off for the dumbass, you can sure as hell take time off for us. We—I mean, Kitty misses you, okay?”

She sighed and pressed her forehead against the wall, eyes closed tight. “I don’t want to see them again, Mr. Forman.”

“And you won’t,” he said without missing a beat. It was almost as if he expected this point to be brought up. “The neighbor girl doesn’t come around as much now that she and the dumbass are broken up, the kettlehead has his own family to take care of now, and the hophead is going to Christmas dinner at his dad’s. You won’t be seeing anyone you don’t want to, Loud One. We’ll make sure of it.” Then, in a much softer voice, he spoke again. “Come home, Jackie.”

She sighed again, cradling her head in her hand. Her resolve had been firm until those last three words, but now, thinking of Point Place as her home was suddenly appealing again. “Do you think we could work on the cars together while I’m there?”

“Well, you twisted my arm,” he gruffed, but the smile in his voice was clear as day.

To say Jackie was apprehensive about this trip was one hell of an understatement. She didn’t even remember the plane ride from New York to Milwaukee save for all the worrying she did, burning through two separate cassettes on her Walkman without even realizing it. She was so out of it, in fact, that Jackie nearly did an about-face once she hit the arrivals terminal of Milwaukee International Airport. Still, a familiar face stopped her in her tracks.

Well, that’s not entirely true. A sign that was thrust high in the air stopped Jackie in her tracks, with Devil written on it in big red block letters. Jackie’s eyes locked onto that sign and instantly shifted to the face of the man holding it, a smile immediately pulling at her lips in response to the giant grin on his.

“There she is, back to make my life a living hell,” he called, not caring about the attention it was bringing him in the crowded airport terminal.

Jackie didn’t care either, pulling her bag behind her as she ran up and into Eric’s arms. “String Bean,” she said warmly, “Merry Christmas Eve! It’s so good to see you! I didn’t know you were picking me up.”

“I thought I’d surprise you,” he grinned, taking her bag from her. “Well, Red didn’t want you to take a taxi. You know how he is. You’re his favorite.”

“Hell yeah, I am,” she laughed, falling into step beside him.

Her friendship with Eric surprised everyone, given that they had always been antagonistic toward each other when he left. Sure, they both knew that it came from a place of affection, but this was apparently news to everyone else.

Jackie was one of the few people who wrote to Eric regularly when he was in Africa, keeping him involved and up-to-date in all things happening in Point Place until she left in December of ‘79. She told him about Chicago, about Sam the Stripper, about Randy. Then, after she had moved, Jackie filled him in on the two-day stay in the hospital when she had to be treated for pneumonia after falling into the creek after the county fair and how that had been the driving force to finally do the damn thing she was meant to do and move away already.

And, though Jackie never expected a response, she got one almost every time. Each letter was another deep dive into his life in Africa, his thoughts on what he saw out there, and all the things Jackie was telling him. In each response, Eric was thoughtful and considerate and only a little snarky, which Jackie greatly appreciated. He showed genuine concern for her physical and mental health and even offered up a number for her to call him when she could.

Then all of a sudden, they had a weekly call scheduled, and when Eric was due to come back, he even planned his trip back so that he had a few days of layover in New York City. He’d been back once or twice since then, usually on weekends to accommodate his teacher’s schedule, and so Jackie didn’t have to take time off during her tumultuous first months as a designer.

She was the first one he spoke to when he was trying to figure out his next steps after Africa and to gush about his crush on a fellow teacher; he was the first one she called about her new collection and the only one to fly out when she was going through a tough breakup. They supported each other through ups and downs; it was the most healthy and fulfilling friendship Jackie had ever had.

Remembering how much he meant to her was the only thing keeping Jackie from frogging Eric now, though, because his conversation topics were terrible. “He asks about you, you know?”

“I don’t care,” she said flatly, staring out the window. “You know better than to tell him anything.”

“I know,” he soothed, his voice only slightly higher-pitched. Jackie knew how much Eric hated lying to his friends, but this was important to her. “He knows we talk and that I’ve visited you, but I don’t tell him anything, and neither does Fez, I think. I just wanted you to know that he asks.”

“And I just want you to know I don’t care.”

Eric snorted but said nothing else for the next ten minutes. However, when he broke his silence again, Jackie genuinely wished he hadn’t. “I mean, he’s really sorry about the whole thing.”

“Eric,” she groaned, “seriously, String Bean, you need to can it. He should be sorry. I was in the hospital because of him! Not to mention all the vile stuff he was saying to me the entire time before that. You weren’t there, Eric. You don’t know.”

“I know what you told me,” he insisted, “and I know what he tells me, and I’m telling you, he’s not just sorry about the creek. It might be worth giving him another chance.”

“Stop the car.”

“What?”

“Stop the car, Eric!”

As the Vista Cruiser screeched to a halt, he looked quizzically at his passenger. “What’s your deal, Devil?”

She sighed and put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m only going to say this once because being in Wisconsin pulls my old self out just a little bit, and the old me hated begging, but I’m begging you not to bring him up again. I know he’s your brother,” she added hurriedly when Eric’s mouth opened again, “and that you love him, yadda yadda, whatever. Still, I have no intention of hearing about him or anyone else while I’m here. Red and Kitty know this already, so you need to get it through your thick skull like yesterday. Are we clear?”

Eric stared out the windshield, unseeing. “Is it really that painful?”

“Yes,” she shot back immediately. “Those months you left us in that basement... god, Eric, they were the worst months of my life. And that’s counting going broke and losing my parents. Even the stuff with Brian...” She gulped. “All of it. Chicago and the stripper and the freakin’ pneumonia that landed me in the hospital, hell, those burns they kept shooting at me too, all of it... it broke me, broke me to the point that even Brian didn’t manage to get to yet.”

The look Eric gave her, the heartbroken horror of remembering seeing Jackie in the aftermath of the Brian ordeal, had Jackie reaching out for his hand. He gave it to her without hesitation.

“He’s dead to me, Eric. Steven Hyde is dead to me, and I’m pretty sure he thinks of me the same way, no matter what he tells you to save face. I mean, he nearly killed me, remember?”

“He never wanted that,” Eric said softly, squeezing her hand. “Seriously, you won’t even see him again? Jackie, I think he still lo—”

“Hell no.” In an instant, Jackie had her fingers in her ears. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Eric Forman, or I’ll shove my foot so far up your ass, you’ll be tasting leather for weeks.”

The threat pulled a startled laugh from the guy. “Jeez, with your Forman Rage and the foot-in-the-ass threats, it’s a wonder we’re not actually related.”

“What can I say? There’s a reason Red loves me,” she smirked. “Now drive, String Bean. Our parents are waiting for me.”

“God, it’s like having a more tolerable Laurie around,” he groaned, but he drove off anyway, knowing his parents were just as eager to see their pseudo-daughter again.

#that 70's show #t7s #that 70's show fanfiction #world on fire #jackie x hyde #jackie burkhart #fanfic #zombie apocolypse au #eventually

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