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Iâm back on the star war brainrot with a little bit more than just the âlast lineâ
Friend. Friend. Friend. Imogen swirled the word around in her mind like a new flavor that she couldnât decide was offensive or not. It felt strange, odd, out of place. Yet, it also brought unexpected feelings of warmth and reassurance. No one had ever referred to her as a friend. She had never earned that title before, never bothered to. Friendship did not possess anything of value in her eyes until recently, but she wondered what she could have done to receive such a standing with Cal so soon.
âOkay, whatâs wrong?â He suddenly asked with a slightly exasperated sigh.
âWhat?â Imogen snapped back, annoyed that he would presume her mood.
âYouâve been glaring at me extra hard since we got here,â Cal insisted. âWhat did I do?â
#oc insp: imogen kol#cal telling someone sheâs his friend and she acts like an antisocial cat about it#Iâm finally writing them working together without any ulterior motives and it is very fun#they act like siblings who are constantly annoyed by each other#Imogen like: I WILL go back to trying to kill you if you get to sappy on meâŠ. but am I really ur friend? đ„ș#brotp: a force to be reckoned with
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also this is . such a weird take but i find that i usually care way more about my friendsâ ocs that have no connection to me whatsoever than any of our shared characters but literally no one shares the sentimentđżđż AND I UNDERSTAND WHY. but i just cant.
#like NO i dont wanna ship our ocs together⊠tell me about your glorbos ill be ur fandom pookieâŠ#i dont need to be included to enjoy ppls art idkâŠ#i do like making like.. fan characters for my friends stories#i just enjoy interacting with ppls art as like.. their friend⊠and getting to see all the thoughts that go into a personal project#feels more personal to me than doing something together?#like thank you for letting me get to know YOU#or mayb im just weeird#i dont know i think theres something very nice about someone caring about your art!!!!#even if it doesnt include them or benefit them somehow?!??#which it DOES benefit me in the way that i LOVE hearing about ppls ocs#ITS FUN#PEOPLE ARE SO INTERESTING#i love artists.. i love artâŠ#i love people who make art and i love their art
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always wild how some of the least sneaky people in the world think u Cannot Tell that they are following bc they want something from u (shipping, access to ur mutuals/friend group, free graphics/art, etc). You Are Transparent, Rebecca
#as someone who has played a variety of muses over the years ranging from unshippable female ocs to VERY shippable white favs#u learn how to tell and u learn fast#like on some level we are all following each other bc we want smth from each other - we want to write w each other and shit#thats normal and fine#but if ur ignoring me and my attempts to reach out and only ever seem to message me if i have smth else to offer u? i notice that shit!!#this has not happened in a hot minute and isnt about any of my mutuals but. i think abt this a lot#â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ: ooc / [mothman vc] take me home country roads#ask to tag
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My favorite pastime: roleplaying characters and just making them soso weird and then pulling up the DSM-5 to try to diagnose them
#every time itâs like âdid I invent a fake mental disorder or are these symptoms applicable to somethingâ#unironically itâs been pretty helpful over the years in making me more aware of all the different kinds of mental illness and such out there#oftentimes Iâll see someone say they have a disorder and Iâll think âI remember researching that for my OCâ lol#HONESTLY roleplaying characters with certain issues has been SO helpful in keeping me open minded#and reassuring me that Iâm not a horrible person once I started to have more issues like intrusive thoughts#when my intrusive thoughts started to get bad I remembered âmy oc has those and nobody blames him for itâ then suddenly I was better LOL#itâs so stupid I feel like ppl will say âthat is NOT how you should be learning about this stuffâ but like idk itâs kinda been working#itâs like how representation is important except Iâm making the representation myselfâŠ? so⊠idk. but it inspires me to do research.#anyways Iâm currently stumped on one of my characters and how to diagnose him. Iâm beginning to think he perhaps experiences delusions.#but Iâll have to do more research.#I havenât even begun my research so Iâm sorry if Iâm totally wrong.#also Iâm aware many sources might be biased against certain illnesses and such. I already faced that problem searching NPD đ I always take#the things I see in top results with a grain of salt. I know people will say âtalk to ppl who have these disorders!â but like. how do I tell#them I want to try to diagnose a fictional character that I play. I mean I guess Iâm curious anyways? good to know about all this stuff even#without it being applicable to anything personal. but like. can u rlly just say âexplain ur mental disorder to meâ đ
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#Introducing someone new to reflections and then telling them about my ocs and helping them make their own reflection ocs would fix me#Making matching reflection ocs would save me it would save me and fix me and#On god I wish i could see someone find the same joy and happiness and comfort that I did w reflections#I want to hear abt ur reflections ocs. Pleas e
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Honestly, my abuser saying Louis was just as bad as Lestat or basically implying they hate how people write Lestat off as more abusive than he is or that Louis was just as abusive was a red flag I should've put a lot more stock into.
#The guy was Empathizing with a capital E.#God hold me back cuz I LAUGH at them. Abuser all weh u..abused me..cuz...u called me stupid and annoying when I wouldn't let u leave me#after ur 30239929292th attempt#Youre abusive cuz...u made me feel so unloved when you kept trying to leave me! :'(((#LMAOAOOA yeah if thats abuse then slap my ass and call me sally cuz ill always try to leave you#You fuckin insane psychopath. constantly putting damn words in my mouth and telling ME what i ACTUALLY mean#you dont care about anything i have to say. you need to be the one slighted to justify why you feel so offended 24/7.#dude u wanna be a fucking victim so bad then fuckin be my guest u fuckin miserable sick sad sack of absolute dog shit#always calling me a liar and putting me on the podium to state my case infinite times till you hammered me into gaslighting myself#to support your interpretation. go to hell.#you are chronically miserable for a reason. and you will NEVER find reprieve in that. EVER. just as you deserve.#YOU made me start therapy because of the CONSTANT confusion and emotional trauma i endured with you.#YOU made me cry all the time at work.#YOU gave me chest pains and difficulty breathing. just seeing YOUR DAMN NAME on my phone gave me panic attacks#YOU did so much FUCKED UP SHIT to me and you NEVER ACCEPTED ANY REALITY BUT ME HURTING YOU ON PURPOSE#you literally tell me 24/7 i dont care about you and i would drop THOUSANDS of dollars on you#AND FUCKIN WATCH UR SHOWS 3 TIMES IN A ROW#AND CALL AND TEXT U EVERY NIGHT. SIT AND HELP YOU PREP FOR JOB INTERVIEWS.#I DREW UR DAMN OC SO OFTEN HE PRACTICALLY BECAME MY MOST DRAWN CHARACTER#I DID SO MUCH TO SHOW U I CARED. BE IT GIFTS. MONEY. BE IT TIME. BE IT HELPING IN#UR VTUBING CAREER U WANTED TO START.#BE IT SPENDING NIGHTS SOMETIMES TILL 6AM JUST MAKING SURE YOU'RE OKAY.#I JUST. DID. SO. FUCKING. MUCH. IT WAS NEVER ENOUGH FOR YOU. I HOPE YOU DIE. SUFFER. BURN IN HELL.#I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. I WILL NEVER STOP HATING YOU.#I GAVE YOU SO MUCH. I WAS HAPPY TO TOO. WHAT A FOOL I WAS. NOTHING I DID WAS EVER ENOUGH. YOU ALWAYS HAD TO FUCKIN COMPARE#OR GET JEALOUS WHEN I SPENT ONE SECOND WITH ANYONE ELSE#U NEEDED TO GRILL ME FOR EVERYTHING#ASK WHO I WAS WITH#NEEDED TO KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING JUST IN CASE IT WAS SOMEONE YOU DIDNT LIKE#UR FUCKIN ABSURD. UR INSANE. ROT IN HELL. FUCKIN GET TORN APART DOWN THERE. I HOPE YOU SUFFER. I WANT TO WATCH. I WILL LAUGH.
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Ur gonna hafta rip drawing my ocs in fashionable designs from my cold hands, even if theyre cishet
#and you will NOt imprint queerness on the cishet ones#bc its not exactly breaking the binary of you to assume a male cishet character wearing more fashionable clothing is someone#who doesnt actually want to be a cishet male#damn im sorry i like FASHION. and DRAWING COOL AND FUN CLOTHING.#god forbid ig#damn im sorry i dont wanna resign my characters to life of boring clothes just bc i dont like them or just bc theyre cishet#IM CAPABLE OF ADMITTING WHEN MY ENEMY HAS SWAG OK#yall are gonna poop ur pants when u see my other villains bc they also look p spiffy#yall are gonna poop ur pants also when u see the main characters walkin around w different styles on#bc this aint no 'main character wears the same clothes all the time' shit!#srsly if you see how i dress in real life. you cant act srurpsied that my ocs also walk around with a lil flair.#im walkin around wearing all kinds of bright colors and these flowy chiffon cardigan things ok#im walking around wearing cowboy boot heals and a seethrough green snake skin shirt ok#tell me i cant make my villains dress spiffy.#got my rings got my chains better move out the way#snake (self insert) LITERALLY has been a drag queen before ok. i have the drawings of him.#dont tell me that anyone out matches my queerness in my comic *flips hair*#anyways. writing this bc someone liked an old post of mine where i was ranting about how amab ppl wearing fem clothes doesnt make them#an egg. which devolved into me ranting about how i anticipate ppl thinking zero is queer coded bc i dress him up all stylish-like#but truly what makes me angry. is if i was amab. yall would call me an egg. and thats my issue. i feel like yall think i dont actually#want to be a man sometimes. like id totally go around as a drag queen and wearing more flamboyant clothes if i was amab#and i dont like how yall would assert that im an egg or something. and if i dont agree then im bad ig. bc yall act like non binary amab ppl#are predatory for some reason. yall REALLY gotta get it out of your head that fem ppl are somehow less likely to be predatory.#please dont mame the same mistake i did lmao#id 100% identify as a gnc nb man. and nothing else c: and yall would have to accept it or die dhsjskks#but fr. if not calling myself a woman bars me from support then yall are bad people.
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đâËâč bbydaddy!yoongi (7) âđâËâč
series m.list // taglist
note: yoongi and oc have the what r we talk,, have a few awh moments,, and r jus so cute... anyways,, my apologies as i'll be fixing my taglist next week ,, too busy n just trying to push out content lol !!! also PLEASE BE SURE TO LEAVE UR @ IN THE COMMENT BOX FOR SPECIFIC FIC TAGLIST STUFF (in the taglist form)
EDIT: mochi < injeolmi
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as yoongi stands outside your door with a plastic bag swinging in one handâall he can really think about is how amused he is from the 2AM craving text.
he takes a breath, raises his hand to knock, but the door opens before he can and there you stand with puffy cheeks streaked with the telltale signs of crying.Â
his smile drops instantly.
âhey,â yoongiâs voice softens, concern etching into his features. â___, what happened? w-why are you crying?â
you try to muster a smile but fail. your lips tremble as you glance at the bag in his hand. letting out a shaky laugh, you wipe your face and take a deep breath in.Â
âi donât even really want pickles and peanut butter,â you admit. âi just⊠itâs⊠this isnât about a pregnancy craving, yoongi.âÂ
yoongiâs brows knit together and he steps forward. closing the space between you two, suddenly you feel a rush of guilt.Â
âokay, then what is it about?â his voice is gentle. he places the bag on the floor so he can rest a hand on your arm, grounding and reassuring. "everything okay? you okay?"
you looks up at him, eyes glassy and full of a vulnerability.Â
âi justâŠâ you take another breath, steadying yourself. âi didnât know how to tell you i wanted you here. just you. no excuses, no weird cravings.â
yoongiâs eyes widen, confusion and something else flashing across his face.
âwaitâyou couldâve just asked me to come over. i wouldâve dropped everything to be here. you know that, right?â
a tear slips down your cheek. shaking your head, a sad smile forms.Â
âyeah. weâre friends, yoongi, but weâre not friends.â you say, emphasizing the word. a pang of bitterness lingers. âweâre not close like that. i guess iâm just freaking out because as much as i want thisâfuck, i want this so bad⊠iâm upset that iâm having a baby with someone i canât even ask to come over without making up an excuse. does that make sense?â
yoongiâs heart clenches.Â
heâs struck speechless for a moment. then he sighs and runs his hand through his hair.Â
âi get it,â he says quietly. his hand still rests on your arm. he squeezes it lightly. âcan i come in? letâs talk about this please.â
you nod and move aside for him.Â
yoongi steps into your apartment, closing the door softly behind him.
he heads to the kitchen, methodically placing the jars of pickles and peanut butter on the counter. his movements are slower than usual as the weight of the moment settles in.Â
when he turns, he watches you retreat toward your bedroom and for a secondâconfusion prickles at the back of his mind.Â
why arenât we sitting in the living room? he wonders.Â
heâs never been inside your bedroom before.Â
⊠but he follows you anyway, trailing behind you like a shadow.
the room feels more intimate than he expected.
the walls holding a quiet familiarity, but also the tension of something unspoken. you two stand there for a beat, the silence stretching until you blurt out;
âs-sorry. uh, the couch makes my back hurt if i sit there too long. iâm more comfortable in here. is that okay?âÂ
yoongi takes in your words, a small pang of concern for her comfort, and nods, his usual nonchalance cracking just a bit.Â
then, you both settle on the bed.
the awkwardness between you two is palpable. yoongi braces himself for the conversation they both know is coming, hoping the closeness will bridge the distance theyâve been struggling to cross.
âare you regretting this?â you ask, voice quiet and afraid.Â
yoongi shakes his head instantly.Â
âno. iâm not,â he answers. âare you?â
you also shake your head.Â
âno⊠but, i do wish i thought it through more.âÂ
he titls his head. âspecifically about what? about me?â
you bite bottom lip, trying to find the words to explain how you feel about him. how you feel about everything between you twoâŠ
and itâs hard.
itâs difficult because you never had to think twice about yoongi and your friendship.
friends.Â
until sometimes, when you two are alone.. itâs friends.Â
âletâs be honest,â yoongi begins, cutting your thoughts short. âweâve always had this weird⊠in-between thing. but if you need me, you donât have to make excuses. iâm already here, aren't i? and iâm committed to the babyâour baby. to you, even⊠so, tell me where your headspace is at. iâll match it. iâll place myself in between where you need me and where i want to be for you. you just have to tell me what you want, ___.â
you look at him, eyes searching his for something⊠then, yoongi continues, his voice sincere and steady.
âweâre about to have a child together, yeah, but more than that⊠i care about you. always have. so, please donât think that you have to put up walls or hide what you need from me, okay? i want to see through it. i want to see through you.â
you take a breath, relief washing over her as you nod.Â
âokay.âÂ
and in that small word, a bridge starts to form between themâsomething real and raw and hopeful.
you and yoongi have never been close.Â
there has never been a moment where you were in trouble and thought to yourself; shit i need yoongiâs help.
no.Â
there was always hyemi, nam joon, jin, hoseok, jimin, taehyung and jungkook before yoongi. not that you liked him the leastâif anything; considering the current happeningsâmaybe you like him the most. but besides that, you two are truly just decent friends.Â
everyone in the friendgroup is.Â
you laugh at the same jokes, make fun of nam joon when he says something ridiculous, and have each otherâs backs when neededâbut thatâs it.Â
or at least it should be.
again, until youâre alone together... then, itâs different.Â
thereâs this undercurrent.
something unspoken that takes all makes it hard to breathe. itâs the way he leans in when heâs talking to you. itâs the subtle touches he probably doesnât think about⊠all these vague flirting moments leave you second-guessing⊠but you know what is it. you know who he is.Â
and thatâs whatâs confusing.Â
in the midst of this in-betweenâyou donât know how to word what he makes you feel.Â
safe?
nervous?
loved?
and now with the baby; it should be more complicated. everything in your life feels more complicated but somehow; what you areâor what you arenâtâhasnât changed at all.Â
youâre still friends.
friends.Â
âcan we talk about this?â you speak out. âlike first⊠what are we?â
yoongiâs eyes widen.Â
he wasnât ready for this question, but he also doesnât hate it. heâs been wanting to know too. heâs been thinking about it too.Â
âwhat do you want us to be?âÂ
you gulp, not knowing if heâll like the answer youâre about to give.Â
âfriends,â you tell him. âis that ridiculous?â
yoongi shrugs. âonly if you make it to be.â
âitâs just⊠i feel like i need to get to know you more. i didnât even save your number in my phone until last year. weâve been friends for over 3 years, yoongi⊠also, i donât know your favourite colour. i donât know your birthdate because i always confuse it with hobiâs⊠yours is in february, right?â
âmarch.â
you throw your head back, letting out a sharp and loud hiss.Â
âfuckâs-see what i mean?â you take a breath and regulate. then, you reach for his hand and squeeze it. âiâm sorry. weâve been decent friends but truth be told sometimes i feel like a stranger to you. i didnât think this throughââ
âitâs fine,â yoongi says, patting your back. âweâre not complete strangers. you know things about me, ___. donât act like you donât just because youâre scared. and, you know what? we can get to know each other more as the pregnancy goes on. besides, once the baby comes outâyouâre stuck with me for life. i mean, itâs our baby.â
your lips curve into a small smile.Â
âis our baby gonna have two cribs?â you blurt. âhyemi made a passing comment and for some reason i keep picturing it. two cribs.. two sets of clothes.. two homes.. two car seatsââ
âone then,â yoongi simplifies it for you. âmove in with me or i move in with you.â
you blink at him.Â
â...hear me out,â yoongi says, voice calm but his eyes serious, holding yours as if heâs trying to make sure every word sticks. âwe already spend so much time togetherâin our friendgroup setting at least⊠and i know it wonât be perfect. weâll annoy each other, iâm sure, but itâll be easier. for both of us. we wonât have to juggle back and forth or worry about where the baby should be or whose place has what.â
you swallow.Â
the image of two cribs still lingering in your mind, mixing with the new picture heâs paintingâone home, one set of everything, a shared life that feels both thrilling and terrifying.Â
âyoongiâŠâ you start, your voice wavering. âitâs not just about convenience. moving in together means⊠a lot. and what if we make things harder? what if it complicates everything more than it should?â
he nods, understanding the hesitation even as he inches a little closer, his presence grounding you.Â
âi get that,â he says. âbut weâve already made things complicated, havenât we?â his lips curve into a small, almost hopeful smile. âthis way, at least, weâll be complicated together. and if it doesnât work, weâll figure it out, for the babyâs sake. we owe it to themâand to ourselvesâto at least try.â
you want to say yes.
to fall into this idea of a shared space, of yoongi always being just a few steps away, but the weight of uncertainty keeps you frozen.Â
âi donât know,â you murmur, dropping your gaze to your hands. âitâs a big step⊠and iâm scared of what it could mean⊠for us.â
yoongi reaches over, his fingers brushing lightly against yours.Â
âiâm scared too,â he admits softly. âbut iâd rather try and fail than not try at all. just⊠think about it, okay? no pressure. maybe a timer though. baby is coming soon.â
you finally look up, meeting his eyes, the sincerity there chipping away at your worries. a small, reluctant smile tugs at your lips.Â
âhahaha⊠okay. yeah, iâll think about it,â you promise, and the room feels a little lighter, hope lingering between you both. "... what if we buy baby things and leave it at yours? i think... i do want to move in with you. i think your points make sense and honestly? i've been thinking about us a lot... let's just do it slowly, okay?"
yoongi leans back slightly, studying your expression before he continues.Â
âokay, if weâre doing this, I want to do it right,â he says, the seriousness of his tone making you focus. âsince we're confessing.. truth be told, iâve been struggling with this entire thing too. ___, i donât want to be the dad who just shows up when itâs convenient or only takes half the responsibility. until we figure out the whole moving-in thing⊠i need you to keep me in the loop. not even the loopâin it. everything, okay? every appointment, every little thing the doctor says. even if itâs something silly, like craving pickles at 2 in the morning, call me. i want to be here. i meant it when i said i need you to figure out how to need me.âÂ
you nod slowly, his words settling into your chest. the way heâs looking at youâitâs like heâs already preparing himself for every moment he might miss if you donât.
âand i'm serious about appointments,â yoongi adds, his voice softening just a little, the corners of his lips turning up in a small smile. âi want to know every detail. hear the heartbeat, see the ultrasounds, even if it means i have to reschedule work. screw it, honestly. you and baby are my priority⊠iâm gonna do everything to make you know that you deserve to feel like weâre doing this together.â
a lump forms in your throat, and you swallow, feeling the weight of his commitment.Â
âyou really mean that,â you say quietly, more to yourself than him. âyoongiâŠâ
âof course, i do.â he pauses, his eyes holding yours with that steady, unwavering calm. âwe might not be close, but this baby deserves two parents who are trying their best. and maybeâŠâ he hesitates, his voice dropping lower. âmaybe this will help us become more than just friends who share stolen glances. more than whatever weird, in-between thing we have.â
a beat.
âshit, do we have to talk about that now?â
he laughs.Â
âno,â he shrugs. âiâm not in a rush. iâm cool with taking things slow. i have a lifetime with you anyway. also have a feeling you'll be moved in with me in a week or two.â
you roll your eyes and he chuckles.
then, youâre silent for a moment, processing the vulnerability heâs showing, the way heâs extending himself for both you and the baby.Â
âokay,â you finally say. âiâll call more. iâll update you on everything. breakfast and prenatals and all.â
yoongi snickers at you. â... and when weâre finally living together⊠weâll figure out a routine that works for both of us. weâll make it as easy as possible⊠for all three of us.â
before you know it, you launch yourself at him.
you wrap your arms around his neck and he wraps his around your torso, returning the hug without hesitations. for a moment, it feels safe, like heâs anchoring you to something solid amidst all the uncertainty.
when you pull away, you glance up at him, nerves tightening in your chest.Â
âcan you⊠stay the night?â you ask, your voice softer than you mean it to be. âi guess thatâs what i meant with the pickles and peanut butter.â
yoongi snorts at you.Â
âi knew it.â
he earns a hit to his chest, but he takes it like a champ. even though heâs teasing you, thereâs something so reassuring in the way he says it.Â
âi'm already in my pajamas... iâll just use the bathroom real quick. be right back.â
as yoongi makes his way to the bathroom, he flicks on the light and notices the little details of your life scattered around the sink. toothpaste, skincare products, andâŠ
a blue toothbrush placed neatly next to yours.Â
his heart stumbles at the sight, realization washing over him.Â
itâs for him.Â
you had thought about him even in the smallest of ways, planning for him to be here.
what the fuck is his heart supposed to do with this?
it tugs.
it skips a beat.
it races.
it falls for you a little more.
when he returns to your bedroom, he finds you already lying in bed, looking smaller and more vulnerable under the soft glow of the bedside lamp. he hesitates, unsure of how to fit into this space with you. the silence stretches awkwardly between you both as he slips under the covers.
neither of you knows quite how to lie together.Â
you both fidget, trying not to make it more awkward, until you shift uncomfortably, a small wince escaping your lips.Â
âugh,â you mumble, âmy back hurts.â
yoongi is at your side instantly. his nonchalant demeanor slipping away as he sits up.Â
âhere, let me help,â he murmurs, carefully guiding you to reposition. his hands are gentle but firm as he encourages you to lie partially against him, your body leaning into his. he wraps his arms around your belly, cradling you and the baby, and nuzzles his face into the curve of your neck. the warmth of his breath sends a small shiver down your spine, but it melts away as you sink into his embrace.
you both stay still, letting the comfort settle in. slowly, the awkwardness ebbs, replaced by a sense of calm as you relax against him.
just as youâre on the edge of sleep, you murmur something faintly.Â
âyoongi?â
âmhmm?
âinjeolmi...â you whisper.
yoongi stirs, confused.Â
âhuh?â he whispers back, trying not to disturb you too much. âare you craving injeolmi? iâll get you some tomorrowââ
you smile sleepily, eyes already closed.Â
âno.. our baby looks like injeolmi,â you explain, your words trailing off into drowsiness. âthe ultrasound⊠injeolmi. letâs call our baby injeolmi for now.â
yoongi heart squeezes at the endearing name, a small smile tugging at his lips.Â
âinjeolmi,â he repeats, pressing a soft kiss into your hair. âokay. baby injeolmi it is.â
wrapped in each otherâs warmth, you both drift off, with yoongi holding you close. all he thinks about before falling asleep is;
baby injeolmi, you are so loved.
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omg heyy i love ur work so much rlly sad to see the emily fics are gone but itâs completely understandable and reasonable đ ANYWAYSS could u pleaseee write angst for paige? đ SUPAAA ANGSTYYYYY LIKE GUT WRENCHINGGG đđ
Insecure (Paige Bueckers x OC)
paige is high key toxic in this one, thereâs some pushing and stuff but super freaky angsty so enjoy!
i think iâve found my niche for argument scenes LMAO
give feedback if youâd likeđ«¶đŸ
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The noise of the party buzzes around you, but your focus narrows to Paige and the girl she's been talking to for far too long. You've been standing with friends, trying to enjoy yourself, but your eyes keep drifting back to them. Paigeâs arm is around her neck, theyâre falling all over each other, laughing and giggling in their own little worldâit's all too much.Â
Your last straw is seeing Paigeâs arm drift from her neck to her exposed waist, making eye contact as if they were about to kiss and the sight makes your blood boil.
You finally walk over, your steps purposeful. Paige sees you approaching and gives a tight smile, but you can tell by the way her eyes flicker that she's nervous. The girl she's been talking to looks between the two of you, sensing the tension.
"Hey," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "Can we talk?"
Paige sighs, her attitude making a 180 as sheâs clearly annoyed. "Can it wait, J? I'm in the middle of a conversation."
"No, it can't," you reply firmly, your patience wearing thin.
The girl excuses herself awkwardly, and you and Paige are left standing there, the party continuing around you as if nothing's wrong. You lead her to a quieter corner, away from prying eyes and ears.
"What the hell was that?" you demand, unable to hold back any longer.
"What are you talking about?" Paige replies, crossing her arms defensively.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. You've been flirting with her all night. Do you think I'm stupid?"
Paige rolls her eyes. "Oh, come on, Jada. You're overreacting. I was just being friendly."
"Friendly? Is that what you call it? Because it looked like you were trying to fuck another girl in front of me."
She scoffs. "It was literally nothing. Why do you always have to make everything a big deal?"
Your heart aches at her dismissive tone, but you press on. "Because it is a big deal, Paige. You can't just act like that and expect me to be okay with it."
She shakes her head, looking away. "I'm so tired of this shit, Jada. Why do you always insist on assuming the worst ."
"And I'm tired of you not caring about my feelings," you shoot back.Â
Paige's jaw tightens. "I can't keep doing this with you. Every time I turn around, it's like you're waiting for me to mess up. Maybe if you trusted me, we wouldn't have these problems."
"Trust you? How can I trust you when you keep giving me reasons not to?"
"Because I'm Paige Bueckers!" she snaps, her voice rising. "Everyone wants to talk to me, be around me. You fucking knew that when you got with me. Why can't you just deal with it?"
You flinch at her words, the sting of them cutting deep. "So, what? I'm just supposed to accept that you'll flirt with other girls and not say anything? Is that what you're saying?"
"I'm saying you need to chill out. Not everything is a threat to our relationship."
"Then why does it feel like it is?" you ask, your voice breaking. "Why does it feel like you're pushing me away?"
She falls silent, her eyes cold and distant. "Maybe you're just too insecure to handle being with someone like me."
The finality of her words hits you like a punch to the gut. You blink back tears, the weight of her indifference crushing you. "Maybe you're just too selfish to be with someone like me," you whisper, turning away before she can see you cry.
The ride home is silent, the tension between you suffocating. When you finally step inside your apartment, the argument continues, the words now even sharper, more venomous.
"You know what your problem is?" Paige yells, slamming the door behind her. "You don't know how to let shit go. You cling to every little thing, make it bigger than it is."
"And you know what your problem is?" you counter, your voice shaking with anger. "You don't know how to care about anyone but yourself."
She laughs bitterly. "This coming from the girl who can't go five minutes without needing reassurance? Grow up, Jada."
Your vision blurs with tears, but you refuse to let them fall. "And you need to learn what it means to actually love someone, not just fuck  them until you're bored."
The room falls into a heavy silence, the weight of your words hanging in the air. Paige looks at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and something you can't quite place.
The silence only enrages you further and you finally snap. "You know what? Get out.â
Paigeâs eyes widen in disbelief, her expression flashing from anger to shock. âExcuse me?â
âYou heard me,â you say, your voice trembling with pent-up frustration. âGet out. I canât do this anymore.â
She steps closer, her face inches from yours, the intensity of her gaze cutting through you. âYou canât just kick me out, Jada. This is my place too.â
âNot anymore,â you reply, your voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside you. âI canât keep pretending everything is okay when itâs not.â
Paigeâs jaw clenches, her hands curling into fists at her sides. âFine. Maybe I will go. Clearly, you donât appreciate anything I do.â
âDonât turn this around on me,â you shoot back, your chest heaving with emotion. âYou know damn well what you did tonight.â
âYeah, and you know damn well I didnât do anything wrong,â she retorts, her voice rising. âYouâre just so fucking insecure, you canât handle seeing me talk to anyone else.â
The accusation hits you like a slap in the face. âIâm insecure? Look at yourself, Paige. You canât go five minutes without flirting with someone else.â
âOh, so now itâs my fault?â she scoffs, stepping closer until her breath mingles with yours. âMaybe if you were more fun, I wouldnât have to look elsewhere.â
Youâve had enough. The anger boils over, and before you know it, youâre shoving her away from you. Paige stumbles back, catching herself against the wall, her eyes blazing with fury.
âDonât fucking touch me, bro!â she shouts, pushing herself off the wall and getting right back in your face.
âOr what?â you challenge, your voice trembling with a mix of rage and hurt. âYou gonna hit me? You gonna flirt with another girl to punish me?â
Paigeâs expression darkens, her hands curling into fists again. âYouâre so fucking impossible, Jada. I canât deal with this shit anymore.â
âThen leave!â you yell, tears streaming down your cheeks now. âJust leave!â
She storms past you, grabbing her keys and slamming the door behind her with a force that rattles the walls. The sound echoes in the empty apartment, leaving you standing there, shaking with anger and heartache.
Alone in the silence that follows, you collapse onto the couch, your sobs echoing in the empty room.Â
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the language of flowers
gojo satoru x reader (royalty au)
âĄâAll your life, you have been training for the role of Empress... But nothing could have prepared you to be Satoru's wife.
word countâĄâ 4.7k (I came back swinging y'all)
genreâĄâ fluff, royalty au
aged up charactersâĄâ 18+
content notesâĄâ arranged marriage, romance, crown prince (maybe ooc) gojo, flowers, no use of y/n, afab!reader, ur a princess we're all princesses, minor chara oc's, mentions of my other au's, reader's father is a jerk, reader is tough but falls hard, not fully proofread
author's noteâĄâ this took a while! september was ridiculously busy for me but I did my best with this to compensate! this is also very self indulgent, but I hope you enjoy it! xoxo, belle
As a child, you found out of your engagement to the Crown Prince by accident.
On a chilly winter's evening, you had been chasing the Royal Secretary's cat around the palace. Your father, the King, would frown upon you playing games at this hour. You should be writing essays, learning dance or banquet etiquette.
But all that can wait, you think. You've just spotted the end of a fluffy tail dart around the next corner.
When you catch up to it, the orange tabby is curiously peering into a roomâwhose grand double doors are slightly ajar. Eyes widening, you quicken your steps but make sure to minimize any sound. The last thing you needed was to be spotted skirting your duties right in front of the King's study.
You let out a huff of relief once you've gently picked up the cat, your arms hugging it to your chest.
Just as you're about to sneak away, however, you hear your name.
From the gap in the door, streams of golden light pour out; contrasting with the darkness of the hallway. The silhouettes of your father and his Secretary leave shadowed patterns on the floor.
You listen, as these silhouettes plan your future without you.
âHa!â The King bellows. âMy daughter. Empress. I never thought I'd see the day.â
Your heart stutters. What?
âWhen will you inform her, Your Majesty?â
The shadow on the painted tiles waves a hand dismissively as your father does.
âI'll leave that to you, Montgomery. Tell her that she should be honored.â
Heavy footsteps sound as he paces. âIt was concerning to have a daughter as a firstborn. I knew she couldn't be made to rule what I've built, but I'll finally have a steady pawn in The Empire once she's sent away.â
Pain shoots into you. Your eyes begin to sting. You had always known your brother was the favorite despite all the hard work you've put in, but to be spoken of as a pawn... Could it be that you have not worked hard enough?
You suddenly remember where you are. Remember how slacking off brought you here. Heartbroken, you hug the cat tighter.
The words your father speak as you walk away deepens the dagger in your chest.
âDo not settle for anything less than perfect for her coursework. She's to be Empress, after all.â
On that chilly winter's evening, your heart froze over like the snow-covered branches looming outside.
...
Several years later.
The carriage goes over a bump in the road, but you do not show discomfort or act without grace. Your expression is controlled and your posture is correct as you balance yourself.
Across from you, Secretary Mont holds a newspaper up, the front page faces you as he reads. Large bold letters take up the entire upper half of the paper:
âCITIZENS QUESTION IF EMPRESS-TO-BE IS WORTHY OF THE CROWN PRINCEâ
You scoff. It makes Mont meet your gaze over the paper before flipping it; he frowns disapprovingly at the front-most article.
âDo not mind them, Your Highness.â He folds the paper and sets it asideâas if it would help prove his point. âThe people are not used to your presence yet, but they will be. They will see how you are the perfect choice for Empress.â
The Princess is power hungry, someone who was interviewed had said. You wanted the Empire for yourself, apparently.
Jealous. Vain. Possessive. Dramatic.
Shifting your gaze to the window, you contemplate what you had done to garner such a negative image. Could you have done anything differently?
Your father's face appears in your mind's eye. That same ever-present scowl on his face as he says you should do better. You should be grateful. You should be nothing less than what you've been preparing all these years for. Everything must be perfect.
The Imperial Palace comes into view. It stands high and grand, shining under the bright midday sun. The cloudless blue sky above it makes the scene picturesque.
After the wedding in four months, it is to be your new home.
The Imperial Princess, your betrothed's younger sister, greets you when you arrive. You curtsy to each other, and she surprises you by reaching out to take your hands in hers. She gives them a firm yet friendly squeeze.
âI'm pleased to welcome you, my sister-to-be.â She beams, and you return the look with your own small, composed smile.
âI am honored to be here. Thank you for taking the time to receive me personally.â You gently lower your hands, letting her go.
She leads you inside, passing lines of palace staff as you enter.
âCongratulations on your own engagement, by the way.â You say honestly. After assessing her for a moment, you carefully remark, âI hear you and Prince Toge are quite happy.â
âWe are.â She nods, smile glowing even more at the mention of her beloved. âPlease allow me to say that I hope you and my brother find your own happiness, despite the âpolitical arrangementâ of it all.â
âI thank you for your well-wishes.â
âWould you like an escort to your chambers?â The Princess offers once you reach a grand curving staircase.
âIf you have other duties, I will not keep you.â You give her a bow, the ends of your dress brushing the polished marble flooring.
âVery well.â She nods. âA servant will inform you when dinner is ready.â
Gathering your skirt, you make your way up the steps to the east wing, where the guest chambers are.
Your eyes find the path to the west wing, where the royal families' rooms can be found. Soon enough, you would be heading there instead of east. Hopefully, the Prince will be amicable to live with.
The chambers reserved for you are exactly how you remember them. It's spotless and feels homey despite you only visiting a few times a year.
This is the only place you can be truly alone. Your father, try as he might, has no power here.
You step towards the balcony, opening the glass doors that lead outside. The wind caresses your skin like a soft kiss to your cheek, and you take a deep breath to savor it.
Four months.
That's all you have left. Four months of freedom here.
Another breeze passes. It carries with it a tiny dandelion wisp. Catching it almost feels like holding onto air, and yet it is there between your fingers. Small and weighing nothing, but there nonetheless.
For such a small thing, it strengthens your resolve.
You're not here for freedom. You're here to be Empress. And that's all that matters. You will not let anything get under your skin and interfere with your responsibilities.
...
So you said, only to find yourself in a very unexpected situation.
Dinner was uneventful, your only gripe was that your betrothed was not present. You had hoped to show everyone that you got along well... Even if you've only really spoken a handful of times.
However, once you returned to your chambers, you spot the balcony door open once more. Beyond it, looking out at the view of the city, was the Crown Prince himself.
You try not to let your unpreparedness get to you. Bowing respectfully, you greet him. âGood evening, Your Highness. May I ask what brings you here?â
The Prince turns to you, crossing one ankle over the other as he casually leans on the balcony.
âThere you are.â Satoru says, his head tilting as he observes you.
You eye him warily, trying to decipher his intentions. If he wanted to see you, he could have simply shown up to dinner. âWhat are you doing?â
He steps forward. You step back. âIs it a crime to want time alone with myââ
Sighing, you should have expected him to want more time with the futureâ
ââwife?â
The word knocks the wind out of you.
Of all the names you have been called, âwifeâ is a new addition to the list.
You are your parents' daughter, your country's princess, and are to be the Empire's most powerful woman.
And yet, to one person... to Satoru, you are to be his wife.
It's almost strange to think about. Your earliest memory of your betrothed is back when he was small and scrawny. It was difficult to take him seriously back then.
Now, something has changed in him. Or it could also be that he's always been like this, and this is a side to him he doesn't show to others that often.
Satoru watches you process the word, seeming to have something to say, but decides against it. You half expected him to tease you for being flabbergasted, but he patiently waits for you to speak first.
âWhy are you here at this hour?â
He grins, eyes bringing shame to those distant stars hanging in the sky behind him.
âI didn't want our first meeting in ages to have so many spectators." Satoru explains. âIf I had shown up earlier, the scribes would have taken note of how many times I blinked or how fast I chewed."
His jesting does not put you at ease at all. âI have a feeling you have something to say that should not be recorded or overheard.â
âThat's true. However,â Satoru says pointedly, âThe hour is far too late for all that I wish to say, so I will simply bid you goodnight with this...â
Out of nowhere, he pulls out a red flower with curling petals.
You keep your eyes on his as you reach for the flower's stem. Satoru watches you back, smiling softly. He's backing away before you can thank him, but he doesn't look like he minds. He seems to be happy you didn't reject it.
âGoodnight, my dear.â He bows, and makes his exit.
...Through the balcony. Again.
You step out and try to find where he disappeared to, but he's gone.
The moonlight out here allows you to get a better look at the flower. How curious. Usually, people in the Empire give roses, don't they?
The red carnation twirls between your fingers, and you think of how much more grand and tangible it is compared to the dandelion wisp that found you before dinner.
...
Carnations mean many different things, according to this book on the language of flowers you picked up. It all depends on the color.
Pink carnations symbolize fondness and remembrance. Some also consider it to mean not being able to forget someone.
White carnations mean purity, good luck, and new beginnings. It's a common way of wishing someone safe travels.
Yellow carnations have varying meanings. Sometimes, they are used for apologies. But most often they are given to express disdain, symbolizing a hopeless state of mind. You stare at the illustration next to the passage. The yellow watercolor is so bright and vibrant, it makes you wonder what it did to deserve such sad connotations.
Setting the book down for a moment, you rest your eyes by scanning the library. Countless shelves with even more countless books. A golden candlestick here. A priceless painting there. A stack of yesterday's newspaper lying a few tables away.
Something unpleasant settles in your chest. You ignore it and resume reading.
Naturally, as is the case for most red flowers, the red carnation means love. True, passionate love and affection.
You shut the book softly, tracing the embossed petals on the cover while thinking of the red carnation sitting on your bedside table.
Things could have gone worse, you suppose. At least Satoru didn't give you a striped carnation, which has no other meaning than rejection.
Secretary Mont enters the library before you could dwell more on that thought. He's arrived with several palace staff for additional wedding plans.
âYour Highness,â Only Mont greets you, but they all bow in unison.
You nod, and gesture to the table. âBe seated. Let's begin with the urgent concerns first.â
Apparently, the most urgent problem was that Satoru had not approved any of the table dressing color schemes. When you review the options, you think you can assume why. There can only be so many shades of white and cream and pearl.
âWhat shall we do, Your Highness?â One of the butlers ask.
âGive me a few samples, I'll talk to the Crown Prince myself.â
You almost regret saying that, because once you did, several staff began tripping over themselves, requesting you bring up other preparations with Satoru.
Secretary Mont asks if he should schedule an appointment with your betrothed, but you decline. Something tells you that he will show up again tonight.
And so, here you were after dinner in your chambers. A box of wedding planning materials rests next to you on the bed. You left the balcony doors open this time, and he shows up just as you predicted.
âAw, were you expecting me?â He's smiling at you as he approaches, but it falters once he sees the box.
He lets out a loud breath before settling on your bed too, the box sits between you. âAlright, let's do this.â
âStart with these.â You hand him some fabric swatches, he looks at them in disdain.
âPearl, then.â He says, barely even looking through all the options.
âDon't decide hastily.â You can't help but reprimand. âIt's not just the color you have to consider, but the material as well.â
Satoru blinks, but presses his fingers to feel the texture of the fabric at your suggestion. âIs pearl not good then?â
âIt's pretty, but it's too shiny.â You explain. âThe sheen doesn't make it soft or comfortable to use.â
âAh.â He breathes out, understanding what you mean.
You tell yourself your heart doesn't beat louder when he picks the one you had your eye on. Satoru holds the sample fabric up, the label attached reads âSnowâ.
A clean, classic sort of white. Soft to the touch, almost fluffy. You don't have to tell him that you agree, he can already guess from the way you glance at him.
He doesn't need to know that your eyes strayed to his hair. Soft. Fluffy.
Clearing your throat, you change the subject by bringing out some tableware samples. âShall we discuss these, next?â
An hour and thirty kinds of invitation cards later, a short break is due. You're writing down your decisions when Satoru calls your name.
You've moved to your desk by now, since your bed has become some sort of wedding moodboard. Something clinking together reaches your ears, and you turn to find that Satoru had tea brought up. He pours you a cup and carefully hands it to you.
âThank you.â You respond gratefully, taking a sip before turning back to the lists in front of you.
âAren't you tired?â Satoru asks, reading your writing over your shoulder.
âThis is actually quite easy for me.â You admit. âWedding planning is unexpectedly... Pleasant.â
Satoru laughs softly. âYou're probably the only one in this palace who thinks it's pleasant to work with me.â
After a moment, he continues. âI suppose... That's a good thing, if we're to be wed.â
His words make you pause writing. You suddenly feel shy, warmth spreading on your cheeks. The kind you're sure isn't from the flame crackling in the fireplace.
How silly that you're becoming bashful after being engaged to him since you were children. The thundering of your heart can wait.
âI agree.â You respond, not turning to face him. You will not allow him to see you uncomposed like you did the previous night. âI wasn't sure what to expect from our marriage, but I would appreciate it if we were companionable.â
The rest of the evening proceeds smoothly, though you do notice Satoru becoming more silent as the night goes on.
The next day, you spot Satoru speaking to foreign delegates. Something is different in the way he carries himself in front of them. His posture is that of a proper Emperor, not a cheeky prince that sneaks into your room at night.
... It's probably best that no one finds out about that, lest a scandal breaks before you even get married.
When the delegates leave, you're about to approach and greet Satoru when he, unmistakably meets your eyes, then walks in the opposite direction.
You're left there, confused and perhaps even a little hurt. But you stone your expression and carry on as if nothing has happened. Your lessons taught you to be graceful, even in times you feel anything but.
By late afternoon, it's painfully obvious that Satoru is ignoring you. When he rushes through his lunch and gets up right when you take your seat, you try your best to look unaffected.
Hopefully, you're the only one who's noticed so far. If word reaches Secretary Mont, word will reach your father... That troubles you more than you can put to words.
Satoru doesn't show up for your scheduled wedding planning session with the rest of the staff. You're careful not to say that you'll speak with your betrothed, and thankfully no one mentions it even if it shows they wish you did. You're not even sure if he'll show up at your balcony tonight.
When the hour turns ten, the time he's usually here, he isn't. You sigh and can't help feeling a little disappointed.
Perhaps you said something wrong last night. Maybe you should apologize for something. Or he could just be busy, you tell yourself. You can't expect the Crown Prince to always have time to sneak away to you, can't you?
Something taps against the glass of the balcony doors. It breaks your train of thought, and causes your heart to leap just a bit.
But when you go to check, no one's there. You open the doors to find a single red carnation, just like the one he gave the first night.
You're only barely successful at hiding your relief. You reach for it and glance around once more, just to make sure if he left any other trace of him. There are none, but after you lock the doors and turn in for the night, two carnations in a glass vase calm you in a way you hadn't let yourself feel in a long time.
...
A maid knocks at your door a tad earlier than you're used to. When you ask about what's going on, she says she has to prepare you for the Crown Prince's departure.
âHe's leaving?â You ask as you rise from bed, already headed for the bathroom to clean up.
âYes, Your Highness.â She sifts through your wardrobe for your clothes. âHe is to go on a business trip to settle trade agreements.â
âHow long will he be gone for?â
âI cannot say for certain, Your Highness.â
Pausing in thought, you look to the balcony doors.
A rush of determination fills you as you ask the maid, âCould you prepare something for me?â
The head butler said that he could be gone for two or three weeks. Weeks before you see that face of his, which has a surprisingly forlorn expression on it.
âThank you for seeing me off.â Satoru acknowledges you with a smile, but his eyes reveal how tired and troubled he truly is.
You say nothing at first, silently taking steps closer to him. You could practically feel the air freeze over as everyone watching holds their breath. This is the closest the two of you have appeared in public.
You reveal a white carnation held in the hand you hid behind you. The stem is cut short, just enough so that it fits into the pocket on his coat.
âI will take care of things here while you're gone.â You assure him, taking a step back to admire how the white flower suits him.
Satoru seems to be at a loss for words, but his eyes regain their usual spark when he addresses you again. âIt seems I have nothing to worry about, then.â
You feel stares at your back as the carriage departs, but pay them no mind. You intend to keep your word and perform your duties while the prince is gone.
On your way to the library, you overhear the Imperial Princess and Sir Nanami speaking to each other.
They're in the next hallway, and you were just about to turn to it when you hear your name spoken. You press your back to the wall and listen.
âI'm glad Her Highness seems to have liked my brother.â The princess says. âAnd of course, I know Satoru would have been over the moon because of that flower.â
Sir Nanami hums. âHis concerns were nothing to be worried about after all.â
The princess laughs. âOh, what was it again that he said? That she friendzoned him?â
âIt was that she companion-zoned him.â
You huff quietly. So that's why Satoru had been ignoring you yesterday.
âI look forward to their blooming relationship. I'm sure Her Highness will come around.â Is the last you hear of their conversation as they continue on their way, their footsteps fading further into the hall.
Come around? To what?
A grandfather clock chimes to signal the change of the hour, and you realize you've dilly-dallied for long enough. The rest of your way to the library has no people whispering about you and your betrothed or the flower you sent him off with.
But you would be lying if you said you'd forgotten about what the princess said.
...
Ever since Satoru left, he's been writing you letters. He said his sister gave him the idea.
You've given up on replying on every letter he sends. It seems as though he writes to you daily, and you simply can't keep up. He insists on writing no matter how busy he gets.
His fifth letter is so short that it should be called a note:
âThe flowers here are lovely. I had a bookmark made for you.â
That same bookmark, a dried pink carnation, sits between the pages of the novel you're currently reading. It makes you consider pressing the red carnations Satoru had given you so that they're not just left to wilt.
You write back once a week. But what you lack in quantity of letters you make up with the number of pages you write, and you tell Satoru as such. There are many things you want to report, so you don't hold back on anything.
Well, perhaps you don't quite tell him that you can't fall asleep until you spot the moon through the balcony glass. Or that you think of him whenever you're not distracted enough.
In Satoru's fifteenth letter, he brings the unfortunate news that his return will be delayed. He will have been gone for four weeks before he comes home, and the journey back will take three days at the latest.
Unable to express your disappointment outright, you instead imply that he should make haste for the wedding preparations. That he shouldn't miss the food tasting or the floral arrangements.
âI trust my wife to make all the right decisions. Even if you don't, I'll consider them right anyway.â
There he goes again, calling you wife when you haven't married yet. It also dawns on you that Satoru has only ever called you by name, or addressed you as his wife. He's probably the only person who hasn't referred to you as Empress-to-be.
You're quickly learning that with Satoru, you're finding yourself again. It's rare for you to feel more than just a princess or Empress in training, but he makes it effortless with just a few words.
...
You begin counting down the days when Satoru writes that trade negotiations have finally concluded. He should be home in four days, and you can hardly wait to see his face again.
But of course, Satoru finds a way to bewilder you by arriving home early. In the middle of the night, no less. And naturally, through the balcony.
Wiping the sleep from your eyes, you try to decipher if his visage is a dream or a trick or the light. But when he laughs, and tells you he missed you dearly, you need no further proof.
Satoru clasps your hands with his, running his thumbs over your fingers and knuckles. Your eyes travel down to his boots, which are filthy with dirt and grass. His hair is ruffled and windswept.
âDid you,â The word settles on your tongue when you pause. â...Rush here on horseback?â You ask incredulously.
Satoru laughs again, and wraps his arms around you. âAre you complaining?â
You blink, and tentatively wrap your arms around his middle. âNo. I'm glad you're home.â
Satoru is so warm compared to the night air that surrounds you. You almost complain when he pulls back, but the serious look in his eye makes you keep your mouth shut.
He clears his throat and rubs your shoulders before taking your hands again. You're completely shocked when he sinks to one knee.
âI know that we're already engaged.â Satoru begins. âI know that we've been preparing for this for years, but I just wanted to ask you properly. Because you deserve it.â
He pulls out a ring, a diamond shines at its center.
âMarry me, and I shall spend every moment of my life proving my love for you.â
âYes. I will.â You respond, and he slips the ring onto your finger. How does he keep getting more and more lovely?
You place your hands on the sides of his face, pulling him up to you. You kiss him, and the air ignites like a spark brought to life.
It's tender, and careful, and carries all the things you wish to say to him. How you missed him. How you love the flowers he gives you. How excited you are to have him by your side for forever.
When you break apart, he seems surprised to find you reflecting his happiness back at him. He's about to speak, but not before he can resist the urge to kisses you again.
You smile into the kiss, but place a hand on his chest, pushing him to ask, âYou were about to say?â
â...I've always known I would treat you right when we got engaged. That was always a given.â Satoru cradles your face gently, making you feel like the most precious in the world to him. âYou were chosen because you're smart, and you worked harder than anyone else.â
â...But I saw you one day, when we were kids.â He speaks carefully. âYou were trying your best to impress your father, but not at all happy...â
âFrom then on, I decided to make it my mission to make you smile.â To prove his point, he places his thumbs at the corners of your mouth to drag them up playfully. You laugh and swat his hands away.
âA real smile, just like that! None of those diplomatic half-smiles you always throw out to please people. That won't work on me.â
âBefore you are the Empress, you are my wife. And I will love and treasure you as such.â
...
He says those same words at the wedding. You jest that he has no originality, but it brings you to tears just the same.
The wedding happens in the palace gardens, surrounded by countless beautiful flowers that dance and sway under the sun when the wind blows. Everything is, in every sense of the word, perfect.
For this moment, you are not the Empress. Not yet. The world can wait a day, you decide. Everything else can wait while you bask in the glowing warmth this man offers you.
As you leave the ceremony behind with your arms linked together, Satoru leans into your ear so you can hear him over the cheering crowd. âWhat are you thinking about?â
âNothing,â Petals shower you both on your way, and you can't help but smile. âJust that we're perfect together.â
Satoru laughs in agreement. âDamn right we are.â
Several staff are positioned at the exit of the gardens, ready to escort you both to the carriages that will take you through the Empire to greet your subjects... But something makes you pause at the end of the aisle.
You pluck a red carnation from one of the floral displays before turning to your husband. You tuck the flower into the chest pocket of his suit, snug in front of his pocket square.
When you glance up to see his reaction, he's already beaming at you, looking indescribably happy.
âI love you too.â He says, taking your hand and pressing the softest of kisses on top of your wedding ring.
When you sent him away back then, you remember thinking how the white carnation matched well with him. Looking at him now, however, the red flower over his heart seems to overflow with all the love and all the words that need not be spoken. You like this one much better.
He leans down to pluck another identical flower, and gently tucks it behind your ear.
Satisfied, he holds your hand tight, leading you to the rest of your lives with the assurance that he will never let go.
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based on milky way by seohyun
SYNOPSIS. âââââ Itâs not everyday that your friends childhood friend turns out to be the girl that you literally have a fan account for, but for Seonghwa, San and Mingi itâs become a reality. being able to get close to your bias is great! even if she does have a raging crush on someone elseâŠ
6mar23 | st. 09/03/23 â fn. 31/08/23
pairing. âââââ college students! fans! park seonghwa, choi san, song mingi x fem! idol! reader (x idol! oc)
featuring. âââââ ateez, kang seulgi (red velvet), fatou samba (black swan), park sujin aka swan (purple kiss), shin yuna (itzy), do hanse (former victon) oc, fem oc
genre. âââââ smau, written, humor/crack, fluff, angst, suggestive, love square, idol/college au, strangers to friends to lovers, really slow burn, pinning, secret identity
warnings. âââââ iâm not a native english speaker so my english might be a little off sometimes ! ! ! timestamps/sm numbers mean nothing, sexism/slutshaming, swearing, mentions of food/sex/serious topic, kys/kms and other questionable jokes, use of pictures for yn but only for reference (only of dark skin poc used), cyber bullying, ssngs, mental illness/anxiety, mentions of alcohol/drugs. small age gaps, more thorough warnings in the actual chapters, let me know if missed smth
notes. âââââ the taglist is closed, spam likes are fine but consider reblogging with comments of ur thoughts (not only on my work but on other authors work too!) credits to the rightful owners of all the graphics n music
PROFILES. âââââ SANRIO TRASH (STAR) á THE VIRGINITY CORNER (ATEEZ + YNS BBGS) á EXTRAS
PART 1. PRE TIME SKIP :
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CH 000. prologue: HONGJOONG HAS FRIENDS?!
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CH 001. CLONE FANTASY
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CH 002. THE JASPER TO MY SHERLOCK
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CH 003. SUS, VERY SUS
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CH 004. DONâT LEAVE ME TALL FUCK
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CH 005. EDIBLE SCENTED CANDLE
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CH 006. MY LITTLE MEOW MEOW
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CH 007. ONE OF THE GIRLIES
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CH 008. SHES SO PRECIOUS!!
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CH 009. IS YN OKAY?
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CH 010. NO FANBOYING
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CH 011. INTRODUCTIONS: PART I
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CH 012. INTRODUCTIONS: PART II
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CH 013. SUPER COOL AND HOT (RESPECTFULLY)
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CH 014. AESPA WAS RIGHT
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CH 015. GODDAMNIT PARK SEONGHWA
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CH 016. WHAT THE H*CK
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CH 017. IâM SO HASTAG SRS
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CH 018. OPERATION: YNGYU
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CH 019. HEâS UP TO NO GOOD
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CH 020. PRAISE KINK ERA
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CH 021. BAES JUST LIKE ME FR
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CH 022. NVM YâALL HE RESPONDED
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CH 023. TWO HEART EMOJIS
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CH 024. RPS LEGEND
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CH 025. KANG POMPOMPURIN
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CH 026. BEGINNING OF A CHEESY ROMCOM
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CH 027. WTFDYM
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CH 028. IMAGINE NOT TALKING
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CH 029. BLACK LIST SPEED RUN
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CH 030. AS LONG AS SHEâS HAPPY
( EXTRA. ASK THEM ANYTHING EVENT:: PART i )
PART 2. POST TIME SKIP :
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CH 031. BOMBASTIC SIDE EYE
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CH 032. AS HOT AS I EXPECTED
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CH 033. MY BABIES (AND KIM HONGJOONG)
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CH 034. EVEN THE YANDERES
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CH 035. DONGSAENG ZONED
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CH 036. A STRANGE FEELING
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CH 037. OLD FRIENDS
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CH 038. I DONâT THINK IâM OKAY
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CH 039. MINGI UR A PATHOLOGICAL LIAR
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CH 040. LOVELY
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CH 041. STEP BY STEP
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CH 042. DONâT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT
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CH 043. OOPS
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CH 044. WHATDIDIDOTOMYSELF
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CH 045. LOVE LETTERS TO LEE HYORI
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CH 046. LOSER DOESNâT EVEN DESCRIBE IT
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CH 047. IF ONLY SHE KNEW
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CH 048. LEâ ASTRE
( EXTRA. STARâS 5TH MINI ALBUM :: LEâ ASTRE )
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CH 049. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THATâS UNHOLY
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CH 050. IâM ALRIGHT, I PROMISE
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CH 051. BUTTERFLIES
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CH 052. #STAR IS KILLING ME
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CH 053. OK? OK! OK
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CH 054. PURSUE HAPPINESS
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CH 055. WHY DID YOU NEVER TELL ME
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CH 056. THE TRUTH
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CH 057. SERA WATANABE
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CH 058. XD
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CH 059. MILKY WAY
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CH 060. LOVE
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ENDING O1.
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AFTER WORD.
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Inspired by one of your reblogged posts..
I really want to see dark! misogynistic Jason Todd with a somewhat innocent! girlfriend. He was so sweet to her until they started dating; Now he just can't be bothered with her. He consults his friends about it on COD, or some other incel hangout, and they advise him to put reader in her place.
He comes home one day to reader laying in bed on her phone and he just can't seem to control himself. He's spewing out degrading thoughts, about how he's just so sweet to her and all she can do is complain, and not even be grateful that Jason's using his precious time to breed and lay his claim her needy cunt. Using and absolutely destroying her like the plaything she is.
(also, can i be đą anon? i feel like I'll be returning to you for a while.. i love ur work!)
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Pairing - Dark! Misogynistic! Incel! Jason Todd x Innocent! Girlfriend! AFAB! Reader
Featuring - Rest of the Batboys
Tags and Warnings - Incel behavior, noncon, name calling, misogyny, medication, gaslighting, degrading, abuse, violence against oc/reader
Authors Note - Back tew my roots!!!! And ofc I would love to finally have anons!! Also sorry this took eons-
A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality. This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!
Jason watched you in your shared small apartment. He couldn't figure out what went wrong between the two of you. It started whenever he moved in. Jason was never so used to having somewhere there 24/7.
You were just so needy and particular.
âJason? Baby⊠what do you want for dinner tonight?â You ask coming to sit by him. Your hands ran over his arm and kissing at his visable scars. Jason pulled away from you, the feeling making his skin tingle.
He watched as your face fell and you sigh before getting up and grabbing your purse. âI'm going grab something to eat tonight. Please remember to take your medicine.â You say heading to the door and leaving.
âI don't need them.â Jason replied quickly looking at you as you straightened up the living room before leaving. âI told you about reminding me to do shit.â
Jason watched as you just sighed again. âI tell you because I want you to be better baby. I don't want to keep doing things alone, I just want us to be better.â You said doting once again, keeping your sweet nature with Jason. But he only saw that as pity and he hated it. He hissed before rolling his eyes and getting up, the couch going back by his sheer strength. âI don't care what's for dinner. Just get out.â
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âI don't know what to do with her. She's just so fucking annoying.â Jason rambles into his microphone. He was playing COD with some online friends. One of his friends, N1ghtVV1ng laughs into his own mic.
âWell what is she doing huh? My girl treats me just right, and even allows me to fuck whenever I want.â He taunts. Jason rolled his eyes at his friends comments. âAnd she's so tight, god I trained her right.â
âDude that's so gross.â RedRobinYum, another one of his friends said.
âWell, she just keeps bothering me. Then whenever I try to ask for something she just reminds me to take my meds.â Jason sneered. âIts the same shit, all these dumb questions. I just want her to stay with me and not bug me.â
âWell have you tried putting her in her place? Show her what you want from her.â DamitheBest says. Jason hummed at that suggestion.
âShe's just so fragile, I'm afraid she might bre-â
âGet that shit out of your mind now.â Dami says. âShow her who's the boss before she does. Women will kick you to the curb and leave you for someone who'll tolerate that shit they pull.â
âLiterally don't listen to these freaks, sit down and talk to her.â RedRobin chimes in. âWith any relationship just talk it out, trust me I do that with my partner and we just talk everything out.â
Jason could hear Dami make a buzzer noise that almost broke his mic. âNope, don't listen to him. Red, he's gotta put his foot down. Cut out any disobedience from his girl.â
Jason looked down at that, the thought of hurting you almost sickeningly turned him on. Dami was right and had always been. Jason just needed to man up and confront you.
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âWhat are you doing?â
You turn around from your spot on the bed too see Jason, standing in the doorway. You smile before getting back on your phone, his voice making you feel better that he's still around.
Yet majority of the time, Jasons voice always brought you a sense of worry and hurt. Worrying so much for and about him made you into someone who barely cared for yourself. It was always Jason, and everything you did was for him.
âNothing really, I'm just kind of bored.â You reply. Jason stares at you, face blank. His eyes leered at your body as you just so casually laid down. Almost as if just waiting for you to say something. Anything.
âYour not going to bug me to take my meds?â Jason practically spat out. You turned around moving to where you sat on the bed. âNot gonna ask me to take out the trash, help around the apartment?
You furrow your brows. âWhat? Why are you talking to me like that?â You asked looking at him. âI- What did I do?â
âYou dont like it when someone stands against you?â He replied completely ignoring your question. Everything about Jason's words and demeanor frightened you. It was like he genuinely hated you.
You stood up walking towards him slowly. âJay⊠it's okay. I think you're having a episodeâŠâ You say keeping your voice low. Jason's chest came up and down as he kept getting more and more enraged. You reached out a hand to touch his arm, but Jason pushed you away. Your lower back hit the vanity you both built when you moved in.
âYou think I'm having a episode?! Of course you do, you don't just think I'm pissed?â He replied moving to tower over you. You put a hand on the vanity to stand back up. Your chest heaved as your lungs tried to keep up with your heart. You pushed past him leaving through the bedroom door.
Back burning, you looked for your keys. âI'm done with this, all I want is what's best for you. But you've treated me like shit, and I'm done with it.â You said seeing reaching for your keys.
But they were picked up and thrown across the room.
Jason pushed your head against your kitchen island. You groaned out and began to thrash around. Jason snarled at you, keeping you detained.
Hr laughed in your face and seemingly just waited for you to calm down. âI like it when your quiet.â He said leaning down to kiss the back of your head. Your breathing shuddered as you began to cry quietly. Jason reveled in your weakness a hand resting on the back of your neck, the other on your back.
âWhat did I do Jason ⊠What did I do so wrongâŠ?â You said, your words breaking with your own tears.
âGet on my nerves⊠I'm such a good boyfriend, yet all you do is complain. I'm sick of that, so I'm going to change it.â Then you feel Jason's arm brush against you as he reached for the kitchen scissors. âStay still, unless you want to get hurt. I could care either less.â He said as he took the scissors to your shirt. Cutting down the fabric, leaving you exposed as you chose not to wear a bra.
Starting to kick at Jason again, flipping around to try and get away. That attempt was failed, as Jason took your throat in hand, slamming your head back onto the counter. Your vision blurred on impact as he took off your shirt completely. The impact made you dizzy and start to become unaware. Jason saw that, and quickly took advantage of it, kissing at your neck.
He was going to get himself off.
It was what you owed him.
His kisses trailed down to your stomach, tongue dipping into every dip in your skin. You let out dazed cries as tears poured down your cheek. âYou've always been so gorgeous. Don't you see how good you could have it?â Jason commented quietly as he pulled down your sweatpants along with your panties. He blew on your cunt, watching just how wet you became at his actions. âDo I have to keep beating you for you to keep still.â
Biting at your bottom lip to hold back tears you shake your head. He smiled as you shivered from his breathing. Jason pushed his head into your cunt, lapping at your exposed pussy. You bit at your bottom lip, trying to stay quiet. You couldn't give him that satisfaction, just once you wanted to be stronger than what you actually were. But Jason knew you, his hand coming down on your ass, making you yelp out. âStop that, I want to hear you.â He said into your cunt as he continued to eat you out.
But Jason is Jason.
And Jason is selfish.
He only eats you out close enough to make you cum. He pulls away with the bottom half of of his face coated in your juices. You grabbed at the counter top, full on sobbing. âPlease⊠Jay. Stop we can ta-â Jason's hand came crashing down next to your head, the sound of tile making you cry out more.
âYou had your chance. You had multiple chances to talk, but you didn't. So now I'm putting you in your place.â He said, ignoring any protests you had. You could hear him undo his pants, the taunting noise of his zipper making your cries only louder. A dribble of spit hits your cunt, Jason's palm coming down to rub at your cunt. âNow shhh, while you take this dick.â
You let out a yell as Jason pushes his length all the way into you. He sits there, breathing heavy and labored.
His eyes stayed fixated on your pussy, swallowing his cock. He pulled out then pushed back in, your walls clamping on his length. His groans were deep as he took no time for you to adjust, fucking into you. Your body shook and shuddered as he held you down, using you for his own pleasure.
âYou're so pretty like this,â Jason said his body pounding into your own. You continued to whimper under him, feeling your body become weak. His hand tangled in the mess he had made of your hair, using his strength to pull you up. âYou need to be like this all the time, then I wouldn't have to deal with a bitch for a girlfriend.â He snickered into your ear. He said it like it was a threat, or a suggestion you couldn't turn down.
So you nodded in agreeance, his smile turning wicked as he fucked into you. You could feel his hips stutter as he reached his peak. Jason's hand moved to your clit as he rubbed at your bud. âYou better cum with me or I'll keep raping this cunt.â That quickly snapped you back to reaily. The realization of needing to end the abuse he put you through, you tried feeling pleasure from the trauma he was putting you through.
Then you feel it. The feeling of you cumming alongside your cunt getting filled. You let out a choked gasp, Jason groaning as he filled you to the brim. His hand grabbed at your ass as he hissed. He pulled out watching as a dribbles of his cum dropped from your abused cunt. He quickly pushed it back into you with two thick fingers. Jason snickered before pulling up his boxers, leaving his jeans on the ground.
âClean up in here, I'm getting back on the game.â
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Itâs so easy to love you
(Luke Hughes x reader/oc)
Pt. 3
Hey guys Iâm back, I know you missed me đ»đ», itâs been a hectic couple of days with a lot of hair dye, but weâre back now so without further of due? Thatâs not how you say that.
Warnings: underage drinking, smoking, and language
Itâs been a couple of days at the lake house, everyoneâs settled in and getting comfortable, today should be the day Trevor and Cole show up finally, but theyâve always been the ones late to show up. Youâve just woken up and are making your way to your dresser to change when you hear your door very quietly open, there in the doorway you see a very tired Luke with messy curls and no shirt. You let out a quiet giggle at the state of your boyfriend âwell hello handsomeâ you say with a smile on your face. He turns around from trying to close the creaky door quietly and silently walks up to you and wraps his arms around your waist. âI miss youâ he says tucking his face into your shoulder, you pout and play with his curls âI know baby but we canât have them finding out yet, at least not until weâre both readyâ you say and glance at the door when you hear the creaking of floor boards. You feel Lukeâs head snap up too, but settle back into you when you both hear the creaking of someone going down the stairs. You let out a long sigh and pat Lukeâs hands as a sign to let go âwe will tell them before this summers over I promiseâ you say and press a short kiss to Lukeâs lips. He lightly nods his head and makes his way to go back to his own room, as you see the door shut behind him you look at your dresser to see the L necklace he gave you still sitting there.
You get dressed and make a move for the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your makeup but canât help to glance back at the necklace. You canât help yourself and wind it around your neck a do the clasp up, then tuck it into your shirt âwell what they canât see wonât hurt themâ you say to yourself and finally make your way to the bathroom. After finishing getting ready you make your way downstairs to the kitchen to see all the boys making breakfast +2. âHey Victoria long time no seeâ Trevor says and makes his way over to give you a side hug âhey trevâ you say returning the hug. You let go and meet Cole halfway âhey Vikki how ya beenâ Cole says giving you a bear hug, you return it but half to say âbetter a second ago when I could breath Coleâ he lets you go and letâs out a mumbled âsorryâ and the rest of the boys laugh. You make your way over to Luke and peer over his shoulder to see what heâs cooking. He looks back at you and moves you with his hip a little âstop hovering vik Iâm cookingâ he says flipping a pancake. You return to his shoulder âyeah I know thatâs exactly why Iâm hovering I wanna see what your makinâ you say, looks to be just eggs, sausages, and pancakes, Luke is the cook of the family, has to be with how much this fuckin kid eats. He turn, picks you up by ur waist and sets you on the counter and returns to his pans. âHey! What did I say about picking me up just because Iâm shorter than you, you little shit!â You say crossing ur arms and huffing, he looks back and sticks his tongue out at you. You stick yours at him back âso I see you two got closer over the time you spent in college together?â Quinn points out, you look back to see all the boys watching your encounter with smiles or confused looks. âWell yeah I guess, if you always gotta see each other why not embrace it I guessâ you say and look away from Quinn hoping the blush on your face isnât too apparent, breaking the silence Lukeâs phone begins to ring, he groans and looks back âfuck, someone grab that Iâm a bit busyâ he says taking a pancake off the pan. You grab his phone since ur the closest and answer it without looking at the name âLukeâs phoneâ you say into the speaker. âOh hey Lukeâs wife howâs it hangingâ the person on the other end replyâs, âduker I told you to stop calling me that.â You say with a roll of your eyes. At the name like turns around now interested âoh whatâs the harmâ he replyâs, you turn to make sure no oneâs listening and when you see all the boys other than Luke are in conversation âwhat if you were on speaker you little shit, then there would be a lot of harm, to your face.â You say smiling up at Luke after, he lets out a hearty chuckle and turns back to his pancake. ââŠ. Wonât happen again⊠anyways I was just calling cuz Iâm bored and wanted drama and I figured you two got caught fuckin or something alreadyâ he says with a casual tone, your face flares up red âwell we didnât you prick, have fun being bored all summer see yaâ you say and hang up the phone.
Luke turns to you and smiles and your blush âwhat did he say nowâ he says and grabs his phone to check if thereâs any texts âhe said he was bored, wanted drama and figured we go caugh⊠yk alreadyâ you say with a very annoyed look. Luke lets out a loud laugh, and you begin to hit his shoulder. âItâs not funny your both pricks and next time I see him heâs gonna have a hand mark on his faceâ you exclaim angered, he smiles at you âalright alright Iâm sorry, breakfast is done!â He yells to get the boys attention, as soon as he yells that all hell breaks loose and the boys begin running for food and arguing. After checking that everyone is preoccupied Luke presses a kiss you your lips, then neck and pulls away with a smile. You sit there shocked and look over at him, he shrugs with a smirk and grabs two plates for you both. âDonât do that again that was risky as all fuck.â You say with an astonished look on your face, he laughs and you both make ur way over to the food, little do you both know someone was looking your way during the encounter
Ah donât you just love cliff hangers, sorry again this is short cuz Iâm lazy and itâs pretty wild around here, who do we think saw? I mean I know, but you guys donât.
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what i think your favorite PO boxer says about you
based on my biases and a year of experience (if you get mad over how i talked about your fave im going to turn you into a can of spam)
first time ive ever maxed out the tags
if i missed your fav tell me âŒïž
doc louis - you have good taste and are starving for content about him, you really are a survivor
little mac - you either project onto him or just like calling him your son
glass joe - you have a thing for pathetic men (understandable tbh) and like calling him a wet cat since he fits that desc well
von kaiser - same thing as joe but add a hint of "oh no hes hot"
disco kid - you literally have no enemies i love you so much its not even funny (platonic)
king hippo - my god you are good at making up lore, how the fuck do you make a solid personality for a character that only roars and grunts
piston hondo - im 100% youre a saint, no hondo fan i met has ever been unpleasant to talk with
bear hugger - you either see him as a father figure or just think hes hot or (secret third option) you like making jokes about him being a disney princess, either way youre cool
great tiger - oh you have been here for a long time, literally every great tiger fan i know has been in the fandom since 7.000 BC or something, also youre prob really good at art
don flamenco - you use the word "cunty" on a daily basis or just like making fun of his stupid bald head, also yes he has eyeliner on 100%
aran ryan - you'd overthrow a goverment for this greasy rat, youre extremely extremely gay and/or neurodivergent and thats very good for you, you also like making him say lad and have had to go ankle deep in irish slang when making him speak in fanfics
soda popinski - ive never seen someone have soda as their fav, hes always 2nd place somehow so im just gonna go take a shot in the dark and say you like the color pink (mental gymnastics who??)
bald bull - you are a mixed bag, i gen cant put a finger on what kind of personality bull stans have but i can say you either find him hot or like making fun of him, maybe both
super macho man - least serious people ever with some traumatizing lore for the boxers & their own ocs, you prob make him say bogus 88268292 times in a sentence and i can respect that
mr sandman - ive only seen 2 (two ) ppl who have him as their fav and its kinda sad, youre starving for content of him and i wish you the best
birdie mac - hes your son (im not elaborating)
gabby jay - same thing as joe but you went over the top with liking dilfs
narcis prince - gay. gay gay homosexual gay. you went for the self obsessed blonde twink and you thought it wasnt obvious?? you fucking homosexual
heike kagero - youre 1000% queer, sorry to be a broken record about the gay thing but ur fav is literally a man with long hair & makeup that has to be some flavor of queer
hoy quarlow - you are/were another ancient punch out fan, you def shitpost a lot
bruiser bros - where are you??? ive gen never met a bruiser bros fan and its concerning like dude where did u go
texas mac - im sorry but you dont exist, ive never ever seen a texas mac fan, not even someone who mentions him
mad clown - you foul clownfucker. you have weird taste in characters you find hot and tbh im all here for it
masked muscle - same thing as texas mac but theres a slight chance you exist, if you do please show yourself
dragon chan - another punch out ancient fan, you probably were most active in 2013-2019 and kinda miss old shitposts and have either moved on or dont participate much anymore
spo aran - (this is mostly for Charlie but i have hope that theres some other spo aran fans out there) youre probably looking for other spo aran fans, goodpeed soldier, goodpeed
mask x - you arent getting away with this fuck you
#punch out#headcanon#punch out headcanons#punch out wii#aran ryan#bald bull#glass joe#don flamenco#piston hondo#great tiger#gabby jay#masked muscle#mask x#narcis prince#spo aran ryan#super punch out#super macho man#hoy quarlow#dragon chan#birdie mac#heike kagero#mad clown#rick bruiser#nick bruiser#Texas Mac#mr sandman#disco kid#von kaiser#little mac#doc louis
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a conundrum of redheaded proportions pt. 2
the second and final part of this ask!
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Ș Rated: E | 6.5k includes: misunderstandings, confessions, selectively mute!reader, blow jobs, vaginal sex, deep throating, praise kink, spitroasting, begging, lots of smut y'all ur welcome, voyeurism, jealousy, Justice league AU
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Ș previous hookup fem!reader x jason todd, eventual fem!reader x roy harper, eventual fem!reader x jason todd x roy harper
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It seems like fate that not even three days later Batmanâs listing you off with Jason and him to lead a low-stakes mission with some of the younger, noob League members.
âSeems like we keep bumping into each other,â Roy teases you lightly before your squadâs debrief.Â
You quirk your head questioningly and make to apologize as if youâve actually bumped into him.Â
âNo, I just meant the other night,â he trails off unsurely, wondering if itâs too taboo to bring up you seeing him naked and hard in the hallway.
You donât say anything, obviously, but you hardly even move.Â
Shit, he fucked up. Again.
âEr,â Roy clears his throat subconsciously, âanyway, sounds like it should be a pretty easy in-and-out type of deal, right?â
You nod bashfully and give a lame thumbs up.Â
Roy watches Jason sign something to you with a cheeky tinge to his movements and you respond with a flurry of sharp motions. None of it being anything Roy comes remotely close to understanding.Â
Roy clears his throat and both of you stop with your hands mid-sign, faces nearly touching through the armor of your masks.
Itâs Royâs turn to quirk his head.
âShe said she,â Jason starts out in an obvious lie that has you instantly flicking him off. âI didnât even say anything yet, beautiful.âÂ
Put aside that Jason and you had just completely left Roy out of the conversation, now Jasonâs giving you nicknames?
Fuck this.
âUh,â Roy barely contains the urge to punch Jason in the stomach, knowing itâd only be in vain with Jasonâs insanely padded bulletproof vest.
You huff in aggravation, looking from Jason to Roy.
âFine, I wonât say anything.â
Okay, now Roy really feels like punching Jason. Heâs supposed to be helping Roy hook up with you, not trying to steal you away for himself.Â
Royâs feeling the second-hand heat from the glare youâre undoubtedly shooting Jasonâs way. He canât help but feel like youâre talking about him and he really wants to know why Jason would be refusing to tell him.
You smack at his arm and clearly sign something before motioning your head toward Roy.Â
âWhatâd she say?â
You shake your head in your hand.Â
Jason pats Roy on the back. âFirst off, just because someoneâs translating doesnât mean you talk to her through me, dumbass,â Jason says as he motions to you. Roy gulps as he follows the movement. âSecond of all, she said she doesnât want you to get the wrong idea.â
Consider it gotten.
âYeah, no,â Roy lies, sheepishly tugging his trucker hat lower. âNo wrong idea from me, thatâs for sure. Nada, baby.â God, can he shut the fuck up? âSorry,â he says finally.
You shake your head hesitantly and look down at your hands like youâre unsure of something. When your head pops back up, you look to Jason before reaching over and squeezing Royâs hand like a reassurance that you arenât mad.Â
âShit babe, you should already know you can squeeze more than that,â Roy spews. He slaps a freckled hand over his mouth as soon as his word vomit catches up to him, but by then, itâs too late.
If you werenât mad before, you definitely seem upset now.
Itâs as if his words electrocute you back to reality, jolting the realization that youâd actually gone ahead with the action.
âJesus,â Jason shakes his head like he canât believe either of you, âitâs like watching a goddamned train wreck in slow motion.â
Roy, personally, canât believe he keeps fucking up so tremendously with you.
It comes as a relief to all three of you when your ride shows up and the mission begins, preventing any further awkward mishaps.
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Jason takes control of the ship, sitting in the pilotâs seat before discreetly signing something to you.Â
Roy hears you âtchâ before you sign something that Jason doesnât need to translate for him. Without another word, well, sign, you saunter out of the cockpit, throwing one last look over your shoulder at Roy before walking to the back of the vessel.
Itâs not fair.
Itâs really not when your waist goes in so perfectly and your ass flares out unmistakably. Each sway comes with the cruel reminder he canât touch it. He canât touch you.
âGod, she fucking hates me,â Roy sighs, slumping over in the jump seat. âGod, I keep fucking up. I keep acting like a fucking pervert in front of her. Itâs not fucking like me. I donât know whatâs going on,â he groans in frustration. âItâs like Iâve got zero fucking game around her and itâs really starting to piss me off. I can pick up any girl, but her? Sheâs seriously fucking me up, like, in the head and stuff, dude,â Roy cements his statement by jamming his index finger against his skull psychotically.
Jason clicks on the autopilot and gets up to shut the cockpit door, looking around to make sure no oneâs overhearing them as he does so. When he sits back down, he removes Royâs finger, which still remains against his forehead.
âYou look and sound like youâre on fucking crack again, Roy.â
âIt was heroin, but thanks. Always a class act to joke about addiction,â he mutters.
Jason can barely contain his eye roll. âIs it so hard to just, I donât know,â Jason opens his arms dramatically like it should be the most obvious thing in the world to him, âbe yourself? Donât you think maybe, at the very least, that being yourself is a bit better than this weird, lame shit youâre pulling now?âÂ
Roy sits there, definitely not pouting, as he takes in his best friendâs words.
Jason knows the real him and still lets him hit, so maybeâŠ
âYouâre right,â Roy sighs. He slumps back in his seat, exhaling dramatically enough for Jason to roll his eyes again. âIf anyoneâs gonna help me understand her, itâs you.â As much as he hates to admit it, Jasonâs the only one who can offer him any sort of sage advice right now. âWhat should I do?â he asks.
Royâs expectant puppy-dog-look has Jason milliseconds away from clicking the eject button and leaving Roy to figure shit out on his own. While he does eye the button, his hands remain on his knees as he takes in his friendâs desperate demeanor.
âConsider this a mitzvah,â Jason says monotonously, finally deciding to divulge Roy. âI can tell you straight up that if all you want to do is fuck her, youâre going to keep fucking up because sheâs not like that.â
Well, Roy definitely hadnât been expecting that.
âAll the two of you did is fuck,â Roy points out saltily. âDonât think Iâve forgotten how you ditched me to go get your dick sucked.â
âRoy,â Jason rubs at the tension steadily forming between his brows, âwhat did we just talk about?â
Roy puts up his hands in surrender easily. âI swear, itâs not my fault. Itâs like my filterâs completely gone,â he complains.
âYouâve never had one to begin with,â Jason states plainly.Â
âFine,â Roy gives in, motioning for Jason to continue.Â
âSo, it wasnât just a one-time thing like I told you. Itâs a bit more complicated,â Jason says, leaving Royâs eyes to bulge. âWeâd been talking ever since her split with Kate, but I didnât want to take advantage of her. She told me she rushed into things with Kate, so she wanted to take things slow.â Jason shrugs. âYou know, not like jumping into something right away. Anyway, I understood, so, in the end, I just got to know her.â
Roy shoots a knowing brow but doesnât take the bait this time. âYou seem to be forgetting Iâve also known her for years.â
âKnowing someone and knowing of someone are two different things. You and I both know that, Roy,â Jason points out. âWhen the time finally came that she was ready, probably like a year later, thatâs the day I ditched you.â
âWhat happened after that?â Roy asks curiously.
âIt was a one-time thing in the sense that it was only one day,â Jason says. His attention shifts to the closed cockpit door as if it might somehow magically open. âAfter that, I never pushed and she never reached out like that again. We both got consumed in missions. When weâd finally get around to catching up, sheâd act all shy again with me.â
Jason almost sounds embarrassed about the whole ordeal. He clears his throat, moving to busy himself with the controls, seemingly to signal the conversation was officially over with.
Roy canât help but think back to how the two of you acted earlier⊠like you guys were close.
Fuck.
He mentally berates himself for getting in the middle of his friendâs⊠uh, what exactly are you to Jason? His friend with benefits?Â
No.Â
Love interest?Â
Roy chances a peak at Jason out of the corner of his eyes, but with his Red Hood mask on, itâs impossible to get a read on the stoic man.
This canât be Jasonâs way of telling Roy to back off, right?
âTell me to back off and I will,â Roy says.
Jasonâs helmet remains facing forward. âI could say the same for you.â
Just like that, the topic gets dropped for good and Royâs no closer to any sort of clarity.
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Just like Batman had promised, the mission was get-in, get-out.Â
The swamps of Louisiana refused to be left behind as its grime sticks around long after the hostile info swap with Swamp Thing.Â
By the time youâre loading the dirty mutant teens back into the ship, Jasonâs already calling dibs on the shower. You make sure everyoneâs buckled securely into their seats before heading to the cockpit to let Jason know itâs safe for liftoff.Â
Your interrogating skills could use some work, Jason signs.
He canât explicitly see it, but he knows your brow is quirked under your mask. You mean lighting him on fire wasnât protocol? you sign back.
âThe fuck are you two jabbering on about?âÂ
Royâs voice visibly startles you and your hands still defensively in front of your chest where theyâd been signing.Â
âJust rehashing the mission,â Jason says. He shrugs, moving to flip a few switches on the control panel.
âYou mean how she lit that oversized weed bush up like a Christmas tree?â
You snort.
Heâs not usually like this. Jason looks at you before tilting his head Royâs way. Heâs trying, though, Jason signs.
You wave him off with a huff, Youâre delusional.
If youâd just fucking talk to him, youâre expecting his usual response to your concern, so youâre definitely not expecting what he signs next, youâd see youâre both being delusional.
You flip him off for the second time on the mission before slipping back into your seat in the main cabin so Jason can take off.
âWomen.â Is the only explanation Roy gets before the ship shoots off into the boggy, yellow sky.Â
Once the ship is set to fly on autopilot, Jason makes good on his dibs. His commanding boots stomp down the cabin aisle, shaking the entire aircraft as he does before coming to a halt in front of the bathroom.Â
âThe Justice League requires an immediate debrief to be written once a mission's complete,â Red Hood's robotic voice warbles menacingly. âYou have until weâre finished with this report to wash the mud from your acne-covered faces. Take any longer and your ass will be spending the ride back to base with shampoo in your hair.â His gaze shifts across the rows of seats to solidify his point to the scared prepubescent mutants whoâve yet to move. âMight wanna get a move on if you plan to rinse and repeat.â
His helmet snaps your way, gesturing you to join Roy and him up front.
You shouldnât scare them like that, you berate him. Itâs mean.
âSorry,â he says, though he doesnât sound it. âThought I was, at the very least, being gentlemanly considering I just handed you private shower access.âÂ
He doesnât bother with signing once youâre both back in the cockpit, though you seem more focused on Roy. Even when Jason removes his helmet, you hardly react.Â
Truth be told, your attention is making Roy extremely nervous.Â
Heâs already been overthinking, well, everything, but itâs worse now.Â
He keeps second-guessing every movement he makes. Every single word he says feels wrong no matter how long he languishes over the right thing to say.
Case in point:
âPrivate showers?â Roy wiggles in his seat, similarly to how Lian so often would in her highchair.
âYeah,â is all Jason says, with a pointed look your way. âYouâre welcome. Now letâs fill out this corporate bullshit so I can get Swamp Thingâs things out of my crevices.â
Roy snorts when you shiver distastefully at Jasonâs choice of words.
To his surprise, Jason hands you a notepad and you begin furiously scribbling out your responses.Â
Meanwhile, Jason busies himself with recording Royâs and his recollections of the mission. By the time theyâre done recording, youâve blown through six pages all filled to the brim with information. For some reason, he thinks itâs completely normal to give you a thumbs up because of this and mentally smacks himself when you respond by slamming the book shut before he can see it.Â
The debrief goes over smoothly, with Roy only managing to make somewhat of an ass of himself, which he considers a new personal best.
The âsomewhatâ quickly turns to âa completeâ when he decides to say, âYou know, for someone who doesnât talk a lot, you sure have a lot to say.â
Jason makes a hasty âabortâ gesture, but itâs too late.Â
Royâs fucked up for the fucking gazillionth time with you.
You donât even react. Instead, you gesture for your phone from the shipâs safe. Jason hands it over easily enough, though heâs obviously not exactly sure where this is going.
Roy swallows heavily, focusing his attention on the setting sun, which casts a golden sheen on the clouds that pass by. He tries to block out your loud typing, but the fingertips of your costume tap thunderously against your screen until itâs all he hears.Â
He thinks youâll ignore him the rest of the way back until youâre suddenly flipping the screen around his way.
Jason makes a face at Roy as if to say, âI told you sheâs into you.â
After chatting back and forth, Roy notices you shifting uncomfortably.Â
Jason seems to understand immediately. âRoy, show her how to turn on the showers,â Jason insists. Roy gawks at his best friend, not missing the hidden meaning. Royâs about to protest, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, but youâre already up and nodding to the back of the plane. âAnd, for fuckâs sake,â Jason huffs under his breath to Roy, âdonât make me wait too long.â
On the shower, or�
Roy shakes his head, placing a delicate hand on your back to guide you into the pretty clean ship bathroom, considering how many people had just used it.
Before he loses the courage, Roy strips and turns to give you a full view of his bobbing, pink-tipped cock. He watches you hesitate to remove your mask as if itâd been a secondhand reaction. Ultimately, you do pull it off, shyly biting your lip as he drinks in your godly beauty as if itâs the first time.Â
You slink out of the rest of your costume at a tantalizingly slow pace as you step closer and closer to Roy.
âThink we should turn on the showers to drown this out?âÂ
You nod with half-lidded eyes as your hands slowly descend down his chest.Â
The faucet squeaks as Roy fiddles with a good temperature, but you seem completely preoccupied with studying his cock. Your legs obscenely spread into a squat as you come face-to-face with his bobbing erection.
Roy has to restrain himself from smacking you in the face with his dick and forcing it down your fuckable throat for fear of scaring you off.Â
You seem content to stroke him at a gentle pace, with your firm grip exposing and concealing his tip as his foreskin stretches around each stroke. You draw a dribble of precome and curiously flick at it with the tip of your tongue. Roy suddenly surges forward, grabbing a fist full of your hair to cushion your head as he pushes you completely out of the spray and against the shower wall.Â
You release a small gasp before youâre back on his cock, this time with more fervor. Your tongue teases along his length, audibly slurping up the mess of spit youâve left behind as you retreat.
âGod, this is so embarrassing,â Roy whimpers, hips sputtering against your swollen lips. You quirk a brow at him as you pull off a move that leaves his knees shaky. âYouâre so good to me, baby. Thereâs no way Iâm gonna last, fuck.â Youâve started to deep throat him again and itâs all too much.
Youâre too pretty and his one-off session with Jason did nothing to increase his rusty stamina. After a minute, he pulls out of your wet, hot mouth and spurts loads of thick come across your face and expectant tongue.
Absolutely sinful.
Once heâs breathing normally, he helps you stand up and begins babbling the moment your hand slips into his.
âI never thanked you for saving me from Enchantress of all villains, by the way,â he says when he finally comes down from the high. Heâs not expecting you to respond. He just wants to get it off his chest.
You short-circuit, staring at him with an owlish gaze that leaves him mesmerized.Â
Roy thinks heâll never get used to looking into your eyes. The stunning mix of colors so unique to you, private to only him and, well, the rest of the redheads in the tower, but itâs something Roy can deal with if it means he gets to hold you close again.
Your mouth quivers and he thinks heâs said something wrong until you speak.
âIâve had the biggest crush on you since we met,â you say. Royâs mouth goes dry as a blush steadily creeps across your plump cheeks. He watches as you subconsciously tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. âI thought you hated me, though,â you admit. Suddenly, your eyes flick down to where his dick is still twitching in the aftermath and add, âOkay, well. Yeah, I just sucked you off, but still.â
Your voice is sweet, soft and understated; everything Roy never knew he needed and more.
âCap,â Roy says, leaving your head to tilt comically in confusion. The redhead bursts into laughter at the action. âI mean, youâre lying, babe.â
He hears a quiet gasp from you before you dramatically shake your head no, then seem to remember youâve already revealed your voice and speak, âYou intimidated me.â
Roy laughs again, âMe? Intimidate you? Oh, damn. Babe, please, youâre like the definition of intimidating. I kept thinking I was fucking up and that youâd gotten the wrong impression of me.â When he finally catches his breath, he shakes his head like he finally understands whatâs been going on. âI definitely shouldâa had Jason hook us up earlier.â He pulls you back under the spray, murmuring with your face between his hands, âIâve wanted you for so long, beautiful. You have no idea.âÂ
âI,â your ethereal voice cracks slightly from underuse. You clear your throat, âI always mistook your staring as you not liking me. Well, until the other night, then it finally clicked.â
He doesnât think heâll ever get used to hearing you speak.
âYou mean when I got a hard-on at the sight of you alone?â
He watches you swallow with greedy eyes.
âYes.â
He groans at your answer, feeling his restraint slipping again with each passing moment under your spell. âYou gonna keep talking to me when we fuck, or are we gonna need some hand signals?â
You bite at your lower lip, causing Royâs dick to twitch back to life in response. âI could talk to you forever, Roy,â you respond honestly.
His hips buck helplessly into the small amount of air that lies between the two of you.Â
âSay my name again.âÂ
Itâs a command you give in to easily; over and over.Â
His gruff, gravelly voice is nothing like youâd ever heard on a mission before and itâs driving you crazy. Your clit twitches on command as his hands tighten into fists. Itâs as if to hold himself back from taking you right here and now.
âRoy,â you tease, closing the remaining distance. Your chest squishes against his armor, eyes flicking up at him through your long lashes as if you donât already have him completely wrapped around your finger. âI need you to fuck me.â
âYouâŠâ he trails off in a daze, searching your eyes for any signs of hesitation, âYou need me to?â
In response, your eyes slide into slits and he still finds none. Your fingers trickle over his freckled shoulders, twirling around them tantalizingly slow like a promise that this is real.Â
âI canât come on my fingers just by thinking about you anymore,â you breathe, shaking your head lightly. He watches as you bite at your lip again. Youâre so fucking sexy, holy shit. âNot since I saw you that one night,â you admit. Royâs dick twitches eagerly in anticipation of whatâs to come. âItâs not enough anymore. I need you, I need the real thing, Roy,â youâre practically moaning as you breathe his name against his lips. âPlease, donât make me keep begging.â
âOh?â Royâs fiery eyebrow quirks upward as a dominating confidence settles over him. âI think thatâs exactly what youâre going to keep doing, baby.â Another twitch as you gasp from his words alone. âI want you to beg me until youâre about to come,â your mouth parts as lust overcomes you, visibly filling your eyes, âthen I want you to beg me to stick my cock back in your wet cunt because youâre such a needy slut for me, arenât you?â You unwittingly nod, completely enraptured by his raw sexual energy. âI want you to rut against it like the fucking whore I know you are until I finally give in and fuck you. Then and only then, are you allowed to come. Got it, princess?âÂ
Your eyes are wide, feeling slick already leaking out onto your inner thighs. âYes, sir.â
âOh,â he groans, allowing his hands to trickle down from the small of your waist to the dip right above your infamous ass, âyou know exactly what youâre doing to me. Donât you, baby?â Your fingers unclasp his remaining gear, stepping back slightly as it falls to the floor before closing the distance again. He feels your heart ramming up against your ribcage as you press into his now bare chest. âYouâre such a good girl for me, arenât you?â he asks. Roy watches as your wide eyes flicker between his, searching their verdant depths helplessly and chuckles darkly, âYou donât have to say anything, princess. I got you. Iâll take real good care of you, I promise.â
You seem shocked that he understood your nonverbal cue and, to be honest, so is Roy.Â
His dick is aching, practically humping your thick thigh with every movement of your swollen lips keeps causing it to bob up and down. Before he can stick it in, however, thereâs a wiggle and twist on the bathroom doorknob.
You both panic, looking at each other with wide eyes, when you realize that neither of you had bothered to lock the door.
Roy scrambles to hide you, fully erect cock facing the intruder, only to sag in relief when he sees that itâs just Jason.
âItâs just me,â Jason says. The raven holds his hands up in faux-surrender. He hardly seems startled by your and Royâs naked state. If anything, he looks pleased? âWas kind of hoping Royâs shitty stamina would mean youâd be finished by now, but I refuse to sit in my sweat any longer,â he says nonchalantly, however his eyes flick to your bare face with the hints of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.Â
âShut up,â you say with no malice behind it. You find yourself blushing and duck in the safety of the junction of Royâs freckle-spattered neck for solace.
Jasonâs eyebrows shoot up briefly at your verbal response before he schools his surprise. âWell, donât let me interrupt.âÂ
Jason then begins the motions of sudsing up his body, brow quirking when he feels the continued weight of your eyes on his movements. Roy would be pissed if he werenât busy staring, too.
Royâs jaw nearly drops when you place your hands against the shower wall, partially under Jasonâs spray, partially under the one that's already on next to it.
You arch into the wall, wiggling your hips teasingly for Roy to come closer.
Jasonâs eyes flicker down out of the corner of his eyes, watching as Roy watches him. Whether for support or permission, Jason doesnât know, but he holds Roy's gaze, nonetheless.Â
Royâs cock bobs enthusiastically in response, wondering if this was all some fucked-up sex dream he was going to wake up from. Roy places gentle yet firm hands on your hips as he draws you backward against his erection. He paces himself, rubbing his tip against your slick entrance as his hands grope your ass in awe.
Jason's hard, spending a little too much time pumping his cock to spread his body wash for Roy not to notice. The way your head is pressed against the tiles keeps your face out of the spray but also means that you can see both Roy and Jason.Â
You huff, arching your back even furtherÂ
âTalk to me, baby,â Roy practically purrs, grabbing a handful of your ass as his cock continues to rub against your slick folds. Itâs enough friction to leave your legs shaking with want.
Your half-lidded eyes sear into Royâs lower abdomen like a sirenâs call and, boy, is Roy ready to go overboard.
âPlease, Roy,â you moan as you press your ass against his hard cock. You wriggle backward, hoping to gain more traction, but he continues to taunt you with the promise of his heavy heat. âI want you to fuck me.â
âYou need me to wreck that pretty little cunt of yours, baby?â
You nod, biting at the corner of your lip. Jason curses somewhere beside the two of you and itâs all the encouragement Roy needs to put on a show.
He drags his hands up your wet, lithe body as you perch so beautifully for him to take. He fondles your tits as he covers more and more your body with his own until his mouth is directly next to your left ear. On your right, Jason watches, emerald eyes lit with barely retrained want.
Roy smirks at his friend before turning his attention back to you. His deep voice rumbles lowly against the shell of your ear, âBeg.â
âFuck,â you whimper, turning your head to the other side to capture his lips with yours. âI need you to fill me up, Iâm so wet for you, Roy.â To prove it, you press backward into his erection- as if Roy wasnât already restraining himself from fucking your cunt full of his come. âMy pussyâs aching for you, please,â your sinful voice begs.
Jasonâs remained entirely quiet up until this point. âFinger her,â he commands.
Roy barely holds himself back from shivering under Jasonâs commanding tone, leaving him no choice but to obey. He teases you, tickling along your labia before briefly teasing your leaking entrance. Your mouth opens and produces a porn-worthy moan, only to remain open and empty when Roy finally reaches your clit.
Jason bites his lip, looking between you and Roy for permission to oblige to your bodyâs reaction. Roy looks down at you, but your tongue has already lulled out to accept Jasonâs girthy cock.
Roy shifts the position so youâre all in between the two shower sprays. Youâre bent over, in between the two muscular men, with your face eye-level with Jasonâs bobbing cock. Meanwhile, Royâs soft hands hold your hips steady as he lines himself back up with your entrance.
Once youâre all settled, you waste no time in surging forward to swallow around Jasonâs impressive length. Spit trails down the sides of your mouth as you force him deeper down your throat.
Your muffled moans and sighs are all the encouragement Roy needs.
He whines pathetically when the tip of his cock finally breeches your tight entrance, waiting briefly as you become accustomed to his girth.
Your voice is godly, so itâs no wonder that the little pleased noises you make are heavenly. Your breathy moans echo across the small room as Roy finally takes what heâs always wanted.Â
The wet heat of your cunt draws the most pathetic noises out of Roy as he slowly fucks his tip into you with a fluid motion of his freckled hips. Each shallow thrust leaves you aching and pressing back into him to beg for more.
âSo good for us, arenât you, baby?â Roy bites his lip impishly as he meets Jasonâs half-lucid gaze head-on. Royâs tip catches deliciously against your twitching cunt, forcing out a wanton moan that vibrates up to the very base of Jasonâs cock. Â
Without warning, Jason groans as he releases your hair.Â
Roy looks questioningly at him before heâs pulled forward by his fiery hair to meet Jasonâs eager lips. Roy can tell when youâve begun sucking again because Jasonâs lips become sloppier and more aggressive as they mesh against Royâs chapped ones. When they break apart for air, Jasonâs hand remains firm in Royâs long, fiery locks. He pants, leaning his forehead against Royâs while you eagerly work your body in between them.
Jason takes it upon himself to punish your ass cheeks while Roy uses his free hand to tangle in your tresses and tug. All the while, the men remain connected by their violent clashing of spit and teeth above your pliant arch. You feel your inhibitions deliciously slipping with every passing moment.
For once, youâre not being quiet.
If anything, it seems like Jason knew the only way to shut up your sultry whines was with his cock. The thought alone nearly sends Roy over the edge again.
He breaks away from his raven-haired best friend to grab desperately for your swinging tits. His gentle hands squeeze and jiggle them with his thrusts slowing.
âDonât wanna come again, baby,â he whimpers, flicking your nipples so that you unleash an equally pathetic noise.Â
Jason smirks. âFuck that.â
You get no further warning before Jasonâs calloused hand comes down on your ass cheek. His thick cock catches the majority of your pleasured scream, though not completely. Roy rubs the spot, completely hypnotized at the red shape forming across your skin, then quickly pulls away and motions for Jason to repeat the erotic action.
With each hit, your moan reverberates around his cock deliciously.Â
A particularly hard smack forces Jason deeper into your pliant throat until heâs forced to grab a fistful of your hair to control the pace.
You feel entirely filled. Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the realization as you allow your biggest crushes to use your body in the best way.
âYeah,â Jason says darkly. At the same time, he grabs your chin, squishing your cheeks in the process as he ruthlessly fucks against your swollen lips. His voice is a dark timbre that shakes every particle of your being. âTake that shit, you fucking slut,â Jason hisses. He wraps his hand around your hair again as he reaches forward to smack your ass.
Your hips stutter as you whimper against the dominant pace of Jasonâs hips against your mouth. âFuck,â you whimper.
His eyes contain an emerald ire, as if heâs just barely restraining himself from pushing Roy aside and fucking you like he knows you like. You canât help but stutter forward, body spasming in Royâs secure grasp as your orgasm releases a euphoric, chilling heat all across your body.
Jason removes his dick, moving to support your weight with Roy as they savor every wrecked moan that crackles from your abused throat.
They only allow you to recover for so long before Jason smacks his veiny cock against the side of your mouth for you to open again. âJust like that,â he rumbles your name out lowly. âGood girl.â He nods at Roy who follows his lead and smacks your ass, reveling in how your abused cheeks jiggle salaciously in response.
Jason drags his cock in and out of your swollen, spit-covered lips a few more times before he maneuvers himself into a crouch.
âWhat are you-" you start, but his gentle fluttering against your clit cuts you off immediately.Â
His rough hand instantly stifles your wrecked moan. âI know you can come again,â Jason says, drawing another pathetic weep from you. âThatâs right, youâre gonna show Roy what a slut you are, arenât you?â Your thighs unwittingly snap shut around Jasonâs skillful fingers, only to instantly be forced back open with a dark smirk. âThere we go.â
His dark green eyes capture yours as he slurps at his slick-covered fingers before shoving them down your throat.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head.
He chuckles darkly, looking between his two-fucked out partners with a sadistic glee only Jason could harbor. He shoves his calloused fingers further down your throat, earning a low moan that vibrates straight down to his cock. You wriggle impatiently and he gets the message. Jasonâs free hand snakes teasingly down your panting torso to tickle your pulsating clit while his other hand fucks into your obedient throat.
With his expert fingers, itâs no surprise that you come again.
Your wobbly knees nearly give out to crumble down onto Royâs dirty, discarded uniform on the floor below you. Luckily, he catches you before you can come back into contact with the disgusting swamp muck.Â
Roy forces his dick back inside your overly-sensitive cunt without missing a beat.
âRoy!â you exclaim as the overwhelming yet welcomed stretch starts up again. Your thighs have yet to stop shaking, but if anything, it only makes Roy fuck into you with reckless, primal abandon.Â
His freckled hips snap in and out of your doubled-over body at a toe-curling pace while Jay pumps his cock at the desperate display.
Roy doesnât last much longer after your second orgasm.
The lewd sound of his dick squelching in and out of your slick-filled pussy, coupled with the clenching of your fluttering heat does him in.
What Roy doesnât expect is for Jason to watch him come so carnally.Â
âYou good?â Jasonâs voice rumbles lowly like a predator closing in on his prey. It draws another spurt of come from his sore dick with a pained groan.
âFuck, Jay,â he pants as he looks between you and his friend.Â
Roy tiredly crumbles to the dirty uniforms below with you still in his arms. You willingly follow, too exhausted to remain standing.
âDonât think Iâd mind seeing the two of you like this again,â Jason says. He stands from his crouch, staring down at the two of you with a domineering demeanor. âShit. Yes,â he groans when you and Roy move toward his thick cock in transfixed unison. âSo fucking good.â
You and Roy share Jason nicely, taking turns licking lewdly up and down his veiny length. It takes a moment to find a rhythm, but once you do, youâre eagerly sucking and exchanging heavy-lidded glances with the redhead beside you.
Roy takes over, flicking and moving his tongue obscenely for your pleasure. When he pulls off, he spits onto Jasonâs dick, causing it to bob up and down in arousal. You waste no time in slurping it up, using it as lube to work Jasonâs cock deeper down your throat. This, however, only lasts so long before Royâs grabbing the back of your head to pull you in for a messy, toe-curling kiss.
He stares down at Royâs noisy slurps, then at your teasing flicks with barely concealed dark want hiding behind his slitted emerald eyes.
Heâs rough with both of you, taking a fistful of each of your hair to intermittently draw each of you down onto his cock, one after the other. If no one had heard you getting the best orgasms of your life earlier, they were now definitely hearing Jasonâs gasps and curses clear as day.
You feel Royâs eyes on you the entire time. Normally youâd be anxious with his undivided attention, but right now, it only spurs you to suck in Jasonâs length deeper. You moan around his cock, feeling tears trickle out onto your cheeks as you finally manage to reach his hairy base.
Royâs hands flit across your body, finally landing on your tits as he leaves open-mouthed kisses along your sensitive neck. You instinctively lean into the touch, eyes rolling to the back of your head, when Jason slowly begins to rock in and out of your throat.
Theyâre both unable to tear their eyes away from the show youâre putting on, but it does stop Royâs breathy question, âYou like having both of us sucking your dick, Jay?â
âShut up, Harper,â Jason groans as he halfheartedly glares down at the redhead.Â
All at once, your deep-throating ceases as Jason replaces your mouth with Royâs.
You watch as Roy gets a far more aggressive treatment as if theyâve done this before. Jasonâs brows furrow together as his long fingers regain their grip on Royâs fiery tresses before snapping far down into his throat at a brutal pace.
You gasp at the sight and are even more surprised they both falter to look at you.
âI-" What do you even say? âThis is the hottest shit Iâve ever seen and I want both of you in me at the same timeâ?
âWell,â Roy smirks wolfishly after he pulls off of Jasonâs red-tipped cock with a lewd âpop,' âIâm down.â Jasonâs biting down painfully on his lower lip, cock gripped strongly in his fist as he wills himself not to come from your words alone. Seeing this, Roy, of course, doesnât let him off the hook so easily. âWould you want that, Jay? You want to feel that wet, tight cunt again while your dick rubs against mine?â
Youâve never seen someone come so fast.
Jasonâs lips part slightly as he pumps his hot come all across your and Royâs fucked-out, sweat-glistened bodies. His moan is breathy, slightly broken as the last of his orgasm spurts out across the two of your expectant tongues.
âFuck,â Jason curses. He stares down at both of your slumped, sticky bodies like heâs trying to figure out if this is actually real.
By the time youâre all done making up for all the lost time, your fingers have pruned and your legs are too wobbly to hold your body. Needless to say, the quick trek back to the cockpit is the worst walk of shame any of you have ever experienced.
A/N: this was a total self indulgent fic- i hope you enjoyed and lmk if you did! I've been in a huge creative rut recently :\
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bit racist to give ur random oc an asian name when you're not asian btw.
You talking about Sadao? Sadao doesn't belong to me but @inkspottie
And it's a name? It's not racist to give someone a name from another nationality? The OC I think you're talking about IS Japanese, so he's gonna have a japanese name? It's litterally nothing wrong? By you're logic it's racist to give a oc a name originating from Europe when you're not European, but I bet you don't think it that way No it's not racist to give a OC a name from another culture so let me refresh your memory of what racism is because apparently it's not clear Racism consits of DISCRIMINATING people for their skin color, nationality or stuff alike, exemple saying that black people are inferior to white people or vice versa, both are racist, but GIVING an asian name to an ASIAN character isn't racist And it isn't culture claiming or the likes? I don't get your point
By your logic as well, I can tell people using French names they're racist to use these names if not French. Too bad it's not, I'm French and I have no offenses taken in people using French names because a NAME is a NAME! I honestly think NOBODY that is Asian here think it's racist that someone gave their OC an asian name while the owner themselves is not asian
#arkanicdevotion#what the flip#bro what#just dude damn#atleast put that in the correct person's asks?#and don't be so rude
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