#sorry it took me so long to make this aa-

[themissinghand]

Hello..I hope you have a wonderful day..I'm glad to see you..Can I ask Sung Jinwoo x cheerful female reader..Reader met Jinwoo for the first time when he was still E rank..Reader fell in love with him first ..She is always by Jinwoo's side when Jinwoo is always looked down upon by others.She also helps Jinwoo financially because she want to help him as much as possible.And the Reader meets Jinwoo's younger sister, Jinah and straight up says 'please let me marry your brother'..(Surely the situation will be lively with the behavior of both of them .(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)..)..Jinah like aa okay??...Reader must be surprised when they see Jinwoo's new look.Reader be like: 'Where is my baby boy!!!.. As far as I know about he, he doesn't have a twin!!” dramatically…

Okay... Thank you... Take care of yourself(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠).. Hope you are not stressed by my request.. Bye-bye(⁠θ⁠‿⁠θ⁠)..

Solo Leveling: Little King, Big King

Summary: In which Jinwoo will always be your little king, even if puberty hits him hard.

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x cheerful F! Reader

Note: Such a cute request! As well, thanks for your patience, sorry that I took so long! 

Warning: None! 

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“What is a kid doing here?”

Jinwoo perks up when he hears someone approach him. He turns around, seeing a taller girl staring at him with a cheeky smile. 

“Heya! Are you okay? Are you lost? How old are you?” She bombarded him with questions, and Jinwoo felt overwhelmed by her curiosity. Were she from another team? Probably, he had never met her before. 

“Hold on. You’re hurt.” She pulls out a potion, and without giving Jinwoo time to react, she immediately gave it to him. 

“Drink little guy. Next time, don’t wander into a dungeon by yourself alright? It’s dangerous.” 

“I’m 16.” Jinwoo deadpanned, and she gasped dramatically. 

“No way, me too!” She cheered, and Jinwoo sweatdropped at her cheerful personality. 

“Hold on, drink first. Then I’ll take you with me! You’re from the other team right? They abandoned you here? What a crazy bunch of adults!” Her words spew out of her easily, making Jinwoo a bit flustered in keeping up with her speed. Instead, he only nodded absentmindly, staring at the potion in his hand.

“Drink up little guy. What are you waiting for? Big sister will help you.” She grinned, and waited for him. 

Big sister? We're literally the same age.

Seeing her insistence, he drank the potion anyway, feeling his injuries and fatigue wash away.

“Now you look better! Come on, I’ll help you get back to your family.” She extended her hand that was also full of calluses. Was she also working like him?

“My name is (L/N) (Y/N)! What’s your name?” 

“...Sung Jinwoo.” He accepted her hand, and she shakes his hand firmly. 

“I finally met someone my age in the dungeons!” She then started leading the way, leading him away from his team who had already abandoned him, and toward another group of people. 

“I’m a gunslinger by the way, so I use guns. I’m only a C-rank though, but I have good eyes like a scout! What about you?” He flinches when she asked, and he felt ashamed of his own weakness. 

“I’m an E-rank hunter.” Jinwoo pull apart, feeling the embarrassment settle in, and he didn’t dare to look up at (Y/N), after all, she probably is disappointed-

“Okay, do you want to come with me?” Despite it all, your cheerful expression did not falter. 

Well, it’s better than here. 

Jinwoo took your hand without looking back.

Jinwoo was used to the judging eyes and disapproving looks. 

So he was bewildered to see you blissfully walk past them without a single care in the world. 

Were you just simply ignorant? 

“Ignore them. They’re always gonna judge others and put us down.” Jinwoo felt a squeeze.

“I know how you feel.” Jinwoo wondered what expression you have now, and when you turned around, you had a gentle smile on your face. 

“Come on, I’ll treat you to some convenient store food. I’m starving and I earned enough.” 

Jinwoo followed her into the store, and watched her skip and twirl until she stopped in front of instant ramen. Then, she shoved it towards him. 

Before Jinwoo could say anything, she patted his shoulder. 

“At times like this, we have to stick together! Just because we poor, doesn’t mean we’re a doormat!” 

Jinwoo blinked, but he couldn’t hold back his laugh. 

“Aww, you’re so cute when you laugh! Like a teddy bear!” Her compliment made him blush and hide away, but she didn’t stop pestering him about it until they finally got their ramen ready to eat.

“Hey, add my number, you’re in a tough spot right?” Jinwoo flinches, feeling shame, but seeing your concerned face, he felt relieved. 

“I’ll help you, and when you grow up, you can pay me back! Promise?” Sticking out your pinky like a child, you grinned brightly. 

Jinwoo could only smile gratefully, before locking pinkies. 

There and then, a promise was made.

“Mom! Jinwoo-oppa got fried chicken for us! And he brought a friend over!” 

It’s been a couple of months since that promise, and to his surprise, you didn't break the promise. In fact, you supported him...a lot.

“Oh dear, you didn’t have to.” 

“Nice to meet you Auntie, my name is (L/N) (Y/N), and this one's on me. Don’t worry!” 

“You’re too sweet, but we can’t-” 

“It’s okay! Jinwoo helped me a lot, so this is me paying him back!” 

JInwoo watched as you debated with his mom, going back and forth until his mom gave in with a smile. 

Before he knew it, everyone gathered around the table and began digging in. Soon, Jinah began bombarding you with questions, such as how you met, and-

“Do you like my oppa?” 

“Of course I do! I’ll marry him when I grow up!” 

Jinwoo froze in embarrassment, while his mom was simply a little bit surprised, before a cheeky and playful look replaced it quickly, just like his little sister. 

“Really?” 

“Yep! He’s the cutest boy I’ve ever met! He’s so sweet and cuddly like a teddy bear-” Jinwoo slaps a hand over your mouth while his face remains bright red. 

He felt your lips move still, as if joking or teasing him. 

He felt questioning and teasing stares from his family, and he knew that they would never let this go. 

One meal turned into multiple, until your presence became a norm at his little home. 

“Auntie! I got you and Jinah some skincare! You have to try this!” And your relationship with his mom and sister has grown a lot. 

A little too much. 

“Aigoo, you didn’t have to buy something so expensive for us.” 

“It’s okay Auntie! You always make me delicious food!” 

“Oppa.” Dazed, it took Jinwoo a moment to direct his attention to his sister, who had her arms crossed.

“When are you going to marry (Y/N)-unnie?” 

“W-What?!” She rolled her eyes at him. 

“You better marry her soon or else someone is gonna steal her away!” His sister gives him a little pat of encourage before she runs off towards you and his mom and joining in on the skincare talk. 

He watches as you turn towards him and gave a cheeky little grin before you were tackled into a hug by Jinah. 

Can you really ask you for marriage? Does he have the right to ask you when he’s still this weak? He still needs to rely on you to survive. 

He can’t, at least not now. 

When he grows up, Jinwoo promises to pay you back and protect you. 

He just hopes that day will come soon. 

“Jinwoo!”

He can’t die now. 

Even if his vision is blurred by blood or if hope is nothing but a bitter dream. 

He won’t die here. 

“Jinwoo?” 

Just as surprised as you were, Jinwoo noticed that he was much taller than you now. He chuckled, noticing how you seemed very confused as you peaked around him, as if analyzing and trying to figure out what is going on. 

“Jinwoo doesn’t have a twin right…?”

“(Y/N), it’s me.” 

It took a moment for you to process before you held his arms as your eyes turned glossy. Jinwoo panicked as he saw you were going to cry, until you suddenly squeeze his cheeks. 

“Where did my cute teddy bear go! I mean you’re still handsome but...my little king!” He felt a harsh tug and he stumbled forward into your arms. 

“How did puberty hit you this hard!? Was it because you were cursed and then after you woke up from a coma, you finally were able to grow?” 

What is this? Some cliche manhwa plot? 

Jinwoo pull you apart easily, shocking you again, but instead he pulls you into a hug. 

“Don’t worry, I’m still your teddy bear.” 

“But you’re too big for me to spoon you now!” Jinwoo bursts out laughing at your pouting face which is full of disappointment. 

“(Y/N), I’ll spoon you.” Before you could say another word, he holds your hand tightly. 

“(Y/N), remember our promise long ago?” You nod slowly, clearly missing his old self. 

“I’ll protect you, and pay you back for everything you did for me and my family.” 

“You don’t have to-” 

“It’s a promise, and we pinky promised it.” 

“Not fair! How come your puppy eyes are still the same even when you’re big!” You playfully cross your arms, before a cheeky grin appeared on your lips. 

“Fine, treat me to fried chicken okay?” 

“Anything you want.” 

“Let me spoon you?” Jinwoo laughs. 

“If you can.” He ruffles your hair, making you jump and punch him playfully. 

“Jinwoo! This is why I like your little version better! At least he was cute and he listens to me-” Jinwoo pulls you closer by the waist, making you yelp by instinct. 

“Am I still not cute?” You push him away. 

“You’re handsome, not cute. There’s a difference.” Jinwoo smirks when he sees you turn away with a blush on your cheeks. 

“Unnie, you can just marry him and then when you have children, there will be mini-versions of him again!” 

“Jinah!” 

JInwoo laughs, that actually doesn’t sound too bad. 

[hitomisuzuya]

hii its my first time requesting i hope its okay..!

can i request a soft first time fic with scara? aa thank you for your writing..! it always makes me feel giddy hehe

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Soft smut. Soft Scara. Loss of virginity. Fingering.

Thank you very much for you kind words🥺 Sorry this took so long.

Scaramouche did his best to make sure his room had a very comfortable atmosphere. The black lights in his room where put on a soothing hue, scented candles lit in various places. He knew you would be feeling quite frankly scared, and vulnerable since it was your first time having sex. He wants to put your mind at ease, and take your mind off that vulnerability as much as he could.

He couldn't lie and say he wasn't nervous himself. You look so fragile and delicate laying sprawled out underneath him, blushing darker with every article of clothing to gently removed and discarded on the floor.

You looked away from him shyly as he took off your panties. "Your shyness is adorable," Scaramouche chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss you as he started to settle himself over you, "Don't worry," He soothed, giving you another light kiss that made your heart flutter, "Just relax, and let me take care of everything," His hand caressed your cheek.

You turned your cheek into his hand, and nodded. "I trust you," You said softly, and in that moment he fell in love with you more. Someone like you was willing to put all of your trust into the likes of him.

Letting out a shaky breath, Scaramouche was eager to get started. He trailed soft kisses down your neck to your collar bone, his hands trailing up and down your body. He had a roadmap to lay out now, being as inexperienced as you are, you were going to sensitive to intimate touch.

He would commit every part that made you shiver and softly moan to memory. No promises that he wouldn't get carried away exploiting them when he could be more rough with you.

But a rough hand was not what this situation called for.

His thumbs skimmed featherlight across your nipples, smiling a little feeling your body start to relax in the pleasureable tingles that was making wet gather between your legs. Shifting restlessly on the bed, you moved it into his touches.

This was nothing but encouraging to Scaramouche. The pads of his fingers folded around your nipples, lightly pinching and rolling the sensitive nub. That keened the sweetest moans from you, rising in octave as he increased the stimulation.

In a knee jerk reaction to the pleasure, your hips jerked up to grind against his hardening cock. He groaned feeling feeling how wet his ministrations were making you. "Easy, kitten," He teased, your small shy squeak made his cock pulse with the need to take you now, "Let me take my time," He needed to say that for his benefit as well.

Did you even realize how intoxicating you were?

It sent him reeling how needily you grinded on his cock again, whimpering just as needily as he flicked his tongue around your now hardened nipple. The sensation of his tongue sent shocks of pleasure to your swelling clit.

Every touch and stroke from his capable hands made your body ache for him. Your arms wound around his neck, your shaking hand finding the back of his head to press his mouth onto your breast. You really are winding him up now as well, so much so that had to remind himself to be gentle with you.

The way you were starting to write underneath him, moaning and pressing your body up against his, grinding your puffy pussy against his cock in any way you could was making his self control start to crack.

Scaramouche's growl sounded a little frustrated for a moment, his hand trailing down your thigh. He swallowed your shy moan with his mouth, kissing you slowly and passionately as his fingers dipped between your folds. He took his time stroking and rubbing your clit, devouring your mouth with his tongue and soaking his fingers in your arousal.

"Shh, it's okay. I've got you," He cooed, hearing you cry out softly in brief pain as he pushed a finger inside of you. He needed to prepare you. Your body was tense as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you. He waited until your body relaxed again before pushing a second finger in.

Each delicious rub of his fingers as he gently scissored your walls apart shocked you. Your hips bucked into his fingers, you mewled in bliss as he increased his pace. His fingers curling and hooking into your sweet spot made your further spiral into the depths of pleasure.

Your walls clamped tight around his fingers, your back arching as your arms tightened around him. He scooped your nipple into his mouth to suck on, groaning as he felt you clench tighter on his fingers. You were almost there, on the cusps of being ready to take his cock inside of you for the first time.

His cock pulsed harder with excitement.

The look in your eyes, half lidded and already drunk looking with bliss said you were ready. That was the moment he was waiting for. "Give me your hands," He said, giving you a lingering kiss on the lips.

You took your arms from around him. Taking your hands, Scaramouche intertwined his fingers with yours, squeezing your hands in reassurance as he pinned them down onto his bed.

"Please, I want you so badly," You could barely even think, you were only focused on him. He squeezed your hands again, adjusting himself so that his cock lined up with your drooling entrance.

Slowly, Scaramouche pushed his cock inside of you. Your eyes widened in shock a little, your body tightening in pain again. Letting go of one of your hands, he reached down to rub your clit to help you relax.

"Feels good," You moaned softly, rolling your hips up to help draw his cock inside of you. A sure sign that you were no longer in pain. You kissed him with urgency, urgency that made him bottom out faster than he was meaning to.

You cried out in pleasure as the head of his cock nudged abruptly into your sweet spot. To make up for somewhat harshly bottoming out, his hips rocked slowly, giving you time to adjust before he started thrusting.

"So warm," He moaned, quivering with pleasure as your hips rocked up to meet up him halfway in his thrust, "so tight," He stole your moans up with his mouth, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He bit at your lower lip, "so fucking perfect."

His husky moans mingled with yours, swept up in the pleasure of having you clench so tightly around his cock for the first time. Being as sensitive as you are, it didn't take long for you to cum shaking on the cock.

"Can I cum inside?" You swore you thought you heard a soft whimper tinged in his voice. He only fell in love with you more when you nodded, placing a tender kiss on your lips.

[cheriladycl01]

Just some Stray - Sergio Perez x Mechanic! Reader

Plot: Sergio decides to spend his summer break how most drivers do, but his car breaks down in an unknown country and he needs to find help.

It was a pretty standard day for you in the UK. It was a Monday so you were working in the garage that your dad used to own beofre he passed it onto you and your brother. You had an oil change on a Vauxhall Corsa in the morning, an overheating engine just before lunch in a Audi A3.

It was your turn to go get lunch for you and the rest of the staff. Everyone agreed on the local sandwich shop that was only a 5 minute drive away. You took the company car, not wanting to waste your own petrol even on a 5 minute drive, and gave the hearty order of food to the lady at the till who comically wiped the non existent sweat off her forehead.

You waited on one of the seats scrolling through your phone before your name was called with the large order.

“Hmmmm there’s a lot right? Could you help me take it to the truck?” You asked politely. The chef nods seeing its a slow day and takes the boxes and helps you load them onto the back seats.

“Thank you for the help” you grin in a flirty sort of way before running off and into the drivers seat. You crank the windows down and turn the old radio that only had three different stations tuned to it.

As your driving down the winding country road back to the garage, you slow down seeing a car pulled into a lay-by, a man shouting into his phone on the grass bank.

“Hey, you good?” You shout out your window that’s rolled down as you look over at the car that’s steaming at the front from the bonnet.

“Si, I mean yes sorry” he says seemingly struggling to switch from his phone call in Spanish to English with you.

“It looks like your engines overheated, this car looks pretty new too, which is kind of concerning” you point out as you check your wing mirror to make sure no one’s speeding round the country lane behind you.

“Let me pull over and help” you say as you put you car gear from neutral back into first to pull off.

“No no that isn’t necessary, my … friend? Has already called … erm this company?” He says showing you his phone and the AA roadside assistance number.

“Ahh man how long have they told you?” You ask and he shrugs before he answers his phone again.

“5 hours! WHAT! I can’t be on the side of this little windy road for 5 hours are you kidding me?” He asks to the supposed friend on the other line.

“That’s what I’m telling you, look I own a garage I can get your car there and fix it up for you! Much cheaper than AA I promise, and quicker” you nod and he sighs before having a hushed conversation with the friend.

You pull up in front of his car and jump out just as he ends the call.

“You have a garage?” He asks with a suspicious look. You understood that it was a nice car and he probably thought you’d try and drive off with it or something.

“Yes, I’m a mechanic. I can take a look at the car but … it’s going to be an in garage job” you sigh having seen many sporty cars get like this if they were driven a little … boyishly? If that’s even a word.

Which you didn’t expect from this older, Mexican, gentleman.

“Yes please take a look” he says clasping his hands together. You leave with a little laugh going round to the front of the car and popping up the bonnet.

A huge puff of water like smoke come burning up into your face making you flush a little red but it wasn’t anything that you weren’t used to.

“Okay, yeah it’s the cooling system. I can fix it up at the shop” you say wiping the sweat off the forehead from the sheer heat that was coming from the car.

“Alright, how will you get it to the shop” he asks and you point at the truck that allows you to get one car on the back.

“Can you even do that” he asks scratching the back of his neck. Even though many others would have taken offence to that, you couldn’t help but laugh it off as it didn’t look like an easy job.

“Yeah, don’t worry I won’t get a scratch on her” you smile before you climb up onto the back of the truck, grabbing the main chain to lift the car up.

After closing the bonnet and attaching the chain to the car you start your own engine and pulling the car up onto the truck with Sergio’s guidance. Once it’s on you come out to secure it and make sure it won’t roll off even on the 3 minute drive back to the garage.

“Okay, you can jump in” you smile once you show him the car is secure. He goes into the passenger side while you wait for some traffic to go past and walk round to the drivers side.

“Oh erm, you want a sandwich or something? We got some spares” you point to the back where the boxes and bags of sandwiches are. You grab the bag that had your sandwich in and split it in half.

“What is in it?” He asks inspecting his half and the fillings inside.

“I think it’s supposed to be like a Fajita ciabatta? So it’s got like chicken, peppers, salsa and all that healthy stuff, Yano?” You say looking happily at your sandwich and you lean back into your seat starting to enjoy your lunch.

“Why are you being so nice?” He asks with a raised eyebrow, a look of curiosity and suspicion on his face, his thick brows almost furrowed.

“Aren’t you used to people being nice?” You laugh, wiping your mouth just incase there was so sauce there as you turned to face him in shock.

“Look, I’m a mechanic. It would have played on my mind all day if I didn’t stop and help. And besides I don’t think I’ve ever had a car THIS nice in my shop” you grin and he nods with a small polite smile on his face.

“You like?” You ask and his head shoots up to look at you in shock.

“Excuse me?!” He gasps out looking at you.

“The sandwich do you like it?” You ask again this time a little bit more direct with what you were asking whether he liked or not.

“Oh yeah, it’s very nice. Thank you for sharing” he nods taking another bite of his half of your sandwich.

“Anytime, and besides I got spares too, so I can have my filling later if half doesn’t turn out to be enough. So if you don’t mind me asking, where were you going in such a rush? And don’t lie to me, you were 100% driving that car like a manic for the cooling to already be knackered” you admit looking over to him when it’s safe to do so.

“Erm, work? A meeting with my boss” he sighs knowing he definitely has missed that meeting now.

“Oh, is that the er friend that was on the phone with you earlier?” You ask cocking your head to the side as your turn down a side road, coming onto a busier street.

“Oh no, that was my … helper while I’m here in the UK” he admits and for the first time you hadn’t even considered that he didn’t fully know where he was going as this country might not be familiar to him.

“And where possibly could you be heading to work between Buckingham and Towcester” you laugh, meaning it as a joke not expecting his to divulge his whole life to you.

“Ah just my bosses place, he’s very personal” he nods knowing he didn’t want to tell this very attractive woman who he really was.

“Okay here we are” you say pulling into the garage, reversing in so it’s easier for the boys to get the car in.

“Whose this?” Fred, one of the mechanics who you worked with asks looking at Sergio who’d just jumped out of the truck.

“Ahhh just some stray, get his car in. He’s got a cooling problem and a boss to try get too on time” you smirk as your fellow colleagues help get the car off the truck.

“Dude this is a nice car. Who do you work for to afford a car like this” someone whistles as it’s rolled down and into your section of the garage.

“And how have you knackered the cooling already?” Another chips in looking at what you were writing in your pad.

Sergio watches as you get to work on his car, it was a very attractive sight and he never knew seeing a woman work and get her hands dirty would be such a turn on for him.

In about 30 minutes you’ve fixed what you found to be the issue and offer him an oil change as to you it didn’t look like it had been done for years and knowing Christian and his cars it probably hadn’t.

“All done, your good to make your way to you boss” you say swinging a spanner round your finger before catching it in your hand as you walk over to him.

“How much do I owe you?” He asks starting to dive into his pocket for money.

“Ahh consider this on the house” you smile and he again looks so shocked with how nice you are being to him.

“No, I refuse” handing you over £500 which is seriously over the asking price for the job, and it shows when your mouth falls open like a goldfish.

“I can’t - I can’t accept this” you say trying to get him to take it back. But of course he won’t budge.

“And my number too? If you, you know want it?” He asks shyly and you pretend to think for a second before switching details with him.

“I’ll text you later then, drive safely yeah?” You ask and all he does it nod before leaving and driving away.

And audible sigh comes from you, until your phone pings with a voice note from none other than mystery break down guy. Whose saved his name as Sergio in your phone.

Dinner me and you, tonight 6pm?

And you were smiling and grinning like an idiot for the rest of the day.

y/user

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y/user: Met a guy who broke down on the road today, shared my sandwich with him and drove him to the garage.

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schecoperez: thank you for … everything

user1: babe why is an F1 driver in your comments?

-> y/user: EXCUSE ME?

y/user: Sergio? You have some explaining to do!

-> schecoperez: Erm oops? 🫣🤙🏼

-> y/user: oops? You cannot just say that to this kind of revelation 😳

y/user: I feel stupid 😭

user2: its hilarious that you just towed a random man AND shared your food, you never anything

user3: no way Checo broke down and this sweet girl helped him.

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[talesof-old]

breaking | j.p.

pairing(s): james potter x gn!reader

warning(s): angst, breakups, leaving long term relationships, implied unfaithfulness (james doesn’t actually cheat), other woman lily evans, reader deserves better, idk this isn’t proofread or edited, they could never make me hate you lily

word count: 1.2k

a/n: sorry this took me so long, i’ve been teaching myself to crochet and i’m also trying to leave my current job

masterlist

james potter + relationship breakup + no happy ending

It used to be easy, saying James Potter was the best boyfriend you’d ever had.

He’d gone out of his way to shower you in affection and prove himself a capable partner. He’d remembered every important date, what your favorite things were, and why you hated the things you hated. James had been perfect.

You leaned back in your chair. Pieces of parchment littered the desktop, ink staining the expensive wood. You’d given up on caring. A glance at the clock on the wall gave you the time.

22:15.

You huffed. Date night, James had said, like that would fix whatever this was.

This, really, was a wedge driven in unknowingly by one Miss Lily Evans. You couldn’t blame her, really. If you’d asked, she would back away from her friendship with James and be perfectly content. That’s what made it so hard to hate her. She liked you, and would do anything to maintain your friendship.

Instead, like a fool, you’d believed James when he said he’d be home early to have dinner with you. After an hour had passed you’d changed out of your nice clothes and into a pair of pajamas, choosing to work to pass the time. About twenty minutes later, you heard the front door open.

In shuffled a weary James, glasses askew and hair messy. Your heart clenched. Here stood the boy (now man) you’d given your heart to years ago. Here he was, breaking it.

“Hey.” Your voice filled the dimly light room, echoing in the bare corners like some evil spirit.

He looked up at you, eyes blinking owlishly as he tugged off his shoes. It took just a second for the image of you to register. His lips twisted into a guilty grimace, though you weren’t sure he was genuinely regretful.

As he approached, you were hit with a wave of floral and ink perfume. You sighed. Lily’s perfume, which she’d found sometime during your time at Hogwarts and stuck to, was far from unfamiliar. It suited her beautifully, though currently it clung to your skin like aa unwanted disease.

“I’m sorry, we got caught up at the pub.” You nodded. The boys night Sirius had proposed. To forget everything going on for one night. Perhaps you should’ve told James just to stay at your friends’ flat tonight instead.

“We had plans.” Your voice wavered, the telltale sign of tears burning your throat. James nodded solemnly. He made to reach for you, but seemed to second guess himself as you shied away.

“I’m sorry, honey, but Pads wanted to stay-“

“Okay.” The finality in your tone had him pausing, brow furrowed. You moved then, gathering up your papers as tears pricked at your eyes. The rational part of you knew that you needed to speak up about your feelings in order to make a change, but you also didn’t feel like you should have to. James made plans with you, his partner; surely that was just as important?

“I’m going to bed.”

Defeat swirled in your gut. Tomorrow, you’d call Mary. If she couldn’t give you advice, she’d at least help you pack up your things.

“Honey, please.” Something desperate filled his tone. You clicked your tongue to distract yourself from the heaviness in your chest. James stepped forward.

“I just lost track of time, promise. I’ll make it up to you.” You shook your head. This was the make up. This was the second chance. Not a single bone in your body wanted to give him a third. It wasn’t fair to expect you to continue to shatter your heart just for him. You cared more about yourself than that to let it continue.

“You already made a promise like that James, don’t lie to me.” Irritation flashed across his face.

“I’m not lying.” You huffed, clutching your papers in your hands. You’d leave the ink. He’d probably need it more than you.

“Merlin, You told me that the last time, James. What else am I supposed to believe?” He ran a hand through his messy curls. “I don’t understand.”

An incredulous expression took up residence on your face. You blinked furiously as you looked at him.

“What don’t you understand? You come home to me after missing an apology dinner, smelling like another woman. Lily Evans no less.” Venom laced itself through the words as you spoke them. His jaw clenched and he crossed his arms. Muscles tensed as he took in the anger in your eyes. You didn’t often get angry, not like this.

“Lily is my friend, I won’t let you make me feel like shit for spending time with her.” You threw your hands up in the air. The clock down the hallway ticked away, eating at you as you turned away from him.

“I never asked that of you, don’t you dare put words in my mouth.” Tears finally spilled over your cheeks. He scoffed.

“At least look at me.”

You whirled around, eyes glassy and lip trembling. Frustration rose. Here you were, crying over the loss of a relationship that hadn’t even ended yet. You swiped at the tear tracks.

“Why? I can’t do this anymore James. I love you, really, but it isn’t fair for me to have to keep asking you to occasionally put me first.” James wore an expressionless look as you spoke. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears, an unsteadying drum to your own heartache.

“I do. I don’t understand where this is coming from.” A forlorn feeling took root in your stomach. He didn’t understand. Maybe you were fooling yourself, thinking you could work through this one. After everything, it was too much to bear.

“Alright.” He furrowed his dark brows.

“I’ll ask Mary if she can swing by tomorrow and help me pack up my things.” He startled, reaching for you once more. A sob caught in your throat as he gripped your shoulders. The soft florals of Lily’s perfume engulfed you.

“What? No, what are you talking about?”

Something undecipherable had leaked into James’ words, panicked and shaky as he searched your face. All he found was resignation. You were giving up. James shook his head, licking his lips and leaning down to stare directly into your teary eyes.

“You’re leaving me?”

You let out a breathy laugh, humorless and cold as it curled around your ears.

“You spend more time with Lily than me these days. I won’t fight for someone who isn’t doing the same.” You watched as his face fell. His lips parted as though to speak, but no words fell from his lips. You knew he couldn’t defend himself from the truth; at the very least, he couldn’t defend himself from this truth.

You spoke again. “I love you.”

You pried yourself from his tense grasp and made your way back to the bedroom, locking yourself in the bathroom for privacy. After tomorrow, you’d no longer be in a relationship. James would no longer be your boyfriend, and peace would have to be made. You shared too many friends for the opposite to be an option. You sighed, pressing the palms of your hands into your eyes to keep the tears at bay.

When did it all go wrong?

[emilicious0]

omg you have the option to ask anonymously turned off thats so embarrassing i mean i’m still gonna ask tho 🤗🤗

thoughts or hcs on subby lucifer w a dominant fem reader? i literally love him i wanna treat my princess right 😔🫶

subby! lucifer x dominant! fem! reader

a/n SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG WARNING: NSFW

□ omg he is a subby little princess, even in regular life

□ when you two are out for a walk, he would like to feel your hand on his lower back (or somewhere else too) or if you take a seat, he would like to sit on your lap whenever/wherever you two are, feeling your hand on caressing his tigh

□ when you two are alone, well THEN things get more interesting, bc this man is desperate for you all the time

□ he wants to be loved by you, give you pleasure, be your "princess"

□ teasing and edging are his worst nightmares of all, which he is into, but when you count it as punishment lucifer cant bear it, he wants to be your good boy

"honey, p-please! I´ll be such good boy, I promise!"

□ it doesn't matter what you are doing to him, he is vocal like... wow, he is so loud.

□ especially when you treat him like a good boy he was, the man starts meowing and almost purring thanking you

"thank you! thank you! thank you! a-ah... aa-ah..."

□ but PLEASING YOU wow

□ he wants to be a good boy, so he makes sure to give you pleasure you deserve

□ giving head is his way of life, and being between your thighs never gets boring to him

□ loves, when you squeeze him between your legs

□ wants to hear you praise him, would get hard again and again (constantly getting boners even in public places bc you praised him)

□ but most of all he loves that you are doing it together and for him its an act of love, so he tells you this everytime you two are at it

"I love you so-so much!"

[amell333]

My pretty boy no matter what S.R

!!English is not my first languge!!

Summary: Spencer is feeling a little insecure since his contacts had to be renewed and have to wear glasses for a week or so.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Male Reader

content warnings: Spencer being insecure, and nerves what reader think. But mostly just pure fluff.

Spencer have had aa problem with his contacts for a while, and now have to wear his old glasses for a week or so. He didn’t partially have a problem with it. back a few years after he joined the BAU he wore them all the time (season 2 btw).  

He didn’t really care about what people thought, everyone had seen him with his glasses anyway, he was fine with glasses had no problem with them, sure they could be annoying and fog up easily, but he didn’t mind.

And that Wednesday morning wasn’t any different. He had been busy getting new glasses because the old once broke so he hadn’t been able to see since Monday and that did so he couldn’t work. He finally came back to the BAU. And of course, the first he went looking for, after putting his jacket and bag down, was of course you, his favorite boy, he wasn’t going to tell you that though.

After Spencer had looked for almost 10 minutes and simply could not find you, he went to JJ and Morgen to see if they know where you may have gone of to.

“Hey... uhm… Guys do you know where (M/N) is? I can’t find him.” Only after he asked he realized maybe it was not the best idea to and Darek Morgen, JJ was fine but Morgen. No yeah Morgen was totally going to tease the shit out of Spencer after he found you.

“Oh (M/N)? yeah last I saw his he was with Pen in her office.” JJ gave him a small smile after telling but before he could go Darek couldn’t wait with start teasing Spencer. “Oh lover boy looking for his little crush huh?” Spencer’s face turned red and his ears felt all hot.

“What!? Crush?! Wh- what no no…no no. ofcoursenotwhywouldyousayoreventhingthatwhat. No.” Darek and JJ started laughing. “Calm down pretty boy go find you lover boy ok.”

Without a word Spencer quickly left the scene to go find you where he hopefully thought was in Penelope’s office.

Not long after Spencer reached the office. And when he got closer, he could hear the voice of not only Garcia but also you. But just as he was about to push the door wider to step in and greet you and of course Penelope. He heard you say something interesting.

“That’s exactly why I hate glasses. They look all dorky and stupid they fog up. And is honestly just ugly, they don’t look good on anyone!” Spencer never cared what people thought about him he really didn’t. but… you were not people. You were (M/N). His (M/N). Your opinion matters the most to him. He cared what you thought about him.

He stopped himself before opening the door. He couldn’t let you see him like this. He wouldn’t.

But if he had just stayed a little longer he would have heard what was actually being said.

“What!?!?” Pen looked shocked wide eyes looking at (M/N). mouth gape staring at you. “why would he say that?! He’s only like ten! He’s too young to think that! Plus glasses does not make everyone look ugly that is an insult to me and my beauty!”

“I know Pen. I told my little brother that to. But he’s just scared he doesn’t want to get bullied and picked on by his friends and the other kids in the school.” you looked back at her. “and yeah you do look absolutely amazingly gorgeous.” You said that with a smirk on you’re lips.

“Ugh… darling you’re too sweet on me. But I know my glasses are so stylish and absolutely fabulous!” they both of you laughed. Then you checked the time. “Oh sorry Pen I got to go back to my desk, can’t stay here and chat forever. If only.” “See you later hun.”

You took you’re coffee mug from her table, thinking you could might as well fill it up on you’re way back. Plus you really needed something to wake you up, and that something is a hot cup of coffee.

When you walked in ready to finally get you’re hands on a nice cup of coffee you saw spencer. You’re face lit up. You haven’t seen him in days and he hadn’t texted you why, almost made you think he was ignoring you, you would have if he hadn’t texted you yesterday saying sorry he hadn’t answered back, but not telling why.

Spencer almost had his entire back turned to you. “ Hey Spence how-“ before you could say anything more Spencer hurriedly took something off his face and hid his had and the object in his pocket. He quietly and fast greeted you before running of. And that’s wired because you’ve never seen Spencer run by choice. Something was definitely wrong.

All day Spencer had avoided you and you didn’t know why. Evry time you walked into the same room as him we were fast you walk out laving you there confused and dazed. Why didn’t he want to talk to you? Normally you were the first he would greet. And he would normally be all excited to see you after only not seeing you for a day.

This was wired like really wired. He have never ever acted like this. So why? Did you do something? What could you have done to make you’re nerdy best fried avoid you, like you were the plage or something.

You really didn’t know. But what you did know was you were going to find out.

And that’s what you did, you went into full detective mode. You asked almost everyone on the team they thought it was wired as well. If there was one person, he never ignored it was you.

While you were asking around trying to find out what you could have done. Penelope was the 2.0 version of Sherlock Holmes. She had a feeling what could be wrong with Spencer. So while you were out asking trying to find out what was wrong, Pen was literally interrogating Spencer.

And after not so long Spencer knew she had figured it out, there was no point in hiding it for her anymore. He told her everything how he had hard how much you hated glasses and he was sorry for basically spying on you and her.

Penelope though was confused. What does he mean hated glasses you had no problem with it. you thought glasses were cute, and even had reading glasses yourself. But then she realized that he hadn’t herd the whole conversation, so while Spencer was rending between how sorry he was for spying and how sad he was about you.

She stopped him and tried to explain what was really said in the conversation and that he had misunderstood it all. Penelope didn’t even have time to finish her explanation before Spencer rushed out, yelling a quick thank you.

When he finally found you, you were sitting at you’re desk looking extremely down. Spencer felt like a big bucket of water just got splashed over his head. he felt so bad when he saw how stressed and sad he had made you. Thinking he should have just talked to you from the start.

He quickly walked over to you and stood at you’re desk. You were quick to notice him, standing up. Before you could ask him or say anything he started ranting about how he had herd you wrong saying how you hated glasses and how he saw sorry he didn’t just talk to you after the whole misunderstanding.

You caught on what had happened. And it wasn’t his fault he didn’t know how to deal with it, you know Spencer had always had trouble with explaining and acting on his emotions and just instead shut of thinking it would go away, and just solve itself.

You couldn’t get a word in, so you did what you had wanted to do since seeing him for the first time. You grabbed his head and shut him up with planting you’re lips on his soft ones, cautious at first, but when you didn’t feel any protesting and instead feeling him start to deepened the kiss kissing you back.

You moved one of you’re hands to the back of his head into the curls in the back, when you did that Spencer leaned further into you and the kiss. You backed away Spencer’s lips quickly trying to get closer to yours again. He looked at you as you look at him.

“You’ve been ignoring me because  you thought I didn’t like how you looked in glasses?” there was silence for a while before nodding his head slowly. “Baby why would you think that.” Spence looked down at the ground studently feeling embarrassed.

“it’s ok Spence. Please don’t look down you look so cute with you’re glasses on” when you said that Spencer’s ears turned red, and a wobbly smile had formed on his lips.

“You’re so pretty. You know that right? You’re my pretty boy” … “Wh-what did you just say” had he herd you wrong? Was he hearing things? Or did you just say he was you’re pretty boy? “ you want to be my pretty boy Spence?” all Spencer could do was nod, still thinking he was dreaming or something. “And glasses or not you’re my pretty bot no matter what Spence.”

You’re lucky no one was in the office at the time or you and Spencer would never hear the end of it but that wasn’t what mattered right now. All that mattered was Spencer at the moment.

Thank you so much for reading my fic. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it. And have a good Day/Afternoon/Night!

[carlislevandiviere]

T-too much!~ | Satoru Gojo x fem! reader

Summary: Gojo overstimulates his beloved to make sure she knows who owns her ᡣ𐭩

Warnings: Overstimulation, Daddy kink, breeding, size kink, begging, Dacryphilia, CNC, and praise kink ᡣ𐭩

CHARACTERS ARE 18+

Italic - author speaking

Author’s pov

Moans, whimpers, and gasps filled Y/n’s room as she was lying on her bed, legs spread apart, wearing only Gojo’s shirt, and a whimpering, crying, and moaning mess as her boyfriend Gojo was eating her out for the fourth time with no breaks.

“B-baby no m-more p-please-ahh!~” Y/n whimpers as tears formed in her eyes from too much pleasure.

Gojo looked at her, still had his tongue inside her warm and deliciously tight heat, and smirked at her trembling legs “It's okay princess you can take it” Gojo said as he pulled her legs closer to him making his tongue go deeper.

This action made Y/n squeal and immediately arched her back as she used her hands to try and push Gojo’s head away from her extremely sensitive cunt “A-ahhh!~ T-too much please sto-” she was cut off by cumming hard in Gojo’s mouth making her arch her back as crying from overstimulation.

Gojo moaned at the delicious sweet taste of his beloved’s juices….so fucking sweet. He licked and cleaned up her cum then pulls away and looks at her “So fucking delicious sweetheart~ such a good girl for me”

Gojo positioned himself on top of Y/n and spread her legs more, he then proceeded to unbuckle his pants and took out his long and thick hard cock.

I just know that poor Y/n’s pussy and womb will be filled up good tonight.

“Ready princess? I know you just came but you want to make me feel good too right?” Gojo smirks knowing that his beloved Y/n won’t be able to say no to him.

Y/n’s pov

I looked at Gojo with my teary eyes and nodded “P-please be gentle-” I was cut off by Gojo immediately inserting his tip inside making me cry “B-big…t-too big!~”

Gojo’s heart fluttered at his beloved’s adorable reaction “So fucking adorable…that's just the tip princess” he continued to put it inside slightly struggling because of the tightness until the whole head is in.

“A-aah!~ b-ba-by” I held onto his biceps struggling to take his huge size as he held my hips in place then suddenly….

“A-ahh!” I squealed making Gojo chuckle “Immediately cumming just from the tip baby? That's cute~ I really need to fuck you more so you can get used to it huh?”

he fucks me every day yet somehow every time feels like the first time.

“C-can’t take anymore-” I was then again cut off by Gojo kissing me as he slams his full length inside me muffling my scream in our kiss as I was holding onto his biceps tightly.

Gojo started thrusting holding my hips in place and pulled away from our kiss seeing my teary eyes “So adorable~” he then started thrusting faster making me whimper and tighten around his cock “A-ahh!~ s-so deep~” I rolled my eyes back from pleasure.

Gojo groans at the tightness “F-fucking hell…princess-ngh…stop tightening if you don’t want to pass out tonight” Gojo warned me while I was a whimpering and crying mess beneath him.

I tremble as I continue to tighten around Gojo “I'm s-sorry-ah! You c-can cum inside if you want-” Gojo took my hands and placed them on either side of my head and he groaned at my words and he bit down on my neck, a guttural sound leaving him again “This not just about me, love....are you positive you want that?” he looked at me, barely able to control himself “M-mhm..” I blushed.

Gojo pulled back so he was looking down at me with dark, smoldering eyes “Say it, love...say that you want it” he demanded, his voice full of desire and lust. I let out a silentl gasp and spoke “I want you to come inside me…f-fill me up please”

Gojo growled as he started to lose his self-control, your words affecting him and driving him insane.

“Damn...you're driving me crazy, princess” he began to move his hips against mine with more force, his breathing becoming more and more heavy as he got more and more excited.

“A-aahh!~” I moaned against his shoulder as Gojo groaned and bit my neck again, his body heating up more and more from my sounds “You're making it really hard to control myself, love…” he said as he went rougher making me cry on his shoulder as I hold onto him tightly “C-calm d-down-ah!~ please~”

He chuckled darkly against your skin, loving how you were crying and becoming a mess because of him.

“You're the one who's doing this to me, love....you're so perfect and beautiful, it's driving me crazy....I'm trying to control myself like you said...but you keep making it very difficult…”

He continued to bite and suck your skin, marking you more and more. His body was getting hotter and hotter, it was getting harder for him to hold himself back. His body was trembling from holding back, fighting his instincts, holding them back because he was trying not to hurt you.

“T-too big-ah~ t-too deep~”

He chuckled darkly again, loving the way you reacted to his size. He let out a loud, guttural moan from you saying that as he gripped your hips tighter, pressing even further against you

“ Love, you're killing me here…” his words made you tighten even more.

He groaned and almost cried out at feeling you get even tighter, his body starting to give in to his instincts

“Love, you're pushing me to my limit...” He warns you.

“F-fill me up please!~ I promise not to s-spill a single drop-” I begged,

he let out a loud guttural sound, almost like a snarl, as he pressed up against you

“F-fuck…” He growled and bit down on your shoulder before speaking in a deep, dark, demanding voice “Say it again, love…”

“Fill me up…please?” I whimpered, he growled again, his control slipping even more “That’s it good girl~ I can't hold back anymore, love... you've done it”

He gripped your hips tight and began to move his hips fast, panting heavily.

“A-aah!~” I cried out trying to take him.

He was fighting desperately to keep control over himself, to not be too rough with you but you were pushing him too much “Mm....oh god, princess…”

I struggled to take him as I began to tremble even more, I held onto his arms as I cried out on his shoulder “A-aah!~”

He leaned down and began to kiss and suckle on your neck, his body trembling from holding back. He spoke in a hoarse, low voice “Love, you're pushing me to my limits... I don't know how much longer I can hold back....”

He began to move his hips faster, his body was getting more and more desperate. He was starting to become rougher as his instincts were taking over.

“P-please!” I beg as I let out a small whimper

That was the last straw and he finally lost control.

Gojo control finally snapped, and without warning, he lost it. He became animalistic, completely taking over without hesitating anymore. All that was left was his feral, primal nature.

“A-a-ahhh!~” I cried out on his shoulder struggling to take him

Gojo completely lost it, now there was no thought of controlling his actions or being gentle. He was completely lost to his instincts and lust.

He was rough and dominated you completely, his body was taking over, his mind only wanting one thing…..to satisfy himself.

“C-cumming-ah!~ I’m cumming!” I cried out as I tremble against him.

“Cum for me…be a good girl and cum for me” Gojo groaned while holding your hips tightly as he continues to thrust into you.

“B-baby-ahh!” I scream as I came hard, my body shaking against his.

He growled as you called him that and it only drove him more wild. He groaned as he felt you cumming. He was completely lost in the moment, his primal instincts taking over as he continued to give in to his primal, animalistic urges.

“C-calm d-do-wn please!~ I’m s-still cu-mming!” I moaned as tears started to form in my eyes

Gojo looked at your teary eyes and smirked “Aww baby…crying won’t-mm do a thing~ you know those tears will only turn me on even more, hm?~”

I struggled to take him as I try to push his hips away “S-Satoru c-calm d-do-wn pl-ease!”

Gojo held your wrists together in one hand, pinning them above your head and keeping them in place. He loomed over you, his body completely covering yours as he continued to take you with savage intensity.

“C-can’t take anymore-ah!” I cried out as I came again.

He let out a deep chuckle as you came. He continued to take you until he is satisfied.

You whimpered as you tried to move your hips away from him but he growled and pushes deeper to keep your hips in place, not allowing you to move away from him.

“D-daddy!” I accidentally blurted out, Gojo stopped his movement and looked at me “What did you just call me…?” I gulped and repeated “d-daddy…” I felt his cock twitch inside me.

“Keep calling me that” Gojo demanded as he pushes deeper into me making me whimper.

Gojo thrusts into you roughly as he buries his face into your neck and pushes deeper.

“Da-ddy!” I cried out making him groan “F-fuck just like that princess” he continued until his thrusts became sloppier.

“It’s ok princess…take my cum like the good girl you are~” He chuckles as he went faster making you scream out in pleasure.

He growls as he felt his high coming “F-fuck I’m cumming…I’m gonna shoot it in your precious womb ok princess? You’d love that wouldn’t you? Hm?”

I nodded moaning “Y-yes daddy please! A-ah I’m c-cumming again!~”

Gojo went faster until I came again making him shoot his thick and warm cum inside me.

“S-so full~” I whimpered as Gojo slowed down until he stopped and panting heavily looking down at me.

“So good…such a good girl…so good for me” He caressed my cheek, leaning down to kiss me.

Gojo pulled out slowly while holding my hand as I whimper “shhh it’s ok I got you….let’s get you and I cleaned up ok? Stay here while I prepare us a bath” he smiles as he kissed my forehead before going to the bathroom preparing a warm bath.

After a few minutes, he returned and carried me to the bathtub “Please wait a moment, princess. I’ll join you after changing our sheets ok?”

A few minutes later, he came back and joined me in the bathtub. Washing each other's bodies while giggling together and sharing a few kisses.

Timeskip

We got dressed in our sleepwear and cuddled in bed. “Does it still hurt?” Gojo asked worriedly, I smiled at him and kissed his jaw “A little but it's fine” he sighed pulling me closer “I apologize for being too rough…”

I slightly pulled away and cupped his face “Baby it's fine really…it felt good so don't worry” I smiled kissing him as we cuddled.

“I love you, princess” Gojo said kissing my forehead, I smiled “I love you too” and after exchanging a few kisses, we fell asleep.

[teethondafloor]

Bill Kaulitz x gn!reader ~ Taking off Bill's makeup after a show.

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Year : 2006

Summary --

You and Bill have been best friends for over three years now and are completely inseparable. You two are partners in crime, ready to mock and poke fun at each other any chance you get, and even more ready to comfort each other right after. Tonight, the band happens to have a gig in your hometown, where you and Bill first met. You attend the concert and text Bill after, thrilled by the band's electric performance, when Bill has other plans in mind...

Bill Kaulitz x gn!reader

Cute friends to lovers arc

Warnings --

basic fluff (touching, kissing, etc)

Note --

This took me way too long to write but IM SO EXCITED TO POST IT AA. this is my first tumblr fanfic (I'm sadly a wattpad user) so sorry if it's bad :D

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{{y/n}} : dude! That was awesom! You rocked!

{{BILL}} : I hope. My throat hurts lol. Where r u?

{{y/n}} : headin home. U?

{{BILL}} : WTF no! I want to c u b4 u leave!

{{y/n}} : cope. Where r u??

{{BILL}} : backstage dressing room. I can sneak you in!

{{y/n}} : I will get caught!

{{BILL}} : no! I am comin for u. Where r u?

{{y/n}} : at the exit doors :P.

{{BILL}} : STAY.

{{y/n}} : OK.

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Standing near the exit doors of the venue, I wait for Bill to emerge from his post-show hideaway as I look around the empty room, which just moments ago was overflowing with screaming fans. I gaze up at the dim lights above, now painting the room in a slight yellow wash which my eyes peer at weakly after standing in the dark for almost 3 hours. The air-con is blasted through the room, the cool air brushing up against my bare arms and slapping me in my face momentarily as it passes me and continues lingering around the room.

After spending some time taking in my surroundings, I snap out of my thoughts and feel the hair on my arms rise, reacting to the cool air circling the area. At the other side of the room near the stage, I hear a sudden rummaging sound coming from the corner, casted with a dark shadow. I squint my eyes a little, wondering if it's Bill that's making all the noise. From the loud clanks and banging sounds, I can tell that the person is struggling through their journey. Must be him, I smile to myself. I slide my hands into my front jean pockets, continuously glancing over to the security who are stood by the doors, surprised that they don't hear the ruckus. I look back at the noise, which now grows fainter as I hear soft footsteps tiptoeing into the concert venue.

As I hear this, I notice a tall, dark figure slowly emerging from the dark corner, the black fog lurking behind it. I smile and take my hands out of my pockets, knowing that its Bill from his giant spiky hair sprouting from his head, which is the first thing I see as he steps into the room. He takes a few light steps closer, just enough to keep himself hidden from the security guards scouring around the area. As he comes closer, his face is lit up by the soft lights above us, making the ends of his dark hair glow beneath the light, and revealing his wide smile as he sees me at last. He's so bad at sneaking around, I scoff gently.

Not wanting to be seen by the employees, Bill stays behind the stage and out of their sight. I look up and see as he nods to the ground beneath him, signalling me to walk over to him. My eyes widen and I look over to the security, trying to communicate to Bill that I can't just walk up to him without being stopped. A puzzled look washes over his face and he bites the inside of his cheek, thinking. I point at the watch that's tied to my wrist, knowing that the doors will soon close for the night and I will be kicked out of the building if we don't hurry. Bill looks down at the ground before turning back to me and nodding, determined to get me backstage with him. At once, He runs back into the black void behind him, leaving me alone in the room again. I inch forward a little, wanting to run after him, before I stop myself, trusting that he has a plan.

One of the security guards at the doors notices me when I shuffle forward and calls to me form afar. "Excuse me, we need you to leave right now." Shit, I think. I freeze up for a second as he calls to me, glancing over to the corner for any sign of Bill one last time. Agitated that he fled, I look down at the floor and back at the guard. "Yeah sorry, I thought I lost something." I lie as an excuse for my long stay. Just as I'm about to take my first step towards the exit, all of the lights in the room shut off by the click of a switch, the dark swallowing everything and everyone in the room. All of the sudden, I hear firm and heavy footsteps running towards me from the opposite side of the room. Before I can even put my other foot on the ground, the footsteps are cut off and I feel as someone grabs my hand and pulls me, running back with me latched onto them. As I feel their hand in mine, I instantly know it's Bill, his many bracelets which cover half of his forearm rubbing up against my wrist as we sprint ahead and disappear behind the stage. The security guard is left clueless when the lights shut off, and speaks to the black void, only getting the sound of his own echo in response "...did you find what you were looking for? Excuse me?..."

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With a tight grip on my hand, Bill leads me into a tight alleyway, between the back of the stage and the dressing room which he climbed through before. The space is shielded from any light and trashed with clutter from previous bands performing at the venue. We giggle as we stop before walking through it. "Hey" he says with a smile, huffing from laugher. I can tell he is facing me, even in the complete darkness that surrounds us. "Hey" I say, lightly breathless from the excitement. We both peer through the tight gap, trying to spot an obstacle to look out for from afar, however, the shade absorbs any object inside, turning them invisible. I hear Bill turn to me again, his breath on my forehead. "Follow me, come on!" He giggles as he lifts up our hands which are still in a warm clasp. "Go!" I whisper whilst still laughing, nudging him forward playfully. Bill starts taking long and cautious steps through the alleyway, hesitating a little when he hits any object beneath us. I follow his lead, being cautious myself. I run my hand across the wall as we walk to keep myself balanced. Halfway through the black tunnel, I hear as Bill kicks an object at his feet. Still walking, I bump into his back, causing me to flinch a little. "Dude. what is it?" I whisper to him. I hear Bill rummaging gently through the junk with his feet, clearing a path for us to walk through. He laughs "I don't know, it scared the shit out of me" We both try and hold in our laughter and continue through the gap.

As we reach the end of the alley, a streak of light peers through a crack in the wall, revealing some of the junk that is spread out on the ground around us: Magazines, cigarettes, a white laced bra....I turn my head to the back of Bill's as I speak. "What is this? your sex dungeon?" I say, smiling with sarcasm in my voice. I hear Bill scoff and smile. "If it is, it's definitely not mine." We both giggle quietly. At last, we reach the end and I step back as Bill lets go of my hand and starts messing with the crack in the wall, which to my surprise, turns out to be a secret doorway to the venue's dressing room. He pushes on the heavy object which blocks the doorway, sliding his fingers under it, trying to shuffle it to the side. Seeing him struggle, I step forward and push the object forward to help, successfully forcing it out of the way.

Before stepping into the dressing room, we take a minute to catch our breaths; I lean on the wall next to me, and look at Bill as he pants. We lock eyes and burst into quiet laughter, still a little breathless. "I need to see this stupid fucking room" I say, smiling. I step away from the wall and finally enter the dressing room. The overhead lights gleam, almost blinding me as I step in, forcing me to raise my hand and shield my eyes from them. I look around, never had been backstage of a concert venue before.

A faint smell of cheap makeup and pungent nail polish lingers in the room, the sharp chemical scent burning my nostrils as I inhale it. I admire the lit up mirrors lined up along the wall, covered in stickers left behind by other musicians however long ago. Bill's and his bandmates' belongings are spread across the room, creating a small pile of clothes and bags on a large bean bag, pushed into the corner of the room. "Where are the others?" I say, referring to his bandmates. I turn my head to look back at Bill who steps into the room with his head titled down, before looking around the room himself. "They're at some party right now." He slides his hands into his pockets.

"They went without you?" I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion, knowing Tom would not leave him out like this. "no no...I didn't want to go...I don't even know where it is, and I'm exhausted." He says as he stretches his arms out gently. "Dude!" I exclaim "We could've went there!" I punch him on the shoulder playfully, causing him to shoot his hands up to his face in defence. "You can go! I'm not going" He says with a judgemental look, teasing.

I hover around the room and view the splash of graffiti on one of the walls, seeing the signatures of hundreds of bands and musicians from the past, piled on top of each other into a barely legible scribble. "How did you even find the sex dungeon?" I'm still looking at the wall when he takes off his leather jacket and throws it at me without warning, as he says with a smile "I got bored waiting for Gustav to set up." a look of surprise bursts onto my face as I catch the jacket in my hands, which I then throw onto the pile with the rest of their junk, laughing.

"So, how do you like my dressing room?" He gestures his arms, showcasing the space and waits for my response. "You are really living the life here...I mean damn. "My eyes follow the walls, stopping to observe the space again. I raise my eyebrows. "You can't help but make it a shithole though." I say sarcastically, picking up a pair of boxer shorts I saw hanging from a chair next to me. He gasps and laughs, stepping towards me and snatching his boxers from my hands before throwing them onto the pile in the corner. I snicker when I see his red cheeks, blushing furiously from embarrassment as I infect him with my laughter. "Shut up! They're gonna hear us in here!" He whispers with a smile stretched wide across his face, still blushing. He walks over to me and gently grabs me by my shoulders, shaking me to stop me from laughing. As he holds me, I put my hand up to my mouth, covering it and muffling out the sounds of my giggles. I then push him away playfully, to which he steps back. "Stop touching everything, you're gonna break something." He whispers in a joking tone.

"Especially not your trunks." I huffed from laughter. Bill blinks slowly, visibly annoyed from my teasing. "I'm serious though, don't break anything because they'll make you pay for it." I notice how he avoids my eyes and tries to change the subject. "Oh come on...I'm not that clumsy. They should make you guys pay for trashing this room so bad." I smile. He looks down, smiling at my comment, his red cheeks growing fainter.

Bill walks over to the vanity across from us, cluttered with his makeup and endless hair products. He sits down, adjusts himself on the chair slightly and looks into the mirror, which reveals a tired face, caked in makeup and hairspray, looking back at him. I walk over to him and sit on the counter next to the mirror, kicking my feet which hang from the tall surface. I take a moment to look at him, as the vanity's warm lights glimmer in his eyes.

"The concert was unreal." I say, breaking the thin silence between us. "I'm glad you came back to play here. You're everything anyone talks about round here since you got so famous." I look over to him, rubbing my arm that is propping me up on the table. I feel a little bitter-sweet about Bill's fame. On one hand I am so proud of what him and the boys have accomplished, in like what...a year? It's insane. Though, I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss just hanging out. Being able to sit for hours and do nothing together. They always have something to do now, with no time to sit in the moment. The guilt of this pools inside me. It makes me feel like a brick wall that's cutting him off on his path. My biggest fear however, is Bill not knowing how to break down this wall, quietly tolerating my burden instead. "Really? I noticed so many people from school there, I really didn't want to fuck up." He says, now looking up at me with his head resting on his palm. "I'm pretty sure I saw Leon all the way at the back, poor guy got pushed out of the crowd." We laugh.

"As much as I like traveling around and playing, this feels better. I can't explain it." He smiles as he begins to stumble over his words. "I don't know, it only feels right to perform here you know?" He looks to me.

"Nah I get you, and we're glad you did." I smile at him and my eyes are suddenly drawn to his eye makeup, now rubbing off on his cheeks after every blink. "What?" He says and quickly turns to the mirror, now seeing his smudged eyeshadow. His eyes widen in shock, seeing how messy he looks after a show. "Dude, you look insane." I burst out laughing, placing my hand over my mouth as I holler. "Shut up!" He groans, laughing with me "I'm too tired for this".

I control my laughter and wait a moment before nudging one of the chairs at the vanity with my leg, sliding it closer to Bill. I hop onto it, now directly facing him. "Come here." I say. He turns away from the mirror as I grab a dry cotton pad from a pack on his desk and drip some makeup remover onto it, watching it absorb the chemicals. He inches towards me, pushing his hair away from his face to help me, and closing his eyes slowly as the cotton pad touches his cheek, working away at his pale foundation. We sit in silence for a few seconds, enjoying each others company while I scrub at the cosmetics, washing away the excitement and fatigue of the long night that has soaked into it. "Did you really want to go to that party? We could still go if you're desperate." Bill says quietly, breaking the silence.

"Nah..." I whisper "I'd rather be here with you." when my hand grazes over his face, I feel a thin smile spread across his cheeks when he hears my words. He peers at me with his eyes half shut and backs away a little. "Look at you being all sappy..." he smiles.

"Shut up and give me your face." I say, taking a hold of his jaw and pulling his face closer to my reach. He lets out a short exhale, charmed by my boldness. I run the cotton pad across his face, quickly rubbing it over his lips playfully. He smiles again now with his teeth. "That was so on purpose..." He says with his eyes still sealed shut. "What?...no.." I say sarcastically.

After dirtying the cotton pad with his foundation, I grab a second one and move up to his shadowed eyes. "Keep your eyes closed...I need to sort all this out." I scoff, laughing as I poke fun at the mess painted on his eyes that has now somehow travelled up to his eyebrows. I take the pad and a wet wipe for good measure, massaging his eyelids. He swallows quietly "I've really missed you" he says out of nowhere. A little stunned, I continue cleaning him. "Me too." My tone suddenly shifts and you can hear a faint sadness in my voice. "I'm sorry I've been going away all the time, I would take you with us if I could..."

"Don't worry about it...I'm always back here if you need me anyway."

"Well I...don't want you only when I need you, I want you everywhere with me." I'm shocked by his sudden sentimentality, not really knowing how to respond since our usual way of showing love is by bullying each other until one caves in. "I know I know, that's not what I meant." I reassured him.

"I know, it's cool." he whispers "You know...sometimes I wish we wouldn't have to travel for so long, I've missed this." he pauses "Y/n...what if I stay?" He falls quiet, waiting for me to say something to fill in the silence. I look to him, a subtle face of worry crossing my face as I pull myself together. "Dude, stop." I say "Don't be stupid, this is...a crazy opportunity. Getting to travel around Europe and sing, that's nuts....don't let me hold you back...please."

"You're not "holding me back" y/n-"

I cut his sentence short "But what if I am? And you're just not realising it?...I don't want to be that." I blurt out.

"What?..." He opens his eyes, takes me by my wrists and holds me, preventing me from moving. His eyes glare at me. "No...don't do that. You're not in my way, do you understand?" His tone turns more agitated, worried that I'm giving myself a hard time because of his absence. A sudden silence falls between us like a transparent wall piling up and separating us, numbing me to his touch. This time, I'm not the wall. "Have you been worrying about this while I've been gone?" he looks to me hoping I'll say no, but already knowing the answer before the words leave his mouth. "Yeah...a little....a lot." I correct myself "You can't blame me though...I don't see you for weeks, sometimes even months. I know that's not your fault, but I'm allowed to be upset." I say, standing my ground.

"I know, it upsets me too." He lets go of my wrists and slides his hands down to mine, gently holding my hands with care. He smiles softly as he holds me, rubbing the top of my right hand with his thumbs, which makes both of us smile. We take time to comfort each other, acknowledging how hard the situation is for the both of us, yet we pull through. "Well you're here now." I sigh "You're stopping here for a while I heard, aren't you?"

"Yeah, we're taking a break here until we tour in the East." He says "And I'm glad I'm spending it with you." His eyes admire me as he speaks. I shift my hand a little, making him let go, and I return to his smeared eye makeup.

"So how's life without me at your hip?" He smiles as I exhale and roll my eyes, teasingly. "Better than ever." I say, with a sarcastic tone, making Bill gasp. "School's ok I guess, it's a teensy bit more bearable than last year at least." I take a short pause "...I won a writer's award two weeks ago..." I hold my breath as I wait for the buckets of Bill's compliments and praise to flood the room when he hears of my accomplishment. His eyes shoot open and his neck tilts forward in awe, his lips apart. "Are you kidding? That's amazing y/n! Why didn't you tell me??" He pushes me lightly on the shoulder.

"You expect way too much of me..." I shake my head and smile.

"I knew you would win! I told youuu..." he makes sure to rub the fact that he believed in me in my face before congratulating me "Well done, I'm really proud of you y/n..." He gazes into my eyes and gently places his hand on my knee. I observe his movements and quickly glance away, smiling. "Ok you can shut up now."

"Never. How can I when I'm being taken care of by a future author! Maybe I'll let you write my biography when you're as famous as me ;)" He teases, knowing I don't know how to handle compliments, yet he never fails to praise me anyway, just so I know. "Ok enough! Fine, I'm... proud of myself too I guess!"

"That's the spirit!" he taps my knee lightly, taking his hand away and resting it back onto the arm of his chair. I smile and shake my head, a little flustered from his admiration which, I hate to admit, I secretly love. "So how's tour so far? Are you eating well?" I ask with nurture in my voice as gratitude for his compliments. "Of course I am...you care way too much." He smiles.

"And you're right." I reply, playfully.

"I love that you care so much...even when you pretend you don't." His voice quietens.

"What does that mean?" I scrunch my eyebrows at his words.

"I don't know...you're just so...thoughtful. You always know what to do and say and-"

"Yeah right." I smile, a little overwhelemed by the flood of compliments. "Thanks though, I really do try my best."

"And that's enough for me." He whispers, his cheeks turning a faint pink. "You make me good...or feel like, at my core, I am good. I love it." without teasing or poking fun at him for once, I let him spill his emotions out onto the table where we both can see . I sit and listen, gently wiping his eyes with care. "It's so hard to leave you here, stuck in this village. It's so hard to not hear you laugh and sing and dance beside me... It's so hard not to love you for all thise things" I feel his tender fingertips brushing against my knee as he talks, slowing my pace. Before I can reply, his other hand shifts to my second knee and he holds it delicately. "Bill..." I whisper, with a little confusion but an unexpected sprinkle of excitement rushing through me. he bites his lip, pondering what to say next and trying hard not to stumble over his words. He opens his eyes and gazes directly into my mine, seeing all of me. He takes my hand. I feel butterflies nibbling on the walls of my stomach, their fluttering wings tickling me as they desperately want to flee and touch and love. In the moment, I don't know if it's wrong to feel so much love and desire for him, this ravenous craving that eats me from inside. I can only do what feels right, and so I let the butterflies feed.

He swallows gently "I want to care for you just like you do...I want to..." His hand raises to my face, holding me and caressing my cheek with his thumb in small circles. My hand laches onto his wrist gently, weak to his tender touch. The room falls silent, the only sound in the room coming from the lights above us, buzzing, humming on one note to our intimate moment. "Can I..." His voice fades out slightly and cracks from nervousness. "Can I kiss you?"

His words ring in my head, bouncing off of my ear drums and into my throat, leaving me speechless. I hold him for a while, our hands sharing each other's warmth through touch. I glance down at his lips that are slightly open, breathing in the little air between us; inhaling the glass wall that not moments ago parted us. With desire and lust, my eyes look back into his, and I nod gently. He takes a second to process this, before cupping my face in the palm of his hands and pulling me closer to him, until the wall turns to paper and our lips are inches away from each other. As I close my eyes, I feel his plush lips on mine, sharing our sweet taste. The butterflies in me settle when we collide, and the walls around us feel as though they are caving in, trapping us in each other's arms. As he holds me, I feel cared for. Safe. Warm.

He kisses me delicately and then again with more passion, before pulling away to let me breathe. As he leans back, his mouth curves into a sweet smile, his lips now stained with my light lipstick. I laugh as I notice his red tinted lips, stained with my evidence. I take his hand again, locking my pointer finger with his. "Looks like I'll have to clean you up again..."

"What a shame..." Bill whispers sarcastically, a wide smile pulling apart his rosy cheeks, now matching his lips.

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Tysm for readingg :)) <3 this was so much fun to write

I'm currently working on a 12 part Bill Kaulitz x fem!reader fic on wattpad and I've published the first part!

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#9 - Need help? (Im)possibly fate

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Warnings: SMUT!!!!! ; fingering, hickeys, praises, kisses, groping + its not proofread

A/n: fyi if you were not aware that this series will contain smut ITS ALWAYS BEEN IN MY IMP FATE INFO!!! Also tysm everyone who r supporting me rn w my 500 special but i’m sadly very bust with asks and other stuff irl so i cannot answer my asks atm!! Apologies mlvs<3

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It had been a good while after getting the amazing idea to collab with Jungwon. Before you even knew it you were sitting on a couch in the recording studio, watching through the glass wall as Jungwon was recording some lines. You were going over your own lines and warming up your voice until you heard Jungwon come out of the room. “Your turn!” He patted your head softly. “Mmhm.. but after i’m done with my lines we have to record the part where we sing at the same time” You got up fixing your skirt and reminding him.

“Oh yeah… i’m gonna go get some coffee, do you want some??” You nodded and mumbled a quiet thank you before closing the door.

“Y/n you have to record some adlibs too… are you okay with changing the ‘aa yeah’ with something else?” Your producer and mixer was talking to you..

“What would i change it to?”

“I’m not sure if it’ll feel weird, but i was thinking that you could add some more extra suggestive elements into your voice. I was thinking that the background could be more sexy yk..?”

“Sexy?? Like how?”

“Instead of ‘aa yeah” you would kind of moan it instead of singing it with a melody”

“Oh okay…”

“Let’s compare… sing now”

to be honest.. you were kind of uncomfortable moaning into a microphone in front of your producer.

“Okay that was alright… you get the point but now you know what kind of style i want for the song so when your alone you can record these easier when your comfortable”

“Okay..”

You recorded some parts and after 30 minutes the producer left and you decided to keep recording alone to improve some lines. Just as you were recording your adlibs Jungwon came back, holding two ice lattes in his hands.

“Oh am i… interrupting something?” He laughed after hearing you literally moan.

“Oh no!! Umh haha the producer told me to record some of these adlibs like that..”

“I see.. i can leave i’m sorry”

“No it’s okay you can be here”

“Can i help with recording? I can go set the record button and help you choose the parts, that way you won’t take so long”

“S-sure thanks”

The fuck were you supposed to do now..? Record a fucking moan and make him choose from them?! Shit fuvk no.

“Just.. pick up where you left off! Let me know when to press record!”

You nodded and got ready already feeling embarrassed.

“Alright ready”

‘Got me- got me in a tight grip~ ah yeah”

You saw from the corner of your eye as Jungwons face got redder and eyes got wider.. he turned to you and you took off your headphones. “I-Is this weird..?” You asked him letting out an embarrassed chuckle. “No, But are you feeling a little uncomfortable ? You seem tense”

He tilted his head a little and smirked. “Well… umh. I guess it’s just a bit weird..”

“Why?”

He was grinning from ear to ear now.. you wanted to hit him on his shoulder so bad. That teasing son of a bitch. “I just feel weird trying to moan in front of.. someone..” you said quietly keeping your eyes on the paper in front of you avoiding his intense eye contact. “Need help?” His smirk was growing judging by his voice tone. You instantly snapped your head towards him in shock. “W-what?” You felt your ears turn red and you laughed nervously. “Need my help?”

Bold. Wow.

“W-what do you mean?”

He got up from his chair and came into the recording booth. As soon as his tall figure entered the room you felt like an ant next to him. He was stepping towards you, keeping his eyes on you staring down at you and smirking. “I know you understand” he was really close to you now. “I’m not sure i do…” you gulped nervously. “Oh I’m sure you do.” He pinned you against the wall.

You two kept intense eye contact for almost 10 seconds before his eyes traveled to stare at your lips and soon he crashed his lips onto yours.

Holy fuck…

His lips were practically devouring yours and his hands rested on your jawline, pulling your face closer to his. He tasted sweet and a little like ice latte (i wonder why).

“I assume that was a yes..?” He smirked against your already swollen lips before lowering his lips down your jawline. “Y-yeah…” your breathy voice was shaking as you felt him nibble at the skin on your neck making your stomach tingle. He left a trail of kisses on your neck before he stood up straight again and his hands groped your boobs roughly. You let out a moan from the sudden sensation which made him glance down at you and smirk. “Thats it, just like that” his hands ran down from your chest to your upper thighs leaving you uncomfortably wet and needy. “What do you want?” He looked deep into your eyes. Such a tease. “I.. want you to touch me” feeling a little embarrassed by your own words you avoided his intense gaze. “What was that sweetie?” SWEETIE?!

“I wa-want you to touch… me” you said a little louder now. “Where exactly?” His face was inching closer to yours again with his signature smirk still stuck on it. His hands we’re travelling slowly towards your core, playing with the hem of your skirt as he lifted your face towards his by your chin making you gulp nervously. Soon his slender index finger pressed against your dampened panties right on top of your sensitive clit, making you let out a high pitched whimper. “here?” He tilted his head with a grin. “Y-ye-“ You didn’t get to finish your sentence before his fingers came in contact with your wet folds. He rubbed his fingers up and down adoring the way your face scrunched up when he hit a sweet spot. “Look so cute for me” he gave you a peck on your cheek and lifted your other leg up to rest on his arm pushing two digits in. “a-angh…” breathy moans and whimpers left your lips as he kept making small hickeys on your neck and chest. His fingers we’re speeding up each time he pumped them in and out. He curled his fingers upwards and his thumb rubbed against your clit, making your brows furrow and lips part a lot to let out the loudest moan. Your walls clenched repeatedly around his digits and your moans were faster and louder. “You cumming?” He picked up the pace and rubbed your clit faster and faster. “Y-yes jung-…won” you blabbered his name over and over again as you came down from your high slowly. When you came back to your full senses you felt his lips all over your face, softly giving you french kisses everywhere. “So good for me… so so good for me” he grabbed both sides of your cheeks squeezing them as he cooed at you. “Gosh i’ve wanted to kiss you for so long” he smiled and gave you one last passionate kiss.

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“See? I’m a professional producer”

He played the recording and you nudged at his arm annoyed. “No way were using that!” “Well see what the producers think” he grinned. “Shut up”

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If you could do more !pervoldertoji hcs that would be amazing

aa sorry this is kinda short and that it took awhile !! kinda ran out of steam for writing for toji a bit ngl :c but thank you for the request and i hope you enjoy!! <<33

✎ tags: mdni! nsft, f!reader, age gap (r is 18/19, toji is late 30's/early 40's),

✎ word count: 800 words (not proofread)

masterlist | requests are open!

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!toji who rents a hotel room for you both every once in awhile. the first time he takes you to one, he's opening the car door for you after he'd taken you to dinner and pauses, taking a step so your bodies are nearly touching and tells you his plan lowly. he's got a smile that you can't tell comes from the thought of his latest fantasy or to reassure you. after the receptionist glares at you with a mix of jealousy and judgement and a handsy elevator ride to the fourth floor, you're in your hotel room and toji is already hiking up your dress.

✧ ˖ ° you end up with your chest and palms pressed onto the glass of one of the windows, toji drilling his fat cock into you to lurch you forward. one hand pulls back your neck to make your back arch and the other holds your hips up to meet his. he'll do his best to make sure your eyes are rolling back and your tongue lolls out (as usual, he does a good job).

✧ ˖ ° if someone happens to walk through the parking lot to the front door, toji makes sure you see them, taking your jaw and moving your head for you to point them out. "see'em, princess? y'think they saw you?" when your eyebrows crease and you tighten around him and lets out a breathy laugh. "ya want me to open the window and make sure they do? y'like them seeing you, don't you? ha, can't lie to me when i have my dick in you, little girl." he loves seeing you get flustered and shy, trying to press into him and away from the window and grabbing onto the hands keeping you up. toji will just shake his head and push you back, laying his back over yours so he could trap you against the glass.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!toji who takes you with him to casinos and the races when he goes gambling. he'll tell you that you're his lucky charm, that he wins a lot more whenever you come with. maybe he doesn't win as much money as he always hopes to, but what he does win is the looks of jealousy from the other men around the two of you. the gorgeous little girl clinging onto her boyfriend's arm, dolled up in a pretty dress and makeup to match, was a sight of envy for most of them, and toji loves how he can say that you're his.

✧ ˖ ° when you get anxious and grip his arm a little harder, scoot a bit closer to him, toji will grin and pull you onto his lap, chuckling when you scold him and try to squirm off. in doing so, you always doom yourself to being caged against him with a muscular arm wrapped around your waist. he pulls you tight against him so you can feel how hard he's getting the more you wiggle. a kiss gets planted under your ear and he'll mumble so only you can hear, "don't be nervous, baby, they won't touch ya as long as y'stay close to me. just sit pretty a little longer, we're almost done."

✧ ˖ ° once he trusts that you won't slip away back onto the chair cushion, toji will slide his free hand to grip and rub over your thighs. he only ever grazes his fingertips under the hem of your dress, just close enough to your core to get you as worked up as he is. the men sitting around the table know what's happening, they can see how you get squirmy again and your failed attempts of keeping your grip on his wrist under the table. of course, they won't say anything. they know who toji fushiguro is.

✧ ˖ ° as soon as the game is over, toji collects whatever he needs to and practically drags you out of the building. to your bewilderment, before you reach the parking lot he'll pull you into an alleyway just out of sight of the street, but you're questions are answered as soon as he's picking you up and holding you against the concrete wall. his hand will already be pulling your underwear aside to shove two wide fingers into you. "y'just act all shy to get on top of me, don't ya princess? just wanna get me hard in front of everyone, you're that desperate for my cock? y'want me to fuck you in front of 'em? they wouldn't be able to stop watchin' your pretty little ass bouncing on my dick. or should we show them how good i got your mouth trained?"

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[The Spawn Vs The Ascendant] (2)

Astarion(s) x Tav

Plot: Tav has been kidnapped by The Vampire Ascendant. The Spawn rushes back to regroup with the rest of their band of weirdos in order to plan a rescue!

Content Warning: 18+, Ascended Astarion, sexual content, toxic relationships, violence, blood, physical abuse, death, AA is a bit of a yandere, but I mean you probably already knew that, characters may be ooc, grammar/spelling mistakes are possible, threats of harm, 2 Tavs, Male and female.

Part 1: Right here

Part 2: We're here

Part 3: This waaay!

[Savegame 2: About a month after the defeat of the Elderbrain.]

Tav walked into the brothel, hugging himself with his arms as his ruby colored eyes flicked back and forth around the room nervously. The robe he wore while indeed quite useful revealed far too much of his thighs for the young man’s liking. 

“Something troubling you, little love?” His partner smiled, looping his arm around the shorter male’s waist.  

“I’m fine…I just….feel a bit exposed…” Tav shivered a bit. Though it was his own idea to put on this accursed robe to delight his partner for their night out he was now realizing he maybe had been in over his head. 

“Don’t you worry, my treasure. If anyone lays a hand on you without my permission I'll rip out their throat.” Astarion tugged the spawn against his form before planting a slightly aggressive kiss upon Tav’s cheek. Tav gave a small smile and leaned into Astarion's embrace before the two of them headed upstairs. 

“Well aren't you a beautiful little lady.~” A tall and  slightly drunk sounding half-orc stumbled across the room as he looked Tav over with a lustful gaze.

“LADY!?” All of Tav's bashfulness faded away as his expression turned to anger. His fangs were bared and his fists were clenched.  “I'm a boy- er..man! I'm a man!” Tav huffed out with a wolf-like growl.

The half-orc blinked a bit, looking Tav over. Tav's androgynous looking appearance was confusing the brothel goer.  His soft facial features and long eyelashes did make him look rather feminine. That along with his short stature and current attire definitely did not help.  

“But you're so pretty," the half-orc said, his words slurring as he took a step closer towards the short vampire spawn. "You look like a woman to me.”

Astarion watched as his little spawn shook with rage. 

“Oh dear.” He sighed, looking down at his nails for a moment as his pet proceeded to stomp towards the much larger male. Astarion's little love did have quite the vicious temper at times. 

 He raised one clawed finger after another counting.

One. Two. Three. 

The sound of a scuffle could be heard, followed by crashing and wolf growls all the while the vampire lord started looking over his nails. A slightly off key hum leaving his lips as a few screams from the half-orc were heard. 

After a few moments there was a thudd before Tav walked back over towards his lover. 

“Sorry, I may have got a little distracted.” Tav rubbed the back of his head. An unconscious and severely bruised body laid behind him. 

“I'm a little disappointed you left him alive, but I am eager to get on with tonight's main event so let's not waste anymore time.” Astarion held out his hand allowing his lover to take it before the two of them continued up another set of stairs. Tav's little scene had caused a few heads to turn though no one dared to get involved.  

They entered a dark room on the top floor. The sweet scent of lavender hit Tav's senses as he and Astarion entered the room.

“Back again already?” A seductive voice rang out. 

A female drow stepped out and wrapped her arms around Tav just as a second male drow moved in and did the same to Astarion. “Did you miss us that badly?” The male purred. Tav's shivered a bit before he looked down at his feet. 

“How could we not? The service last time was….mouthwatering.~” Astarion turned to face the drow behind him, “wasn't it my treasure?” 

“Ah….y-yes….it was really nice..” Tav stuttered, if he could still blush his face would be on fire right now. He bit his lip, his left fang drawing blood.

“Perhaps we should continue on from last time then?” The female drow said, lips dangerously close to Tav's ear. 

~~~

Nearly thirty minutes had passed. Lustful cries and groans echoed throughout the room. Once everyone was spent, Tav found himself snuggled up in his master's lap, his head pressed against his chest as he listened to Astarion's heartbeat. 

It was strange to think that not too long ago these roles had been reversed. The sound was comforting even if the person it came from became less and less so these days. 

“Pet.” Astarion spoke quietly as he noticed the two courtesans had drifted off into a slumber. 

“Yes?” Tav glanced upwards.  

“You haven't fed in three days.” 

“I'm not hungry…” Tav lied, he could feel the gaping maw deep inside him crying out as they spoke, but he did his damndest to ignore it. He'd only ever really allowed himself to feed from Astarion since his turning, which did not happen often. ‘Too much may drive you mad.’ 

His master would say. Perhaps that was possible, but he knew it was more likely that Astarion didn't want to risk giving him his freedom back.  

“What have I said about lying to me?” Astarion gripped his spawn’s face, pinching Tav's cheeks between two fingers and making him return his gaze.

“I'm sorry.” Tav replied.

Astarion thought for a moment before glancing over at the sleeping bodies besides. Tav's eyes widened in surprise. “No, Astarion, please don't make me-” 

“Feed,” was all his master said, glowing red eyes bore into his soul before his body began to react on its own. He moved over to the male drow slowly, his teeth grit together and deep inside feelings of utter disgust and pure delight waged war against one another.  Shakily Tav placed a clawed hand over the male and turned him so that his neck was exposed.  His eyes grew wide at the sight of the grey skinned male’s jugular, his tongue instinctively flicked over his fangs. 

Finally he bit down, sinking his fangs into the mortal’s flesh. Warm blood dripped onto his tongue, sending a feeling of euphoria coursing through his body.  Tav moaned barely even noticing his master petting his head before Astarion sank his own fangs into the female drow, not wasting a second to begin feasting upon her life force.  It only took a few moments before both courtesans were sucked dry. Tav breathed out heavily, blood dripped down his chin, his hands shook as he looked down at the lifeless body in front of him. They didn't need to die. They had never done anything wrong to him. This was sickening.

“That's a good boy.” Astarion's voice rang out, breaking Tav from his trance. “Now come here.~”

The Vampire Lord pulled his spawn back into his lap, possessively draping his arms around him before locking their lips. Tav hesitantly returns the kiss allowing his master's tongue inside to claim and dominate his mouth. “Mmm…” Tav moaned, feeling Astarion pull him flush against his bare body, leaving no space between them as blood and saliva mixed. The spawn wrapped his arms around his master's neck feeling Astarion's nails dig into his back slightly. The vampire lord pulled back a bit, taking in a breath of air before forcing his tongue back into Tav's mouth, his hands gripping his ass as he began to grind against him.

Feelings of guilt and shame were forgotten for now as Tav allowed himself to become lost in his master. 

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[Savegame 1: Act 3, lower city.]

The silver haired vampire spawn jerked out of the way as his companion’s undead counterpart lunged at him quickly with her spear.  Halsin dropped to all fours, quickly wild-shaping into a bear with glowing red eyes. 

“Shit.” The high elf cursed. His arm was still bleeding badly so using his bow likely wouldn't do him any favors. He needed to get away and find his companions.  Quickly he reached into his pack and tossed out a vial of acid onto the ground in front of the spawn versions of his friends before he turned and made a dash for it. 

He needed to get back to the others, have Shadowheart heal his arm and then force Gale to come up with a plan on how to rescue Tav.  Astarion didn't want to think about what his counterpart might do to her. It still made him sick thinking about what that other version of himself had become. Treating Tav like she was just some object he could take!  And what had happened to the others. Turning them into tools to be used it all hit far too close to home for him.  It reminded him too much of Cazador…

Astarion wasn't really sure when he stepped through the Elfsong’s doors, or if he had been able to successfully shake off the other spawn.

Everything had just kind of faded away for a while, leaving only his fears of what could possibly happen to Tav. He knew she was strong, but this was different. She'd be up against a foe with the power of seven thousand souls, all on her own.  

“Astarion? Hells, what happened to you!?” Wyll’s voice brought him back to reality as he stumbled into the room where the others had been. Most of them were relaxing or fast asleep.

 The blood from his wound dripped down onto the floor, building into a small puddle at his feet.

“Tav's gone!” Was all he needed to say to get everyone’s attention. Shadowheart swiftly healed his wound as Astarion began to catch everyone up on the current situation. He attempted to explain what had transpired to the best of his abilities, making sure not to leave out any important details.

“So you're saying Tav has been kidnapped by an another version of yourself from an alternate reality, who apparently went through the rite of profane ascension. Fascinating, but if what you say is true he must have immeasurable power. The ability to traverse time and space itself is no small feat.” Gale exclaimed, his face full of intrigue. “This is truly astonishing.”

Astarion glared at him slightly, a little annoyed the wizard seemed more concerned with how his counterpart got here than the fact that he fucking kidnapped Tav!

“Need I remind you that our leader has been taken!?” The vampire growled. 

“How am I not surprised there's an evil version of you who turned us all into slaves.” Shadowheart sighed and crossed her arms. 

“I think you mean eviler version.” Gale added.

“Arghh! Why are we sitting around talking!? We need to get out of here and go save Tav, damnit!!” Karlach shouted. 

“Patience Karlach. We need to think of a plan first.” Wyll stepped in as he noticed the Tiefling was starting to heat up, steam coming off her body.

“If I remember my studies, true vampires can become alarmingly possessive of their paramours. He’ll likely be prepared to slaughter us all in order to keep Tav. That being said, it's also very likely he won't harm her.” Gale said, glancing over at Astarion who bore a very grim expression.

“You don't know that.” The silver haired elf replied with a fearful look in his eyes. An intense worry was practically eating him alive from the inside. It's like fear was gnawing and tearing at his innards.

“We will get her back, Astarion. I promise you.” Karlach said in an attempt to comfort him.

“Worry not my fanged friend. If we're lucky Tav will likely have rescued herself by the time we find her. She's very resourceful.” Wyll said, placing his hand on the elf's shoulder.

“Yes, our Tav does have a way of giving arrogant foes a run for their money. Still it would be best that we're there to back her up and to do that we need to find her.” Gale thought for a moment before looking back at the vampire spawn.

“Astarion, it's your counterpart we'll be looking for. Think carefully, where would you have taken Tav?”

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[Savegame 1: Act 3, Crimson Palace]

The Vampire Ascendant looked down at the human female as she twiddled her finger and stared at her hands. He was looking at her with what she could assume was admiration? Lust? Hunger? Hard to tell honestly. This ‘living vampire’ somehow seemed even less alive than her undead partner. 

“So uh…. What the hells is up with the collar? This some kind of kink?” Tav asked, tugging on the neck piece around her throat.

“How naughty,” Astarion chuckled. “No, my dear, this is simply a precaution. To keep you from hurting yourself.” A far too perfect smile spread across the Ascendant's face as he reached out to caress Tav's cheek with a clawed finger. She shivered though she wasn't sure if it was in disgust or not. 

“More like keep me from hurting you…” Tav growled under her breath. 

“Careful love,” Astarion gripped her chin and made her look up at him,”while I may adore you, I certainly have no qualms with punishing my precious pet.” Tav opened her mouth for a moment before soon closing it. He had this look in his eyes that frightened her. With this damn silencing collar she had barely any way of defending herself. So for now she had to be careful.

Satisfied with her submission the vampire lord placed a rough kiss on her forehead. 

“Good girl.You'll come to love your place at my side in time, I'm sure.” Astarion ruffled her hair, petting her head as if she were a dog. 

“Are you going to make me a spawn then?” Tav asked, glaring up at his hand as she contemplated biting off his fingers.

“In time…We are going to do things a little differently than before. For now I still have a few obstacles to handle. Disposing of any rivals and taking care of that pesky brain.” Astarion said, continuing to pet her head.  

“Wait a minute. You're not going to take me back to your own timeline?” Tav asked in confusion. Astarion’s hand retreated from her hair, his face hardened a bit.

“There's nothing else left for us there now. Trust me.” He turned away before suddenly looking up and noticing a figure walk inside. Tav’s eyes quickly scanned the person recognizing them as her wizard companion Gale, but like Lae'zel his eyes were a bright glowing red. 

Gods. Has he turned all of them?

Tav thought to herself, clenching her fists. It was hard to believe in another time, another life he'd done this. Enslaving the very people who helped him achieve his freedom. She wondered exactly what happened to her own counterpart. From how Astarion spoke about him it was quite clear to her that he was no longer alive.  Possibly killed judging from how the vampire lord had mentioned that he was taken from him.

“My lord, Halsin and Shadowheart have returned. The sunrise drove them back to the palace.” Gale announced, quickly walking over and kneeling before the Ascendant.

“And what about my spawn self?” 

“He escaped.” As Gale said that, a heavy weight left Tav’s chest. Her lover was alive at least. He'd likely have gone back to the others to plan a rescue. Hopefully they'd be able to find her location.

“Send them in here.” Astarion said coldly.

The room went silent as the wizard walked out. Tav glancing back and forth, her mind telling to run, sprint out of here and grab anything she could use as a weapon, but she knew either Astarion or Lae'zel would corner her in an instant and without her magic, without her blades, without her beastly form she was no match for them. She was helpless and absolutely despised it. Falling into the role of a captured damsel in distress made her blood boil.  

The large doors to the ballroom swung open, Halsin and Shadowheart slowly walked, looking a little singed from the morning sun. 

“Why the hells did you let him escape!?” 

Both of them knelt down before him.

 “Forgive us. We underestimated him, master.” Shadowheart said. 

“You were supposed to finish him off then and there! Now he's likely to bring the others with him.” 

“Let us wait it out until sunset. If you send the four of us next time we can dispatch all of them.”

“They could very well be here before then, you idiot!” Astarion took hold of Shadowheart’s throat, lifting his spawn off the ground and tightening his hand around her neck. Tav's face went pale, a look of utter shock and horror was in her eyes. The fact that this wasn't the same Shadowheart she'd been traveling with didn't even register. All she knew at this moment was that her friend was being choked to death. 

“Shadowheart!”She shouted.

“Master please!” Halsin begged. 

“Honestly I should just throw you both back outside to burn in the sun, but perhaps spending a few weeks impaled may be better motivation not to fail me next time.” Astarion spoke through gritted teeth, his claws now digging into the half-elf’s flesh, drawing blood.

“Astarion stop!” Tav suddenly ran over and grabbed his arm. The vampire lord almost immediately snapped his head around to look at her, brows furrowed and fangs bared. He looked absolutely feral, like he was ready to bite her head off. Literally. But before he had the chance to snarl out a response Tav dropped to her knees, clutching his shirt as she began to beg.

“Please. Don't hurt them. Please! I'll….I'll do whatever you want….” Tears slowly formed in the corners of her eyes as she stared up at him. 

Slowly his eyes softened as he looked back at her. He released the cleric, dropping her to the ground. Shadowheart fell to her knees, hands immediately moving up to sooth her bruised and bleeding throat as she began coughing up a little blood.

Astarion sighed, “looks like I'll have to call some wolves to make up for your failure. In the meantime… Gale! Make sure all the entrances are magically barred. I don't want anyone interrupting me and my pet! We have some catching up to do.” Tav then felt herself be pulled up off the ground, immediately being wrapped up in the Ascendant's embrace.  

~~~

He was rather unpredictable, this Vampire Ascendant. Tav felt as if she was walking on eggshells while she was within his presence.

However on the brightside he seemed carelessly arrogant. He'd summoned some wolves to patrol and guard his palace instead of simply going after the threat himself. Maybe deep down he didn't think he'd be able to defeat them alone? Or maybe he saw them as not worth his time? He’d most likely claim the job was beneath him anyway. Regardless, Tav's escape was still a priority.  She needed to find some way to get this collar or arm herself with a weapon. 

Tav sat beside him on a fine silk sofa. The study was warmed cozily by the flames of a fireplace. There were no windows, but plenty of candles were set to keep the room illuminated. Astarion’s arm was draped around her as his eyes trailed over her face. She couldn't help but squirm and recoil from his touch. This was not her lover, no matter how much he looked, sounded or even behaved like him at times.

“You don't need to be afraid of me, my treasure. I only want to keep you safe.” His tone was soft, gentle even, but Tav knew better. Most of what left his mouth had to be complete and utter horseshit! 

Oh so that's why you kidnapped me, threatened me, and left me completely powerless? Yes! That makes soooo much sense! 

Abigail walked into the room, carrying a large tray in her arms. She set it down on a table in front of them before slowly stepping away and exiting. 

“Here, I made sure to get your favorite.” Astarion ran a hand over her shoulder affectionately as Tav looked over noticing a large bottle of port and and plate of fine cheeses. 

Damnit. He knows my weakness.

Tav stared down at the tray, biting down on her lip as her mouth watered a bit.  Tav grabbed hold of a piece of cheese and slowly nibbled away on it before downing it with some of the port.

Her eyes were still shooting daggers at the vampire. She then sighed before calming down a little.

“What do you plan on doing with me after all this is over, my lord?” She said, taking another swing of port. 

“Hmm…While I do think that you would make a beautiful little spawn I intend to savor this…Warm body for a while yet.” He purred, running a hand over her thigh. Tav shivered, then something caught her eye. On an end table beside the sofa laid a peculiar looking comb. It appeared to be wooden with a rather sharp pointy end.  An idea began to form in her mind, but she needed to be careful and wait for the right moment.

“Why wait on turning me? You have me right here…Right where you want me after all.” Tav took another drink. Perhaps if he were to believe she were a bit more careless due to drink this could work.  

“Lets just say I have my reasons and leave it at that dear.” He said before taking the bottle from her hand and drinking some himself. Tav swung a leg over his lap, trying to appear a bit more relaxed. “You're still going to become my consort however, once we destroy the brain everything will be as it was. We'll be together for good this time. Forever.” Astarion smiled softly before placing a hand on Tav's cheek staring into her eyes longingly.

Star…..Please forgive me….

  Tav leaned in slowly, placing her hands on his chest before closing the gap between him, planting a sweet kiss on his lips. His arms almost immediately wrapped around her caressing her form as his tongue snuck it's way into her mouth.

Tav fell back against the couch, allowing him to pin her down. His knee parted her legs as he slowly began to grind himself into her. 

Tav pulled back a bit for air, immediately seeing the dazed look in his eyes. 

“It's been far too long since I've tasted you.” He panted, a lustful grin on his face. Tav tilted her head baring her neck before him. Astarion didn't even hesitate before biting down into it.

“A-Ah….” Tav gasped, fingers clawing at his clothes as she felt the pain of his bite. She waited till he began to suckle on her neck, allowing him to be intoxicated by her blood before she made her move. Her hand quickly reached out for the wooden comb....

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Note from ChaoticDruid:  PART TWO LETS GO!!!

Because part one did so well I decided to continue it. As of right now I can only see this going to maybe five parts max.  Also sorry for the cliff hanger but I thought it would be a good spot to end on. I'm totally surprised some of y'all were actually feeling bad for AA last chapter, but I guess somehow I made him actually sympathetic. 

I plan to dive more into AA and M!Tav’s past in the next chapter and also give a little insight to my original character Abigail. 

Oh and in case anyone was wondering Savegame 2 Wyll and Karlach are not Vampire Spawns. They left to go to Hells and avoided it all together. Karlach canonly cannot be turned into a vampire so yeah….

[melrosing]

Do you have any thoughts on the Azor Ahai prophecy?

sorry this took a while, I haven't really written much about this in the past so I don't have the relevant shit to hand in the same way. but my thoughts under the cut; conscious this is a contentious issue, so whilst I'm happy to chat about it, pls be normal if engaging.

I think it’s Jon. That doesn’t really get me excited or make me feel anything tbh, I guess because Jon is my least favourite major POV and the Azor Ahai prophecy isn’t one that interests me a whole lot. But I think the only real candidates for Azor Ahai are Jon and Dany, and based on both narrative structure and evidence within the story, I feel fairly confident it’s Jon.

Ofc, the argument for Dany being AA is strong and I think that’s the point. She ticks all the boxes, indeed more than Jon currently does, and the birth of her dragons is pretty much the most fantastic event in the story. She’ll surely have a huge role in ending the Long Night too, so Dany really does fit the bill.

But imo the structure of the story, and of their own personal arcs, favours Jon. I’ll quickly go through why I don’t think it favours Dany.

First off, rules of three: I think it was GRRM’s editor who told us that he likes rules of three in his writing. He makes you think one thing is true, then appears to provide the true solution, before the real answer emerges later on and completely throws you. There are lots of examples of GRRM using this technique in ASOIAF, but let’s go for another example that directly concerns Jon himself: the question of who his mother is.

The first answer we get is a basic one: Ned got Jon on a sex worker, and that’s that. We already know that’s near certainly not the case, because consciously or subconsciously we know that’s not how stories work. Second answer, Jon was born of an affair between Ned and Ashara. This idea is more interesting, has more supporting evidence, and we come across other characters who claim it’s true, like Edric. But still, I think a lot of people (even if they didn’t know R+L=J) would think that still doesn’t feel like the end of it. The closure has come too soon, and it doesn’t have the surprise factor that we know it’s supposed to have. It’s just clean.

Then of course the true answer is one that we still haven’t learnt yet: Ned isn’t even Jon’s father, and his mother is Lyanna, and Jon is the ‘true heir to the 7K’ etc etc etc. I think we’re all extremely used to this information now, but apart from the overwhelming evidence, we accept it because narratively it makes sense. This is the secret third thing, where everything clicks into place in a surprising way and has massive implications for the rest of the story. Rule of three. 

I think the same applies to Azor Ahai. First, we’re told it’s Stannis. He ticks most of the boxes, albeit in a really haphazard way, but we know it’s not Stannis because we know how stories work. Then we’re presented with Dany as the answer. This seems to add up really well: she ticks the boxes far more literally - smoke, salt, bleeding star - and characters like Aemon are convinced it’s Dany.

But I think we run into the same problem here as we do with Ashara. The closure’s come too soon, everything fits too neatly, and honestly it lacks the surprise factor. Dany may be a surprise Azor Ahai to the rest of her world, but she isn’t to the reader: we’ve seen what she’s capable of, and if we were told that Dany is going to save the world, most good faith readers would be like ‘well yeah if anyone’s gonna do it’. And so ironically, that’s how you start to get the feeling it isn’t Dany. It sounds painfully self-contradictory, yeah, but it’s the same as it works with Ashara. Consciously or subconsciously, we know how stories work.

So Jon is the third answer. Jon is intended as the surprise, where he didn’t even seem like a contender, is really just some guy. Except he isn’t. To make sense of this, you really have to forget how obvious R+L=J seems to all of us now, bc time and again GRRM has said he didn’t intend it as obvious, and actually seems a bit frustrated how many people had worked it out - even before the show got to make the reveal. 

Pasting at this juncture the key details of the prophecy:

When the red star bleeds and the darkness gathers, Azor Ahai shall be born again amidst smoke and salt to wake dragons out of stone. DAVOS III, ASOS

So Jon is descended from Jaehaerys II and Shaera, as the Ghost of High Heart said TPTWP would be. He is indeed a prince, even if he doesn’t know it. When Melisandre looked for Stannis as TPTWP in the flames, she saw ‘snow’. Jon’s story is the one that most directly concerns the fight against TLN; Dany currently has the potential for the most impact, yes, but at the moment she has absolutely no idea what’s going on beyond the wall, and it’s Jon trying to unite the 7K against the Others. This makes him the strongest thematic fit for the hero who will ultimately end TLN.

Then we have the fact that there are two major things about Jon’s story that have to mean something. 1: Jon is the ‘true heir’ to the 7K, the one no one saw coming, that everyone thought was a nobody. Jon was born of the union between Rhaegar and Lyanna that only a dead man and Howland fucking Reed (likely a man with his own knowledge about the TLN, the Children and the Others) know about. Jon was the child Rhaegar somehow knew he had to have (the ethics of that aside…), that made him realise the prophecy wasn’t about him but someone else. Within the story of ASOIAF, this is seismic. It’s no good to say that Jon’s true heritage is nothing more than a political subplot, that’s not how stories work and it’s certainly not how GRRM writes.

And 2: Jon is going to be fucking resurrected. No, he’s not the first character to come back - Beric and Catelyn both got there before him. But if there’s one thing we can be sure of, Jon is coming back for a reason. We saw how ridiculous it is in the show for Jon to just come back to life and get on with everything like normal. Everyone was asking well why the fuck did he need to die in the first place then. To give him an excuse to leave the Night’s Watch? lol. Nah Jon is going to be reborn for a specific reason. Cannot emphasise enough that it is not GRRM’s style to kill Jon for nothing more than dramatic effect.

And who is going to rebirth him? Melisandre. What is the significance of Melisandre? Fucking everything. Melisandre has not been placed at the Wall to get the prophecy wrong AGAIN. She has been placed at the Wall because that is where the answer is. If Jon is the POV most focused on the TLN and the Others, Melisandre is the POV most focused on the AA prophecy. She is the one trying desperately to solve it, and whose revelation we are awaiting because once again, that’s how stories work: we know that Melisandre is wrong right now, so we anticipate the moment she will be right.

So Melisandre seeing ‘snow’ in her flames means something. Melisandre’s weird connection to Jon means something. Melisandre being the one who, seemingly without knowing it, has been preparing Jon for rebirth since about halfway through ADWD - means something also. R’hllorism and its weird connection to the AA prophecy means something. Melisandre and Ghost both having red eyes, with all the rest in mind, also seems to mean something.

Her eyes were two red stars, shining in the dark. At her throat, her ruby gleamed, a third eye glowing brighter than the others. Jon had seen Ghost's eyes blazing red the same way, when they caught the light just right. JON VI, ADWD

And right there’s the fact that Melisandre is the ‘red star of the prophecy’. Everyone thinks it’s the red comet, which we see identified in the ACOK prologue as the ‘bleeding star’ named in the AA prophecy. You know who’s also introduced in that chapter. Fuckin Melisandre. Melisandre and the ruby she wears are alternately described as ‘red’ and ‘star’ - sometimes both together:

Melisandre's ruby glowed like a red star at her throat. DAVOS VI, ASOS

So here’s Melisandre, red as hell, explaining the prophecy. Notice how much she herself seems to embody the imagery of the prophecy - red, flames, blood, burning, etc.

Melisandre was robed all in scarlet satin and blood velvet, her eyes as red as the great ruby that glistened at her throat as if it too were afire. "In ancient books of Asshai it is written that there will come a day after a long summer when the stars bleed and the cold breath of darkness falls heavy on the world. In this dread hour a warrior shall draw from the fire a burning sword. And that sword shall be Lightbringer, the Red Sword of Heroes, and he who clasps it shall be Azor Ahai come again, and the darkness shall flee before him." DAVOS I, ACOK

So we come to the ‘bleeding/red star’ aspect of the prophecy. Smoke and salt are easy enough to come by, but a star is a more specific requirement. As is a birth (or rebirth). Dany seemed to tick these boxes with the smoke of the pyre, the great salt sea, the birth of her dragons/her figurative rebirth, and the red comet. 

But I think the bleeding/red star is more likely Melisandre and/or her rubies. How either end up bleeding I can’t say, but it’s not hard to imagine. Does Melisandre destroy her ruby to revive Jon, or use her own blood? Maybe she has to die to do it, leaving Jon none the fucking wiser when he awakens what her reason for reviving him even was. That would be fitting: I think Jon won't understand his own significance for some time yet.

Either way, we have our star: Melisandre has been looking everywhere for one, never knowing it was she herself. This is actually a great beat for Mel’s story - for all the times she’s appeared all knowing, she was missing the woods for the trees, and her own significance in it all. It’s tragic, too, because that revelation is perhaps also one of her own demise.

(sidenote: I also think it's more fitting [and more likely] that the decision to burn Shireen and indeed the idea to do it is Stannis' own. in desperation, he attempts to fulfil what he recalls of Melisandre's methods, but butchers everything in doing so.)

Next we need smoke and salt, and as mentioned, those are straightforward. We’ve been told the Wall has plenty of salt lol, and light a few candles and you’ve got smoke - not to mention Melisandre loves a bit of fire, so figures there will be smoke involved in Jon’s rebirth either way. So salt and smoke both sound like pretty standard ingredients for a resurrection, I don’t think it’s much worth elaborating.

Then what’s left? ‘A birth/rebirth a day after a long summer’, check, we’re told again and again through ADWD that we’re on the brink of winter. ‘When the cold breath of darkness falls heavy on the world’, check again - Jon is right there on the scene. 

The flaming sword comes after the rebirth, but it’s a given that Jon will wield one - it’s right there in his dreams:

Jon was armored in black ice, but his blade burned red in his fist. ADWD, JON XII

(another sidenote: look, a song of ice and fire. I’m aware that GRRM has previously stated that Dany’s fire and the battle against the others are the titular ice and fire, because he’s sure not going to say ‘by the way it’s also Jon’ when he hasn’t revealed anything about Jon yet. But we know that Rhaegar anticipates a child who embodies ‘the song of ice and fire’, and you cannot associate Dany with ice. Dany IS fire.)

I think Jon probably already has Lightbringer, and it’s Longclaw - we see that Ghost is tied in with the red of it all, and who is atop the sword but Ghost. Valyrian steel obviously also has some fantastical role still to play, and it’s notable that Jaime envisions he and Brienne also wielding flaming Valyrian swords (their flames are blue, of course, and Jaime doesn’t know in the dream that the blades are Valyrian, but the point stands that there’s some connection between flaming swords and Valyrian steel going on, and that that all ties to TLN).

So all that’s really left is to wake dragons from stone. This is one where I can’t really guess what it’ll mean - my best guess is that Jon will find dragonsteel at Dragonstone, because even if he did somehow hatch further dragons they’d be damn babies for the duration of the Long Night, but really this part could point to something we can’t yet guess at, so whatever.

And finally, there’s Jon’s heritage. The Targaryens are tied to the wielding of fire, to Valyrian steel, and to dragons. The Starks are tied to winter, to the Wall, to the old gods and the North. Jon’s heritage is representative of the two forces that need to unite to overcome the Others. 

I don’t want to get into how exactly Jon ties into the mythos of the Night King and what undead Jon might look like, because whilst there’s plenty in there that no doubt ALSO supports the prophecy, I freely admit I just haven’t looked into it all that much bc it’s not a passion point for me, so I'm not going to seriously try. But we do have this part from Benerro's prophecy:

death itself will bend its knee, and all those who die fighting in her [referring to Dany as TPTWP] cause shall be reborn... ADWD, TYRION VI

You can make this really figurative to get it to work for Dany, but it would make a lot more sense for Jon. He'll rise from the dead (death itself will bend the knee) and 'all those who die fighting in [TPTWP's] cause shall be reborn' - hey just like the Others are. Is Jon somehow going to have his own army of the undead? Possibly.

So, cumulatively:

Jon will unite ice and fire, armoured in ice and wielding a flaming sword

Jon’s Stark and Targaryen heritage are figuratively significant

Rhaegar foresaw the significance of Jon. Rhaegar has been wrong in a lot in all senses of the word, but I think he’s going to be right on this point - on ONE fucking point

Jon will be reborn a day after winter comes

Jon will be reborn beneath a bleeding red star

Plenty of scope for salt and smoke to be involved

Jon will wield a flaming red sword

Jon will be on the ground as darkness approaches and lead the charge against it

Jon will make death bend the knee

Jon may lead an army of the 'reborn'

Melisandre is the POV with the greatest fixation on the Azor Ahai prophecy, and Melisandre is beginning to realise the significance of Jon + will be responsible for bringing him back

Jon is the Secret Third Thing

etc etc 

And finally, bc I’ve seen many, many heated arguments over this, I want to establish some things myself before signing off:

I am engaging in good faith here. I have come to these conclusions through reading the books and considering all sides, and think this is a very legitimate reading of the text

This resolution to the prophecy is not something I am invested in. Jon hardly makes my top 20 characters in ASOIAF, and Azor Ahai is not a prophecy I crave an answer for. I’m a lot more interested the southern storylines (in case you couldn't tell)

Dany, meanwhile, is a character I like about five times as much as I like Jon. I’ve not reached the conclusion I have because I think she’s not capable of being AA (currently, I think she’s a whole lot more capable than Jon). I’m only judging based on where I think the story and evidence gestures

I agree that there’s potentially problematic subtext in introducing Dany, a young girl who subverts the typical ‘chosen boy’ narrative by fighting every adversity to be a hero for the ages, [edit - forgot the other half of the sentence orz] only to say actually nah it was special boy Jon all along. It’s difficult to say exactly how egregious I’m going to find it when that comes to be because I don’t have the material to judge, but I fully understand why people find the idea of Jon Snow as AA such a deeply frustrating idea, and I may well share in that frustration when it comes to it

Again: I’m engaging in good faith, so if you want to discuss, please afford me the same. We are discussing a fantasy series

[blueberry-pride]

Referring to this~

OMG! I read the Q&A but IS IT TRUE? Im so excited 😳👉👈 Ummmm may i req then? Not for the event, but just a general req 😌 A scenario/hcs of Leona with fem!s/o where s/o needs comfort & gets spoiled cz she's having burnout due to all of the incidents on NRC~ I hope this is not too much, if u want to change the plot it's ok, thank u & have a nice day 😳✨

I See Right Through You...

Leona x FEM! S/O

warnings: leaning on to very angsty, cursing, personal issues

Berry: I'M FINALLY BACK AA-💀 just wrapped up some things and you should have some of the requests from the events roll around within the month or so 😣 I changed a bit of it but the overall theme is the same just something that hits a little too close to home ;=; Special Thanks to my lovely friends Len and Luna who helped me out with this one ❤️❤️

"This isn't me wanting some semblance of pity, You can keep it for all I care- I'm so goddamn tired but did I ever ask to be in Twisted Wonderland? Oh don't get me started..." "Did I ask to be Crowley's clean up crew? Did I ask to be in the middle of every. fucking. issue?"

"Sometimes I'd like to be the damsel-but sevens forbid the woman wanting to be saved from all the stupid stress of this world."

"Well I'm so sorry for complaining over a job I didn't ask for but hey- we're in a magical school full fun and dreams, cuz that's sure to make up for ALL the unnecessary emotional and physical labor!" Your voice cracked as you forced a cheery smile.

Leona wasn't expecting you to snap at him when he wanted to mess with you for just a little bit. He had observed you from afar for quite some time now. And most importantly, he wasn't a stranger to people putting up a face for other's sake.

His emerald gaze would glint over your figure as he studies the creases in your eyes from all the work you've been doing. He'd always wondered how much you could take, often times giving you snarky or witty advices in hopes to get you out of your doormat cycle.

He admitted what the Head-mage was doing is a bit too far. He was kinda impressed on how you pushed on with that fiery and stubborn heart of yours.

A sadistic part of him wanted to see when you'll break

He wanted to see you bite back

He anticipated it even more when multiple students come to you for help increased by the day;

You nodded along as Ace and Deuce were once again asking help in doing their chores back at Heartslabyul, you laughed it off as one of their usual antics.

You happily agreed when Kalim invited you to one of his many celebrations despite just finished with your cleanup at Ramshackle, your smile didn't reach you. Those glassy eyes of yours, shifting downwards to hide the reluctance.

It was an asshole move of him in all honesty.

Not lending out a helping a hand but he knew you were capable. For fuck's sake you got him AND his dorm to help you out during Azul's little "tantrum".

He wanted you to overcome this on your own. However, he had an oversight on how much you can take on the world alongside his bullshit attempt of support.

Leona had happened to pass by a class with the door wide open, his lions ears perked at the ongoing conversation.

"Phyn, you're in our group." One student spoke up. "Oh hell yeah, thanks dude!" Another cheered, followed by the sound of a high-five.

"-And I guess that's everyone.. Oh (Y/N)..hmm I guess you and Grim would be a duo, every other's group is already filled up." "Uh.." You chuckled with a loppy smile. "No worries, at least I get to stay in my dorm this time." The class chuckled at your comment and nodded along. As the groups filed out chatting amongst each other, he took lighter steps walking closely behind you.

It wasn't until you reached the entrance of Ramshackle is when you finally noticed him. Which led to the situation right now. "Why the long face herbivore, where's the can-do attitude I know and adore~?"

Your hands balled into fists, shaking as tears were running down your eyes.

"This isn't me wanting some semblance of pity, You can keep it for all I care- I'm so goddamn tired but did I ever ask to be in Twisted Wonderland? Oh don't get me started..." "Did I ask to be Crowley's clean up crew? Did I ask to be in the middle of every. fucking. issue?"

'Shit...' He said mentally.

"Let's...do this inside. We don't want anyone gawking at ya like this." He laid a hand behind your back inside and joined you not before he scanned the area for any curious on-lookers.

He leaned against the side of the wall of the living room, listening to your continued rant. Throwing hands and even had the strength to throw away the innocent coffee table in the middle, Its legs breaking into splinters as soon as it hit impact onto the cold hard floor. "-WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME WHO HAS TO FIX THINGS?" You exclaimed towards the pillow you threw towards the ground.

"Helping fix things is nice and all.." You sniffled. "But is it really so wrong to want that shit in return?"

He knew it was bad but he wanted to see how far you're flames would burn him. He wanted it to hurt-what you've been going through, he knows he can take it.

"You're ranting to the wrong person, go off on Crowley, yell at your classmates for ignoring ya. Tell that red-head and blue-haired friend of yours to fuck off and do their own stupid chores." "Be fucking selfish for once herbivore, Treat yourself to a nice nap-"

"-Oh what? like you? I'm not you Leona." You retorted back. "For fuck sakes you were born here-you were supposed to exist in this plane of existence while I got chucked out of mine." "You say I exist here but I'm one of the least wanted given my 'cheery' attitude. At the very least I know when to stand my guard." You huffed as you sat on the couch, tears still spilling from your eyes. "Is this your way of helping me? because I could clearly feel the love right now..." Leona let out a dry chuckle as he walked over to you. His imposing figure casts a shadow over you but as you gaze at his eyes, there was a lingering feeling of warmth. "Dont be like me." He shook his head. "Sevens, I hope you don't end up like me, but what I'm trying to say is..." His voiced trailed as he looked at your shaking form.

A memory sliced through him for a second. For a brief moment he saw his little self all those years ago in the visage of you. "In a campus full of these jackasses in NRC-including myself sometimes, I... I see right through you." He awkwardly patted your back. "I know it sucks but don't do that shit to yourself where you thought 'hey, I know who to look for if I'm in a room full of folks I adore, but who would look for me?'" Leona had a distant look as he stared at the broken table in the middle of the dorm. "Look for yourself first, look for that little corner of your room to be selfish with what you want to do. Worry about the details later." You cleared your throat as you steal a soft glance at him "You may not be the best and most unlikely to look for advice." The air seemed to change as the both of you share a soft laugh. "But you get right to the point...even though you could've done something much earlier." "What's the fun in that?" He raised an eyebrow. "Besides, You don't need a king's help in chess, a queen...has all the moves she needs."

Leona was surprised to hear your melodic laughter, belting out through your still falling tears at his small comment. "Oh my God Leona you did not just-" You wiped a tear as you smiled at him. He felt a flutter in his chest from the way you're looking at him now. "Well you did just say, I'm not the best." He smirked.

The tense feeling in his shoulder now dissipated as he settled himself on the couch strangely close to you, a tiny voice inside him wondered why. Seeing you smile even though you just murdered the poor coffee table not too long ago is a sign to him he did his job.

It's certainly weird but it's you. People may not look for you or choose you in a room full other characters from their lives, but you can trust that there's always a lion beastman just out in hallway, willing to stand with you through it all.

[dethronetheveil]

Bet on Me- Chapter One

Synopsis- When Freya’s band gets invited to be an opener on Bad Omens’s EU tour, she is both thrilled and extremely nervous. Meanwhile, the boys in Bad Omens decide to have some fun, specifically involving Freya and Folio. Some bets are involved and some group conspiring. What will come of Freya’s time with Folio and the boys?

Characters: OC [Freya] x Folio

Word Count: 2k

Tag List: @foliosgirl , @dsireland86 , @lma1986 [let me know if you’d like to be tagged in the next part!]

Trigger Warnings: Cursing, Allusion to sex, Reference to addiction [let me know if I missed anything]

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The sound of Freya’s boots clomping against the linoleum floor reverberated off of the walls as she walked towards the designated meeting room for the bands. It was two days before the tour officially started and it was kicking off in Berlin. Everyone had flown in the day before, and this was about to be the first time the bands met each other. Luckily, the Bad Omens boys were keeping it small with just Freya’s band and theirs.

The bands decided to meet in the catacombs of the venue they would be playing at in a couple of days. Freya wished she had met up with the other girls, or at least had been on time because it was like a maze that she couldn’t get through. She had a tendency to be late to things, and this was no exception. Her lateness always caught up to her, and this was a prime example. She continued to walk in circles, checking her phone every so often to make sure she remembered the room number. Was she on the wrong floor?

After what felt like hours, Freya finally reached the door— which she swore she had passed several times during this endeavor— with a sign that just listed the band names, ‘Bad Omens and Blood Red Kiss: Meeting.” Freya nodded to herself, took a breath and pushed open the door. The moment she stepped inside the room, she watched as everyone’s eyes darted up to her. The rest of the room looked decently empty, besides the chairs set up in a circle, like some sort of weird AA meeting. Freya just gave a curt smile and walked to the empty chair next to G with her head down. She sat and slumped down in the chair, taking a sip of her coffee, which was the reason she was late.

“Sorry everyone. Needed a pick me up,” she retorted as she lifted her coffee cup up and brought it back to her lips.

“All good. We’re just glad you’re here. Now we can start,” replied one of the guys sitting across from her. He was dressed in a black hoodie that must have been their merch and black shorts. From what Freya knew about ‘Bad Omens’, she guessed this must have been the lead singer, Noah. Freya decided to study the other members of the band, since they were here to meet each other.

Sitting next to Noah was a guy with black hair pulled back in a bun. The thing that stood out most about him to Freya was his soft eyes– she was immediately transfixed. In order to avoid making eye contact with him, she moved on to the guy sitting next to him. This guy seemed taller than the others, but maybe he was just lanky. It was hard to tell when everyone was sitting down. He had long hair that cascaded his face, and Freya noticed his knuckle tattoos. Hard core. Finally, Freya’s eyes moved to the last guy. This guy had shorter dark hair and she noticed a lack of visible tattoos, but he was wearing a sweatshirt, so maybe they were just well hidden. There was something about this guy that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but she was definitely intrigued.

Freya was immediately shaken from her trance when this mystery guy turned his head to look at her and she subsequently felt an elbow slam into her rib cage. She turned to where the elbow came from and saw G staring at her, trying her best not to laugh.

“Why’d you do that?”

“Because, stupid, we’re introducing ourselves and it’s your turn,” G responded with a shake of her head.

Freya cleared her throat and couldn’t help but blush. Great first impression, now everyone probably thought she was an idiot. “Um, I’m Freya, I uh, play guitar, and I’m excited to be here.”

She could hear snorts and giggles coming from her friends on her side of the room and the guys just stared at her blankly. “Wow, Frey, you really sold that,” she could hear Soph teasing from her seat. At this point, Freya just wanted to sink into her chair and disappear forever. She did the sinking part and placed her free hand over her forehead and closed her eyes. It was too bloody early to have to interact with new people.

Freya picked her head up and opened her eyes when she heard one of the guys begin to speak. It was the mystery guy who Freya was so interested in. “Well, I guess I’ll go now. I’m Nick, but everyone calls me Folio. I’m the drummer for these guys and we’re fucking pumped to be here.”

Freya couldn’t help but roll her eyes a bit. He had too much spunk for 9:00am. She put her head back down and listened to the rest of the guys with her eyes closed. Her fingers found the ends of her hair, as she absentmindedly began to pick at her split ends, dropping golden wisps of hair to the floor. Freya found that she had the inability to sit still, especially when the focus wasn’t on her. Was that self-obsessed? Maybe, but it mostly just felt like circumstantial boredom.

A sigh escaped her lips as she shifted in her seat. She decided to tune back in and learned that the guy next to Folio was named Jolly, or at least that is what he said his name was. There was no way that wasn’t a nickname. The soft eyed guy was named Nick– that explains why other Nick goes by Folio. And then of course there was Noah.

Once everyone was done being introduced, Noah started talking about the nitty gritty details of the tour. He went over all of the locations, all of the dates and times. Finally, he told the group that since they were a team on this tour, that if anyone was sick, someone from the other band could fill in, unless it was him or Soph.

At this, Freya lifted her head and let her words fly, “So, you’re saying we’ve got to learn your songs on top of ours now, too?”

She felt that not-so-comforting elbow to the rib cage once again from G, and she immediately turned towards her, “What, G? That just seems like a lot.”

There was an obvious shift in the room, and Freya felt all eyes on her. God, why did she have to say everything that came to her mind? She had been like that since she was a child. She thought of one specific time in school when a girl in her class called Freya a freak, and Freya decided to mention the fact that this girl’s dad left the family. For the rest of the year, no one would talk to her because they all came to the conclusion that Freya had a big mouth.

“Well, if you think about it, we have to learn all your songs, too,” Freya heard Folio say on her other side.

“Yea, but-”

Freya was cut off by Folio continuing his last sentence, “And we have listened to you guys’ music already. Have you listened to ours?”

Freya crossed her arms over her chest, “Yes, I have listened to your music, but I am just saying it would have been nice to know I needed to learn more songs earlier than two days before the tour starts. All I’m saying…” she finished and put her hands up in surrender.

“You’re right, and I’m sorry we didn’t warn you beforehand, but hopefully that doesn’t have to happen,” Noah responded, taking back the conversation.

Freya almost said more, but she knew it would be pointless. She looked back over to Folio and he was already looking back at her with a grin on his face. Freya had never been someone who was particularly good at controlling her facial expressions, so she returned his grin with a snarl. This made Folio’s face immediately drop.

Freya could barely concentrate on the rest of the conversation, but once she saw Noah shift in his chair, motioning towards standing up, she was the first one to pop up. She followed suit as everyone else folded their chairs up and put them against the wall. She grabbed her empty coffee cup and tossed it in the trash. While she was at the garbage bin, she could feel someone behind her. She turned to see Nick with the soft eyes smiling.

“Uh, hi,” Freya forced out.

“Hey, sorry, I didn’t mean to spook you. I just wanted to let you know that since we play the same instrument and everything, that if you needed any help, I’d be happy to.”

Freya once again crossed her hands over her chest, “Ah, thanks, but I think I’ll be alright.” Did he really think she needed help? Was this because she said something? This is yet another reason why she needed to learn how to filter herself. She could tell by Nick’s fidgeting that this wasn’t the answer he was expecting.

Nick continued playing with a strand of his hair, “Oh uh, I wasn’t trying to offend you or anything-”

Freya chuckled, “No no, I’m not offended. Just not particularly interested in help.”

Nick dropped his hands, “Okay, well, the offer still stands if you DO want to take it.”

Freya just nodded and smiled, and luckily Nick was smart enough to catch on. He awkwardly turned and walked back to the group of guys, no doubt talking about how off putting Freya just was. She got that complaint a lot, especially from men, but she couldn’t help it. It came out naturally. She had been exposed to too many shitty or just plain rude guys that she completely put her walls up. In all honesty, help with the guitar parts would have been super helpful, but Freya had a special way of fucking things up for herself.

A couple seconds later, she was shaken out of her pity party when Soph came up and placed a hand on her shoulder, “Hi friend, rough night?”

Freya chuckled, “Not even. Just don’t like meeting new people at 9:00am.”

“I completely agree with you,” Sophia responded as the rest of the girls gathered around the two of them, “What do you say we go grab something to eat? Would that make up for all this socializing, Frey?”

Freya rolled her eyes at Sophia but couldn’t help but smile. Soph always knew how to make Freya smile; she did since they were kids, “Yea, yea, I guess so. Are we done with all this?”

“Yep, at least that’s what Noah said,” G responded and all the girls looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“Oh, Noah said?” Sophia asked teasingly in a hushed voice and this sent the whole group of girls laughing. Freya knew the boys were probably staring at them, but at this point she didn’t care. She just wanted to have fun with her mates in Europe and play kick ass music. That’s what she needed to focus on.

Luna pushed open the door and the rest of the girls followed. Once the door was closed, Luna finally said something, “So, who does everyone want to fuck?”

This sent the lot roaring all over again, “Luna!” Sophia shouted through laughter, “But, in all seriousness, Noah.”

“Me too!” G shouted as the group made their way down the hallway. Freya just hoped the boys couldn’t hear.

Freya was still laughing as G shoved her with her shoulder, “What was going on with you and Nick. Like Nick Nick, not the other one.”

Freya looked at G inquisitively, “What do you mean,” she asked as the girls made it out of the building.

“I mean… that moment over by the trash can.”

“Oh, that? He was just trying to see if I needed help with the guitar parts. I said no.”

“Oh, come on Freya, lighten up. Let the boy help you with your guitar,” G added with a wink.

“Oh my God, G. I am not trying to fuck any of them!”

“Okay, whatever you say,” Soph chimed in.

“Not you too, Soph.”

From the other end of the sidewalk, Freya heard Luna clear her throat, “Um hello, no one asked me who I wanted to fuck.”

Sophia chuckled, “Okay, who do you want to fuck, Luna?”

“Jolly.”

All the girls started laughing again, “I could see it,” G commented as the girls started walking down the street to find some food.

[solar-tl-27]

OH HEY WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT I’M BACK

Yall never get regular posts from me omg you guys I’M SO SORRYYYY

but but but but but ya’ll wont believe it

I have been… DOING ART?! youuuuu heard that right folks i me MYSELF AM d-doing art.

Ok soooo i got a few updates

Life is still incredibly hectic i swear i feel like one of those fanfic writers tha5 post like

Hey sorry it took 8 years i was in a coma! But thankfully that’s not… entirely the case?

I’m on the list for an appointment to see if i have adhd because hearing my friends who are diagnosed and medicated talk about literally MY EXACT ISSUES AND IT HELPING i was like… damm maybe it is the good ol case of audhd … so hopefully hopefully i can get something to help with that!

Uhhh in other news I’m saving for a laptop so i can get into video editing and idk make some animation memes and animatics!

But ofcourse

Ofcourse

I promised art let’s not dwindle any more!

First of all we have some art i did for my story quest for the moon (i did blur out a bit just cuz well idk my audience that well so i’ll be bluring it even though it takes away a bit of context)

Then another piece for that series and then… omg.. no way is that?! Is it?!

Hehe surprise let’s get into the first art!

3 GOT ANOTHER REDESIGN AND MIGUELS’S FIRST FULL ART

Welcome welcome to my sweet sweet sweet baby angel boy Three that’s right he’s been on my mind again so i drew him… kinda like a splash art? If he was in a gacha game very cute very demure (if that meme’s old already… no it’s not)

And then we have THE VILLAIN of quest for the moon

Miguel also our main character ash in the corner hiiii ash

Miguel is basically like the mentor that’s secretly just try to steal your powers type he’s very much an opportunist and i love to draw him and loooove to hate him! This piece is basically foreshadowing extravaganza that will… eventually be clear i swear I promise I PROMISE but for now enjoy the piece it took sooo long

Next art!

This is still a work in progress it’s not done yet but I’m incredibly proud of it soooooo I’m showing it anyway and then we’ll get into the surprise

MEET MY SON ALEXANDER

ohhh my goodness after being in art block for so long it feels so nice to just get a solid redes out i’m soooo happy with how he’s turning out AA that’s my son MY BOY one of my oldest oc’s from so so so so long ago and fun fact i drew both pieces with the exact same brush heheheh the headshot next to him is his brother phoenix

Ok NOW FOR THE SURPRISE

Guess what! That’s right i have actually ACTUALLY started finding my way into the new project reignited

That’s right we got a MAIN CAST now

Now obviously some are.. easy to find the original inspiration for but they won’t be that similar to the redesigns they used to be no no no

Welcome the new crew of project reignited!

Muse, Plume, Thea, Orianne & caelusss

Muse is the main character a human boy who is just trying his best who gets swooped up into helping a dragon girl save her kingdom and the magical dimension while also fighting to preserve his home town!

Plume a dragon girl (plume, bloom you get the gist) who somehow ended up on earth is now tasked to find help to save her people and mother while also discovering the beauty of earth

Thea the daughter of an urban development company ceo and the love interest of muse (did i get myself this invested into a ship that i made it canon here… yes.) she’s a frail girl but is forced to step in as her fathers ideas turn from helpful to greedy and destructive

Orianne Thea and Muse’s friend and the more motherly of the group but faced with difficult circumstances and changes in her life can cause her to lash out as her life is completely steered of its course by magic and her dad remarrying.

Caelus! Muse’s closest friend a pretty chill guy that works at an icecream parlour during the week and helps his family with their market food stand in the weekend, he really wants to be a culinary chef but doesn’t know if he can truly achieve his goals in his hometown.

That’s the gang this will from now on be an original concept and no longer a winx rewrite yes winx will be an inspiration for this work but i do not intend to go the fairy route nor make the world building as big as i had made it in my rewrite… what you will see is me taking my rewritten work as a basis for this story considering i have basically rewritten my version of domino, zenith and solaria from scratch sooooo SWEET BABY BOY CRYOS MY BABY will be making a return later on in this story he’s mine he’s my son my boy i can do with his character whatever i pleaseeee ok ty

That’s the update that’s the post thank you all for enjoying my content and my terrible upload schedule life had beeeeeen hectic ty ty hope ya’ll stay for more and if this was your first post of mine you saw…. Check out my other work pls and thank u

Oki

BYEEEEE

[izunx]

hiya!! could i request something with baji bonding with his s/o after a long tiring day? patching up small injuries, relaxing, and cuddling kinda stuff 😱 thank you!,, aa i love him sm 🥲🥲🙏

Nights with Baji. ✧.*

. he's adorablee, this will be a joy to write, thank youu . warnings: none, just fluff! . word count: 652 (just a short oneshot)

✧.* baji x gn reader

"Keisuke!" You could only exclaim seeing your exhausted boyfriend on your doorstep, with a mischievous grin.

"Missed you jus a little bit," without asking, he made his way in, taking off his shoes before grabbing your arm and making his way towards your bedroom.

"Slow down a little, why's there a cut on your face?"

You halted and held your hand to his face, tracing your thumb just under it as he stared down at you. He loved these moments where you could gaze up at him. It was one of the times where he could just admire the soft concerned look on your face and he felt loved.

"It's just been a long day" He sits down and his face was sullen, it was clear he was exhausted from the way his eyes drooped and there was a lack of energy. You felt sorry for him and you knew just the way to make him feel better: cuddles. But that could wait.

Sitting down with the first aid, you pat his cut with the cotton pad. He placed a hand on your thigh and grinned once again. He was content. And he couldn't wait for the awaiting cuddles he had in for him when that silly cut of his you insisted on patching up was covered safely in a plaster.

You however, couldn't help but glare at him. Just what was he thinking getting himself hurt? But you can't stay mad forever with the way his hands had a comforting grip and a face with a handsome ass smile.

The second you closed the first aid kit and plastered him up, he tackled you to the bed. Although you would rather die than admit it, you loved seeing him so eager for affection.

"You big oaf, just what got you so affectionate?"

"mm, I lied when I said I missed you only a little bit," He put his head on your chest, "I missed you like crazy to be honest" Boy did you smile almost a little too hard.

"Kei that's so sappy!" patting his head, you snickered but truly and honestly, you were giddy. "Shaddup!" He dug his head closer into the crook of your neck.

There was a comforting silence. The only thing Baji could hear was the rapid sound of your heart beating, if only he knew just how crazy he made you feel. Ignoring his feeling of tiredness, you missed him too so you couldn't help but ask him how his day was.

"It was questionable, the boys made me go crazy today and we took a play fight a little too far" he sighed, "and you weren't answering my texts!" Your eyes shot wide open -

"I'm sososo sorry babe-" He cut you off by covering your mouth with his large hand.

"Don't be love just know it was a hard day without those sappy texts you send" he mimicked some of the things you'd send throughout the day, reminding him to eat and reassuring him to stay strong because he'll be seeing you soon. That was your kind of relationship and he would rather die then see the day you no longer send those texts. But he wouldn’t admit that. You smacked his chest playfully.

“You shouldn’t treat your girlfriend like that kei,”

“My bad, I thought I was dating a beast” and to that you simply attempted to push him off you, rejecting his affection.

“Chillll, was just a joke babe” he snickered.

“Yeah right, go babe someone else!” despite saying this, you took him in again in your arms and felt his breathing calming down. Looking down at him you realised he had his arms snaked around you and he was holding on tight.

“As your beast girlfriend, I shall help you overcome your tiredness love” you soothed your hand up and down his back.

“Cheers to my loving doting beast girlfriend!”