#that's a noise in both pain and. excitement maybe idk

[actualsunflower]

wips that make me go like aaaaouuuuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[shotmrmiller]

Submitting to his dominance— part III

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

TW: dubious-con???, light mentions of violence, tied up for a moment, biting, thigh riding, fingering, edging, unprotected p in v, creampie, this is just vulgar idk what to say.

WC: 3k

A/N: this is it. i didn't plan on using the small drabble of jealousy for this but it worked better for me in the end. this is totally self-indulgent gg yall

You’re on a call with a friend, excitedly discussing your upcoming date with Gaz. Telling her how the both of you are still getting to know each other, just dipping your toes in the water— but the chemistry you both felt was natural, and your friend was screaming on the other end of the line, excited for you.

Approaching your front door, you’re giggling at something they said when you turn your doorknob and push. It opens.  Unlocked. You never leave your flat unlocked. After a moment, you let your friend know you’ll call her later and pivot, dialing the police. Just as you’re about to leave, a recognizable voice comes from the other side of the door.

“Get inside, pet.” 

Ghost. 

Resolutely shaking your head, you firmly say, “No. I blocked you for a reason. Stay here as long as you like, I’m going to Johnny’s.”

In a split second, you find yourself yanked back by a forceful hand clutching onto your hair, causing a jolt of pain as a few strands give way. The grip on your hair intensifies, and you're forcefully dragged into your apartment, confined within its walls with a slam of the door. 

“Are you fucking—”, Ghost cuts you off with a rough palm over your mouth. Anger surges through your veins, nostrils flaring,  and you lift your arm to strike him when he uses the hand covering your mouth to slam your head against the wall— not too hard but with just enough strength to remind you of the position you’re in. Who you’re in here with.

“Hands to yourself, girl. You’d be pickin’ a fight you couldn’t even dream of winnin’.”

Maybe he had a suspicion that you’d test him again because he swiftly rotated you and fastened your wrists with zip ties behind you— before turning you around once again to face him.

How fucking dare he. Oh, if looks could kill. 

You give him the most hateful scowl you can muster, and he looks at you for just a second, almost mockingly. He lifts the mask to uncover his mouth and then tries to press his lips to your neck, but that’s not about to happen. You move your head and shoulder to prevent him from getting anywhere near,  when he moves his hand to fist your hair and yanks. You don’t know what made your eyes tear up. If it’s the stinging ache of your scalp or the twinge in your neck from how hard he pulled. It was silly of you to think he wouldn’t just take what he wants— he’s done it so far.

Ghost has the nerve to chuckle as if he didn’t almost break your neck.

“Don’t be dramatic, pet. If I wanted y’dead, you wouldn’t have even seen me coming.” 

Not realizing you spoke aloud, you’re about to purposefully speak your mind when his lips latch onto the delicate skin of your neck, sucking hard, to the point of pain. And he does it again, on the other side. The sting of his hickeys causes you to whimper, and you assume he likes the noise that involuntarily slips out of you because he grinds his clothed erection against your core while sucking a mark on the fluttering vein in your neck. 

Ghost pulls back, fist still in your hair, and rubs his thumb across the throbbing bruises as if admiring his work. “Hey,” and moves his shirt to reveal his neck— showing you a half dozen blotchy marks that his other conquests put there, and with mirth says, “We match.” 

You start thrashing at that, as best you can while being restrained, and the intense fury of why you even blocked him in the first place comes back to the forefront of your mind. 

“Get the fuck off of me!” you scream. You raise your leg to kick him when he readily grabs it, effortlessly lifting you off the floor. He lets your one leg hang over the arm he has sturdily planted on the wall before grabbing the other to do the same— and pins you flat with his hips, bulge pressed firmly against your cunt. Your arms ache with pain as they are ruthlessly pinned behind you against the wall, pulling a hiss of agony from you.

“Now, now,” he taunts, “There’s no need to get pissy over me sleeping with someone else. Y’asked for a fuck, not a boyfriend, lovie.” 

“Yeah,” you grit out, “You’ve made that clear enough, with your little flings Johnny told me about.” 

“Aw, and tha’s got your knickers in a twist, does it?” he grinds his hips, “Would you believe me if I said tha’ you’re the prettiest?”

You snort. “Piss off— and actually piss the fuck off. You can go get your dick wet with someone else.” 

“Why would I wanna do that when I got y’here spread open so willingly f’me?” and grinds his hips again. 

You were about to retort about the ‘willingly’ being questionable when he latches onto your skin again but this time, he sinks his teeth into the meat of your shoulder. Your nails dig into your palms, eyes welling with tears at the sharp pain of the bite. 

“Ah— stop, please stop” and it feels like he bites down even harder before finally relenting. His teeth come off your skin leaving behind a dark, angry purple imprint. 

“You sound so pretty when you beg, pet.”

Ghost looks up from the bite to your eyes and notices them glassy with unshed tears— licking off the ones that did spill. He trails soft stubbly kisses from your jawline to the corner of your mouth almost to coax it open. You wish you were a stronger person to resist his allure, but his mystique pulled you into his orbit. His touch ignited the spark in you to a flame, and you cave.

His mouth caresses yours open, your body melting against his. You let out little, breathy moans, and when he sloppily licked into your mouth, you caught his tongue and sucked— pulling the raunchiest, cunt-clenching sound you’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing. You let go of his tongue with a pop.

He moves his hands off the wall to dig into your arse and walks to your couch, putting your back to the cushions as he pulls off your pants. With a firm grip on your hips, he pulls you towards him, making you straddle his muscular thigh while his hands wrap around your waist, reaching for your bound wrists.

“I’ma take this off. I wouldn’t try hittin’ me again.” You feel a snap, the tingle of your blood rushing through the mark left by the zip tie, and shrug— in an attempt to ease some of the aches in your shoulders from being forcefully positioned for so long.

You side-eye the military pocket knife he used to cut the ties, wondering when he took it out— where he even hid it. Ghost leans forward to shrug off his leather jacket, pulls off his shirt while keeping his mask over his mouth, and tosses them to the other side of the sofa. You knew he was fit but seeing just how much made you a tad insecure. The separation of the muscle from the round of his shoulders to the bulge of his bicep, with the vein running along the bicep was mouthwatering. Strong vascular forearms, only one of them with a half sleeve. You can see the muscle striation of his full-looking pecs, his abs clear cut, obliques you could count with your fingers. Ridiculously fit, unlike yourself. Soft tummy, thick meaty thighs, and fleshy hips. He brings you out of your musing with a hard slap to your arse.

“Out of your head and back here w’me, eh?” he says while soothing the sting with his calloused hand. “I can feel how warm your cunt is through my jeans. Go on,” and lifts his hand to rub a thumb over your mound, “ride my thigh.”

The feel of your clit against the rough fabric of his jeans and his thumb rubbing firm circles on it has your pussy growing wet, leaving a damp spot behind on him. One hand grips you to push you through the motions, and you continue to roll your hips— chasing the friction you need. 

The circles he’s drawing turn slippery as the tension of your impending orgasm intensifies. Your legs start to shake as you stroke yourself on the length of his thigh and the steady roll of your clit under his thumb is about to make you break, your walls fluttering when Ghost pulls away— abruptly leaving you at the ledge, and it stings. 

“Y’didn’t think I was gonna just let you come with how bratty you’ve been?” and you let out an angry whine. “Open your mouth,” he orders.

Your tongue unsticks from the roof of your mouth as you do, and he shoves two of his long fingers into it, and curls them over your tongue— and you close your throat to prevent your gag reflex.

“Atta girl, love,” the smirk he gives is so irrationally smug, that you want to bite him. He puts both of his thighs in between your legs to spread you, letting him get a good look at your swollen, dripping cunt.

He pulls his fingers out glossy with your spit to rub them through your folds, then presses one, and then the other. He pushes to half the length of his fingers and curls, pushing directly on the sensitive patch of nerves. Ghost repeatedly presses against it, and the noises you and your cunt start to make are lewd, sloppy. 

Your pleasure starts to rise again, back to where he left you off with every precise drag of his fingers over your patch of nerves, your body feels like it’s radiating heat, your vision starting to go white when again, he leaves you hanging. Right at the fucking edge and you dry sob from how pleasurably painful it is. 

Ghost grabs your neck with a firm, wet grip and pulls your face to his, lips hovering over yours, breath mingling. 

“With me in you or none at all, pet,” and slaps your cheek, leaving behind a sticky residue. 

Quickly divesting himself of his jeans, he picks you up and takes you to the bedroom, where he watches you bounce on your mattress. He’s about to crawl over to you when you put your foot flat against his chest. 

“I’m not fucking you without a condom when you still have the evidence of your promiscuity on you.” 

He grabs that ankle and wraps it around him, lifting its twin to do the same, then places himself between your thighs— resting some of his body weight on you. 

“I never sleep with anyone without protection. You’d be the first in many years,” and you scoff at him. He grabs your jaw, cheeks squishing under his fingers, demanding eye contact. 

“I’m many things but a liar isn’t one of ‘em. You’ve done so well f’me, been so obedient. You’re the only one I want to feel without any barriers. ” 

This reminds you of how much of a bastard he is. Taking wheat and spinning it into gold, just to get what he wants. 

“And how many times has that line worked for you?” whimpering at the feel of his heavy cock rubbing against your wet cunt. 

“You’re the only one I wanna see my cum drip out of, pet. I swear it,” and he starts to push into you. Even being as drenched as you are, your cunt still struggles to take him. He gives one thrust and it reaches halfway before it stops— almost like it’s stuck. Ghost pulls out, cock slippery and creamy with your juices then pushes in again. It’s like a rock breaking the surface tension of still water— he sinks to the hilt.

It burns. It’s an ache and his length feels too large, too much, but hearing this typically silent behemoth of a man mumbling into your ear has you groaning at his depth. 

“Fuck, baby, fuckin’ hell sweetheart—”, the salacious groan in your ear makes you clench your gummy walls around his invasion. He moves slowly, giving a series of unhurried, languid thrusts. 

“I’m gonna make sure this tight cunt fits me and no one else,” and that has you thinking if he said that because of your upcoming date, but then with a soft slap to your cheek, he shifts— bringing himself to his knees. Ghost grabs the back of yours and pushes them to your ears. You’re bent in half, can barely breathe, and then he gives you a knowing smirk— with just one corner of his mouth lifted as the only warning before he pounds into you. 

Viciously.

Unsparingly.

Every thrust of his has the tip of his head firmly pressing into your cervix with an obscene squelch. The deep pinch you feel against your womb brings tears to your eyes. 

He’s merciless with how hard he fucks you, and you can’t do anything other than take it, thoroughly pinned under his body weight. Ghost then lets go of one leg to cover your mouth with his hand before angling his hips upwards— just a tad and the angle is so sharp he has you screaming. He must’ve known exactly what was gonna happen because he’s completely unfazed by how loud you’re being, just presses down on your mouth even harder.

“Keep taking it, pet, I know you can,” he growls out, but it feels like he’s actually rearranging your guts, so deep inside you can feel him in your throat. His rhythm is unrelenting, and the coil that Ghost has kept tightly wound all this time threatens to snap, and you’re sure it’s going to break you.

He hisses as he feels your cunt quivering around his cock, and he definitely knows what’s about to happen because he then slows his hips and cuts through your pleasure with his selfish demand.

“You tell Gaz that this weekend is cancelled and I’ll fuck you against that wall and let you come,” and you’re babbling out your surrender, jerky nods of your head. You’re okay with losing this battle because you’re winning this war unequivocally. 

Ghost pulls out aggressively, pulls you to the edge of the bed to position your ankles at his shoulder, and lifts— walking to the wall, pinning you. He slaps your arse before sliding back in again. 

“M’good girl has earned her reward, hasn’t she?” and with that, he lets spit dribble from his mouth to land on your clit. 

“Lemme see you touch yourself,” and resumes his thrusts, this time pushing directly into your sweet spot, again and again. You rub circles in rhythm with his thrusting, your body starting to seize. 

“Fuck, tha’s it, love, fuck me,” and he moans when the nails of your unoccupied hand dig into his shoulder. “Jesus, yeah, scratch me. Leave a mark— I wanna see you on me tomorrow,” and he starts to piston into you at a punishing pace, and he in combination with your fingers has you careening into one of the most, if not the most, overwhelming orgasm of your life. 

You tense, and with no control, actually scream out your peak. Wave after wave of blindingly brutal pleasure, nothing but a ringing in your ears and your limbs that violently tremble— relieving the ache that has been in between your thighs for weeks, from Ghost’s ruthless edging. 

The choking vice your cunt has on his cock sends him over, groaning out his climax. He’s grinding so deep in you that it just hurts, then thrusts himself into oversensitivity. 

He backpedals, taking you with him in his arms, and falls back onto your bed with a grunt. You’re rubbing the marks your nails left on his shoulders— just an imprint. Good. Then, you shift yourself upwards, straddling his ribcage to touch the lovebites. 

“You didn’t really think I’d leave a trophy for you to take home, did you?” and his dark eyes unblinkingly stare at you. Gazing right back, you say, “I won’t be a part of your collection.” But you’re not sure if you aren’t already, seeing as how it’s his cum dripping out of you and landing on his stomach. 

“But an agreement is an agreement,” and get up to grab your phone. Sending Gaz a quick text, you then turn the screen towards Ghost. 

Can’t see you this weekend, Gaz. Sorry:(

Oh, the belly laugh Ghost lets out at the response Gaz sent makes your face flush.

We talked about this, doll. Our date is next weekend. 

“Now I,” you get up, leaving Ghost lying on your bed with his spend drying on his belly, “am gonna go shower, and you can let yourself out. I asked for a fuck, not a boyfriend.”

As you saunter to your bathroom, you turn your head to end it with, “Seeing as how I won’t be needing you anymore, delete my number.” 

—

By the time you step out of your bathroom squeaky clean, your apartment is as if you didn’t get fucked within an inch of your life. Everything looked in order, bed comforter tucked with hospital corners— empty. Except your phone wasn’t where you left it. You walk over to pick it up and on the screen is a text from Ghost’s number. He unblocked himself and changed the name of his contact to Simon.

If you wanted exclusivity, all you had to do was ask, love. Tell Gaz to fuck off for good, I’ll see you soon.

You quickly run to your bathroom and slam the door closed. Squealing, you dial Gaz’s number. 

“Hello, doll,” his voice is low, as if he was asleep.

“It worked! We did it! We—” and you cut yourself off, “Wait, did I wake you?”

He chuckles and you can hear another deep male voice in the background. 

“OH! Oh. You weren’t sleeping! OK! Sorry! So sorry! I’m hanging up!” and press the end call button. 

To beat the player, you must first learn how to play the game.

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[selineram3421]

Heeeey, semi-insipred/totally inspired by "As the World Caves in" can you do a story that involves Alastor going after that one last killer he hadn't got yet. Like alot of serial rapist-murders, they have a type they go after. Maybe Alastor's fiance is exactly 100% the type, and he starts noticing a new car in their neighborhood and a new seemingly friendly face in their lives that seems to be VERY interested in his fiancé, but mostly he is just seen walking a dog and from gossip might be the new bf of a neighbor (who doesn't fit the type). Nothing OBVIOUSLY suspicious to your averge person but maybe not Alastor.

Maybe they can be kind of a foil to Alastor where Alastor in his own twisted way has a nobel cause of trying to stop extremly dangerous crime by killing criminals that the cops aren't getting either on purpose or theoufh incompetence.

Maybe the serial rapist murder also thinks they have a nobel cause thinking they are "saving women from this terrible world." Or whatever idea that they got in their head to justify their wants. Maybe just some guy. Crooked cop knowing how to dodge the system. Ifk.

Idk, I'm messy and here for the DRAMA!

Ooooo~ Some of you wanted mooooooore. Lol.

Coming Apart

As The World Caves In

Human Alastor X Human Reader Oneshot

Warning!⚠

⚠ she/they for reader, mentions of hunting, blood/gore(discriptive injuries), fluff/angst, food mention-breakfast, hinting at the start of cannibalism, stalking, attempted rape, murder, blood!, bad dog owner, reader gets their hands dirty, self defence ⚠

Being engaged to Alastor is very much like being partners in crime.

It is never boring.

Instead, its quite exciting and unexpected at times. Sometimes its good but sometimes it could also be bad.

Like right now.

.

It was late at night.

Only students working on papers or assignments are up at this hour. Thankfully with blasting music, headphones or not.

You were up waiting.

Alastor was out on one of his "deer hunts", you like to call it. Only because you found antlers mounted in his dorm when in college and thought he hunted them.

It gave a good cover for his occasional late night outings.

The hour was way past twelve, quiet in the apartment save for the ticking from your antique mantle clock sitting on the windowsill.

Outside was a different story.

Modern times have a more active night life, and cars pass by now and again. Not too often.

Thank god I don't live on a main street.

You thought, scrolling through images on your phone. Trying to ease the multiple worried thoughts swarming in your mind.

He was late.

Later than usual. Both of you had a long talk about how to carry out his "hunting" properly to ensure it did not disturb nature too much.

It was still bothering you.

He's late.

Then you notice that you've started bouncing your leg in place, and your thoughts keep spiraling.

Finally, there's a sound by the door.

Practically jumping up, you rush over and check the peep-hole, seeing him looking down the hallway and leaning over a bit.

Opening the door quickly with a smile, it shifts into a gasp. "Alastor!", you end up saying in shock instead of happiness.

He's holding himself up by leaning his hand on the doorway, his other hand is red and pressed up against his abdomen. "Hello darling..", he gives you a wobbly smile. "I'm home."

"Get inside, quick!", you whisper shout and pull him carefully.

He hisses in pain but follows you inside the apartment, not going too far. Moving to the wall, he slides down against it to a sitting position in the entryway. Letting out a few more noises of pain when you peel away his hand and shirt from his wound.

"Al.. Al honey, we have to get you to a hospital.", you manage to not stutter out.

"No-what? No. Then they'll ask how I got stabbed.", he says and moves your hand away with a sound effect to go with it. "Pssshh."

"And that tells me how much blood you've lost.", you say as you call an ambulance.

Both of you end up learning more first aid so this doesn't happen again, and so there is no suspicion.

At least it was never boring. Both of you hate being bored.

❇

Weekend mornings are Alastor's favorite.

Because every weekend morning starts off with music.

"Lovin' you is easy cause you're beautiful~", he sings and dances with his fiancé in the kitchen.

"Don't forget to flip the pancake.", they say and give a quick kiss, that turns into a slightly longer one.

Flipping the pancake quickly, he goes back to them to continue dancing.

"And everything that I do is out of lovin' you~", he hums the rest.

The radio continues to play the song as the two prepare breakfast.

Coffee is almost done and mugs are set out, plates are on the counter nearby the stove, and the table has a vase full of flowers that were picked from yesterday's grocery shopping.

Yes, everything should be perfect..

But why does this look lacking?

Alastor thinks as he stares down at the plate he is putting food on, which has scrambled eggs, toast and sausages.

"And every day my life is filled with lovin' you~", she sang while pouring coffee into the mugs.

Shaking the thought out of his head, he finishes up serving the food and takes the plates over to the table.

"Darling, do we have anything planned for today?", he asks as he sets the plates on the table and pulls out the chairs.

"Hmm.. I don't think so.", they say, making their way to the table with the mugs full of coffee. "I'd like to go thrift shopping though, we can try finding that old radio you wanted.", they say placing the mugs on the table.

"I quite like that idea. Let's do it!", he agrees with a smile.

The two sit down to eat and talk about what else they might buy.

Its a week later that his fiancé notices a new face in the neighborhood.

"Do we have a new neighbor?", they ask while looking out the window, but staying near the wall to be out of sight.

"A new neighbor?", he asks and makes his way over, standing next to them and also taking a look.

There's a man sitting at the bus bench on his phone with a dog leash in one hand. Odd thing is that a dog is nowhere to be seen.

"Do you think someone was dog sitting for him?", she asks.

"Perhaps, but we can't be too sure.", he says. "Let's go back to planning love. We're almost done with all of the food options."

"Don't forget the sweets table.", they say and head back over to the couch.

"How can I forget your sugar addiction.", he says with a light laugh and follows behind them.

"At least I know you won't steal my treats."

.

A few more days pass and the stranger is still hanging around the apartment complex. Not liking the odd vibes he gives off, Alastor visits an elderly neighbor that both of you like to call Grandmother.

He knocks on the door, holding a pie his love baked before heading off to work.

The door opens, revealing an old woman with white hair and wearing a purple dress, with a small pink flower broach pinned on their off white cardigan.

"Alastor, what a surprise.", the old woman smiles.

"Hello Ms Rosie, how are you today?", he offers a smile back.

"I'm doing well dear, come in!", she says and opens the door wider, walking to the living room. "Where is that lovely fiancé of yours?"

"They had to go to work today, one of the people called in sick.", Alastor answers and closes the door behind him before following the woman.

"Would you like tea? I just made some cinnamon tea.", Rosie now makes her way into the kitchen. "Set the pie down on the coffee table."

He sets down the pie like asked and sits down on the couch, knowing the woman would make a slight fuss if he didn't.

Rosie comes back with two mugs of tea and hands one to him before sitting down on the other end of the couch. "How are you dear? Anything interesting to tell me?"

"I'm doing well, nothing too interesting but my fiancé and I went to a few antique stores last weekend.", he says with a fond smile, remembering when they got excited over finding a 1930s typewriter.

"Oh how lovely, was there nice jewelry or tea sets?", she asked.

"There was a good amount of tea sets but most of them were incomplete. We managed to find you something that you might like.", he says before taking a sip of the tea, burning his tongue in the process.

Too soon. He thought with a small sigh.

"How sweet of you both. I'll make you both something to wear. Do you like sweaters?", Rosie continues to talk about different kinds of sweaters she could make for them.

"We both like sweaters, I'll visit again soon and let you know what kind with my fiancé.", Alastor says and puts the mug on the coffee table. "I wanted to ask if you know something about that strange man sitting on the bus bench across the street with a dog leash. He looks about like he's in his late thirties."

"Hm.. Yes, that man came into the building once. Asking to put up some missing dog flyers. Don't understand why he's just sitting on the bench. Maybe he's just waiting for someone?", Rosie says, mumbling the last bit. "Well, the other women say he might be a boyfriend of some young girl living in the apartment. Of course its just a guess."

"Hmm. I see.", he hums.

"Why do you ask dear? Did that man cause trouble?", Rosie asks.

"No, just surprised by the new face.", Alastor flashes a smile.

Before leaving the old woman's apartment, she gives him some red tea.

The next day both he and his fiancé are walking to the car when the strange man walks over.

"Excuse me, have you seen this dog around?", he asks them and holds up a flyer.

"No.", Alastor says after taking a glance at the picture.

The dog looks fluffy and has a bandana around its neck, but the image is terrible and you can barely tell what kind of dog it is.

"What about you miss?", the man then asks them, taking multiple steps forward.

"No, sorry.", they shake their head, taking a hold of Alastor's arm.

"We'll keep an eye out.", Alastor says quickly taking the flyer and the two keep walking. "Are you alright love?"

"Yeah, that guy just got too close.", they say.

That night, he looks up a list of stalkers and assaulters online. Only falling asleep after remembering that he has work tomorrow.

During work, there was an uncomfortable feeling in his gut.

When it hit five, he gathered his things quickly and left the radio station. The drive back home was a little annoying due to traffic, but he got there earlier then he usually does.

Then his phone rang.

Picking up the phone after seeing it was her, he let out a small sigh of relief.

"Hello darling. I just got home, so-", he started.

"Hey Red, remember that guy that kept sitting on the bench across the street? He- he followed me to work today.", they say shakily. "He had flyers like last time but he's been outside the building since putting some up."

"I'll be there. Stay on the phone with me and tell your boss the situation.", Alastor says quickly and gets ready to head out.

"Ok.."

When he gets there its dark, only the street lamps, a few stores, and cars passing by are giving off lights. The phone call ended when he said that he was around the corner.

Getting out of the car and running over, Alastor heads inside the building they work in and asks for them.

"You're their fiancé right?", the woman, who he assumes is your boss asks.

"Yes, are they ok?"

"Yeah, but the guy is still around. I'm going to need you to "buy" something while they sneak out. That ok?", she asks.

"Yes, that's fine. I don't care.", he says and gets a few bags of candy in the front.

Then he sees them walk out to the front.

"Hey.", they wave.

"Thank goodness you're ok.", he sighs and pulls out his wallet and keys. "Take the keys while I pay, the car is nearby. You have it yes?"

"Yeah.", they nod and take the keys, then look over to their boss. "I'll head out now."

"Walk out with Anthony and be careful.", the woman says as they head to the back. "The candy is for them isn't it?", she says as she scans the items.

"They eat candy while at work don't they.", he says with a chuckle.

After getting everything, he heads back to the car and sees that they've made it inside safely.

She unlocks the drivers side when seeing him walk up.

Opening the door, Alastor gets in and passes them the bag of candy, locking the door quickly after closing it. "How are you feeling love?", he asks while starting the car.

"Uh, a bit terrified to be honest.", she says and takes out sour candy. "Thank you for the candy."

"Let's go home.", he says.

Both of them keep an eye out for any cars that might be following them. And to be extra safe they don't turn on the lights when entering their apartment.

❇

After that, you called the police but of course nothing was done about it. They only said that they'd keep an eye out.

It was unsettling.

That guy knew where you lived and where you worked.

Seeing your uneasiness, Alastor suggested that both of you get away for the weekend and rent a cabin.

"We'll have Rosie come by and house sit for us so it looks like we're still here. I'll rent a car and we can go up to that mountain you told me about so much.", he holds you close, pulling you into a dance.

"Really? We can go anywhere, it doesn't have to be-", you started but were shushed with a kiss.

He pulls away with a smirk.

"Yes darling, you love it up there and you can show me all of the little shops you've explored, like that Little Dandelion bakery.", his smirk softened into smile as he lifted his hand up to caress your cheek. "I want to see you smile up at the trees again."

You hid your blushing face by resting your head on his chest with a soft huff. Alastor chuckles and continues to sway you in place, kissing the top of your head.

Rosie came to your apartment with her knitting tools and measuring tape the next day, a Friday evening. She had a book on patters for sweaters, yarn rolls almost spilling out of her bag.

"I'll take your measurements before you head out, go through the book if you want something specific.", the old woman said placing her things down on the coffee table.

It didn't take long before you both went out through the back of the building, going to the rental car that Alastor got. You helped put some of the bags in the trunk before he stopped you.

"Don't bother with this love, get in the car and lock the doors until I'm done.", he kissed your forehead.

"Ok.", you nodded and went into the passenger side.

Once finished, he joined you in the car and began driving. Both of you didn't know that the man had taken note of all the licence plates in the area.

The drive was peaceful, just an hour and a half away. You held the map on your phone as the car passed by familiar grassy hills and the old church ruins. At some point you both got off the car to get snacks and stretch your legs.

Driving up the mountain, you were beaming when the car drove through a cloud.

"I hope it rains, it's so pretty and smells nice in the rain.", you commented.

Soon both of you arrived and you told him to park near the shops.

"The restaurants are nearby, so we don't have to walk that far.", you explained.

Alastor smiled as you dragged him from shop to shop, and even praised the food from one of the restaurants that you took him to. The last stop was at the bakery you favored.

He took the orders while you found a spot to sit outside.

Paying for the sweetbread and coffee, he also got you a small pie. It didn't take long for the drinks to be ready and they quickly gave the baked goods.

Now I see why they like it here so much. Good service. He thought before stepping outside and looking for you.

But you weren't anywhere to be found.

"Darling?", he placed the items on a nearby table and looked around the area.

You would have told him if you were going somewhere, he knows that you would have waited for him. Something was wrong. Where were you?

Looking at the woodland floor, Alastor quickly went into hunting mode. It was quite easy to pick out shoe prints as the dirt was still damp from the morning rain. He knew your shoe size and the pattern on the bottom of your shoe, because you added little hearts to make markings with every step you took.

He found the little prints, but what had him more alert was the signs of struggle.

Someone had forcefully dragged you away.

Quietly, he followed the prints and soon found you pressed against a tree with a man covering your mouth.

"Don't you see I had to save you?", the man said as he tried to undo your pants.

"Mph!", you clawed and punched to get out of the gross thing's hold, effectively scratching the man's face till it bled.

"STOP FIGHTING ME!", he shouted and threw you on the ground.

You hit your shoulder on a rock which made you yelp in pain.

Alastor used this moment to tackle the man.

"YOU FUCKING PIG!", he growled and started beating the man in the face. "HOW DARE YOU! YOU NASTY, LOATHSOME-!"

"ATTACK!"

There was a loud bark and then before he knew it a dog was trying to maul him.

"Get off you beast!", Alastor tried his best to throw the dog off but it just kept biting and ripping his jacket.

He was angry.

At the man and at himself.

How could he have ignored everything else? He should have noticed there was a mutt. But in that moment all he saw was red. He couldn't let that man lay another hand on you.

"Argh!", he yelled as the dog bit his leg. "You little shit!", he kicked the dog.

It took longer than he would have liked but he knocked the dog unconscious.

Alastor dragged himself to lean on the trunk of a nearby tree. Arms and legs firing up with pain, him barely able to move an inch before the burning flared up again.

"AAAAHH!"

He heard his love scream out.

Finding her and the disgusting man near the other side of the trail, he sees that they've taken the upper hand and pulled out their sharp pair of scissors.

Ah, its Mr. Stabbington.

"STAY STILL YOU BITCH!", the man yells, grabbing her by the neck and trying to choke her. "CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I'M DOING YOU A FAVOR!?", he rolled them over until he was back on top.

"L-LET GO OF ME!", you coughed before stabbing him in the neck.

.

Blood splattered and dripped onto your face as the man looked down at you in shock, his face staying frozen that way as he dropped.

You shivered in disgust as the body pressed against you, feeling how aroused the creep was when you moved your leg to kick his lifeless body off. Not sparing another glance at the body, you quickly turned to rush over to your lover's side.

"Alastor!", you cried, throwing the scissors as you stumbled over, kneeling down by his side to look over his wounds. "Oh god, you're bleeding so much-!"

The dog had left bite marks and gashes, his blood starting to sink into the soil.

"I-I'll call the local police and-and an ambulance will get here!", you took off your jacket and covered him before shakily taking out your phone. "Fuck!", you shouted at the no signal.

He called your name softly and held onto one of your hands. "I'm going to be ok, just go to the cafe and bring help."

"I don't want to leave you here.", you sniffed, and pulled the chain of your necklace, a whistle at the end of it. "I'll use this and shout but I'm not leaving your side."

Your love nodded and let you do what you wanted.

"You look beautiful in that shade of red."

It only took a few minutes before someone had come to help.

"HOLY SHIT!", the person yelled and ran over.

Local police arrived and the clinic vehicle as well, you told the police the summary of what happened before promising to tell the rest after Alastor was taken care of.

You got into the back of the clinic van and held onto your love's hand whenever you could.

He would be ok.

He had to be ok.

This took me a while but yay. More human Alastor. There will be more✨

~Seline, the person.

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[slippingkim]

imagine public sex with sunoo 🫠🫠 and getting caught or nearly getting caught by people or idk maybe by his older members. He’d get embarrassed but he secretly enjoys it a little.

nsfw | mdni !! ✰

~ cw: smut, handjob, humiliation kink, pubic sex (kinda), niki not included in imagine*

bfsubsunoo x gfdomreader

When sunoo invites you to have dinner at the enhypen dorms you obviously accept because who could turn down such a cute face, despite you having a rough history with the members by both of you ignoring the strict no dating policy. Sunoo comes and picks you up from your house and head back to the dorms where you meet the members, greeting them with a bow before sitting down to eat and chat formally. “Thank you~” say finishing your meal and waiting for sunoo to do the same. You continue to watch sunoo finish his meal with full cheeks and a happy smile.

You all agree to watch a scary movie making popcorn and turning the lights off. sunoo sits on your lap excited since horror is one of his favorite movie genres. A couple minutes into the movie you notice sunoo who is in an uncomfortable position on your lap he starts to squirm to get into a comfortable spot, in doing so he sits back as far as he can scooting back a little to far causing his ass to sit right on your entrance, making you let out a small groan.

Gladly nobody heard but you couldn’t help getting insufferably horny, you’re hands start to trail under the blanket and down sunoos hips sliding past his waistband of his lose shorts. You feel him tense up and pause eating his popcorn, you lean down to sunoos ear “relax..~’’ you whisper in his ear continuing to reach into his boxers, his cock basically perking up in your hand. You can almost sense the expression he has on his face eyes batting around the room a blushing mess, you knew he was extra nervous because heeseung was sitting right in front of him on the floor that meant he couldn’t make a sound and jay on the left of you two luckily he already fell asleep 15 minutes ago.

You begin to slowly start pumping his cock, his hand gripping on to your knees while continuing at a soft pace signaling you to go faster, him making quiet enough whimpers that the tv could drown out. Trying to get sunoo to crack you place your thumb on his tip and begin to rub circles around it causing his hips to abruptly buck upwards. You lean over his shoulder to get a better grip on his cock now stroking it with a more aggressive approach, he begins spread his legs under the blanket more letting you make sure no part of his dick goes untouched. Very close to bursting, him looking like biggest slut with his legs spread far apart for you and mouth hanging open with drool threatening to spill out but surprisingly not making any noise.

Until the tv pauses and the lights turn on making you both freeze, jungwon gets up to make more popcorn since they ran out. As he gets up the rest of the members heads turn and of course jay wakes up their eyes follow jungwon to the kitchen when they land on you two still in the same position as before. After a few seconds of processing you both scramble to look as normal as possible as the rest of the members start to dramatically freak out with abrupt “awws!” and “ewws!” of course jungwon separates you two for the rest of the movie, but it seems that sunoo keeps glancing over at you from the other side of the room with a pouty frown and painful bulge signaling you that he was wanting more. When the movie ends you bid a awkward farewell to the members.. they definitely aren’t gonna like you now.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

🎶I want to saaaayyyy…hello🎶 (How I haven’t used that one yet is incredible).

The day I run out of various hello lyrics and jokes will truly be a sad day in Tumblr history. Anyways, hello! It’s me. 💛. OMG I absolutely loved what you wrote for my last request. Tyler is just something else this tour man. Idk what he is eating, but he is just no filter and I live for it. Honestly, that oneshot might be one of my favorites from you (and that’s saying something because all your works are bangers).

So, you said you were willing to write Spooky Jim so I am going to torture you with my ideas because I feel like Josh’s Blurryface persona isn’t explored enough and I just think he looks good in red eyeshadow 🤷🏼‍♀️. I was wondering if you could maybe do an angsty oneshot where the reader is exposed briefly to Spooky Jim, but Josh quickly takes back control. However, Josh is horrified by that side of him showing so he sort of shuts the reader out. Eventually, the reader manages to convince him that she isn’t going anywhere.

I’ll be honest, I’m very excited to see how you do Spooky Jim, even if it is only briefly. ☺️

Spooky Jim - Spooky!Josh x Reader

Relationship: Spooky Jim/Josh × Reader

Warnings: Swearing, choking, violence, crying - lots of angst

Word Count: 791 - thought this would be perfect for a short blurb type piece so whipped this up in he back of my class lol

A/N: Hope this is okay! Sorry it took so long!

PART 2

The banging had been ongoing for hours, each hit and crash seeping through the walls that I thought were thicker than this. My head was throbbing and my brain felt like it was swelling within my skull. Josh and I had moved in together a few months ago and we’d been planning to build a soundproof studio so he could work on his music without it ringing throughout the house. But with tour coming up, he had to practice–there was no changing that. I always tried my hardest to be patient with the drumming and I definitely didn’t mind it behind Tyler’s voice and accompanied by a backing track but by itself it just felt like noise–constant noise that never ever stopped. I wasn’t against his music or him practicing–that wasn’t the case at all–but when it’s 10:30 pm and I’m trying to get a paper done, that’s a different story. I could feel every crash vibrate through the floor and into my body as I tried to focus and finish my research before the deadline. Closing my laptop and climbing out of our bed, I marched down to the basement as each step fell in time with the beats. The closer I got to the banging, the more I realized there was a backing track playing, a weak and gentle hum hidden beneath the drums. I leant against the staircase, waiting for him to finish the track which I’d recognised as ‘Heavydirtysoul.’ Something was off though, each hit of the kit seemed to get louder and harder as the song progressed, causing my ears to hurt. The banging continued, Tyler’s voice just peaking through the drums. Bang! Crash! Bang! Each hit caused a painful pinch in each of my ears until a loud snap rang through the room. Both red painted drumsticks in his hands snapped plainly in half, small splinters of wood flying across the kit. I gently placed my palm on Josh’s back, the gray shirt he was wearing slightly damp with sweat. He flinched violently, turning around and grabbing my wrist tightly. His fingers burned into my skin, the tips likely to cause a line of bruises. 

“What?” he spat, eyes completely bloodshot. 

“I was… uh… drums… headache?” I asked, completely in shock at the pain in my wrist. Josh stared at me blankly as if he was turning over thoughts in his head. 

“You want me to stop?” he smirked, standing up and throwing what was left of his drum sticks to the floor. I nodded slowly, desperately trying to figure out what was wrong. Very slowly he started to walk us up against the wall, my head slamming, causing a sharp wince to escape my mouth. “Do you think I have the time to care about your silly little headache Y/N? Do you think I’m not busy and need to practice Y/N?” he shouted. I could feel my heart thumping desperately in my chest, head rushing through possible ways to get out of his grip. He brought his other hand up to my throat, running his fingers across the rings of my trachea causing my eyes to widen in fear. He’d never tried to hurt me in the past. Josh was one of those people who would never hurt a fly, even when he was stressed out. My breath was shaky as tears poured from my eyes and I tried to pick my next words carefully. 

“Josh?” Almost immediately his expression changed from an intense stare into pure fear. 

“You need to leave,” he said, taking four large steps away from me. Something had changed when he heard his name, something important. 

“What?” I questioned, my voice raw. I could see two things out of the mirror in the back corner of the room. One: My neck had a large red mark in the shape of Josh’s right hand. Two: Josh’s hands were both shaking behind his back. 

“I said get the fuck out Y/N! Leave! Get out!” he screamed. With a heaving breath I ran up the stairs and out the front door, not a single thought in my head. There was nothing to think about, either I stayed down there with him and he could hurt me again or I could leave and be safe–and I wasn’t going to pick the first option. I ran and ran and ran until I found myself on the side of a busy road halfway to Tyler’s house. Car after car passed me as I stumbled in the direction of where I could remember his house being–that was the only place I could go. It was completely dark outside and the only lights were the occasional car and street lamp that I passed. As I reached into my back pocket for my phone I felt nothing–it was empty. Shit. Tyler’s house wasn’t too far from where I was and in a split second decision I decided to sprint there. I wasn’t going to be stuck out on the side of the road alone at 11:00pm. I ran and ran and ran until I found myself on Tyler’s front porch. The lights were on which I’d found odd given Jenna was on a trip with the girls and Tyler usually had the lights off when he was home alone. The night air was crisp, the cold air swallowing me whole as it circulated through my lungs. I stepped up to the door raising my fist to knock before the door opened, Tyler standing on the other side completely dressed and fully in black. 

“Hey,” he smiled, holding the door open for me. He clearly noticed the look of shock on my face as he reached for my hand and helped me inside. Every soft light in the house was turned on, the ambience calming and welcoming. 

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t be here. I’ll go.” He tightened his grip on my hand slightly telling me to stay where I was. 

“He said you’d probably end up here,” he sighed, leading us to the upstairs studio with the large windows–I loved that room. 

“Wait, you talked to him?” I paused in the door frame, Tyler walking into the studio and turning on the neon lights. He nodded, sitting down right in front of the wall of windows. 

“Of course I did. He called me the second you left the house,” he explained. I slowly made my way across the room till I was sitting next to him, my knees pressed flat against my chest. 

“So he told you what he did?” I sighed, looking out across the property. 

“He told me what happened, yes. But it wasn’t him, I’m telling you that wasn’t him,” he looked down at me. 

“I’m pretty sure the man with his hand around my throat was Josh, Tyler,” I snapped. In a complete state of shock I surrendered, Tyler pulling me in as I wept messily into his shirt. My chest was heavy as tears fell and I took quick breaths. 

“Y/N… it’s more complicated than that,” he rubbed my back.

“He… he… Josh…I–” I sobbed, each word muffled into his chest.

“You need to rest. We’ll talk about this in the morning,” he declared, moving to get up but I shifted my weight so I stayed on the floor. 

“Tyler, I can’t–we–please,” I sighed and he nodded, sitting back down.

“Do you want me to tell you what really happened or do you want to wait for Josh?” He checked his phone as if anyone would be trying to reach him at this hour. 

“I’m not going near him again so just tell me,” I huffed, wiping the tears from my face. He nodded before starting.

“You know Blurryface and how I have control over him most of the time?” I stared blankly at him trying to figure out where he was going with this. “Josh has a blurryface too except he’s called Spooky Jim. From what it sounds like, you met him tonight.” This couldn’t be true. If this was true then he would’ve told me, we’ve been together for a year, he would’ve told me. 

“No,” I scoffed, “that’s not fair… he–he wouldn’t–no.”

“I told him to tell you sooner but clearly he didn’t,” he sighed. If it was true then I couldn’t blame Josh for any of it. I loved him more than anything and I was going to stay with him–be there for him–because he needed me. 

“You’re sure?” I ran a hand through my hair, my palms sticky with sweat. “Yep,” he nodded. I needed to call him. I needed to see him. Anything to tell him we were okay. Tyler noticed me looking around the room and pulled out his phone. “He’s not gonna want to talk to you for a while Y/N. I’m sure Jenna’s told you about the first time Blurryface came out that I ghosted her for three weeks. He’s going to need time,” he started. 

“At least let me send him a text. My phone is back at the house,” I begged. He nodded, passing me the phone. 

“Keep it short. I can stop by the house tomorrow to pick up anything you need,” he spoke, getting up and leaving the room. I pressed Josh’s contact photo, one that Tyler had taken from their most recent tour. The most recent messages about an upcoming photoshoot. I started to type up my message. 

‘Hey. It’s Y/N’ (deleted)

‘I’m at Tyler’s’ (deleted)

‘I miss you’ (deleted)

‘Josh?’ (deleted)

‘I’m safe. I love you and I’m always here for you. Call me when you’re okay. I love you - Y/N’ (sent)

//

Requests open!

[alexthesillybilly]

What if springtrap x reader but I write it from springtraps POV idk I wanna study him this is rlly similar to another thing I wrote btw if it feels familiar :P idk why but I love writing this exact scene lmao

God, how long has it been? Months? Years? Decades? How was I supposed to know? I haven't spoken to anyone since I was left in here, and I probably never will again. I'm still trying to figure out what to do to pass the time. At first my methods were a little more about escaping, but clawing at the walls and slamming my self against the door was both very painful, and was also not doing anything for me, so I stopped doing those pretty quickly. Then I remembered there were arcade machines in this room! But then I remembered that this is the parts and service room and they were out of order. And very unplayable. But that didn't stop me, I ended up disassembling and putting them back together a few times.

That got boring, too.

Now I'm not really sure what to do. I spend a lot of my time either fidgeting with loose wires or pacing around like some kind of scared animal. After I stopped having the indescribable dread of realizing I was trapped here, it changed to craving something. Anything, really. Whether it was hearing music from outside, seeing a color other than pitch black, feeling anything other than the freezing cold tile floor and my own pain.

I think I mostly craved company, though.

I was never into psychology, but speaking from experience, I'm pretty sure that completely depriving a human of any communication or entertainment for years (decades??) will fuck someone up.

There's some sort of noise around the door. It's happened a few times, usually someone who broke in trying to get into the room before discovering it's boarded up. I don't know who boarded up this room, but I'd like to have a talk with them. Only a little murder included. So I don't get my hopes up too much. They're not going to get in.

So maybe I get a little excited when for the first time, I actually DO hear the door crack open and light pour in.

Holy shit, it's happening.

I can finally get out of here.

I felt nearly manic at the sight. So imagine my thoughts when someone walked in.

I freeze. What do I do?

There is so much I want to say.

Can I even talk?

I don't know anymore.

Who is this?

I try to look at them without moving. Nobody I recognize. That's probably a good thing.

If I move, I might scare them.

On one hand, then I'd be able to leave.

But on the other hand, I need to talk to someone, ANYONE, so bad that I can't let then leave already.

So I stay still while they approach.

They must not be deterred by the sight of me, surprisingly, because they crouch down beside me like I'm not... like this.

"What the hell are you?" They laugh under their breath. Wow, okay. First words spoken to me in this long. I deserve that, though.

I need to talk so bad but how am I supposed to talk to anyone now? I don't even remember how it works, let alone if I physically could. I pray they'll ask a yes-or-no question soon.

They stand back up.

No. No, no, no, not already. They can't leave. I have to risk it.

I try my best to tell them not to go. It comes out as more of a noise you'd make on your deathbed, but it's enough to get them to stop in their tracks.

"No. Nope, I am NOT being your horror movie protagonist who dies first, nope. Not today." They turn to run out the door. This time I'm prepared. Kind of.

"No-" I manage to choke out before realizing how much it hurts to speak, and very pathetically falling against the wall in pain. I have to get the message through, though. "Don't go."

"Hooly shit." The person stares at me in horror. "I have so many questions."

Talking hurts so bad, but nothing hurts worse than my indescribable loneliness, so I'll just have to deal with that later. I have to say something.

"Me too."

[solitaireships]

writing patterns tag game

Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

I got tagged by @comfortingstars to do this! idk who all of my mutuals write and I always feel awkward tagging people, so you're welcome to do this if you want!

Fics are under the cut!

🫀 “I think I love you” - James

Working out with James is always more fun for Helena than doing it alone. She’s never been big on exercising, only doing it because it’s a necessity to stay in shape with her job as a Huntress. While James and her focus on different kinds of things at Atlas Academy’s private gym— he’s more focused on strength training while she focuses on aerobics— the company is nice. 

✨ “you look… nice.”

Piera zips up the back of her dress, getting ready at Miguel’s apartment for an Alchemax party he was invited to. Normally she wouldn’t come to these— Alchemax doesn’t like the press being present, they're always nervous that a secret could leak and fall into one of their rival companies’ hands. But tonight she’s not going to be there on press business, instead coming as Miguel’s girlfriend and plus one.

Culture Reconnection

Helena doesn’t cook very often. It’s not that she’s a bad cook, but with her and Chae-Yeong both hating being in the kitchen with other people, Chae-Yeong tends to be the one to make dinner more often than not. Helena figures that with how much food they’ll need for tonight’s Seollal celebrations, though, she could handle the majority of the cooking. 

Honeymoon

Shepard hasn’t been to the beach in years. When Mark had suggested that as a honeymoon spot, she wasn’t sure about it. She’s always gotten hot easily, and she hates being around sand. But with the charges against Mark being lifted, he has more freedom now than he has in a long time. So when he said in their wedding planning that he wanted to go to the beach for their honeymoon, Shepard was happy to oblige.

let me in your atmosphere

Andromeda wakes up feeling more rested than she usually does. She’s never been a good sleeper— even when she was a child she’d often wake up in the middle of the night. But for the first time that she can remember, she realizes as she stirs awake that she doesn’t think she had any late night interruptions to her sleep. She slept soundly, and she thinks that she owes her unusually good rest to her girlfriend. 

baby you know i’m guilty

The hum of live orchestral music fills the Gotham Museum of the Arts, just loud enough to be heard over the chorus of people in attendance at this year’s annual auction. Alex tries to focus on the music instead of the people— it’s easier for her to process that than to try to filter through all the noise to listen to just one conversation. 

Untitled Investigative Minds Ficlet (CW: mentions of periods)

The first night of Shepard’s period is always the worst. It’s not unusual for her to wake up in the middle of the night feeling like her insides are tearing themselves apart— something that happened tonight at 3 in the morning. The time she spent in the bathroom barely helped with the pain and nausea, and the Advil she took hasn’t kicked into effect as she made her way back into bed. 

Marks

Shepard’s sitting in bed, waiting for Hoffman. Why he always takes so long getting ready for bed is beyond her, but she doesn’t mind waiting. It’s not like he gets a lot of space right now— that’s one of the many downsides of being on the government's most wanted list— so she’ll let him take whatever moments he wants. 

in the morning

The soft light of the morning seeps through the curtains of Alex and Bruce’s room. It wakes her up from her sleep, eyes only half focused as she blinks into awareness. 

Christmas Gifts

It’s been a long time since Christmas has made Alex as excited as she was when she was a kid. Maybe it was back when she stopped believing in Santa that the holiday felt less special, or maybe it’s just because she’s been so busy with life that it’s hard to slow down. But as Alex sits by the Christmas tree with Selina, it’s easier to remember the feeling of excitement from when she was a kid. 

I think the main pattern with all of them is I like to use my opening paragraphs to orient the reader to whatever is going on in the fic and give some context!

[goldensmilingbird]

felix and bri (pv) for the ask game?

Thanks!!

First, Felix!

1: sexuality headcanon - demiromantic ace and probably bi.

Also I hc him as a trans guy, and I think he figured out the gender part pretty early, but haven't figured out his sexuality yet, because he never felt attraction before and was never really bothered by it. Then he meets Ladybug, gets to know her and oh. It all starts to come together.

2: otp - Felix/Bridgette, my original otp. I also have a soft spot for Felix/Allan.

3: brotp - Felix and Allegra as childhood friends. Felix and Claude as frenemies. Felix and Allan as the type of friends who just chill together (I think maybe Claude would bring out his Chat side and Allan his Felix side? Anyway I love this trio). And Felix and Plagg as unlikely friends that start out on a really bad note.

4: notp - him and canon Marinette.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head: autistic Felix! Also here is a bunch of random ones:

- he loves vinyl records and later starts collecting them along with books;

- he always brings spare clothes and a first aid kit with him in case of bad luck (and on occasion he used them to help others, too);

- he is almost always cold, even on hot summer day he'll wear long sleeves or several layers of clothes;

- he is sensitive to noise so Allan gifts him a pair of noise-cancelling headphones once, and he doesn't leave home without them since;

- he has a sun allergy (yeah, that's a thing), and Quantics like to joke he is a vampire;

- he uses a cane (as seen here) and he has chronic pain.

6: favorite line from this character: he has none 😔

7: one way in which I relate to this character: his closed off, maybe anxious nature

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: uhh that one art where he drops the apple on Mari's/Bri's head I guess

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? problematic fave!

Now, Bri!

1: sexuality headcanon - bi or pan! I think she would fall in love easily, and a lot of her crushes would be girls, so unlike Felix, she already figured out she's not straight. If Luka and Kagami were in PV-verse, I bet both Felix and Bri would fall for Kagami.

2: otp - Felix/Bridgette and I have soft spot for Bri with girls (Allegra, concept!Alya, Kagami, Chloe)

3: brotp - Bri and her version of Alya as old friends, Bri and Allan as new friends, Bri and Adrien for pv/canon crossovers.

4: notp - uhh, idk? I can't really see Bridrien or Bri/Claude as romantic though.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head - I'm gonna do a bunch again:

- she has ADHD;

- like Felix, she likes collecting stuff, but it's usually stuff like figurines and plushies or cool rocks and trinkets. But most of her money goes on various arts and crafts supplies or gifts for friends;

- she adds pockets to all of her pants/shorts and some of the dresses;

- she loves listening to music while she works/studies and has a bunch of playlists;

- if not music, then doodling also helps her focus;

- her room is always cluttered with clothes and wips and various other things;

- she tried bringing a stray cat home more than once;

- she likes bugs, even those that are considered creepy.

6: favorite line from this character - she has none 😔

7: one way in which I relate to this character: I guess we're both very emotional and can be quite excitable? I'm not as outgoing though

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: her running after Felix and missing the cues that he is not interested

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? cinnamon roll!

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary149

2/10-11/2024

saturday - sunday

work didn't go great, i guess, but it doesn't matter.

it's not even worth going into so i won't.

my gf had her root canal today, she's been in relatively mild pain all day, i think, any pain sustained that long, no matter how mild though, is a big deal, she's just been sleeping it off mostly. i did get to cook tonight, after a long time of not doing it, just noodles and vegetable stir fry/yakisoba, it was good. i think this stove here is scary, kind of, but it also cooks stuff in a way i like, it doesn't do heat in pulses, it is continuous, at least. it makes a weird noise but i guess it just... does that. idk. i hope it just does that.

living in the space age with electric heating coils. instead of pads. cool stuff.

today feels like it was relaxed, i got off work early, by an hour, and i cooked, and i also have been able to get through the last 3 songs here for getting right for the album, at least this pass is complete, and that should mean more songs don't need to be touched the next go around, and the next go around will be like, more minor in the adjustments, and things. yeah. hopefully. we will see, that one song i was having issues with, it's still puzzling me, how to get it exactly right.

i wonder how serious the issues are, i think what it is, is that the drums just aren't loud enough, so maybe i bring the guitars down a touch, and that'll let the drums breathe more and stuff, that seems doable, i can do it tomorrow when getting everything ready to hear, in album context, which is exciting to think about, i'm really hopeful that whatever issues i notice seem easy to deal with.

but this is exciting, the progress, i am excited about the note taking too, even.

hopefully, tomorrow the entry is longer or whatever, idk, anyway, i am super tired, talking to my friend about making music rn as well, hopefully tomorrow i can give him synth advice, w/ ableton stock synths, which i have not really used too much, not for a while, but we are both making fucked up grindcore, and stuff, so i should be able to help.

aanywayyyyyyyyyyyyysssss,

byebye!!!!!!!!

[deputy-jude]

I HAVE THINGS TO SAY PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR HEAD THUNKS.

Okay so recently i've come to the realization that i might be autistic or have adhd. Or both. Maybe. IDK.

But the thing is i'm not very sure. Like at all really!

When i read about the symptoms about the tism or adhd i feel like some of both apply to me. And its confusing me really really really badly. Because any attempts to answer questions raise more and more.

Like i'm the type of person who hates loud noises so much to the point where i run to the bathroom and cry but when its quiet i yell and talk loudly and it doesnt bother me. Some loud noise i'm used to but i still hate. And when it comes to things i can control like music or tv shows i can put them on full volume and not give any flying shits. I havr no volume control :/

And i never really noticed stimming till up until recently. I used to jump and do a weird "SQEEERK" sound whenever i was excited or i would flap my hands. It was only after one too many weird looks that i kept it to myself. Table tapping and also leg bounce everytime i was overwhelmed.

Never had much problem with eye contact really. The opposite actually! If u talk to me i stare the secrets out of your souls and it makes both me and the other person uncomfortable when i realize it.

And hyperfixations. BOY ITS A WILD RIDE WHEN IT COMES TO MY HYPERFIXATIONS. I've always been fixated on art. Ever since i was like, two. And thats the longest running fixation i have i THINK. But lately its just been animated tv. (Rottmnt. You all know it.)

AND AND AND AND AND I HAVE NO SENSE OF ANYTHING. i genuinely forgot the word for it. But its like "oh i'm hungry i'll go eat!" But then i'll see my sketchbook on the way to the kitchen and realize that i'm almost out of pages and now my brain is telling me to get a new one and THENNN i'll see that the table is dirty so i wipe it down and i forget what i'm doing. Go back to my room, and realize. (Truly a pain)

I understand that if you boil some tomato in a pan you aren't automatically making sauce. But i think i have the ingerdients to say that i MIGHT be making sauce.

I can't tell my parents because they're abelist as fuck and think all autistic people are stupid and the devils spawn or whatever. No professional help either theres literally none because i'm a MINOR and i can't get any without my parents knowing.

[severely-mentally-ill]

Hii! Just found your blog thanks to your Hyunjin oneshot and let me just say that the ending was *chef's kiss* so I was thinking if you could probably do a part 2? I don't really have specific plot but maybe Jeongin and Felix get caught spying Hyunjin and y/n?

I was hoping someone would ask for a part two. Kinda why I made that ending lol. I was also just wanting an opportunity to include Jeongin in, considering him and Hyunjin are my biases from Stray Kids. I hope you enjoy this and I'm glad you liked the Hyunjin one-shot! You can find it here, for those who have not read it yet. I would recommend reading it before this one.

●◇ I Spy ◇●

Pairings: Hwang Hyunjin x Yang Jeongin x Lee Felix x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Dom/Sub dynamics; sub!Felix, sub!Jeongin, sort of switch!Hyunjin?, dom!reader, swearing, impact play, spanking with paddle, voice kink, use of vibrator, pet names, degrading, praise, pain kink, voyeurism, exhibitionism, nipple play, leg humping, Noona kink?, mummy kink, hair pulling, anal sex, unprotected sex (put the rubber on the duckie irl), finger sucking, choking, I guess dacryphilia?, Hyunjin with no pull-out game at all, probably more idk.

English is not my first language; this is not proofread so beware grammar mistakes and spelling errors.

It had been a month since that night with Hyunjin, and things have become a bit. . . awkward with some of the other members. Specifically, Jeongin and Felix.

The rest of the members just couldn't bring themselves to care.

All of them did agree to keep quiet about it outside of the dorm. They knew the trouble you two would get in if you were found out, and they didn't want that. But they still had fun teasing the both of you. Especially Hyunjin.

A lot of the time, whenever Hyunjin was by himself, one of the boys would tease him by mocking the noises he made or the way he said your name. It never failed to make Hyunjin embarrassed. But that was fine. Because Hyunjin knew that he could always go to you, and you would comfort him.

And that is what Hyunjin had did, a bit ago—which ended up with him in the position he was in now; whimpering and whining quietly as he ruts against your leg.

"You have to keep quiet, jagiya. The boys will hear. Again." You whisper, reaching down to push the hair from his face. He looks up at you, dark eyes pleading.

"It feels so good, though, Noona." He breaths out, moving to rest his forehead on your knee.

Meanwhile, a certain pair of boys happen to walk by your bedroom door at the exact moment Hyunjin lets out a bit of a loud moan. Their eyes widen and their faces heat up as they exchange a glance.

"You'd probably want that, wouldn't you? I bet you want someone to walk in here and see you in this position. You want that, kitten?" They hear your muffled voice say. Felix bites his lip while Jeongin gulps. They'd give anything to be in Hyunjin's position right now. And they don't even know which one that is.

The two boys get the same idea, exchanging another glance before shuffling quietly towards the door. You had purposefully left it open a crack, knowing that it excited Hyunjin for him to know that anyone could peer in and spot him.

Once the two spotted what the scene was inside, they had to stop themselves from groaning. Felix felt his cock begin to strain against his jeans, while Jeongin felt his begin to throb—both of them ashamed of how quickly they got aroused. But, then again, who wouldn't get turned on after seeing what they are?

Felix couldn't help but reach down and begin palming himself through his tight jeans. Jeongin felt too ashamed and embarrassed to do anything. He couldn't help but feel a bit guilty and perverted as he continued to watch the scene in front of him. But he couldn't bring himself to look away or leave.

"Noonaaaa. . ." Hyunjin whines softly, tightly gripping at your calf as his movements speed up. You smirk down at him.

"Look at you. You're honestly truly pathetic. Getting off on my leg, knowing anyone could easily walk in right about now," you quickly look to the door, spotting the two boys almost immediately. They freeze. You, however, allow for a smirk to rise to your lips. "Or someone could be watching you hump my leg like a bitch in heat."

You place your hand on Hyunjin's chest, causing him to halt his movement and look up at you with confusion. You gently push him off and help him stand again before making your way to the door.

"Well, well. . . look here, Hyunjin." You say after pushing your bedroom door open the rest of the way. "A pair of perverted boys, spying in on our fun."

Felix and Jeongin can't help but feel small under your intense gaze—and, considering you were much taller than them, they felt even smaller. They didn't know what to do. Your gaze held them in place.

"What do you think we should do with them, jagiya?" You ask, turning to look at, the slightly flustered, Hyunjin behind you. You already knew the answer.

Hyunjin had brought up the idea of inviting Felix or Jeongin with you sometime (he had listened in on one of their conversations where they mentioned how jealous they were of Hyunjin). You, being the open-minded person you were, of course said yes. And now, your opportunity was here.

"I think we need to teach them a bit of a lesson. What do you think, Jinnie?" You ask as you turn towards the two boys in front of you. You watch as their faces light up.

"Maybe," Hyunjin starts, moving to stand next you, "they need a bit of a spanking?"

Felix lets a meek little whine slip, one that causes his cheeks to flush. You and Hyunjin however, your smirks widen.

"Did you hear that, kitten?" You ask, glancing at Hyunjin. "I think Felix wants a spanking."

Felix gulps, wide eyes staring up at the two of you.

"I think so too." Hyunjin responds, seemingly just as excited as you. Jeongin, meanwhile, begins to fidget with his hands.

"Oh, but what does Jeongin want, I wonder?" You say, moving your hands to grab onto the two boys' upper arms. You gently pull them into the room, shutting the door behind you. You stand behind the two, now, while Hyunjin stands in front of them. You place your hands on their shoulders, causing them to tense a bit before relaxing.

"I have a feeling these two would enjoy anything we choose to do to them." Hyunjin says, looking up at you for a moment before looking down at the two short boys. "Am I correct?"

You couldn't lie, it turned you on—the way Hyunjin went from this whimpering and whining mess to the way he is now so easily. Of course, you could easily switch him back to the way he was just before in no time flat. And that, in your opinion, was an even bigger turn on.

The two younger boys in front of you seemed to have grown embarrassed—with how flushed their faces had become, and how silent they became. Cute.

"How funny." You chuckle, walking around the two so you stood in front of them. "Both of them are all embarrassed now, but just a few minutes ago, Felix was shamelessly touching himself while watching us, and little Jeongin here was watching it all happen and didn't even try to hide that he was."

Their faces heated up even more, but their cocks both continued to throb profusely. Neither of them dared to look up from the spot they stared at on the floor.

"Maybe, we should just leave them to take care of their problems on their own: seeing as though they clearly don't want to have fun with us." You suggest, finally getting a response from the both of them. Both of their heads shoot up with wide eyes.

"No! W-We want to join!" Felix exclaims, Jeongin quickly nodding along with him. You smirk, sharing the same amused glance with Hyunjin before you lean down so you're on their eye level.

"Then maybe, you should start answering us when we ask you something, and we might just give you what you want." The two boys nod quickly, now eager to do as you say.

"Well, they can be good. Who would've thought?" You say in a bitter-sweet voice. You then move to stand up straight again, not being able to help being amused by the very noticeable height difference between you and the boys. You then move to stand behind Hyunjin, placing your hands on his shoulders gently. He lifts his hand to lay on top of yours, a motion you can't help but find adorable.

"We have two new play-things for us to use, Hyunjin. What do you think we should do with them first?" You ask, smirking at the way both Jeongin and Felix gulp at your words. "Perhaps. . . we could introduce them to the many toys we have and allow for them to choose what they want us to do to them. What do you think of that, Jin?"

Hyunjin hums, seeming to be thinking about it. You could tell by Jeongin and Felix's reactions that your idea was something of interest to them.

"I think it sounds like a good idea. But do they like it as well?" The boys in front of you quickly nod their head, not wanting to disobey anymore.

"Perfect. Hyunjin, show them where we keep them for me, jagi." You say, giving his shoulders a few light taps. He quickly obeys, walking forward towards your dresser and opening the bottom drawer, where all you toys lay. Felix and Jeongin make their way over to the drawer, shaking with anticipation.

You walk over to stand on the opposite side of Hyunjin—the right side of the dresser. You watch as the two boys peer at the many toys inside the drawer; enjoying the way they gulped at some of them. You notice Felix's gaze seems to linger on your few whips and paddles. You and Hyunjin both can sense his hesitation and shame, and after sharing a glance, you begin to speak.

"There is no need to be ashamed. We're not going to judge either of you for anything," you place your hand on Felix's shoulder, "I promise."

You look up to Hyunjin, who nodded at your statement. "We both do."

You let your hand fall, much to Felix's dismay, but he listens to your words. He bends down and grabs a paddle. He looks up at you, seeming to be asking if it was acceptable.

"That's what you want?" Felix nods. "Perfect. Go wait on the bed, for me, yeah?"

He nods again before walking over to your bed and sitting down, waiting patiently and trying to ignore the straining in his pants.

You then move to stand next to Jeongin. He seemed to be having a difficult time making his decision.

"There's so many choices." He mumbles quietly. You chuckle.

"Take your time. We have plenty of it, anyways." You respond, moving to stand behind him once again and placing your hands on his shoulder. You lean down, placing a soft kiss on the side of his neck. He responds by closing his eyes and tilting his head to the side. "We don't have to use one if you don't want to. It's your choice."

You place another kiss on the other side of his neck before standing up straight again- much to his dismay. Jeongin looks around the drawer once more before his eyes land on something. He reaches down and grabs it before turning around with it in his hand. A vibrator.

You give him a small but kind smile. "That what you want?" He nods. "Alright, after I give Felix what he wants, I'll take care of you."

He nods again. You lean down and give him a short peck on the lips, too quick for his liking. You stand up straight again and look over to Hyunjin, noticing from the corner of your eye the jealous look on Felix's face. You motion for Hyunjin to come over to where you stand, which he quickly does.

You then pull him away from Jeongin, far enough away from the two so you can whisper in his ear without the others hearing. After you give him a command to follow, you pat his arm twice, signaling for him to do what you have told him.

You then walk over to Jeongin, leaning down and whispering in his ear. You explain what you want him to do. "Are you okay with doing that for me, little one?"

Jeongin felt his heart skip a beat at the nickname. He wasn't sure why, but the name made him feel a warmth spread throughout his chest. He quickly nods, excited to please you.

Felix couldn't stop the frown that made its way to his lips. He wanted his own nickname, as well as a kiss from you. And as you begin to walk towards him, he also can't help but stare up at you with pleading eyes, the pout still on his lips. Poor baby.

When you arrive in front of him, you hook your pointer finger under his chin and lean down to press a soft kiss onto his lips. Felix quickly melts at the feel of your lips on his; but before he can get too carried away, you pull away. He lets out a whine and tries to chase after you- causing you to chuckle- but to no avail.

"You'll get more soon, don't worry." You reassure him as you stand up straight again. "Stand up for me, would you?"

Felix then stands, setting the paddle aside on the bed.

"Good boy." Felix perks up at that, his lips twitching upwards as he looks back up at you. How adorable.

Meanwhile, while all this is happening, Jeongin is sitting on Hyunjin's lap with Hyunjin's arms wrapped around his waist. Jeongin has to stop himself from grinding on Hyunjin's hard-on (which was poking his right ass cheek). You had instructed Jeongin to sit on Hyunjin's lap while they watch what you're going to do to Felix.

You lean down again, connecting your lips with Felix's again. He is quick to kiss back, moving his hands to grip tightly at your hips. You turn your head to deepen the kiss as your hands move down to begin to fiddle with his belt. His grip tightens as he feels you pull his belt off and toss it aside— so, you pull away a small bit, close enough for your noses to be touching. He opens his eyes to look up at you.

"Do you want to stop?" You ask, him shaking his head in response. "Let me know if you ever want to stop, okay?"

He nods, and with his consent, you attach your lips again. You then unbutton his jeans, pushing them off his waist so they pool around his ankles. He steps out of them, kicking them to the side right after.

Felix almost bites your lip when he feels your right hand reach behind him and grab his rear rather harshly. He let's out a small gasp and a small little whimper at the action. Right after, he feels your tongue press on his lips. He's quick to part them, allowing for your tongue to explore his mouth.

It was easy to tell that you had a lot more experience then Felix did with that category. He had little to no idea of what to do while you were confident with your tongues actions. He couldn't help but feel a bit insecure about that. Would that make you like him less? Little did he know, that only excited you more.

Whenever you had a partner who wasn't very skilled or experienced, oh you enjoyed it very much. It was one of your favorite things— teaching the innocent ones how to please someone, or giving them the pleasure they rarely (if ever) got to experience.

Felix's hands tugged at the hem of your shirt, shyly asking for you to remove it. You move your hands to grab his, gently pushing them off before pulling away from his lips. "Later."

He's disappointed at your answer, but doesn't press any more. He tries to reconnect your lips, but you place a hand on his chest, preventing him from moving. He opens his mouth to speak, but you're quicker. You spin him around and push him so he's bent over your bed. Felix lets out a gasp that ends with a quiet whimper at your action.

You then bend over right behind him, pressing your pelvis against his ass and your chest against his back as you whisper in his ear. "I can already tell you're someone who likes it rough. You're just a little painslut aren't you? Am I wrong?"

Felix was breathing heavily by now, your sudden action not helping his arousal. Nor does your breath on his neck or your voice help either. Oh, God. . . your voice. . .

He wasn't sure what it was about your voice, but the way your words were spoken so smoothly and how your voice was just that right tone- slightly deep but not too deep- it was so fucking addicting to him. He would happily listen to you whisper in his ear for hours on end if he could. It didn't matter what you would say, he would enjoy every second of it. He may or may not have touched himself while listening to your songs. He always felt ashamed after, but he couldn't help it. Your voice just turned him on so much, he couldn't stop himself.

Felix was brought back to reality when he felt your hand tug his hair so his head was off the mattress, facing towards the two boys that sat in front of you two. "I asked you a question, Felix. I need your answer."

"No! You're-you're not wrong! Oh, Mummy, please!" Oops, he didn't mean to let that one slip, but it did. No taking it back now. However, you only smirk at this while his cheeks turn to a light shade of red.

"Please what, sarang? You need to tell Mummy what you want, I won't know unless you do." You could feel Felix relax a bit at your words. However, his cheeks grow redder and he closes his eyes. He drops his head onto your bed again, trying to not focus on the two people staring at him in front of him.

"Use the paddle. Please." He whispers almost inaudibly. He knew he didn't need to be ashamed or embarrassed, none of you were going to judge him for what he liked; but he couldn't help it.

"There you go. All you have to do is ask." Felix nods as best as he can, immediately hating the feeling of you leaving your spot. You were so warm compared to the cool room, and now he had to feel the cold again.

Fortunately, he was quickly distracted by the feeling of his briefs being pulled down off his waist; just enough to expose his little bum to you. It was cute how small it was, but you loved it. How could you not? It was just so adorable.

You couldn't stop yourself, you just had to touch it. So, you reach both your hands out, placing them onto his naked rear before squeezing roughly. You had to stop yourself from laughing at how your hands looked big compared to his tiny little cheeks. "You have such a cute ass, sarang." You whisper. "It's a shame you have to hide it."

Felix blushes at your words, moving his arms to cover his face. His way of responding to your words is him pushing his hips back against your hands. You chuckle. "Alright, I won't keep you any longer."

You then reach over and grab the paddle as he uncovers his face and turns his head so the side of his face is pressed against the mattress again. His eyes squeeze shut as he awaits the first hit.

You raise up the paddle, swinging it downwards until it makes contact with Felix's ass. Felix lets out a deep moan-which was then muffled by your hand-at the sudden burst of pain. His hips involuntarily jolt forward, causing accidental friction on his cock.

"Again! Please do it again, Mummy." Felix exclaims (it being muffled by your hand), loving the pain and lingering sting the paddle left behind.

"Gladly, but as much as I'd love to hear all your beautiful noises, you have to keep quiet. We don't want the others to hear, do we?" Felix shakes his head, so you pull your hand away, only for him to grab it and stick two of your fingers in his mouth. He opens his eyes and looks back at you, the look on his face seemingly innocent and turning you on even more.

You raise the paddle again, Felix moving his gaze to watch it closely. As you bring it down and make contact with his rear again, he can't help but let out another moan. He knew he would, that's why he stuffed your fingers in his mouth.

Before he knows it, you strike him once again. And again. With each hit, Felix's hips jolt forward against the bed and broken moans fall from his lips. His usual deep voice turns high pitched as each whine falls from his lips, them being muffled by your fingers.

With each jolt of his hips, his cock continues to gain more and more friction, causing his orgasm to approach faster. The friction mixed with the pain of the spanks is so fucking amazing to him. He couldn't explain just how amazing it was. But that's okay. He didn't have to.

A small pool of drool begins to form in the corner of his mouth as he continues to suck desperately on your fingers. Felix begins to whimper as the knot begins to form in his stomach. It was too fast. It couldn't be over that quickly. You barely did anything with him. He needed more. He needed to be touched. And in all honesty, he didn't know if he needed it to be by you, Hyunjin, or even Jeongin. All he knew was that he wanted at least one of you to touch him-preferably you or Hyunjin (or both).

"No more. Please." Felix says after removing your fingers from his mouth. You look over at him, checking to be sure that that's what he wanted. "Please."

You give him a nod, tossing the paddle aside after that. That's when you get another idea. A smirk rises to your face as you look over at the two boys waiting patiently for their turns. You then lean down so you can whisper in Felix's ear.

His eyes widen as he listens to your idea. He visibly gulps as you pull away slightly, just enough for him to be able to look back at you. "How do you feel about doing that?"

Felix glances away for a second, thinking about your proposal. He hesitates for a moment, and you sense this. "We don't have to do that if you're not comfortable. You don't need to feel pressured into doing anything you don't want to."

He nods, understanding right away. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before looking at you again. "I want to do it."

You give him a small smile, then leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Alright then."

You stand up straight again, looking over to Hyunjin. You raise a finger, motioning for him to come over to you. Jeongin gets off his lap and sits on the cushion beside him while Hyunjin stands and begins to walk over to you.

Meanwhile, Felix was removing his briefs before getting on his hands and knees on the bed while you were putting away the paddle and grabbing out a bottle of lube. After you closed the drawer again, you turn around and find that Hyunjin was now standing right next to the end of the bed.

You walk over to him, and when you arrive next to him, you grab his hips and move him so he's standing behind Felix. You move over to stand beside him, opening the bottle of lube and squirting some onto your hand. "Get undressed for me, will you?" Hyunjin nods, quickly removing his shirt and discarding his pants and briefs soon after. You smile at him. "Good boy."

The smell of berries fills your nostrils as you begin to spread the lube on Hyunjin's cock, slowly jerking him off as you lean down and connect your lips with his.

Hyunjin let's out a few small whimpers in your mouth as your hand continues its slow movements. It felt so good. However, he couldn't let himself get too lost in the pleasure because soon after, you pulled your hand away while disconnecting your lips. "You know what to do now, kitten."

Hyunjin looks down at the awaiting Felix as you grab a kleenex to wipe off your hand. Felix's ass was still slowly turning redder with each passing minute and visible marks from where the paddle hit began to form as well.

Hyunjin takes a step forward, placing his one hand on Felix's waist, revealing on how his hand was also rather large compared to Felix's tiny waist. He then grabs the base of his lubed up cock, rubbing it against Felix's puckered hole and spreading some lube onto that before pushing in.

". . .OhmyGod. . ." Felix whispers out at the feeling of Hyunjin's dick stretching him out. His arms are quick to go out, the top half of his body falling down onto the mattres. Hyunjin slowly eases himself in, so it does take him a bit to bottom out, and when he does, he halts his movements so he can give Felix some time to adjust.

While that was happening, you had arrived in front of Jeongin. "Stand up."

He quickly does, so you step forward and lean down to connect your lips. And just like you did with Felix, your hands swiftly begin to work on removing his pants.

Once his pants are around his ankles, you push off his briefs and he kicks both off to the side. You then pull away from him and move around him and sat down on the little loveseat you had in your room. "Come sit on my lap, little one."

Jeongin blushes, the nickname causing more butterflies in his stomach as he sits down on your lap. Both of you face Felix and Hyunjin as you reach over and grab the vibrator he had picked out. That's when you took the time to appreciate the sight Jeongin had gifted you.

His thighs were beautiful, like a blank canvas. Oh, how you wanted to cover them in bruises. "Such gorgeous thighs you have, Innie."

Your free hand begins to rub up and down his inner thigh. You feel him tense up a bit when your nails lightly scratch his thigh on accident. Oh, so he was a sensitive one. Even better. "And sensitive, too. How did I get so lucky to have a perfect little toy like you?"

Jeongin blushes heavily at your words. He was perfect to you? That alone boosted his confidence. However, his thoughts were cut short when you gently drag your nails on the underside of his cock. He let's out an involuntary whimper at your action, arching his back a small bit. "Noona, please don't tease."

You chuckle. He was so fucking cute. "Sorry, little one. You're just so adorable when I do, I can't help it. I won't tease you anymore."

You turn on the vibrator, the lowest setting to start off, with before pressing it against the base of his cock. And when you do, Felix pushes his hips back against Hyunjin, telling him that he wants him to begin moving. So he does.

Felix has to bite your bedsheets to stay quiet, the feeling of his hyungs cock inside of him just so amazing. Felix has fingered himself before, but the poor boys fingers were just too small to hit his sweet spot, and he always felt too embarrassed to buy himself a toy to use. So really, the only way he could get himself off was jerking off and that was great, of course, but it got a little boring after awhile.

But now, here he was: getting the pleasure he really hasn't had very well before. And getting it from one of the two people he's had a liking for for years. And oh, lord did it feel fucking amazing.

The way Hyunjin's cock was big enough to brush all the right places in Felix with no struggle at all. And the way it stretches him out so good and wide so easily. All of it caused the tip of his dick to be dripping onto your bed sheets with each thrust.

Meanwhile, Jeongin had his head turned to the side so his face was buried in the crook of his neck so his whimpers and moans could be muffled. You had turned the vibrator up a notch and was now running it over the tip of his cock—where he was most sensitive. His hips kept bucking upwards and his legs constantly trying to close as the vibrations send pleasurable shocks throughout his dick.

His noises were beautiful, nothing like those obnoxious moans you find in porn that are obviously fake. He let out the most beautiful little high pitched whimpers, moans, and little sobs of pleasure. The only unfortunate part: he had to keep them muffled in order to keep from the boys downstairs from hearing.

You grab the hem of his shirt and bring it up next to his face. "Bite down on this and don't let go."

He obeys, turning his head and biting down on his shirt. You give him a kiss on his cheek, whispering a quick: "Good boy."

You then turn the vibrator up a notch, causing Jeongin to let out a muffled sob as his eyebrows furrow and he bites down on the fabric as hard as he can. Your free hand moves down so you can begin to lightly drag your nails from the v-line of his pelvis up his torso. His muscles tense as your nails gently rake over the valley in between his abs before reaching his pecs. Jeongin's breath gets caught in his throat when your fingers begin to play with his left nipple. His back arches when you give a little pinch, followed by a rather loud whine. This causes you to chuckle. "You're so sensitive, little one."

"F-Feels so g-good, Noona!" He stutters out, arching his back when you roll his nipple between your fingers. You chuckle again.

"I know it does." You then turn the vibrator up to the final level, causing Jeongin to throw his head back against your shoulder and let out a few more sobs as a few stray tears fall from the corners of his eyes.

The two boys in front of you had been going at it for a while now, Hyunjin letting out small grunts and groans while Felix couldn't help but let a few deep moans pass his lips.

Hyunjin reaches down and wraps his hand around the front of Felix's throat before pulling him up so his back is against Hyunjin's chest. Felix responds by reaching up grabbing onto Hyunjin's wrist tightly with one hand while the other reaches back and gripping onto his shirt. Hyunjin's other hand reaches down and wraps around Felix's cock; quickly jerking him off in sinc with every thrust.

"Does it feel good?" Hyunjin whispers into Felix's ear before nibbling on his earlobe. Felix's nods as best as he can.

"S-so fucking good, Hyung. Oh, my God." Felix responds, throwing his head back. The knot in his stomach continued to grow with each hit on his prostate and each jerk of Hyunjin's hand. "I need to cum. Can I cum, Hyung?"

Hyunjin shakes his head a bit. "It's not up to me." He then looks over to you, taking a moment to appreciate the view of Jeongin before speaking. "Noona, can we cum?"

You look over to the two boys in front of you, smirking as you look at the beautiful state the two of them were in. Both of them wore a thin layer of sweat on their bodies and both had flushed faces. But Felix looked it be in more of a messy state then Hyunjin. "Go ahead. Let go when you need to."

With your permission, and a few more thrusts on Hyunjin's end, Felix's orgasm quickly washed over him and he found himself arching his back and biting his lip to keep from making any noise. His release spilled all over Hyunjin's hand and your bed.

Hyunjin didn't stop his thrusts, still trying to chase after his orgasm as well. But it didn't take long for his climax to wash over him, the feeling of Felix clenching around him pushing him over the edge.

Felix groans quietly at the feeling of Hyunjin filling up his hole even more, loving it. Felix fell forward on the bed, seeming to have gone limp. His breathing was heavy as he feels Hyunjin pull out of him before falling and laying down right next to him. Felix bites his lip at the feeling of Hyunjin's release flowing out of his hole. He wasn't sure why he enjoyed it so much, but he did.

During that whole shenanigan, Jeongin's whining started to become a bit more frequent along with the bucks of his hips and arches on his back. "Are you close, little one?"

He nods desperately, still not letting go of the shirt in his mouth. "Can I cum? Please, Noona, it feels so good."

You chuckle, pinching his nipple once again and causing him to arch his back. "Of course, love. Whenever you need to."

A mantra of muffled 'Thank you's fall from his lips as his orgasm washes over him. He can't stop himself from dropping the shirt from his mouth as he let's out small whimpers and whines. "Noonaaa." He drags out as his hips continue to buck up. "Feels so good."

When the last drops of his release is out, you turn off the vibrator and set it aside, reminding yourself to clean it later.

As Jeongin and the other two continue to breath heavily as they calm down, you can't help but smile as you look over at them all. You had three eager little play toys now, all of them so pretty. And they're all yours, all willing to do anything to please you. And all three of them loved you, and you loved them back.

[raya-rhaenyra-ahsoka]

House of the Dragon Ep. 6: The Princess and the Queen, a Summary (Incorrect Quotes Edition)

SPOILERS AHEAD!

Rhaenyra: *gives birth to her 3rd baby boy*

Servant: Princess, Queen Ali said the baby should be brought to her now.

Rhaenyra: Wtf I literally just gave birth. Why?

Servant: Idk, princess.

Rhaenyra: That bitch.

Rhaenyra: Fine, but I'll take him myself.

Midwife: But princess-

Rhaenyra: Stfu and help me get dressed.

. . . . .

Laenor: *excited* Hey, I just heard. It’s a boy?

Rhaenyra: *walks off carrying the baby* Yes.

Laenor: Wait, where tf are you going?

Rhaenyra: Queen Ali wants to see him.

Laenor: Now?

Rhaenyra: Apparently.

Laenor: *takes her arm* I’m coming with you.

Laenor: So, was it painful?

Rhaenyra: You did not just ask me that.

Laenor: What did that bitch possibly want?

Rhaenyra: Who knows.

Rhaenyra: *nearly falls, still too weak from childbirth*

Laenor: That’s it. We’re turning back. That bitch can come to us.

Rhaenyra: Not unless you can carry me down those fucking stairs.

Laenor: …

Laenor: Dammit, let’s just go.

. . . . .

Criston: Princess, Queen Ali’s waiting for you.

Rhaenyra and Laenor: *enters the queen’s chambers*

Alicent: Omfg Rhae-Rhae, you should be in bed, you just gave birth.

Rhaenyra: Oh, sure that’s what you wanted.

Alicent: You need to sit.

Rhaenyra: Nope.

Alicent, to a Servant: Get the princess a cushion.

Viserys: *walks in with all smiles* Such a lovely morning!

Laenor: Ah, yes, my king.

Viserys: So, where is he? Where’s my grandbaby?

Laenor: *brings the baby to Viserys*

Viserys: *takes the baby* Omfg he’s so cute!

Viserys: *in baby voice* You’ll be a fearsome knight someday, yes, you will.

Alicent: So, what’s his name?

Rhaenyra: Actually, we haven’t-

Laenor: Joffrey.

Alicent: Not a common name for a Velaryon.

Viserys: I think he has his Dad’s nose.

Rhaenyra and Laenor:

Laenor: Uh, I think Rhae-Rhae should rest now.

Alicent: *takes baby Joffrey from Viserys and coos at him*

Viserys: *takes Rhae-Rhae’s hand* Well done, my baby girl. I hope it wasn’t that hard.

Rhaenyra: I think I called the midwife a cunt.

Viserys: *looks absolutely proud of his baby girl*

Rhaenyra: *kisses and hugs Viserys*

Alicent: I think you should keep trying, Laenor. Maybe you’ll get another baby that actually looks like you. *winky face*

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: So, you didn’t think to ask me what you should name my baby?

Laenor: He’s our baby.

Rhaenyra: Bitch, only one of us is bleeding.

Laenor: I think should have a say in the decisions in my own family.

Rhaenyra: Oh, really? Then maybe you should be more involved.

. . . . .

Jacaerys: Mommy, look!

Jacaerys: *shows them a dragon egg*

Lucerys: We chose an egg for our new baby bro.

Rhaenyra: Oh, that’s perfect! Well done, boys.

Harwin: *helps Rhae-Rhae sit*

Jacaerys: I let Lukey here choose.

Lucerys: Thanks, Jacey.

Harwin: I escorted them.

Rhaenyra: Ah, my hubby and I thanks you, Commander.

Harwin: So, another boy, huh?

Laenor: Yes, he’s going to make a fine knight one day.

Harwin: Can I carry him?

Laenor: Sure. *hands him baby Joffrey*

Harwin: *takes the baby* Oh, he’s so cute!

Lucerys, to Laenor: Daddy, can I hold baby Joff?

Laenor: No, no, you both should be in the Dragonpit.

Laenor: *leaves with Jacaerys and Lucerys*

. . . . .

Dragonkeeper: You must make the dragon your bitch. Like Prince Aegon did with Sunfyre. Once you do, they will only follow your every word.

Jacaerys: *excited* Can I say the thing?

Jacaerys: Vermax, dracarys!

Aemond: *lowkey jealous*

Vermax: *burns sheep the eats it*

Aegon, to Aemond: Lil’ bro, we have a surprise for you.

Aemond: What is it?

Lucerys: Something cool!

Aegon: So, since you’re the only one of us without a dragon.

Aemond: *still lowkey jealous* Uh, huh, sure.

Aegon: We feel bad, so we found one for you.

Aemond: Really? A dragon? How? When? What?

Aegon: Thank the gods, bro.

Lucerys: *guides a pig with fake wings*

Aegon and Lucerys: Behold! The Pink Dread!

Aegon, Jacaerys, and Lucerys: LMAO

Aegon: Now, first flights are always rough, so be careful.

Aegon: *immitates pig noises*

Aemond: Wtf! Shit’s not funny!

Aemond: *ventures below the dragonpit*

Aemond: *nearly gets torched by a dragon*

Aemond: *runs for his life*

. . . . .

Helaena: *talks about bugs*

Alicent: *pretends to be interested*

Kingsguard: *brings in Aemond*

Alicent: Aemond, wtf did you do?

Helaena: Omfg, he did it again.

Alicent: Don’t make me lock you in your room, young man! You’ve been warned several times!

Aemond: But mommy, they made me do it!

Alicent: I know your obsession with dragons is-

Aemond: They gave me a pig!

Alicent: What?

Aemond: They said they found me a dragon, but it was a pig.

Alicent: Baby, listen to me. You will have a dragon one day.

Helaena: He’ll have to close an eye. *foreshadowing*

Alicent: I know it. Just trust.

Aemond: *about to cry* They all laughed.

Alicent: *hugs Aemond* It’s okay, baby.

. . . . .

Alicent: They made fake wings and a tail.

Viserys: *still building his Lego diorama of King’s Landing* And he fell for it?

Alicent: Wtf did you expect? He’s still a kid.

Viserys: So he thought they just found some random dragon, brought it to the dragonpit just to show it to him?

Alicent: Your grandsons are bitches.

Viserys: They’re all children.

Alicent: I’m serious, they’re fucked up. And I’m not surprised.

Viserys: You sure Aegon didn’t team up with them?

Alicent: ….

Alicent: I’m still wondering why their eggs even hatched.

Viserys: Wtf do you mean? They’re Rhae-Rhae’s kids.

Alicent: Oh, you know why.

Viserys: No, I don’t.

Alicent: Vis, honey.

Viserys, to the servant: gtfo and come back later.

Servant: *leaves*

Alicent: I told you this before, but you told not never speak of it. 1 kid like that could be a mistake, but 3? That’s an insult! To the throne, to you, to the Velaryons, and to Laenor. Idk what kind of record Rhae-Rhae’s going for, honestly.

Viserys: *tries to explain how the dominant and recessive genes in Genetics work*

Alicent: But do you know? Did you see it happen?

Viserys: *still in denial* That is a vile accusation and you have no proof.

Alicent: …

Viserys: Never speak of this shit again.

. . . . .

Alicent: Am I going crazy, Crispy? Am I dreaming?

Criston: Calm down, Queen Ali.

Alicent: Rhae-Rhae walks around like it’s not a big deal and expects everyone else to deny shit when we can clearly fucking see it!

Criston: …

Alicent: And the king-

Criston: Is in denial.

Alicent: He is so in denial. And it’s like he’s even tolerating it.

Criston: Princess Rhae-Rhae is the kind of person who always gets what she wants and gets away with things because her daddy is always there to defend her. Talk about some spoiled-ass bitch.

Alicent: *gasps* Crispy! That’s way too far.

Criston: Sorry. I’m still mad at her.

Alicent: We have to believe honor and decency will always win.

. . . . .

Aegon: *playing by the window, nakey* 😉

Alicent: So, who’s idea was it, hmm?

Aegon: Oh, shit! *covers himself*

Alicent: Answer me.

Aegon: It was the two of them.

Alicent: Aemond is your baby bro.

Aegon: Well, he’s a fucking idiot.

Alicent: We are family. You may poke fun of him at home, but out there we must defend our own.

Aegon: It was just some silly prank. It’s not a big deal.

Alicent: You think Rhae-Rhae’s sons will be your playmates forever?

Aegon: …

Alicent: When the time comes, your sister, Rhae-Rhae will be queen and her son, Jacey will be the heir.

Aegon: Yeah, so?

Alicent: Omfg, you are so slow. Wtf.

Alicent: If that happens, you and your baby sis and bro’s lives could be forfeit.

Aegon: Then I’ll stay out of her way and not challenge her, I guess-

Alicent: *cups Aegon’s face* No, wtf! You are the challenge, Aegon! Your fucking existence alone is the challenge!

Aegon: Wtf Mom.

Alicent: You’re the king’s firstborn son. Everyone knows someday you will be our king.

Aegon: But what about-

Alicent: Get dressed.

. . . . .

Daemon, flying on Caraxes: *shows flying exhibition* Weeeeee!

Laena, flying on Vhagar: *shows flying exhibition* Weeeeee!

. . . . .

Daemon, Laena, Baela, and Rhaena: *eats dinner with the Prince of Pentos*

Reggio, the prince of Pentos: I have a proposal to make.

Laena: Wait, lemme guess. You wish to marry one of our daughters?

Baela: *lowkey panics* Wait, what?

Reggio: I don’t think I would deserve the honor, my lady. Btw, I think you should stay here in Pentos and this house will be my gift to you, and its surrounding lands.

Laena: *not having it*

Daemon: Interesting, go on.

Laena: Wtf

Reggio: The Triarchy is stirring with an alliance with Dorne. And you have 3 dragons, and maybe 4 in the future? My goal is to protect Pentos from the Triarchy. Aid us like Aegon and I will shower you with anything you want.

Laena: Uh, your excellence, we are merely travellers. We’re not here to stay permanently.

Daemon, to Laena: Babe, I’ll handle this.

Daemon, to Reggio: It’s a nice offer, we’ll consider it.

Laena: WTF WTF WTF

. . . . .

Daemon: *teaching Rhaena to read*

Laena: Babe, we need to talk.

Rhaena: *stands and kisses Daemon on his cheek* Good night, daddy.

Laena: You’re considering the offer? Wtf

Daemon: We have a good life here, right? We can do anything we want. Where we’re welcomed with open arms.

Laena: And be their guests forever.

Daemon: I know, away from the responsibilities, the political scheming, all that shit about loyalties and succession and-

Laena: Daemon, they are clearly using us.

Daemon: Babe, it’s fine. We have dragons, they have gold. It’s a win-win sitch!

Laena: We are more than this, Daemon. We are the blood of Old Valyria, we don’t belong here.

Daemon: Valyria is gone. We don’t belong anywhere.

Daemon: *kisses Laena’s belly*

Laena: I want our kid to be born on Driftmark, and our daughters raised in our homeland with their family. And when I die, I want to die a dragonrider’s death, not in somewhere else.

Daemon: …

Laena: Wtf

. . . . .

Aegon, Aemond, Jacaerys, and Lucerys: *training in the yard*

Viserys, to Lyonel: Ah, this is the life. My kids and grandkids learning and training together. They’re gonna be bffs.

Lyonel: Hopefully, my king.

Criston: Prince Aegon, focus.

Aegon: My practice dummy is dead. Lol.

Criston: Ok, then I’ll give you a new opponent, ME.

Criston: Come now, you and your bro. Let’s go.

Criston: *beats the shit out of Aegon and Aemond*

Harwin, to Jacaerys and Lucerys: Come on, boys. Weapons up.

Harwin: Hey, Crispy, maybe you should let the other two fight as well?

Criston: Excuuuuuuse me? Are you questioning my methods?

Harwin: I’m saying you shouldn’t play favorites.

Criston: Ok, Jace, you and Aegon. Spar. Eldest against eldest.

Aegon and Jacaerys: *practice sparring*

Aegon: *defeats Jace*

Harwin: *steps in and grabs Aegon*

Criston: Dude, that’s the prince.

Harwin: Wtf are you teaching them, Coleslaw?

Criston: Hmm, it’s kinda odd. Why are you so interested in the princes’ training? Most guys only have that kind of devotion to a cousin, or a brother…or a son.

Harwin: That’s it, Coleslaw. You asked for this.

Harwin: *beats the shit out of Crispy Coleslaw*

Everyone in the fucking Universe:

Harwin: HOW DARE YOU? HOW FUCKING DARE YOU! SAY IT AGAIN, YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Criston: I fucking knew it.

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: *cooing baby Joffrey*

Servant: *enters* Princess, there’s been an incident in the yard.

Rhaenyra: *goes through the secret doorway in her room*

Rhaenyra: *eavesdrops on Harwin and Lyonel arguing*

Lyonel: It’s so shameful.

Harwin: Your shame.

Lyonel: Our shame, Harwin! On the whole of House Strong!

Harwin: All because I beat the shit out of that bitch-ass Coleslaw?

Lyonel: He’s a knight of the Kingsguard!

Harwin: Wtf am I supposed to do? He assaulted Prince Jacaerys, the heir to the throne.

Lyonel: Wtf were you even thinking? This puts us in hot water. Accusations of an uglier treachery.

Harwin: And what is that?

Lyonel: Don’t fuck with me, boy! Your…intimacy with Princess Rhae-Rhae is an offense that would mean exile and death for you, for her and the kids!

Harwin: And you really believe some juicy, coincidental gossip? Come on, Dad. That’s obviously hot tea spread by her rivals.

Lyonel: People aren’t blind, Harwin. They can see. Even the king is in denial.

Harwin: I wish you were the same.

Lyonel: Bitch, wtf did you think I was doing all these years? And today, you attacked a kingsguard in from of everyone to defend your…

Harwin: Dad, you have your honor and I have mine.

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: *hears distant singing*

Laenor: *enters with ser Qarl.*

Laenor: *obviously drunk af* Oh, hi wifey.

Rhaenyra: Where tf have you been?

Laenor: Out with Qarl.

Laenor: *concerned* Oh, are you ok?

Rhaenyra: Ser Qarl, do you mind if I can speak to my husband please?

Qarl: Of course, Princess. *leaves*

Laenor: Btw, the war in the Stepstones is at it again, Rhae-Rhae. Qarl told me. It’s about damn time, really. I miss going out to battle.

Laenor: *continues mumbling nonsense*

Rhaenyra: Are you insane? Do you even know what’s happening around here while you were drinking in Flea Bottom? There’s hot tea floating around, Laenor. Questions about our son’s parentage. Disgusting slurs.

Laenor: Slurs, are they?

Rhaenyra: Wtf, they are our sons! Yours and mine! And their Dad will not leave them now to go out drinking through the Narrow sea, wiggling his sword, and giving sailors winky face!

Laenor: Hey, I’m a knight and a warrior. I played my part here for 10 years. I think I deserve some reward-

Rhaenyra: Bitch, please! You’ve been getting rewards the entire time you’re here! Bought finest horses, drank expensive wines, and fucked the hottest boys. That’s the agreement. I didn’t ask you for anything. But, you shouldn’t leave your post when the storm lashes.

Laenor: Actually, you should flee the storm as it gathers.

Rhaenyra: Fine. I command you to remain at my side.

Laenor: Ugh, fine.

. . . . .

Rhaena: *craddling a dragon egg by the fire*

Laena: It’s been 8 years, baby. Most of them never hatch.

Rhaena: *worried* Would they let me stay here?

Laena: Who?

Rhaena: The Prince of Pentos.

Laena: …

Rhaena: Clearly, he wants you, and daddy, and Baela because you have dragons. But I don’t.

Laena: Oh, baby. There are many ways to bind yourself to a dragon. I didn’t have one until I was 15. And now I ride Vhagar, the largest in the world. Baella’s dragon was born to her, but in your case, you’ll have to claim your right. Your daddy would say the same.

. . . . .

Daemon: *smiles when he saw Laena approaching*

Laena: Babe, Laenor has written. He says he and Rhae-Rhae have another son.

Daemon: Did your bro mentioned that this kid also resembles Harwin.

Laena: *snorts* I think he left that out.

Laena: *sighs* I miss my brother, Daemon. I know you miss yours, too.

Daemon: Actually, I miss the wine.

Laena: Do you not miss home.

Daemon: Nope.

Laena: Babe, you obviously praised the things here in Pentos, but you don’t want any of it. Because if you did, you’d get out there in the city and explore instead of reading the same books in the library.

Daemon: Oh, wow. Didn’t know you were watching me.

Laena: You don’t even sleep.

Daemon: How can I when you’re meticulously watching my every move?

Laena: I know life has disappointed you. Maybe I’m not the wife you even wished for.

Daemon: Laena…

Laena: It’s ok. I’ve made my peace. But you’re more than this, Daemon.

. . . . .

Tyland: Uh, there’s a problem again in the Stepstones.

Viserys: Wtf, not this again.

Jasper: Btw, where is Prince Daemon? Didn’t he won a battle there?

Alicent: That was 10 years ago and he had left it undefended.

Rhaenyra: Actually, we left it undefended, Queen Ali. There should be an army there or-

Alicent: Yeah, but we can’t afford it.

Everyone in the council: *awkward silence*

Alicent: I think we should adjourn.

Rhaenyra: Wait, I wanna say something.

Alicent: Go on.

Rhaenyra: I have felt the tension between our families, Queen Ali. And if I did something wrong, I’m sorry. But we are one house, and way before that, we were besties. Btw, my son Jacaerys will inherit the throne after me so I suggest we betroth him to your daughter, Helaena. You know, let them rule together.

Viserys: *smiles* Ah, that’s a great proposal, Rhae-Rhae. I like it.

Rhaenyra: Another thing, if Syrax lays more eggs, Aemond can pick one to be his.

Alicent: Uh, Rhae-Rhae. *eyes shift to her chest*

Rhaenyra: *sees the problem and covers her chest* Oh, sorry.

Viserys: Oh, Rhae-Rhae, a dragon’s egg is a handsome gift.

Alicent: The king and I will think about your offer, Rhae-Rhae. But he must rest now.

. . . . .

Alicent: Oh, how sweet the fox speaks when she’s cornered by hounds.

Viserys: She’s sincere.

Alicent: She’s desperate. Now, she expects me to marry my only daughter to one of her…sons.

Viserys: It’s a great proposal. We’re a family, we shouldn’t be fighting.

Alicent: You can do whatever you want when I’m dead.

Alicent: *walks out*

Viserys: Ali!

. . . . .

Viserys: *sits in his comfy chair*

Alicent: *tends to him*

Lyonel: *enters the king’s chambers*

Alicent: The king is resting.

Viserys: I will see him.

Lyonel: My king.

Alicent: So, what is this about, ser Lyonel?

Lyonel: I’m resigning as Hand of the King.

Viserys: What?

Lyonel: My son Harwin has disgraced himself in the yard this morning.

Viserys: That was unfortunate, but he’s been expelled from the city watch. That’s punishment enough, right?

Lyonel: Uh, no, my king.

Viserys: *stands* I don’t understand.

Lyonel: There’s a shadow over my house and it’s dark. So dark that serving you faithfully will still not make amends for it.

Viserys: What is this shadow? Name it then.

Alicent: Yeah, say it.

Lyonel: I cannot.

Viserys: Then no, I will not accept it. You will continue serving as Hand.

Lyonel: Alright, then I want a leave. I’ll take my son out of court and back to the family seat at Harrenhal. He’s my heir and will be the lord of the castle one day.

Viserys: Ok, I’ll give you that.

Lyonel: *bows and leaves*

. . . . .

Larys: I started without you, Queen Ali. I’m sorry.

Alicent: It’s ok, my lord.

Larys: Btw, it’s my duty to tell you the latest tea happening in the castle. So, my dad went to see the king, right?

Alicent: He wanted to resign, but the king said no.

Larys: So he didn’t mention the things my big bro did?

Alicent: Not the truth, besides the outburst in the yard with ser Crispy.

Larys: Well, you expect the king to send his own daughter to exile?

Servant: *enters*

Alicent: Talya, gtfo.

Servant: *leaves*

Larys: He’s in denial. Surely, you would-

Alicent: Nope, not me.

Alicent: Your dad is escorting your bro back to Harrenhal. So he could watch over his seat while your dad is hand.

Larys: The hand is compromised by the acts of his son. And my dad can’t give objective cousel to the king.

Alicent: *sighs* I wish my dad were here. He’d always speak the truth. If he was still the Hand-

Larys: Can’t say that your dad would be impartial to this.

Alicent: No, he’d be partial to me!

Alicent: *sighs* Why is no one on my side?

Larys: *thoughts* Interesting.

. . . . .

Larys: *hires criminals sentenced by hanging*

Larys: *offers them mercy by their cutting their tongues instead*

. . . . .

Laena: *attempts to give birth but the baby won’t come out*

Aide, to Daemon: The baby won’t come. I’m sorry, my prince.

Daemon: …

Aide: I could do a C-section, but I’m not sure if the baby will live.

Daemon: Would the mom survive?

Aide: No.

Daemon: Then no.

. . . . .

Laena: *walks to Vhagar*

Laena: Vhagar, dracarys!

Vhagar: Bitch, what?

Laena: *kneels in front of Vhagar* Dracarys!

Vhagar: I’m so confused right now.

Laena: Dracarys!

Vhagar: What? No! I can’t! I won’t!

Laena: Dracarys!

Vhagar: But-

Laena: Dracarys!

Vhagar: *about to spit dragonfire*

Laena: *readies herself*

Daemon: Laena!

Vhagar: *spits dragonfire*

Daemon: WTF NOOOOO

. . . . .

Harwin, to Jacaerys and Lucerys: Be good to your Mom, boys. I’ll visit when I can. I’ll return soon.

Harwin: *kisses baby Joff* I’ll be a stranger when we meet again.

Harwin: *leaves*

Rhaenyra: Don’t worry, Jacey. We’ll be sending texts via ravens. Won’t that be fun?

Jacaerys: Mommy, is Harwin Strong my dad? Am I a bastard?

Rhaenyra: *thoughts* Oh, shit! He’s on to me now. Quick say something smart.

Rhaenyra: What? Baby, of course, not. You are a Targaryen and that’s all that matters.

. . . . .

Laenor: *spars with his new bf*

Rhaenyra: Laenor, a word.

Laenor: So, I guess he’s gone.

Rhaenyra: We need to leave this place.

Laenor: What about your offer? Of Jace and Helaena?

Rhaenyra: I’m tired of all the gossip and all the accusation. And now, it’s affecting the boys.

Laenor: Ok, so to Dragonstone then?

Rhaenyra: We should’ve left years ago.

Laenor: What about your position? You always said if you weren’t here, your stepmom would manipulate your dad.

Rhaenyra: A wise man once said that you should flee the storm as it gathers. Also, you can bring your new bf. We’ll need anyone who can fight.

. . . . .

Harrenhal: *on fire*

Lyonel and Harwin: *dies in the fire*

. . . . .

Rhaenyra and her fam: *arrives in Dragonstone*

. . . . .

Viserys: *sad because Rhae-Rhae left*

Viserys: *cries and kisses his late wife Aemma’s ring*

. . . . .

Baela and Rhaena: *cries*

Daemon: Don’t worry, my dears. Daddy’s here.

. . . . .

Alicent: They’re dead. Your dad and your bro.

Larys: Well, you know the stories about Harrenhal. It’s cursed place.

Alicent: So you-you passed judgment.

Larys: No, I fulfilled a wish of the queen. Maybe you’ll write to your dad now?

Alicent: *panics* Larys, I didn’t wish for this.

Larys: Oh, come on. Your dad gets to be Hand again and I get to be Lord of Harrenhal. It’s a win-win sitch.Two birds with one stone. Awesome, right?

Alicent: WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

It took me a while, sorry. I’m still having mixed feelings about ep.6. I’m not mad about the 10-year time jump, my issue mostly why they didn’t show more of a developed relationship of Rhaenyra and Harwin, and Daemon and Laena. Especially since, there’s not much interaction from where we left off in ep.5. Also, I prefer Laena’s death in the show rather than how it’s written in the books. It seemed like she was in control of herself and freely chose how she would go. I also personally think King Vis would die in ep.8 or 9, just because in the GoT pattern, most of the important people die on those eps. Nevertheless, I can’t want for ep.7!

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

the nature of wisdom doesn’t favor the eternal (Yae Miko x Reader)

tags: alt title: how to be a heartbreaaaaker, gn!reader, pre!2.5 but made with miko’s known lore, manifesting c2 miko, this has been in my draft for a while just sitting here collecting dust but i figured why not post

a/n: i know i don’t write for unreleased characters but i just really wanted to make something based on the known info on miko. self promo but if you haven’t already, check out my genshin blog’s yae miko lore post uwu. when miko’s out i might expand upon this in another fic. (also if you didn’t know, the shimenawa flower is a type of mizuhiki called ume musubi. it’s a hard to untie so it’s a popular charm for couples to protect their relationship or even as wedding decoration.)

will i ever make a second part or a full fic based on this? idk. lol tell me your reactions and reblogs appreciated.

“Why is this being so difficult?!” With a noise of frustration, you tossed your craft-in-progress at the basket.

“It isn’t being difficult,” Miko smiled impishly as you pursed your lips with sour exasperation. “you’re just working against the cords.” Just as she said that, the guuji placed her newly finished ume musubi flower next to her growing collection of finished mizuhiki charms. All varied in sizes ー in varying shades of red, white, gold, and silver ー but all were irrefutably perfect. 

Meanwhile, you were still working on your first. “Easy for you to say, you’re a master at this by now.” You sighed loudly but you picked up your attempt to make a flower out of the three cords you were given to work with. You were excited initially when Miko asked if you wanted to help her make the flower-shaped charms they sold at the Grand Narukami Shrine alongside their omamori.

You weren’t a shrine maiden, you weren’t even Inazuman. You were just a student from the Academia who came to do field research on the way Electro affected the country’s flora. Then not even a week later, much to your poor luck, the Raiden Shogun declared her Sakoku Decree and you were forced to remain in Inazuma well past the date you were expected to return with your research.

There were some small consolations to start. 

You weren’t stuck in Ritou, which you undoubtedly would have been if you’d left a week later like your mother insisted because your cousin was having a birthday party soon. 

Even if some of the Shogunate samurai were a pain, that Kujou Sara lady mostly kept them in line.

The flora was just as spectacular as you’d imagined, what with the storm-sensing naku weed and the perpetually floating sakura petals.

The biggest plus, however, was when you finally made your way to the Grand Narukami Shrine to see the Sacred Sakura. The largest shrine in all Inazuma, the books back home said, and the domain of Yae Miko.

“When I was younger, I couldn’t stand making these things. I always messed up making the initial shape.” Despite recounting her frustrations, Miko’s violet eyes were warm and her smile was fond but distant. You watched as she carefully pulled each cord one strand at a time. “Then on the occasions I’d get past that step, I’d always make them too tight or too lose. My aunt, Lady Saiguu, laughed at me once and I got so mad I had a tantrum and left the shrine.”

That made you snort. You tried to imagine it, a small Miko huffing and puffing about being unable to make a charm. “It’s hard to picture you being that immature. Or young.” You were sure the whole of the shrine would agree if they heard Miko’s story.

“I wasn’t immature, I was lively.” Miko replied petulantly but her amused expression told you it was in good fun. “She was so mad when she found me.” Miko continued on as if she weren’t interrupted by your commentary. “She said Mount Yougou was no place for a young kit to storm around angrily. No, she said if I was going to be a brat then I’d have to do it in the safety of the shrine.”

“Your aunt sounds like she was hilarious.” Was it just her personality or was it her nature as a kitsune? Maybe it was a mixture of both.

“Yes, she was.” A silence fell between the both of you as Miko finished yet another charm, cutting off the access cords, gluing the tips, and pinning them in place to dry before setting it down.

Your stomach lurched awkwardly. “For what it’s worth,” you began quietly. Comforting others was not your strong suit. “I think she’d be happy to see you took after her sense of humor.”

Miko smiled at your words. “Of course she would, I’m her darling niece.” As arrogant as the sentence was, her tone was warm and appreciative. “Eventually, I got better at it. She said the only way was practice instead of crying about it.” Clearly, you kept your bemused thought to yourself. Miko’s fingers were very nimble in her work. “She also said that the better I got at weaving the cords, my wishes would be woven into them and become eternal. Maybe that will make it a bit easier for you if you think of it that way.”

Weaving my wishes into the cords... You thought of your room back in the Academia dormitories. With that philosophy, if this was a thing back home it would be a ritual to pass your classes. You were sure this wasn’t the sort of wishes the shrine maiden’s aunt meant, however. This is a charm for couples, after all. I’m as single as it gets.

Living in the land of Eternity was an experience. You thought of a debate your class had once about the various ideals of the Seven.

Barbatos was so free that he left his nation to be at the mercy at whatever harsh wings. Murata’s ideal of war wasn’t preferable for many reasons. Morax’s contracts notion was understandable.

But the Raiden Shogun’s eternity? There was a lot of contempt from the professors. Wisdom doesn’t favor the eternal, they said. They were completely incompatible ideals. Eternity leads to Stagnancy leads to Complacency and Complacency leads to Death. If we were just twiddling our thumbs in Eternity, how would the races of Teyvat prosper? Wisdom is realizing the mistakes of the past and using that to better the future. 

Barbatos’ freedom is reckless abandon. What good are contracts and justice to the opinions and constantly wavering hearts of man? War has done nothing but cause anguish and eternity will be the death of all.

This is why our Lesser Lord Kusanali’s Wisdom is the best way for a nation to strive forward. She doesn’t want man to be ignorant babes dwaddling about senselessly. It’s beautiful, Wisdom is beautiful.

You couldn’t deny that you weren’t somewhat in agreement with that sentiment 

Complacency isn’t good. That you could agree with. You weren’t sure how Inazuma would last under it’s ideal, at least, not the way the Electro Archon went about things. The best way for the Teyvat to thrive was through knowledge, even if there was a lot of hiccups in the road at times because of it. But you’d come around since your arrival to Inazuma.

The ethereal blossoms of the Chinju Forest.

The comforting feeling of walking barefoot across the beach, kicking up sand and water as you made your way to Amakane Island.

The fleeting fireworks in summer that rocked the sky for merely a few heartbeats but remained clearly in your memory even now.

It isn’t good, but... You glanced at the woman finishing yet another ume musubi beside you. Eternity is beautiful too, in its own way.

Shakily you continued with your crafting before finally ー finally ー you finished. A small, two-cord, ume musubi that was white and pink. To think it took this long just to make something like this. “.... well at least it this was supposed to be my practice musubi.” It was far too lumpy to be sold for anything now.

Miko shook her head, “I think it looks rather nice.” 

You glanced at her numerous successful works. There was nothing remotely nice about the one you crafted. It looked like it had been in a fight more than a popular charm for couples hoping for their relationship to be long lasting. “I’ll just toss it and practice more at home.”

Miko shot you a playful look, practically snatching your charm away from you. “Throwing it away is absolutely forbidden.”

“Not if I’m the one who made it.” You replied holding your hand out expectantly. 

Rather than returning your mizuhiki, Miko simply placed one of her own in your palm. It was quite larger, nearly the size of your palm, five cords of red and white. Curious, you raised an eyebrow. “Ume musubi exchange.” Miko made it sound like it was obvious. “You take mine and I take yours and we both can be happy with what we think is fine work.”

Somehow you knew she wouldn’t be satisfied with any other decision. But it’s nice that she wants to keep it even if it totally sucks. “If it makes you that happy.”

A warm breeze blew and like a gentle storm, the cherry blossoms scattered in the wind. You always thought that the paintings you’d see of such things back home in books were exaggerated. Now you knew first hand that it wasn’t, there almost wasn’t enough sakura blooms whirling about. Against your wishes, you couldn’t help but spare a glance at your companion.

The sight of snowing sakura paled in comparison to the sight of sakura petals latching to pink hair and kitsune eyes smiling fondly at the scene around them. 

Spring is constantly blooming in Inazuma. You thought when you noticed a pair of eyes staring back at you.

You half expected Miko to tease you. ‘Oh? Sneaking a glance at the lovely Yae Miko? How scandalous!’ Instead, much to your surprise, Miko’s violet eyes sparkled and she held your gaze for a moment before winking and holding up your sorry excuse for a drying ume musubi near her open eye. “This is quite nice, it matches the falling sakura perfectly.”

Whether she was flattering you to soothe your bruised ego or the compliment was genuine, you weren’t sure. You decided to accept her comment as the latter. “This was fun, Miss Yae.” You said after a moment, thumb caressing your ‘reward’ gently.

“Miko.” The pink-haired woman corrected looking satisfied with herself. “It was, I enjoy your company. Next time I’ll pick something a bit easier to make until you feel more comfortable with this.” She looked at you expectantly and you almost would’ve pegged it for her usual smug air, but you thought you saw a freckle of hope in her eyes. Or maybe it was wishful thinking.

“I’ll make sure to clear my schedule, Miss-”

“Miko.” The shrine maiden looked unphased as she corrected your word choice once again. Now her expression was undeniably expectant.

Coming from Sumeru to Inazuma, it had been quite the abrupt change having to refer to everyone by their surnames unless otherwise given permission. Or until a level of closeness had been acquired where one party felt okay with being on a first name basis. It had become nearly habit at this point after so long of being here. 

Finally you relented, “Miko.” Your eyes stared back at electro purple colored eyes for a moment before you looked back at your gifted flower charm. “I’ll make sure to clear my schedule, Miko.”

Miko nodded, mostly to herself, pleased. She appraised your mizuhiki charm once more. “It really is nice for a first try. But,” at that moment, her usual look of mischief returned to her face. “you would have given yourself an easier time if you softened the cords a bit before you started shaping them and kept your fingers a third apart.”

You felt your eye twitch once before you erupted. “Why didn’t you tell me beforehand?!”

Miko’s grin was devilish, laughing at your look of betrayal. “I thought it was cute looking at you try so earnestly.”

“Ugh!” How you didn’t immediately squish your ume musubi, you weren’t sure. “I’m going before it gets dark!” You stormed off.

“Come visit soon!” Miko called after you airily with a giggle.

Later on, with your mizuhiki claimed and your annoyance subsided, you realized exactly what the kitsune woman. Stubbornly, you ignored the warm feeling settling in your chest as you looked over the ume musubi you were given. It really was a perfect charm for a botanist. A botanist who would be leaving for the Academia once the Sakoku Decree was lifted.

There was plenty of talk about it now that the Vision Hunt Decree was dispelled. It could be announced any day now and you’d have to put Inazuma behind you.

I have a lot to catch up on. And I still need to go to Watatsumi to begin gathering field notes on the plant life. Kaushik had sent you a letter weeks ago informing you it would be safe for you to join him and Anisa there for field research. Even Alrani somehow managed to get there. There was only so much time before you’d have to go home. School aside, your family and friends missed you terribly.

Yet despite the urgency, instead of hauling ass to Watatsumi Island, you kept making your way to Grand Narukami Shrine with varying excuses. You still had more you wanted to understand about the thunder sakura and they all lead back to the Sacred Sakura. You wanted an omamori for success that your thesis wouldn’t be rejected when you submitted it. 

Miko wasn’t available to see every time but when she was, that in itself felt like an award in your own right. When you’d catch eye and for the briefest moment, her air as the head shrine maiden dropped, and she briefly showed the playful woman she could be before going back to guuji mode.

Kusanali forbid it if you both met at the publishing house and found yourself talking about the latest books she was considering publishing. How she wanted your second opinion on them and she invited you to stop by the shrine once you were done.

You noticed the faint scent drifting from your charm and, with a sniff, recognized the soft smell of sakura. The smell made you sick with self-contempt with how you kept putting off advancing your career and studies over some puppy dog crush. I’m leaving for Watatsumi first thing in the morning. You set the charm aside and began packing your things.

But it would be mean to just leave without saying goodbye. You suspired knowing yourself too well. But this was it, your final trip scaling Mount Yougou. You placed Miko’s gift atop your clothes gently, but far enough that you couldn’t see it easily when you opened your bag. 

Eternity isn’t the nature of Sumeru. We’re constantly changing with everything we learn. You reminded yourself, knowing this was for the best regardless of whatever hung between you both and the beauty you managed to find in the slow moving tranquility of the country.

Wisdom comes first, the sages always emphasized. Wisdom above all else or how will you managed to be even a tenth as good a student as our greatest alumni?

Don’t make my mistakes, your mother urged when you left for Inazuma. It had constantly been brought up at family gatherings when people believed you weren’t listening how your mother had squandered everything away in Fontaine after marrying your father instead of finishing her course before their relationship soured and she took you back to her hometown. Whatever might come up, don’t let it become a distraction. You have so much potential. Other things can come later.

If this is what Inazuma did to me, imagine if I took Sayid’s advice and went to Mondstadt. You joked bitterly before you drifted to sleep, dreaming of electro-charged sakura petals and fox tails. 

It was a relief when, the next morning, Miko was too busy to entertain guests. You simply asked that the shrine maiden Miyuki pass your farewells on to the guuji when she was able to instead.

The guilt would pass eventually and eternity would continue on undisturbed. Wisdom will do the same.

[notquitehuman-creations]

actually I wanna noise about this for a second.

have you HEARD the lyrics of this song? look at "let our love be a flame, not an ember" and "my soul is on fire, it's aflame with desire" and tell me it's not perfect for them, A especially. he straight up talks like that. and "your hearts hard as stone or mahogany, that's why I'm in such exquisite agony" could work either way, with A's little villainy thing or N's apathy, depending on who's receiving(even tho A's definitely singing this but ykwim.)

"and I envy the rose that you held in your teeth, love" lol jealous of a plant huh?

"with the thorns underneath, love, sticking into your gums" oh 😳

speaking of. their roles in-scene. getting graphic so adding a cut(heh)

I can see both being in some degree into receiving pain, but in different ways. N is more excited by biting, choking(preferably on A's dick(we all know that boy has an oral fixation), edging, overstimulation, rough sex(r), large toys, maybe some fisting, stuff like that. A however prefers things like burns(N smokes so theres an abundance of opportunities), cuts, scratching, kicks, waxplay, rope/tape, the like. both can agree on hair pulling though(why do you thing they keep it so long?)

they don't do verbal degradation during sex though. during foreplay, absolutely, but the more intimate they get with each other, the more vulnerable and honest they are, so to speak. N isnt very talkative(not nonverbal, far from it), especially while bottoming, but A will gladly go on and on telling N how well he's doing and how good he's being for him, whether he's topping or not. it's actually around a 60/40 split on who tops at any particular time(surprising, I know /hj)

I also feel like A would feel really free in this lifestyle, especially with N. we all know about his whole thing, and if I can channel my trauma into kink so can he. anyway, the bruises and scars would represent the lack of pressure for perfection. he could look into the mirror the morning after a night of sweet sweet bdsming with the love of his life and see himself, not the perfect boy they wanted, but him. the real him. idk, I love A recovery stories!

also they're both Autistic in this because I say so and I'm right.

aaanyway I'm gonna go to bed(lying) thanks for coming to my ted talk

so, can I say 'Masochism Tango EelBook pmv' or is that too unhinged?

[sparring-spirals]

So I’ve been slowly losing my mind the whole day, over how Laura Bailey keeps managing to craft these fantastically morally complex characters.

tl;dr: both Imogen and Jester have backstories and context that leave them (or could leave them) with ,,, lets say, loosey goosey moral systems, and both of them handle it and react differently, and I love them both, and I am so excited for Imogen and her instincts and the way she fights them, y’all.

It got... long. Tossing a read more here.

Jester morality is always one of my favorite things, okay. Jester is sweet and kind and loves to make people happy and make them laugh and also she is fine with wiping peoples memories and occasionally doing mild-to-moderately-terrible things if its funny enough, and who is absolutely cold and ruthless if push comes to shove for the things she cares about. Jester grew up with a fey as her best friend and it shows. And through C2, she grows, and changes- but for the most part, that grey morality is extremely Jester, and stays that way and I love her for it. She never feels bad about how she processes the world- or not for the most part. Maybe when people she could be hurting are right in front of her, maybe when things are dark but overall? She believes in her choices. She sticks to them. She’s Jester Lavorre, she loves her friends and family and will kill for them, she’s spreading chaos, and she’s very funny and talented and good at pranks. That’s all.

But Imogen-

Look, we don’t know Imogen yet, so this is all technically conjecture. I’m just going to say that Imogen is kind of a constant ball of nerves (rightfully so), and not always great at lying, and very polite, and I love her-.

(As an aside- my god, hearing other peoples thoughts constantly, like an overpowering wave, deafened by crowds, constantly privy to peoples secrets whether they want you to be or not? The implications! The angst! The character potential!)

And-

Imogen has absolutely zero hesitation about lying, Imogen lies to shopkeepers to get information, Imogen pulls Dorian in and lies to two guards about getting ~too noisy hehe~ with a dead body behind her. Imogen makes a casual offer to pull one over Lord Eshteross.

Imogen has very, very few moral qualms about listening to people’s thoughts- for haggling, for information- even with the pain as the cost, Imogen doesn’t ever really show guilt for listening to the minds of others, speaking into the minds of others, she doesn’t really apologize for what is, arguably, an absolutely incredible breach of privacy.

(But would she see it that way? After who knows how long of being deluged and tortured by the weight of a thousand strangers thoughts that she doesn’t want to hear- does it even register like that to her anymore? She must know so much about how people think and operate and feel. She must be at least a little numb to it.)

And-

She’s so apologetic. She’s so unsure. She’s withdrawn and nervous and she apologizes for when the crowds are too much and she can’t push through the noise and she apologizes for pulling Dorian in if he wasn’t ready (not being considerate, she says). She is unfailingly polite, consistently second guessing, and- if my instincts are anywhere near correct-

guilty.  Guilty, or at the very least warring. There’s an instinct there- there’s something there, that drives that, that makes her first tools a little terrifying, a little unthinking, and then there’s a catch- there’s her reviewing her actions after, doling out apologies, holding that regret. Fixing her mistakes. Addressing them.

and I am so curious about that conflict. Imogen is full of so much turmoil and complexity. She’s holding on to so much and holding herself in check and fighting herself and her past and idk, probably a red storm AT LEAST, and I am absolutely pumped to see this conflict unravel, I want to Know. 

How does Laura Bailey do this. How.

edit: this is unexpectedly picking up some traction again, so if you're Feelin This, might I also offer this meta :D

[sailorhyunjinz]

Imagine skz realizing their s/o reads smuts about them .... sksksksksk

PLEASE I SO WANNA DO A HEADCANON ON THIS 

LEZ GO HEADCANON/REACTION (i swear i know the difference i just dont know what to call these LMAO)

Warnings; SMUT!!! mentions of rough sex, mentions of pegging, mentions of threesomes, mentions of degredation, sub/dom!skz x gn!reader

bangchan

“o-oh”

he just needed to check the weather on your phone or smth

but was instead greeted by hardcore smut with him choking and fucking the reader

I MEAN,,, HE KNEW 

BUT STILL VERY SHOCKED 

“why dont you read the cute like fluffy stuff? like going on dates by the beach or getting a dog together or something?” 

you try to act innocent like “read? i do read book with those themes if you didnt kn-”

“no i mean the things about me”

realisation just HIT 

“chan,,, how much did you read??”

“maybe like 3 or 4 pieces, all very rough??”

smile through the pain, you’re busted and theres nothing you can do about it lmao

minho

“here i am,,, thinking my partner was so excited over news articles but no,,, oh no they reading about wanting to dom me. never baby”

he says it in such a serious tone so you’re cracking up, half embarrassed, half amused.

but he doesnt even blink

“also why the fuck does changbin get to fuck but im stuck jerking off in a random ass corner?”

so defensive

justice for minho in fics

starts judging how its written

“the writer doesnt describe my handsome face?”

changbin

“Y/N!!! COME HERE!!”

you skip into the room, your buff boyfriend sitting infront of your computer scrolling through a smut post you hadn’t bothered clicking down

“this is pretty hot not even gonna lie”

you punch him playfully on the shoulder but it doesnt make him move an inch

“c-can you not?! thats invasion of private property!!”

“ ’ah fuck yes changbin, im yours’ doesnt sound like private property”

you slam the computer screen shut and walk out but he grabs your wrist

“do,,, do you wanna try?”

“try what?”

“you know,,, recreate those,,,”

hyunjin

“b-but im right here?”

so confused??

like why would you need to read about having sex with him

WHEN HE WAS THERE??

rolls his eyes and starts making fun of you 

“y/n wants to be called a whore!!”

but then discovers smth really kinky that you like

idk like being tied up or restrained or smth

eyebrow wiggle 

“hey y/n i just wanna test something” 

you’re cooking food and you nod

he takes both of your hands behind your back and CLICK

mf had handcuffs behind his back 

“WH- HYUNJIN WHERE DID YOU EVEN-?”

he leans in real close to your ear, pressing his chest against your back

“dumb baby didn’t know that i would have found out, hm? reading those dirty things behind my back every night”

jisung

“my dick is not small”

you’re like wtf,,, he just says it randomly while you were grabbing a snack from the kitchen

“in that story you’re reading, it says that i have a small dick”

FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU LEFT THE DAMN PHONE UNLOCKED

you cant even say anything, you just frozen, with a packet of crisps in your hands

“what more stories are there of me? are there any with me and a big dick?”

“JISUNG, SHUT UP”

felix

GIGGLY BOY

he vibes with it but kinda pouty because why didnt you tell him what you wanted to do in bed

baby starts worrying that maybe he’s not good enough :((

highkey loves the sub fics OOP

“y/n, i wanna try this”

he says, showing you a fic about him getting pegged/buttfucked

you’re all like static tv noises at first cause how the fuck did he even find out

but ya know,,,, it opened door ;))

seungmin

“do you want to fuck my bandmates?”

bruh you choke on your mf water

“w-wha? why would i-”

“especially jisung, theres just countless links of jisung smut in your history”

you’re impressed over how calm he is?? 

“s-smut? pffft,,, i dont read that,,,”

he pulls out his phone cause he took a picture of what you were reading and you just wanted to sink underground and stay there forever.

“I quote; ‘jisung grabbed his leaking cock an-”

“IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY I WAS JUST CURIOUS, SPARE MY EARS”

he just chuckles, looking up from his phone with his sharp eyes

“should be me instead...”

jeongin

“wait is that the new volume of that manga?”

he says all pouty before he jumps on top of you, you lying on your stomach on the bed, deep into the story until you scrolled down and boom

the smexy scenes started ;)))

you quickly scroll up again but he’s all like;

“wait scroll down,,, im pretty sure i saw my name”

he grabs the phone out of your hand and runs away

“WAIT PEOPLE WRITE THIS ABOUT ME?!”

flops down on the floor out of embarrassment 

and you flop down on top of him

just a pile of embarrassment