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Anatomy of a Relationship

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Pairing: (established) Tim Bradford x fem!neurosurgeon!reader

Summary: When your friend comes over in the middle of the night to talk about guy problems, Tim finds out what your relationships really mean to you.

Warnings: brief angst, fluff, a Castle reference, Karah is loosely based on Regine from Living Single

Word Count: 1.8k+ words

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“11.25 millimeters,” you read. “That’s not good.”

“What’s not good?” your best friend, Karah, whispers as she lays her hand on your shoulder.

“I just got an MRI with an 11.25-millimeter aneurysm attached to the basilar artery,” you answer. “What’s up?” you murmur, flipping the page.

“Nothing,” she sighs.

“That was convincing.”

“It’s not as important as a brain aneurysm.”

You set your clipboard on your desk and turn toward Karah, shaking your head as you smile at her. “Most things aren’t, but I’m sure I can manage it.”

Before Karah answers, your phone rings. You mouth an apology as you answer and say your name.

“Got it, on my way,” you assure before you end the call. As you gather your things, you tell Karah, “We will talk later. Promise.”

“Go save a life!”

“I have been looking everywhere for you!” you exclaim as you enter a supply closet.

Karah hums but doesn’t speak past the nail polish applicator held between her teeth.

“Pretty color,” you muse as you sit beside her on a gurney.

“Thanks,” she replies as she removes the applicator. “Want some?”

“Surgical board frowns upon painted nails,” you remind her.

“Hence, why I’m doing my toe-sies,” Karah singsongs. “What are you doing with Sergeant Bradford tonight?”

“As little as possible, I hope. What are you doing tonight? Another date with the mystery man?”

“Another date, yes. Mystery man, no.”

“What happened?”

“Have you ever watched a cartoon where the characters kiss and they just kinda…” Karah closes the nail polish and shoves her palms together in demonstration.

“Sure,” you answer, nodding. “The PG version with no emotion and no lips.”

“Yeah, that’s how he kissed.”

“Ugh.” You shiver for emphasis, and Karah nods emphatically.

“And his lips were chapped, too.”

“We can’t have anything in this life.”

Karah scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Right, because you have it so bad with a hot police officer.”

“A hot police officer who cancels dates weekly and has minimal emotional availability.”

“But you love him,” she reminds you.

“That I do. Look, I’ve got a consult call before I leave, but call me later, let me know how your date went, okay?”

“Will do. Enjoy your date, if it happens.”

You shove Karah gently as you slide off the gurney. Opening the door, you call, “Love you!” over your shoulder.

“Smooches!” she replies.

“Stop staring at me,” Tim demands as he locks your door.

“Answer the question!” you reply. “I can’t let you sleep here if you’re lying to me!”

“It’s fine.”

“Why? How do you know?”

Tim sighs and takes your face between his hands. “It’s fine,” he repeats.

You pout, pushing your lower lip out as you blink at him.

“My neighbor is watching Kojo, so it is fine if I stay tonight,” he assures you with a sigh.

Your brows furrow as you ask, “You asked your neighbor to watch Kojo? Presumptuous.”

“I… Never mind,” Tim murmurs, his hands still on your face.

“We should probably have some dessert,” you whisper, leaning into his touch. “Not like that, Tim, get your mind out of the gutter.”

Tim huffs a laugh, then kisses your forehead and drops his hands to your waist.

“Listen,” you request, not moving to get dessert. “Don’t take this the wrong way, I’m not asking you to make any big decisions or anything, but if you want to bring Kojo in the future, you can.”

“Thank you.”

“Although, he’d probably never want to leave because I’m nicer than you.”

Tim tightens his grip on your waist slowly, waiting until you grunt to smooth his palms against your shirt. He leans toward you, and you murmur, “Dessert can wait.”

Your front door clicks closed around midnight, and you sit up in bed. Tim shifts beside you but doesn’t wake as he rolls away. Soft footsteps pad down your hall, and you relax, recognizing the gait. Karah steps into your room with her hair pulled back messily and her cheeks red from scrubbing her makeup off.

“C’mon,” you invite her, patting the mattress.

Karah pulls back the comforter and sits beside you with a heavy sigh. You move closer to Tim and lay your hand on his back.

“Is it me?” Karah asks.

“I hope so, considering you’re in my bed,” you reply softly. “What’s going on? And don’t tell me nothing.”

“So, I went on a date with the vet, right? And the next day, he ghosts me. Then mystery man seems to be the one until we kiss and then there’s nothing there, no spark, no more mystery.”

“Tonight?”

“He wanted to move way too fast. Was I wrong for not wanting to? I mean, what if he was the one – or, at the least, the best I can get – and I ruined it because I asked him to slow down?”

“He wasn’t the one,” you assure her, wrapping her in a hug. “If he couldn’t respect that and made you uncomfortable, then he 100%, beyond a shadow of a doubt, was not the one. You’ll know when someone is the one or has a chance of being him.”

Karah looks over your shoulder at Tim’s back and asks, “Are you sure?”

With a smile, you promise, “I’m sure. When the right man comes along, things aren’t always comfortable, but you’re willing to fight to get back to that comfort.”

“Unless there isn’t a right man,” Karah adds, falling back against your pillow. “I try, I get out and date, but maybe it is just me.”

“Maybe.”

Karah’s eyes widen, and you argue, “Exactly. There is no way it’s you. There are nearly 4 million people living in Los Angeles, so what if you can’t find the one perfect person for you quickly?”

“That’s only 2 million men, and half of those are married or not interested. The pool is way down and I’ve been swimming.”

“49 people in every 10,000 have a brain aneurysm each year. Just because it’s a low number doesn’t mean I’m going to quit my job. The 30,000 people who have an aneurysm rupture every year wouldn’t have a neurosurgeon if we all thought like that.”

“I see your point,” Karah grumbles. “But I still hate it.”

“I get it. But maybe a break would clear out some of the wrong men.”

“How do I find what you have?”

“The way I did it? Pure luck. Besides, most of the cops we get in the hospital aren’t like this one.”

“Maybe I should call Rick and see if he’s still single.”

“Rick who let his ex-wife crash at his house and walk around half-naked while you were dating? I’m going to veto that option.”

“He was rich.”

“And a terrible person.”

You scoot back to sit against the headboard as Karah tells you more about what she’s feeling, and as the night goes on, you do your best friend duty and don’t notice that your hand strays to Tim every few minutes.

“Okay,” you interrupt after hours of talking. “We need a pick-me-up.”

“What?” Karah asks.

“Let’s go.”

You lead Karah out of your bed and into the kitchen. After placing your kettle on the stove to heat water, you unlock your phone and scroll through your music library until you find the perfect playlist. The Bluetooth speaker tucked under your upper cabinet plays the opening notes of 2000s pop before Kesha sings, “Hot and dangerous. If you’re one of us then roll with us.”

Karah gasps in excitement, then leans forward to do the handshake you made up during your first year working together. The music plays too loud for the early hour as you dance around the kitchen together, but you don’t care because it’s cheering Karah up, which is the goal. Each word makes you feel better, more upbeat, and ready to do anything and everything.

As the playlist moves forward to a Britney Spears song, you freeze. Tim stops between the end of the hall and the kitchen and looks from you to Karah and then back to you.

“Is this why I was so squished last night?” he asks.

You nod meekly, and he waves his hand at you as he moves toward the kettle and the cabinet where you keep your tea and coffee.

“Breakfast?” he asks.

“Please!” Karah answers.

“Yes,” you say as you dance past him. “Thank you.”

You turn the music down at the end of the song and ask Karah if she feels better.

“Mostly,” she admits. “Now I just need a guy who makes me feel like Hips Don’t Lie does. Sorry, Tim.”

“I’m not even here,” he encourages her. “And if I was, I wouldn’t get involved.”

You shrug and gesture for Karah to continue.

“There’s something I didn’t tell you yet,” she murmurs.

“Well now you have to.”

“I agreed to go on another date with Ryan, the guy from last night.”

“What?!” you exclaim. “Why?”

“He waited. I mean he made me feel awful for asking but he agreed.”

Tim turns and passes Karah a mug of coffee before he sets your favorite drink beside your hand. “Dump him,” he encourages. “He didn’t mean it, he’ll keep pushing and dishonesty of that kind almost always leads to a misdemeanor, minimum.”

You look at Tim with your brows raised, then agree, “He’s right. A guy like that will try to pressure into not waiting. Don’t let him make you do something you’re uncomfortable with for any reason.”

Karah’s phone buzzes, and she groans as she reads the message. “Jill called in sick again, so I’ve got to go. I’ll see you at the hospital?”

“If you’re lucky,” you tell her as you hug her. “And cancel on Ryan, or ghost him, but don’t see him again.”

“I will. Thanks, Tim!” she calls as she opens the door.

When you turn back toward Tim, he lays his palms on the counter and glares at you, but you can tell he’s hiding a smile.

“Thank you,” you tell him with a smile. “She needed to hear it from someone who wasn’t me.”

“Karah has a key. What would you do if one of my friends climbed into bed with us?” Tim inquires.

“Which friend?” you counter. “Because Lucy has a key to get in here too.”

Tim rolls his eyes and returns his attention to the food on the stove. “Make sure Karah leaves him and let me know if you need some help getting the message through to him.”

“Such a softie,” you muse as you raise your mug.

“What was that?” Tim challenges.

“I said will do, sir.”

Tim hums, so you stand and walk behind him. With your arms wrapped around his waist, you say, “I love you.”

“Then you’ll tell me how many people have a key to your door before I replace the lock.”

[milliesfishes]

Heyyy Millie!

Can we get a coryio as a boy dad fic?

Bc I looooved the girl dad ones smmm

<33

But don’t write it if you are too busy :)

I hope you have a wonderful dayyyy

this took an angsty turn hehe <3 ౨ৎ꣑ৎhaving a baby boy with coriolanus౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x coriolanus snow

Not a single inch of Coriolanus' body was in motion. The blur of the air was thick, choking him from the inside out. For a second, his mind lapsed, and he wasn't sure if he was real.

Then it all came back at once. The shriek of a new life, the mutter of the doctors pushing him out of the way and attending to you, unmoving on the bed. There was a mess of crimson between your limply spread legs, and the color he'd loved so much on you before suddenly had him feeling faint.

He couldn't take his eyes off your face. You were pale as a sheet, looking almost like a stranger even though he could map out every detail of your face without looking. A nurse had the sense to guide him away, placing something wrapped in blankets in his arms, which suddenly became stiff enough to hold it.

"Here," she said softly. "Just sit with him for a minute. It'll be okay."

Coriolanus barely registered what she said, wearily looking down. The face of a squirming baby greeted him, and it hit him all at once. His son. He was a father.

The future was stretched out in front of him, only one sure thing in it. He hated that it wasn't you.

He wasn't sure how long he stood there outside the door, blankly holding his newborn. In Coriolanus' life, there had been very few things that he knew were certain, but he'd thought you being here was one. His success had made him sloppy, his money, reckless. Now you were on death's doorstep because he'd become greedy, wanting more and more of you until it killed you. Had his mother's death taught him nothing? Another mouth to feed wasn't worth losing you.

Mulling it over, the last thing he wanted was to be holding the product of his failure. He looked around desperately, but nobody was in sight. The baby in his arms was still wriggling, cries softening.

The same nurse came out to tell him. It was a close call, but you were stable. You were okay. The relief that poured over his heart lifted some of the weight from his shoulders, and everything he'd considered while imagining a life without you evaporated into thin air.

Passing the baby off to the nurse, he went in to see you straightaway, ignoring the doctor's mention that you wouldn't be conscious for awhile. He needed to see you breathing, receive confirmation that you were alive and you would stay that way.

Time meant nothing when he was at your side. He watched you sleep, stayed at your side while the nurses changed the sheets and produced a fresh nightdress for you. The doctor left behind a list of instructions, and Coriolanus assured him that he'd call if there were any further problems.

He was right there when you woke, blinking sleepily and wincing at the leftover ache of childbirth. You looked around confusedly, and he reached for your hand, squeezing it lightly. "Darling."

"The baby," you muttered, trying to sit up.

Gently, he reached out his arm, guiding you to lay down again. "Easy. He's fine." Coriolanus moved closer, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything?"

You winced as you shifted, eyes widening in joy. "He? We have a baby boy?"

"Yes," he said, frowning as he studied you. "Where does it hurt, sweetheart?"

"I want to see him," you said softly, looking up into his eyes. "I want to see our son."

"Later," he promised, getting up to sit on the side of the bed, fluffing your pillows and using a guiding hand to rest your head there again. "You need to rest."

"Coryo." He paused, reluctantly meeting your gaze again. "I've been resting for the past month. I want to see him."

Looking at you, worn out from birth and pleading with him, he who should be giving you whatever you wanted, there was no way he could deny this request. You deserved to see what you'd nearly lost your life to have.

So, with a sigh, he went to the nursery, where the baby was being supervised by the nurse he'd hired. You'd said it was unnecessary, having wanted to do all of the work yourself, but now he was glad he'd insisted.

Bringing the baby back, Coriolanus deposited him carefully into your arms, watching your eyes light up. Swaying back and forth, you hummed softly, smiling when your baby boy made a happy little noise.

"He's so beautiful," you whispered, tracing a finger down his little face. "Oh..." Finally, you looked up at him again, nearly glowing. "He looks just like you, Coryo."

Nodding, Coriolanus forced a smile, itching to whisk the baby back to the nursery so he could care for you properly. "Sweetheart, it's time for you to rest."

Your brow furrowed when he reached for the bundle in your arms. "He can stay."

Coriolanus breathed out through his nose, biting the inside of his cheek. "The doctor said you need to sleep uninterrupted, darling. You can spend as much time as you want with the baby tomorrow."

Reluctantly, you surrendered at the mention of doctor's orders. When he returned from the nursery again, you were sleepy, trying to keep your eyes open as you rested your head on your pillow.

Stripping himself down for bed, Coriolanus carefully positioned himself under the covers with you, stroking your shoulder when you curled into him, coming to attention when you winced. "What hurts?"

"I'm just a little sore," you managed, sighing when he set a heavy hand on your back, rubbing each tender spot. "I'm okay."

"Shh," he soothed, guiding your head to lay on his chest. "We'll get you some more medicine after you sleep."

He managed to work you into rest, draping you over his chest and thanking deities when you stayed that way. In the morning, he woke before you, using the breathy moments of the early hours to watch you, assure himself that his love was alive and well.

The very second you awoke, you were asking about the baby, pleading with Coriolanus to bring the cradle closer to you. He bent, staying at your side while you held your son, unable to tear your eyes away from him.

His name had been chosen months ago, though neither of you had known the gender. Martius. A good, strong name, you'd both decided. You were whispering it as you held him to your chest, kissing his forehead and rocking him back and forth.

It was sweet. He never could have foreseen how much more he would love you as a mother. With the child you'd carried and nurtured that hadn't been real to him until this moment. Coriolanus found himself winding his arm around you, suddenly wanting to hold you. He forced himself to look down at Martius, stunned to his core once again. You were right. He was the spitting image of Coriolanus. Except for his eyes. The color right now was similar to his own, but the shape was so precisely you.

He kissed the side of your head, every touch still careful. You'd had your medicine, but he wasn't sure if you were still hurting. You leaned back against the pillows, smiling when he pulled the blanket up over your legs. "I'm okay, you know?"

"Yes," he lied, your screaming still echoing between his ears. Trying not to shiver, he smoothed a hand up and down your arm.

It was quiet for a moment, and then you looked up, brow furrowing as you did. "Have you held him yet?"

"I did," he said, leaving out the circumstances. "Do you need a break? I can put him back in the cradle-"

"No," you assured, shaking your head. "I just...you haven't asked to."

"It's fine, sweetheart," Coriolanus promised. "You wanted to hold him."

"But I want you to hold him," you said, sitting up and moving to give him the baby. He shook his head, and you frowned, searching his eyes. "What's the matter?"

The way you were looking at him made him feel like you already knew. Still, he tried to maintain the mask that had never worked once with you. "Everything's fine, I promise."

"Coryo." He almost melted. Your eyes were wide, and he felt as though he could fall headfirst into them. If Martius' eyes ended up being the same color as yours, he was in for it.

His shoulders slumped. He kept his eyes on your shoulder. "When they made me leave the room, they gave him to me."

"Oh," you said softly. He dared to look at your face. You reached out, squeezing his wrist, and he wanted to hide in your shelter. "Coryo." The repetition of his name was softened now. "I'm here. I'm okay."

"You were dying," he countered, shaking his head. "It was my fault. And he..." It was something he could never admit out loud. But you knew instantly, your grip on his wrist moving to his cheek. He leaned into your touch, letting the mask slip down.

"This is not your fault." You were looking into his eyes, shaking your head just slightly. "Coryo he's perfect. I would do it all over again."

"I couldn't lose you," he breathed, reaching both hands up to hold your face. His thumbs found your cheeks, moving up and down. "Sweetheart I couldn't do it again."

You breathed out, quieting for just a moment. Then you shifted Martius in your arms. "I want you to hold him, Coriolanus. Please."

There wasn't any way he could have said no. Not when he'd let this piece of himself slip, revealing a memory he knew he was ashamed of. The wound of almost losing you was fresh, and he'd tried to cover it before you could see.

He silently held out his arms, and you slid Martius into them. Coriolanus was surprised to find his arms knew exactly what to do. For a moment he was worried the baby would cry, but he only cooed, shifting comfortably against him.

It was like a sunrise. At first a flicker, and then a light rising from within. It was real to him in this moment, in the quiet of the room with his healing wife there next to him. You were beaming, cheek to his shoulder as you watched Martius settle. It was as if you were feeling it with him. Your hand was on his elbow by your son's head, and you reached up to kiss his cheek.

There was something constricting his throat as he stared down at his little boy. He tried to find his words again. "I..." Was it an apology on his lips? A declaration, maybe. But of what? Never in his life had he been at such a loss.

You hummed softly, snuggling against his side. "I know." Pressing your lips to his shoulder, you rubbed your fingers over his arm. "I know."

[asooffa]

how did you come up with your designs for the ninja? they're some of the coolest ive seen in this fandom!

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thanks for liking my designs!! honestly it took me a solid bit to make them look like the vision in my head and are NOT professional by any means,, but such is life

im putting more individual notes and explanations under the cut because i like yapping 👇

GENERALLY SPEAKING i wanted my ninja designs to feel slightly more traditional than they tend to lean in canon (s11 gis were my main point of reference). so most of my inspo draws from different culturally historical garmets and patterns. obviously i break a few rules and mash some things together.. but i wanted all of their silhouettes to be consistent as a team with room for individuality. the sashes, symbols and uniform shape were the most important for me to have across all ninja. i also wanted half the ninja to use gold and half to use silver as their accent metal. it feels less repetitive that way but is subtle enough to not make it the main focus? (if that makes sense) jay and lloyd also use more browns/leather than their respective metals for that added variation.

ok now i can talk about each ninja on their own

kai - POINTY. he has to be pointy but in a charismatic way and not a scary way. lots of gold accents to make it flashy without having to introduce a whole other color. short sleeves because he probably needs the breathability, same for his pants being a different material. i hc him and nya as thai so that's where i drew the siamese warrior influences from. also it incorporates more metal and he's a blacksmith

nya - her design reflects more in her samurai x days with SOME of the same influences as kai, and is a lot more symmetrical compared to the others because of that. so she gets samurai styled armor and surcoat. i absolutely MISS when they used red as an accent color for her so i kept that. her shape is more hourglass only because of how broad her clothes make her shoulders. kept her sleeves loose because i feel like that reflects flowing water better??? idk it looked good lmao

lloyd - he's THE mascot ninja so obv he has to have the most traditional shinobi silhouette. but i wanted to reflect on his half dragon and half oni situation by giving him a ton of asymmetry? so his shirt is color blocked to be a light and dark green, one sleeve is longer than the other, and i like the hc of him having a messed up arm 💀. idk what specifically but something about him gives the smallest bit of high fantasy too because that fits together in my head.

cole - im very biased when it comes to him so oops.. he's also got a lot of asymmetry going on but i tried to balance it out by placing the details on different levels, mostly using a mix of traditional seasian patterns. the beads are a must. i love the beads they've stayed on him since 2021. no sleeves and open chest because we need to be able to see his earth punch/spinjitzu burst ability and i do NOT wanna try and draw that on fabric. even with the *lack* of fabric, i still kept the fit of his clothes baggy so he can move around comfortably. big guy needs big clothes

jay - ok i hate this guy (im kidding). but because of his upbringing in a junkyard I wanted to kind of give off that same mismatched energy in his clothes. pure loser core. that's where you get details like the pins, the bandana, the stupid shorts over his pants, etc. he's clashing modernity with tradition in a way that still keeps his design harmonized with the whole team. he has to look a bit all over the place or else he doesn't look like himself imo.

zane - inspo came from tang dynasty armor mixed with traditional japanese shapes.. idk it seemed to have the same sort of power in elegance i associate with him and how he fights. his clothes are the longest and most modest out of all of the team, mostly to accentuate his height. still, its practical enough to protect him and hes still able to move with little restrictions because of the loose fit. he also gets purple as an accent color!! because cool tones.

in conclusion it was mostly **very shallow** research and trying to get in the mindset of what they would put out of preference and function,,, maybe i blacked out during the whole thing,, who knows,,,,

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

And I mean, Maddie having experience with teaching martial arts wouldn’t be THAT odd to me? Not quite canonical, maybe, but, like. You know which fandom this is.

It’s been a bit but the Fentons DID temporarily have a ghost-hunting club (was that the GhostGetters? Might’ve been, been a BIT like I said) with Paulina, Dash, and I think a couple other A-listers. Jazz also has hand-to-hand experience of some kind, since we see her with a VR headset doing fighting moves during the episode where Danny and Dash got shrunk. And while it’s not obvious, Danny has some kind of fighting training—first episode, he takes out a bunch of the little meat monsters with a—circle kick, I think? I’m not sure the name. I’m not saying he’s a particularly experienced or good fighter if he didn’t have his powers, but I think there’s SOMETHING there.

Not to mention, you can see in Pirate Radio that there were enough uniforms for all the teens that came to save their parents, and they weren’t exactly like what we see Maddie or Jack wear on the regular (nor Danny for that matter—and Danny’s suit is the only one not orange or blue which. Interesting, since JAZZ doesn’t have her own suit color——I’m getting off topic). We also don��t really know what the Fentons actually did for funding? Or if they had other jobs that paid the bills? Since we don’t know much about ghosts and ectoplasm before the series made them be everywhere, but they DID make portals, portals WERE already a phenomenon in the world, and they apparently got degrees in it (or degrees of some kind, at least—again, off topic). Anyways. Whose to say that Maddie DIDN’T at least used to run a martial arts school of some sort? We don’t actually pick up the series until a month after Danny’s accident, so it’s unclear what changes might have really happened, and we only have snippets of Fenton Family Life from before the portal.

TL;DR—can’t say much about Val, but Maddie could have possibly been running a martial arts school pre-canon.

Btw no one asked but most people (like the Danny Phantom show writers) don't actually know what a ninth degree black belt is.

There are only like two hundred people in the world with a ninth degree black belt in anything and it requires 'dedicated your entire life to it' levels of experience. Most of the time, you'll not only have spent time teaching it, but also will own a martial arts school.

It's also important to note that the exact requirements differ for different disciplines, and advanced black belts require a dedicated understanding of that discipline's philosophy.

The idea that Valerie is a ninth degree black belt is stupid (sorry Valerie) because of the precise experience requirements, which are measured in years (not competence), and even the idea that Maddie is one is pretty questionable. Valerie would be a third degree at most, while Maddie would maybe be a fifth or sixth.

The character implications for both of them, however, are pretty fun! It takes dedication and discipline, and it implies that martial arts was a huge part of both their lives even before ghost hunting was. For Maddie in particular, it implies that actively practicing martial arts was once as big a part of her life as science was - though I imagine having kids dropped it down the priority list.

Anyway. I don't care that it's canon. Neither of them is a ninth degree black belt, and martial arts is a much bigger part of their lives than is usually assumed.

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happy 500 followers i’m so happy for you!!

can you write 62 for the dialogue prompt with remus? maybe she’s james’ sister and a flirt just like him. bc jealous rem ✅✅ they’re dumb for each other but sooo oblivious

Thank you for the request ❤︎

I definitely had a moment writing where I was laughing to myself. You flirt with Remus for years: James has no problem. You say one flirtatious line to Sirius: James asks what's wrong with you.

What you need

Remus Lupin x Potter!reader

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cw: fluff, mutual pining, angst

You and James were dual threats. Quidditch stars, academic weapons when you chose to be, friendly, attractive and flirtatious. He had his sights set on Lily and you had yours on Remus. Your methods, however, differed. While James showered Lily with compliments and asked her out daily, you had a more gentle approach. You were drawn to Remus, plenty happy to just sit in his presence. You showered him with compliments as well and made him the center of your world, but you felt that, like Lily, he didn’t reciprocate your feelings. 

You didn’t let it deter you though. You knew he was more reserved than the rest of the Marauders. You decided you would play the long game and wait. He would ask you out. Eventually. 

You collapsed next to Remus on the couch in the common room with an exaggerated sigh. You leaned your head on his shoulder to see what book he was reading.

“The various color changes in the wiggenweld brewing process are essential to the process and without them, the potion will be rendered useless. Substitutions, while appropriate in other potions, will drastically reduce the effectiveness,” you read over his shoulder. “Merlin, Moony, what are you reading? I know Slug didn’t assign this.”

“Just reading up on healing potions. Never know when you’ll need one,” he said.

You hummed and adjusted your body so you were closer to him. 

“Must be something more interesting going on now, though, right?”

“Prongs, Padfoot and Wormtail all have detention.”

“I know,” you laughed. “Maybe we could do something! You know, just the two of us!”

You tried to not sound too excited at the idea. It was a rare opportunity that the other three had detention while you and Remus got off scot-free. 

“Oh, well, I was planning on reading…”

“You could read out loud?” you suggested, desperate for some attention from him. “Maybe I’d learn something.”

“No good at reading out loud,” he mumbled.

“It’d be good practice, Moons. You know I won’t judge. Plus, you have a nice voice.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his face turn a pink hue. You nudged him gently. 

“Come on, read to me,” you sang softly. 

Remus, feeling flustered, stood up.

“Please excuse me,” he said, leaving you on the couch alone.

You watched him retreat to his dorm with a frown on your face. Once again, it hadn’t gone as you had hoped. This wasn’t the first time you had alone time with Remus and he left just after you made him blush. You grumpily moved over into the spot he previously occupied. It was warm and faintly smelled of him; it was the second best thing right now. 

It didn’t take long before Lily sat down in the squashy armchair near you. 

“Why the long face Potter?” she asked. “Missing brother dearest and the troubled gang?” 

You made a face at her, earning you a laugh. Oh, how James would’ve smiled and stared if he were here. 

“They aren’t all in detention, Lils,” you told her.

“Well, you’re not. That would be at least one.”

“Ha,” you said dryly. “No, um, Remus is upstairs. Reading.”

“Huh. Doesn’t he usually read down here when they aren’t around?”

“Mhmm.” You took a deep breath. “He was for a bit.”

Lily nodded. “You’re in his spot, aren’t you?”

“Maybeeee,” you replied quietly, turning your face to look at the fire. “Smells like ‘im,” you added in a mumble.

She laughed again. “Potter, you’re doomed.”

You looked back at her so she could see you roll your eyes and then you returned your gaze to the flames. You knew you were doomed. You would follow Remus to the ends of the earth. You sat next to him whenever you could. You knew how he liked his tea and which quill was his favorite. You knew his ranking of tables in the library, the ones best for studying alone, studying in a group and prank planning. You knew which sweater was the comfiest because he wore it after every full moon. You adored him and he couldn’t seem to stand to be alone with you for more than a few minutes. 

“So, what’d you say to him?”

“What?” Your head snapped back to Lily.

“He was reading in that spot and now he’s not. What made him go upstairs?”

“I asked him to read to me.”

“That all?” 

You nodded, with a confused look on your face. If Lily thought it would’ve taken more to chase Remus away, perhaps something was up with Remus that you didn’t know about.

“Bit strange. I thought he would read to you,” she said lightly. Then she pulled out her own book and waved it in front of your face. “I could read to you if you want.”

“Not the same and you know it. But, if I were James…” you teased. 

“If you were James, I’d be up in our dorm avoiding him.”

Like Remus is doing…

“You read. In your head. I’m going to the pitch... I need air.”

---

When you went to the pitch alone, you used it as a time to think, to clear your head. Did you need to practice because Gryffindor was playing Slytherin this week? Yes. But you also need to think. You’ve loved Remus for years and, well, something clicked while you were flying. He just didn’t like you that way and you had to make your peace with that. 

You started small. You didn’t sit next to Remus at breakfast although you still had his tea ready for him when he arrived at the table. A look of confusion passed over his face when he saw you sitting between Sirius and Mary. He didn’t say anything about it, nor did anyone else. 

Your next step was more direct. You sat next to Otto Bagman in your first class instead of Lily. That caught the eye of some people. Even more so when you let your hand linger on his shoulder longer than you should have and flashed him your brilliant smile. You laughed loudly at his lackluster jokes. 

During the next class, you chose Stubby Boardman. And Gildeory Lockhart in the next. And Gideon Prewett. And Bertram Aubrey. Each got your flirtatious treatment. None made you feel like Remus did, but it was nice to have their attention. 

At dinner, you pulled a move that none of them were expecting. You sat between Sirius and Mary like you had at breakfast. But you sat closer to Sirius than you usually did. It was a closeness you reserved solely for Remus. 

The boys were discussing their next prank and determined that they would need to sneak into Slughorn’s private stores first in order to pull it off.

“I think Sirius should be the distraction. He’s got something super captivating about him, don’t cha think?” you said, leaning forward a bit. 

You flashed him a soft smile as you rested your hand on his shoulder. If you hadn’t been looking at Sirius, you would’ve seen the glares that he immediately received from both James and Remus. 

“Don’t know if Slug is particularly captivated by me, love,” Sirius said, looking down at you and matching your soft smile. Then a wicked glint appeared in his eyes as he turned back to the boys. “But, running in yelling about an exploding potion down the corridor? See how fast the old man can run!” 

James’ expression changed in a flash. He slammed his hand down on the table.

“Brilliant, Padfoot!” 

Remus, on the other hand, let his glare hold longer, only dropping it when Peter addressed him, asking him to repeat what they needed to get from storage. You remained close to Sirius for the rest of the meal as you offered your ideas for getting past Slughorn and for the actual prank. When you excused yourself after you finished, James followed you out of the hall and walked with you back to Gryffindor Tower.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” he asked.

“Obviously.”

“So then, what was that back there? What’s going on with you and Sirius?”

You stopped walking in shock. You spend years flirting with Remus and no comments from James, but one comment toward Sirius and now he’s suddenly concerned with your love life? James turned to fully face you and you frowned at the concern on his face.

“Nothing. There’s nothing between me and Sirius,” you said, sounding a bit incredulous. 

“Then what the bloody hell was that comment at dinner? He’s like super captivating, he he he,” he mimicked in a falsetto.

You took a calculated step toward James while reaching for your wand.

“I do not sound like that.”

“What was the comment for then?” he repeated the question for the third time. “You don’t flirt with Padfoot.” 

You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes. 

“I had… a moment of clarity. Obviously, Moony isn’t right for me and I’ll get over him with whoever I need to.” 

You huffed before stalking away from your brother. He stood there and watched you leave, utterly shocked by what you said. Obviously was a strong word in his opinion. He thought the obvious thing was the effect you had on Remus; Remus was hopelessly in love with but too insecure to do anything and you were waiting for him to make a move. 

You continued to flirt with the boys throughout the rest of the week, with Gideon being the main recipient. Being a fellow Gryffindor and on the quidditch team gave him an easy foot up over the rest. James didn’t say anything more to you, really just being glad it wasn’t Sirius but still showing his concern nonverbally from across the room. 

When he could, Remus would find an excuse to leave whenever you were with Gideon. He couldn’t dismiss how sick it made him feel. Somehow he had been the one receiving your attention for so long that he didn’t realize how much of his day was actually spent with you around, and he didn’t realize how cold he’d feel without your warmth. Instead, he now had to watch Gideon bathe in your compliments and subtle touches. Remus hated it. 

When the weekend came, the whole school descended on the quidditch pitch for an exciting game. Gryffindor versus Slytherin always brought excitement. Every student donned either green or red, even the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. The game was a compilation of incredible plays and dirty moves. In the end, Gryffindor pulled through as your seeker caught the snitch. Usually, after a Gryffindor win, you’d search for Remus’ arms the moment you landed, but this time was different. You immediately found Gideon and let his arms be the ones to wrap around you and spin you around. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. You didn’t mind that it wasn’t Remus; it was nice to be the one receiving the doting for once. 

Gideon’s attention followed you all the way back to the common room for the party that ensued. You knew you had eyes on you - you could feel them. In the past, after a win, you’d have one drink in your hand and you’d nurse it while hanging around the outskirts of the party with Remus. You’d maybe do shots with James because no win was possible without the Potter Twins. This time, however, you were not standing around the edge of the party with Remus. Nor were you nursing a singular drink. 

You were multiple drinks in and dancing with Gideon. His hands were traveling your body and you made no moves to stop him. You just kept moving to the music and taking sips of your drink. 

Remus felt like throwing up at the sight. He had half a mind to walk up to you and tear you away from the ginger. He knew you could do better than Gideon, but if asked who, Remus would want to say himself, but was he better than Gideon? Once again, Remus let his insecurities get the best of him; he retreated to his dorm unable to watch you dance like that with another guy who wasn’t him. 

You finished your drink and felt Gideon lean into your ear. 

“Do you want to celebrate somewhere more… private?” he whispered. 

You smiled at him before saying, “Refill first!” 

James had been keeping an eye on you and Gideon for a while. He didn’t like the way that Gideon was touching you, just as much as he didn’t like how much you were drinking. You were certainly not in your right mind. He intercepted you on your way to the drink table.

“I’m cutting you off,” he said curtly before leading you to the stairs. 

You pouted but allowed yourself to be ushered up to his dorm. In your head, you planned to sneak back down to the party the instant that James left you in his dorm. Once inside, he brought over to his bed and you sat down, crossing your arms. 

“You need to sober up a bit. Um, here’s a water. You know extra blankets are in my trunk. Loo’s over there. Got your wand? Need anything else?” 

You groaned in annoyance. “I’m fine, James,” you slurred. “But you know what I actually need.”

“Hm? What’s that?”

“To get over these damn feelings for Lupin!” you basically spat. “Can’t very well do that if I’m up here, can I? He won’t ask me out, won’t kiss me, can’t stand to be around me. Why you stopping me from moving on?” 

“I-I…” he stuttered, trying not to look over at where Remus was sitting on his own bed with wide eyes. “I’m preventing you from making a decision you might regret.”

“James… James, James, James. I’m fine. Just let me get over being in love with Remus.”

James can’t help it. His eyes flickered to Remus. Yours immediately followed where his went. Remus was staring at you with a faint blush on his cheeks. Because why did you just say that you needed to get over being in love with him?

“Shit,” you muttered, falling back onto James’ bed. “Now I’ve said too much.”

“I’m… going to leave… and let you two… talk,” James said slowly, trying to sound casual and topping it off with snaps and finger guns.

“You’re… in love with me?” Remus asked nervously.

You made a noise that’s a mix of a scoff and laugh.

“Only been bloody head over heels for you for years, you twat.”

“You’ve been,” he muttered, not quite believing you. 

“A girl can only flirt so hard,” you said with a heavy sigh. 

“You were flirting?” 

“With you. For years. Keep up, Lupin.”

There was a slight pause before he said softly, “You don’t call me Lupin.”

“I didn’t when I was in love with you.” 

“Was?”

“Moony, Merlin’s fucking beard,” you exclaimed, propping yourself up on your elbows briefly. “Did you not just hear me tell James that I’m trying to get over you? You clearly don’t like me back so stop making it harder!”

You let yourself fall back onto James’ bed with a ‘humph.’ You stared up at the canopy. Then you felt the bed sink next to you and you don’t need to look over to know that Remus has joined you. 

“You actually like me?” he whispered. 

“If I have to say it one more time, I swear, Moony, I will curse-”

“You like me.” This time it was a statement. Remus doesn’t believe it yet, but he didn’t need you to finish your threat. “And it’s real. Not a prank or cruel joke or anything?”

You rolled onto your side so that you could see him.

“Stop pretending to be dense. It’s been hard enough coming to terms with you not liking me like that.”

“No!” 

You blinked at him with a confused expression.

“Um, I… I do like you. Like that.”

“Remus… don’t tease me right now. You can’t stand to be alone with me for more than a minute.”

“Because I don’t trust myself to not kiss you.” He swallowed and allowed his eyes to flick down to your lips. “It’s easier to control myself when James, or anyone else, is around. But when it’s just you and me, and you say those sweet things… I just…”

“Those sweet things,” you repeated with quiet laughter. “You mean my flirting?”

“Yes. That.”

He stopped talking for a moment. He reached out to caress your face. 

“I just thought you could do better than me.” 

You scoffed at the idea that someone was able to be better than Remus.

“But seeing you with Aubrey, Lockhart, Bagman… Prewett…” Remus sighed. “It was hell.”

“So, what you’re saying is you’d like me to keep flirting with you and only you?” you asked softly before your teasing nature returned. “I don’t know about that, Moony. I might need something in return.” 

“Anything.”

“Ask me out?”

“I… I can do that.” He cleared his throat. “Would you do me the honor of going on a date with me? Hogsmeade, next weekend?”

“Of course, you idiot,” you said before placing a quick kiss on his lips.

“Oh, and one more thing.”

You hummed.

“Never flirt with Prewett again. It was nauseating.” 

You laughed. “Just kiss me until my brother comes back, Moony.”

[madthetruemad]

Hi hi! It’s your tenant living in your asks box again. I saw that your requests were open. Could I request a mafia boss!Jing yuan with a reader who his men kidnapped by mistake. Like they thought she was the daughter of some politician who wronged them so they kidnapped her by mistake. I imagine Jing yuan would go:

“you know too much, but I would hate to kill you…be my wife?”

I think mafia!Jing yuan would be a manipulative person so he would have his men try to intimidate reader so he could swoop in and save her, kinda like a good cop bad cop and he’s her knight in shining armor.

Song inspo: shameless by Camila cabello

As always, have a nice day <333 and it’s fine if you don’t fulfill the request immediately or you’re uncomfortable with writing this.

There's not a lot that makes me uncomfortable. In fact, there was one instance that made me drop my phone. It was when I was talking with someone on here (they were telling me about their oc and who they ship their oc with) and then they started talking about kinks all of the sudden and sent me collar and leash pictures without any warning whatsoever and even asked me to pick a color and style of collar and leash 😭

Point is, talking about kinks isn't what makes me uncomfortable, it's asking me to pick a color and style for the collar and leash while sending me pictures of said things

MOVING ON I'm cool with talking and writing about anything just don't send me pictures of ... stuff

For clarification, the pictures you send are fine cause they are like normal and cute, you know? And I genuinely like seeing the jy merch you collect and the jy pictures you send

Sorry for the rant... 😔

side note, I love that song! I listened to it yesterday!!!

Mafia Boss!Jing Yuan x Reader

cw; reader is referred to with she/her pronouns

“This isn’t her, you idiot!”

“H- huh? But- but- look at her hair! It’s the same color and style as the daughter’s!”

“Yeah, but daughter is fifteen years old! Does this look like a fifteen year old to you?!”

“No…”

“Right! You just kidnapped a college student! From a college campus! With her college book bag as she was leaving her college class going to the college bus where she will most likely go to her car with what she uses to go to what? College!”

The man who was yelling slapped his hands to his face in defeat, he didn’t know what he was going to do. If they let you then the cops will be on them and the boss already got them off the first time…

“Ok, so I messed up, what are we going to do now?”

The man looked to the one who messed up and then at the door to the room that you were being held in.

“We’ll just have to get rid of her. Hide her body some where and chalk it up to a college student dropping out and running away from her problems.”

“Will the news even believe that?”

“College students have done worse to get out of their studies.”

The man (we’ll call him Dave), grabbed his gun while the one who messed up (he’ll be nicknamed Charlie), followed after him.

“We’ll shoot her in the head to make it quick,” Dave said as Charlie nodded in confirmation.

Opening the door, however, they were greeted with a different sight.

You were already out of your restraints and laughing at some stupid joke, and their boss was sitting with you and smiling in such a way that was unknown to them.

“B- boss?!”

Dave was quick to holster his gun and hide it beneath his jacket.

Jing Yuan’s gaze shifted to the two men, his smile turning into one that was a bit more strained. Oh, they were in trouble.

“Boys, this lovely lady here was just telling me all that has happened to her in the past few hours, to ease her trouble mind I let her out of her restraints and even told her a few jokes to pass the time until you both came back in here.”

“Listen boss, we-,” but Charlie cut himself off with one sharp look from Jing Yuan. His words dying within his throat in milliseconds as he shrunk a little under Jing Yuan’s scrutinizing gaze.

“This mistake will not happen again,” Jing Yuan said as he stood up and held his hand out for you which you found yourself happily taking. Leaving this room with Jing Yuan definitely beat staying in it.

“Yes sir,” the two mumbled as you both passed them by.

“Thank you again, Mr-“

“There is no need for formalities,” he said as he led you up some stairs and away from the dark rooms that you were held in.

You nodded as you continued to hold his hand, “I- I know that you are probably not a good person in the eyes of the law and everything, but- but I promise not to say anything-“

He hushed you gently as he led you down another hall, this one a bit more brightly lit than the other one.

“I’m afraid that isn’t possible.”

“But why-“

He stopped then, making you stop with him as he turned to look down at you. His free hand came up to grab your chin and make you loop up at him. His thumb slowly moving to press against your lips as his eyes lingered there for a moment before flicking up to meet your eyes.

“Because I have many enemies, my dear, and the moment you’re seen leaving and it’s not in a body bag, then I’m afraid you’ll just become a target and hunted down by people who will torture you for information you do not have.”

What he was saying was scaring you, but what you didn’t know was that Jing Yuan was both resourceful and influential. If he wanted to, then he could make it seem like you were invisible as you left his headquarters, but he wouldn’t let you know that.

“So what- I’m supposed to stay here? What about my school? My friends and family?”

“Oh, I’m not saying that those things are being taken from you. In fact, you’re free to go back to your classes and visit friends and family anytime you want once we make sure it’s safe. However, with that in mind, you’ll also be affiliated with me.”

He stopped pressing his thumb to your lips and tugged your chin and you hand he was holding at the same time, forcing you two be even closer to him.

“Affiliated how?”

“News around the town is already saying how you’re my wife, and to better protect you, we might as well make those rumors a reality.”

“Your what?!”

[cornie-heesan]

Nobody Knows

Staring| Huang Renjun x fem!reader

Prompt| secret fwb —> lovers

Description| Renjun likes to stake his claim on the person whose bed he spends the most time in.

WARNINGS| fem!bodied reader, AFAB anatomy, secret fwb —> lovers, marking, possessive Renjun (yum), hair pulling, cursing (like a lot), unprotected sex (don’t, you’ll get pregnant and d*e), pwp, drunk friends making assumptions, a smidge of angst, makeup sex- in a car.

Word count| 3.2 k

A/N| life’s been life and I get all these ideas to start new works but I can’t quite follow through with them. I’ve been on a Renjun kick lately, he makes the serotonin in my brain work.

Without any fraction of a doubt, you belonged to Huang Renjun- even if not everyone knew that. Your skin is always littered with some type of possessive markings, hickies, bruises, and bite marks- when asked about it you would just shrug it off like nothing ever happened. 

You met Renjun during first-year biology along with Haechan and Jeno- all three of them had been pledges with the notorious NCT fraternity. Where in the time of that class you had learned far too much about their frat brother Mark’s sex scandal that happened with his girlfriend and some of the members. Although, it’s all taken with a grain of salt because this was coming from Haechan- a notorious gossip. 

Eventually, after enough group projects you found yourself becoming closer to Renjun- finding out that the “Pure Boy” was quite the flirt whenever his friends weren’t hogging your attention. It started with innocent touches- caressing your thigh with his fingertips as he drove a very drunk Jaemin, Haechan, and Jeno back to the house (he asked you to come as moral support), playing with your hair or hands during a particularly boring lecture.

You made no efforts to stop the man- simply just following suit- pressing your breast against his back whenever you gave him a back hug. Pressing your lips against his cheek after he’d worked tirelessly to tutor you in physics you managed to swing an A on the final. 

Sleepovers had become mandatory in your unspoken friendship- especially after you had moved into an apartment off campus. Renjun would often find himself over at your place with his face down in your lap watching listening some rerun of friends as your fingers caressed his hair- far too many drinks had been shared amongst the frat brothers, officially getting the newest pledges (and Renjun’s roommate drunk). 

However, your idle talk was interrupted once again by your noisy upstairs neighbor and his flavor of the week. Your fingers tightened around Renjun’s hair making him grunt- god how this entire situation played out differently in his head. If it were up to him there’d be no barriers between his mouth and the apex of your thighs. His hands move to grip your thighs to push himself up  looking into your eyes 

“Should we fuck louder than them to assert our dominance?” 

Your cheeks burned that pretty pink color that appears when he endlessly flirts with you- it makes him want to bite you, affectionately of course. Your rounded eyes blink back at him a few times while you nervously bite your lip. Reflexively Renjun’s thumb reaches up to pull your lip from between your teeth

“Come on pretty girl, what’s going on in that head of yours?” He hums lust-filled eyes dragging across your face, causing your thighs to clench. He clicks his tongue shaking his head, sitting up fully he skillfully pulls your legs to straddle his hips, “Junnie,” you mumble with a pout on your lips.

Before you could even think about it Renjun’s lips were hot and brushing against your own. Your fingers tugging against his locks with a bit more force than previously- instead of holding the back of your head Renjun’s hand rests directly under your jaw, fingers curling around your throat. A whine slips from your lips as you roll your hips against his making his fingers squeeze against you.

“I need you Jun” you gasp roughly grinding down on him to get some type of friction between your thighs “Please,” want burns through your body. Before you know it you’re dropped onto your bed as Renjun tears at your clothes to expose every inch of your body.

"God, the things I can't wait to do to you," he mumbles nipping the skin of your thighs "I've been on your mind Junnie?" you hum, fingers deftly pinching and playing with your nipples "Constantly" he murmured before diving into your pussy. You would've never guessed it from Renjun but dear god is this man a sloppy pussy eater.

A mixture of spit and slick coated the inside of your thighs a moan, slipping from your lips as Renjun buries two of his fingers deeply Into your cunt. A loud slap fills the room as the delayed sting of your thigh rolls through your body. A debauched moan ebbs from your throat as Jun digs his fingers into the meat of your thigh moaning against your glistening slit.

The familiar tingle in the pit of your belly surges through you as Renjun continues his brutal pace against your swollen clit. He pulls his mouth away eyes burning across your body as his fingers curl and drag against that spongy spot inside of you. His eyebrow quirks as a smirk slowly ebbs onto his lips, "You've got the messiest little cunt, don't you sweetheart?" you squirm under his dark eyes trying to pull away from his fingers.

He clicks his teeth at your attempt to get away wrapping a firm hand around your thigh and holding you down in place. His hand moves from your thigh and presses down on your belly making his movements quicker as he goes back to fingering your soaking pussy. His movements were precise, "I want you to get messy, pretty girl" he hums adding his thumb into the mix, increasing the pressure on your poor clit.

Before you could even process what he said, an unfamiliar heat ripped through your core, and your ears were met with an unfamiliar moan leaving your throat. His fingers continue to bully against that spot inside of you, muscles spasming with each movement.

"That's it," He drags out with a smirk "Good fucking girl." you feel the wetness of your orgasm pooling against your skin and see it glistening against Renjun's forearm, but he doesn't seem to mind- at least until you're sobbing at the overstimulation.

"Fuck, Renjun!" you moan trying to close your thighs but he's already faced his body between them, meeting your lips with a sloppy kiss. It's rough and rushed as he tries to kick his pants down his legs- to release his cock from the god-forsaken confines of his boxers. There's no preamble, just the pressure of the mushroomed head of his cock pressing into your overstimulated cunt.

"Fuck, perfect fucking pussy," He moans pressing wonton kisses against your chest as he tries to draw his cock out of you "Just for me though, right?" He questions snapping his hips against the backs of your thighs "Yes! Just for you Jun!" you moan clawing at his back.

His movements slow before he has you flipped over to your stomach. One hand holding your hips steady the other. wrapping in your messy hair to arch your back to meet your mouth with sloppy kisses. His movements are relentless, heavy balls slapping against your clit- teeth digging into the skin of your shoulder.

If the two of you weren't so wrapped up in the feeling of each other you may have noticed that the sounds from upstairs had stopped. Your neighbors, for once in the time you've been living in this apartment stopped having loud sex. The 'dominance' aspect of having loud sex to go against your neighbors was something you wouldn't have realized beforehand.

"Jesus Christ, what a good fucking girl!" Renjun's hand reaches down to toy with your clit. Your breath hitches as your core tightens around Renjun's cock as his hand tightens around your neck. He's all but growling into your ear as he ruts against your ass, reaching for his high.

"Jun!" You cry clawing for his arms "Come inside, please!" you're babbling dumbly about how good his cock feels inside of you. His tip is dragging deliciously against the sensitive parts inside of you- tears running down your cheeks. Renjun lets out a deep moan as he settles deeply against your hips- releasing everything he could give you deep inside of you.

Heavy pants are leaving both of you- your head dropped against the bed and Renjun's head is against your shoulder leaving gentle kisses against your skin. You whimper as his cock drags from your abused pussy. You feel the bed shift from the loss of his weight, but you don't question it once you hear the sink tap turn on. He returns with a warm cloth to wipe your thighs clean.

"We're doing this on the regular"

"Obviously"

Now, that the new academic year has rolled around, still the two of you called on one another any time release was needed. It’s not like you were sneaking around behind your friends’ backs, they just assumed the most innocent of things from the “Pure Boy” - although you would argue he was far from that. Your meetups ranged from long nights in your apartment- to quickies in the library’s bathroom - though nobody would surpass Mark Lee live-streaming his girlfriend to his frat brothers.

Speaking of the Canadian he was currently clung to Renjun at a party being held in a frat house “Renjun, dude - you need to get laid. You’re so tense” he giggles eying the Chinese man up and down. You snort from the nearby bathroom while you hold Mark’s girlfriend’s hair out of the way as she empties her guts into the toilet. 

“Don’t need help, thanks though buddy” Renjun huffed trying to lead his frat brother to the couch to at least sit down and try to sober up some. Haechan’s curiosity was peaked when Mark mentioned someone needing to get laid so he dragged Jaemin over towards the couch with him. Something about how the house is having a dry spell, making Mark laugh “Just the 00’s line man, I’m getting pussy on the daily”

“BABE!” His girlfriend cries hugging the toilet tighter as you gently pat her back as another violent retch leaves her body. You glance over your shoulder and lock eyes with Jun’s, annoyance lacing his pretty features because the two of you were on your way out to your place so he could fuck hangout with you- just his luck to be stopped by a drunk Mark and his worse off girlfriend. 

Mark may be the oldest of the younger frat brothers but Renjun's soul begs to differ- as if he's aged 75 years since meeting them all. Mark's girlfriend finally started to get a hold of herself as you helped her stumble over to the sink to rinse her mouth out with some strategically hidden mouthwash.

"Girl, you need to get laid too. All you do is study with Renjunnie." She snorts stumbling over to the couch to flop down next to Mark "Why are Jun and I the only ones getting lectured about getting laid? If I remember correctly you guys haven't been hooking up either," You state glaring at the small group of friends.

Jeno mindlessly picks at his nails as Jaemin and Haechan shove each other with their elbows. Renjun shoots you a look, telling you to drop it. You know you should because these nosy fuckers are going to dig around in your business. 

"Honestly," Haechan sighs dramatically "I'd fuck Y/N if she'd let me." He grins at you, but completely misses the shift in Renjun's body language "Haechan," the Chinese man grumbles "What?" Haechan exclaims "I want to be the lucky bastard who gets to see the freak in the sheets!" at his own words he giggles like a madman "Well that's too fucking bad Donghyuck." Renjun snaps

"Damn Renjunnie, you sound soooooooo jealous." Haechan snorts "Like damn, but also, I want to be the guy marking her up." Your cheeks burn at his drunken confession "Haechan!" You shriek before you can comprehend that Renjun has the curly-headed goof pinned to the floor by his collar.

"If I hear one more word out of your fucking mouth about Y/N, Haechan I swear to god I will bust your teeth in,"

Haechan's eyes widen in shock, honestly, the entire room grows quiet at the change in the normally calm frat brother. They've never seen this kind of reaction to anything out of him- he's usually the level-headed one of the bunch at any given moment. So what's his deal with Haechan now? The one notoriously flirting with girls at any given chance.

"I'm the only lucky bastard that gets to see a goddamn thing."

After the incident at the frat party, you couldn't find it in yourself to address what had happened with Renjun. It had been at least three days since you last left your apartment. Your phone sat ignored on your nightstand as it endlessly dinged with each text, Snapchat, hell, Haechan had even sent you emails.

You were, however, desperate enough to hear Renjun's voice to the point that you were listening to a voicemail that he'd left like it was 1994 again.

'Sweetheart, I really am sorry about what happened at the party,' he sighs into the phone 'God, I can't believe I am saying this but what Haechan was saying made me jealous. I'm not ashamed of that.' He states you can hear the rustle of the phone against his shoulder 'I want nothing more than to show everyone that you're mine just as much as I am yours. You're more than just someone I hook up with, sweets. Fuck' he groans sighing again 'I didn't want to tell you like this Y/N, but I love you. So fucking much, more than a classmate, more than a friend. I love you, and I hope I didn't make some mistake. Just, take care of yourself, okay? I love you.'

Tears burn the backs of your eyes as you listen to his message at least, twenty more times. If you were being honest with yourself, nothing that happened at the party was a catastrophe- not crazy like live-streaming sex with your girlfriend or hooking up with an only fans creator out in public. All Renjun did was stand up and protect your dignity- at least better than you could do yourself.

You're quick to grab your keys before running down the stairs of your apartment building. When you reached the sidewalk it was pouring rain- how cliche of nature. Your legs carry you towards campus, in the direction of that oh-so-familiar frat house before a car horn stops you in your tracks.

"What the fuck are you doing in the rain!?" Renjun's voice drags your attention to the driver's side of the car "I had to come to talk to you!" he shakes his head in disbelief "It's pouring out! Why didn't you just call me?!" He chastises "That's not as romantic Junnie," You pout crossing your arms over your chest "I don't give a damn about romantic. You're going to get sick. Get your ass in the car!" He all but demands dragging you to his car.

The car is warm but quiet as Renjun maneuvers his car through the storm and safely into a staff parking lot close to the NCT house. "Junnie, we could've gone to the frat house." You chuckle "You wanted to talk, so this is where we're going to do it. You know everyone at that house is a nosy fucker." He grumbles sliding his seat back so he can turn to look at you.

"I'm sorry, that I overreacted. I'm sorry that I ditched the party and ignored you over the past couple of days. I was being a little bitch, Jun. That wasn't fair to you." You can't hold back the fountain of words that leave your lips "I'm sorry if I worried you. I guess I'm just over-sensitive to anything that has to do with my dignity."

You sigh fiddling with your fingers "Thank you, for standing up for me. Thank you for always being my rock. Thank you for being you, Junnie." You glance up at him taking in his soft expression before moving across the center console.

"I love you, Huang Renjun" Your lips are chilly as you meet his but, you don't care. Subconsciously you've always known that Renjun was more than a hookup- you cared deeply for him. His hands settle on your hips, "You, Huang Renjun are by far the most important person in my life. For that, I will always be grateful." he grins against your lips squeezing your body closer to him.

In your rush to leave your apartment you had thankfully forgotten to put on panties- leaving you bare beneath the loose running shorts covering your hips. Renjun moans burying two long fingers within the depths of your dripping heat. Your jaw goes slack as your nails dig into his shoulders, trying to ground yourself in the stretch as he works your core open.

"Fuck, I love you pretty girl" he grins nibbling at the skin between your neck and shoulder. Your hips roll as you try and get the delicious feeling of his bulge on your clit. You whine at the loss of his fingers in your core- clenching around nothing as he pulls his cock free from the confiines of his sweats.

"I want your pretty little cunt clenching around my cock until the both of us forget our own names."

He slides in without any argument from my cunt- slick allowing him to easily rut upwards against your cervix. The angle allowing him to hit deeper than any time before during any of your 'hangouts'. Renjun's hands grip your hips tightly dragging your clit against the neatly trimmed hair of his pubic bone.

Subconceously, your core clenches tightly- you can't form any sort of words babbling nonsense. You're trying to reach a peak that only Renjun has ever been able to give you. He tuts slowing you to a halt making a sharp whine leave your lips.

"You're a needy girl, Y/N" he grins tucking loose hair behind your ear "Junnie, need to cum on your cock!" the lust scrambling your senses completely obliterating your filter. He chuckles before lifting you off of his cock before slamming you down against him once more- jesus christ sex has never been so intense.

Renjun doesn't give you a chance to collect yourself before continuing his intense movements- certainly bruising your cervix with the head of his cock. The sound of sticky skin slapping together and heavy breathing between the two of you- no words are shared. Renjun's thumb circles your clit harshly,

The familiar tingle at the base of your spine makes you gasp- "Junnie!" you whine before the familiar break of the internal dam finally snaps within you. You squirt- clenching and unclenching around Renjun's cock as his release fills your core.

Through heavy breaths, you both finally heard the knocking on the car's window. Your body tensed causing Renjun to moan- he tucks your head down before cracking the window open.

"Yes sir?" He says casually to the campus police officer standing outside the car. The officer looks no older than the two of you- cheeks flushed because there's no way he couldn't tell what was happening behind the fogged windows of the parked sedan.

"I-" he stumbled over his words before clearing his throat "Is everything alright?" the officer tried his damndest to sound professional but he fails miserably.

"Right, yes officer everything is okay. I had an argument with the girlfriend." Renjun chuckles "You know how women get. They always need a little reminder."

[queerfandomtrifecta]

I’m convinced we haven’t seen Helly R since season one.

I have another short post about a little part of this but just gonna combine it all into one here, but I do NOT trust s2 Helly R yet. There’s a lot of reasons and I’m currently rewatching for mannerism differences between Helly v Helena, but Helly R in s2 has felt very stiff and off in a few places (when she asked Mark if he was okay in the breakroom, telling Irving “we’ve got you”) which felt SO uncomfortable compared to s1 Helly R to me. That bothers me almost more than her lying about what she saw when they did the OTC thing and withholding the knowledge that her outie is an Eagan. Also, it’s Helly who very very quickly (and conveniently) notices the cameras are missing and says “wait, what happened to the security camera?” when it’s suggested Milchick was probably listening.

I think it’s totally plausible that if they can wake the innies up on the outside they can let the outies into the severed floor. I think Helly R saw too much and we’ve seen Helena Eagan pretending to be Helly the entire time.

I fully believe that they’re telling the truth when they say there are no cameras or mics on the severed floor anymore. Why would they need them with Helena Eagan herself there listening to everything?

Also, Mark is trying to find Ms. Casey/Gemma with “Helly” helping him. Helena Eagan and Lumon clearly don’t want that to happen, so with Helena in there acting as Helly R, she could point Mark in every direction but the right one and seem like it’s all genuinely an attempt to help. If it ever didn’t and Mark called her out on it, the fact that Helly had feelings for Mark at the end of s1 and was having a hard time helping him find his wife because of that is a good enough excuse to not blow Helena Eagan’s cover.

I’m rewatching to compare the two characters and see if there’s anything uniquely Helena that’s coming across in s2 Helly R or anything that would definitively rule this out as an option, but right now I don’t think we’ve seen Helly R yet this season.

Bonus theory/analysis that I cannot articulate well yet but am including anyway for some reason: s2 Helly is in solid blue every time weve seen her so far. Blue top, blue skirt. Every episode of s2 so far. She started in that in s1e1 and moved away from it, but that’s not happening here yet. Wish I could wrap up my train of thought here in a way that is coherent and concise, but TL;DR, blue (and green) is a Lumon color throughout, especially when severed characters are involved. (Petey reintegrated then died wearing that red and blue striped robe, the blue and red beta fish in the divided tank in Mark’s house, Gemma’s red and green candle Cobel takes from Mark’s basement, etc etc) I’m working on a longer piece of meta about color symbolism in Severance as I rewatch but yeah for now, im just not trusting the head to toe blue every single day for s2 Helly R.

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 805: Sohoku's morale

Pag 1

1: The banking angle is like this

2: It's like putting the weight on the very edge of the round part of the tire

3: Keep braking at a minimum

4: Right before the curve, switch one gear lower while braking

7: While taking the curve without decelerating as much as possible...

Pag 2

1: push as hard as you can when moving up!!

Pag 3

1: Shorten it....!!

2: The eight minutes distance...!!

To a four minutes distance!!

3: I can go further!!

4: Let's go!!

With everyone's strength!!

5: Woah, is that the selected team!? They passed me

Six people... no, it's seven people!?

Kyofushi joined them at the very back!!

6: Until the “lead” ahead of us....!!

Pag 4

1: The cyclists are here, there's the pack!

Do your best!

They're so colorful!

So fast!

These is the Inter High's.....

Pag 5

1: lead!!

Pag 6

2: Amazing!

They're so fast..!

They caused the wind!

Fighting!

Gooo!

Pag 7

1: The ones in the lead pulling the pack is....

2: the local from Kyushu, Fukuoka Josei!!

Kumadai is there too!!

4: So your best....!!

They looked here and smiled at us

Take the finish line ahead!!

Mokkosu!!

Pag 8

2: The finish line, huh!!

3: Yeah!!

4: The race is already turning to its final stage

5: Also this is the assembly stage now

A small climb... or after that? When Hakogaku will raise their pace and slip through the locals who are now pulling...

(Fukuoka do your best!

Kumamotoo!

They looked this way and smiled!)

Pag 9

1: the real battle for the finish line will start!!

2: It's gonna be a fight we absolutely cannot step back from!!

3: Step back? Not even a millimeter!!

4: You'll be pulling until then

Danchiku!! Kaburagi!! Team SS duo!!

Yessir!!

Yeah!!

5: I'll pull, horuaa....

6: But

7: Will Onoda-san be alright? He's exhausted for all the work he did on the mountain

Uh!! Danchiku is so considerate!! Also,this is a problem!!

Pag 10

1: Aaalright, me too

That's right!! Onoda-san

2: is basically at death's door!!

This guy...

The way he said it...

3: So-sorry... yeah...

I'm.... alright... I rested while on the long downhill earlier

4: What, are you really okay?

Oi, Issa, you're being too direct!

5: By the way, uhm.... we were in a rush when I joined you again... so I couldn't say it

7: I couldn't.... say it properly...

Pag 11

1: I'm sorry....

I lost....

4: He lost!?

We saw it on the sign board!!

5: Even though it was just around 20cm... even though I pedaled with my strength...

6: I didn't take... the mountain prize

Even though... everyone

7: sent me off

Pag 12

1: What are you talking about!! Onoda

What are you apologizing for!! Onoda-kun!!

Pag 13

1: Ima.... izumi-kun...

3: Naruko-kun....

5: I'll buy you some juice later

Ju-juice?

Kakaka!! That's not a big deal!!

Ah, but...

We

6: were fully happy that we got to send you off, Onoda-kun

Pag 14

1: You could run with Manami with all your strength, and that's good enough

3: Well, when you came back to the team all worn out and we saw the distance on the sign board, I knew that it had come true!!

5: You were even annoyed by Doubashi-san!

Ah, so that was for the mountain prize, I see

6: It raised the team's morale

That's enough

Pag 15

1: Teeh...!!

2: Yeah

Right now, the thing that will raise the morale more than anything

3: it's probably them

5: You're right, now there's

6: the water station

Pag 16

2: Onoda-san is in a pinch!!

Onoda-san is in a pinch!!

He's feeling weak, teh!!

3: I have to do something, teh..!!

Kinaka-kuuun!!

4: Onoda-san's ina pinch, teh!!

Give me all your food supplements and bottles, teh!!

Pag 17

1: Rokudaiii!!

Huh!?

So many!?

Why so much stuff!!

2: I thought you would say that, so I got ready, Rokudaii!!

Pag 18

3: I'll leave the senpai to you, Rokudai!!

4: Goooo!! Rokudaiii!!

What... that's an absurd way of delivering it

So much, on!!

What's with this guys... he delivered such a huge weight of supplies in one go!!

Pag 19

1: Ou- teh!!

2: They're perfectly in sync

Amazing

3: ….. Toji-san

4: This year's finish line...

Yeah, it's further away after the mountain stage than it usually is

From here on, after a few hills it goes on with an up-and-down

Pag 20

1: Then they'll enter a long downhill of around 5km

2: After the coastal national away they'll turn right

3: and they'll enter the town where the first day's finish line is

Pag 21

2: There are probably 10km left...

3: and after that

4: the race for the finish line will start

Pag 22

1: And those who are most likely to win will move!!

There's still more

Th-thank you

That must be heavy

6: There are 12km left until the finish line

[madmeks]

Her Space Marine: Part 1

Pairings: Titus x Mira

Author's note: 18+ Inspired by this ask requesting some jealous Titus. For backstory, Zev (the Mordian officer from Fantasy: Part 2 and Fantasy: Coda) was on the same troopship as Mira when it was lost in the warp storm. His regiment was folded into the same army group as hers when they emerged after the events of Space Marine 2.

Warnings: Sexual content. Unprotected sex. Mention of past partners.

Description: Seeing Mira and Zev share a moment together after a battle, Titus gets a little possessive.

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If you're interested in reading any of my earlier fics, check out my pinned post.

With a final rattling cough, the Chimera’s engine gave a last groan of overheated pistons and died. Mira gripped the sides of the cupola as the treads lost traction and the tank slowly slid back down the sandy hill before catching up on a boulder. Cursing, she called to her command squad crouched in the rear compartment.

“Everyone out! We’re on foot from here!”

Reaching above her, she threw open the turret hatch and clambered onto the top of the Chimera. Around the crippled vehicle troopers streamed up the hill. There were Cadians, Mordians, even two or three scattered Attilan Rough Riders weaving through the ranks on their mounts. All were headed to the heavy troop carriers waiting on the raised ferrocrete field that topped the hill. Above her, the night sky was lit with tracer fire from Hydra flak tanks firing on the move. Whenever the autocannons flashed, the retreating troops could see Imperial Thunderbolts dueling with Ork Fighta-Bommas, desperately trying to keep a flight path open for the last transports off Daedalus V.

The Imperium forces had been engaged with Votann miners who’d come to strip the world for resources for the past four months, and had been near victory when the first ork roks had entered the system. That had been three weeks ago. The greenskins had fallen upon Squat miner and Imperial trooper alike, pushing both forces into retreat off world.

Mira gathered her command squad and abandoned the Chimera, joining the ranks of Guardsmen trudging uphill. Just as they crested the top, she saw Major Sarkaana striding toward her, a Commissar at her side.

“Lieutenant! We need your troopers to form up here and dig in,” Sarkaana shouted over the din of the autocannons and the troop lander engines firing up. “General Montelion of the Mordian Iron Guard and his life company are still inbound. Orders from the Lord Marshall are that we stall the ork advance to give the General time to make it to the landers.”

Mira turned to look over the expanse of scrubland beyond the landing field. In the far distance, she could just make out the lights of ork vehicles as they advanced inexorably toward the last humans on the planet.

“Ma’am, my company is exhausted,” Mira said, turning back to the Major. “We’ve spent the last three days on a forced march to make it here in time.”

“Your company are soldiers and they will do as the God-Emperor wills,” growled the Commissar at Sarkaana’s side. Letting out a resigned breath, Mira saluted and turned back to form up her troopers.

***

“WAAAGH!!!”

The ork battle cry echoed through the hastily dug trench Mira’s company crouched in as the greenskin jumped over the lip and brought a buzzing orkish chainsword down on the Commissar’s head. The whirring blades split the man’s peaked hat and the skull beneath before Mira and Corporal Antioch’s combined lasfire brought the xenos down.

Cursing, Mira turned back to the line, raising her laspistol and firing down the hill at the orks clambering to get at the Crassus Assault Transport in Mordian colors that was lumbering its way up toward the landing field and the last troop carrier that remained waiting for them.

Out of the ork ranks, a missile corkscrewed crazily over the heads of the Cadians, flying straight into the open hatch of the landing craft. There was a moment of silence as the flare from the missile disappeared down the gullet of the massive ship, then a series of muffled explosions sounded. Suddenly, bits of the lander were flying everywhere as the reactor detonated.

The Cadians stared in disbelief for a moment at the destruction of their only escape offworld, until Sarkaana shouted ‘For the Emperor!’ Taking up the cry, the Cadians charged down the hill toward the embattled Crassus Transport, determined to take as many of the orks with them as they could.

Just before they met the ork line, the front rank of greenskins disappeared in a blossom of fire. Looking up, Mira saw a Thunderhawk in the blue livery of the Ultramarines hovering above them. Standing in the open ramp, armored and helmeted, was Titus with his squad. The space marines mowed down the second rank of orks in a hail of bolter fire, then leapt down to land amidst the Cadians as the Thunderhawk spun and headed for the landing pad.

Titus landed beside Mira with a ground-shaking thud. She smiled up at him as he inclined his helmed head toward her.

“Nice of you to drop in, Ultramarine.”

“You thought the Sons of Guilliman would pass up the chance to tear apart a few more of these greenskins, Lieutenant?” Even through the distortion of his vox grill, Mira could hear the amusement in his voice.

They were interrupted by the rear hatch of the Crassus thumping into the ground. Mordians filed out of the transport, lasguns leveled at the second wave of orks. They added their volley fire the the Cadians and Ultramarines, then all began a fighting withdrawal toward the waiting Thunderhawk. The space marines ushered the surviving troopers aboard and the gunship roared away from the surface.

Packed in among the Cadian and Mordian troopers in a hold designed to fit far fewer, Mira let out a weary sigh. She took her vox headset off, then let out a yelp as hands grabbed her and spun her around.

“Mira!”

She blinked, staring into a familiar face.

“Zev!”

Impulsively, Mira wrapped her arms around him. He surprised her by leaning in and capturing her lips with his own. Laughing, he pulled back, but kept her in the friendly embrace.

“We owe you, Mira! Your troops kept the way open for us. I doubt we’d have even made it to the base of the hill without you holding the line.”

Mira listened as Zev went on, recounting the tale of his company’s flight from the orks. It turned out old General Montelion had died of heart failure en route to the landing field. As Zev continued, Mira looked over his shoulder and noticed Titus standing near the front hatch of the Thunderhawk, unmoving. The eye lenses of his helmet were fixed solidly on the Mordian officer’s back, even as the gunship jostled its way free of Daedalus V’s atmosphere.

***

Aboard the orbiting Ultramarine strike cruiser, the surviving Cadians and Mordians rested as the ship followed the Imperial fleet out of the system.

After reporting to Major Sarkaana that her troopers were settled in an unused cargo bay, and promising Zev they’d catch up more later, Mira set out to look for Titus.

Despite being the liaison officer between the Cadian 8th and the Ultramarine forces accompanying the Astra Militarum troops, Mira had never actually been aboard their strike cruiser. Eventually, with the help of a servo skull and the muttered directions from a few chapter serfs, she finally found her way to Titus’ quarters.

Slipping inside and keying the door closed, she found kneeling before a small altar covered in purity seals. He was out of his armor, wearing a loose robe.

“Will you allow me to demonstrate my...appreciation...for the timely reinforcements, my lord?” she asked him, playfully drawing out the title.

Titus rose to his feet and turned to Mira, towering over her in the small room.

“Who was that man? The Mordian officer in the gunship?”

Mira blinked. “Zev? He’s an old friend. His regiment was on the toopship with mine when were lost in the warp storm.”

“He kissed you.”

“Ah, yes...well,” Mira glanced away for a moment. “He and I...well, as I’ve told you before, life in the Guard can be lonely. Sometimes you find...companions.”

“You’ve had sex with him,” Titus said.

Mira blushed. “Ahem...yes. A few times, years ago now. We’ve stayed friends, but we...oh!”

Mira yelped as Titus surged forward, his strong hands grasping under her ass and pulling her off the floor against his chest. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his hips as he moved with her, pressing her against the wall of the room. He tilted his head down to kiss her hungrily, his tongue probing between her lips as his hands squeezed and caressed her ass. Finally, he broke the kiss and stared into her eyes.

“I need you,” he growled. Through his robes, she felt his erection pressing under the curve of her ass.

Catching her breath, she grasped his face in her hands, leaning in to offer another kiss.

“Take me.”

Titus’s captured her lips passionately with his own, moaning almost desperately into her mouth. Between them he was working at the closure of her tunic, his large hands fumbling with the small fasteners. Frustrated, he curled his fingers into the material and pulled almost effortlessly, tearing it open.

Mira moaned against his mouth, her tongue sliding around his. She ground down against his cock poking against her ass, legs locked around him as she shrugged out of her tunic. Titus grabbed the straps of her tank top and bra, yanking both down her arms to bare her breasts.

“Need you,” he said again, now grinding his hips against her. He bent to circle his tongue around her nipple, licking and sucking. She threw her head back against the wall, running her fingers through her hair as she panted under his attention.

Grabbing her thighs, Titus turned and carried her to the opposite wall of the room, setting her on a small desk mounted to the wall. It was little more than night stand, but it was built for an Astartes, and carried her wait easily. Mira watched as he took a half step back and pulled his robe off. She stared hungrily at his massive form, eyes falling to his erection as it waved in front of him.

Titus knelt to pull off her boots, and Mira raised her ass for him so he could slide her pants and panties off in one smooth motion. She slipped her arms free of her tank top and bra, leaving them bunched around her waist as he stepped in again to kiss her. Yanking her to the edge of the desk, he slid a hand between her legs and ran a finger along her pussy, finding her already soaked. Moaning he reached down to grab his cock, fitting it against her and rubbing the head over back and forth over her clit.

“Need...you,” he choked out as he slid inside her. Mira’s let out a gasp as she felt him stretching her. Throwing her hands around his neck, she thrust her hips forward to meet him as he speared into her, trying to push him deeper.

Growling, he cupped her ass again, lifting her fully off the desk. He let her sink fully onto his shaft and stood in the center of the room. She moaned as she locked her legs around his hips, clinging to his neck, pussy tight around him as held her impaled on his cock.

“Mine,” he rumbled.

Mira met his gaze, seeing an intense desire burning behind his eyes. He stared back at her, leaning forward to capture her mouth in a kiss.

He began to fuck her then, hands moving to her waist and sliding her up and down against his thrusting hips. She closed her eyes as he bent to nip and bite at the tender flesh of her neck. One of his hands under her ass easily kept her supported as the other reached up to cradle the back of her neck. Her breasts flattened against his massive broad chest as he clutched her to him.

“Yes…” she moaned. She leaned back, hanging off his neck as he bucked against her. She rocked her hips over him, slamming down again and again. “You’re going to make me come, Titus.”

“Yes!” he gasped, fucking into her even faster. Mira gasped in pleasure as she bounced up and down on his shaft, her breasts bouncing on her chest as he drove her closer and closer to the edge.

“...Oh yes...Throne, Titus!...I’m coming!”

Her body went stiff, eyes closing as her pussy contracted and pulsed around him. As she came down from her orgasm, she opened her eyes to see him staring intently at her.

“You’re mine,” he growled. His thrusting began to pick up speed again. “Mine.”

Dazed with pleasure, she pulled herself against him again and kissed him. She squeezed with her legs, pressing her entire front to his as tightly she could, delighting in the feeling of his abs moving against her stomach. The feeling of her nipples dragging against his chest as her bounced her up and down on him. Breaking the kiss, she brought one hand to cradle his face.

“Yours,” she agreed.

“Yes! Fuck!” Titus grunted as his rhythm stuttered. He managed one more hard thrust and then began spurting thick ropes of cum into her. Feeling his cock pulsing inside her, Mira shuddered again as another orgasm overtook her.

Breathing hard, Titus stepped to his bed and sat down, keeping Mira in his lap. He drew her in for one long passionate kiss before he lay down on his back, drawing her down with him.

Continued in Part 2.

Thanks so much for reading! If you enjoyed this, please leave a comment or reblog. I'm new to writing fics, and love to see readers' reactions. :)

[secretlittlerandezvous]

Shattered Vows - Philipp Kurashev

Summary: After proposing, Y/n’s world shatters when she discovers that Philipp cheated on her. Confronted with undeniable proof, she’s forced to question everything. Philipp is desperate to fix what he’s broken, pleading for another chance

Words: 905

Warning: Some swear words. Pure angst.

Y/n had imagined this differently.

She always pictured herself glowing with happiness, crying happy tears, staring down at the ring on her finger with nothing but love in her heart. Instead, she sat frozen on the edge of the bed, staring at her phone, the weight of the engagement ring burning against her skin.

The words on the screen blurred together, but no matter how many times she blinked, they didn’t change.

Hey girly, you should know the truth before you marry him.

Then the pictures. The texts. The timestamps.

Philipp with another woman. The way he held her, his lips brushing against her skin. Messages confirming the worst.

The man who had just asked her to marry him. Cheated.

She didn’t remember getting up. Didn’t remember taking the ring off her finger or how her breathing had turned into gasps, her chest caving in under the weight of betrayal.

She had trusted him. Completely.

And he had shattered her. Completely.

She barely registered the sound of the apartment door unlocking, her ears only catching his voice as he walked in, his voice was still full of happiness from last night.

“Babe?” His tone was relaxed, like everything was normal. Like he hadn’t just ripped her heart out of her chest. “I was thinking we could go somewhere nice tonight. Celebrate a little more. What do you say?”

Y/n couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak.

She felt him before she saw him. Then his hand was on her shoulder, his touch burning against her skin. “Y/n?”

She flinched away.

His brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

She turned then, lifting the phone slowly with a shaking hand. She didn’t say a word, didn’t have to.

Philipp’s eyes dropped to the screen. And in that instant - when color entirely drained from his face drained, when his breaths stopped - she knew.

She knew this wasn’t some misunderstanding.

It was real. It happened.

“Fuck.” The word barely left his lips.

“How long?” Her voice didn’t sound like hers. It was hollow. Dead and cold.

Philipp swallowed, dragging a hand over his face. “Y/n, please—”

“How. Long.”

He stayed silent.

Her chest tightened. “You proposed to me,” she choked out. “You got down on one knee, looked me in the eye, and told me I was the love of your life. After this.” She said as she showed him the screen again.

He took a step toward her, panic flashing in his eyes. “It was a mistake.”

Y/n laughed, but there was no humor in it. It was a sound ripped from somewhere deep inside her, sharp and broken. “A mistake?”The anger in her chest burned hotter. “A mistake is forgetting our anniversary. A mistake is missing a dinner reservation. Fucking someone else is not a mistake, Philipp.”

His entire body flinched. “I swear to God, it didn’t mean anything-”

“Stop saying that! Don’t say that to me!” She snapped. “Do you think that makes it better? That it meant nothing? It still happened!”

His hands clenched into fists at his sides like he wanted to grab her, to hold her together as she fell apart in front of his eyes. “I love you,” he said, voice full of desperation. “That never changed.”

Y/n’s vision blurred with tears. “Then why?” She cried out.

Philipp’s mouth opened, then closed. He had no answer. No excuse.

There wasn’t one.

“I was going to marry you.”

His expression shattered, and he took another step closer, his voice breaking. “You still can. We can get through this. I’ll do anything, I promise. Just don’t leave me.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the image of him with someone else. But it was burned into her brain.

She had spent years loving this man, believing he was the one. That this was her forever.

Her fingers trembled as she slipped the ring off completely, the absence of it making her heart ache. She reached for his hand, the same hand that placed the ring on her finger just hours ago and pressed it into his palm.

Philipp inhaled sharply, like she had just stabbed him. His fingers curled around the ring, his knuckles white. “Y/n-”

“I need time,” she whispered.

Panic spread all over him. “I don’t want time. I want you.”

A tear slipped down her cheek. “Then you shouldn’t have broken me.”

His entire body tensed. More than anything, he wanted to pull her into his arms but he knew he no longer had the right.

She turned before she could collapse entirely, grabbing her coat with shaking hands.

Philipp moved then, his fingers wrapping around her wrist, not forceful, just pleading. “Please,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “Don’t leave.”

She could hear how scared he was. He was realizing how much he was already losing her.

She turned back to him, taking in the desperation in his expression, the raw pain in his eyes. It hurt.

But it wasn’t enough.

Y/n gently pulled her wrist free, her heart breaking into million tiny pieces at the way his grip lingered before falling away.

And then she walked out, the door clicking shut behind her.

She made it halfway down the hallway before her knees betrayed her and she fell down. Breaking down in tears uncontrollably.

Philipp sank onto the bed, staring at the engagement ring in his shaking hand, knowing he had just lost the best thing that ever happened to him.

[septfair]

[#18A SUGARCLOUD TRANSITION] (In this transition OCEAN holds the hand of CONSTANCE, as if seeing her friend for the first time. She whispers to her wordlessly “I’m sorry”.)

[tsubasaclones]

She's DONE!!! Sorry random obscure 90s vn girl whose garage kit I repurposed.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

getting gnc with it out & about at math meetup (or wherever)

[foldingfittedsheets]

There was this park near where I grew up. I remember we’d just moved to the area so I was around six and we drove past and saw this waterfront area. My parents decided to check it out so we went for a walk. It was a lovely park, there’s a lazy slough, lots of trees, extremely picturesque. My parents ambled along the trail enjoying the nature while my siblings and I ranged around in their orbit like excitable moons.

Then I saw something odd. Something vibrantly alive down by the water that was entirely the wrong color. I called back my vital scouting info and my family gathered around me. We looked down the steep verge toward the slough, screened by underbrush. We couldn’t quite make out what it was. The only thing we could agree was that it certainly wasn’t a duck. However it was about duck sized and roughly duck shaped. It just wasn’t a duck.

This led to some heated debate amongst my siblings and I but we were forbidden to scramble down the muddy hill to harass the mystery animal. Reluctantly we continued down the trail, speculating wildly when a chicken popped out of a bush in front of us with a train of several chicks.

We froze. The chicken did not. She placidly herded her little puffs across the trail, pecking happily for seeds, unbothered by our proximity. My family had not yet delved into farming and this was the first time any of us kids had seen a chicken up close. It was like a fairytale thing, a creature we had seen over and over in books was suddenly here in the wilderness of the park. We all realized the mystery creature had likewise been a chicken.

Another couple came up the trail and saw us staring.

“Is this your first time at the park?” They asked?

We nodded.

They informed us that this park had become a dumping ground for unwanted chickens. Once the chickens were dumped they were park property and the locals didn’t mind the eccentric additions at all. No one looked after the chickens, but they got on surprisingly well.

As the years went by we visited the park regularly. Signs were added to warn people not to dump off chickens or they’d be fined. They were also excluded from snatching the existing chickens. The hope was that the chickens would eventually run their course and the park would go back to normal.

It did not.

Instead the menagerie grew. Peacocks cropped up occasionally, turkeys; and one visit we saw guinea fowl. But there were always chickens. Eventually feed dispenser were installed so park goers could pay a quarter to enjoy the motley flocks.

Because we’d moved into a house with land my mom started up a chicken coop and we got our very own chickens at the feed store like proper folks. The first rooster we had was a gentleman, politely clucking at us when came into the coop, but the second proved troublesome a year later. He either adored or hated me. Every time I entered the coop he’d dance and flounce and brandish his spurs.

My mom didn’t want to off him frankly she didn’t know how at that point but his fascination ended with him flying at me and the rooster was sentenced to banishment.

We drove to the park.

We saw him there for years afterward, clucking dutifully around a small flock of hens. He did pretty well in exile.

Anyone who’s kept chickens knows that eventually there’s always a tragedy. Ours happened when a neighbors dog broke into our coop and slaughtered the flock. I was absolutely distraught, my lovingly hand reared chicks all decimated in a flurry of senseless bloodlust. I have not loved a chicken since. They are too fragile to bear it.

After a few days of mourning my mom offered that she knew where to find some more chickens. To make up for the massacre she planned a night raid with us. We stayed up past our bedtime and drove to the park with tarp covered kennels in the back of the truck.

We crept down along the gravel parking lot, looking up into the trees, spotting the telltale lumps of shadows that meant chickens. We quickly developed a strategy. We picked a chicken branch, creeping close underneath. Then we reached the end of the branch and gave it a good shake until the roosting chicken glided down to the ground in confusion. It was easy to scoop them up and we went home the proud new owner of a handsome flock of chickens.

The Take a Chicken Leave a Chicken park is still a beloved feature of its neighborhood to this day.

[screampied]

you don’t really realize you’re growing old with satoru until you spot a grey tress inside the roots of your hair as you’re looking in the mirror. the thing about marriage and life itself was that time really doesn’t stop—for no one. as you entrap the lock between your fingers, you murmur out to satoru with a cheeky grin. “satoru baby, c’mere.”and as he’s lying in bed with a wrinkled nose, he reads some book titled ‘three men in a boat.’ as he flips a thick page, his cerulean blue reading glasses crook down the bridge of his nose before he turns his attention toward you.

“yesss, honey?” he rubs his eyes, bringing a palm up to his growing stubble. as he got older, you noticed how he moved a bit slower. satoru was still fit as he aged, but he’d have a bit of a waddle whenever he walked. it was cute—how his limbs were getting more and more fragile, but he was still labeled as the strongest despite his inevitable aging.

he makes his way behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. the two of you make eye contact through the mirror that reflects you both, a happy married couple. “look, we’re finally matching now,” and his face softens once you bring the silvery colored strand up to his view. ‘matching,’ because his hair was naturally a snowy white . . almost similar to the strand of hair you just showed him.

although as the years progressed, satoru was growing ashen grey streaks too.

“i guess we are,” he replied in a gentle tone, his hands remaining on your hips. satoru’s touch was always gentle and ginger. he presses his lips near the back of your nape before letting off a soft sigh. “you’d look pretty with white hair, actually.”

“prettier than you?” you hum, glancing at him through the mirror. satoru towers over you as he holds you, the band of his wedding ring grazing against your hip.

again, you watch as the corners of his lips crease into a smile. a toothy genuine one where his dimples show.

“haha, veeeery funny,” and as he buries his face into your neck, he deeply ponders to himself for a moment.

to think . . how much time has passed, out of all the countless tiresome battles he’s had to face—

all those years at trying to keep the world safe and now, he could finally relax. having his arms around you gave him a peace of mind, and in the end it was all worth it because at the end of the day, satoru gojo—the strongest, came back to you. you were his personal safe haven and he was yours.

“but honeyyy,” he yawns with rosy pouty lips, shifting his chin up to rest against your left shoulder. satoru starts leading you toward your side of the bed. “ ‘s pretty late, let’s getcha back to bed, hm?”

“okay,” you mumble, already feeling your eyes starting to get heavy again. satoru’s still got his burly arms wrapped around your waist as he leisurely guides you back to bed. he was clingy, and that never changed. satoru gojo’s always been clingy ever since the two of you met. as he pulls down the cover for you to enter, you crawl back in and he gets beside you.

satoru slings an arm around you, pulling you close as his hooded eyes starts a staring contest with the swaying wooden ceiling fan.

it’s moving slow. . just like time was.

whenever he was with you, it felt as if time stood still. and as the both of you cuddled against each other with your head resting against his beating heart, he sighs. it’s a content happy sigh, and satoru’s hands find their way near the top of your head. his thin fingers maze it’s way near your soft grey growing strand before he leans in, giving the crown of your head a goodnight kiss. “mwah,” and he watches as your eyes briefly widen before glancing away, growing sheepish. “get some rest, my love. i’ll be here when you wake up. promise.”

you nod, too drowsy to reply and he pulls you closer. satoru’s heartbeat was steady and slow, and each pulse that bested against your ear made you felt more and more protected. as he holds you firm and close, a hand of his softly caresses your forehead—brushing against the soft hairs that cling onto your skin.

as your breathing starts to relax and your eyelids finally close, he realizes you finally drifted off to sleep. satoru exhales lowly, almost forgetting to take off his reading glasses. as he places them near the nightstand, he lies back down, giving your sleeping state once last glance.

“i love you,” he whispers against your ear before reaching for the pearled lamp switch. “so much.”your head nuzzles against his chest and he assumes that was your non-verbal way of saying it back, even in your sleep. cute.

the only sounds that could be heard were the faint tick tocking of the grandfather clock that stood near the hallway and your soft breathing as you deeply slept. satoru feels a smile tugging against his glossed lips yet again, but this time it’s different . .

it’s not the same smile from when you showed him that you were graying, it was a more genuine smile that was satisfied at everything—primarily at life. satoru’s long crystalline lashes gradually flap shut as he smiles to himself, a thumb brushing against your forehead. all those battles was worth it in the end, because right now, he’s at the only place he wanted to be . . with you.

life wasn’t a competition, but satoru finally felt at peace, true peace—and that peace was being in your presence. he wasn’t one for believing in good endings, but maybe this particular one wasn’t so bad.

“i . . won.”