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couldeatthatgirlforlunch · 2 months ago

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To Your Love That Smells Like Crazy

Synopsis: Damian presented as an alpha, to everyone's despair. He announced he found a mate, to everyone's skepticism. You're the perfect omega, to everyone's delight.

Pairing: Yandere!Alpha!Batboys X Gn!AFAB!Omega!Reader

Tw: 18+ pwp; noncon/dubcon smut; noncon drugging; creepy batfamily members feeling attracted to Reader when they were still 15, but nothing sexual or romantic between them happens until they're 18; this chapter is mostly Damian x Reader; ABO, Reader is an omega, all the batboys are alphas; Heat symptoms; Damian and Reader are 15 at first, when the smut happens they're 18, Tim is three years older than them, Jason is five years older, Dick is 10 years older and Bruce is on his 40s; Implied future gangbang? They want to share Reader (polyamory) but right now the real action is just between Damian and Reader; Loss of virginity on both parts; Implied that Damian is also inexperienced on kissing and Reader knows a little more about that; Fingering!R receiving; Slight schoolgirl/boy/person!Reader; Reader wears lipgloss, nail polish and earrings; Omegas breasts produce milk during heat; Some breastfeeding; Breeding kink; Handcuffs; The word ‘rape’ is used twice; Lots of crying; Nipple play; Dirty talk; Slight voyeurism; Unprotected sex; Negative and selfdeprecating thoughts; Claiming ownership (biting); English isn't my first language.

Word count: 4,7k

Requested? No.

Extra notes: Planning on making one pwp chapter for each batboy, and then a last one with no smut. Also, I think I'm gonna start posting on AO3 since the tw are getting worse...

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Damian was territorial, dominant and temperamental since the family had known him. Maybe he was born like that, maybe he wasn't, they couldn't know, so, what they most hoped for was that those were just personality traits, maybe coping mechanisms, and the puppy would present as an omega or beta one day, and then maybe the hormones would make him calm down. It was a small possibility, but one could only dream, right?!

Well, those hopes were crushed when, at his fifteenth birthday, Damian woke up growling at the mix of strong alpha scents stinking his room, his territory, and started pacing inside there, not allowing anyone but the old beta Alfred to come in.

He calmed down after a couple of hours, came out of his room to eat breakfast, assessed and scented the rest of his territory (everyone's territory, really, the manor was the family’s home), and maybe humor his inner alpha by subjugating the rest of the pack. It didn't work, obviously, they were all mature alphas who went through puberty already and knew how to (mostly) manage conflict with a newly-turned alpha who still smelt like milk and was just overwhelmed with hormones.

After a full belly, it was decided he shouldn't have to go to school for the first few days (something the teenager was happy with), to learn to control his mood and impulses, visit a specialized doctor to be sure what kind of suppressants were better suited for his organism, and so he could go through his first rut in peace.

A few days later, Damian went back to school, nose itching from some not-so-pleasant alpha scents, some weak beta scents, some sugary omega scents, and a lot of milky scents coming from most students, especially unpresented puppies.

He wondered how adults live like this, if he would just get used to it, and it wouldn't bother him so much one day. One thing was to feel the smell of flowers or food, another thing was to feel people’s pheromones. But his train of thoughts were halted when he felt you.

Not even inside the classroom yet, but he could sniff you out and find you if he wanted to. Strong, yet suave, soft. Strawberries. And milk. It made his whole body shudder and tremble. Now he knew why his family occasionally asked where the delicious scent stuck to his clothes came from. Now he knew why alphas turned their heads and stared at you so much when you both were walking around. It was all you. His best friend.

Damian stared openly and unconsciously, while you made your way to him none the wiser and sat down at his side, and he almost got annoyed when, at first, you didn't seem to notice his new presentation, as if you didn't even acknowledge him as an alpha yet. But then you turned and stared at him strangely.

— Dude, why’re you staring so mu- Oh. — You blinked, finally having realized where the new musky scent was coming from. — You're lucky you smell good. My neighbor smells like feet.

When he came home, he announced he had an omega.

Obviously, that left everyone bewildered as to what he meant by that, it was impossible for during his first day back outside as an alpha, he already had a mate. But he didn't have to explain much for them to understand, the scent on his clothes was enough proof as to why he wanted you for himself.

After that, Damian invited you to hang out with him at the manor for the first time. It caused a reaction in everyone, and all of them were home, of course they were, Damian wanted to show off his future mate, and you had to meet the family, since he single-handedly decided you were going to join their pack already.

As you walked past each door on the way to Damian's room, everyone had a reaction.

The old beta and grandfather, Alfred, was very polite and nice, he smelt like tea. He smiled more freely with how sweet you were, amused by Damian's clear crush.

Next, you passed Dick by the gym, he smelt spicy, and his door was open, so he could peek better to satiate his curiosity when Damian's crush arrived, yet, he didn't expect to almost fall from his stretching position when he finally took a whiff from your sweet scent for the first time, instead of just the faint and weak thing that occasionally got stuck on Damian's clothes and hair. He managed to look mostly presentable even though he almost sprinted to the corridor to meet you. Dick was even more pleased to see you were beautiful, even in your modest school uniform. He forced himself to hold back and stay in the gym when Damian decided the interaction took long enough, and pulled you to keep walking.

Jason was next, he was in the library. His scent was thick. Woody. He coughed around his drink when he felt your scent, and Damian rolled his eyes at him. Jason’s whole body froze when he saw how soft you looked, clearly an omega. He noted that you looked older than fifteen, but Jason knew you were just a couple of months older than Damian, and you still smelled like milk. His attraction to you bothered him because he couldn't ignore your still-milky scent, and he was already imagining how you would smell like when you fully reached maturity. Your hair was shiny and looked soft, like clouds and cotton-candy. He wanted to stick his nose there and hug you. You looked the perfect company for a nap (and more). Damian quickly steered you away to keep walking.

Next was Tim, he was in his room, and he smelt like peppermint. He always kept the door closed, but during your visit, it was open wide, due to his curiosity to meet you, everyone knew that. Tim snapped his eyes away from his computer when he felt you, and stared at you wide-eyed when you appeared. You didn't even come inside, Damian didn't want to feel your scent coming off of Tim's room to haunt him every time he walked past that door for the next days. It would definitely make him want to kill his brother. Tim tried to burn your image to his brain to the smallest details. He noted the color of your nail polish, your earrings, the thing dangling from your backpack, the shine and rosiness of your lip gloss. Tim specially liked your soft-spoken voice, and it bothered him how polite, neutral and distant it was, because clearly you both didn't now each other, you were just there as Damian's friend, meeting his older brother for the first time, and just wanted to go hole up inside Damian's room as soon as possible to avoid the weird interaction.

Soon, your wishes came through, and you spent the next few hours there with Damian basically teaching you everything and doing your homework. It was a new behavior, he never did that out of instinct before, some people asking him for help would annoy him, others, like you, he would calmly help out of the hidden kindness in his heart, but he never took initiative before. You brushed it off as just new alpha behavior and just used his either gentlemanly or condescending behavior, if it meant you could gain things out of it and be lazy.

At dinner, you finally met his father. Bruce Wayne was the alpha of a pack full of alphas and a beta. His himbo and playboy persona gave you the impression that he wasn't the most dominant alpha around, but you were proven wrong when you felt his sandalwood aroma and saw his towering frame. His personality was the same you saw on the TV, though, pleasant like a TV host or just a popular guy. On the inside, he was fixated with you, ignoring your milky childish scent and your school uniform. He wanted you around the house more. God knows how much a bit more of softness could help the family’s dynamic. Maybe that was what was missing, an omega around the place. Like you. Actually, it could be you. He thought about convincing Damian to stick to living in the manor even after you were both married adults. Or you could be Bruce’s when you were of age. Wait, how old were you?

Alfred drove you and Damian to your place after everything was done, all the alphas with a heavy heart, bothered that you had to go, that you couldn't spend the night with them yet. Even if you were already theirs.

It took a lot to convince Damian to share you, but eventually, he begrudgingly agreed, they were a pack, after all, not just a family, they stick together, take care of each other and of each other's interests. Having something that wasn't just vigilantism in common would be good bonding for them, and the closer a pack could get, the better. That he knew. A pack sharing someone wasn't exactly unheard of either.

After that, Damian started inviting you to the manor more often. Almost every week you were there. Your parents started saying that Damian probably was interested in you, but you laughed it off, never thinking an alpha like him would be interested in an omega like you.

The family made the best of that time to get you used to them, to their dynamic, and to make you feel at home, safe, trustful. They also wanted your scent to get stuck everywhere. To get to know you. To learn everything about you. To make plans.

When Damian's 18 birthday came, you were already legally an adult too, and they invited you over, saying it was a birthday party. When you got there, the party consisted in only you and the family.

The conversation was nice.

They put drugs on your piece of cake that simulated an out of cycle heat.

It started with fatigue.

Then fever.

Your eyes got blurred.

You thought you were getting sick, and just planned on taking cold medicine when you got home.

The alphas were slowly coming closer and circling you, unnoticed.

You felt weird in your intimate parts, maybe you needed to pee.

You stood up, but your knees were weak, and you almost fell, if it wasn't for Dick, who caught you mid-air.

All scents became clearer when your eyes locked. You wondered what the look on his face meant, confused.

You felt their excitement, and arousal. And you felt something poking your thigh.

You felt your own underwear getting wet.

You asked them to take you home, but they denied. That made you feel antsy, so you tried searching for your phone to call your parents to pick you up, but you couldn't find it. It got especially hard when Damian picked you up and started walking up the stairs with you.

— It's okay, omega. You're okay with us. I’m going to take care of you… — Your hands trembled when he purred the word ‘omega’, mumbled those words, and nuzzled the side of your head with his nose, taking a deep breath from your sweet strawberry scent, and faint sex smell, due to the wetness between your thighs. No longer any hint of milk anymore, since you already reached maturity just a couple of months before him, and now he also didn't smell like puppy anymore.

— N-No… D-Dami… W-Where are you taking me? What a-are you gonna do? … I wanna go home… I’m not feeling good… — You whimpered and tried to weakly move out of his hold, it didn't work.

— You are home, beloved. And I’m going to help you feel better… With my knot. — Your eyes widened. — I will fuck you real good and fill you with my semen. I know it is your first time, it is mine too. But do not worry, your heat will make it painless and you will be satisfied with me. — You whimpered higher, your omega was preening, crying for a knot, your pussy squeezing hard, but your mind knew it was wrong. Clearly something was wrong. Why was no one helping? Couldn't they see you were caught by surprise with your heat and were saying no to him? Why were they looking at you like that? A cough coming from somewhere seemed to snap Damian out of it, like he remembered something. — Ah, right. And then, you will receive father’s, and my siblings' knots. I will go first since it’s my birthday and I claimed you first. — Damian blushed, despite his smug tone.

You cried for help, at first, it came out weak, as your omega didn't want to make something the alphas would disapprove of, but the closer you got to the room they designated for the moment, the reality of what was coming was overtaking your instincts. Especially after your belly started to hurt at being empty of seed.

The alphas only shushed you, and you helplessly watched as Tim handcuffed one of your hands to the bedpost as soon as Damian laid you down on the nest they made for you, and Dick and Jason each started taking your sneakers off. Bruce was standing a few feet away from the bed, Alfred at his side. The oldest alpha’s eyes were glued to your laid down figure, hungry and serious. Darker than you had ever seen. You've never been more scared of him before. He occasionally commented something to Alfred, that you vaguely registered as instructions, that also started being given to his children.

You weakly tugged at the handcuff and tried to sit up at the same time, but Damian pushed himself between your legs, and held you down by the waist. Dick and Jason held your legs open to accommodate him better, and your overwhelmed brain barely noticed their hands also rubbing your ankles and thighs. You've never felt more aroused and more scared your whole life.

Alfred exited the room to start doing Bruce's orders, and he kept watching. Tim, who had disappeared out of your line of sight for a second, came back holding a long, shiny and glinting pair of scissors. You tugged harder at the restraints and tried to push your body up to get away, thinking he was going to hurt you, but he just purred at you to calm you down, unfortunately, it worked, and your pussy tightened when Damian hissed at feeling your center pressing against his hard cock, when you pushed your hips up and against his. You could feel him poking your underthigh, only the clothes separating you.

— It's okay, omega, I’m just cutting off your clothes, it's gonna be easier to strip you that way. — Tim said soothingly, while purring and almost cooing at you. Your eyes widened when he said that, and actually started cutting your shirt open, until Dick was able to pull the ruined fabric off from under you.

All three alphas started purring at seeing your braless torso, chest already swelling with milk and nipples darkened. Omegas body produced milk when they had a puppy to feed, or during heats, and ruts, when an alpha was in a rut, and the omega was helping them, because the body understood it was a rough period, where a lot of energy was spent and not much nutrition came, since both were too busy procreating and too weak to go searching for food, so the milk was a lot helpful in those moments. There were even historical moments where that skill was useful in other contests, when the economy got so bad that most packs were starving, and the omegas of the pack helped them survive with milk.

Damian bit his lips and brought his right hand up to your left breast, squeezing it softly. Everyone was entranced, watching a single drop of milk come out, the breast not full yet. You arched your back, it felt good, so good that for a moment you forgot why you wanted to get away. Damian also didn't help your train of thought when his thumb started rubbing your stiff nipple, sending ripples of pleasure through your body and forcing your eyes closed. You forced yourself not to make a sound.

You snapped out of it when you felt Tim cutting your pants and underwear off. Your eyes widened at the feeling of being exposed and the almost cold air that made your hair stand. Your legs trembled and you felt Dick and Jason's hands working, uncoordinated pads of fingers dancing across the inside of your thighs.

Your arousal’s scent freely infastated the room now, and half of them growled, in exception of Bruce and Tim, who were keeping themselves more calm and collected.

— It's time to go now, let Damian and (Y/N) have their moment. — Bruce announced and you watched as Damian smirked, then you hid your face, sobbing against the pillow. He cooed at you while his other hand went down between your legs and started rubbing slow circles while pressing against your clit.

Dick sighed.

— Take care of them, Dami. Have fun and enjoy. — Dick patted Damian's shoulder, but you weren't sure the alpha above even noticed you, too busy gazing at you and your body, enjoying how warm and wet you were.

— Yeah, remember to do what we taught you, baby bird. — Damian only hummed at Jason's comment, and leaned down, pressing his chest to yours. He brought his mouth to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, and started leaving a trail of kisses up your neck, and under your jaw.

It was your first time feeling someone doing this, when you read fanfics and books, you never thought this could feel good like the writing always described, but it actually did, and you hated that you liked it, crying harder against the pillow and hoping his lips weren't moving closer to your face because he wanted to kiss you. You felt his nose sniffing your scent gland.

Tim hummed.

— Be careful with them, and don't take too long, everyone wants their turn. — Tim warned softly and was the last to exit the room, closing the door, but not locking it.

Damian’s warm breath huffed against your neck.

— Finally alone… — Damian whispered with a hoarse voice that made your hair stand. You whimpered and squeezed your eyes harder.

— Please, let me go… You don't have to do this, I won't tell anyone- — Your sentence was cut short when one of Damian's long and thick fingers invaded your entrance delicately. Your mouth opened on a silent scream, and the alpha watched you with lust in his eyes.

— Beloved… Omega… You will come to like this, I promise you that… — He sucked a faint hickey on your scent gland. His right hand started exploring the rest of your body, fumbling and squeezing the softer parts he found out he liked the most. You couldn't control your panting and small moans when his finger curled upwards inside you, touching your sweet spot.

— D-Dam-... A-Alpha… — You arched your back when he started fingering you faster, your sensitive walls milking a single finger, crying for a thick knot, thirsty for his seed, your womb empty of puppies.

— See… — He kissed your cheek. — We barely started, and yet… — Another kiss, closer to your mouth. — You're already dripping and earning for my knot… — Your lips met, it didn't seem like he had much experience, maybe it was his first kiss? Either way, you knew a little more about what you were doing, and he quickly learned. In just a few minutes, he was dominating your mouth. The younger alpha gave a slow bite to your lips when a second finger joined the first in fucking you, wet noises eccoing around the room.

You gained some clearance after a few moments, when he took his fingers off. You whined, not knowing if it was to plead him not to rape you, or because you wanted his cock stuffing you as soon as possible. You tried to force your head away from his, and he relented, pausing the kiss, but only to start taking his own clothes off. If your face wasn't already hot from the fever and arousal, you knew it would be now, feeling shy with everything new that was happening and his naked body, and surprised that you never once noticed his muscles before.

While afraid, you peeked down and saw his hard and bobbing dick, it was thick and above average, but not too much. Not too much for someone who wasn't a virgin like you were, that is.

You tried to sit up, to get away from him in a bolt of strength you didn't have until now, fighting your omega with as much as you could. But it proved to be no help, as it punished you by making your belly tug and hurt twice more. Your torso fell down on the bed again, powerless by pain, numbness, and the restraint around your wrist.

Damian only cooed, still kneeling above you and between your legs. You cried. You didn't feel his calloused hands holding and caressing your hips, but you felt the blunt wet tip against your entrance. You were ruined.

Your parents would hate you. They would say it was your fault for ignoring their warnings and shoving yourself inside a home full of alphas with no omega. They would kick you out of the pack. And if the Wayne's did good on their word of raping you one after the other, you would probably get pregnant, as you weren't on birth control. That is, if they didn't kill you or kept you hostage in their basement. And even if your pack wanted to, they wouldn't be able to do anything to get justice for you, as the Wayne's were much more influential and rich. You were only going to the same school as Damian because your parents worked as teachers there, for god's sake. You were doomed. And if they decided to mark you…

You cried harder, ashamed of being so aroused now and so dumb all along. For the first time, you hated being an omega.

But all those self-deprecating thoughts were muffled when he finally invaded you. It was slow, gentle, testing how things felt. Damian heaved a breath and buried his face on your neck, breathing your scent deep. It felt amazing, for the both of you. You were so deep in your heat that of course it wasn't going to hurt at all, silly you. Those alphas were right, they are always right. They can take care of you.

— … More… Please, I want more… — You moaned and tried moving your hips against his, forcing his cock to push against your walls faster. Damian's head snapped up, looking at you with interest and lust. You were already cockdrunk, as he was pussydrunk, and he wasn't even halfway inside yet.

He bottomed out with more hurry, after pulling in and out twice to test if you really weren't in pain. He moaned deep against your face before shoving his lips against yours again, while he thrusted his hips. The alpha found the perfect rhythm while pulling almost all the way in and out, in a steady dance. Your moans got louder by the second, your inner omega happy with all the attention you were receiving.

Your free hand shot up to rest on his back, nails digging his scarred skin, not knowing what to do. Damian's hips gradually grew in force, until the bed was shaking and softly hitting the wall. The sound of your hips colliding and your wetness clear as day didn't bother you, as you only started begging for the alpha. To be owned. To be knotted. To be breeded.

— See how I take care of you… — He kissed down your collarbone, murmuring against your skin. — Make you feel good… — One of his hands slid down to grip your thigh, pulling your leg up, purposefully looking for a deeper angle to ravish you. You gasped as he found it, and his thrusts got harder. You mumbled a bunch of agreements to whatever he was saying, you just wanted his knot! — You're my omega now, our omega now… — He softly bit your pouting nipple, being considerate as to not hurt the sensitive and swelling area. Your hand trembled on his back and shot up to pull his hair in an overwhelming wave of pleasure. He pulled weakly at your nipple with his teeth scraping the nerves on the area, until he let it go. — We will stuff you full of cum everyday and every hour… — His lips trailed down your ribs, but the position didn't allow him to go further down. He wanted to leave kisses on your whole body, and now he could do that, because now you weren't escaping them. He growled, resigning himself to traill his lips up through the space between your breasts. Your body trembled with the sound. — Fuck you real good… You will never have to beg, omega, we will spoil you with everything you need, everything you want… — His huge hands trailed up your body until they reached your chest. He squished them for a moment, enjoying how soft they were, and how pliant you were, looking straight into your dazed cockdrunk eyes. Imagining how your perfect pups will look like. Milk started coming out in small drops, so silent that he only noticed when it was dripping down his hand. His eyes shot down to assess the view and his knot started growing at the sight of your swelling breasts and darkened nipples, giving up milk for him, for him, so soft his fingers were digging and moulding the flesh, all while they were dancing up and down, bouncing, seducing him. You were seducing him. You were stunning, ravishing, perfect without even trying. He was happy his pack was the one tying you down to them, he wanted to kill someone just for thinking that someone else could have you like this. — … And you will give us everything we want…

He tentatively, almost hypnotized, leaned down and sucked your stiff nipple between his soft lips, sucking a small amount of milk inside, letting It rest on his tongue for a moment, savouring the taste, before swallowing.

You were sensitive, with a dull ache, but his suckling helped with the pain and sent waves of flickering pleasure against your body. You could feel him forcing his knot with each thrust to fit inside you as it gradually grew, and gasped, whimpering pleas for more. Begging him to keep going and stuff you full. You were both getting close to orgasm. Damian shut his eyes hard, overstimulated with the growing pleasure. He let go of your breast when he started feeling his canines getting more protruded, itching to bite your neck and claim you, his eyes also getting brighter, his inner alpha waiting to take ownership over you. Strip you off the life you had before. Forcing you to subjugate, until the smallest cells in your body knew who you belonged to.

He didn't hold himself, of course, and your first mark soon made home above your collarbone, your souls locking together and the intimacy going to an extraordinary level when you reached the peak of pleasure in tandem, while his knot swelled and made you stuck together, stopping any drop of cum from going to waste.

Every single drop was forced to stay inside of you, and Damian lifted your almost limp head, you both drunk, still coming down from the waves of pleasure, and forced your lips against his neck, his scent gland, and you, whose omega and heat had taken over since the moment his cock invaded you, didn't hesitate to mark him back, locking the bond completely.

— Good omega, good omega…

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siddyyyyyyyy · 2 months ago

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Unhinged

Jason Todd x Reader

MDNI wc: 0.7K summary: your roommate finds your messages you send your friend about him. warnings: suggestive themes, no y/n used, actually kind of cringe a/n: my dear friend accidently gave me this idea while spamming me with delicious Red Hood edits (@dollyure), evidence will be shared at the end. enjoy!!

You never thought this could happen. You were so careful to leave your own thoughts to yourself and never let Jason see the things you tell your friend. But of course, nothing really goes your way for some reason.

It took one thing for you to end up in this situation. One thing. And that was leaving your phone unattented on the sofa for a minute. Unlocked.

It was a typical evening as any other, just getting to relax and wind down at the end of the week on your favourite spot at the couch with your roommate. Jason was always pretty quiet but respectful of the shared space, a good friend if you want to wind down together. You rarely get to see him in the evenings but on days like this, when he stays in, it feels like a small reward for you.

Of course he doesn‘t know about any of this. Doesn‘t know anything about what your silly texts between you and your friends. You keep it a secret pretty well, so he won‘t think you are a complete weirdo.

Well, until that evening. Setting your phone quickly aside to get to your boiling tea kettle, you forgot to lock it. Jason sits at the other end of the fluffy couch and watches how you scurry away to get the boiling water to a stop. With an amused grin he gets back to his book but keeps getting distracted by the bright phonescreen just a little away from him. Glancing over, he sees the outlines of text bubbles but he can‘t see what‘s written in there yet.

He isn‘t trying to pry or get into your privacy, but the way the other person spams you non-stop is making him more curious. Whatever this conversation is about, he wants to know if it‘s a conflict or some sort of gossip.

Jason checks if you are still in the kitchen and sees you preparing your tea and some sweets. He technically has enough time to snatch your phone while it‘s still open and gets to have a look over the texts. Who knows, maybe he will find out some interesting things on there. So, with these weak excuses, he grabs your phone and starts reading through them.

UNTIL YOUR TONGUE FADES COLOUR??? I mean every word I say. Wow. Just…

His brows furrow. What does this even mean? Are tongues even capable of fading colour? With a quick glance to the kitchen, he scrolls up, reading through the older messages.

From the couch, to the shower, to the bed, from the wall to the floor from missionary to cowgirl, straddled on top JUST LET ME HITTT

His jaw drops. Jason quickly composes himself and sits up, clearing his throat. He is sure he will need extra therapy after this. Ignoring the unfamiliar, warm feeling in his lower abdomen, he continues to read through them. Unsurprisingly, he finds a picture of himself in the chat. His profile picture, some random pictures he didn‘t even you had in the first place.

Until my throat memorises every vein.

That‘s the last message he sees from you before you appear in his sight again. Tea in hand, some cookies in the other. But most importantly, your flushed cheeks and regretful expression. His hand drops your phone and his cheeks also flush.

You can‘t look into his eyes anymore. This is the next worst thing that‘s ever happened to you so far. There is no way you can talk yourself out of this situation at all. He knows basically everything now. From the fact that you crush on him to the fact that you literally want to devour him whole.

Silently, he sets your phone back to its original spot and gets off the couch to stand up. Again, he clears his throat and speaks up first.

»I‘m gonna pretend I didn‘t see all this...«

And before you could apologise or say something to your defense, he is gone, retreating himself into his own room. Maybe even for the better, you can‘t imagine how awkward it would‘ve been if you were to sit next to him for the next few hours.

here is the so called evidence ( from my friends perspective)

and this was the final message that made me do this:

hope you enjoyed it somehow(★‿★)

part two

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#x reader #drabble #one shot #jason todd #jason todd drabble #jason todd x reader #jason todd fic #batfamily #dc comics #batfam #dc red hood #dc characters #dcu #jason todd fanfic

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n0tamused · 3 months ago

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BRO COOKED AND ATE IT TOO AND LEFT NO CRUMBS

The Crown and The Blood That Taints it - Blade

When you, the princess of Xianzhou and Blade, the Lord of the Cursed Blood meet there is only one thing that can happen: a fire that burns everyone and everything that gets in their way.

A/N: Watched a few clips of House of the Dragon and Game of Thrones and started brainrotting Blade in it. Do I understand much? No. Am I still going to write something on it? Yes. Posting this early cause my bday is today

Warnings: none?? Not proofread, mostly fluff and slightly OOC sorry about that. – The idea of Blade being a dragon rider does things to me in ways I cannot explain. The idea of him being a prince, an heir even, of the kingdom of Xianzhou Luofu. Or perhaps he is one of the lords that serves the king of Xianzhou -and the king happens to be your father.

Thinking of how you, the princess of Xianzhou, the beloved daughter of the King, is a stubborn woman who does not bend the knee to anyone and does whatever she pleases. Thinking of how your father probably cleans up silently after you as you walk around in the realm and do whatever you please. Not that you are mischievous but rather you are not “ladylike” enough.

Thinking of how you are a princess with power and grace, yet it is not flowers that bloom by your side but rather fires that rage. Your presence scares most lords away for one, you are the king’s most prized treasure and two, they are aware you cannot be controlled. They are aware that their stereotype of women being weak, or the lesser sex than men does not work on you. And with one of the most dangerous dragons, Obsidian, by your side, no one dares to oppose you. Not even the king. After all, the dead bodies your darling creature had piled up in his pit were enough reason to leave you alone.

They know you have a good head on your shoulders and as such, nothing can sway your ideals and visions for you cannot be manipulated. You’ve been assisting court matters by your father’s side since you came of age and are arguably one of the best in the kingdom. Endless marriage proposals come for you, yet you decline everyone and turn away. This frustrates your father, angers him even but you are his only daughter. As such, he finds himself excusing you each time you tell him you don’t want this; you don’t want love nor do you want marriage.

Thinking of how, in the countless seats where the lords sit and serve your father, there is a man you haven’t paid much attention to -Blade. A young lord who not only serves your father faithfully, but is also part of his small council. In a sea of old wrinkly faces, he is the only bright youthful one with an indecipherable look in his you have never understood.

Thinking of how your first few encounters with him occur when you’re in a meeting with the small council, standing by your father’s side. You propose an idea regarding the unrest that has freshly occured in the countryside only for the master of war to shut it down quickly, politely reminding you of your lack of skills and manhood. You are about to strike when Blade speaks up for you making you stare at him in shock.

Thinking of how silence falls momentarily as the lords are taken back by his support for the idea. Blade was an exemplified swordsman who possessed incredible knowledge of the battlefield and had a powerful position in the kingdom. His opinions and ideas were precise and well refined, making him a favourite of your father quickly when he first became a lord. The more time Blade spent in court, the more he proved himself to be capable and stronger than the other men of the small council. While this would often lead to drama between him, the lords and their sons (who weren’t even half as capable as Blade despite being his age), no one dared to cross the Lord of Cursed Blood for they knew the consequences would be deadly. They were aware of the mara that would possess him during wars making him a killing machine.

They were aware of how his crimson eyes were the colour of the liquid he so easily spilled when crossed.

Thinking of how your father, the king approves of your idea despite the protests from the lords. In the back of his mind he knew you were far more capable than most men in this kingdom. He was aware that the only thing that prohibited you from overtaking everyone was your womanhood. Yet that didn’t stop him from discreetly favouring you over his lords and using Blade’s opinion as a backup.

Thinking of how that was the first time you made eye contact with Blade, holding it momentarily as you tried to understand his thoughts before glancing away. You could feel his gaze linger on you for a second longer before he resumed looking at the map on the table.

Thinking of how this new military plan you proposed is what starts this unsaid longing between you two. Your father orders you and Blade to work together alongside some others to see through this plan effectively. At first you are still slightly uncomfortable by how he looks at you; his gaze so strong that you feel exposed in his eyes. You are aware he does not do this on purpose as it is just the way he looks at others yet you cannot help but find yourself a tad bit nervous around him.

Thinking of how the strictly political meetings slowly turn into longer sessions of somewhat political meetings as you two stay behind and discuss your lives even when the meetings are over. You learn that behind his chilly exterior is a different man with regrets and a lifelong curse he can never undo. And while he refuses to speak more about his past and lineage, you already know from the small nuggets he drops about it that he is an incredibly dangerous man, one capable of burning down the entire city if he ever pleased. Hell, he could even take the throne away from your father if he ever wanted and the very thought of that sends chills down your spine.

But one day when you look at him, you realise you do not feel any fear or nervousness around him and rather its replaced by a new emotion -a desire to get to know him better. This new outlook confuses you but you suppress it and continue to be hospitable to Blade, conversing with him regarding several topics and chatting away for hours end. Discussions in the meeting room turn into long walks around the palace and ultimately morphs into somewhat of a date.

As more eyes fall upon you both, the princess of Xianzhou and the lord of the Cursed Blood, chatter spreads through the walls and gossip eventually reaches the king’s ears. You two as a pair seeing each other so frequently and casually only fuels the rumours of something going on between you both. This angers your father in a manner he has never felt before and he immediately calls for you, unable to believe his precious daughter would ever be involved in such unbecoming behaviour.

Thinking of how for the first time, no matter how hard you try to dissipate your father’s anger he does not listen. Even with your mother’s assistance your father refuses to hear you out and commands you to stay away from Blade, warning you about the dire consequences if you do not heed him. Upset, you rush out of the room bursting into a fit of tears from your father’s fury. As much as the king hates to see his daughter like this, he cannot have his only heir slip up. You were the successor of this kingdom and it was inappropriate for you to meet a man without any former agreement or public proposal. Especially one that has served your father well and was a favourite.

Thinking of how you do not, in fact, listen to your father and continue to meet Blade in secrecy after the formal military meetings are over. Despite all the measures your father implements to keep a watchful eye on you, you manage to slip past them all to meet with the man who was slowly conquering your heart. You are fierce and stubborn and he was no different. You were the only woman he knew who didn’t want him for his status, prestige or fortune. With you, discussing combat and other natures of the world felt natural and he didn’t find the need to put up a front. What primarily was companionship evolved into something more, something he could not explain.

To Blade, these new emotions that were starting to stir in his heart after getting to know you were enough reason to defy the rules of this kingdom.

Thinking of how one day you both sneak out of the kingdom when your father is occupied with official matters in the Red Keep. You wanted to run away from the prying eyes of people and spend some time alone with Blade, riding your dragon in the drifting clouds of the sky where no one could snitch on you. You both ascend to the sky as he wraps his arms around your waist and by god if you weren’t steering the dragon you would have melted into his embrace. You both knew that at this point that there was no going back, that your relationship had crossed all the lines and that this desire to be with each other was burning stronger and stronger each day.

Thinking of how it’s late when you part ways with Blade that day. One of the lords who disliked you had caught you and Blade kissing when you dismounted the dragon. By the time you get back to the castle, all hell had broken loose. There was screaming, crying, arguing all at once the moment you step foot in the room; some lords and your father glaring at you in disgust from your actions. You try to play it off cool but unfortunately the cat is out of the bag and nothing can be done.

Thinking of how, in the heat of the moment, the king immediately arranges a marriage for you, sending you as far as he can from Blade and demoting him from the small council. You beg your father to give his blessings and to allow you to stay with Blade because there was no man you would want to be with except him. Marriage scared you and the idea of being someone’s wife felt suffocating but with him, with Blade all those worries flew out the window. With Blade, it felt natural and safe. The stars and the heavens are not on your side as not a single word gets through him and all you can do is let tears roll down your face as you listen to his raging anger.

Thinking of how when Blade finds out nothing else registers in his mind for a moment. He receives the message late at night in his chambers from his righthand man. The hesitation on his face is enough to let Blade know something’s wrong but when he reads the letter from the King the world around him grows numb. There is pin drop silence in his head before it's replaced with the rampant rage of desire and betrayal. His eyes darken and he stares out the nearby window with an evil smirk on his face; a look so sinister that his guard also starts to feel fearful from the distance.

Your lover picks up the letter and puts it through a nearby flame. The letter ignites and sizzles as the fire eats away at the malicious words of your father, leaving only ashes behind. He watches the flame intently as it continues to burn brightly. Not a single word is spoken in the chambers but one thing is clear: there was something more to this than anyone around him knew. After all, the title Lord of the Cursed Blood was not awarded to him as a passing thought -there was a history behind it that only his lineage and the King knew.

A song of blood and fire, a tale of eradication and fear.

The Achilles heel of his father and forefathers and the sins of the king and his predecessor.

Blade commands his men to pack up everything and move back home and despite their protests and concerns, he turns a blind eye to their words. He would no longer stay on the lands of the very man whose hands were covered in his family’s blood. However, there was one last thing he had to do before he left this city for good.

Thinking of how you wake up to your bed dipping aggressively in the middle of the night. You hadn’t bothered to change into comfortable clothes or freshen up as you went to sleep directly after you argued with your father, exhausted from how cruel life was to you. It takes you a moment to fully register the presence of a human being on your bed. Before you can scream, the hooded feature clasps your mouth shut and shakes off his hood revealing the man you had fallen for. You fight the drowsiness in your eyes as you attempt to question him but he doesn’t allow you to speak and instead firmly kisses your lips as a sign of devotion and a silent promise -a promise he will come back for you.

All you remember is him softly telling you to wait for him and that he would never allow another man to have you before handing you his ring and disappearing into the night. A promise you held onto even after months of him being gone….even on the day of your wedding with your father’s handpicked suitor.

The festivities of your marriage are in full swing. The streets have been decorated lavishly and countless carts and carriages of goods have been sent to the castle as a gift. Your suitor, not to your surprise, is the son of one of the lords who serve your father in the small council. It just so happens that the lord is the same one who caught you with Blade all those months ago. The small council had struck gold with your downfall and decided to manipulate your father into making it worse. Lucky for you your suitor is not venomous like his father but neither is he courageous enough to stand against his pathetic plottings.

Despite the joy amongst your people and the cheers that erupt every few minutes, your heart is numb. Ever since Blade left you received no word from him and with each passing day, your longing for him only got worse. Not a single day went by where you didn’t think of him. Even though his face had now become blurry in your vision and his voice had started to fade from your memories, you could not get over him. The only reminder of his existence and everything you both shared was his ring that presently hung around your neck. Wearing it on your hand would cause trouble and you couldn’t bear to leave it in your room so instead, you strung it on a chain and wore it around your neck to conceal him right where your heart beat the loudest.

Before you know it, it's time to stand at the altar. Ever since that day, your relationship with your father has soured a little but despite that, you pretend to be happy just for his and the kingdom’s sake. All these months you had tried to get answers from the King, just something, anything that could tell you why he was so against you and Blade being together. You pried, you searched the libraries, you sent out people in secret to find information but you still had no answers. Anger and frustration eventually turned into silence and compliance and at the end of the day, you just did what you could to keep your aging father at ease.

Thinking of how none of the vows and prayers registers in your head. You stand in front of your suitor, holding his hands loosely while you’re mentally playing all your memories of Blade over and over. Wishing it was him standing in front of you. Wishing your union was with the only man you ever grew to love. You peek at your father, who looks so delighted as he beams at his only girl, from the corner of your eye. Seeing him so merry almost brings tears to your eyes. You had done everything right as a child to be the apple of his eye…only to love the wrong man. Your only sin was falling for the mara-struck prince.

Thinking of how you force yourself to bring the chalice up to your lips right after your suitor drinks out of it. You fight with your mind as one half of you does its best to get this wedding done and over with while the other half of you tries to push the chalice away. Right when you finally manage to bring it up to your lips-

-a terrorising screech resounds from the distance followed by aggressive stomping and glass shattering. You see a scarlet red dragon perching itself on one of the nearby towers before hissing and extending its neck tauntingly through the broken walls. The crowd screams as they all try to find refuge from the beast while the King tries calming them down, horrified at who would interrupt such a joyous occasion for the kingdom. All the knights attempt to protect the citizens and the royals in the area but the dragon shows no mercy as it slaughters everything in the way. The wreckage does not reach where you are nor does it harm you, as if this were a well-planned attack.

Before you can process anything and take note of the figure riding the dragon, raging fire towers over any mortal present on the ground as it burns and reduces everything in its vicinity into ashes. There are wounded men littered all over the barren soil, groaning and crying in pain from the injuries they have sustained. Ashes and soot circulate in the air causing the soldiers and knights present to wheeze while breathing. But none of that matters to the prince of the cursed blood, Blade, who slides down his dragon and makes his way through the damaged buildings with his eyes fixated on a particular figure in the distance -you.

Thinking of how the soul leaves your body when you watch him fend off all the soldiers mercilessly, leaving no man alive that stops him from getting to you. You stand there at the altar frozen and breathless as you stare at him with wide eyes, unable to believe he’s here. He looked just as you saw him all those months ago, dashing and dangerous. You practically gawk at the man who's getting closer and closer to you and your heart beats louder and louder.

“Princess we must go now!”

Your suitor and father voice out, concerned for your well-being. The rough grabbing of your shoulder snaps you out of your trance and you stare at the knight holding you before shoving him off and running towards Blade.

“Princess!!”

Their yells fall deaf on your ears as you run down the altar and away from your unwanted suitor. Some guards try to stop you but the dragon screeching in their direction scares them away.

Ba-dump

The only sound you can hear now is the rapid quickening of your heartbeat as your heart threatens to jump out of your ribcage and flee. Blade stares at you with eyes that swirl with desire and desperation as he finally stands in front of you, panting.

Thinking of how Blade does not give you a single second to speak; he urgently cups your face with his hand and brushes the pad of his thumb deeply against your cheek. You can tell his hunger for your touch runs deep; he’s been starved of your presence for so long that he’s ravenous. Your eyes momentarily shut close as his face only draws closer to yours. Amidst the ruins of the city centre and cries for help, you both gaze into each other’s eyes as if searching for answers while simultaneously apologising silently for being away unendingly.

“Blade..”

Thinking of how you manage to take his name; you speak his name so softly as if he would vanish in thin air if you raised your voice a little louder. He hums in response as he trails his eyes over your figure trying to absorb you and etch you harder into his memory.

Thinking of how while you were running your necklace had flung out causing his ring to peek through your clothes. You hadn’t realised but Blade’s lingering gaze on your décolletage makes you look and you gasp. He says nothing but instead tugs on the metal string, revealing his ring that had been tucked away on your chest for months.

Thinking of how he runs his fingers around the ring before harshly pulling it, causing your necklace to break and the string to slip away. The ring remains in his fingers as he stares at it for a while before looking back at you.

“I had to keep it safe.”

You whisper as you look away in embarrassment. He chuckles and stares around at everyone, or well the ones who are still alive, before he locks eyes with your father. The King is standing at the altar shielded by his Kingsguard as he watches you both to his dismay. Then without a word, he gets on one knee and takes your left hand.

Thinking of how all oxygen leaves your body as he slips his large ring into any of your dainty fingers that could hold it. Your hands slightly tremble from the gesture but he gently squeezes them, reassuring you of his decision. He is sure of wanting you. He is sure of making you the mother of his children. Destruction and terror are the witnesses to his proposal but none of that matters to you for he was born and bred of such emotions and you had become acquainted with it.

Thinking of how you stare at him and the ring back and forth, unable to believe this was happening. The sunlight continues to shine brightly upon you both as it bounces off his ring and dazzles his appearance further. The flames he had started sizzle and roar behind him as they further exuded his authority. You find yourself falling for him all over again as tears well in your eyes. This was not how you expected to find him again but you weren’t complaining either.

Thinking of how he gets up and pushes you into his chest upon seeing your tears. He smells like blood, dust and rust but you inhale his scent like he was the finest perfume available to you. He kisses the top of your head and, unknown to you, directly stares at your father once again smiling sinisterly. You both remain like that for a while even with all the murmurings and whispers (and deaths and screams) that surround you.

Thinking of how you place your hands on his chest and, to the horror of your father, tilt your head up to lock lips with him. Blade reciprocates as he pushes you deeper into his chest as if he had been waiting for this his entire life. You both stand at the centre of the building ruins, confirming your union amidst the chaos and the damage done to your people. How ironic that the people’s princess had become the lover of the destructive lord.

Thinking of how his dragon roars while it watches you both as if acknowledging and congratulating you both before flying away. The people in the area scream in fear afraid they will be toasted again. You can’t help but smile through the kiss which he reciprocates.

Thinking of how you turn around and look at your father as your heart harbours mixed signals. On one hand, you were delighted to have Blade with you but on the other, the pain of disappointing your father and the city hurt you. You give him a bittersweet smile as Blade stands right behind you, still staring at him with a gaze that screams revenge.

In the days to come, you would learn that the man you had given yourself to had a darker history with your father than you could have imagined. And in the days to come, you would learn that the lineage of the cursed blood was more powerful and dangerous than you ever knew.

Perhaps your father was right to keep you both apart. Or perhaps, he would learn that only you could bring the mara-struck prince to his knees, something he and your forefathers could only dream of doing.

A song of blood and fire, a curse that would now be yours to bear. ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ©mm-lurking 2024 do not copy, steal or reuse my work.

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— love, t ; part I

chapter summary: there’s a new coffee shop that has just opened on the street next to yours, and after a long day of work, you wonder if their cappuccino holds up. turns out, it’s not just their cappucino, but also a cute italian barista.

pairing: barista!theo x reader

cw: modern!au, muggle!au, lots of cliché fluff, cursing, barista!pansy

wc: 2.4k

a/n: the first part of this cutie, for all my fluff lovers!! there’s not gonna be anything difficult happening, no moral conflicts, no grey areas, nothing. just pure, raw, unadulterated cuteness. enjoy <3 no taglist!

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The wind was biting, tingling your cheeks as you hurried along the street, pulling the collar of your coat up in a rather futile attempt to shield yourself from the wrath of the quiet beast that was British November. A curse after curse towards yourself was swirling in your head over and over again for not bothering to properly check the location of your rented apartment a year ago. If you had half a brain to do that, you would’ve noticed its unacceptably large distance from the nearest bus stops and underground stations. Even worse, the area was devoid of any type of coziness, leaving you to stroll between the dark walls of brick and glass along with similarly sullen people unwilling to meet your eyes with theirs.

A quivering flicker of warmth caught your eye when you dared to look up from the dampened pavement underneath your feet, just to be met with a chilly gust of air making your eyes water. Through the blur you could distinguish the warmth getting closer and closer, until you were standing right underneath several strings of fairy lights forming sparkling bridges between the trees to you left and the building to your right.

Toasted & Roasted.

Your eyebrow twitched up in surprise at the unfamiliar sign, the lightness of it contrasting so harshly against the bleak background of your area of residence. Your gaze travelled lower, noting the glimpses of the cozy exterior visible through the panoramic windows and a similarly tall glass door. A hot cup of coffee sounded delightful right now, plus, it had been a while since something good appeared anywhere in your vicinity. Without thinking twice, your body turned right, your feet already making swift steps towards the most inviting door you’d seen in a while. In a few seconds that lasted an eternity, the door shut out the cold and the slowly but surely commencing drizzle, and you were finally enveloped by delicious scents of coffee and pastries and mellow music streaming through the homely space around you.

The bar counter was straight across from the entrance, with the usual menu on the wall above it. You made a beeline towards it, taking off the beanie warming your head up until now and untangling the mess of knots that was your scarf, hastily wrapped around your neck about an hour ago. Your curious eyes were skimming the menu and the see-through display with different cakes and pastries teasing your senses when you heard a voice coming from behind the counter.

“Welcome to Roasted & Toasted, how can I help you to–”

A head of brown curls emerged from behind the cash register. The seemingly confident voice trailed off at the last word, widened ocean eyes fixed on your face, lips parted and sucking in a silent but sharp breath.

“–day.”

The ending came out in a breath. A noticeable Italian accent registered in your brain, and you filed away this thought to remember later, for reasons you couldn’t quite grasp yet. The guy behind the counter straightened up, running a hand through his messily pristine hair that fell onto his forehead despite the effort, and flashed you a wide charming smile, a stark difference from the shock written on his face just a few seconds ago (to which you were completely oblivious).

“It’s on the house,” he blurted out before you even had the chance to speak, with the confidence of someone who had just had the whole world laid at his feet. “Your order’s on the house,” he repeated, as if he liked the way the words rolled off his tongue and was proud of himself for saying it.

“Um…”

You hummed to compensate for your lack of proper response – it was the first time you were bombarded with a free drink right after walking into a new coffee place, and before you could even place the order.

“You have a special offer?” you prompted, trying to make sense of the sudden generosity. The guy’s smile widened, making the corners and the underside of his eyes burst into crinkles that you found adorable way too fast for having seen him for the first time.

“We do,” he answered a bit too quickly, which, again, completely went over your head. “Special offers for special clients,” he added with a wink, which made you bite the inside of your cheek to stop your mouth from producing uncontrollable giggles, already born deep in your chest and making their way up your throat. You were certain you hadn’t seen any special offer promos on the outside, which could only mean one thing – you had just become a subject of rather shameless flirting.

“Well, that’s… good.” You cleared your throat, still coming to terms with the fact that the cute barista had just flirted with you. At the back of your mind, there was knowledge that you had to make an order, but words seemed to escape you for the moment, so you decided to busy yourself with looking through the menu above the counter again.

The guy followed your gaze and a smirk appeared on his lips, one that could easily be mistaken for a simple smile if you didn’t look close enough. “Fancy anything?” he asked, raising his eyebrow just a bit in a politely curious manner, though there was something behind the watercolour of his eyes that you couldn’t quite name – or couldn’t make sense of yet. “We have the pumpkin spice, the autumn classic,” he started, his smirk widening at the sight of your eyes intently fixed on his. “But I’d personally suggest a lavender latte as your first “Roasted & Toasted” experience.”

You completely missed every single word that the guy said, entranced by the sound of his voice – you didn’t know voices like that even existed. When the last syllable came out of his mouth, you shook your head, feeling heat treacherously creeping up your cheeks at the realization that you had zero idea what he had just said.

“I, um… I’ll just have a cappuccino.” You gave him a smile that you tried to make look as far from sheepish as possible. Your usual order seemed like a pretty safe option in your slightly dazed state. “No sugar, salted caramel syrup, please.”

A low chuckle in the guy’s voice sounded like music, another detail you duly noted and stored in a totally new folder in your brain with “cute Italian barista�� as a title. Why it was there was a question you had no answer to and frankly, didn’t want to busy your mind with. It was occupied enough with staring him down as his lips formed words you didn’t understand.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. A cappuccino this late in the day," he tutted, his tone coming out as a soft scold. You didn’t get it at first, but the heat in your cheeks increased in temperature, even though you tried to keep a distant yet polite exterior appropriate for the barista-client interaction. It was getting increasingly hard, though, with the way the guy’s eyes were scanning your face. "You English lot have it that bad, huh?"

"Uh… I guess."

You gave him a small shrug, trying your best to hide your flustered state. Noticing it nonetheless, the barista chuckled once more and his smirk finally softened.

"Sorry, just my Italian blood," he explained, looking down at the counter and shaking his head, the tiny action making the his curls bounce from side to side. Then, he glanced up again, his lashes almost hiding his magnetizing eyes from view, which you found endearing and slightly annoying at the same time. "You’re making me commit a deadly sin, I hope you know that."

You couldn’t help a giggle of your own this time, confusion slowly making way for a strange feeling of giddiness.

"Noted," you answered, tilting you head to the side a bit as you continued studying the wonder that was the guy behind the counter. "Won’t repeat the mistake again. Don’t want you indulging in blasphemy…" You took a quick look at the badge on his uniform apron. "…Theodore."

If you were attentive enough, you would see a slight bob of his Adam’s apple right after you called out his name. He quickly schooled himself back into the charming smile he was sporting, a nod of his head serving as a sign of his acknowledgment.

"No, no, it’s fine,” he reassured you in a playful manner. "Like I said, a special offer for a special client." Another wink made your heart do a leap, the bounds of your chest suddenly seeming too restrictive. "And it’s Theo, alright? Theodore makes me feel like a grandpa."

"Alright, Theo."

The name seemed a pleasant hum on your lips, which Theo himself seemed to agree with, if his content smile was any indication.

"I assume you’re taking your coffee here," he noted, briefly glancing at the window behind you. Outside, the drizzle intensified, turning into a full-on shower rattling against the ground and seeping through the soft sound of music inside the coffee shop.

"You would be correct," you confirmed, also taking a look behind your shoulder and realizing that the weather was as horrible for being out in the street as it was perfect for a quiet hour inside, with a cup of coffee and a book to keep you occupied.

"Great. I just need your name now. For the order," Theo added in a hurry, as if he needed to clarify, which he quickly masked with a nonchalant smile. You didn’t put much significance into it, not in the mood to overthink, as it usually happened with your racing mind.

Theo scribbled down your name on a piece of paper and tucked the pen into the front pocket of his apron, smoothing it out.

"Be right up."

Your hand automatically reached for your card, but then you stilled it in the air, remembering the ‘on the house’ part. Giving Theo a slightly awkward nod, you made your way to a quaint table right next to the window, taking off your coat and settling into the plush chair.

"Nott? The fuck was that, huh?"

"Pansy, shut up for a damn second, will you?"

Theo rolled his eyes, fumbling with the buttons on the coffee machine to start up a cappuccino. His movements were precise, if not a bit tense, since the haze of his interaction dissipated, and he was left alone with his dear but annoying friend-turned-colleague. Pansy had been watching the whole thing from the small kitchen, hidden by the curtain, and as soon as you left for your table, she started on her relentless journey to tease the hell out of Theodore.

"I’m just being real here. You were making heart eyes at her." Pansy raised her eyebrow in mock amusement; while Theo’s flirty nature wasn’t a surprise for her, the way he was acting with you was certainly different from his usual getting-the-girl antics.

"Yeah, well, you’re just pissed you can’t hog all the pretty girls to yourself," Theo quipped, refusing to acknowledge the blush that was firmly set on his cheeks at the mention of his ‘heart eyes’ – he was all too aware that he was, in fact, making them, and he wasn’t doing a good job at hiding it, either.

Pansy let out a short chuckle, pushing herself off the doorframe to wipe the counter clean – just in case their annoying wench of a manager decided she had another problem with that.

"You’re not mad about… Jennifer? Juniper? Are you?" she asked, her voice obviously teasing. At that, Theo grumbled under his breath, something about her not even remembering the name, but there was no bite to his words. He already forgot all about the girl from earlier in the day that Pansy swooped in to charm; no, from now on he had a one track mind, and its destination was sitting so cozily next to the window, it made his heart beat faster at every stolen glance.

Theo tried to stop his hand from trembling while he worked on making your coffee as appealing as possible. Latte art on a cappuccino should’ve been easy enough, he’s had tons of practice both at work and at home, but for some reason, he needed to make yours especially beautiful. Pansy watched him with rapt attention, an amused smirk never leaving her lips.

"You’re really going all out, aren’t you?” she chimed in as Theo cursed when his hand swayed left, making an unwanted streak appear on the foamy surface. "Theodore Nott actually trying for a girl. Who would’ve thought."

"Shut. The hell. Up," he gritted through clenched teeth, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he created another elegant swirl, one he was rather pleased with. He leaned back to admire his creation – you should like it, there was no way you wouldn’t.

Your head snapped to the left when you heard your name being called in that voice you had grown to miss in the last few minutes, while Theo was busy making your coffee. A smile appeared on your face, as if your lips had a mind of their own, and so did your legs, if the skip in your steps on the way to the counter had anything to say about it.

"There you go. Salted caramel, no sugar."

Theo carefully placed a beige cup on top of the bar counter, dusting off his hands while watching you reaction with what he hoped was a casual expression. It wasn’t that in the slightest, and you would notice, if your own mind wasn’t preoccupied with trying to behave like a functioning human being and not a smitten teenage girl.

"You’re… quite talented," you commented on the coffee art, your efforts to keep yourself in check as futile as Theo’s. A wider smile was hurting your cheeks with the force it was threatening to escape with, and you gave up, allowing yourself to grin like an absolute idiot.

"I am quite talented with my hands, yes," Theo replied, immediately cursing himself for the double meaning he didn’t intend to bring into the conversation. His usual smoothness seemed to evade him in your presence, but the prettiest twinkle in your eyes and the way you looked to the side was a reward he wasn’t sure he deserved.

Theodore Nott was many things, and stupid wasn’t one of them. Until he met you, that is. Only when the door closed behind your back did he realize that he forgot to ask for your phone number. He ran a hand over his face, frustrated, mad at himself and left to pray to everything that was holy that you would pop by again.

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Rudy was the love of your life. Yeah he was famous but you didn’t care, you loved him for him. Rudy was an angel. He was one of the kindest people you’ve ever known. You would be lost without him. You didn’t know what good thing you did in a past life to deserve him, but you felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

The two of you lived together. It was a nice apartment that felt like home. You were sitting on the couch waiting for Rudy to come home from work. Eventually Rudy did come home from work and he greeted you with a kiss and a hug.

“I had a long day baby, feels so good to come home to you. Just wanna make love to you and show you how much you mean to me,” Rudy sighed.

Rudy led you to the bedroom and started stripping. You sat on the bed with anticipation. Rudy revealed his toned abs and you were practically drooling. “You’re so hot, I can’t believe your mine,” you complemented.

“Arms up,” Rudy ordered. You lifted your arms and Rudy took off your shirt. Next he took off your pants leaving both of you in your underwear.

Rudy took a moment to admire you. You were gorgeous in his eyes. “You’re so beautiful my love,” Rudy said. “Thank you.” Rudy leaned in for a kiss and you fell back against the pillows as Rudy hovered over you. Your lips met in a heated kiss. You were laying down with Rudy on top of you. You both kissed passionately. Rudy’s tongue entered your mouth and swirled around your own tongue.

Rudy kissed down your neck and littered your chest in hickeys. “I love you so much,” Rudy confessed as he lined himself up at your entrance. He kissed you as he entered you. Rudy was big so the stretch was deliciously filling. “Can I move?” You nodded your head.

Rudy thrusted in and out with much force. He kept hitting a certain spot inside you that made you see stars. “You feel so good,” Rudy panted as your walls hugged him tightly, sucking him in. He fucked you with a fast pace but he was savoring every moment.

You let out a loud moan and Rudy encouraged you to be loud. “Fuck JJ,” you moaned.

Rudy paused. “Did you just-?” Rudy questioned.

“Um,” you didn’t know what to say. You were caught up in the moment and your mind was hazy and you slipped up. You were mentally kicking yourself for being so stupid and dumb.

Rudy pulled out and threw on some sweatpants. You sat there mortified. Rudy’s mind was reeling. He didn’t know what to think. He was hurt because the one person who is supposed to love him unconditionally mistook him for his character. Ouch. He loved you because you loved him for him now he wasn’t so sure.

“Rudy, I don’t know what came over me I’m so so sorry,” you pleaded.

“What the fuck Y/N?” Rudy yelled.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean it.”

“Oh you didn’t mean it, okay sure.” Rudy felt like you betrayed him. He was angry and disappointed. The whole world loves him as JJ but you were supposed to be different. He was shocked and conflicted. After everything you two have been through he never thought this would happen, ever.

“I know I fucked up and that’s on me but I never meant to hurt you,” you urged.

Rudy put his hands in his hair and pulled. “I just thought out of all people you would understand that I’m Rudy.”

“I know you are, I messed up I know but let me make it up to you, I’ll do anything.”

“Right now I just need to think,” Rudy breathed.

“Okay yeah of course.”

Rudy was upset, he felt like his own girlfriend didn’t know who he was. Maybe that’s dramatic but it’s how he felt. He goes to work plays a character all day and then he goes home to be himself and then his partner says his characters name during sex. It was hurtful.

“I’m gonna go for a walk,” Rudy speaks.

“Rudy please,” you begged.

But before you knew it he was out the door leaving you alone and regretful. You felt awful. You didn’t know how you were gonna fix this but you knew you needed to.

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spuffybot · 7 months ago

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Hey hi! I saw your post about Buffy being your favorite show and what do you mean "you know what’s happening with certain characters based on the colors they are wearing"? That's SO cool and something I've never noticed despite being such a tv nerd, do you have examples?

Ohhhh my gosh I love this question!!! There are a few characters who come to mind (Buffy & Willow) but I’m gonna talk about Spike because I love to talk about Spike.

So Spike is a character who very much has a uniform and this uniform is linked to his identity. It’s important to note that this is an identity he crafted. Because as we know Spike started out as William, a man who was sensitive and kind and who was unappreciated by his peers. When he became a vampire he wanted to shed that weakness and he uses his hair, accent, and clothing to reinforce the idea that he is a strong, tough, and evil being.

Spikes official uniform is perfectly slicked back bleach blonde hair, a red shirt, dirty black jeans, combat boots and his signature leather duster. This is Spikes armor. It’s how he embodies Spike and leaves William behind. The red shirt is also quite critically linked to his “evil era” as I’ll call it.

Throughout the show there are key moments where Spike deviates from this uniform and it’s always linked to a crises of identity.

The first moment I want to talk about is Spike in the Hawaiian shirt. He’s just been chipped, he’s relying on the Scoobies for survival, the core tenants of his identity (predator, killer, lover of Drusilla, leader of a vampire gang) have all been stripped from him against his will. He looks ridiculous wearing Xanders clothes because we know it’s ridiculous (at this point) for him to just be one of the Scoobies.

This is not unlike Tabula Rasa (which has a deliciously layered theme of loss of identity both literal with memory loss and metaphoric with each of the characters personal lives) where we see Spike once again out of uniform completely and lacking his identity. Now like I said on the surface he has truly lost his identity he has no memory of who he is. But it’s no surprise that he draws the (incorrect) conclusion that he’s a vampire with a soul on a mission of redemption because for the past few months he’s been playacting that role. After Buffy died Spikes entire identity was usurped by the need to live up to her memory. He babysits Dawn. He patrols with the Scoobies. He lives a mundane and neutered life because he thinks it’s what she would have wanted. Except now she’s back. And she’s opening up to him in ways she never has before. And she’s kissed him. And this is simultaneously the most incredible and terrifying thing to ever happen to Spike because it’s all he wants but he knows deep down, it’s not who he is. He has no soul. He has no remorse. He is not good.

Now let’s talk about some less overt examples. Because the wardrobe team does an incredible job of making subtle shifts to Spikes uniform that communicate his emotional arc.

In Crush, we see Spike swap the red shirt for a light blue shirt (blue is going to be a theme!) and lighter pants. By doing this he communicates to Buffy that he’s different than before. He’s lighter and softer. A man she could be interested in. But of course, just like the uniform of Spike is a performance, this too is a performance and one Buffy sees through quickly.

Blue comes back again in Smashed, an episode where once again Spike’s identity comes into play. He has been play acting at being a Scooby but we know that’s not who he really is. Now, suddenly he finds that he can hurt Buffy without activating his chip. All of a sudden he gets a glimpse of his old self and it infuses him with confidence and purpose. The blue shirt in this episode is deep and rich, verging on purple. By wearing this shirt it shows us how deeply conflicted Spike is. The war between his selfish love for Buffy and his feelings of being trapped and controlled by his chip (and his feelings for her) is coming to a head. And of course, by showing his teeth he gives Buffy the push she needs to sleep with him.

Ok so now we get to talk about my FAVORITE season when it comes to Spikes loss of identity and the use of his uniform to depict that: season 7.

When we first see Spike in season 7 something very important is happening: his hair is completely disheveled and curly, with his natural brown roots showing. This is the closest we have ever seen Spikes hair resemble Williams hair and this is important because as we know, Spike now has a soul and so he is closer now to William than he has been in over 100 years.

When Spike finally leaves the basement he is in a bright blue shirt and lacking his signature leather duster. The duster becomes a key plot point in season 7 with the introduction of Robin Wood (considering it was his mother’s jacket and Spike killed her.) Now, Wood is a controversial character but I personally think having Spike have to reckon with the consequences of his past all tied up in the metaphor of identity that is his leather jacket is chefs kiss.

Speaking of the leather jacket, in episode 15, Get It Done we see Spike put the jacket back on for the first time since Seeing Red. This is a moment of reclamation of identity. Souled Spike is listless and guilt ridden. And as the potentials point out, even a demon can kick his ass. When he puts that jacket back on he takes back a piece of who he is and starts on the journey of self discovery that we will see him continue in Angel season 5. Because ultimately it’s not Spike or William but the fusion of the two that make Spike who he is. AND TO BRING IT BACK FULL CIRCLE while Spike reclaims the jacket, he does not bring back the red shirt.

One other interesting thing about season 7 is that Spike is no longer as wiry and muscular as he was in season 6. Now, James Marsters has said that this was deliberate on his part because he was tired of being naked on the show and figured if he stopped working out (he has also said that he created his season 6 body deliberately upon being told he would be naked all the time) then they would stop making him take his shirt off. And while this is obviously not a deliberate choice on the part of the show, I do think it’s interesting that Spike becomes less angular and sharp after he gets his soul. He releases some of the hardness that defined him emotionally and physically. Which ties in nicely to this overarching theme of identity crises. It also hints at a certain level of toxicity on set if one of your lead actors feels the need to take drastic measures to protect themselves but that’s a whole different essay.

I hope this answers the question and I would loooove to hear what other people think about this. I know I didn’t touch on every Spike moment but I wanted to highlight ones I feel are critical parts of his narrative.

#buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #meta #spike #william the bloody #vampire #buffy the vampire slayer costumes #wardrobe #costume design #william pratt #buffy #ask me anything

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some-stars · 4 months ago

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REC POST REC POST REC POST LIKE IT'S 2005

im gonna do more of these, but this one is "poolverine(-adjacent) fics where they have serious relationship conflict besides pre-confession pining and miscommunication". please enjoy! leave comments!

The One Where Logan and Wade Learn How to be Boyfriends (series), ashe_urbanipal Literally you could not describe a story/series in a way more designed to push all my most favorite buttons. They have to figure this shit OUT!! It's MESSY!!! And they keep TRYING and getting gradually, unevenly better at it, mostly!!! The love confessions happen in the first fic in the series and then we get into the MEAT of it all. Brain damage, jealousy, trauma, and intense relationship-repairing conversations while having fingers cut off. This series has it ALL.

Come Hell or High Water, farmhandler Another wonderfully messy long fic that acknowledges these guys need serious therapy. The deep affection and intense frustration are both so REAL, it makes me so happy.

Blood, Dirt, Love (Stop), por_queeee The relationship issues are resolved without TOO much difficulty here but they're definitely present, and also this fic has my absolute favorite take so far on Logan's X-Men-related trauma and how that might play out for him.

Don't Want To Be A Fool For You, HeavensAche This is just deliciously complicated and messy and beautiful. Like honestly I could list specific things but if you want the slow tangled process of them figuring their shit out, this DELIVERS.

Like a Little Prayer, whiskeywitch This one is very short but it's probably my favorite take on the "Logan skewers Wade during a nightmare" scenario. Intense but understated, not easily fully resolved.

It's Not Fucking Nice, Thestarvedghost I really enjoy this exploration of how Logan's two hundred years of issues and damage would weigh heavy on his relationship with Wade, no matter how much they love each other. A really interesting way to bring Logan's Victor issues into it, too. (Me being me, I should probably specify that this contains NO sibling incest, just deeply abusive and unhealthy relationship dynamics.)

the girlfriend experience, kekinkawaii In which Wade FUCKS UP, big time. Happy ending but GOD, I love when they really truly badly hurt each other.

so leave me my liver and leave me my skin (leave me the way all those other homes did), iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid Love when Logan gets to be an absolute fucking mess of trauma and poor coping skills. With a hopeful ending, even! (This one is gen but it's still in great part About Them.)

themes for future rec lists: best smut, my favorite honda odyssey fics, Just Really Fucking Good Shit, cablepool, ???

#deadpool #wolverine #deadpool and wolverine #poolverine

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Eye of the Storm

The next chapter of Days of Laughs And Nights of Screams is up for you to read now!

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#orbits of fancy (reblog)#live reacting in the tags because i feel like it and i love this fic so much #please don't look if you haven't read #'Eye of the Storm' by Bullet for My Vallentine BLASTING in the bg right the fuck now #oh good the cops are already at the function let's see if they're help or hindrance. AND an ambulance hopefully attending to Ngyuen.#GOD DAMN CODY IS BUILT DIFFERENT. ABSOLUTE UNIT UP WALKING AROUND IN PAIN MEDS STRONG ENOUGH TO COMPLETELY IGNORE BROKEN RIB #YYEEESSSSSSSSS DADTRAP HAS ENTERED THE ARENA #oh good he's aware of his design's origin! I had figured he was but it's good to see him say it #AWWWW NO DON'T BE -CUTE-#Cody and Springer bout to beat the brakes off of Carlos and honestly? even if I'm slightly conflicted about how I feel about my beloathed #he kinda do deserve it rn #CODY ROLL THAT MAN IN THE DIRT #SILLY. SILLY SILLY ALWAYS SILLY. What a jester.#oh man I went through that whole scene seriously just DEVOURING the tension and apprehension and confusion #and probably a million other '-sion' words #DON'T THINK I DIDN'T NOTE THAT PURPLE STATIC BIT. I SEE IT. I SEE YOU.#the boys are FIGHTIIIINNNNGGGG... we're gonna need to do a bit more than just call for them. Gonna need to yell over that whirlwind #YES. GOOD THEY'RE BOTH REALIZING IT'S SOMETHING OTHER THAN THEM GIVING THEM WILDLY STRONG VIOLENT IMPULSES #well it -was- just Moon getting them but now Sun feels it too.#My brain wants to compare that overheat-shutdown to having such a high fever without treatment that you lose consciousness #MASON BB IT'LL BE OKAYYYY. Awww Sam said 'our' baby duck. ;-; HE'S JUST AS MUCH A SOFTIE AS MASON LMAO #JULIA YOU'RE NOT GOING TO FOOL JACK NOR SHIT WALTZING AROUND IN THE PB SUIT NOT PLAYING THE PART.#'tried not to end this on dramatic cliffhanger' suuurree. Actually I believe you but you certainly didn't seem to pass up the opportunity #can't blame you one bit I love them #THANK YOU ONCE MORE FOR THE GLORIOUS CHAPTER YOUR WRITING IS DELICIOUS AND THE TENSION IS -CHEF'S KISS-

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HI THERE! You do such amazing work, thank you so much!

I was just wondering if there were any chef aus out there? Any tags/rating! Thanks!

Hello, here are some chef fics...

Sometimes it's cosmic, sometimes it's cocktail weiners by myladyclegane (M)

All executive chef Anthony J Crowley wanted was a cider and some time with the girls(of the Golden variety) after his double shift, what he gets is playing savior when his best friend and next door neighbor (and desperate crush) has to unexpectedly host a last minute game night for his awful co-workers.

As Sweet As This by vantablck (G)

One moment, Crowley had a high position at a top Michelin rated restaurant. The next, her career was taking a metaphorical million light-year dive into a lake of boiling sulfur and she was moving back into her small childhood town. Cue Aziraphale, the childhood best friend she’s been pining over since time immemorial. Cue Crowley’s oh so brilliant idea of co-owning a restaurant with her.

Hell's kitchen, heaven's chef by Sani86 (T)

Crowley is a high-strung chef - one of London's best - but his boss Beez is fed up with his tricks. So they hire a mild-mannered blonde chef to keep him in line. Crowley hates the guy. Except that he doesn't, not even a little. --- Human AU, in which they are chefs and idiots.

Trivia Night: A Love Story by MissUnderstoodLyrics (E)

No angst, all fluff and fluffy smut! Crowley just moved to the States and has already been roped into the pub trivia competition for all of the King Street businesses, which they take very seriously. He just wants to work and go home to his cat and his plants, but the promise of free drinks lures him to the first game, where he meets a gorgeous, witty, mischievous angel, and suddenly trivia night doesn't seem quite so bad. A Good Omens Human AU

Recipe For Romance by ranguvar82 (M)

Anthony Crowley would love nothing more than to enjoy a good meal once in a while. Unfortunately, when you're an agoraphobic with severe food allergies, your choices are limited to private chefs. Too bad Crowley's fired every single one. Enter Aziraphale Fell, known for being able to create gourmet meals for even the most discerning palate. Crowley's expecting him to be like every other chef. He's not expecting an angel that will turn his world upside down. Aziraphale has a recipe for everything. Even, maybe, for romance.

Till I Saw You by curiouswriterkr (E)

Crowley is a burned out chef recovering from adrenal fatigue in Tadfield. Aziraphale, a gifted musician with a big, soft heart, happens to be performing one evening at an open mic. Their eyes collide and inevitably, so do their lives, helping each other step into healing, truth and more joy.

Style and Substance by Cabernet_Woebegone (E)

“But y’know, if my boss finds out I’m helping you even a little, they’re gonna throw me out on my ass.” “Yes, I understand it is a bit of a conflict of interest for you… Is there something I can offer you in return? Something you would like?” Aziraphale questioned hopefully. You, Crowley thought loudly as he took a second sip. I want to know if you moan when you kiss the same way you do when you try something delicious. I want to know if your lips taste like Zinfandel. “Yes, actually.” Aziraphale is having difficulty running his restaurant, and it isn't helping that he believes the place across the street is trying to sabotage him. To his surprise, chef Crowley comes to him on friendly terms. Together they come up with an arrangement that could benefit them both. (Explicit rating for chapters 10 , 14 & 17, see tags for description. Please do not record this as a podfic or repost this fic anywhere! Thank you!)

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable wives #human au #chef crowley #chef aziraphale #mod d

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soobrat · 6 months ago

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leather lashings; lyy

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ pairing; yangyang x vaguely idol!reader

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ words; 2.6k

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ genre; smut, angst if you squint, established relationship

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ warnings; spanking, obvs pain play, dom!yangyang, bratty sub!reader, brat taming, fingering, piv, unprotected sex (I think sometimes I honestly forget condoms exist), making love, orgasm denial

↻ ◁ || ▷ : Hopefully adding spanking and making MC that bratty didn't upset you anon T_T time will tell

The two of you stare blankly at each other after you share the news. Him waiting for you to say “just kidding!” and you monitoring his reaction prolongs the silence. He scoffs, breaking the tension.

“You’re joking.” He deadpans with a smirk. After more silence he raises his eyebrows, signaling you to respond. You just shrug, stretching your mouth thin to get rid of the pout that’ll give it all away. YangYang laughs, trying to break the tension like always. It puzzles you why he does that. Why he’s so scared of a little conflict is too annoying a question to figure out, so you’re just going to force him to do so. He slowly tucks his toothy smile away.

“Is this to punish me for promoting with the group I signed up to be in.” He gives you that “you’re being silly, just give up” look that makes you fold usually. Not today. “The one you knew I was in before we started seeing each other?”

You shrug again, causing his mask to slip. The grimace you catch just for a second makes you giddy.

“You’re not seriously considering making a song with Baekhyun, you know the rumors and you know they’re not just rumors.” YangYang sounds anxious as the words stumble from his lips. He still insists on keeping that condescending the smile the entire time he tries to reason with your logic.

“I’m not considering it, I already accepted it…” A smile spreads across your face as YangYang moves toward you and snatches your phone from your pocket. You watch the emotion on his face shift from exasperation to pure anger as he sifts through your phone.

He turns the screen toward you, “He’s already flirting with you. Either you’re being petty right now or you’re an idiot.” He lowers the phone, fixing you with a challenging gaze.

“Oh, I’m an idiot?”

“Yeah. And actually, even if you’re doing this to be petty, that also makes you stupid. What, if I don’t react the way you want you’re gonna keep screwing around with Baekhyun until he breaks your heart?” In his mind he thinks he’s got you. You scoff, such bold words coming from him. The same person who insinuated you two weren’t serious enough yet for you to start missing him this much.

“What do you care?” You retort angrily, finally letting your facade drop away. Your words barely set in before YangYang is grabbing you by the shoulders and shoving you against the wall.

“You’re so fucking annoying, you know that?” His breath fanning your face makes your skin erupt with goosebumps. Your anger is washed away as you take in his appearance. Maybe you shouldn’t have picked this fight right after he came home from performing. The red is gorgeous on him, but something about the length and the way they style it makes you sweat. The way they do his makeup brings out an intensity to his eyes. Especially as he’s glaring at you right now. And to top it off, he changed before he got here. That leaves him in a tight fitting tank—

“Hello?!” He’s met with your strangely darkened eyes before he registers what he’s feeling. He looks down to see your hand pushing under his shirt and up his torso. He laughs in disbelief, rolling his head over his shoulders. When he doesn’t feel your hands leave his body he unclenches his eyes.

“What’re you doing?” He asks with a warning hanging on his words. You don’t know what you’re doing. The tension is still looming over the air and it’s delicious, but a part of you wants to pause for just one second. “We’re not done talking. You’re not even going to fight against it?”

“Fight against what?” You find yourself stuck picking at him, shoving your face closer as if you’re daring him to snap. He wants to shut your attitude down quickly but your thumb grazes his nipple. He chokes on his quip, becoming more incensed.

“Being called annoying.” He hisses through gritted teeth, grabbing your hand by the wrist and snatching it from under his shirt. Without the feeling of his toned stomach under your fingers you’re able to think more clearly. Why you decided to start this, why you were pissed off when he mentioned the tour like it was nothing. You use his grip on your wrist to yank him closer.

“Does it annoy you when I ask you why you care? When you were the one who shamed me for missing you?”

“That is not what I said! You said you hate how busy I am and I told you that was crazy. Not because I thought you were being clingy, because I’m nowhere near as busy as most idols. This is my very first tour in five years of being an idol!” His eyes plead for you to be reasonable. Even if you wanted to be, you’re too busy thinking about grabbing a handful of his cock through his jeans. No amount of screaming at yourself to focus is helping. You want to argue, convince him to stay because you feel your feelings for him are escalating. You’ve never felt like this about anyone before, and you’ve never wanted to fuck someone this much before.

“Babe, please tell me you didn’t plan to make me jealous over a misunderstanding.” He’s begging for you to listen to him at this point. It’s not because he’s conceding and calling for a truce. He’s getting impatient. You take too long to answer judging by the exasperated way he shoves his hand through his hair. He looks at you, clearly willing to give you one more chance to handle the fight you started. Then your eyes flicker down to his fucking lips and you clench your thighs.

“You–!”

With his anger peaking like this, you’re hoping he at least angrily fucks you against the wall. He drops your arm, head drooping just enough that his hair covers his eyes. You see his jaw quirk and you wait on bated breath.

“Go to the bedroom. Now.”

The depth of his voice, the demand itself and the lack of emotion he delivers it with stun you into silence. Your heart pounds weightily, it feels so strong it hurts. Just then, his eyes shoot up at you. How he looks at you with furious awe has your feet moving before it clicks in your brain.

You enter the room, tempted to shut the door from the tension being too great. Was he going to fuck you until your entire body aches tomorrow? Or was he going to not fuck you at all? Forcing you to get his cock off while you sit there, needy. Or… was he cooling off alone so he can talk with you calmly?

You paced back and forth, the unknown making you crazy. He could just walk in here and break up with you. The door slams behind you before you could even work yourself up from that thought.

Your eyes rake over his form, taking note of the belt missing from his pants. The very same belt looped over and held tightly in his right hand. He grabs your hair, giving you no time to deliberate over this new kink he’s clearly about to try. He shoves your face into the bed, the leather lapping painfully at your ass soon after.

The barrage of licks to your skin escalate in pain each time. Your volume escalates with it, you shoot your hands back to try and protect your ass only for them to get struck too. The only break you get is for him to pull up his own t-shirt draped over your frame so your panties are exposed. The scanty fabric leaves your flesh fully vulnerable to the belt’s onslaught.

“Ow! YangYang?” You plead, looking back as much as you can with your hair in his fist. He shoves your head back down.

“I don’t hear a safe word.” He grunts breathlessly before drawing his arm back again. You yelp in shock, unaware of just how painful this could be. You assumed you’d be sore, even bruised, but you can tell this will be on a whole new level. Despite that, you can feel your plush, swollen lips become saturated in wetness. The sounds he makes as he exerts as he strikes you makes your stomach flutter. The sound of the buckle clinking is so tantalizing. God, you want to be fucked. You want to be fucked so bad you don’t know what to do with yourself.

“I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry baby, I swear!” You squeal, still flinching each time the belt makes contact.

“Hm?” He mewls. He delivers a quick succession of strikes. You presume it’s a punishment for your mindless pandering. “You’re sorry?”

“Please forgive me YangYang. Please?!”

“Oooh baby,” he coos, smoothing his hand over your aching ass. You whimper as you recover, your ass tingling. He eases your underwear down your legs and you have to bite your lip not to cheer. You hear the belt hit the floor as both of his hands soothe your flesh, one sliding between your legs. You hum quietly and push your ass up higher for him. His index and middle finger slip in with very little resistance. You moan out, alarmed by his sudden change of technique. Usually he rubs your clit, easing one finger in and then two.

Instead he’s pumping in his fingers so fast your heat is sloshing loudly. He hisses as he leans over your body and holds you still with his weight. You still wiggle underneath him as he breathes hotly against your ear. You can feel your body building in pleasure so quickly you let out a panicked whine. Your high thunders closer as his speed accelerates. You try to plead or warn him about how close you are, but all you manage are unintelligible noises warped by your jolting body.

“Yan– fuck!” Your voice crackles from the force of your wailing. You can hear his breathing getting heavier in tandem with what you pray is him increasing to the maximum speed his fingers can go. His palm is slickened from your juices. You can feel it smear against your skin every time.

The rope is so close to snapping. You can feel each coiled thread plucking away until there’s just one left. You suck in a harsh inhale and hold it as your climax looms just over the horizon. The hollow thumps of your heart is all your oxygen-deprived brain can focus on as it awaits the earth shattering pleasure. All it’s met with is crushing emptiness instead.

YangYang's weight lifts from you and you lift to your forearms. You watch him in awe as he walks across the room. He serenely lifts a towel from your hamper, having the gall to start whistling as he cleans his fingers.

“What the fuck?!” You shout, bristling at the smug smirk you earn. “What is your problem?!” He tosses the towel back and struts toward you again. You scramble up from the bed and shoot daggers at him through your eyes. He breathes a laugh before poking your forehead. How efficiently he’s able to tip you over with such a childish move infuriates you. He purposely pushed you toward a quick orgasm just to leave you reeling.

Your train of thought crashes and burns as he shoves his sweatpants down. He takes his time with his underwear, tucking his thumbs under the waistband and turning it under. He rolls it down just enough to let his hardening cock spring free. It hasn’t been a while by any stretch of the imagination, but that doesn’t stop your mouth from going dry at the sight of it. Your legs naturally fall apart as you lie back on the bed.

“This doesn’t mean I’m going to give you what you want.” He says as he languidly strokes his shaft.

“This is what I want.” You rebut insolently. The defiant way you look up at him makes him chut. He climbs between your legs.

“No, you want me to take a break from activities and pull out from the tour next month. I’m not gonna do that. You want me to be stressed the entire tour about upsetting you and worry about you misbehaving. I’m not doing that either.” He slides his tip over your lips, relishing in the way he melts into your wet folds. You can’t fully enjoy the sensation while he’s shutting down your desires.

“I’m going to fly around the world, meet my fans, hang out with my group and have a blast doing all of it. And you, you’re going to tell Baekhyun you change your mind. And you’re going to be a good girl while I’m gone.” He leans closer the more he speaks, punctuating everything with an attempted kiss. You turn your face away, rejecting his kiss. He just grabs your jaw with his free hand and holds you there as he plants one on you anyway. You want to whine or protest but you can’t help kissing him back. This is so unfair–

You gasp as he sinks into you. As soon as his tip brushes your g-spot you’re moaning wantonly against his lips. You wrap your arms around him, wishing to be like this forever. You wish you could capture the feeling of his cock stretching you open. Thankfully he isn’t hammering inside you like he did with his fingers. His slow thrusts give your walls ample time to mingle with every inch of his cock.

Each plunge inside you is more delicious than the last. You pull away from kissing him and your mouth hangs open. Salacious moans spill from your mouth at every part of him in contact with you. His searing lips littering kisses across your jaw and down your neck, his soft thighs brushing against yours, and his balls smacking against your ass. Your cunt clenches around him with need, each suckle of your hole milking him.

“God…” He whispers shakily. His lips lie dormant against the side of your neck, his tongue brushing against it lightly as he pants. He clasps at your shoulder and starts white knuckling his stolen t-shirt. That’s when you know it’s getting to him. He has to feel it too, this undying need to stay in each other's arms with him inside you. And yet…

You want to protest, it’s gnawing at you, but he planted his stake in the sand. Your legs go rigid against your will and you clench your eyes shut. A gasp is drawn from you when his hips slam down and he’s driven especially deep. He lifts himself up on shaky limbs.

“Focus.” He breathes. He sounds so authoritative in his lustful daze that you find yourself receptive. You take note of all his beautiful features. His mouth shape that drove you crazy before you started dating. He even flashes that dazzling smile that always gave you butterflies. Both of which made you want to just kiss him before it was appropriate. But now you can, you have him all to yourself. His smile softly fades. “Are you focused?”

You grasp at his shoulders and urge him to lean back down. With doing so, his hips swing lower and push him in as deep as he can go. Your breath is sucked from your lungs as you dig your nails into his back. He suckles at your neck as he finds his rhythm again. Not long after he finds it he loses it again. His hips find it hard to accommodate when he starts to tremble this much. Your legs quaking makes him less alone at least. You both clasp, scratch, lick, and suck at each other as your orgasms near.

His hips swing forward with a hefty thud as he huffs loudly. He nuzzles further into your neck, hips jerking as he fills you up.

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