#there is something so special about their dynamic that makes my heart jump

[shihoerusu]

Ship: Talina

Talia Al Ghul x Selina Kyle

[inuyashaluver]

Are we getting any Ona x reader Childhood sweetheart??

mi media naranja (my better half) - ona batlle

ona batlle x reader

description: in which you and your childhood friend watch each other grow up, going through different partners, life stages and miraculously ending up in a surprising result

warnings: it’s a long one - buckle up!! catalan in bold italics, mentions of cheating and tears

a/n: hiya, lovey! i hope you don’t mind that i tweaked this into a childhood friends to lovers situation, i really hope you enjoy❤️

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you and your best friend, ona, were the epitome of inseperable. your special bond was formed by years of shared laughter, inside jokes, secrets and late night conversations that stood the test of time.

you and ona knew each other better than anyone, the years of being best friends proving soulmates existed.

at first you both believed it was platonic soulmates but as the seasons and years went by, so did your dynamic, unbeknownst to either of you at the time.

it began through the subtle shift in stolen glances and unspoken words and conversations lingering in the air, something felt different for both of you.

little did you both know, the journey and progression from being best friends formed the very foundation of your relationship in the present.

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[ 7 years old ]

it all started in school, a young ona experimentally kicking a football to a lonely you to test out the waters during lunch break.

in the beginning, you were incredibly shy, finding it hard to make friends at the time. her kindness made your heart warm and when you kicked the ball back, you both knew the other would be in your lives forever.

she came up to you and managed to get you to open up, she was pleasantly surprised to find out that you were quite chatty when you talked about something you were interested in. she loved it.

she’d listen to your words intently, each word engraving new lore about you in her mind, making an effort to remember as much about you as she could.

“one day, we’re gonna play together for spain and bring home a gold medal” ona promises, nudging your shoulder with hers as you both sat next to each other on the grass.

you laugh and nudge her back, nodding and holding your pinky up, she smiled cheekily and interlocked her own with yours, a promise you both intended to keep.

everyday at school, you and ona grew closer. your families were so happy with the fact that you’d made a friend so close, both of you at each other’s houses every other day. it just felt right for the both of you and everyone around you.

—

[ 12 years old ]

you and ona were joined at the hip, not even an exaggeration, you were never apart. you and ona had promised each other that wherever the other would go, you would follow in suit.

it was a non verbal promise but something that was just understood between the two of you.

you and ona had been scouted in your local club to join the youth barcelona team, both of you squealing and jumping around on her bed when you both discussed the situation. however, promptly scolded by ona’s mum that had you both in a fit of giggles.

because the two of you played together so often, each other’s playing styles were very much adapted into your own.

ona was a defender while you played in the midfield, the two of you always linking up to score a goal or an assist.

you both didn’t even need to look at each other to know where to pass or aim, the presence of one another being enough to score goals that had people impressed by your performances.

you and ona thrived in the barcelona team, labelled a dynamic duo by not only your coaches and teammates, but the spectators also.

—

wordless communication and care were the foundations of your friendship. the needs and requirements for the other person just feeling like common sense.

“you didn’t rub it in properly” ona laughs, pointing at the streaks on sunscreen left on the skin of your face.

“in case you didn’t notice, onita, i don’t exactly have a mirror” you grumble, attempting to rub the rest of the sunscreen but missing completely, making the brunette laugh even more.

“oh, preciosa (precious)” she teases, roughly rubbing the remnants into your skin causing you to groan and attempt to push her away.

“done” she cheeses out, giving your cheek a light pat before you shove her away jokingly. “you suck,” you stick your tongue out at her and she immediately returns the gesture, making you both give each other challenging glares before giggling with each other.

—

“my house or yours?” ona grins, passing you your water after training. “mhm, let’s go to yours” you smile back at her, she nods and you both chat as normal.

as soon as you got to ona’s, she gave you some of her clothes to change into and you immediately called your family to let them know you’re here and they already knew you’d ask to stay over so they agreed instantly.

you throw ona a thumbs up as she watches you converse on the phone and she pumps her fist in celebration, making you giggle before ending the call.

—

[ 17 years old ]

this was a difficult time for the both of you, it was when you both started exploring the dating world with other people.

ona got into a relationship first with this random girl, she was super nice at first, but when ona would spend time with you, she would get into insane arguments with her, her girlfriend claiming ona cared more about you than her.

and because it was her first girlfriend, she pulled back from you and you only really saw each other at training, and even then, the communication was limited.

you were heartbroken to say the least, losing your best friend over a girl, you decided to give ona a taste of her own medicine and began dating this girl you thought was really nice.

she treated you well, like a princess honestly, you were giddy and all round happier and ona, from a distance was happy for you.

she’d broken up with her girlfriend and she didn’t, well..couldn’t tell you since she rarely saw you. she regretted the whole relationship, it was toxic and manipulative and she wished she never ditched you for her.

but you were happy again and she would never jeopardise that for you. the only thing ona wanted for you was an endless amount of happiness, getting all the love that you deserved.

it was until you found out your girlfriend had cheated on you, coincidentally with ona’s ex that everything fell back into place.

with tears pooling in your eyes, you knocked on the door of the batlle residence with anxiety overtaking your entire body.

ona opened the door with a worried and confused expression, looking down at your kicked puppy expression that was ready to break down at any moment.

“nena? (babe)” she breathes out, a sob escapes from the back of your throat and you rush to wrap your arms around her neck, pressing your face into her collarbone as your body wracked with a heart wrenching sob.

she immediately holds you around your waist, rubbing comforting circles over the shirt you were wearing, saying nothing but just holding you close.

she tries to pull away to look at you but you shake your head and hold her tighter, she frowns at the sounds of your crying, lifting you up by your thighs and hoisting you up on her waist.

she hurriedly closes the door and rushes to her room, sitting on the edge of the bed as you cried into her arms. she whispers sweet words in your ear as you pressed into her.

you hug for a couple of minutes until you pull away, wiping your tears away with the back of your hands as you looked down at her,

“i didn’t know where else to go” you sniff, your nose red and your voice slightly congested. she frowns at you, using the pad of her finger to wipe away the tear rolling down your cheek.

“you came to the right place, this is your home too, i’ve missed you so much” she says softly, making a few more tears leave your eyes while she chokes back on her own. it felt like so much time but no time had passed as you explained the situation.

ona was pissed, making an effort the next day to give both of your now ex girlfriends a piece of her mind.

that’s when you both decided to take a break with dating, focusing on yourselves, football and each other. everything was back to normal and you were both incredibly relieved.

—

[ 18 - 21 years old ]

as the years went by, you and ona only grew closer, you noticed the shift in your dynamic. the lingering stares and touching blurring the line between platonic and romantic.

you tried to think nothing of it, ona was always incredibly affectionate and if anything she was just being friendly.

if only you knew how this girl really felt about you. in love was an understatement but she didn’t and couldn’t say anything, respecting you more than anyone in the world.

she wouldn’t want to risk losing you, her best friend, her soulmate.

it didn’t really help that you both followed each other to every club, barcelona, madrid, levante and even making the big jump to manchester united.

the best friend duo left an imprint on every club you both went to, proving to be unstoppable in every league.

you were both so in tune and synchronised, ona even managed to assist you in a hat trick at manchester united, claiming it to be one of her proudest moments.

she’d hoist you up on her waist in celebration as she kisses your cheek repeatedly as the girls surrounded you in celebration. “mi niña (my girl)” she grins up at you.

you kiss her forehead in appreciation and couldn’t help but grow a little warm at the pet name, as well as the way she was looking at you as if you were the reason the run had risen in the morning. (she truly believed this)

sure you both got asked over the years if the two of you were dating and it slightly hurt to shut it down.

you received numerous questioning expressions when you’d say, “no, we’re best friends” but the two of you chose to ignore. you both didn’t like each other like that. (silly)

—

[ 24 years old ]

it was until you both decided to return home that everything took a turn. your comeback to barcelona as the dynamic duo had been highly anticipated ever since the transfer rumours came out. and when the contracts were finalised and you and ona were promoted together, it went viral.

falling back into the team with new and old teammates was fluid, and exciting. you both felt good about the whole situation, excited for the new chapter ahead.

ona had partnered up with aitana for training because alexia had dragged you away as soon as she could.

“you like her” she teased, your eyes widen and you give her a little slap on the shoulder, “no, i don’t” you grit out, making your captain laugh brightly.

“please don’t tell me you’re this stupid, have you seen how that girl looks at you?” she scoffs, “heart eyes, makes me feel sick” she mocks, you can’t help the little smile hinting at your lips and alexia smiles satisfied.

she prys the details from you and you surprisingly complied. alexia helped you realised that you’ve liked ona for a while, just never coming to terms with it.

you felt lighter after all of it was off your shoulders, thanking alexia for slapping some sense into you.

she humbly accepted as long as she was the maid of honour at your wedding, making you swear on your life that it would happen.

—

ona had also been in her own conversation with aitana. being one of your teammates for years as well as a close friend, she knew ona liked you, she always has.

she would beg ona to confess, knowing that you liked her back because it was just obvious to anyone with a pulse. she’d always shut down the thoughts quickly. but this time, she actually listened to aitana.

“ona, that girl is in love with you and if she isn’t, you can slap me in the face” aitana speaks with her hands, making ona follow the movements as she spoke.

“you’d actually let me slap you in the face?” ona laughs, aitana gives her a stern expression and ona stops, glancing your way to see you laughing with alexia. she smiles at your bright smile, making aitana shake her head and whisking she had her phone to capture the moment.

—

it was a team bonding session at alexia’s house, a dinner, movie, drinks type of situation. ona and you lived together, like always, so ona drove you both over. alexia opened the door with a hopeful smile but faltered slightly at the two of you just being friends when you gave her that little look of disappointment.

she gives you a longer hug than ona and it makes her slightly suspicious, she knew you and alexia were like sisters but she couldn’t help the funny feeling bubbling in her stomach.

she’d glare slightly whenever you and alexia would interact and it made alexia laugh, knowing that tomorrow you’d come to training with a girlfriend.

when you got in the car and saw ona gripping the steering wheel so tight her knuckles turned pale, you glance at her in worry.

“are you okay?” you ask nervously, she looks over at you for a split second before looking back in front. “i’m fine” she says flatly, oh you were in for it.

the rest of the drive was intense and quiet. the tension was unbearable. when you both made it home, ona bolted to her room and slammed the door shut, making you wince. you gave her about an hour to cool off before you cautiously knocked on her door.

“ona?” you say softly, you open the door to see her on her bed just scrolling on her phone, she instinctively moves over so you lie down next to her, staring up at the ceiling as she refuses to look at you.

“have i done something wrong?” you break the silence, ona sighs heavily, “no” she breathes out, turning in her side to face you and prompting you to do the same.

“do you like alexia?” she asks softly, you gawk at her in shock, “what? no!” you exclaim, ona’s cheeks burn a little, looking down to see your hand resting on the bed close to hers.

“why? are you worried?” you tease, ona bores her eyes into yours, “and if i was?” she says full of confidence, your mouth falls open slightly, just blinking as you looked at her in surprise.

both of you are pink cheeked with wide pupils, resembling a full moon. “what do you mean?” you utter, “nenita (babe) you know what i mean” ona says hopefully, you pause for a moment before nodding, your bodies subconsciously moving closer to one another like a magnetic field.

“te amo (i love you)” you say confidently, making the girl in front of you break out into a bright smile, “te amo (i love you)” she parrots, you break out into your own wide smile.

you look at each other lovingly for a moment before ona brings a hand up to cup your face, she glances down at your lips and you inhale eagerly, making her chuckle before she pulled you into a searing kiss.

time seemed to pause at this moment, just the warmth of your breaths and lips mingling unfolding like a gentle melody.

your lips moved tenderly with each other, unlocking the years of whispered promises of love you both never knew you were hoping for. your tongues explored each others mouths and it all felt two familiar, you were soulmates after all.

in that shared moment, the line between friendship and romance faded completely, leaving behind the gentle lull of your now joined heartbeats, the start of forever for the both of you.

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when you both walked into training the next day with ona’s hand in the small of your back and a gentle kiss to your temple, the room erupted into cheers.

alexia and aitana exchange a high five, a couple of the girls exchanging money making you both laugh brightly at some of the disappointed but happy expressions in the room.

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when you both went to the world cup and managed to win through a goal from you, ona proclaimed your love then and there, unable to hold it in anymore.

when she pulled you into a loving kiss after that final whistle blew, it was a special moment for tje both of you. especially since you were both fulfilling that promise of bringing home that gold medal.

you and ona’s friendship stood as a witness to the growth and transformation for the both of you. standing as a testament of love that began with the simplicity of a girl kicking a football to you because she thought you looked lonely, forming into a profound and everlasting connection.

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you know the drill, just pretend it’s you!!

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ona.batlle: mi media naranja (my better half)

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yourname: mi onita xx

yourname: mi media naranja (my better half)

↳ ona.batlle: pretty baby

alexiaputellas: you two would be NOTHING without me

↳ aitanabonmati: and me!!

↳ ona.batlle: all you two did was make fun of us

↳ alexiaputellas: worked though, didn’t it?

↳ ona.batlle: …….

↳ yourname: she said thank you!

context!! - mi media naranja: the literal translation is 'to find your half orange. ' when an orange is cut in half, the two halves match each other perfectly, but no other orange half is likely to fit so closely’ essentially meaning - your better half, your soulmate

[xotaemintol]

JSMR [pt.1]// LEE JENO X FEMBLACK READER

[she/her pronouns are used. Warning, this fanfiction includes: cursing, drinking, smoking, mentions of cheating, abusive relationship dynamics, mentions of cyber bullying, protected sex, virgin idol, and more. If any of this these things are triggering for you, please look away. Minors, do NOT interact. Thank you.]

//fluff with slight angst//

(Jeno is an AMSRIST, for the last few years he’s comforted you through your toxic relationship with his videos, lulling you to sleep on your most difficult nights. After years of being one of his biggest fans, you’re finally able to meet him through a mutual friend of yours and your worlds finally being to align.)

//your point of view//

"Everyone, welcome to J...S...M...R. I'm Jeno. Hello, hello, hello. Today, I have something exciting planned—it's a little different from the usual things I do, but I wanted to do something special since I'll be reaching 10 million subscribers soon. So, for today I-"

"Y/N!" I jump as my headphones are ripped out of my ears aggressively by my boyfriend. "I told you to be ready by 4pm on the dot, not 4:01, not 4:02, not 4:03. Four O'fucking clock, are you deaf or something? Like seriously, do I have to spell it out for you every time and then basically drag you out the house?" I roll my eyes and snatch my headphones back from his hand.

"I swear, it's like you're five years old or something. What adult is that bad at time management?" He scoffed and rolled his eyes, he shook his head and looked around the bathroom.

"It's only 3:57, why are you-" He cuts me off before I can finish and yells; "I don't care! I told you 4 O'clock!" He holds his hand up in my face, showing four fingers to further emphasize his point. "By the time we leave it'll be 4:02, I get that you're used to having no where to be and nothing to do unless I'm involved—but people like me are punctual." He complains.

Just like always I'm silent, listening his seemingly endless tirade. I never understand why he's so adamant on dragging me along to every single one of his 'social events', he knows I hate going—yet and still, he remains selfish and drags me along. He says it's to "show off his beautiful girlfriend” and to teach me out to properly “network”. But I think it's to show others that he's successful in every aspect of life.

He's a talented artist, he has the nicest cars and clothes, he's young and handsome, and to accompany him he has a young and beautiful foreign girlfriend.

It's tiring being paraded around by him, and it never makes him look good—most people wonder why I'm still with him after six years. There's been countless scandals about him cheating on me at parties, or ones about us secretly living in separate homes; all of his close friend wonder why I haven't left him.

Still, he wants to pretend for the public and clean his image of being a shitty boyfriend.

"Are you even listening?" He slams his hand down onto the vanity and lowers his gaze to me, "Yah," He says in a low tone. "Didn't I tell you to stop watching that crap?" My eyes widen when he says this, immediately I go to grab my phone—he beats me to it though, and snatches it off of the vanity then takes a step back from me.

I face him completely, turning my body from the large mirror as I say in the most stern voice I can muster; "Joohyun, give me my phone now."

He laughs and raises his arm above his head.

"Seriously, Y/N do you know how pathetic you are? I'm trying my hardest to help you be a somebody, but you'd rather watch this loser and be a shut in, when you could be the girlfriend of me—I've told you twice already, stop watching these weird videos or I'll break up with you."

My heart skins at his harsh words, but not because of his ultimatum. I couldn't care less about him leaving me, it sinks because I know one thing for sure—I'm not a shut in, and wanting comfort doesn't make me pathetic.

With tears slowly building in my eyes and I glare at him.

"What makes you so special?" I ask.

"Why are you so special? Is it because you had one successful art piece in your whole career?"

Joohyun, with a face full of anger; holds my phone with both his hands. His face is red and slightly blurry from the tears in my eyes.

"You wouldn't even be known if not for me, and you'd rather bite the hand that feeds you than be normal?" He lowers his hands, my phone still gripped tightly inside of them.

His words are slightly true. Before dating him I was just a small social media presence, my videos about my experience as a black woman in South Korea were well received—becoming viewed as 'charming' and 'pure', by Koreans and other black women and men who want and or wanted to travel to South Korea. But dating Joohyun really kicked my career off the ground, people fell in love with our relationship.

We became known as a beautiful couple the moment we began dating, our love story to everyone else was seen as the perfect match. People were ecstatic to see that thee Lee Joohyun had fallen in love with a foreigner and cheered for us.

But that was four years ago. Before he was caught cheating on me, before it was found out that I decided to move out for a month due to his abusive language. Now, we're only a shell of our former selves—eating each other away slowly. My passion for creating content was being overshadowed by his work and his control, and now as I look at him with hot tears streaming down my cheeks—I want to break free.

"I'd rather be nobody than be stuck with you for another day."

He says nothing, I can see his arms go slack for a second before he inhales deeply and presses his tongue against his cheek.

"Yah...Y/N," His voice his shaky, through my tears I can see him blink away a few tears of his own. "You don't know what you're talking about, I'll give you another chance." He pauses.

"Me...or him."

I stare at him as I sniffle and wipe my tear stricken face. There was a time where I loved him the most, we planned to get married one day and raise our children to be successful and happy. We were so perfect for each other in the beginning, our flame burned so brightly. Joohyun and I moved in together not even two years into our relationship, because we were so sure that we'd last for ever and that flame would burn endlessly; like two young fools in love, we moved so fast. But now I can see the end of that tunnel, there's nothing but ashes left from those flames and I hate the smell.

I take a deep, and long breath and close my eyes. My voice is shaky as I speak but I'm sure as I say; "Him." That I mean it.

For a moment, he's silent. He says nothing and he doesn't move. From my phone I can hear the sound of Jeno's voice softly whispering, for the better part of about three years; his asmr has comforted me countless of nights. And even in moments like this, but as I hear his voice I feel a pain in my chest.

"Everyone, have you eaten today? You know, I like when you guys leave long comments for me—I always read them when I'm alone, so tell me: what did you eat today? Was it good? Did you like it? Are you trying new things? I want to hear from you, it's fun doing these videos…but when I'm done; I have no one to talk to. So, talk to me, even if it's through the screen, I still want to hear your thoughts."

Joohyun nods his head and says in a quiet tone; "Fine."

In the blink of an eye he raises both his arms and slams my phone down onto the tiled floor, I scream as the screen shatters before turning black. I can no longer hear Jeno's voice, just the sound of Joohyuns heavy breathing and my own crying.

"I'll find someone better than you, and you'll still be here in this weird parasocial relationship with that-that loser!" He throws his head back and lets out a choked cry as I grab my phone. His crying doesn't phase me, not even the sounds of his sobbing.

I hold my phone tightly in my hands and look up at him, I wish that looks could kill.

_

"Hello everyone! I'm Y/N, your personal travel guide of South Korea! Today, I'm here with Lee Joohyun, and we have some news to share. It's been a while since I've talked about our lovely Joohyun, right? I'm sorry, we've been so busy lately that I could hardly upload anything." I say to the camera.

I glance over to Joohyun with a forced smile expecting him to be holding his composure well, but instead, his eyes are watering.

"Joohyun, please...don't make this hard for both of us. It's what you wanted, can't we at least do one video normally?" He sighs and nods his head.

"I just can't believe I even dated a loser like you...and I let you break my heart." I roll my eyes and look away from him.

"Just leave, I'll do it alone." Without any protest he leaves and I restart the recording.

"Everyone, hello! This is Y/N, your personal South Korea tour guide! Today, I have some sad news to share, but first! I want to share good news with you!" I say with a smile. "So, yesterday while attending an event I got to see someone very famous, he was there to talk about his experience as a Yortober, can you guess who it is?"

I pause for dramatic affect and then with as much excitement I can manage I continue.

"It was the photographer Na Jaemin! He was so amazing, he spoke about his latest project Narcissism, he said that he's been working with six others on this project for a few years now and that it will be released soon with an exhibition—I will be personally attending the exhibition as a guest, so I hope to see you guys there. If you're touring Korea this fall then please join me and enjoy Na Jaemin’s Narcissism."

I clap my hands together and inhale deeply, now that the easy part is over...I need to get to the hard part.

"Now, you're probably wondering what the bad news was, right? Well, there's really no easy way to say this, but I'm sure you all guessed that one day I'd be saying this. It's hard to say it, but Joohyun and I have decided to officially spilt up..." As the words leave my mouth I feel a heavy weight lift off of my shoulders, it feels good to finally say it.

It feels like I’m actually free.

"There's no deeper reason for it, we just felt that it was the right thing to do..." But as I continue I begin to feel choked up, my eyes start to water but a genuine smile starts to form. "Joohyun and I loved each other till the end, we gave each other endless support and constant comfort—in the last two-three years though, things have just been harder." I quickly wipe my tears and sit up straight behind the table.

"Sometimes I think I'm to blame, sometimes he feels the same. But no one is to blame, we just moved to quickly—that's okay though, now, we're both going our separate ways so we can better ourselves and continue to grow and love others endlessly. I hope everyone can understand, it's okay if you don't; but please be kind to us both, especially Joohyun. Please continue to support his art and please continue to support my videos, we'll both do our best and work harder, so please stay by our sides."

The door opens and my manager silently signals for me to end the video, I nod my head and focus back onto the camera and wipe my tears again.

"But, don't be sad guys! I will still be your personal tour guide, providing you insights on all of South Korea's beauties and hidden gems. Thank you for your support and your love, as always, I'm Y/N and I'll be back to show you the beautiful creations of one of South Korea's favorite young photographers, Na Jaemin. Well, goodbye!"

I end the video and sit back down in the chair, slouching against it as my manager rushes to my side.

"Wow, Y/N, you did amazing!" She exclaims while handing me a box of tissue. "I almost thought you guys were seriously in love for a second."

I laugh at her playful comment and blow my nose.

"Do you really think I did good?" I ask, "They won't be upset will they?" She smacks her gums and shrugs while coming to the side of me.

She pats my back and offers me a gentle smile. Yurim has been with me since the beginning, after I was signed under company called Starslip she was assigned to be my manager. She's seen the ins and outs of every good and bad moment in my life, she's supported me and helped me through everything. Yurim even knows the truth about Joohyun and I, she knows about the cheating, fighting, and even him breaking my phone.

If there was one person I know will support me leaving that asshole, it's Yurim.

"Maybe, some will and some won't—most people know about him being a cheater though, so...I think people will side with you and that he'll face backlash, especially since he wasn't even here."

Suddenly I'm hit with realization as I remember that I told him to leave.

"Oh! Is he still here?" She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. I stand up and push my chair back. "He left crying and mumbling 'she should've loved me instead' like a baby." She responds while laughing.

I scoff, "There's no reason for him to cry—he's the one who treated me like shit, I just gave him what he wanted." She nods and purses her lips together.

"Mhm, yeah. He's lucky you didn't leave him three years ago..." She pauses and huffs while pulling her long black hair back, "Wanna get some Kamja-Jeon? It's the perfect time for it." I shake my head.

I don't exactly feel like eating potatoes, I want something spicy.

"I want spicy ramen."

[ldysmfrst]

American Mate (11 Part 1) - Just a Staff Member

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 11 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 11,511 

Work count for Story: 77,023

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children, one of whom has special needs, and the other loves everyone. I started a Patreon, and I would be grateful if you donated to help me make ends meet while I am out of work.

Warnings: NOT BETA READ!! This chapter does have pack dynamics, comfort, Alpha/Luna vibes, possessiveness, and self-doubt.

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

Ring Ring Ring

Ring Ring Ring

Stirring from your sleep because of a phone ringing, you look around groggily. Momentarily forgetting where you are, you sit up quickly, and that is when you see– the dress. 

The night before comes flooding back to you. It starts with the letters and conversations, the outfit and pampering, and ends with his smiles and warmth. 

It was a date you will never forget. The only problem is… it wasn’t a date.

Your heart wants to soar, but you must remind yourself it’s just a job. 

Remembering that Jin had made it clear that it wasn’t something he would do for a fan. Even though he said you were special, you couldn’t believe it. 

Bangtan Pack would do this for any playmate.

Ring Ring Ring

Oh shit! That’s right, the phone. Scrambling over your pillow wall, you find your plugged-in phone and answer it.

“Hello, hello! Sorry, this is Y/n. Who is this?” you ask as you try to untangle yourself from your blanket fort. It isn’t easy with a broken hand. 

“Hey Y/n, it’s Derek! Umm, did I wake you up?” 

“Oh hey, ah yeah, and now I am wrapped in my blankets. I'm going to put you on speakerphone so I can untangle,” you growl in frustration, placing the phone near your head while you wrestle your way out. 

“Did you just growl? You know what, never mind. You are gonna have to hurry.” Derek says with a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Yes, I did growl,” huff “These damn blankets. Wait… Why?” I huffed, finally freeing one leg, “I don’t have any plans for today.”

“Well, now you do, and you have about two hours to be at PMS to go over the final contract.”

“No way… what? Two hours! But I thought we were going to sign it tomorrow or Monday. Why now? Did they get everything back in time?” I say, pushing the blankets down my leg and wiggling backward. 

Thud.

Groan

“Y/n! What was that?”  calls Derek, who hears you fall while on speakerphone because of his hybrid hearing.

“Ah… I slid off the bed,” I said with a slight giggle. Standing up, I lean over my phone. “The duvet is made of satin, so it's slippery, and I got a little bit too close to the edge.”

A rapid knock on your door startles you as you hear your name called from the other side: “Y/n, are you okay? What happened? Princess? Princess!”

Quickly making my way to the door with the phone in hand, you open it to be engulfed by a warm body, then pushed away with Yoongi’s eyes, scanning your form to ensure nothing is wrong. His eyes flashed between their usual deep brown and his Alpha’s golden yellow.

“I am fine, Kisa,” you say with a smile and a giggle as you spin around to show him that you are, indeed, intact and not bleeding. 

“Kisa, who is there with you, one of their staff?” Derek, who is still on speakerphone, asks. 

“Oh no, it’s Yoongi. Sorry, in my head, I have been calling him ‘my Kisa’ for a bit now. Guess I have never said it out loud,” you say, moving back into your room to sit on your bed with the jaguar in tow.

“Why are you calling me a Japanese woman’s name, Princess?” the jaguar asks. Inside, he is jumping for joy because you not only gave him a nickname but also said– my.

You are starting to claim him, and he is over the moon.

“It’s a Japanese woman’s name? Shit, I will stop. I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” you say with wide eyes while waiting for an adverse reaction from the very non-girly, totally male predator hybrid. 

Yoongi shakes his head, his face holding curiosity rather than disgust. “If you didn’t know, then why were you calling me that?”

“For me, it's an acronym: K—Knight, I—In, S—Shining, A—Armour, Kisa.” You say this with a slight blush tinting your cheeks, which is mirrored by the hybrid. 

“Oh, you have pet names now? For all of them? First is Thumper, and now Kisa? Who else have you claimed with a famous Y/n’s pet name?” Derek teasingly inquires. 

“Ah, Derek, why are you on the phone with me now? Something about two hours?” trying to redirect the conversation away from the new nickname and avoid Yoongi’s gaze. 

“Yes, you now have an hour and forty-five to get to PMS. The Pack Alpha is being notified as well. We are aware that you, your Kisa, the Prime Alpha, and anyone who wants to come must be here by then.”

Glancing at Yoongi, he still has dusted cheeks but a silly smile. “Okay. One you can’t use that name and two we will be there. See you soon, yeah?”

“Yep, see you soon, Y/n, Mr. Min!” 

Click

You hear a deep but soft chuckle beside you, “So I’m your knight in shining armor?”

Hiding your face in your hands, you nod, “Well, think about it. You saved me from hurting myself worse than a banged-up wrist the first day you met me, you saved me from panicking with the offer from Namjoon, and you sounded like you were ready to break down the door because I fell off the bed.”

You feel fur wrapping around your wrists, pulling down softly, effectively removing you from your hiding place. You keep your eyes on your hands and watch the black fur tail wiggle around your wrists. 

Once Yoongi realizes you are avoiding his gaze, he grasps your chin and turns to face him. Your eyes automatically lock. 

“I will always come to rescue you. I am honored to be your Kisa, for as long as you have me, Princess.” Yoongi tells you. 

His emotions are so thick with happiness that you find him your safe place. His Alpha was filled with pride, and his scent was like waves of fresh spring rain. 

Your face lights up with a kind smile, and your vanilla mate scent grows more potent. It mixes beautifully with your sweetpea and is becoming one of Yoongi’s favorite scents.

A gummy smile grows on his face. The vanilla strengthening could only mean you are falling into the mate bond more with him. He is so happy that it is building naturally with you, even if your meeting wasn’t a pleasant experience.

He sees the nervousness, the longing, and something else in your eyes, which gives him hope that the changes in your scent aren’t just happening subconsciously. 

Pulling away from his hand and tail, you walk toward the door. Your eyes look more distant, your posture no longer relaxed, and your scent turns slightly perfumed. 

With a controlled smile, you say, “We should start getting ready for the meeting. Can you please make sure the rest of your pack knows? Please.”

“Sure thing, Princess. I will let them know,” agrees Yoongi as he leaves the room. 

Yoongi feels torn now. You claimed him as yours, but you are still not claiming the pack. He is going upstairs to do what you ask, but his mind wants to talk to the pack about something other than the meeting. 

You close the door behind you and huff. You must find a way to stop doing this. You can’t feel like you are anything more than a playmate or an employee to them, even though they make it so hard.

First, their declarations before you agreed to be their playmate. Then Jin asked you to give them all a chance. Now, Yoongi is pledging fealty to you like it’s going to last a lifetime. 

Shaking your head, you glance at the clock. Whelp, time sure does fly when you contemplate professionalism struggles, attempting to hide mental instabilities and licentious thoughts of bonded mates. 

Leaving your room, Yoongi goes to find Jin and Namjoon, wanting to tell them about the mate scent growing and how you cut it off. Kind of. 

Climbing the stairs, Yoongi finds one of the two, “Namjoon-ah, we need to talk. Where is Jin-hyung?”

“Oh, ah, Jin left about five minutes ago. I was just coming to find you and Y/n. Is everything okay?” he asks with concern. 

“Yes and no,” he says, continuing up the stairs, “If you were going to tell Princess about the meeting being moved, Derek beat you to it. She knows and wants me to make sure my pack knows.”

It doesn’t get past the Prime Alpha at the emphasis in Yoongi’s words, even if he looks like nothing is amiss. 

“Oh, that is nice of Derek. Then again, she is his Luna, so that only makes sense. So what is wrong?” Namjoon asks again, following Yoongi into his den.

Yoongi rummaged through his drawers, looking for something presentable to wear to the meeting, instinctually wanting to make a good impression with your Beta. 

“Y/n. The mate scent is getting stronger. I think,” Yoongi says, still looking for anything to wear.

“Isn’t that a good thing, hyung?” Namjoon questions as he sits on the edge of Yoongi’s bed, watching the jaguar scampering around.

“Well, it would be if not, but a few moments later, her scent turned into that fake flower perfume scent she gets when she is worried about something, and it caused our mate scent to almost disappear.”

“What were you two doing?” Namjoon asks as he tries to determine what caused the shift. 

“Well, I think I may have reacted too much to the “pet” name, as her Beta called it, that she gave me. Ah, I found it!” Yoongi exclaims as he pulls out one of his few button-up shirts in a cream color to go with dark sandy-colored pants and brown loafers. 

“Pet name?” questions Namjoon.

“Yeah, she accidentally called me her Kisa while speaking with the Beta. It stands for a knight in shining armor because I keep saving her from getting hurt or unpleasant situations,” he says, changing his sleepwear and dress for the meeting.

“Kisa?” giggles Taehyung from the doorway. “Oh my, how appropriate for you. Bet she doesn’t even realize it. I don’t think you do either.”

Both Alphas in the room look at the newcomer, waiting for him to continue.

“It’s Japanese and typically used for females, but it originated in Old Greek as an endearing term,” says Taehyung as he saunters into the room. 

With his voice dropping into his deeper register, he says, “It means kitty.”

Yoongi is coughing as he chokes on the air and turns bright red with embarrassment. His ears twitched every which way but what, and his tail almost wagged like a dog. 

“It looks like your Princess fell onto one of your kinks,” says Namjoon with a smirk.

“Hush you, both of you.  Am I the only one here who is worried about the meeting we must prepare for?” Yoongi challenges while pulling Namjoon up to push him out the door while he deals with embarrassment. 

“Nope, I am dressed and ready,” Namjoon says, smirkingly, pointing out that he is in a suit.

“I was the one who requested the meeting. I have been on the phone since early morning trying to get things to move along faster,” the Prime Alpha proudly states. 

“Possessive much, hyung?” Tae teases the pack leader. “I thought that was my job.”

Namjoon may be the Prime Alpha of the Bangtan Pack, but Taehyung is known for being the possessive one. The whole world knew how possessive Taehyung was, especially with his only younger mate. 

“Hey! I can be possessive of my mates, even if she is unaware of being one,” complained the wolf hybrid.

“Jin-hyung came home last night, and we had a good conversation about their date. I just knew I wanted to settle this now. I don’t want her going anywhere,” justifies Namjoon. 

“Oh yeah, the date went well, I take it?” asks Yoongi as he finishes getting ready in the bathroom. 

“Yes, very much so, but he wouldn’t tell me much. He said he didn’t want to spoil anything for me when we finally go on our date… if she even agrees,” Namjoon says as his scent gets duller.

“Are you worried that Y/n will reject you?” Taehyung asks as he hugs the older Alpha around the waist. Namjoon nods his head. 

“I don’t see Y/n doing that. She may end up acting a bit more professionally with you, but that's when you have to use those dimples to your advantage.” says the younger one while poking those same dimples.

“Getting back to the current issue, we need to talk to Jin about the mate scent. See if he got any hints of changes. Maybe try to find out why she is so nervous about things. I guess your meeting with her family pack will be a good thing,” says Yoongi on his way out of the bathroom, ready to go. 

“Looking good there, kitty,” Taehyung teases.

“Ah, no. Don’t you start that now, Taehyung-ah, please. We have a meeting to go to. Are you coming with?” Yoongi asks, trying to avoid blushing further. 

“Yeah, Jimin and Jungkook are coming, too. Hobi-hyung and Jin-hyung couldn’t come because of some vlog and video-clip  requirements that Bang PD came up with since we left two weeks early.” 

“I think they are doing it close to the Playmate Services. They both want to try to make it before the meeting. It would be nice to show support and acceptance as a mate-bonded pack,” laments Namjoon. 

“HYUNGS LET’S GO!” Jungkook yells from downstairs. 

“Guess that means everyone else is ready,” snickers Taehyung.

After everyone puts on their coats and hats, the six of you head out to the vans. Everyone is having small conversations like Jungkook worrying about being late when, in reality, you will still be early to the meeting and what to do after the contract signing. 

The boys look handsome today, so much so that you have decided they only exist from the neck up so you won't end up with wandering eyes. 

Yoongi is wearing a light tan look, which is different from what you would ever think he would wear—the duality of a man.

Jungkook and Taehyung are in their typical but stylish black-on-black with– that's right, black. 

Namjoon looks like a lawyer in a three-piece suit of dark blue with light blue pinstripes. 

Then there is Jimin in classy-looking beachwear. With this look, he could attend a meeting, a dance class, or Malibu.

You, however, are in something very professional. A dark blue pantsuit with a light blue blouse goes well with the pedicure and manicure you got from Mare Salon. Every time you look at the nail polish, a smile blooms as you remember how perfect last night was.

The boys had all expressed how beautiful you looked. Taehyung let out a low growl as his eyes roamed over your features. Yoongi mentioned how you would be the most attractive in the room, leading you to blush. 

It took every ounce of willpower for the Prime Alpha to drag you next to him because the two of you matched. Easily, the two of you looked like you could be the power couple of Bangtan, especially with how you dressed without trying to match. 

As you exit the packhouse, you are still caught up in the conversation with Jimin about where you got your suit. You weren’t surprised that he didn’t know what Torrid and Ross were. While you tried to find a way to explain it without sounding like a cheapskate, you missed the lowered volumes around you. 

Taehyung stops talking with Yoongi and Namjoon and glares off into the distance.

“What is it, Tae Tae?” asks Namjoon, but before he can answer, the smell of male arousal gets stronger the closer they get to the vans. 

Glancing at each other, Jimin over his shoulder briefly with a slight twitch of his brow, they all conclude… 

They are not the only ones who love how well your suit fits your figure, but the question is which of the two drivers was attracted to their mate.

When you get closer to the cars, the boys huddle together like last time. You start to think this must be a regular thing since Bangtan is a large bonded pack, and you understand that you will have to split between the vans since there are too many of you to fit in the luxury 5-passenger vans.

Looking back to the vans, you wonder who will go with whom. Seeing that you are not needed in or understanding whatever they are discussing in rapid-fire Korean, you head to the van with the driver you have seen before and greet him.

Watching your step, you miss his eyes as they roam over your figure. 

You turn again to see if the boys have moved forward but are still huddled. Taehyung and Yoogni are facing your way but are looking between the two vans. Neither one of them seems happy at the moment, but you keep to yourself and keep heading to the rest of the way.

“Hello, James. It is nice to see you again. Am I going in your van today?” You smile as you approach the driver you met on the faithful day this all started. In doing so, you ended up drawing the Alphas' attention.

“Y/n, having you in my van would be a pleasure,” says the driver, his eyes, again, roaming your figure while stepping forward with his hand out to help you down the last step. 

You go to take his hand, a smile growing at his kind words and gentlemanly qualities, but a deep growl sounds behind you.  The sound induces a fear that can only come from a predatory animal. 

Logically, you know it has to be one of the Alphas behind you, but your heart and instincts are causing you to freeze. The driver, James, is having a similar reaction, with wide eyes.

“Mr. Green,” says Taehyung, placing an arm around your waist. “You will show her respect by calling her Miss Y/l/n when she speaks to you.”

“Yes, Sir. My apologies, Mr. Kim. I mean you and Miss Y/l/n, no disrespect,” James says as he bows in respect for offending the tiger hybrid. 

While Taehyung’s touch brings you out of your unwarranted fear, you roll your eyes at his notion that James was being rude. It isn’t that big of a deal, and you go to explain why James was so bold as to use your first name, but Taehyung continues.

“You also will never have the pleasure of doing anything with her if you wish to keep your job. Keep your eyes off her,” growls the Alpha while still holding you, his grip tightening on your hip.

“Taehyung-ssi! What are you doing?” you said, stepping out of his hold and facing him. 

Blocking the view of the now trembling man behind you, you add, “You cannot just growl at someone like that. It’s rude, for one. Besides, I asked James to call me by my first name. He was kind to me the day I got injured.”

Taehyung looks at you with a gaping mouth, his scent burning at feeling your reprimand. “I was… he was ogling and flirting with you. He isn’t supposed to call you by your first name. He has to remember his place. He is just a staff member.”

By this point, the other Alphas are focused on this little interaction and look at the group of you with anger, confusion, and other emotions. Your scent clashes with Taehyung’s. His burning wood mixes with your sour lemon, putting everyone on edge. 

“Staff,” you say as you look past Taehyung at the rest of the pack that has gathered along his side. 

Jungkook’s eyes are round with worry, and he is nibbling on his lower lip and holding onto Jimin, who has the decency of looking somewhat ashamed of what has happened. 

Yoongi and Namjoon are the calmest looking of the bunch as they take everything in. Neither one of them knows what to do. They understand Taehyung’s reaction, especially with you being a new mate that hasn’t been marked. 

“Alpha Kim Taehyung-ssi, I will also be on your pack’s payroll, which makes me– just a staff member,” you say. 

Yoongi and Jungkook move to take a step forward but stop when you level them with a glare. Shaking your head, you walk backward to stand next to the driver. 

Then, as you bow to a full 90 degrees, you continue, “My apologies, Alpha Kim Taehyung-ssi, for overstepping my position. It won’t happen again.”

A chorus of voiced concerns comes from all the Alphas. You take a beat before you stand as tall as you can, your face straight and unyielding, and your scent morphing to lemon with a hint of mold.

Only three of them understand that you have gone into your Luna mode. Yoongi places a hand on the offending Alpha to signal him to keep his mouth shut. At the same time, a soft but unmistakable growl from the Prime Alpha is loud enough to be heard within the Alpha group.

“Since I am not a member of your staff currently, which grants me no regulations or benefits… I will find my way to Playmate Services. Prime Alpha, Alphas.”  

Spinning around, you give James a sympathetic smile and walk away. Pulling out your phone, you request an Uber.  You can hear scuffling, growling, and loud whispers. 

It’s not loud enough for your human ears to hear what is being said. At this point, you do not care (you do, but you don’t), and it slowly fades away as you reach the main gate.

Approaching the gate, you nod to the guard, asking to be let out the side door, when you notice he stops and looks behind you. 

Great, someone followed you. 

You are 100% sure it’s someone coming to force you to get into the van with them or apologize to Taehyung. Maybe even worse, having you get into the van with Taehyung so you are forced to be near him and apologize. 

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Reading yourself for whatever you need to do to hold your position and remain as far as possible from Mr. High-and-Mighty-I-am-an-Alpha-Tiger Kim Taehyung.

“Prin… Y/n… Miss Y/n,” says Yoongi with insecurity bleeding into his words.

You turn around and glare at him, waiting for him to tell you what he wants. Hands-on your hips, tapping your foot with a look of sternness but a hint of frustration, “What?”

“I understand you are upset at Taehyung-ah.” Your face glowers at the mention of the Alpha, but he continues, “Would you be okay if I went with you to the office?”

You continue to stand there and stare at him. You want time alone, to be away from them all, because it has been a lot. Even with how amazing it was last night with Seokjin and the compliments from this morning, Teahyung's actions knocked you off the cloud you were sitting on. 

“You… I want…My Alpha is screaming in my head that you are hurt and need to be with one of us,” Yoogi says firmly, but his eyes show he is actually concerned. 

You shift your weight to tell him to leave you alone. While you understand that his Alpha has instinctual needs, you are a big girl and can handle yourself. 

Before you can say anything, he adds, “More so, I would like to be by your side right now.” 

“Princess, I know you are mad at him, and not only do I understand, but so does the pack. Trust me, he is getting his own punishment from the pack right now.”

He takes a step forward. His tail is low, his hands grip the bottom of his shirt, and his ears are flat. “Please, Y/n-ah. My princess, allow me to come with you. I won’t say anything the whole way there.”

Hearing a car pull up near the gate, your phone dings at the arrival of your Uber. You turn around and step toward the gate; speaking over your shoulder, you say, “Not a word. Let’s go.”

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How the Dark Urge playthrough adds depth to the Astarion romance.

Hello, Tumblr! Welcome to my midnight dissertation on how the Durge romance scene adds a whole beautiful layer to the Astarion romance, because I can't stop thinking nonsense about a fictional character in a video game. Join me.

Also, spoilers ahead for the Dark Urge playthrough...obviously.

So, the Durge romance scene starts with your necrofabulous demon butler, Fel, showing up and saying some shit about your romanced companion.

I should also mention the timeline here, cause that's important. In my Durge playthrough, this scene triggered in the Mountain Pass. So we'd saved the Grove, went wilding in the Underdark, almost got roasted and toasted in Grymforge, couldn't fucking figure out how to get out of the Underdark (thanks for nothing, Halsin), so we go back up top and take the Mountain Pass. We then proceeded to completely miss the creche, stumble into Last Light Inn via being jumped by the Harpers, and save Isobel. (At this point in my playthrough, I knew I'd messed up because we hadn't found the creche, so I backtracked to the Mountain Pass.)

We had barely scratched the surface of the Shadowlands.

So, Fel is there talking shit. And if you're romancing Astarion he says: He is so afraid. So, so afraid. Of everyone, besides you, who he ought to fear most.

This shows that Astarion is already starting to feel ~feelings~ for your Durge, to his great discontent. You're something different, dare he even think it...special. Ew.

Again, this is before the majority of Shadowlands, before all the Thorm drama, way before Moonrise (at least in my playthrough) and That Bitch Araj.

Durge tells Fel to fuck off, and Fel says some more shit and Durge gets a dialog option that says: We are indomitable together. You underestimate us.

And I love that line because it shows Durge thinks of Astarion as an equal. Not something to fix, despite how broken the both of them are. But equal, and stronger because of it (insert some nonsense about two broken things being stronger together as one. It'll break your heart.)

Then, Fel responds to that dialog option with: You are wrong to consider another your equal. So, here is this child of a literal god - Bhaal - considering Astarion an equal. Yes, Durge doesn't know that yet, but I love the headcannon of the litteral child of a murder god looking at Astarion and going, yep I like you, let's go be chaotic and tragic together and maybe help eachother heal in the process.

So, Fel fucks off.

Durge wakes Astarion up and recounts what just happened and Astarion is Astarion about it, but then the Urge takes over and your Durge looses control. You wake up and are tied up by Astarion (but not like that) and he is obviously taking the situation more seriously after presumably seeing you pass out and lose it. Your Durge can pass a saving throw to resist the Urge and express that you understand what he's saying "Whatever this is. It won't win."

His response if you make the save is: "Easy now, darling. You've got this. And I've got you."

And don't tell me this dude doesn't care about Durge at this point, way before he admits it out loud once you get to Moonrise/speak with That Bitch Araj.

So, you get through the night and Astarion cuts you free once you're back in control and admonishes the Durge a bit and says they need to talk.

Astarion tells the Durge that they're not alone in this struggle and that he's there for them. He says "that's not who we are" when referring to the things they both did while under the control of an abusive authority figure. He says "we make our own choices, and you made the right one last night."

I love this whole scene because it really establishes the dynamic between Astarion and the Durge as a supportive one. A lot of Astarion’s romance involves the MC being in the role of the person providing support and reassurance, and I love that about the romance. I love that this masculine character is shown being vulnerable and that a part of his arc involves coming to terms with needing support (as a trauma survivor, myself, who had and still has a lot of toxic independence issues to deal with, I feel you.) But in this scene, we see a completely flipped dynamic that I think really adds a depth to the romance that can go missed if you don't do the Dark Urge playthrough.

Durge is the one in need of support and reassurance here, and Astarion provides it confidently and sincerely. He tells your Durge that they'll get through this, and that he will be there to "make sure" they do.

It's so ride or die, and I love it.

I could go on about all my headcannons in regards to how the Astarion and Durge romance progresses, but this nonsense has really gone on long enough. Apologies for the mindrot, I just adore well written characters.

My point is, go do a Dark Urge playthrough and romance Astarion!

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How Seventeen Act Around Their Crush (Gender Neutral)

& my first work for Seventeen too 💎 hope you enjoy this Carats 🥰

S.Coups

♡ You may not figure out that he likes you immediately, but let me just start by saying Mr. Choi Seungcheol would be THE SWEETEST suitor to you!!!

♡ He looks at you with the fondest smile whenever you guys talk, nodding attentively & making tons of mental notes of what you tell him.

♡ Will absolutely use that in conversations later, like you mention your pet so he asks if they would like this thing he saw or he was at that café near where they live & hey, didn't you say that was your favorite spot?

♡ Anyone who makes you sad WILL FEEL HIS WRATH. Even if you don’t see it, he’ll give them a look that signifies their impending doom 🥰

♡ You’re the only person that can make him laugh as hard as you do- cherish his happiness as he does yours 🥺

♡ Also, you’ll pretty much be able to get away with murder. Behavior that the other members could never get away with slides by from you like it’s nothing. Teasing him & addressing him more casually/softly is a special privilege that is yours & yours alone.

♡ If you do anything potentially risky/dangerous, expect to have Seungcheol hovering around you at the ready to swoop in & help you!

♡ He’s more energetic around you, wanting to show you his bright side & how well he plays with the members, not just the tough leader side people may think of. He wants you to know there’s a softer side to him. Also, expect lots of heart eyes if you take care of him & the other members too, like it’ll just make his day if you show your doting side so pls indulge him lots you might get to see smiley affectionate Seungcheol if you do ☺️

♡ Once you get close he’ll greet you with the warmest hug everrrr 🥺

♡ Your support means the world to him, so he’s always expressing how grateful he is when you’re in his company.

Jeonghan

♡ You're going to have moments where you question it, where he leaves your head positively spinning because he's Yoon Jeonghan, but yeah, you'll be able to figure it out.

♡ The way he looks at you alternates between a soft, joyous smile & a mischievous smirk, it all depends on the interaction you're having.

♡ Subconsciously plays with his hair a lot around you because he wants to look good but it also has the side effect of looking soooo flirty not that he would complain if he really thought about it

♡ Playfully nudges you a lot & teases you, little things like asking 'say/do that again' whenever you say something funny or do something that you're a little flustered/shy over.

♡ Elaborate hoops jumped through to learn things about you, like he'll casually bring up a show he knows you'll have seen so he can talk about the popular ships within so he can ask what you think about romance or what relationship dynamics you enjoy.

♡ Incredibly caring though, like if you mention using something a lot he'll buy some & throw it in his bag to whip out for you or offer you his jacket when it's cold!!!

♡ Claps for anything you do, especially if it's out of your comfort zone past teasing, like an actual effort for you. His smile is so genuine in that moment, you really feel his empathy.

♡ Alwaysss generous & sharing with you, totally the type to surprise you with something that made him think of you & anything on his plate is yours to swipe & only yours.

♡ Tries to convince you to join his side in every game because he needs you to win even though he totally doesn't, he just wants you to rule at his side 😏

♡ Jeonghan is the guy who purposely steals someone else’s seat when they get up so he can sit next to you & gradually scoots closer during the whole movie 🩵

Joshua

♡ Joshua may accidentally have you gaslighting yourself because does he like you or is it just a very unfortunate or fortunate ;) coincidence that he acts like a total romance lead every time you see him? (Spoiler alert: it is not.)

♡ He introduces himself so politely, saying how he hasn't met you before but is really happy to meet you, & wowza does this man know how to make eye contact. That & his sweet smile are already swoon-worthy & he hasn't even started trying yet GDVSCS

♡ Any time there's a split decision, Joshua asks the others 'hey, why not let (y/n) decide?', taking advantage of any bickering or confusion to subtly give you some power. He hopes you see that way that he values your decision & wants to learn about you.

♡ Joshua is always making sure you’re comfortable, telling you no pressure whenever he asks something of you or if you seem anxious. The first one to remind you that you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to especially if it’s just for a silly game or something!

♡ That’s probably how he breaks the touch barrier, reaching over & drawing a soothing circle on your back with his hand while comforting you or giving you a hug 🥲

♡ Also, moves you when you’re walking, pulling you a bit closer to him, as a bike goes by & tells you to be more careful so you don’t get hit ok?

♡ After you tell him your favorite song, he learns it in secret & just starts playing it on his guitar at the next gathering so he can see your surprised smile!

♡ Guaranteed he will text you to make sure you got home safe if he wasn’t there dropping you off 😭

♡ So nice if you ever apologize to him, he’ll repeatedly tell you you’re cool & probably say something like ‘you could never make me mad!!!’

♡ He’ll go between reenacting your favorite meme with you to dropping sweet words like ‘that’s why you’re my favorite, you get me 😌’ as if it was NOTHING

Jun

♡ Your first time meeting Jun, you'll just think he's super duper outgoing because he comes right up to you with a big smile on his face & introduces himself so wow, total social butterfly amiright? You may clue in on his interest if you manage to see that all that perking up is a direct result of your presence 👀

♡ Like, he could be sitting totally quiet & checked out, then in you walk & he practically bolts up, deadpan expression melting into a wide smile as he comes up to say hi.

♡ The first person to ask what you want to do whenever you visit the guys. Jun wants you to feel welcome not only with him but with the people he loves most!

♡ To break the ice, he shows you funny pictures of the other members & shares some laughs with you over them :3

♡ When he gets elected to go on the next snack run, he asks if you want to come for a breather from the crowd, then when you tag along he points out a bunch of city sights, helping you see a regular street like it's new again. All Jun can think about is how many other places he'd like to walk with you.

♡ Absolutely the type to pick a random little road flower & hand it to you 🥺

♡ He isn't super-duper-over-the-top-touchy-feely, but will definitely lean/fall on you when you guys are laughing super hard. May also pull the ol grab your hand to look at your nails/ring trick.

♡ If you don’t already speak Chinese, he’ll teach you the funniest sayings & maybe even things to say about the other guys too 👀 only you & Minghao get to know hehe

♡ Every time pictures get taken, Jun ends up next to you because he wants to see what you guys look like together please protect him!

♡ When you impress him, you’ll know because he looks at you with such awe & the cutest little wooow 🥹

Hoshi

♡ You're going to figure it out eventually whether it's his demeanor shift or the massive heart eyes he's always giving you.

♡ At first he's shy, hanging back a little, smiling & glancing at the ground with cute little nods at what you say that are just enough to encourage you- after all, he's not awkward, just comes across a little introverted.

♡ He quickly becomes comfortable as you chat & play with the guys more, & once you blend into the group he opens up like a wild sunflower, suddenly trying to impress you at any chance.

♡ Insists you be on his side/team for any of said icebreaker games under the pretense of wanting the new person or not wanting xyz other member but it's really just him wanting to sit by you 🥺

♡ Will do literally anything you ask. Go get you a water bottle because you don't want to get up? Done. Dare him to eat something weird before you do? Sure. You want him to teach you that ridiculous move you just saw on screen? Well, he'll sure as heck try!

♡ Honestly, he probably likes doing choreography bits hoping you'll think he looks cool, glancing over at you with a toothy smile as he does them. 100 percent will invite you to dance with him.

♡ From being so shy when you first met, comfortable Soonyoung will tentatively break touch barriers, starting with playful nudges & gradually working up to grabbing your hand to lead you places.

♡ Highkey this man wants to fall in love with his best friend, so you better believe you’re getting pulled into some ANTICS 😤 you’re going to become his ride or die!

♡ Even when he’s tired he seeks you out, telling you that time with you still feels like me time to him ☺️

♡ This man is all smiles when you’re around, trust me, you’re his sunshine ☀️

Wonwoo

♡ He's pretty good at hiding it from you if he wants to, but oh boy do the guys get a laugh because Wonwoo is never like this with anyone but you.

♡ He's an introverted guy, right? Quiet. Not unfriendly by any means, but not exactly outgoing either. Doesn't like the spotlight. So tell the guys why he is approaching you right away trying to get to know you 🤡

♡ What a menace, this guy probably immediately apologizes for the other guys, throwing them under the bus just to get to see you laugh.

♡ Wonwoo pretty much takes you under his wing from there, leading you through the chaos, introducing you to anyone else you don't know, & all the while subtly laying a claim to you bold.

♡ He'll make jokes about you, too, but only things he's seen you laugh at. Like if you tell him your family's had a running joke about you being clumsy for a long time with mirth in your eyes, then ok, he's going to teasingly tell you don't drop that & the like.

♡ Recommends things he thinks you’ll like, whether it’s books, songs, or a movie he saw recently. It helps him figure you out & gives you common ground to bond over later!

♡ All the supposed cool confident behavior kinda goes out the window if you’re a physically affectionate person though, like if you get touchy feely with Wonwoo that’s when he’ll get a bit more shy, just quietly smiling to himself.

♡ He wants to spend more time with you, so he’ll try to include or invite you into more one on one things, even if it’s just a quick errand.

♡ Does the most adorable attentive head tilt when you’re talking to him!!!!

♡ Probably also puts his glasses on you because he thinks it would look so cute bye 🥺

Woozi

♡ This is an interesting case, because it seems like you wouldn’t know with him, but there’s actually a pretty good chance you will. He tries to hide it, but he also doesn't know how to act when he has feelings lol

♡ The first time you meet him, he just straight-up looks a bit surprised you exist because holy crap you're really pretty what does he do with that??? Then the more you come around he just is shy 🥺

♡ It's so cute, every time you visit he always asks how you are. It comes out slightly awkward to him, but it makes you feel like he cares, too.

♡ Gets so embarrassed the first time you catch him practicing on his guitar not realizing how !!! that is. He shyly asks if you have any songs you'd like him to play once you acknowledge this new skill you've learned he has.

♡ He'll sing for you, but he just can't look you in the eye while he does it because his heart will explode ok? 🥺

♡ Makes absolutely hilarious comments off to the side, usually at a volume only you can hear so you guys can share a private laugh.

♡ Does goofy stuff, but only for you. The encouragement & grin you give him are worth the embarrassment of the action for sure!

♡ Would love to learn from you, so open up about your skills & Jihoon will have a bunch of questions for you. He's so smart too he'll ask really good ones, really trying to think deeply about your passions.

♡ Smiles so big once you break the touch barrier omg it'll be some of the happiest you see him I promise just do it!!!

♡ Purposely walks next to you on a chilly evening so he can 'spur of the moment' offer you his jacket 'you know, if you needed it since you looked sort of cold & I'm not really...' then once again looks so happy & proud at the sight of you in his jacket, goes from 🥺 to 😏 real quick!

DK

♡ Yeah, you're going to know.

♡ He literally trips & falls the moment he sees you, prompting a reverse kdrama moment where you catch him, but he's such a good sport about it he just bursts out laughing & you do too so hey it wasn't all bad right???

♡ Pretty much follows you around after that, sticking by you & chatting a whole bunch but you can't complain because he makes you feel really comfortable & is super down-to-earth about it, listening as well as he talks.

♡ Gets so goofy around you, but it's cute so he gets a pass FDGSVCHSD 'Oh (y/n), I think you dropped this! *reaches into pocket, pulling out a finger heart & grinning*'

♡ Any hobby you have, he wants to try it too, preferably with you teaching him. Especially if it's something hands-on where you'll have to guide him 👀 but mostly because the things you love are a piece of you & he wants to experience that!!!

♡ Uses your name a lot because it shows how much he likes you & that your name is special to him!

♡ Seokmin adores doing funny skits with you, please play along & do the little voices with him it’ll make him so happy 😊

♡ Accidentally grabs your hand once while laughing really hard & it lives rent free in his mind because you don’t pull away so the gears are always turning in his head now how he’s going to recreate that 🥲

♡ Has a mental tally going with evidence of if you like him or not, but he second guesses himself & starts to try to find ways to test it like watching if you do the same things to the other guys

♡ He is just forever excited to see you, will always be bouncing on his heels to greet you & invite you to sit by him!!!

Mingyu

♡ You'll know pretty soon because he wants you to know. Uh, duh, how else is he going to date you???

♡ Glances at you a lot & also tries to catch you looking/staring if you are. If you guys meet eyes by chance, he'll wink & if you burst out laughing or get giggly his heart will melt.

♡ Suddenly goes macho mode, insisting electing to become the one who moves things out into the room & opens things up, probably also stretching the truth a bit by saying oh yeah, the guys always come to him for stuff like this.

♡ Conversations he is in become conversations you are involved in, as Mingyu will find any possible way to bring you into them even in the most mundane cases ever like people could be talking about the weather & he can still find a tie-in.

♡ Puts on an act of some retro bit just so he can take you by the hand & lead you somewhere gingerly but smoothly gliding with you, fingers tightening just so over yours.

♡ Will dramatically run a hand through his hair 'when you're not looking, the whole time internally trying not to be like 👀 straight at you

♡ Total flirt, like the type to say 'is that a challenge?' at any possible opportunity & playfight with you!

♡ Loves making things for you! Absolutely expect Mingyu to try his hand at whipping up a snack you like by hand because it's that much more personal that way 😌

♡ Playfully steals things from you & runs away, but not very fast because he wants you to catch him ❤️

♡ Despite all the flirting, he actually prefers non-appearance compliments because those are more genuine in his mind. Instead of telling you you look pretty, he'll more often compliment how much fun you are to be around or how intelligent you were when you figured something out!

The8

♡ DGFGDCSCVSGHCSVS you ain't gonna know shit at least not at first. Don't worry, he's super nice, you just won't be able to discern special treatment immediately like you could with some of the other guys!!!

♡ The type to want to get to know you before really considering having legit feelings for you, so he'll watch how you interact with others, making sure you're kind & respectful, then will ask you some questions too.

♡ One thing he'll probably want to know about you is what your goals are & your livelihood. He'll try his best to slip in a compliment to what you do & relate to it if he can find a connection.

♡ Definitely not the 'let you win games' kind of crush, he's gonna make you work for it 💀 but it'll be a laugh even if it's a little at your expense shhh

♡ Conversely if he feels like anyone is teasing you too hard he'll tell them to stop right away & probably check on you afterward too 🥺

♡ You become a muse for him, so he probably asks if he can take your picture if you wear something cool, strike an interesting pose, pick a flower, anything photogenic. That picture becomes an important memento to him, too, though, not just a symbol of the world's beauty.

♡ Wants you to know you can come to him with advice, opening up to you & showing your opinion a lot of respect to encourage that dynamic with you.

♡ Has tea ready for you every time you visit 🥺 learns exactly how you like it so he just pours it & makes it like your personal barista every time!!!

♡ Not afraid to very bluntly ask deep questions like if you believe in an afterlife, what's the most important character trait to you, what legacy would you most like to leave behind in the world, because those are important & any partner of his would be involved in plenty of late discussions like that.

♡ Minghao wants to experience nature with you, so he'll probably invite you outside or to share a beautiful view with him because he loves the way your face lights up & the wonderful sight reflects in your eyes 😌

Seungkwan

♡ It is Seungkwan's mission for you to NOT!!! KNOW!!! He likes you! Because that's embarrassing!!! But also he really really wants you to like him so 🤷🏻‍♀️

♡ Man is so incredibly smiley around you please 😭 he lights up whenever you walk into the room & will gradually head over to you because again, he is not obvious not at all.

♡ Cracks so many jokes around you because hey, funny people are cool, right? & also he's just a natural comedian anyway. Feels his chest grow four sizes when it works & you're laughing lots around him.

♡ You will never want a single thing while Seungkwan is around. He'll fetch you a drink, grab anything you want to try for you, go get a chair for you, totally bring the whole party to your sector if you look like you're feeling isolated.

♡ Very very shyly works on breaking the touch barrier starting with a simple 'oh hey, you have a little something...here, let me get it' & working up to putting a hand on your arm in mock condolence or when addressing you in conversation.

♡ Hypes you THE HECK UP!!! You're so good at what you do, you did so good at that song/dance, you're really nice he's having a great time talking to you fyi. If you take the spotlight, he'll be like your personal Vanna White.

♡ If you start hyping him up or getting touchy-feely though, Seungkwan will become a blushy, flustered mess so fast & mess up his next three attempts at a sentence 🥺

♡ LOVES to have little running jokes with you, anything that feels like it's special to you two just makes Seungkwan's heart go 💗 & makes him feel connected to you so he'll never let those jokes die.

♡ Will try to compliment your appearance, but will have to recover from his jaw dropping & will be super shy about it!!!

♡ No matter what, he'll take time to talk to you & you alone, paying full attention to what you're saying so hopefully you feel special, worth his time, & like you're truly connecting.

Vernon

♡ Discreet king. You won't be able to figure out his feelings until you want him to, but that's also because he's lowkey hard as shit to read lol

♡ Vernon is a little awkward with you, but in the endearing way where he's just really kind in a guy-next-door way so that's how you assume he is, like his swag attempts just fall flat which he realizes is a good thing anyway because pretense is gross.

♡ Once that hits he realizes he just got in his own head, calming down & just asking you some good old-fashioned questions like what you do for a living & what you enjoy doing because that's a better way of seeing if you guys actually connect & Vernon personally needs more of a foundation than 'hey look someone pretty'.

♡ One of his first questions is probably what kind of music you listen to because A. it's good icebreaker stuff, not weird B. everyone likes to talk about their favorite music C. it'll give Vernon a lot of insight into you & give you a great diving board for common ground.

♡ He's so easygoing with compliments, he doesn't realize how smooth he is sometimes. It's just so casual, like 'hey, I like that shirt. looks good on you :)'.

♡ Subtly tries to flex how well he knows you by answering questions in your stead, like asking for your favorite drink in front of you when another member starts offering drinks.

♡ Wants to know your thoughts on anyyyyyything before it gets done. Practically lets you make decisions for him because he doesn't really care...except suddenly he cares what you think 🤔

♡ One hundred percent the type to send you memes he found. You basically become his meme reviewer & he acts like you're the only one who gets them please feel special it's an honor ok?

♡ Not a toucher, but will lend you his headphones & put them on your head himself & make it feel strangely intimate & heart-fluttering as he slides them gently in place.

♡ Vernon is the only one allowed to sit next to you on movie nights, he doesn't make the rules except oh wait, he does oopsie 😘

Dino

♡ Dino would be such an interesting mix of forward & not obvious when it comes to showing his feelings 🤔

♡ Mr. Passion over here makes it HIS LIFE MISSION to talk to you & seem really cool & make you laugh & make you his.

♡ Walks so confidently up to you & introduces himself, completely nailing the first impression. Turns around so happy from your first successful conversation he walks into a table.

♡ Makes a point to bring up in conversation how he's been really working on vocal training in hopes you'll ask him to sing you something 👀

♡ Very encouraging, tries to get you to share in his spotlight half as a way to make you feel confident too & half to connect you & him in everyone's minds. Like if they ask him to perform something, you become his assistant/partner/congrats, you're getting dragged up to do it too.

♡ Probably takes up juggling or some shit so he has another cool party trick to bust out in front of you lmao

♡ The type to come up to you at a gathering if you look bored or lonely & pull you onto the dance floor because that will not do at all!

♡ As energetic as he can be, he holds your hands SO. GENTLY!!! The first time you guys dance, it's like you're made of the most precious substance known to man & he wouldn't dare cause a single bit of harm to it.

♡ Laughs at all of your jokes, even if he doesn't think they were that funny 🤫 & tries to learn your humor style so he can joke with you accordingly!

♡ When you walk together, offers to link arms like a gentleman, though in truth his heart is beating out of his chest when he does 💗 it's worth it when you agree & he gets to pull you close, looking at you like you're the most special thing he's seen & his resolve to complete his mission solidifies that much more.

[slut4sohee]

wet dreamz

pairing. jiung x reader

summary. you make a bold move and jiung’s wet dreams come true

wc. like 908

warnings. slight smut, like real slight; sexual content; set in high school so underage sex; first time; grammatical errors because they are passing notes

a/n. wrote this purely for fun so it’s not put together very well; also heavily based on the j.cole song

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you had the biggest crush on jiung.

but so did a lot of other people and it lowkey irritated you. it made sense though; he was kind, attractive, respectful, shy and awkward but in an endearing way. he made you actually look forward to school, especially math class (and you would lowkey be depressed whenever he didn't show up).

the two of you were passing notes in class, as always, you were telling about him about the gossip between the students in your class.

‘yo Isaac and Hana having sex is kinda crazy. I thought he went with Jordan??’ he wrote after reading the gossip.

‘right?? apparently Isaac wanted to fuck but Jordan wanted to wait and Hana had a thing for him so that's how they ended up doing the do’

‘that's actually insane, how do you even know all of this’

‘high schoolers love to run their mouths’

‘true’

a question popped into your head and before you knew it, curiousity took over your body. you were writing it down then passing the paper to him.

‘have u ever had sex before?’

you glanced at him reading the note but quickly averted your gaze when the anxiety suddenly hit.

the paper slid into your line of sight:

‘ofc I've had sex before. I'm sumn like a pro tbh’

you weren't gonna lie, reading his note broke your heart a little, but i mean who wouldn't want to fuck him.

‘oh rlly? lmk how much of a pro you are then... my mom’s gone for the weekend’ you wrote back.

your stomach dropped as you watched him read the note from the corner of your eye. you don't know where this boldness came from but if it got you a moment with jiung, you weren't mad at it.

‘word?’

sparklers erupted in your stomach. you wanted to jump up and down but you had to be cool, ‘yeah i'll text you the addy’.

𖨆♡𖨆

jiung had the biggest crush on you.

i mean who wouldn't, you were funny, kind, caring, smart, gorgeous and not to mention your body.

you were the reason why math was his favorite class. you two used to talk and make jokes in the back of the class until the teacher got mad and said she'd separate you if you didn’t stop. so you resorted to exchanging notes.

the notes you would pass were initially innocent; cracking jokes, making fun of the teacher, gossiping, talking about interests. until you asked the question that changed your dynamic forever. ‘have u ever had sex before?’

jiung froze. he could feel his body getting hot, his heart rate increasing, and his blood rushing to his special place. he had to stop himself from daydreaming right there and then in that math class. but he had to play it cool, he didn't want to look like a lame bozo, so he wrote back ‘ofc i've had sex before. i'm sumn like a pro tbh.’ he was lying like fuck but you didn't know that.

‘oh rlly? lmk how much of a pro you are then... my mom’s gone for the weekend’

jiung couldn't believe his eyes; he was going to have sex with you this weekend. it was something he could only dream of, literally. it all seemed so surreal.

for the rest of class he had to repeatedly stop himself from daydreaming so he wouldn't sport an erection.

on the way home, he stopped to buy condoms; because you know, he had to be prepared.

that night, he did his research (he watched porn and went on reddit). he wanted to know how to please you in a way that didn't scream “virgin!”

come saturday, jiung thought his heart was going to jump out his chest and run away. he spent the whole way hoping and praying. hoping he was big enough for you, hoping that he moved well enough for you to not know he was a virgin, and praying that he lasted long enough (he rubbed one out before going to meet you because reddit said that would help him last longer). the closer he got to your door, the more he forgot how to walk.

when you opened the door, it took everything in him to not bust right then and there. what you were wearing was very revealing. he tried his best to not look at your ass and thighs when you led him upstairs to your room.

in your bedroom, where the action began, he was feeling on you, just doing what he was advised. and he figured it was working because you started feeling warmer, gasping and moaning. he got on top and you started unbuckling his belt and rubbing on him.

you were making him feel so good and soon enough he couldn't take it anymore.

he pulled out the condom and put it on as smoothly as he practiced (yes, he practiced that).

before he filled you up, you stopped him looking as shy as ever.

“there's probably something i should tell you before we do this: i can tell you're experienced and everything but i’m still a virgin so please be gentle.”

hearing those words from your lips basically made all of his nervousness disappear. the fact that you were also a virgin and that he didn't seem like a virgin to you eased his anxiety and definitely boosted his confidence.

“don't worry baby, i’ll be gentle...”

[confess2father]

"Daddy's Good Little Whore"

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A loving Daddy/daughter relationship gets darker. When Daddy shows her skills at a poker game, she displays her love of molestation and pain.

A CNC Fantasy. Note: The author does not condone incest, or sexual activities with minors. This is a fantasy, with adult characters playing a Daddy/daughter ageplay dynamic. They are NOT related, the word “Teen” refers to 18 years of age, the word "school" refers to College, and “Daddy” is a term of endearment, not any indication of relation.

I was sitting in front of the vanity mirror in my bedroom, slowly brushing my long chestnut brown hair. I needed to look perfect for Daddy, as I knew that when he came to tuck me into my beautiful purple canopied bed, he would use me. Just thinking about having Daddy inside of my body again made tingles run up and down my spine. I love him so much, and whenever he makes love to me I feel so fulfilled. It’s been a year since he first told me that only good little daughters can give their Daddies’ special love, and ever since he has been training me how to be better at pleasing him and making him happy. I do anything and everything Daddy tells me to, and I’ve never felt so loved and complete.

I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself wistfully. I wish I had boobs like other girls my age, but I just had two tiny little bumps. Daddy says he loves them, but still… Like my almost non-existent boobs, the rest of me was tiny as well. I turned around and looked at my bottom, and my long but skinny legs with disapproval. I was JUST BARELY over 5 feet tall, and only weighed 89 pounds so I had none of the curves the other girls at school had… I gave myself a wry smile, knowing that Daddy married my Mommy because she was a tiny, skinny girl like me.

Thinking about Mommy made me sad… We were such a happy family until a drunk driver took her away from us. After she passed, Daddy and I grew closer and closer, doing everything together until we became lovers, and then finally I became his sexual slave and property. I was just too young to remember their wedding, but Daddy told me how much I was like her the first time we made love. I just get off pleasing him with my little body and tight young holes, and just seeing the look of joy on his face as he fills me with his reward was enough for me at first.

When Daddy and I became lovers, I was conflicted; I had all these feelings that I couldn’t understand. I started reading on the internet and all of the sudden something clicked in my head.

That night, when Daddy came in to fuck the snot out of me after a long day at work, I told him of my discovery. It took quite a while as I explained what I felt… At the end of my long explanation I said “Daddy… I want you to OWN me. I want to be your property, your slave. Violate me, sodomize me, punish me… I just NEED to BELONG to you.” Damn. I'll remember that night for the rest of my life. He TOLD me what to do, and obeying him with a “Yes Daddy” still makes my little heart want to burst from my chest. He fucked me so many times that night, using all of my little holes, I was sore for days. My body belonged to him, and I fucking loved it. Days later, when I received my first punishment, it opened a whole new world for me and my Daddy; together, we discovered I was a pain slut as well! My tiny bottom would rise to MEET the agony of the paddle; and when it was all done, and I was a weeping ball quivering on the bedroom floor, I felt so COMPLETE, knowing I was enduring the torment for HIM. All I could do was whisper “Thank you Daddy. Thank you Daddy.” over and over as the torment of the beating echoed through my tender nerve endings.

I heard Daddy coming up the stairs and I jumped up, lifted my nightgown, and slid my cotton “Hello Kitty” panties down my slender thighs and then over my tiny ankles. Letting my nightgown drop back down just as the door opened. I fell to my knees, my eyes cast down, my feet together and pointed straight out, exactly the way he trained me. When he said “You're a good girl tonight.” I felt my pussy get incredibly wet. I always gush when I please him, and I began our “ritual” just the way he trained me. I looked up at him, a pleading needy little girl, and begged. “Daddy… May I pleeeease suck your cock?” I waited. If I didn't get the inflection just right, if I didn't look sufficiently desperate for his cock in my young mouth, I might get a backhand slap to teach me.

Actually to be honest, sometimes I'd fuck up intentionally. The training slaps didn't really hurt, but reminded me how completely he owns me, that I belong to him as property. Sometimes, he would beat me almost senseless, and the mere feeling of suffering for him made me cum HARD! I was a thing, an object he OWNED outright like his car. But I knew I was also his priceless princess and he loved me more than anything in the whole world. He reached down, putting his finger under my chin and lifting my head slightly saying; “Yes, little one… you may.” I wiggled happily at the sound of his satisfied voice.

Excitedly, I undid his belt, and after he had slipped off his shoes, I pulled his slacks and underwear down so he could step out of them. His cock was already hard and throbbing for me, and I held the shaft in one hand, and cupped his balls with the other. I could feel how heavy and full they were, and my mouth watered. I was always torn between swallowing his wonderful sperm, feeling him flood my mouth over and over with the issue of his orgasm, or feeling him pulsate and throb deep inside of my pussy, filling my hairless pussy with hot Daddy seed… But Daddy came wherever HE wanted to; I really had no say at all.

I took him into my mouth with the reverence I have come to feel for his massive cock. I've never seen another man’s cock in my life, but I go on the internet a LOT to be a better slave to him and Daddy is BIG. My moist lips slid over the head of his cock and I was rewarded with the taste of his pre-cum. Just tasting it made my pussy gush and quiver, and my eyes almost rolled back in my head like a shark when it feeds. As my lips slid further down his shaft, I used my tiny right hand as an extension of my mouth, twisting it as my head bobbed slowly up and down. “GOD” I thought to myself; “I could do this 24 hours a day if he let me.” His hands were on my head, and I sucked harder; my cheeks bellowing inwards as I longed to suck every cell of seed from the heavy balls in my left hand. My tongue expertly massaged the sensitive underside of his cock, and when he moaned and pushed my head hard on his cock moaning, I nearly came myself. Damn, I was so close.

He pulled my head off of his cock and tilted it up until we were eye-to-eye. “You love sucking my cock, don’t you? You're such a little cumslut. Your cunt is always hungry for my sperm.” A wave of submission washed through my soul. I looked at him with my piercing, blue eyes as I replied; “Daddy, I was BORN to suck your cock. Without your sweet sperm inside of me, I have no reason to live.” I gave the head of his cock a loving kiss… my tiny tongue working the hole at the tip. I kissed his cock passionately, showing my submission and absolutely complete love to my Daddy. I was still looking up into his eyes, and the way he looked back at me… I could feel it in my heart, I was so utterly in love with my Daddy, and I worshipped his gloriously huge cock.

“Spread, you little slut” he commanded, and I joyfully stood up and let my nightgown fall to the floor. I could see myself in the mirror; my bald young pussy glistening with dampness between my long slender legs. “Yes Daddy” I replied as I scurried onto my bed. I got in the center of the bed on my back, and then grabbed behind my knees, pulling them to my shoulders and lifting my legs into the air to present all my holes to my Daddy. Daddy got on the bed between my legs, his cock only inches from the holes I ached to please him with. “GOD Daddy, I am YOURS… Wreck all of my little holes… I NEED you inside of me, I am your cum dump for life. Please… use me” I whimpered. The need and desperation on my face were totally obvious. If he stood up and left me here I would just fucking DIE. I wanted to please him so badly it actually HURT. I needed to be violated, I needed to be punished, and most of all I needed to obey and serve to feel whole.

He rubbed the tip of his cock on my clit, and I whimpered. He slid it down my hairless pussy, then over my pink little rosebud. Then he slid it back up. Up and down, up and down… I was helplessly waiting for him to decide how he would violate my tender flesh tonight. I belonged to him so completely at that moment… my legs were in the air for him to use however he wanted. I bit my quivering lower lip in nervous anticipation. I did not care which hole he picked, just as long as he used my body to cum in. As long as he was buried in my body when he came, and every drop entered me, I would be the happiest little girl in the whole wide world. Not caring which hole he selected, I said “Oh Daddy, fuck me anywhere, fuck me and make it hurt… Let me know you own me.”

He pushed his huge cock against my pussy, and I felt my opening stretch as I accommodated his girth. As I welcomed him into my body, I looked at him with wide eyes and whimpered; “Thank you Daddy… Thank you for allowing me to be your fuckmeat.” As Daddy bottomed out inside my soaking wet pussy, my heart was as filled with love as my pussy was stuffed with cock. Lying on my back, holding my legs in the air for my Daddy, and being his cum dumpster was so completely fulfilling to me… His cock slid in and out of my diminutive body, and the little girl he had raised for so many years had become his personal whore. His huge body and barrel chest on top of my tiny frame made me feel secure as his cock claimed my body and soul again.

Daddy growled in my ear; “What a little cum dump… I am going to fill you with my seed, you dirty little whore.” He was fucking me HARD, and every deep penetration used my teen womb as a punching bag. In my bliss, I replied “Yes Daddy… FUCK. Violate me, molest your little girl and fill her with your seed… I am just your cock sleeve.” He thrust in out of me like a machine; his cock was like a piston in his personal engine of torment. The pain, degradation and humiliation were so overwhelming , I came. “Hurt… Hurt me Daddy!” I wailed in sheer pleasure. I came so hard, my pussy clamped down on Daddy’s cock like a vice. He was so deep inside of me… I was gripping him tightly as my pussy convulsed with ecstasy over and over again. My little toes were balled up like fists and my legs shook uncontrollably. It was SO intense! I closed my eyes, but still saw flashes of light as my body gripped Daddy’s huge cock. His cock punished my cervix painfully with every thrust. I was barely able to breathe as I looked at him, my eyes so wide and said “Dear GOD… Daddy… I’m cumming.. so hard… I’m sorry….” I knew I fucked up, cumming without asking and getting permission, but my body had betrayed me. Daddy gave me an orgasm that felt like a sledgehammer of pleasure landing squarely between my legs.

My convulsing pussy - still in the throes of an incredible orgasm brought my beloved Daddy to the edge… I felt him expand inside of me, and new I was going to be blessed with his seed. My Daddy, my OWNER, and the Love of my Life was going to give me the most wonderful gift… I couldn’t help it. I TRIED to ask; “Daddy... May I… May I…” but before I could get permission, I felt him pulsate and throb powerfully deep inside of my body. I could actually feel the powerful spurt of his seed as the warm stream of sperm struck my cervix. I screamed as I came again. I was convulsing all over his cock as he pulsated in me repeatedly, each time filling me with more and more of the most precious thing in the world; My Daddy’s seed. Knowing my worthless body had been rewarded with his cum filled my soul… I had pleased the only man in the world that mattered, and I whispered “Yes, Oh GOD yes… let me be your cum dump, I can feel it so warm and wonderful in my womb. I was BORN to be your little cock sleeve.”

He finished inside of me, and I felt so wonderful to have taken his gift. He stayed inside me as he always did, his cock still twitching slowly, and looked me in the eyes. “You know there will be punishment for cumming without permission, don’t you?” he asked. I bit my lower lip and nodded, then said “Yes Daddy, I do… punish me any way you want, I belong to you.” He smiled and I swear his eyes twinkled. “I will, my little girl… but right now, I just want to hold you and love you.” He kissed me lovingly and deeply, our tongues intertwining. His cock was still draining his love into my pussy, and I was so happy, I cried. I had the most wonderful Daddy in the world and I would do ANYTHING to please him.

I showered his face with kisses, thanking him over and over again. Knowing he would punish me thoroughly made my little heart swell up in my chest. “Oh DADDY… I love it SO MUCH when you take me and fill me with cum… I love you.” He kissed me again, and slowly withdrew his cock. My hand darted between my legs to hold all of his precious seed inside of me, and then as I was trained, I used my fingers to clean myself, scooping out his delicious sperm with my fingers then licking and sucking them clean. I always made an erotic show out of my cleaning, just something I thought of during my training, and I knew it excited Daddy to see his little girl slowly eating his thick sperm from her pussy. I savored each and every drop as if it were the finest ambrosia.

No longer leaking, I took my place on the floor, knelt and began to clean his softening cock with my mouth. He withdrew, and went to the bathroom to start the shower. Before following him, I pushed my pillow between my legs and squeezed. I loved to smell the scent of Daddy’s sex as I went to sleep every night. I followed Daddy into the shower, as he had taught me to do. I knelt in front of him, having the privilege of washing his magnificent manhood. I soaped it up, holding it against my cheek. I cleaned it with more reverence, worship, and devotion than a Catholic would give the Cup of Christ.

Daddy looked down at me when I finished, and said “Abby, time to begin your punishment.” I looked up at him with wide eyes and said “Yes Daddy, I was such a bad girl… Punish me. Make me your GOOD little girl again.” I wriggled in excitement, knowing it would hurt, and I could suffer for him. The feelings I got while enduring pain FOR HIM were incredible. I hoped for a really harsh beating; they actually made me cum, especially extreme pussy spankings – which drove me over the edge EVERY time. He looked at me, one eyebrow lifted as he considered his options, then reached through the shower curtain into a drawer under the sink. When I saw that he had my largest butt plug in his hand, I bit my lower lip. I thought to myself “FUCK, this one really HURTS!”, but I immediately turned around and bent over, my feet apart as far as the shower would allow and grabbed my skinny ankles in my hands. Daddy lubed up the plug, and my pink rosebud, and shoved the plug into my unprepared ass.

The pain of the insertion was blinding, and the plug was so big, it was just short of actually tearing my flesh apart. Even after the pain of the insertion, my whole body sang in torment. “Daddy… It hurts me so much… Thank you.” It did, it was truly painful, and I knew it would get worse. I was suffering badly, but I was suffering for Daddy, and that made it such a delectable torment. Every bolt of pain in my young, teen ass would remind me of how completely I had given myself to him. I was truly thankful.

Still bent over, I felt my Daddy’s cock, hard again enter my pussy from behind. Grabbing my long hair, he pulled me onto his cock. He fucked me hard, viciously… As if he were raping me. I was his captive helpless cum slave, and I just took it. The pain in my bottom, and his hard cock using my cervix as a punching bag made me shiver with delight even as I wept. Through my tears, I cried “Oh FUCK YES Daddy… RAPE ME, hurt me. Cum in me and throw me on the floor like garbage.” Being abused and raped by my Daddy was so incredibly exciting… “GOD, I am such a little whore for Daddy” I thought to myself as he used me. The pain prevented me from having an orgasm, but I did not care. Being used like a fleshlight by Daddy as I suffered for him was enough for me. I LIVED for this.

After he voided his balls into me, he said “You will be wearing that plug all day… until my friends come over. It’s Poker tonight.” I looked at my Daddy lovingly and said “Yes Daddy, and I am so sorry for cumming without permission, I promise I will be your good little girl from now on.” He gave me the strangest look and his eyes twinkled as he said; “We will see, Abby… We WILL see.” After we dried off, Daddy took me in his arms and told me how much he loved me, how precious I was to him. No matter how violently he violated me, raped me, or punished me, we had a bond of love between us that was unbreakable. We kissed and caressed each other for a very long time. Feeling our love while enduring the plug for him… reveling in my own pain and suffering for him was the most incredible feeling in the world.

He used me a lot today, more than usual, and that was already a lot. I could never cum because of that damned butt plug, but just being on my knees to him, swallowing his sperm, or having his huge body dwarfing mine on top of me as he filled my pussy with his seed was enough for me. All I ever wanted was more and more of Daddy’s sperm. Every time he came, I knew I had pleased him and that he alone was more than I will ever need. When the time for his poker friends to arrive approached, he said “Go put on your nightgown and get ready for bed, little one.” Desperation filled my face as I thought to myself; “OMG, Did Daddy forget about this plug? It hurts me.” But I knew Daddy would not forget, he was really teaching me a lesson, as I would NEVER be able to sleep. Still, my suffering made me feel completely owned, and that was such a comfort to me, I smiled brightly and said “Yes Daddy… I love you.” He came over, and held me tight, saying “I love you too… Remember that.”

I went to my bedroom, took off my clothes and put on my nightgown. Just in case Daddy wanted me after his friends left, I slid my panties down, pulled them over my feet and put them in my laundry basket. I kept wondering what he meant when he said “Remember that” right after he said “I love you”… How could I ever forget THAT? He was my life, he was my Daddy, and he was my OWNER… I buried my face in my pillow and inhaled. I smelled the maleness and scent of Daddy in my pillow, and all was good again.

I could hear everything in the house from my bedroom. The doorbell rang, and four men entered, all of them saying “Hello John, how’s it going?” or something like that, as they greeted each other. Daddy led them to the table where the cards and poker chips were, and I could hear them talking. I could make out the words some of the time… I guess the guy facing away from the bedroom hallway was the one I could never make out clearly. I heard glass clinking, so I knew Daddy had probably brought out the “good stuff” for his friends. I hugged my pillow, and inhaled deeply smelling Daddy and already missing his constant companionship. I sat up when I heard him call out; “Abby, come out here and make us a bowl of chips!”

“In my nightgown? In front of strangers?” I thought to myself. There was only a moment of thought before I automatically obeyed, the way a good girl should. Walking carefully so that they would not notice I had a huge butt plug still buried deep in my ass, I walked out and saw all of the men’s eyes go wide when they saw my tiny body. One of the men said “Wow John, you must be so proud to have such a beautiful daughter”. All the other men at the table nodded, obviously being super polite and not say anything inappropriate. I stood up straight and tall, wanting to make Daddy proud of me. He introduced them one by one, Tim, James, Carl, and Robert. We all exchanged “Hello’s.” Daddy nodded when I asked if I should make a bowl of chips and dip. Walking to the kitchen, I grabbed a bowl, and filled it with some cheddar Ruffles. I got a bowl of Daddy’s favorite onion dip too.

When I came back to the table, the men were looking at me VERY differently. One of them had his mouth open in amazement. I looked around as Daddy said “I was telling them that we have been fucking for over a year, and training you as my slave.” I knew Daddy was showing me off, and I always want him to be proud of me, so I immediately said “Yes Daddy, You own me COMPLETELY. I do ANYTHING you say, and I love it!” James slapped his forehead in disbelief, Carl said “John… She is so TINY… Really?” Tim kept saying “You lucky bastard.” over and over. Robert finally started laughing, saying “Guys, we’re being punked. There is NO Way John is fucking that little girl, just fucking no way. That was a funny joke, John, you almost had me.”

Daddy smiled, that twinkle in his eyes making another appearance, and simply said to me; “Strip. Kneel. Suck.”

I was in as much shock as the men at the table. Was he SERIOUS? I only hesitated for a second. It WAS the proper tone of a command. It WAS my Daddy. He WAS my owner. I never even THOUGHT of disobeying him, only making sure he was not joking. I slipped my nightgown over my shoulders and let it fall to the carpet. Seeing my nubile body naked, the men were all making comments. I waited a second to let them see my body, and proceeded to my next command.

If falling to your knees in a PERFECT slave position were an Olympic event, I would have brought home a gold medal. Toes pointed so perfectly, you would have needed a protractor to detect any error. Body position perfect, back arched just so, head with a slight downward cast, shoulders high…

Then the final command, “Suck.” I unbuckled Daddy’s belt and let his slacks fall down. I pulled his briefs down, and took his cock and balls into my hands. My mouth slowly engulfed him, and I began to give the most erotic blowjob of my life. Sucking, licking, my entire body moved sensuously. I knew I was making Daddy proud of me. As a matter of fact, once Daddy’s cock was in my mouth, it was kind of HOT having all these men see what a whore I am for my Daddy. One of the things I AM allowed to do that I love is to beg. I looked at him eye-to-eye and loudly asked “Daddy, will you pleeeease cum in my wittle mouth? I love it so much.” Someone at the table said “Oh, my fucking GOD, I can’t believe this!”

Daddy looked down at me and said “No. Spread.” I gave Daddy’s cock the loving goodbye kiss I always do, laid down on my back, grabbed the inside of my knees and displayed my holes for my Daddy’s use. Daddy reached down and pulled the plug from my ass. It hurt, but I refused to whimper. I asked in my littlest little girl voice; “Daddy… Am I a good girl now?” Carl looked at it as Daddy removed it and said “Good fucking GOD, John… You put that monster thing in that little girl’s ASS?” Daddy looked at me and said “Tell them, Abby.” I knew what Daddy wanted me to say, we were so close. I said “Well, it does two things. First it prepares me so Daddy can fuck me in the ass. It lets him go balls deep and I love having all of him inside me. Second, it was a punishment for cumming without permission; Daddy got me so excited I wasn’t able to ask. I have to because he OWNS me, and I BELONG to him. I begged to become his property and slave over a year ago.”

There was a chorus of “Holy fuck”, “Oh My God”, “How fucking old is she?” “You lucky bastard”, “She is too little”, “She can’t weigh more than 90 pounds!” and more… all at the same time. Daddy said, “Lets deal a hand and I will tell you all about it.” He reached down and picked up my nightgown, saying “You can go to bed now Abby… “I reached out for my nightgown, but he nodded “no.”, and continued; “Abby… if any of my friends here pass on a few rounds of poker and find their way to your bedroom, please them.”

“PLEASE THEM”? I thought, WHAT THE FUCK? NO FUCKING WAY!

I was completely stunned. No man had EVER touched me besides my Daddy. No man ever would. The very thought of another man touching me made me feel sick. I BELONGED to HIM. Yet he was sending me to bed naked, and offering me to his friends like a whore. “Please them?” He said it with the nonchalance of saying “Pass the butter.”

FUCK THAT…

Wait… I AM a whore… I’m Daddy’s whore. My body was HIS to do whatever he wanted to. My own opinion made no difference. My submission to Daddy was total and complete and I already felt guilty for even CONSIDERING not obeying Daddy immediately or objecting. Now I realized why Daddy has said “I love you too… Remember that.” This was the balance of my punishment…

“Yes Daddy.”

As I walked barefoot and naked back to my bedroom, my thoughts changed from being sickened by another man touching me to suffering the humiliation and degradation of fucking strangers at Daddy’s command like a cheap whore. I would be suffering for Daddy, and that made everything right again. If Daddy wanted me to please them, I would give the performance of my life, and give them an experience with a young, nubile little girl exceeding any fantasies they ever had. Even though the thought of another man’s cock in my body made the bile rise in the back of my throat; if Daddy wanted to whore me out, I would be the best whore I can be and make him proud. I would send each one back to the table with an experience they would NEVER forget…

When I got to the bedroom, I made the bed, and put a blanket over my comforter. Then I spread out a bath towel in the center. I certainly did NOT want the scent of THESE men in my bed! That was only for Daddy. Then I got some lube, and put some inside of my pussy and ass. My pussy had dried up the instant I thought of another man touching me besides my beloved Daddy. I went to the mirror, brushed my hair a little differently and practiced my “little face”. I learned long ago that a certain expression on my face and my hair brushed differently made me look even younger and more innocent than I normally do. When I use it on Daddy, he will often restrain me and fuck me in every hole! Satisfied and ready to fulfill my task, I got into bed, and lay on my back… naked and waiting for the first man to slink into my bedroom to molest a little girl. In my mind I rehearsed what I would say and do. This was for my DADDY, and I would NEVER let him down.

I heard someone coming down the hallway, and instead of making a left to the restroom, he came into my bedroom, and started to close the door. “Please leave it open, Mister Tim…” He looked at me quizzically, and I explained, “I want my Daddy and everyone else to know what a good whore and cumslut I really am!” He left the door open reluctantly, and came to my bedside. I lifted my knee, as though I was being modest and trying to hide my pussy, but then I rolled my A-cup nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. My porcelain skin dampened with excitement as I writhed seductively and said “Touch me?” His hands ran up and down my slender legs, and my hips rose, inviting him to touch my pussy. First one, then two fingers slid inside of me, His other hand was playing with my breasts. I rocked my hips as he fingered me. His hands got rougher and rougher as he played with my body.

I could see it in his eyes… Daddy would get the same hungry look sometimes, and then he would rape me, as I begged him to stop. I gave him my “little face” and in my sweetest voice, I said “I bet you have always wanted to rape an innocent little girl like me, haven’t you?” He looked at me in amazement, breathing heavy, saying “How did you know?” I put my hand over his, pushing his fingers into my pussy even deeper, and replied in my little voice, “Ooooh... Daddy rapes me too… I love it.”

FUCK. I was so humiliated, offering my body to anyone but Daddy. But I was his good girl, and I was determined. “Rape me, hurt me, and force me take your seed.” I whispered. He immediately started taking off his clothes, and when he undid his belt, I saw he had a belt like Daddy. It was the Army web-belt kind that can lock at any size. I crossed my wrists together, put them over my head and said innocently; “Oh NO, Mister Tim… PLEASE don’t tie my wrists together…” It took him a second to take the hint, but in short order, my wrists were fastened together over my head, tied with his belt.

His cock was already hard, but began throbbing when I cried out “Mister… What are you doing? Why did you tie me up? I’m just a little girl… OH GOD NO! PLEASE DON’T! Don’t rape me, I’m too little!” I made sure my lamentations and pleas were loud enough for Daddy and his friends at the table to hear clearly. Tim got on the bed between my legs… He held me down with one hand on my throat, his other hand rubbing the head of his cock against my lubricated slit. “OH GOD NOOO! My princess parts are too little for that… It’s too big… PLEASE, PLEASE don’t do this!” He pushed his cock into me, and then slid balls-deep inside of my body. I shivered in humiliation, but cried out “NOOOOO… HELP ME, SOMEBODY… HELP! I’m being raped!” His expression got stern, and he started pounding me HARD. My legs were wrapped around his waist, and my heels were behind him in the small of his back, pulling him deep into me.

Even though my body was pulling him deeper, I cried out “OH GOD. Please Mister, it hurts so bad… your cock is too big for me… Oh please, oh please stop.” I looked at him with desperation, as if I were actually being raped, and he responded by pounding my teen pussy even harder. I was impaled on a stranger’s cock, being raped. He growled in my ear; “I am gonna fill that sweet pussy with cum.” I responded with “NO! YOU CAN’T CUM IN ME! NO, NO, oh dear GOD, please, don’t do this… please pull out! I’m just an innocent little girl!” I kept begging him to stop, and please not to cum inside of me.

I faked an orgasm, clenching my pussy rhythmically, crying. “GOD… Mister… You’re gonna make me cum! Please oh I beg you, PLEASE don’t cum in me. I’m too young and little to have a baby…” I raised my hips and let my legs shake as I screamed “GOD I’M CUMMING!!! OH GOD. OH GOD. “ He was close. One final “PLEASE don’t cum in me, Mister, I’ll do anything.” pushed him over the edge. “NOOOOO” I cried as his cock throbbed inside of me. “OH MY GOD! It’s so deep… You’re cumming inside of me… It feels… OH GOD… I can feel your cum, it’s so warm, you’re so big… Oh FUCK, fill me. Dump deep inside of me.” I knew I had pressed all the right buttons, and he released another 5 ropes of hot sperm deep in my pussy. As he did, I kept shouting; “Yes… yes… release all your sweet sperm into my innocent pussy!”

He released my wrists, and then pulled out of me. I cried as I said “Oh NO! You came so much in me! I have to get it out!” He said “Holy Fuck” as I repeatedly scooped out fingerfuls of his sperm and sucked them off my fingers. As he hurriedly got dressed, and softly I asked him “Will you tell my Daddy I was a good little whore?” He looked me as he put his clothes on and said “Fuck yes Abby, that’s been a lifelong fantasy, and your body is hotter than anything I ever imagined.” I gave him my “little face”, sucked a gob of his sperm off of my fingers, wriggled and said “Thank you.” He hurried out to return to the game. The card table was probably lifted off the floor by the raging erections of the men sitting there listening to a nubile teen being raped.

I still abhorred the touch of another man, but I had to admit, it WAS kinda hot. My own exclamations kinda did turn me on. And I did get a nice warm load, which was not a bad thing… I could hear Tim telling the other men how incredible it was, and the men were responding with a chorus of “No fucking way”, “You gotta be kidding”, “You REALLY came in her?”, “She ATE IT?” and more. I was humiliated and proud at the same time. I was so conflicted. The shame and the degradation of offering my body to a stranger to rape, and the pride in obeying Daddy fought each other in my brain. I rationalized to myself; “If Daddy can shove dildos and anal plugs into the body he owns, I guess shoving another man’s cock inside me is the same thing.” SURE. My head was fucked up, Daddy’s little whore.

I got back into bed, and as I waited, I felt a strange anticipation. Another set of footsteps, and a shiver ran down my spine. “Who is it?” I wondered. Carl came into my bedroom, and Tim must have already told him I wanted the door left open, because he didn’t even try. He came to the side of my bed and stared at me. I wriggled my body, one hand sliding down to my pussy… He didn’t move, so I said “Touch my wittle pussy, Mister Carl? It’s OK.” His hand caressed my inner thigh, moving up and down its length, but always stopping short of my pussy. I raised my hips invitingly.

“FUCK, I can’t do this.” he said. I looked at him, my disappointment obvious on my face and said “Why not, Mister Carl? Daddy said it’s OK…” He hung his head and said “Abby, I’m 55 years old! You are just too tiny and young… It would be… It’s just so WRONG.” I pleaded with him; “Carl, PLEASE… Daddy wants me to… I want you to… I tell you what, get undressed, and lie on the bed, close your eyes and I will just suck you off. Who says no to an innocent blowjob?” He ALMOST looked convinced… He replied “I don’t know… You are John’s DAUGHTER, and he is in the next room!” I knew I had him now; “OH, Carl… He is not my biological Daddy, he just raised me. After Mommy passed away, I became his whore. Let me be a little whore for YOU now.”

His guilt assuaged, he took off his clothes and I got out of bed so he could lie down. As I knelt between his legs, I could see his eyes screwed shut. I took his cock in one hand and cupped his balls with the other. As my mouth slid over his cock for the first time, he moaned and cried out “OH MY GOD… That feels so fucking GOOD.” I used all of my skills; my cheeks bellowed in as I tried to literally suck his kidneys out through his cock, my tongue swirling on the underside. I gave him an incredibly erotic slow blowjob. On one of my upstrokes, I stopped long enough to say “Oh Mister Carl, your cock is so delicious…” I sucked him until I could tell he would not stop. But I did. Quickly, I straddled him, guiding his cock into my already dripping pussy. “No!” he cried as I moved up and down, wriggling my hips as I impaled myself on his manhood. I leaned forward, putting my hands on both sides of his face, and said “Open your eyes.” We were eye-to-eye, only inches apart, and I said “If you won’t give me your cum, I’ll have to take it from you. I just NEED it so bad, please don’t deny me.”

He looked into my deep blue eyes, and said “Oh GOD you look like a little fucking angel.” I squeezed his cock with my pussy and said “This little angel is going to make you cum deep inside of her...” I took him deep, and I could feel his cock against my womb as I rocked my hips back and forth. My hands were still cradling his face as I rode his cock, and his hands cupped my tiny breasts. His eyes were wide open now, drinking in the image of a tiny teen milking his cock eagerly. I screamed “Carl.. FUCK.. OH GOD. I’m gonna cum!” Carl screamed “Fuck YES” I screamed back “I’M CUMMING! Oh GOD, I’m cumming so hard on your perfect cock… FUCK FUCK FUCK Ahhhhhh. Please, DEAR GOD - PLEASE CUM INSIDE OF ME!”

It was another fake orgasm for Daddy’s entertainment, but DAMN, I actually got close! I felt Carl expand, and knew he was going to cum. We were still eye-to-eye as he throbbed deep inside of me, and I cried out “OH YES! I can feel your cum! It’s so deep, so hot… Just fucking fill me with it. I want to feel all your warm sperm deep inside of me!” I took him balls-deep and rocked my hips rhythmically as he throbbed and released his prodigious load. He screamed “Fuck! You are a fucking angel… a fucking angel.” He kept pulsating and dumping deep inside of me. It was kinda hot, I could tell it had been a long time since Carl got laid, and my body was the stuff of dreams.

“Oh, thank you, Carl… Thank you for giving me your hot seed. I could feel it as you shot so much inside of me. My insides are all warm and happy now!” I touched my flat tummy, as if I treasured his ejaculate inside of me. He just looked at me as if he had just been blackjacked with a sock full of quarters. Still stunned, his eyes blew open wide as I began to scoop out and eat his seed from my pussy. “Fuck little girl, what are you doing?” “Oh CARL… Your sperm is so fucking GOOD. I knew it would be! I can’t waste a drop.” As he got dressed, he kept saying over and over that I looked like a fucking angel. I asked him, “Will you tell my Daddy that your angel is a good whore… PLEASE?”

As he left the room, I finished cleaning myself with my fingers and thought; “Damn, for a 55 year old guy, he sure came a LOT!” I was still licking the last of Carl’s seed when I looked up to see Robert at my door, watching me. He came in and said “Damn, I just HAD to see you eat fresh cum from your pussy… That is so fucking hot!” I put on my “little face”, pushed my fingers deep inside of me and slowly licked the last gob of semen from my fingers. I wriggled with excitement as I made a gulping sound, and smiled at him.

“Holy fuck girl!” he said. I gave him my cutest look as I replied; “You can do annnnything you want to me Mister Robert!” He started caressing my body, and I responded, having ALMOST had an orgasm with Carl. As he slid his fingers into me he said “Your Dad said you were up for anything, but I’m into some pretty taboo shit.” I perked up, suddenly excited and used my finger to trace the outline of his throbbing cock through his slacks. I looked at him so innocently, my fingers still on him and said “Like what? I would do anything… for you.” He looked toward the open door and in a low voice he said “Do you know what rimming, ass-to-mouth, and facefucking are?” I smiled and replied “Oh yes I do! And you just made my pussy gush.” “I can tell,” he said in the same low voice; “Can you do something and keep it a secret?” I leaned forward and said “My lips are sealed… at least until you open them with your cock, that is…” He leaned forward and whispered, I want to lick your tiny, freshly fucked and cum-soaked pussy while you deep throat me.”

“Fuck Mister Robert, that is so fucking HOT. I will never tell a soul, but I have to tell you I almost came just HEARING that. You bet I’m up for that!” He took his fingers out of me, looked at them and whispered… “Damn girl, you still have cum in there… This is gonna be SO fucking hot” I opened my mouth and he stuck is fingers in. I sucked them dry, saying “No matter how much I try, there is still always a lot left in there…” “Yummy” he whispered back to me. He got undressed, the climbed onto the bed. His voice was at full volume now; “Eat my ass, you little whore, I want to feel your tongue” Cool, I thought to myself, he was a dirty talker in bed, and plenty loud enough for Daddy and his friends to hear. He had straddled my face, and I started licking his sphincter. My tongue danced around it, and he said “Put your tongue deep in my ass, bitch.” Loving this guy’s dialog, I made my little tongue “pointy”, and pushed it inside of him. “Fuck Yeah, little whore, deeper. Eat my ass. Get that tongue deeper, bitch. Fuck, you are just a little ass-eating slut, aren’t you?” I stopped just long enough to say “Fuck yeah, I am your no-limits fuckslut whore and I want that shithole back, I’m hungry.”

Damn, this talk was turning me on! It was so fucking degrading and humiliating shoving my tongue in a complete stranger’s sphincter. I think that made it exciting. “Fuck, that’s deep you little ass-eater.” The coppery taste of his ass was familiar; I LOVED to do this to my Daddy. He stopped me and said, “Get on your back cumslut, present your ass to me.” As I changed positions, I said “God YES… fuck me in the ass, show me what a nasty dirty fucking whore I am, make me beg for cock in my ass.” I was on my back, my knees pulled up to my shoulders, presenting my ass to him. He grabbed the bottle of lube from the foot of the bed and lubed himself up. He positioned himself at my little rosebud and SHOVED. “OWWWW! God, that hurts me!” I cried. Actually the butt plug had me more than ready to take him. “Shut the fuck up, you get it even deeper now bitch.” he exclaimed. He shoved himself balls-deep into my tiny body, stretching my already sore little hole.

Grabbing two handfuls of hair, he began pounding my ass hard. “GOD, It’s so deep in my ass… FUCK, take it out! Take it out!” I cried. “Fuck no… Take it like the fucking whore you are.” I was actually getting REALLY turned on by his degradation and humiliation, not to mention being thoroughly fucked in the ass. His cock was sliding in and out of my ass, going deep in my bowels and then withdrawing it until only the head remained inside. “Use my ass, dump in me anywhere… but dump in me!” I cried as he used me like a sex toy. He plunged deep, saying “That’s all you are good for… a place for men to dump in.” After another ten minutes of a resounding assfucking he pulled out and said “Get on your back with your head hanging over the edge of the bed, I am going to fuck that pretty young little face, and make you taste your own ass.”

I had to admit, this guy was pretty creative! Already, I was fucking close to cumming from that wild assfucking. I would not be able to talk while he facefucked me, but I was pretty confident by now that he would keep the audience’s attention! I was in position, my head hanging over the edge of the bed. He was standing next to the bed, his erection throbbing. Nowhere near the size of my Daddy, I knew I could take him easily, so I said “Fuck my face… shove it down my throat… I want to feel your balls against my lips, and show you what a whore I am” I opened my mouth and he inserted his cock, saying “Taste your ass and take a deep breath you cocksucker.”

He pushed his cock to the back of my throat and shoved. His cock popped through, and I immediately began to swallow, knowing the contractions would pull his cock deeper, as well as feel incredible. I did this with Daddy all the time, and his cock was much thicker and longer. This was easy! “FUCK Goddamn bitch, your fucking throat is milking my cock. Damn you are a practiced little cocksucker.” He pulled back, to let me breathe, and plunged down my neck again… Feeling my lips wrapped around the velvet skin surrounding the rock hard core of his cock, my mouth and throat filled with the taste of my own ass drove me crazy. It was so degrading… tasting my own ass as a stranger throatfucked me. He started pumping, fucking my face hard, like he fucked my ass. “Damn, cunt. You should see your throat bulge as my cock fills it.” If I didn’t have a throatful of cock, I would have told him it was much bigger and deeper with Daddy’s cock!

He pulled out, and leaned over, whispering… “OK, let’s do 69 with you on top. I wanna taste that sloppy, freshly-fucked teen pussy of yours.” For some reason this just made me so excited… I got up and let him lie down on the bed. I straddled his face, leaned forward, and then cupped his balls and shaft with my hands. As I took him back into my mouth, he began to lick me. His tongue worked my clit, and his mouth was open against my glistening pubic mound. As I got wetter and wetter, I could feel gobs of sperm detach the walls of my pussy, slide down my lubricated canal, and drop into his eager mouth. DAMN, this was SO nasty and depraved, I LOVED IT. It was so fucking exciting, I was so close, I cried “OH GOD… I’m going to cum so fucking hard! OH FUCK FUCK FUCK, I’m CUMMING!”

This was no fake orgasm. He grabbed my ass and pulled me onto his mouth HARD, licking my clit with a steady rhythm that drove me over the edge. I screamed as the waves of pure bliss and ecstasy washed over my body like waves. My toes curled, my legs shook. I ground my pussy into his face, my contractions emptying my pussy into his waiting mouth. Somehow that made it exquisite. I kept grinding until my orgasm subsided, then I engulfed his cock, taking it all the way down my throat, and then withdrawing, Over and over I impaled my head on his cock, taking him balls deep every time. When he expanded, I went all the way down and kept swallowing over and over. He exploded down my throat, pulsating over and over. He screamed into my pussy “FUCK, Take my load down your throat you dirty little cocksucker… SWALLOW IT ALL… EAT MY CUM!” I could feel the ropes of warm sperm as he shot them powerfully down my neck. My little hand cupping his heavy balls felt them empty into my stomach. Still sucking on my pussy as the last of his sperm discharged into my mouth, he moaned into my pussy loudly. Finally out of breath, I pulled back and sucked the last of the sperm out of his shaft.

I got up, and he grabbed me by the arm. He whispered “Abby… thank you so much. That’s been my fantasy for decades.” I gave him a kiss, and said “Well, just tell my Daddy I was a good whore for you, and I’ll keep your secret forever.” He gave me a kiss, and started getting dressed.

I was still shaky from the orgasm. I hoped that James would give me a few minutes to recover before his turn came. My hands were shaking as I fixed my makeup; a good facefucking leaves you a mess! What I REALLY wanted was for Daddy to come in and use me, but I was “soiled” and until I was clean I would not be fit for my Daddy to use.

When James came to my door, the first thing he said was “Holy fuck Abby, you and Robert really put on a show, didn’t you? Your Daddy is very proud out there. And he gets this all the time?” “You bet,” I nodded. “My body BELONGS to Daddy, he uses me all day and night. This has probably been the longest I have been without his sperm in one or more of my holes in a while.” He shook his head, knowing that it was true. “Well, one thing we agreed on is that you are everyone’s perfect fantasy girl.” I gave him my “little face” and writhed coyly on the bed. “Well, since everyone is acting out their fantasies, I guess I have to make sure to fulfill yours! What is it? I’ll do anything.”

“I like to hurt little girls” he said. “I like to paddle them, flog them, and make them cry. I have always wanted to fuck them while I am choking them too. It’s only a fantasy, but you asked.” My face lit up like Electric Parade at Disneyland, and I said “PERFECT! I love that. Make me suffer, hurt me, you can’t go too far, there is NO such thing…” He looked at me and said “DAMN, I never thought I would be with a little girl, let alone one that WANTS punishment! Are you sure?” I looked at him with my piercing blue eyes and said, “When Daddy beats me I am suffering for HIS pleasure. That is the most delicious and satisfying feeling in the world, suffering FOR my Daddy. Since he ordered me to let you guys fuck me and please you, all the time while you beat me, I’m still suffering for my Daddy. I fucking LOVE that. NOW - Look in the bottom drawer of my dresser.”

He opened the drawer and saw my impressive array of paddles, whips, floggers, clamps, spreader bars, restraints, and more. He reached in and pulled out a branding iron. Holding it up, he asked “What the FUCK is this?” he said. I shrugged, saying “I BEGGED my Daddy to brand the soles of my feet with his initials, marking me permanently as HIS property. I have been told it can be WEEKS of agony, every second of which I would revel in my suffering and submission for him, celebrating his complete ownership of me. He just would not do it though.” His jaw dropped as he asked “You are a twisted little fuck… but you really love him, don’t you?” I looked at him like he was the village idiot and said “Without Daddy, I would have no reason to stay alive, because I love him more than life itself. Now quit talking and hurt me. Hurt me bad, I will beg you to stop, but that’s just for your fantasy. No matter what I say, don’t stop until YOU are done!”

I put on my best “little face”, and said “I’ve been a weally weally bad little girl… I neeeeed to be punished.” Then I put my index finger between my teeth and looked at him with big round eyes. I saw the hunger consume his face, and I knew this was gonna be good.

He put me on all fours and then he attached my slender ankles to the ends of my spreader bar. Then I pushed my hands down between my legs, and he restrained my thin wrists to the middle of thebar. My face is now mashed into the pillow, and the feeling of helplessness and vulnerability made my pussy so wet. When he pulled out the clamps and clothespins, I whimpered; “NOOOO… Please, don’t hurt me.” Ignoring me, James placed the clamps on my nipples, and I bit my lower lip. They hurt terribly, and I knew that my torment was just beginning. Taking a clothespin, he reached between my legs. I fought against my bonds frantically… “NO! Just no! Please… Not my clit! REALLY, that’s too much!” As he put the clothespin on my sensitive and engorged clit, I screamed; “Take it off! FUCK!” He put his mouth to my ear and growled “Oh, you pretty little girl… I am only getting started… I have wanted to do this for so long…” I wiggled my tiny bottom in the air, and cried; “You’re so EVIL… I’m just an innocent little girl… don’t hurt me… PLEASE?”

I KNEW that James would take this opportunity of a lifetime and really make me suffer. I am such a worthless slut. I need to endure this for my Daddy, I need to feel the degradation as the clamps and clothespins torment my sensitive flesh. James picked up the paddle, and I held my breath; I hear the paddle whistle through the air and it strikes flat against by bare bottom; the shock of it makes all my muscles tense. Then the delectable agony spread through my flesh. Again and again the paddle sang, each song ending in a wonderful impact, and spreading misery throughout my bottom. “I beg him; “Please… Please, Dear GOD NO MORE!” I feel my pussy dripping down my long slender thigh in its excitement. My soul is filled humiliation and degradation, knowing that I am just his willing cumslut, deriving pleasure from my pain. I DESERVE to be punished… beaten… flogged. Each strike of the paddle sends waves of exquisite agony throughout my body.

My bottom aches and burns, and I bite my lower lip and quiver while awaiting his next delightful stroke of punishment. It takes me by surprise, striking me where I am already so very tender. As the pain spreads through my bottom, I imagine my sweet Daddy entering me, or remember him filling my mouth with his pleasure and my pussy gushes. I constantly repeat to myself; “I am suffering for YOU, Daddy… I am suffering for YOU.” I can feel my nectar dripping down my thighs. The feeling in my body is so delicious. Again the paddle strikes and I bite my tongue even harder. If my reddened flesh pleases my Daddy, then I want James to beat me senseless. I am totally worthless. When the paddle hit me again, I exulted; knowing I had a purpose... to please and serve. The torment made my eyes water in agony and happiness. As the misery spread through my bottom, my heart filled with the fullness of my servitude. I knew the creamy white skin of my bottom was bright red now, and that excited me even more.

Each time the paddle struck, I got more and more excited. My bottom was rising to MEET the paddle, not avoid it, welcoming the impact that would redouble my misery. As the delightful torment spread through my tender bottom, my pussy was dripping freely; my nectar was streaming down both of my porcelain thighs. "You are a whore, you are here so you can feel pain and be humiliated, you are here for my pleasure only and not yours, you only exist so I can use you, you slut.", Those words drove me over the edge, and I had a bombshell of an orgasm. I came so hard I almost could not hold my breath; my pussy was clenching, my back was arched, and my little toes were balled up in tight fists. The waves of pain, pleasure, agony and ecstasy washed over my body, and when James slid a finger inside my pussy, I came again. He was trying to force me to make a sound, but I fought it hard as my whole body shook from the raw pleasure. As my orgasm abated, I thought to myself “How worthless must I be to get an orgasm from punishment?” I felt humiliated as he said "You really are a little slut. Only a dirty little fuck-whore gets wet like this.” As he slapped my abused bottom, his words completed my soul.

James grabbed the spreader bar and twisted, making me flip over and put me on my back. With both my legs and wrists entrapped by it, my legs were spread in the air, exposing my tormented pussy to him. I looked at him and begged; “Use me. Fuck me. Choke me.” He gave me an evil grin and said “But I am not done making you suffer yet, little girl” With despair in my voice I cried “NOOOOOOOO…” Coldly he said, “Look how perfectly milky white your skin is… your breasts, your stomach, your inner thighs, and that perfect hairless pussy… No, little girl, that’s a canvas I MUST paint. My eyes widened… “Wait… no really, wait. Not my pussy. Not that… PLEASE!” He retrieved my flogger, and said, “Well then that’s where we start.”

He removed the clothespin from my clit, giving me a short reprieve. He raised his arm, and brought the tail of the flogger down squarely between my legs. The pain was blinding, and I screamed “Dear GOD PLEASE STOP!” If he had talked to my Daddy, he would have known that like Brer Rabbit and the Briar patch - a good pussy spanking is just what I craved. I have had so many orgasms from Daddy’s pussy spankings I’ve lost count. His arm rose again, and as he brought it down once more, my hips lifted up to welcome it. Over and over the flogger landed on my princess parts. I was the tortured little girl he had always wanted. The torment was incredible… I was suffering so much for my Daddy, and my pussy would be SO raw when James fucked me… I was close to cumming again… He began working my inner thighs and breasts with the flogger… “Thank you” I said. “Thank you for not hitting my pussy again.” As I had hoped, he stood between my legs and hit my pussy HARD with the flogger. He dropped it in shock when my eyes rolled back in my head and I started to shake all over.

“Fuck! Are you having a seizure?” I couldn’t breathe. I could barely get the words out; “No… Cumming… So hard… So good… Suffering… for Daddy… Oh GOD….” The orgasm I had was mind-numbing. I was Daddy’s sick-fuck little whore cumming from a beating for the second time! My body was exploding with pleasure, a bliss that only servitude and suffering can give me. I barely got the words out; “PLEASE, Dear God… Please… HIT ME AGAIN!” My hips rose in anticipation, and the fierce NEED to feel the agony once more… When the flogger struck my convulsing pussy, I screamed and I came so hard I almost passed out. GOD, this was so fucking good! I looked him in the eyes and pleaded, “Rape me… NOW.”

He released me from the spreader bar, and I opened my legs for him, the last of my orgasm still subsiding. As he knelt between my freshly beaten legs, placing his cock at the entrance to my tormented pussy, I looked him in the eyes and said “Fuck yes. Use me, choke me, fill me with sperm, I am your cum dumpster tonight, that’s all I am, just a whore with three holes.” He slammed into my pussy hard. The pleasure of being filled with cock, mixed with the pain from the pussy whippings was indescribable. He began to choke me. I felt so helpless and used. I wrapped my legs around him, welcoming him into my tortured body. His hands tightened on my throat; I could barely breathe. I felt his balls slapping against my ass, and I could tell they were heavy, laden with his boiling seed. I ached to feel him fill me with sperm, satisfy him completely, make his fantasies all come true with my teen body.

When he gave me a moment to breathe, I held his head in my hands, looked him in the eyes, and said “I’m gonna cum all over your cock… Pound me and make it HURT!” He began to give me savage thrusts. The feeling inside of me was so delicious. He was punching my womb with every thrust, and the pain drove me over the edge. Another thunderbolt orgasm paralyzed me, my legs shook uncontrollably, and my hips rose to meet his every thrust. At the peak of my orgasm, I felt him pulsate and throb, releasing a rope of thick warm sperm into my body. “FUCK YES. FILL ME. Give me EVERY drop, empty yourself in ME!” I was cumming so hard as he pulsated again and again, pressed against my womb. Finished and drained, he collapsed on top of me. My pussy convulsed rhythmically, milking his cock for the last drop of his gift.

“Thank you so much, I NEEDED that beating.” My voice was quivering while he slowly withdrew from me. As he picked up his clothes, I asked “Will you tell Daddy I am a good whore?” He looked at me, and said, “Abby, you are just fucking amazing. You love him so much. What you do for him I cannot believe. Sure, I will tell him, but trust me, he knows.” Hearing those words, I broke out in tears of happiness.

As Daddy and his friends talked about me, and how amazed they still were, I went to the bathroom. I took a long shower, washing and scrubbing every inch of my body, douching twice. Then I gave myself an enema, and brushed my teeth. Then I did it all again. Not a single scrap, or hint of smell would be on Daddy’s property when he came to my room. As I left the bathroom, Daddy saw me in the hallway and called my name. Wearing only a towel, I scampered to answer his call. When I got there, each of his friends had an index card. Daddy said “Gentlemen, your decision?” They held up the cards, and each one was marked “10”. Daddy said “Congratulations, pumpkin, a perfect score! Take a bow!” I giggled and bowed, and my towel fell off! They all laughed and gave me a round of applause. I was so happy I made my Daddy proud.

Daddy had me sitting on his lap naked, my arms wrapped around his neck, and giving him the best “little face” I could. One of his huge hands was between my legs, gently rubbing my sore but happy clit. Robert looked at my Daddy and said “I still can’t believe you are going to fuck a baby into that little girl, John.” The room went silent. Robert smacked himself on the forehead and said “Fuck, I’m sorry John.” Daddy looked at him coldly and said “You FUCKING idiot.” I was paralyzed. Truly, my diaphragm could not draw air… I couldn’t breathe, and my eyes were as big as pie plates. I tried to talk… I tried SO HARD… I just could not move air… I started to shake. I looked at Daddy… my breaths came back as little tiny gasps. Tears flowed down my face like a river. Finally I was able to get ONE word out… “Da.. Daddy?” “Yes, Abby, I’m here” he replied. I tried to breathe. I stuttered; “Did… did he say… did he say BABY?” He looked me in the eyes, and whispered “Yes Abby, he did.” Tears ran down my face again, and I showered him with kisses until I could breathe again. “Oh DADDY, I’m so happy, I could… I could… I SWEAR, Daddy, I will be the bestest little girl in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD for you! ”

Daddy hugged me, and said “You already are.”

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Between the Power Lines by @tackytigerfic (M, 3k)

For Harry Potter, all roads eventually lead to Draco Malfoy. Or: this is not an AU! It's just Harry and Draco meeting by chance in an imported food shop in Connecticut and going on a road trip together. Featuring motels, cacti, Americana, and a hefty dose of pining.

In New Orleans, they got drunk on Bourbon Street, and Malfoy danced on his own (arms bare, laughing; Harry could have watched him all night) and later on, so late it was almost morning, they let themselves into the St Louis Cemetery—Malfoy unpicking the lock so sweetly—and walked around until the sky was pink-edged with the promise of another day’s heat. Then they sat on the steps of a crypt, watched over by sightless eyes of the statue of an angel. She looked exhausted rather than sad, Harry thought, and that made a lot of sense when he thought about his own longstanding, dull-edged grief.

It’s been ages (or 2 years) since I last wrote a rec for Tacky (I usually write for other readers, except when I’m reccing friends - then I write for them) and their birthday was the perfect excuse to put my reccing muscles back to work. I almost bailed out because I know this is one of T’s own faves and “what if I don’t do it justice?” but that tired angel banner has been sitting in my drafts for 3 long years and it deserves a proper rec!

Where to even begin? Anyone who knows Tacky is aware of their superb prose - rich and nuanced, compassionate, effortlessly funny, with a strong sense of place and a soft spot for suds scenes and filthy m-rated sex I mean devastating romance. Their writing breathes heart and personality, very much like Tacky themself. So knowing that this fic came out exactly as they intended it to should be enough to make you go read this right now, but in case you need further incentive, see below all the reasons why this oneshot is so special to me:

1. The *vibes*: if you thought that 3k is nowhere near enough to build the sexiest, most intriguing Americana atmosphere you’ve seen, think again. The aesthetics are impeccable here, decorating the beautiful and strange landscape - cacti and cheap motels included - into something peaceful and desolate, an overarching melancholy making it even more compelling. The dialogue is brilliant but the silences are just as loud and meaningful, with a quiet intimacy and a dreamlike quality that make you feel as if you're intruding a memory.

2. The romance: at this point everyone and their dog know that pining!Harry is Tacky's jam - they luxuriate in making us all suffer with him until the realization that Draco has been loving him back all along slaps us in the face. Harry is so stupid and desperate and wanton, I love it. And the way Tacky reinvents this delicious trope to make it work in new angsty ways blows my mind. Imo the slow burn is particularly effective here, a feat in any 3k story, because the narrative gives us so much character insight. We learn all the little things that make these two lonely boys tick as we watch their ever-changing perception of each other evolve from a tentative truce to reluctant confidants to a comfortable, easy love that comes naturally and earned. We often get those bits of information from imagery and emotions alone, no dialogue needed, and a road trip is the best way to explore those dynamics in a smooth, unhurried pace.

3. The journey: this is truly an immersive journey, not only physical as we keep jumping from one destination to the next, but also emotional, as we learn more about their vulnerabilities and desires the more they gravitate towards each other. This story shows that being far away from home can be both freeing and grounding, when you’re stuck with your hot enemy someone who knows about your darkest hour. It gives you the chance to heal and visualize a different future without forgetting your past or letting go of that which has shaped who you are. I love their chance encounter and how this poignant 30k love story is told in such impressive economy of words.

TL;DR: if you’re a short form fan and prone to melancholy like me believe me when I say it doesn’t get any better than this. The whole road trip shebang mixing grief, romance and nostalgia wrapped in Tacky’s lush writing is a gift to any reader and an elegant work of art. Enjoy!!!

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Book: Open Heart Characters: Tobias, Merida Rating: Teen Words: Approx. 1100 Summary: When Merida receives startling news, she hunts down the source to get answers. And he better hope he has the right ones. A/N: So, whenever we have our little "MOC" (Merida-Oliva-Casey) world stories, I always feel like Merida and Tobias have their own special friendship, their own little vibe. After the two tag-teamed trolling Ethan again in the last fic, I wanted to explore their dynamic a little more. An idea popped into my head, and I thought it would be fun. @lilyoffandoms (to whom the incredible Merida belongs), this one is for you.

Merida stepped out of Edenbrook onto Boston’s busy streets with fire in her eyes. Ethan hadn’t realized he was setting the stunning resident off on a mission when he innocently uttered five words.

“I ran into Tobias at Derry’s...”  The unflappable doctor was brought to silence with just one stare. “Did I say something wrong?”

“Derry’s? He’s there now?”

“Yes, he...”

But Merida had already turned on her heel, waving off any further attempts at communication.

“I’ll be back," she muttered as she stomped out of the office and whisked down the hall... heaven help any fool who considered getting in her way. Derry’s was a fifteen-minute walk when strolling at a comfortable pace. But there was nothing comfortable about the way Merida’s designer heels carried her took double steps today, marching single-mindedly toward her target.

She pushed the coffee shop's door open with a brusque thrust, her eyes searching the crowded room for her prey. They narrowed with wicked delight when he was spotted. Mindlessly scrolling through his phone in the back of the cafe, Tobias was blissfully unaware that the sharp cadence of stilettos on the hardwood floor was heading directly for him. But there was no mistaking his friend’s presence when her well-manicured hand smacked the back of his head.

“Ow!” He startled, turning to see who the assailant was, but Merida had already claimed a seat on the other side of the table. Arms crossed in defiance, her demeanor demanded answers before she uttered a word.

“Mer?” he perplexed. “What the hell?”

“What?” she scoffed. Didn’t think it was me? Where did your mind go? A bitter ex? Perhaps a one-night stand you walked out on while they slept?”

Tobias shook his aching head with a gentle snort. “Maybe at one time... but not now. So, care to tell me what’s up before I file assault charges?”

“You’re dating her? For real, you're dating her?”

Tobias brought the coffee mug to his smirking lips, taking an exaggerated sip before fixing his eyes on Merida’s.

“Good news travels fast, I see.”

“Tobias, what the fuck? How could you?”

“How could I what? Date Casey? I thought you’d be thrilled.”

“Thrilled?”

“Yeah. I mean, she’s your best friend… I’m your friend. Honestly, I don’t know why you didn’t suggest this sooner. It’s perfect! Now, you don't have to worry about not liking whoever we end up with. We can have movie nights, go on double dates…I’m not seeing the bad part here.”

“The bad part is you’re my friend. Which means you’ve confided in me. Which means I know your track record. And no judgment from me, you should unabashedly do you... or whoever the hell else you want to do... but... Casey? She's over the moon happy thinking this is real, and if you fuck her over... so help me, I’ll kill you.”

Tobias leaned closer, hoping to assuage his friend. “Look, Mer... Casey is...”

“Casey’s incredible!” She jumped in. “I know! I don’t blame you for wanting her. But what happens when you go your usual week and a half and then tire of her? I’m telling you now, I’ll be taking her side, not yours... and that will be the end of this beautiful friendship.”

Tobias sat back defensively. “And what makes you think I’ll tire of her in a week and a half?”

 “Please, Carrick,” Merida mocked. “I know you. What’s your record, two weeks? Three tops?”

“Actually, wiseass, I’ve gone a whole month in the past.”

“Wow! I stand corrected!” Dropping her shoulders, Merida let out a cleansing sigh, continuing with a softer approach. “Seriously, Tobias. The two of you mean so much to me... did you have to date her? I mean, we all work together?”

“Oh!” He barked. “OK, and you and Ramsey, don’t?”

“That’s different!”

“Different, how?”

“Can we circle back to your illustrious reputation when it comes to matters of the heart... and groin?”

“You know, I’m hurt, Mer,” he replied, and she couldn’t tell if he was being serious. “You know me better than most; I thought you knew I’m more than that.”

“I do,” she empathized. “But let’s be honest... you’re that, too. And look, Casey’s a big girl; I know she can take care of herself. If she wants a ride on the Tobias train, so be it. But you had to see her when she told me. She had "that look". She's so happy, and when this inevitably ends, I don’t want our whole friend group to be in tatters.”

Tobias was grinning from ear to ear. “She had “that look”, huh?”

“Can you focus!”

“I am. But who says it’s ending?” He broke off a piece of his bagel, casually popping it in his mouth with an impish smile. “I’m not as stupid as I look. Casey and I knew that if we got together and things didn’t go well, the damage could reverberate beyond us, and neither of us wanted that. That’s why we decided to keep our relationship on the down low until we were sure, and now that we are...”

“Wait just a second,” she cut in. “What?”

“We’ve been dating for months. Casey’s not some conquest, and you know I don’t play games... I love her, Mer... and for some crazy reason, she loves me back. This is the real thing.”

Tobias had to stop himself from laughing as an astonished Merida sunk back into her chair, hand reaching up to cover her gaping mouth.

“Come to think of it, neither of you have told me about any dates or hotties you spotted at the bar for at least...” she counted back in her head.

“For at least four months. Yeah, that’s when we started seeing each other. Honestly, I’m a little disappointed in you, pal. A diagnostician as good as you should have picked up on this.”

As she reached over the table to playfully smack her friend, she noted the sincerity in his eyes. Tobias Carrick could easily fool many, but never Merida. She could read him like a book.

“You’re really serious. You love Casey?”

“I’m freaking crazy about her."

Jumping from her seat, she rounded the table to give Tobias a hug. “Oh my God! You and Casey! My bestie and my dear friend! My bestie and my boyfriend's bestie... are in love!”

“Yeah, pretty wild, right? Does this make us, like, metamours or something?”

Merida shot him a sarcastic look. “I don’t know. Are you and Ethan fucking without my knowledge?”

“No, we're not,” Tobias laughed. “I guess you’re right. I mean, just to confirm, you’re not sleeping with Casey either, right?"

“Babe, please!” Merida snorted. “If Casey and I had gone that route, I assure you, you would never have been a consideration."

“Of that, I have no doubt. So, do you feel better now?”

“A little,” she grinned. “But you should buy me breakfast for the mental duress you’ve caused me, at the beginning of the day, no less!”

“ME! You should be picking up my tab so I don't file assault charges on you!"

“Tobias, if I had intended to assault you, you'd be sitting in the ER by now."

“So,” Tobias winked. “We good?”

“We’re better than good. This is so exciting! Does Ethan know yet?"

"No, I was going to tell him today."

"Great! Because we're going on a double date this weekend. I’ll make all the arrangements.”

“Do you seriously think he’s ready for that?”

“Oh, hell no. But the man will have to acclimate.” 

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Tagging others separately.

[octahyde]

Do you have any original characters for TWST?

(As a preface I do have another OC I ship with Chenya, Beau Rhodes, but… I haven’t done much with him besides conceptualizing him. Maybe I should do more since I don’t talk about it enough but TreyRid really really is my romantic canonxcanon TWST OTP and I love it desperately even if I never talk about it. I’ve also been fucking around lately with middle freak Ortho having a form he can use on the surface but ehhh that’s not really an OC thing.)

Ok here it is… The #yumeshit lore post. I actually wanna start getting into like the yume community on BlueSky or something because it has a lot more male yumes than tumb (or rather twit does but my main is a permalocked personal and they’re all slowly but surely jumping ship to BlueSky LMAO), so I might as well explain The Lore in detail. 

As a preface I spend a LOT more time thinking about them when they’re older, because 1) self actualization and 2) why would I EVER want to willingly think about being a teenager again. I literally describe high school as “a haze of undiagnosed mental illness, and also drama club”. no thanx. It’s just not like… too lore noteworthy vs the stuff that actually happens in canon lol.  Here’s what they look like as adults. I’ve mentioned working on a Shrouds piece that took 2 months I finally finished last week, and this is it:

(Side note- along with being a tgirl I hc Idia is a double below the knee amputee after the incident that killed Ortho)

also feel like I should say… Trix’s views on Rook don’t reflect mine LMAO. I have mixed feelings on Rook, but overall my feelings lean positive towards him. He’s a total freak and it’s funny as fuck and I love it. So if you like him don’t try to take the dynamic too personally, it’s the way it is for a laff more than anything.

Beatrice “Trixie” “Trix” Hart is a catch all self insert of mine; mostly for platonic yume. (She was made as a self insert assistant for Klavier Gavin, hence the name, and is also platonic with syl(gags) sylv(throws up in my mouth a little) Sylvain Jose Gautier. If you wanna know about those you can ask ig, I don’t have a ref for 3H Beatrice but I did draw AA Trixie when I came up with her.) She started out as a girl (and I still view her as such in those universes) but for TWST he’s specifically a guy because. Well. This game made me realize I was a transhet man and especially yume helped me sort that out along with being st4t exclusive LOL

Trix is a Pomefiore second year bnuuy beastman from the Shaftlands, Class C (same class as Azul and Jamil). It just kind of really conveniently worked out that my sonas usually have upright brown bnuuy years like the Snow White bunnies and I’m so artistic Pomefiore was the only dorm that makes sense LOL. His Book 7 cameo on Rook’s shelf…

He’s in Film Research Club, and is unique because he joined specifically for crew work, not acting. He’s very extroverted in club and with people he’s close to, but he can be surprisingly introverted when he’s not comfortable. (Ambivert moment). He specializes in practical magic with his sewing and art, and Hates PE. (He likes flying, though.)

His unique magic is My Sweet Heart, which lets him see memories and emotions from people if he grasps their right hand and puts his hand over their heart. 

Caycay is his Number One BFF. I don’t know how they met his first year, but it was basically an immediate click (#trans recognizes #trans. #real #recognizes #real.). Trix walks to class with him every morning, and they frequently go to cafe collabs on the weekend and after class, being sure to leave some of their food out of their magicam posts lest they earn the wrath of their wardens LMAO. If Trix needs someone, Caycay is There for him.

Him and Vil are also VERY close. During his first year, there was an incident that lead to him being roommates with Vil, despite her being a second year and him being first. Trix Really does not like to talk about it, and while Vil would be fine telling people, she doesn’t out of respect for him. She also appreciates someone around club that’s enthusiastic about crew work, and tends to let him lead costume and prop work.

It’s Very clear he has a huge crush on her and that she doesn’t reciprocate. Sometimes she might throw him a bone and give him a little extra praise though LMAO. They do have a very bad fight toward the end of Vil’s third year though, and they go years without talking after. 

His closeness with Vil leaves him some leverage for defending Epel. (#nonpassing recognizes #nonpassing. #real recognizes #real.) It’s mostly in vain, though, but Epel appreciates being looked out for a LOT. Especially because, despite how artistic and fashionable Trix is, his personality is MUCH more down to earth than other Pomefiore students. He’s the biggest advocate for Epel transferring to Savanaclaw his second year and someone who Epel confides a lot into.

Rook’s nickname for him is Monsieur Lapin (Floyd’s is Sea Bunny. Floyd doesn’t come up so I figure I might as well say it heh.). He hates Rook. He thinks Rook is a freak. Especially as a beastman he thinks Rook is super fucking weird. Rook loves Trix’s artwork and his personal journey with beauty and adores him a lot as his beloved underclassman. He knows Trix hates him. He doesn’t care. Trix hates him So Much.

He doesn’t know Ortho much minus the guy who sits next to Caycay’s companion pre Book 6, but once Ortho joins Film Research Trix gets attached REALLY fast. He’s always wanted a younger sibling so he dotes on Ortho constantly, and they rec each other anime and games all the time. (Trix gets him into Professor Layton and he LOVES it.) He learns… a lot about Idia and Ortho’s relationship through this.

Lilia also got asked to tutor him for history once because Trix can’t do homework For Shit and needs help finishing assignments despite his test scores. This backfires because they don’t get anything done ever, but most importantly for The Lore they trade socials and thus Trix is friends with Muscle Red and knows who he is.

Ok. Now the meat of it. The #yumeshit. 

I think it’s probably obvious, but Trix is a nonpassing trans guy. NRC being an all boys school makes him feel safer, but… when he’s not at NRC, even if it’s just in the foothill town, he girlmodes. Being misgendered hurts a lot less that way. (No this is not projecting. Just kidding it is. Please help me.)

As a way of getting respite from this, he VTubes as a magical boy with a voice changer. I don’t have a proper ref but his sona is like the best design I’ve ever done and I’m lowkey mad about it. Anyways. While his interests aren’t really a secret irl it’s always kind of surprising when someone that doesn’t know him finds out he’s into nerdy things, but he gets REALLY invested in the games he’s playing and he has A Lot of info and interpretations to share. And despite his bright design, he gets most excited from horror. He’s not a huge indie by any means but he has a solid following. 

And when Muscle Red sees there’s a well known horror game Gloomurai likes on the docket, well, he HAS to invite them to watch his friend with him! They’ve been telling him how their favorite speedrunner retired and they need someone new to watch, anyways. 

Idia’s very pensive at first, seeing such a bright and sparkly character playing Resident Evil 7, a horror game with a very disgusting atmosphere and themes to match. Probably going to overreact to everything and pretend to be super scared and upset to look cute for views. But he’s watching with Muscle Red, and he wouldn’t make her watch something cringey like that, would he…?

As the game starts up, he starts gushing about what an amazing atmosphere the game has. The entire thing is filthy, and that leads to an overwhelming feeling of dread and disgust- even moreso with the family. His eyes light up when he points out an early scene is referencing The Blair Witch Project.

When it comes to things outside of gameplay itself, he really knows his stuff. Despite how mad him dying for the hundredth time on an extremely easy stealth section makes her, it’s nice to see such a passionate horror otaku. She almost doesn’t mind it because she likes listening to him talk. (Almost.)

Idia starts watching him with Muscle Red regularly. She’s too shy to talk in chat, so she just gives a lot of questionably large donos when he does things. 

He gives a lot of half joking “thank you for funding my doll collection” responses at first, but then says Gloom should chat if they’re comfortable. He’d love to get to know someone who is giving him all this money, and they’re considered a legend in chat for it. She’s nervous (she has no idea why), but she does slowly start chatting and attaching messages to her donos. Soon, she’s a regular in the chat and community. 

So active, in fact, she finds herself with a dm asking for her discord one day. A message follows shortly after about how he appreciates her involvement and wants to get to know her better- now that she’s more talkative, he thinks she’s really funny. 

From there starts a quickly blooming online friendship. They talk whenever they get the chance, though he strictly has to go to bed early or he’ll get chewed out by his housewarden. (A female housewarden…? Is he even forced into the girl dorms at his school?) Idia’s never forthcoming with private info, though, and he seems pretty hesitant with how feminine he is irl to give much past vague detail, either. 

Meanwhile, Trix has to be incredibly careful when lights out and Rook makes the rounds with how late he’s staying up. He is the number one person Trix would rather Die than see his conversation history when confiscating his phone. Gloom’s rude but funny and he loves hearing about X Obscure Game Yaoi Ship. (Sometimes he becomes a casual fan of the series and ship in question- he has been commissioned a LOT to draw her Star Rogue OTP by her.) (He also gets converted to Luisley probably.)

Offline, though, Idia and Trix’s relationship is… awkward. One time during remedial gym lessons when both of them had to run laps in his first year, Trix started complaining about missing club and how he needed to fix his make up, and Idia, being Idia, made a really snide comment about it. Trix snapped at her, and while to him it was just having a bad day, Idia… never really recovered from it. 

In the next year her only exposure was daily convos that were way too peppy for so early in the morning with the extrovert that sat next to her. (I’ve always hced Idia and Caycay sit next to each other in class and straight up forget this isn’t actually canon on a regular basis.) At some point, he started taking curious glances at Idia, which didn’t help at all.

Trix starts getting suspicions about Idia from the few times he does hear her talk, and how similar it sounds. Has he met her before…? But surely he would remember knowing someone as distinctive as Idia, right? 

He has absolutely zero involvement in Book 6 also. With everything going on (because their vice warden ROOK LITERALLY LEFT WITH NO WARNING OR BACKUP PLAN, BECAUSE OF COURSE HE DID, HE IS THE WORST PERSON ALIVE WHO HAS EVER BEEN BORN), him and his roommate end up being the ones to take charge and keep Pomefiore in order. I feel like with Idia yumes in particular Book 6 is a Big Thing because like, Book 6, so I feel like this is important info.

(He IS in Book 7 though. His dream is in between Epel and Rook’s. It’s about being amab :’( He doesn’t take waking up and being back in his actual body well.)

Her and Ortho coming back clear any doubts in his mind: Gloom suddenly leaving on the night of the incident, with zero word since, only to long back on with a “sry, irl stuff happened,” the day after the Shrouds come back? She’s Gloom. Especially getting to know Ortho in club and listening to him talk about her, there is literally no other option. 

He was planning on confronting her about it… then Book 7 happened. Obviously how it ends could change this, but for now once everything’s settled Idia gets a discord notif saying he has to talk to her, and he wants to in person. She tries to say it would be too hard to arrange, only to get a simple response: “Ignihyde Lounge. One hour. You’ll know when you see me.”

She is, unsurprisingly, horrified. How did he figure out? Does he hate her now that he knows she’s a freak? Is he coming to tell her how he can’t believe he befriended someone so pathetic? He’s going to tell everyone all the things she said in confidence. “Lol, you guys thought Shroud was a freak before? Get a load of this!”

Luckily, Trix told Ortho about it. He’s able to coax Idia out and helps her to the dorm lounge, holding her hand along the way. 

And indeed, the one Pomefiore uniform in Ignihyde’s dorm lounge sticks out like a sore thumb. Her heart rate explodes. He’s who she’s been talking to this entire time?! No. No. Absolutely no way. She’s not doing this. She tries to turn and run away, but her brother’s death grip (why did she give him all that strength?) keeps her in place.

He looks around awkwardly as he walks up. “Hey, uh… sorry about that time I snapped at you. Ortho told me it really freaked you out.” Trying to calm her down would hopefully make this easier.. “Do… you want to go somewhere more private? You’re even paler than normal.”

Yes. I do. Alone. And I want to forget this even happened. Unfortunately for her, the look on her bother’s face told her it was a mandatory quest. Defeated, she leads him back to her room. 

He sits uncomfortably stiff on her bed. Idia hides in her chair, turned away from him. He tells her that he doesn’t hate her, that he doesn’t think she’s pathetic. No response. Luckily, he invited Ortho for backup. 

“He really wants to be your friend, Idia! He’s the still same person you’ve been talking to online. And he’s really nice. He’s the one who recommended those games to me!”

Taking a cue on how exhausted she is mentally, Trix gets up and walks to the door. “Just… think about it, okay?”

Think about what? The fact that this person she got close to was actually a loud extrovert who hung around a bunch of normies? That he knows all of the rumors about her? Forget real life- he could go online and tell everyone what a freak Gloomurai was irl, too. 

They don’t talk anywhere for like a week and Trix doesn’t walk to class with Caycay, but then they do talk it out. It’s really hard and REALLY scary for Idia, but she’s able to accept him into her life as a friend. He ends up being a really big pillar of stability for her, and he already knows about her own transness and boymoding which makes him even safer.

And… that’s how they are to the end of her third year! Friends. And really, not looking for anything past that. 

Idia gets a really REALLY nice condo in the Kingdom of Heroes for her internship. (Which she mostly even only uses the upper half of. Smfh) She also gets two cats; a white one, Clear, and a gray one, Ryoji. I’m sure you can guess who they’re named after. Reminder that Idia is canonically a fujoshi. Anyways.

Trix visits during school breaks with Ortho… he also stays in Ortho’s room with him while he’s there. For the most part it’s a lot of just comfy stuff like gaming and watching movies, Ortho taking Trix out to see things and such. Over Winter break while visiting Trix edits one of the Film Research pieces for the culture fair bc he’s club president now… By the time of said fair with 4th years presentations it’s very obvious to like Everyone how they feel. (And they probably know it themselves but try to ignore it because neither feels ready for a relationship).

A really REALLY big point worth noting during this time period (and this is all I’ll say bc I know it’s a difficult topic) is that they see each others cutting scars for the first time. They never really comment on or talk about it, but there’s a wordless understanding and comfort between them afterwards. 

Idia’s staying on the surface for at least a few years to see if researching with Olympos resources can give any new perspectives on blot or her curse. If Trix wants to stay for his internship, there’s plenty of room. She doesn’t admit it, but she really wants him to stay. Unfortunately, though, he’s always been interested in the Queendom of Roses and opts for an editing internship with a publisher there.

It’s more of the same; he visits her more regularly because he’s not limited to NRC’s schedule, and he still streams and she still watches and talks to him. He also adopts Chunky who LIVES FOREVER AND NEVER DIES, EVER. There’s an undeniable closeness between them but neither are still ready to actually act, even if it’s clear they may as well already be together lol. 

During this time she also starts getting him transformation potions to help with dysphoria from STYX while he transitions.

After his internship, he’s able to get a job at the Kingdom of Heroes office of the publisher he interned for. He may or may not have chosen to transfer on purpose- there’s plenty of space there, anyways, so much so he can have his own room big enough to both sleep and work in. Ortho’s out on his own acting internship with Vil’s agency, so for the most part it’s just them and their cats in this huge place lmao. It’s really easy to coexist because there’s space when they need it and Idia’s like entire gamer zone on the upper level when they wanna do stuff together. It works out really well.

There are a whole bunch of headcanons of mine about STYX and the Shrouds and their relationships that I’m not really comfortable going into. However, when they overblotted together, Idia and Ortho did something… really traumatic unrelated to Middle Freak Ortho’s death that Idia blames herself for. She still has regular nightmares about it, and while Trix usually isn’t around from the breakdowns because he’s in his room when they happen, this time he fell asleep upstairs and heard all of it.

He goes in to check on her, and she’s really closed off. He’s eventually able to get her to tell him what happened and her guilt, but… He already knew. Ortho told him years ago when they were all still at NRC. He was waiting for her to tell him on her own terms.

Idia does uhh not take this being hidden from her well! He rationalizes that knowing it and never judging her and standing by her side this entire time means he truly does care and doesn’t blame her. He holds her hand and for the first time says it:

“I love you.”

Idia looks at him wide eyed for a second before turning away.

“You need to leave.”

He’s allowed to stay- she’s not going to just throw him on the street- but he is not allowed upstairs near her. She needs time to process everything. Especially how he hurt her trust. 

Eventually they are able to talk it out though and end up in a relationship. YIPEE!!!!!! Ortho moves in permanently around this time with his internship over with his 2 dogs to add to the family. :)

There’s a lot of stuff with STYX and Woe I haven’t fuuuuuully sorted out the details of, but Idia does eventually have to go back for a while to put her research to use and put an end to things. I think this period is really tough because she does Not want Trix to see what a horrible place it is and how it’s the source of so many awful things it was so she tries to leave him. She doesn’t obv and she’s able to successfully find a solution to the Phantom problem.

Once she’s back, though, she does have a near immediate breakdown- with it all over, her brain can actually like. Process what her life was up to that point and she just kind of snaps. She ends up hospitalized for a few months to keep her safe from a HORRIFIC schizophrenic break. Trix uses STYX Bux for a place to stay so he can visit her near daily and help her through it. There’s also a REALLY bad incident with Ortho.

Minus that though from there it’s… really just them being happy, healing, and transitioning with each other. Idia becomes an indie game dev and Trix becomes a horror writer. He still streams (she started vtubing somewhere along the way too), but they’ve never publicly posted about their relationship. It’s really funny because it’s like blatant but they just try to act like it isn’t LMAO.

As they get older, they move to a small, quiet place in the Queendom of Roses. They have 3 kids (who I also have ocs for but that’s WAY too cringe) who are very well loved. Ortho also lives with them and they have a very happy family. :)

TL;DR: Idia wins the VTuber Fuck A Fan contest.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Sirius leaned in, but Remus was strong to look away and avoid the kiss. He was angry now. They were having a really good time so far and Sirius had to ruin it.

"Sirius..." Remus protested, mainly as an scold, because Sirius didn't learn. It was obvious what he was doing. He had to have everyone attracted to him.

"It was just an innocent kiss..." Sirius backed away apologetically. "It's okay if you don't want to" he shrugged trying to look like he didn't care.

Remus sighed and shook his head.

"We've talked about this. I am not willing to be a game anymore..." Remus explained as he started gathering the picnic things they had used. "You said you needed time and I respect that but I am not up for this again"

Sirius pursed his lips "You were the one to invite me to have a picnic with you, remember?"

"Yeah as a thank you for all that you've done for me" Remus snapped "As friends"

Sirius scoffed "I don't understand..." he said, rather angrily "You flirt with me, follow me around, say nice things to me... And now you act cold..."

"Yes, I love you!" Remus yelled it, because it seemed impossible for Sirius to understand either way "I am a fool in love..." Remus added, now feeling his cheeks on fire because he had surprised Sirius "But that doesn't mean I want to be played by you all my life..." he stood up "I want to be able to be with you. Kiss you, touch you, hold your hand, call you something more than a friend..." then he looked at Sirius as the latter mirrored his position "But it sucks because I know I can't. You are always going to be confused and it is very unlikely that we end up together. So that's what I got... I still want to be able to be your friend without feeling this way, without loving you like this, but it is rather impossible. But I don't know what to do. I don't want to lose you. It is killing me not being able to have you"

Never in a million years, Remus had been good at expressing his feelings and confessing himself. But he had been hiding his love for Sirius for so long that he felt like boiling water, ready to combust. He needed to let it all out. He was sick and tired of being the good friend, waiting for Sirius to come around.

"I think it is better if I stay away from you" Remus added, now seeing Sirius was too shocked to respond "And forget about you"

Remus sighed before he started picking up things. Just to have something to do. Or hide his embarrassment. He felt Sirius’s eyes on him as his hands were busy, storing things on a basket. He wished he wasn't ruining their dynamic or friendship. Though the feelings he had were too strong to hide them anymore.

"You are the best thing that has happened to me, Remus" Sirius said, making Remus's heart stop for a second. He faced him. Sirius’s eyes were penetrating him. So intense and wild. Full of emotions.

"You just came into my life to fuck me up..." Sirius added "And I mean that in the best way..." he chuckled, running his fingers through his hair, making it messy as Remus liked it "You are the best friend someone could ask for. So sweet and delicate. But at the same time a fucking tornado. So wild and crazy... I... I haven't done anything, I am no special... I am in fact a mess, and you still love me like no one else had. And I don't know what to do about it... "

Sirius’s eyes filled with upcoming tears. "Fuck it... I was planning on how to express this but I am just going to say it"

Remus's heart was jumping on his chest at this point. He didn't notice how his eyes had gone wet as well.

"Say what?" Remus asked quietly and carefully.

Sirius opened his mouth but hesitated. He looked so nervous it seemed impossible for someone like him. But there he was, looking adorable like a lost puppy. Sirius could lie easily but something in his eyes always told Remus the truth. It gave Remus hope and a goddammit anticipation to hear what he wanted to hear. He had been dreaming about it for so long.

"Say it, Sirius"

"I.. I just.."

"Say it!" Remus demanded now, desperate.

"I am fucking crazy in love with you!"

The words came out as fast as a lighting. Unable to stop them. Powerful, dangerous but beautiful. Remus was speechless. He felt a rush of electricity running through him. Chills but the good kind.

"I am going insane! You drive me crazy, Remus! Fuck!" Sirius was yelling now. Almost furious with raging tears and all. But Remus didn't know if it was anger, happiness or sadness. Or something else entirely.

Sirius closed the gap between them until he was too close to Remus that he could feel his breath. Everything was happening so fast. Remus was dizzy in the most beautiful way.

"And I don't want you to forget about me" Sirius added, searching for his eyes "I am not going to allow that"

And just like that, Remus was grabbed by his neck and pulled into a kiss. He responded eagerly and easily. Like always. It would be always like that. Remus would always fall for Sirius again and again. No matter what.

This time the way Sirius kissed him was full of passion. He was trying to prove his point. He was trying to show with actions (and lots of tongue) what he had just said. The way Sirius kissed him now felt different than the others. It was the best kiss so far. Fucking hell.

Remus's knees felt weak.

Remus believed him. Remus had no doubt that Sirius spoke the truth. He loved him. He truly loved him. Remus's heart was going to explode with joy.

To prove it, he smiled and giggled in the little time they broke apart. Sirius gave him that gorgeous smile of his as well. This was heaven. Immediately after, Sirius was kissing him again. Loving someone this much couldn't be this healthy, Remus thought, as his heart combusted with emotions. But he couldn't care less. He let himself go. And he kissed and kissed Sirius until they were both out of breath.

[mega-punani]

Hello hello!! I really love your writing and your art sm!! <33 I gotta say I'm all in for the romantic feels asks but platonic dynamics have a special place in my heart so- got any headcanons for the pirate au boys with a little sister medic/healer crewmate? Like the passive sweetie in the background that makes sure everyone's okay and her worry about everyone rivals that of edge yk? Ty! ^w^

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Worried Medic Younger Sibling Y/N!:

Sans: Oh great, yet another sibling to spend sleepless nights worrying about... All jokes, Sans loves them to bits, and he is so incredibly grateful that they would go out of their way to fret over him and take care of him. He had just grown so used to hiding his weaknesses, for Pap's sake. But now, he finally had someone who took care of him like he does everyone else. Even if he's gonna crack cringey puns along the way. He'll let out a low chuckle every time they tell him to shut it. Papyrus: He's so touched! As much as he hates to make them worry, a part of him always cries when Y/N rushes up to him with a concerned expression and a medkit. Although Sans practically raised him, he could never feel good actually pouring all his concerns out to his stressed older brother. But his wonderful, amazing, talented sibling is the beam of sunshine he never knew he needed. Blue: NOOOOO NOT ANOTHER EDGE! Blue is sprinting the moment they approach him with a medkit. He always hated the doctor, and you are telling him that his beloved younger sibling is one of those apple-repelled freaks? With great effort, running, screaming, and other crewmates' help, Y/N will be patching up Blue with an iron grip on his skull. He'll whine, but he really is glad that they are willing to put up with his goofs. He will give you a big hug when he's all better and then jump straight into the fray like they didn't just spend 2 hours getting him fixed up.

Stretch: Literally the definition of the annoying older brother. Will come into the medical bay just to knock something off of the table and then turn off the lights, leaving Y/N in the dark. He'll say jokes and puns until someone shoves gauze in his mouth and will not stop bothering you. He has his moments and is a great shoulder to lean on when times are rough. And it's not like the teasing is one-sided! Y/N had seen their fair share of romance poems and songs that Stretch swore he had stashed away. Too bad Cash will do about anything for 3G.

Red: Annoying older brother #2 except he's the type to air punch you and profusely apologize if he accidentally hits you. He rolls his eyelights every time they scold him, sprinkling a few "Who are you, Edge?" and "Big words for such a short guy." He will be relentless when it comes to goofing off. One moment he's your partner in crime, another moment, he is giving you a noogie for being in his business.

Edge: It's like a nagging cycle. Y/N will fret over Edge triggering him to start analyzing you, and then it's just Y/N's sweet concern and Edge's masked care repeated into infinity. Of course, he can't help but cherish the feeling of being so looked after. Even if he feels like it is his duty to look after his younger sibling. He will give them a rare smile, just glad that they love him enough to try, even if he was as stubborn as a mule.

Razz: He's already covering his earholes the moment Y/N enters his navigation status chamber of a room. He groans and grumbles while they place some much-needed food on his desk, blocking his view of his book. But of course, he will never actually yell or rage at his kind younger sibling, although that was the only thing he knew best. He won't say a thank you, but just know that he is so giddy that his sibling is being so thoughtful. You can tell from the warm breeze and the pretty clouds.

Cash: Steals. Everything. He thinks it is the FUNNIEST thing in the world to bother the soul out of his siblings, and his poor younger sibling Y/N. So sweet, so kind, so... EASY TO STEAL FROM! The food they were saving for later? Gone. The little candy jar that they use to give to the crew after checkups? Vanished. Y/N's favorite jacket that doesn't even fit him? Wow, he actually looks really good in it- NO HE'S STRETCHING THE FABRIC. He thinks it's so incredibly rejuvenating when Y/N chases him around. Of course, doesn't last long cause that smoker is already heaving for breath. Bear: Being a sibling is the only way that Bear will not feel nervous about touching Y/N. Of course, he will make sure not to pat to hard or shake them around, but he will be more willing to throw Y/N around if he thinks that they are in danger. He will protect just as fiercely as Y/N would, and he is just so happy to be surrounded by that familial warmth he was never allowed to enjoy. Expect big thank-you meals every time he gets patched up. Cinnamon: He knows that Y/N worries for him sometimes, and he can't help but feel guilty. There are so many things that are wrong with him, and it seems like they visit him every day when he has yet another issue with his eyes or teeth. But every time he is reassured. Perhaps that is why he finds his sibling so wonderful. Because no matter how terrible he feels Y/N will always patch him up and give him a big hug. Having such a caring younger sibling had inspired him to be the best big bro!

[akatsuki-shin]

Hi, @akatsuki-shin thanks so much for sharing your wonderful fanfics. I love to read them...🤩

I found your blog, cause I saw a lot of your JJK posts. Then I realized that you're also the author of quite a lot my favorite fanfics (sorry for being late in realizing it)....

Wow, now that you mentioned it, one of my twitter moot also like to post paralell between SatoSugu and HuaLian, somehow I felt it's not quite fit to their dynamics, and you worded them perfectly....

After reading your previous ask, do you mind if I ask you danmei questions? Can I ask your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from 'X'? And why you loved them? And your top 5 (or top 3) favorite moments from the novel? Thanks if you want to answer and sorry for the long ask....

'X' can be Qiang Jianjiu, Can Ci Pin or Mo Du, feel free to pick either one that you want to answer....

Aaaahhh thank you so much for reading my fics! 🥺 Hopefully I can post in the future for you to read hahaha

Yeah, I mean, for a ship to be similar to SatoSugu, I think one of them has to at least give off that Mom vibe like Suguru. Ngl, if Gojo were to marry Geto, he's not only going to get himself a wife but a Mom, as well, because he can be pretty childish and unhinged while Geto is there to make sure he doesn't run off somewhere. 😂

For your question, I'll go with Qiang Jinjiu.

My favorite character is definitely Shen Lanzhou. He's so pretty and smart. If he weren't so sickly, he would've been super strong when it comes to fighting. I love the fact that despite him often being looked down due to his looks and status, he ends becoming the most fearsome character in the story. Like, if you slight Ce'an, you may get off with just a few punches from him, but if you slight Lanzhou, you'll probably disappear that very same day. 😂

Next one is Xiao Ce'an. I love to see his change from wanting to kill Lanzhou on first sight then ended up becoming the most dedicated and loyal lover as the story progressed. Considering how precious Lanzhou is to me, I kinda share Ce'an's adoration for him and it just makes me happy to see him trying to spoil Lanzhou in every way.

For the third place, I'm not sure if I should say Papa Xiao Fangxu or Qi Zhuyin. They both definitely have a special place in my heart because of how strong and cool they are. Maybe I'll put Papa Xiao on 3rd and General Qi on 4th because I really love how we can see Xiao Fangxu's personality in Ce'an, especially with the way they both love and adore their partner. Qi Zhuyin is super awesome, though. Despite everyone's doubt on her as a woman, she proved to be a great and strong general (I think her troops are the most crucial there because she leads, like, 300thousand soldiers or something?).

I think it's pretty weird to put this one as a favorite character, but for some reason, I really love Ce'an's horse, Lang Tao Xue Jin. This horse always has the coolest description whenever it shows up and it's so funny when CeZhou had sex that night while riding the horse. The poor thing, LMAO. Also love Meng the gyrfalcon. I love them both. <3

As for my favorite moment, my number one is definitely when Ce'an resurrects the Libei Armored Cavalry after his father's death, that battle when they caught the Scorpions off-guard bytheir weapons and tactics upgrade in winter and pushes them all down to the Chasi Sink Hole. What I love the most about QJJ is how cinematic the battle scenes are and that one, followed by how Lanzhou desperately jumps into the sink hole to chase after Ce'an like a scene straight out of his nightmare is so uuurrgggghhhhhh 😭😭😭

Next one is the huge decisive battle with Hassen. Like, man, I didn't think I sleep at all until I finished that entire arc until Ce'an came and finished Hassen for good. From the very start when the invasion has just begun, to when the old commander (Yin Chang?) sacrificed himself outside the gate, when Fei Sheng rode all the way to lit the tower, when Tantai Hu came with reinforcement, and when Ce'an shot his arrow right before Hassen killed Lanzhou. I truly have no words; that must be the coolest battle scene I've read in my whole life.

The third one goes back a bit further to the earlier part when Lanzhou lets Ce'an go and locks him out of the city gate, so he could confront the guy who killed his teacher (Han Cheng, I think). But then Fei Sheng opened the gate for him and let Ce'an brought Lanzhou with him. That was so intense and the following hurt/comfort scene is just heartbreaking aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I'm not sure what to put as my fourth and fifth favorite scenes because there are so many interesting scenes throughout the story. I do remember two scenes that I still remember to this day.

One is when Qi Zhuyin's vice commander(?) sincerely told her that even if nobody were to remember her after this, then he would be the one to always light a candle for her, and after his death he would make sure his children continue to do the same. Qi Zhuyin really deserved that recognition after all her struggles and this show of sincere loyalty really just strikes me in my weakest point hhhhhhhhh

The other one is when Lu Yizhi came to visit Lanzhou to see what kind of man his brother-in-law has fallen in love with, but Lanzhou has no idea about it at all. And then at the end, Fei Sheng inadvertently opened the gift Lu Yizhi left for Lanzhou and went "mother of god it's a dowry" or something. xD

[moonearthangel]

Words and stuff and things if anyone needs! <3 -

Definitely still an astrological calendar situation and shift going on! My spider senses and antennas are sort of giving me strong closing out of past horoscopical and life chapters and calendar phases and jumping into sunny and new and fresh! Things can just look a little stagnant or held up before changing or flowing again over night. But i mean closing out for the first time in 5 or 6 years. Like how one day you wake up and the leaves are just different colors or there’s snow on the ground or a new flower or flowers.

Multispheres are interesting here because they’re pretty cool reminders that everyone lives and thinks in different sort of collective groups sometimes. Unique to you and your loved ones or friends and partners and acquaintances! But overall there’s bigger and lesser mind spheres shared by people and even in spiritual thinking, there’s an idea i was getting about a “godsphere” or “guardian angel sphere” - this is from a psychic medium perspective - or a “humansphere” indicating there’s One Reality overall but there’s definitely more than one reality overall too. By like fractionals! I think one of the take aways or lessons with that thought or message, is that you really should love and appreciate your best friends and soulmates and family and people you might live or work around. Fully and intimately, or actually just inside of your heart and mind and nothing more than respect inside your heart and maybe a smile or a wave to someone else, or a usual one that looks a little differently one day.

(It’s good to always keep your opinions and perspectives changing and evolving too)

Anyways, lol - It’s always just a nice reminder to stay strong and look forward or even proactively add some vibrant times in or back or better and a little different than ever.

Great time for brand new things! New chapters and eras

Great time for refreshing your look or aesthetics or style or even home or values

Going to appointments, checkups

Practicing peace, patience,

Not caring so much about the little details, but also maybe caring about some of the little details. Right?

Expecting and anticipating love and help without asking for it, or certainly if you do.

Staying true to yourself and heart and values of who you’ve always been and who you are … Even pay attention to how other people are thinking! New patterns and trends and social stuff ! Bringing back fun and new times or maybe out of the box, or keeping that thought in your back pocket for later… im not sure if that one will be right on time for everyone

Really just keep your mind completely closed and completely open!

Are you identifying more with being loving and together or sort of community spread or having an introverted or lonely or even alone time feel or vibe lately? All just words, do what makes you happy. Good, really good and special close connections are nice to remember or go for too. Predicting new friendships and relationships and family patterns or dynamics kind of. Or exactly that and it.

Have fun with being as young as you are now.

Be fair and expect it back. 🩷

Any time you lose something or feel you’ve messed up or lost in some way or that something else messed something up, add something back better. Or just add something back of equal value to you or another. For yourself!

Have a good and nice day! :) 💚 stay square or a little more or less, whichever way you feel blown haha 😉

[ravenkinnie]

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this is acc a special case because it's almost fully planned out jsjsjsj the tea of it all is that the escort au has two more parts somewhere in my wips that could have happened at some point - one is a bit of a transition one shot so it's not that interesting on its own here but the second would have been a multichapter post-time skip

because this is fully planned out, I can show you what level of insanity we got up to in cws:

cws: psychosis, mental health issues, medical trauma, sex work and whorephobia, silco, prison trauma, discussions of self-harm and suicide, general questionable parenting and dysfunction, internalised ableism and themes of transhumanism, death and illness

the tldr is that if you go back and reread the two parts that do exist you will note that jinx has a scar on her chest, this scar is maybe not obviously but implied a result of a past heart surgery - so yeah a huge catalyst and theme here is medical topics, health care access etc this is somewhat of a jumping point to ofc the family and romance drama that ensues across like 12 chapters with a class difference at the heart of both the romantic and personal character conflicts. my vision is something of a character study/romance/drama with soft sci-fi elements, think something like literary sci-fi like how high we go in the dark or sth

some notable notes:

on top of that I have also stuff outlined like vanco divorce drama, vi causing drama post-prison and fucking across runeterra (you might guess one person, you would not have guessed the other, im on my rarepair shit always), caitlyns relationship with her family and jayce, their brothers are actually characters here which is fun cause they are dead as fuck in every other fic of mine, viktor would have an actual character arc and a strong dynamic with jinx and fun little details I want to play with at some point

also corina was gonna make a comeback because slay queen, I love when exes come back to be messy

Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.