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sweetest-honeybee · 5 months ago
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venusiangguk · 4 years ago
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gold rush | jjk (m)
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>>pairing: jungkook x reader
>>genre: pwp, smut, college au (kinda), established relationship
>>word count: 5k+
>>warnings: oral (m/f), fingering (f), phone sex, normal sex, explicit sex, slapping tits, slapping, crying, degrading, dirty talk, all the sex stuff, jks a lil mean and condescending but it’s very cool and sexy
>>notes: hello! this is my first post on here :) it’s part of a longer scenario i’m just seeing how it’s received before posting the full length version~~
>>summary: jk comes back from a weekend away and he wants to show you just how much he missed you. 
pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3
It’s a Saturday night and you’re laying in your boyfriends dorm room bed by yourself. You’re bored and alone because Jeongguk had an away tournament that was far enough to warrant a hotel for the weekend. Typically you would have tagged along like many of the students at your university, but you had had a test on Friday that you couldn’t miss. Which is why you found yourself wrapped in one of his t shirts, under his blanket scrolling absently through your phone not really paying attention to anything much, just going from app to app.
Due to the lack of anything better to do, you boredly slipped your hand under the waist band of your panties. Not particularly horny... just passing the time you would say. You casually ran your fingertips over your smooth lips before yanking your hand out, being struck with an idea. You quickly type a text to Jeongguk.
you :
hi
i’m touching myself rn
Short sweet and to the point. You nibble on your lip as you see the typing bubble pop up not even 5 seconds after it says ‘delivered’.
koo 🥴:
hi
pics ? 🥺
You roll your eyes. Two years of dating and that’s still how he responds.
you :
no way
wyd rn ??
koo 🥴:
:(
why not
i’m at dinner w my team
jimin and tae say hi
-insert pic-
You smile at the pic your boyfriend took of his friends. You were pretty close to all of the team but more so Taehyung and Jimin, seeing as you and Jeongguk would go on double dates with the couple quite often.
you:
tell them i said hi and that they should kiss 😌
Immediately he responds.
koo 🥴:
they said only if u send me pics 😌
You laugh before snapping a selfie to send to him.
you:
you didn’t even ask them but ok 🙄
koo 🥴:
ur in my shirt while jerking off ?
😩 🤌 🏻
pics PLASE
PLEASE**
You giggle and you’re about to respond when you get a facetime call from him.
“You’re so impatient,” You scold. From the looks of it, he’s in a bathroom stall.
“And you’re so mean.” He pouts. “Lemme see ‘em.”
You think about being annoying and making him wait more, but he looks so handsome and hopeful that you just can’t bring yourself to tease much. You grab the bottom of his loose t shirt and pull it up and tuck it under your chin. The cool air of the room makes your nipples harden and you grab one of your tits in your free hand and squeeze and shake it gently. “These?” You ask sweetly.
His eyes are hooded and he subconsciously runs his tongue over his lips before biting the plump bottom one softly. He’s blushing when he says, “Mhmm, they’re so pretty. Will you lick them for me, baby?”
You groan. “You know I hate doing that.”
He swallows, and fusses with his hair for a second before his hand goes out of frame again. “I know it just- makes me so hard, I love watching you do it. You don’t have to though.”
You sigh and grip under your boob, and do your best to get your nipple to your mouth. They aren’t small but at the same time they aren’t the biggest so its kinda tough, but if you really try you can get it done. Once you swirl your tongue around your nipple, you hear a soft moan come from your phone speaker and you feel it go straight to your pussy. You suck on your nipple a little more before pulling off with a loud pop!
“Are you hard?” You ask, a slight shake to your voice as you get more and more turned on. He nods. “Are you touching?” He nods again. “Show me.”
He doesn’t hesitate. He pulls his sweater up and holds it between his teeth so you can see his toned stomach as well as the bulge in his pants. He runs his hand over it, toying with the tip some, making soft muffled noises fall from his lips. His stomach tenses a little bit.
You put your hand down your panties again, and tease a little at your clit. “You look so good, I wish you weren’t so far away...” You whine quietly.
Jeongguk groans and brings his face back into view. “I know, baby. I can’t even stay here with you to help or coach will get suspicious. We are supposed to be team bonding before the final game tomorrow.” He rolls his eyes. “I’ve got to will this boner away and go back out there.” He sounds like it pains him as much as it pains you to finish off alone.
“Take it out really quick, just for a second,” You say quickly before he goes.
He scowls playfully. “I really can’t stay, so just a little.”
You lick your lips and nod quickly, rubbing your fingers on your clit a little faster.
He gets the angle right and unbuttons his pants and pulls his hard cock out just enough for him to stroke up and down. He groans once he gets a hand around himself at the same time that you let out a high pitch moan.
Jeongguks cock is so pretty. It’s fat and plump and pink. Shiny at the tip where he’s already leaking. He always gets so wet for you, just like you get wet for him. His hand wrapped around himself is truly a sight. His long slender fingers moving up and down before the whole hand grips around his girth. He’s thick and long and the thought of him filling you up makes you whine and your pussy pulse.
“Are you touching yourself baby?” He whispers.
You nod. “Yes, yeah... please come home. Right now.”
He hums on a laugh. “Show me how wet that pretty pussy gets for me.”
You swirl your fingers around your wetness before bringing the glistening digits up into view of the camera. He groans and his head falls back before putting the camera back down to his cock to show you how fast he’s stroking.
“You get that wet for me even though I’m miles and miles away? How slutty baby... How do you taste hmm? Sweet like when I last tasted you just a couple of days ago?”
You’re just about to suck your fingers into your mouth for him when you hear a door open through your phone speaker.
“Kook? It’s time to stop jerking off and participate in the bonding activities, Captain .”
You can tell from the deep voice that it’s Taehyung that came to get him. You giggle quietly.
“Yeah yeah, I’m coming give me a minute.” He says through the bathroom stall. He sighs, and gives you a playful eye roll like he’s exasperated.
“Don’t cum while I’m here, and be thankful that it was me that came to get you and not coach. Bye y/n!” He says loudly.
“Bye Tae!” You squeak as you hear the door close.
Jeongguk groans, but smiles lazily at you. “Guess I gotta go.”
You hum. “Guess you do Captain.”
He laughs a little as he does his pants back up, tucking his now mostly soft cock away. “I love you. Cheer me on tomorrow. I’ll see you after, but I probably won’t get back to the dorms till late. Are you gonna be there still or are you going back to yours?”
“I’ll wait for you. Score a goal for me, and text me later. Love you.” You smooch at the screen and Jeongguk does the same before the call ends.
And with that you are once again left alone, but a lot more horny than before the talk. So you do what any sensible person would do.
You pull up the hub.
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Jeongguk walks into his dorm room around 10 pm, and the first thing he sees is you, right where you were when you hung up the night before after your little facetime sesh. The only difference is that you’re wearing a different shirt, still his, and you have ice cream in your hand and your laptop set up on your lap a show playing in the background.
At the sound of the door opening your eyes find his and you quickly set your food down on his night stand, and fling the covers off your lap, paying no mind to the mac book that is now buried somewhere under his comforter, before squealing and flinging yourself into his arms.
He grabs you easily, bags dropping to the floor, hands under your butt to keep you hoisted. You wrap you legs around his tiny waist and smush your lips to his cheek and mumble a distorted, “I missed you.”
“Okay so kiss me about it,” He says back, eyes glinting and lips puckered.
You giggle, placing your hands on his cheeks, angling your head to slot your lips between his. He parts easily for you, and starts to walk you both back to his bed before he drops you where he found you. You bounce lightly and take a second to take him in.
He’s wearing oversized comfy clothes, grey sweats and a big white long sleeve shirt. His long hair is soft and shiny, falling over his pretty face delicately. He must have had a shower at the hotel after the game. He looks soft and oh so sweet. You just want to devour him. From the looks of the semi in his pants, he’s feeling the same way about you.
“Ah, already getting hard for me?” You coo, hand cupping him over his sweats. He pushes against your palm, unashamed. “You just got here baby.”
He shrugs looking down at you. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all weekend. I had to rub one out in the bathroom room last night as soon as we got back to the hotel. Tae and Jimin were right outside.”
You nuzzle into the material of his sweats feeling his cock quickly become fully erect as you mouth at it. His hand comes down to cup your cheek, run through your hair. “I watched porn after we got off the phone.”
“Did you?” He asks, shifting away for a second so he can pull his sweats down, leaving him in his briefs. You see a little wet patch where the tip is. You suck lightly over the material and he moans loud and clear for you. He sounds so much prettier in person, over the phone just doesn’t compare.
“Yeah, came so hard. Was thinking about you and me.”
“Fuck. Did you make a mess all over my sheets?”
You shake your head as you slowly pull the waist band of his briefs down his hard cock. Once it’s free it bounces in front of your face, flushed and begging for your mouth. You stroke lightly while saying, “No, but I did find something that I wanna try.” You flick your tongue under the head and the hand in your hair tightens and pushes slightly. You part your lips and let him in.
“Mmm, you can tell me all about it once I’m done with you. I can’t wait any longer baby. Swallow me,” He moans, both hands going to the back of your head and pulling you farther onto his cock. He jerks when he feels you swallow around the tip. “So fucking good.” He sighs.
You let him have his way, fucking your throat a little, although he’s much gentler than he usually is when he does it, and he does it for a much shorter time. He must be tired from the weekend, or he must have something else in mind for tonight.
“Lay back baby.” He says when he pulls out of your throat, crawling on the mattress. He finds your discarded laptop and places it under the bed out of the way. You both remove the rest of your clothes before you do as he says and he settles down between your legs.
You figure since he got hard literally on arrival, that he wouldn’t waste time with teasing, would get right to the good part. But no. He takes his sweet time kissing, licking and biting at your thighs, squeezing them roughly in his hands. He nuzzles into your skin flicking the lightest lick over you pussy lips before pulling back and blowing a little. You gasp and roll your hips, trying to get him closer to where you wanted, spreading your legs even farther apart, presenting yourself to him. But he’s having none of that.
“Stop fucking squirming,” He groans before you feel his grip tighten on your hips. But still he doesn’t go where you want him, so you fight against his hold.
“Stop teasing then,” you whine with a scowl.
He bites at your inner thigh. “Hush baby.”
You huff and hit your tiny fists on the bed, frustrated and fussy. “Make me.”
Jeongguk stills and you gulp. He glances up from between your thighs, and he quirks an eyebrow at you.
“What was that?” He asks, much too calmly.
“I said make me.” You whisper poutily.
He sighs and sits up. You get to whine for just a second before you’re yelping and squeezing your legs shut. He just smacked your pussy.
“Shut up.” He says. He doesn’t sound angry, very casual in fact. He rubs his hands over your legs, easing them back open. “Y’know y/n, I had a very long weekend. Travelled hours to play 4 games in two days. Travelled hours back.” He’s running his fingertips over your pussy lips, smearing around the slick you know is pouring out of you. You shiver. You love it when he gets like this. You love it every time your guys are together, but when he’s extremely one way or the other, extremely dominant or extremely submissive? It just makes your entire body burn and your pussy ache. “I even scored a goal for you in the final.” He glances at you, finally sneaking his finger between your folds, he grazes your clit and you shiver, legs spreading even more. “All I wanted to do was get home and take care of you... Make my girl feel good...” He’s rubbing circles around the little nub and your hips slowly start to rock into his touch, breathing heavy from the pleasure. His girl. Yes. You’re his girl. You tell him so.
“Really?” He asks. You nod. He hums. “That’s funny because all I see here is a brat .” He spits out, before another smack lands on your sensitive cunt.
You cry out, trying to close your legs again, but he holds them open. He settles between them again and says sternly, “Now be good. I’m going to do it how I want. Do you understand?” You whisper a tiny yes. He sighs like he’s relieved that you’re not going to be difficult and put up much of a fight, so he can finally do what he’s been wanting to for days. He pushes back on your thighs so your cunt it fully exposed to him, and he spits on it before rubbing his fingers around the sticky mess. Every time he rubs over your clit you twitch, but you’re trying to be good.
“So fucking messy baby. So gross.” He says sweetly as presses his tongue flat on your opening before licking all the way to your clit. He moans at the taste of you despite his words just a moment ago and your eyes roll back. He’s in a mean mood now. And you’re gushing for it. “You’re lucky you’re so pretty baby... because your little cunt is so nasty , just leaking all over the place. I’ve barely even touched her, and she’s dripping down to my sheets. How did you manage to keep them clean while I was gone hmm?” He doesn’t let you respond, quickly sucking your clit into his mouth suctioning it just a bit before flicking the tip of his tongue over it quickly.
“Ah, f-fuck-“ You gasp. You raise yourself onto your elbows so you can watch. He hums around your clit before he flicks his eyes to you. You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut before falling to your back again, not able to handle the gaze he gives you.
He pulls off and uses his fingers to open your lips and pull the hood back before making his tongue flat and licking slowly over your exposed clit.
“Oh my god- That’s- that feels so good baby,” You say between breaths. Your legs are starting to get a slight tremble to them but still, you pull them farther back, making yourself as open as you can for his tongue.
He hums and then smiles, biting at your clit gently, making you jolt. “Feels good baby?” He rubs his fingers all over your core again. You nod and he says, “Could have felt good before and not had spanks if you weren’t so fucking bad.” He swats your cunt again lightly, before sighing and kissing your clit sweetly. Your head is spinning from the switches in his mood but you love it. Love that you don’t know what to expect when he slides his fingers into you. He moans and rests his head on your inner thigh, watching as his fingers slip in and out of your heat. He looks like he’s in awe of your cunt, watching as it clenches and sucks his fingers in. He looks so lovely between your legs.
“Always so fucking tight, can’t wait to get my cock in here.” When he says ‘here’ he curls his fingers inside of you and your back arches off of the bed, and you moan his name loudly. “That’s it baby...” He whispers against your core before he starts to thrust his fingers into you, curling on the pull out. He adds his mouth and you start to shake. Your hands find his hair and you pull him closer, feel him lick and suck at your clit like its the best thing he’s ever tasted. He moans while he eats your pussy. And he has the nerve to call you nasty. He’s absolutely filthy.
“I- close-“ You choke out, relishing in the sloppy wet pleasure that his mouth and fingers are giving you.
He says ‘mhmm’ against your clit before pulling away to get out a quick, “Fuck. Yeah you are, cum for me.” and then he’s diving right back in, focusing on where you’re most sensitive, your clit and your g spot.
“There baby, yeah- fuck , don’t stop ,” You whine quietly as your body tenses. Your legs are shaking out of control, before the string in you snaps and you cry out. Your thighs close around his head and you grind your cunt into his face riding out your orgasm before it gets too much and your try to squirm away. But Jeongguk holds you there until you’re almost crying from the overstimulation.
You pull at his hair, begging him to stop, and finally, he does. He pulls away from your messy cunt, and lays himself on top of you before kissing you deep, wasting no time sticking his tongue in your mouth so you can taste yourself on him. You moan and twine your fingers through his long hair, arching your body to get as close to him as you can. You feel him start to rut his cock over your sensitive core, and gasp. He’s so hard, you can feel him throb against you. He pulls away and grips his cock at the base, lining it up with your pussy before sliding it up and down, teasing your clit even more, mixing his precum with his spit and your slick. He focuses his frenulum on your clit, and his hips twitch. His head rolls back, and his mouth opens in a silent moan. He pulls back and when he looks at you again, he looks wild. His eyes are dark with desire and his pupils are blown. His hands grip at your body like he can’t get enough of you. You’ll have pretty little bruise blossoms all over your body in the morning. Finally, the tip of his cock breaches your center.
You’re so hot, and tight, and so fucking wet around him, that Jeongguk can’t keep the moan that falls from his lips locked away as he pushes inside of you. He pushes all the way to the hilt, you can feel him flush against your clit. Your mouth falls open in pleasure, but your eyes never leave him, the first thrust always being your favorite. Finally getting filled up like you wanted. You can feel him in your belly, heat pooling there as he lets you adjust to his size. Sometimes he likes press his hand into your tummy while he fucks you. Says can feel his cock splitting you open. You watch the man above you part his lips and furrow his brows in pleasure while he does his best to not go too fast, tries not to thrust into you wildly like he so wants to.
He’s leaning over you, hands on the side of your head. You run your palms up his sides, whispering, “I’m good, you feel so good. Give it to me please.” You lean up and press a kiss to his collarbone.
He’s quick as he hikes your legs up and hooks them on his shoulders. He rests some of his weight on you, bending you in half as he starts moving his hips. He pulls out to just the tip before slamming back in with one swift motion. Your hands claw at his back, the angle he has you in allowing him to reach even deeper. Gasps are punched out of you as he starts to set his brutal, sharp pace, not forgetting how bad your were earlier. He’s going to make sure you feel every inch of him for days.
“Oh my god, fuck. That’s so fucking good, Jeongguk. Please fuck me,” Your moans are high pitched and close to sobs.
He leans back some and spreads your legs wide, hands on your ankles to keep them open and he looks down slowing his thrust to watch as he slides into your little cunt. Your pussy is swollen and pink around his cock. He can see your arousal shiny on the base of his cock. “Fuuuck,” He moans as he closes his eyes basking in the feel of you clenching tight around him. He’s slowly pulling his cock from you, only for you pussy to pull him right back in. “This pussy was made to take my cock, huh?” He says speeding up. You nod and tell him, “Yes only your cock gets me this wet, this fucking hot.” He pumps his cock into you hard enough for you to get jostled, so your words come out in choppy and incoherent moans.
The way he’s fucking you makes your tits bounce, perky and pretty. He growls and leans down to suck a nipple into his mouth. You arch into his touch, cute little mewls falling from your lips as his tongue flicks over the small bud. You brush his long hair out of his eyes, holding him to your tit as he makes goosebumps rise to your skin.
“That feels so nice baby,” You say. It’s quiet and desperate, you head thrown back, neck extended and bared to him.
His eyes flick up to look at you, still playing with your nipples. He sees you bared in submission and can’t help the hand that rubs up your torso all the way to your neck. Just begging to have a hand around it. He pulls off your your tit, letting one of your legs fall to around his waist and you moan loud and long as the picks up his pace again.
Your favorite position. He knows how to fuck you any and every way, but like this he fucks you just right, making you fall apart in no time at all. The hand around your throat tightens at the sides, making the moans and whines that come out of your mouth high pitched and airy. The lack of blood flow to your brain makes you feel lightheaded and fuzzy, almost euphoric as he fucks you into submission. His free hand smacks your tits lightly, and you clench from the dull pain as they jiggle. Jeongguk swears.
“God your pussy is just milking my cock, not even letting me pull out all the way. Such a greedy , selfish little cunt. Can’t get enough of this cock filling her up.” He grips your hips with both hands and watches your pussy swallow his cock.
You giggle, soft and delirious as you feel the first signs of your orgasm pool in the pit of your belly, right where Jeongguk’s cock is pounding into you.
“You think that’s funny?” He questions. He grips your jaw and makes you look at him. Your cheeks are smushed and your eyes water from the hold he has on you. “You think being a selfish, greedy little slut is funny?” He presses against the side of your face, biting at your cheek like he just needs to sink his teeth into something to let out some of the pent of feelings coursing through his veins.
“I just love it. Love your cock so much,” You whimper.
Jeongguk pulls back so he can look into your eyes again. He looks at you mockingly. “You love it?” His voice is condescending and it makes your pussy drip. “You fucking love it?” He looks crazed as his hips jackhammer into your cunt, the slaps of his skin meeting yours ringing loud and clear throughout the dorm. Bless his poor neighbors.
“Yes, yes I fucking love it,” God you’re going to cum.
He feels how close you are, sees the way your legs are trembling. He’s moaning when he says, “Shit baby, show me how much you love it. Show me, make that little pussy cream all over my fat cock.”
You nod helplessly as your body jerks in his hold. You can feel your pussy contract over his cock as he brings you the precipice of your pleasure. Tears fall from your eyes from how overwhelmingly good it feels.
Jeongguk fucks into you a few more times, the last of your orgasm leaving your body, as you listen to the higher pitched moans falling from his lips at a faster rate than before. He gasps as he pulls out and positions himself over your heaving chest, cock right in your face as he fists it fast.
“Fuck, open you mouth,” He says, voice dripping with pleasure. You do, smiling, tongue out. He groans deep before his hips jerk and he whispers, “I’m gonna cum,” with heavy lust filled eyes. You feel the first shot of cum land on your cheek.
“Mmm yeah, cum all over my face,” You hum, blissed out.
He milks every last drop of his load out, and you suckle on the tip until he’s whining and shivering, pulling back with an overwhelmed, overly sensitive gasp.
He catches his breath for a second before he gets up and makes his way to bathroom. He sees you about to wipe the cum off your face and says, “Wait a sec.”
You sit patiently, criss cross apple sauce, cum on your face, eyes red and wet from the tears you shed, until he comes back with a wet wash cloth in one hand. He makes a stop at his bags on the floor and fishes his phone out.
He sets the wash cloth on the night stand next to your forgotten, melted ice cream and pulls up the camera.
“Smile baby,” He says, softly giggling.
You do, big and radiant, throwing up a little finger heart. You hear the shutter a few times before his phone takes the place of the wash cloth on the night stand. You reach for it to clean yourself, but he pulls away, wanting to do it himself.
You smile as he concentrates and gently cleans up his mess from your face. His tongue peaks out of his lips and you peck him. He stills before scowling with a small smile, and continuing.
“You look so pretty when you have my nut all over you face,” He says absently. His thumb brushes under you eye. “When you cry too.” He cups your jaw and runs his thumb over your cheek bone. “I wasn’t too mean was I? Too rough?” His eyes search yours. You shake your head.
“No I like it when you get like that, ‘s sexy,” You say wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him so that you both are laying down. You wrap around him like a koala. He yawns and settles in your hold, snuggling into the bed.
“Okay good. You can be mean next time,” He sounds sleepy.
You scoff, knowing that you both know that when you take control it’s in a softer way. Degrading and being mean was his thing, what you liked. Jeongguk liked to be praised.
“Yeah okay,” You say sarcastically. “You’d cry in a non sexy way if I was even half as mean to you as you are to me,” You scratch at his scalp and he purrs.
“I’m sensitive,” He whines. Another yawn. “And sleepy. Shhhh.”
“Jeongguk wait,” You say.
“Hmm?” He says already close to knocking out.
“I wanna eat your ass next time.”
“Mhmm, okay. Now sleep please. Turn off the lamp.” He turns over, wanting to be the little spoon.
You know he didn’t actually listen to what you said, but that would not stop you from holding the ‘yes’ he gave you over his head in the morning when he’s more coherent. You flick off the lamp, and throw an arm over his waist. He snuggles back into you, fitting his body against yours. You kiss his shoulder and say, “Okay, remember that you said yes in the morning.”
All you get in response is a soft snore.
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and there it is! let me know if u want me to finish and post the whole thing! comments and feedback are appreciated!
part 2 here!
part 3 here!
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sanzusbaby · 3 years ago
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I’ve only done this a few times! But! I also wanted to ask a question if that’s ok? Not from any particular post but like an in general TR character reacts to finding a lost child in the mall?? Or maybe how the lost kid reacts to them?
If I was 4 and saw darken in the mall? Absolutely fine. He pick me up and everything, 100% kidnapp-able. The vibe are just to immaculate 😂 ✨Some spare brain thoughts perhaps?✨
Omg hi✨✨ thank you so much for asking skkjkekssj
Okay I’m like- not the most knowledgeable or the best at writing but ya know nvm and I’m always happy to share my lil thoughts 💭💓✨ so here is MY TAKE on what some of the tr bois would be like / react to finding a lost mini human
Mitsuya ♡ would see the kid alone and looking a lil’ lost and already be coming to their rescue. Squatting down next to the kid so they’re more eye level he’d make sure they’re okay and help find their parents. Hey, are you lost? Here come with me, Let’s look for your mom together, yeah?. He’d hold out his hand, and help them. Kid would love him, defo takes his hand straight away, he gives warm, safe, older sibling vibes the kid would just instantly trust. All smiles, overall 10/10
Ran ♡ would be out with rindou (ofc) and he spotted the kid stood alone with teary eyes threatening to spill any moment. Would perhaps hesitate what to do for a moment, giving a quick glance at his younger brother who, very helpfully just shrugged and went back to whatever he was doing. Looking back to the lost kid, he would carefully stroll over, with a smile he’d bend over, bending his knees slightly to come down to the child’s height a bit better. Hey, where are your parents? Ah~ are you lost? It’s okay ♡ don’t cry. We will look for them. He’d give the kid’s head a gentle pat and offer his hand. The kid might hesitate slightly upon ran’s initial approach, but would soon dry its teary eyes with a sniffle and accept his helping hand (hehe see what I did there?) overall 9.5/10. Coulda bent down a lil more, tall motherfcker, quite intimidating to a lil kiddo, but couldn’t be sweeter
RinRin (aka rindou) ♡ after a fight a few days before, his glasses ended up broken and with him needing a new pair he would have to go get them himself, without his brother due to ran’s teasing about rin being “as blind as a bat”. Which of course, he is not. He’d be looking through the selection of glasses broken pair in one hand, while skimming through the shelf with the other, trying to find a pair as close to his old ones as possible. When he heard little sniffles and a kid calling for his mother somewhere in another isle. He might sigh at the racket at first, finding it slightly distracting as he tries to find his new glasses but after he hears the kid again, he can’t resist. He’d mentally curse at the slight inconvenience, before putting his broken glasses back into his pocket and making his way to where he had heard the little kid. The glasses could wait he thought. Hey kid, here, don’t cry. Come on, let’s have a look for your mom. Where was she last? With a small smile, He’d gently take the kids hand and go looking for the mom. The kid might not be a 100% sure, wiping their eyes with a little sniffle but taking rin’s hand, they would accept his help and cling onto him until they were back with their mom. Overall.. 7.5/10. Kinda cold, might have ignored if his emotions hadn’t have got the better of him, but he still helped and the kid didn’t sniffle or search alone for long. Good rinrin did the right thing 😚
Draken ♡ hey kenchin~ let’s go to the bakery, okay~ was the last thing mikey had said to him, and also the reason he was currently stood infront of the glass window that was protecting the sweet treats from his boss’s grabby hands. Yo just choose already, we’ve been here for ages now,mikey. Wahh.. geez don’t be so impatient kenchin, there’s too many to choose from…. Mikey pouted as he continued to skim through the desserts. Draken sighed, closing his eyes briefly before reopening them to glance out of the bakery window. By chance, he spotted a little kid stood out on the street, alone and little hands clinging to their plush with tears in their eyes. He kept his gaze on the child for a moment before refocusing his attention on the cashier I’ll take one of those. The bell on the bakery door sounded as draken made his way out, and over to the lost kid. Making himself seem as non-intimidating as possible, he squatted down and sat scootched up (yes, that’s a word) yo… it’s alright, don’t cry. Are you lost? He spoke gently, as the kid nodded and wiped the tears from their eyes. He thought for a small moment don’t worry, come with me, kid. We will look for your mom together, okay? He reached forward to brush away any remaining tears. The kid , worries long gone, nodded and shuffled forwards towards draken, before clinging onto him in a hug as best as their little arms could manage. Surprised and a little flustered from the child’s sudden display of affection. He went to stand, but with the kid still clinging onto his waist, he was left with no choice but to scoop them up to sit better on his hip as they continued to snuggle into him. He cleared his throat and held onto the kid as to make sure they weren’t to fall ..uh.. ahem, right then kid, let’s have a look ‘round. Setting off, with the pastry he had bought for the kid earlier on and indecisive mikey still in the bakery, long, long forgotten. Overall 9.5/10
SO- those are sum of my lil thoughts ✨ also pls i ain’t a professional at anything so nobody come for me I WILL CRY okay🥰🥰 and I wanted to do more of the guys (coughsanzucogh) but I got lazy and shit, might still write something abt him tho bc I love the idea sm and I love him SO MUCH SKWJWJENW- ahem anyway 👉🏻👈🏻🥺 Thank you for asking ily kiss kiss
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kelpiemomma · 3 years ago
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Was thinking about the difference between Dawn and Akari last night for Jumping the Rails and enjoying considering how their lives differ. Since I need a distraction I’m gonna expand a lil more here.
Considering i think a handful of people followed me from Lifetime Guarantee to my tumblr page I think it’s fairly safe to post here. mild spoilers for behavior differences below the read more.
(there’s a lot here, sorry- many thoughts, head super full)
age
Both Dawn and Akari are 16, though Akari is months older than Dawn. When it comes to Jumping the Rails, Akari is just a couple months from her 17th birthday and Dawn is more like a few months after her 16th.
behavior
When it comes to behavior Dawn is extremely outgoing. She’s not afraid to chase after what she wants or what she thinks is right which can lead to her making mistakes because she jumped to conclusions. She’s brave, brash, and bold- things may scare her but she’s going to try and swallow that fear and do it anyway. She somewhat lacks a filter and is a little brutally honest when she can get away with it. Not that she doesn’t know how to keep secrets, because she does (and what her mother doesn’t know won’t hurt her...!), but she much prefers to cut straight to the point. She hates beating around a bush. Dawn isn’t afraid to complain that something is too difficult for her- but even while she does, she’s going to keep hacking at it even if it’s making things worse.
When she’s confused about something or uncertain she will keep a bit more quiet about it until she’s certain of the path she wants to take. It doesn’t normally require more than a couple hours of thought- she is sixteen and impatient. When she’s well and truly stumped about how to proceed - IE, realizing that Ingo has no memories of before - she takes a lot more time to consider what the best method of pushing forward is.
She’s a lot like the proverbial bull in the china shop- she will charge right on through and deal with the repercussions later. Repercussions that, in the past, didn’t typically fall to her because of her age. Unfortunately for Dawn, she’s now in Hisui where kids have jobs by the time they’re 15 and are treated much more like adults. She’s going to be hit with consequences if she’s not careful.
Compared to Dawn, Akari is reserved and almost timid about approaching others. When she first arrived in Hisui at 12 she was a little more outgoing and tried to be friendly, but once she realized her attempts would get her almost nowhere with the majority of the village she stopped reaching out. She’s still friendly and willing to help, but she isn’t typically the one you’ll see introducing herself first. Along with that, because so much has been put on her shoulders and so much is constantly asked of her she’s rather quiet. She doesn’t complain about what is asked or expected of her, which is something Ingo has noticed and tried to get her to change. Unfortunately he is two years and change behind that mental decision.
Akari’s much more willing to accept limitations and work on advancing herself to get around them instead of just charging through them- she’s not a person who asks forgiveness instead of permission. In her youth she made a couple of poor decisions trying to be that way that ended up with the villagers seeing her as a potential danger to them, requiring Laventon to step in and say she was just young and trying to be helpful. She’s very aware of how her actions might be perceived and is constantly putting on a mask when she’s in Jubilife Village so that hopefully, one day, they’ll stop seeing her as the girl who came from the rift.
She’s very much aware, after living in Hisui for four years and change, that actions have consequences- even well-meaning ones. She’s seen the bodies of surveyors brought back after they tried returning a Shinx cub to its pride or tried to shield a prey pokemon from a predator’s attack. She’s had her own injuries from not paying enough attention to her surroundings and seen what happens when surveyors get distracted. Because of this she’s typically pretty aware and observant. However, when she’s hyper-aware of what goes on around her she does exhaust herself more quickly and requires more rest.
The only thing Akari ever chased after was Ingo’s affection. When she realized that someone might actually see her as more than just a time bomb from the rift she immediately latched onto him. Slowly at first, but then she began getting closer to him- when he didn’t treat her with wariness or like he was keeping her at least ten feet away with a thick pole, he quickly went to the top of her favorite people list. When Ingo left her in the Icelands due to Laventon’s acknowledgment of their familial behavior (which she didn’t know was the reason at the time) she thought it was her fault- with all the distrust from the villagers, she’s got much lower self-esteem than Dawn. Ingo has since done his best to correct that but he’s fighting an uphill battle.
nurture
We’re never told what happened to Dawn’s dad so I won’t extrapolate on that. However, from a very young age Dawn was raised by a single mother. Johanna taught Dawn from the very start that she should be proud of who she is and not let anyone divert her from her goals (though she SHOULD listen to her mother and please consider her own experiences and advice). Anything and everything that caught Dawn’s eye - from pokemon beauty competitions to battles - Johanna did her best to encourage her and sign her up for. When Dawn declared she wanted to do a pokemon journey at 12 Johanna agreed. She got all the forms filled out, helped Dawn fill out what she needed to, and sent her daughter off with all the supplies she could think to send and a kiss, telling her that if she ever needed a rest or a break she could come home.
Even on her pokemon journey, which is typically something that is taken alone, Dawn had support. Lucas, arguably a researcher and not a trainer, would frequently stop by to provide support when she was stumped and Barry, who assigned himself as her rival, was always pushing her cheerfully. Though she may or may not have realized it, both of them helped in taking care of her so she never really ran out of supplies or felt alone. Even when she was facing Team Galactic, chasing down grunts and going up against bosses, she always knew she could call on someone if she needed help. Maybe not the authorities due to regulations and rules they had to follow, but if she needed someone to get into and out of trouble with her she had Barry and Lucas and even a couple other trainers she made friends with on her journey.
She manage to challenge the elite four right before her 16th birthday, officially beating Cynthia at age 15. She was crediting with taking down Team Galactic as a 14 year old. Because of these incredible feats at a young age she has a bit of an ego, despite having been helped along the way. It’s not that she’s not grateful, it’s just that she put in the majority of the work- training her team and following trails immediately, so she kind of sees herself as... not infallible but certainly a step above almost everyone else. She tried a battle facility once and, when she realized she had to put in a bit more thought to her battles, decided she’d stick with the gyms challenge.
She’s a social butterfly who loves being the champion and the face of the Sinnoh region. She has a hard time being on her own and still lives with her mother, visiting Barry and Lucas frequently. She doesn’t mind the paparazzi and, honestly, kind of enjoys fucking with them. She’s a bit of a pompous little shit but she is a good kid. Despite her inflated sense of self-importance she has no issues getting on the level of a new trainer and helping them out, or stopping by schools and gyms semi-unexpectedly to hang out. Professor Rowan thinks she’s a little bit like Professor Oak’s grandson but doesn’t make the comparison out loud.
Akari, on the other hand, was dumped into Hisui completely unceremoniously and without anyone to guide her. She was dropped on the beach as a 12 year old, very nearly 13, but with no memories of her past. Because of Professor Laventon’s soft heart and awe at her ability to catch his pokemon he vouched for her and tried to take care of her upon her arrival, but he’s also an older man who is easily engrossed in his work and would frequently forget to check on her. This meant Akari was more or less raising herself in a village of people who saw her as something that might explode on them one day, especially once she started trying to help them out with pokemon- the same pokemon who had attacked their village before the guard stations and walls were put up.
Laventon and Rei were the most outwardly friendly for a long time. Cyllene never treated Akari differently than anyone else and Pesselle was often more curious if falling from the rift meant she was different from them some way internally- though she had no way to explore that curiosity. Despite this, none of them really... touched her. There was always an unintentional, instinctive flinch away from her touches- you know, just in case there really was a difference between them because of the fact she came from beyond the rift.
Between the distrust of the villagers and the lack of physical touch, Akari ended up focusing much more on her pokemon. They didn’t seem to care that she came from beyond the rift at all and never treated her differently than any other human (besides the bonds between them). Because she wanted to be able to focus on her pokemon Akari always did her best to keep her team low, waiting until C4 evolved into a Quilava before catching a Zubat- Swimp. She swapped out pokemon when she had to but preferred sticking with her team.
Apart from them, she did not receive the same support as Dawn and so never really relied on anyone until she met Ingo. He was the first person who sought her out and gave her aid, which kind of... freaked her out for a while. She was good with the touches - as she was incredibly touch-starved after almost three years of maybe a grasp on her shoulders or hands for just a moment - but the fact that he... offered her food? Showed her the safest places to walk around the Highlands? Pointed out pokemon behavior that she didn’t know??? Kind of... threw her for a loop. It took her a while to be able to depend on him and that trust was a little broken when he claimed emergency in the Highlands right before she went up against Lord Avalugg. The fact that he came to find her when she was banished quickly fixed it- especially when he refused to let them be separated again.
Due to the long-term lack of support, Akari has issues believing herself to be worthy of support and affection. Ingo has tried to change this but four years of believing yourself to be some sort of monster, with no other memory, is a hard thing to correct. Laventon and Rei, after her lack of disappearance with the rift, have treated her much more friendly and openly. They’ve taken notes from Ingo (some literal ones as well) and are much more physically affectionate with her. Pesselle will allow Akari to hold her hand when she does a checkup, and Cyllene even lets Akari hang off her back sometimes when she does rounds in Jubilife. The physical touch more than anything has done wonders for Akari’s self esteem and she no longer believes herself to be the monster she once thought she was- though the villagers of Jubilife still are hesitant to trust her.
Compared to Dawn, Akari is very much a homebody. She wouldn’t say she has social anxiety but large amounts of people do make her nervous. She doesn’t like the stares or whispers. Her preferred amount of people is a maximum of four others around her, with a high preference to just one or two. Ingo doesn’t really count as a ‘person’ of tolerance in her mind, he simply is her dad and therefore is safety- his company is always welcome and never tiresome. Part of the reason Akari no longer lives in Jubilife, though, and has gone to live with Ingo is due to the amount of people who have immigrated to it. The crowds are bigger than they were before and it’s no secret that she’s the one who fell from the rift and catches most of the pokemon, leading to plenty of people looking at her. She avoids Jubilife as much as she can- Kamado is just a small part of her unease around the place.
team
Dawn’s team is well-rounded because she didn’t want to be stuck in a niche like the typical gym leaders. She admired Cynthia’s team from a young age and sought to not be able to get taken down by one pokemon. Her team consists of the following:
Empoleon (water/steel) (starter) - brave nature - male Frosslass (ice/ghost) - lonely nature - female Garchomp (dragon/ground) (regular) - adamant nature - male Mr Mime (psychic/fairy) - bold nature - male Houndoom (fire/dark) - naughty nature - female Tropius (grass/flying) - impish nature - male
None of them have nicknames due to the fact that most people she knew never gave their pokemon nicknames- it’s a cultural thing. She is particularly attached to her Empoleon, as he was her starter and sometimes refers to him as “Number One”. She treats all of her team well, though compared to Akari’s team she’s... not as close to them. They’re still pokemon in her eyes, even if they are her partners.
Akari’s team is well-rounded more for the sake of her safety. If she kept a team of all fire-types she would have been well screwed in the Coastlands and Highlands. If she kept a team of primarily water-types, she would have just as many issues elsewhere. Though she doesn’t keep a full team, leaving her last two belt loops open for pokemon that need to discover humans are okay, her team is incredibly dedicated to her due to the amount of time they’ve spent together. Compared to most pokemon teams, even among the Diamond and Pearl Clans and their relationships with their pokemon, Akari and her team are remarkably like a sibling group. She is very much at ease with them and everything they do.
C4 - Typhlosion (fire/ghost) - careful nature Swimp - Crobat (flying/poison) - hasty nature Mint - Empoleon (water/steel) - relaxed nature Mama - Garchomp (dragon/ground) (alpha)- brave nature
All of Akari’s pokemon have names because... well, why wouldn’t they? For one, they’re her family and so they deserve names. Each of their names mean something- C4 was named for “when in doubt, C4″; Swimp was named so because he was a rather small Zubat and she meant to call him ‘Shrimp’ but... Swimp was cuter, just as her now-Crobat is; Mint has an affection for anything mint-flavored and is also an incredibly hardy pokemon, much like real mint is; Mama is the caregiver and oldest behaving member of the team. She was an alpha Gabite taking care of Gibles before Akari caught her and she sees the rest of the team as her new charges and family.
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meltwonu · 4 years ago
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| 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔦 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 |     [Chapter 2]
pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x reader
this chapter’s notes; fratboy!wonwoo, dom!wonwoo, some soft ‘woo too, restraints, panties as a gag, dirty talk, degradation, name calling, oral(fem receiving), cum eating, sir!kink. My god it has been a week, a WEEK i tell you 🥲 Ldfkjdf I hope the lot of you are taking a big deep breath this weekend and doing something to relax or doing some self care cuz baby we all need it!💕 Treat yourself to something good! Take that nap! Buy that album! Get that coffee! I’ll try to bust out some thirst posts this weekend(i think we all deserve some, eh?🥴) should tumb1r not hate my blog and as usual, inbox round up tomorrow! 💕💕 For now, de-stress with ch 2 of UIMY, and have a great weekend! I love you!! 💕💕💕💕
chapters; 1 - 2 - x - x - x
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You only get about 4 hours of sleep, if you’re being honest.
You won’t tell when asked because quite frankly, you’re a little embarrassed at how giddy you are to see Wonwoo today. You eagerly attend your morning class - panties already wet and mouth watering with the fantasies playing out in your head throughout the entire lecture.
“Hey, study buddy!”
Minghao slings an arm around your shoulder just as you turn to make a beeline towards the library, almost directing you into a different direction. “Where you headed off to? You wanna grab lunch?” Shit.
In the time that Wonwoo was gone, you’d spent a lot of time hanging out with other people trying to fill in the gap where, normally, you’d be spending underneath Wonwoo.
“I, um…” Going to get lunch with Minghao was one of the things that had become a normal thing after your morning classes and you hadn’t had the chance to tell him that your ‘usual’ schedule was back. “I--I’m gonna go study at the library for a bit! I’m really sorry! Can we go another day?” You pout at him which quickly melts off of your face when he shoots you a knowing smile.
“Gonna go ‘study’ Wonwoo-hyung, huh?”
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Minghao lets you go - telling you to let him know when you weren’t busy.
You all but tear the front door open once you reach the familiar library; sheepish smile when it makes more noise than you anticipate.
“Careful, wouldn’t want you to pay the price of breaking the door.”
Wonwoo smirks at you from behind the receptionist table; familiar and warm when you step closer to the counter. “Maybe I do? What do you know?” You quip back, cheeks warm and head fuzzy at the sight of Wonwoo back in his usual sweater vest and slacks.
He leans in closer to you over the countertop, gesturing to you to lean in close as well. His lips ghost across the shell of your ear as goosebumps rise on your skin and shivers roll down your spine and the familiar thrum of arousal pours over your body.
“I know you were probably thinking about me all morning, sweetheart. Thinking of all the things I’d do to you.” Wonwoo chuckles under his breath, “Your panties are probably already soaked, hmm? Like my good little slut always ready to take my cock.”
His filthy, whispered words are enough for you to whimper quietly - eyes downcast as you only lean in closer. “Y-yes… Wonwoo, p-please, I--”
Wonwoo leans away from you and you find yourself letting go of a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.
“You’ll have to wait. I need to file these late slips and sort these books.”
There’s a teasing smile on his face as he watches your lips part in shock. “But you can do that, right? Be patient?”
No.
“I--y-yes...” 
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You pick a table far from the others as you watch Wonwoo roll the cart with books into another row of bookshelves.
It felt a little odd to you now that you thought about it - waiting so patiently for Wonwoo when you were used to him caging you in against a bookshelf with his fingers knuckle deep inside of your cunt or even just tugging you straight away into an empty study room on days when neither of you could wait to get your clothes off.
There was a certain softness that he seemed to show with you now; one that you appreciated and made you feel things that you’d never felt in any relationship before.
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Wonwoo would admit he wasn’t always good with showing his emotions with other people.
“He only shows it sometimes,” Jeonghan had said, “Usually to his hyungs and usually when he wants something.”
Which was true.
He struggled with letting his guard down and a lot of the time felt shy about voicing his emotions.
But with you, he felt differently. He wanted to show you that he was capable of letting his guard down and capable of showing you the affection and care that you deserved - even if the relationship the two of you had started was only physical at first. The time away from you only proved to him that he definitely cared about you more than he had initially thought too.
While his semester abroad was entertaining and educational, he found himself thinking about you often in the midst of his excavations and lectures. Wondering about what you were doing and who you were with; if you really thought about him as often as you had messaged him so.
“Um, excuse me?”
“O-oh, huh?”
He’s pulled from his thoughts just as another student steps in front of him in the aisle of books. “Sorry, I don’t remember where this book is from. Is it okay if I just give it to you?”
“Sure.”
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It takes twenty more minutes of you pretending to study before Wonwoo’s legs step into your periphery.
You open your mouth to speak but Wonwoo is quicker.
“Miss, I’m sorry, but I need to speak to you regarding some books you failed to return.”
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You try to hide the wide smile on your face when Wonwoo leads you down the familiar, lonesome side of the library.
“I’ll have you step into this room, miss.”
“Wonwoo, there’s literally nobody here…” Chuckling, you step into the empty, cleaned room that Wonwoo had painstakingly made sure was dusted before you came. “Unless we’re roleplaying, ‘cause then, I’m sorry, sir…”
Wonwoo rolls his eyes, locking the door behind him before easily walking you backwards until the backs of your thighs hit the desk.
“You should be sorry, sweetheart. First, slamming the doors earlier and now overdue books? Tsk, when will you learn.” He easily slips into character, fingertips already ghosting against the exposed skin of your thighs before playing with the hem of your short skirt.
“How are you going to pay back what you owe, hmm? The damages might be irreparable.” He drags his hand up and under the flimsy material; appreciating the way your legs part a little more for him. A quiet moan floats past your lips just as his fingertips press gently into the growing wet patch of your panties.
“Already wet, too? Why exactly is that, sweetheart?”
“A-ah, ‘c-cause I want--want you to fuck me, s-sir… Been thinking a-about it all day… Just--just like you said...” You clench around emptiness, already impatient now that he had his hands on you.
“You have, huh? I bet you played with yourself last night, didn’t you? Fingered your slutty ‘lil hole and filled it up with a toy just to prep yourself for me.”
“Y-yes, sir…” Your guilty eyes avoid Wonwoo’s stern gaze, “I’m s-sorry… I--I couldn’t, ah, wait... Just t-talking to you, yesterday, I....”
Wonwoo’s fingers press hard against you, immediately rubbing your clit through your soaked panties as you mewl and lean into his warm chest.
“P-please… punish m-me…”
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You can only whine around the fabric stuffed in your mouth; hands tied behind your back with Wonwoo’s belt keeping them bound.
Your body jerks against the small desk as Wonwoo fucks you from behind in the small enclosed space you were used to and a certain warmth pours over you knowing that nothing really had changed since he’d left.
“Shit, I really missed cumming inside your tight lil’ pussy and making you walk home with my cum dripping down your legs.” There’s a soft chuckle under his breath; cock curving right into your g-spot as you whine and squirm underneath him.
“Bet you missed it too, huh? Getting home and fingering your filthy ‘lil cunt, fucking my cum deeper inside of you ‘cause you couldn’t get enough of me. Fuck, and when you’d send me pictures of your cute ‘lil fingers covered in my cum…”
Wonwoo smirks at your back, placing a hand on your bound arms as he uses it for leverage to fuck you deeper and harder.
“I’m back for good now though, sweetheart. Let’s see what else your cute cock starved body can take.”
You can only moan back in return - spit soaking into the wet fabric in your mouth as Wonwoo only fucks you harder. “God, your cunt is so fuckin’ perfect. Made to take my cock.” When you clamp down onto his cock tighter is when Wonwoo realizes he misses hearing your voice - chuckling softly as he leans over your trembling body.
“I think you’ve learned your lesson, huh, sweetheart?”
He reaches around, tugging the soaking material from between your lips and placing it next to your head before he straightens back up. “Ngh… I, ah, s-sir…” You turn your head to the side, watching the wall as your body jerks atop the desk. “P-please… I--I wanna see y-you, hah, when y-your fuh--fuck me…”
A soft blush coats Wonwoo’s cheeks as he halts his movements. 
He clears his throat, pulling his cock out of you before stepping back and giving you space to readjust yourself. And with your arms still bound, you struggle slightly but manage.
This time, you sit atop the desk, spreading your legs wide for Wonwoo who licks his lips at the sight of your slightly mussed hair, blown out pupils and soaked cunt.
“That’s my good ‘lil slut.”
He positions himself between your legs, wrapping a hand around his cock and rubbing the head on your sensitive clit as you whimper. He circles the nub with the head of his cock, teasing you and himself as you squirm. “I take it you’ll be at the party tomorrow night, right?” His question catches you slightly off guard as you nod shakily.
“Good. ‘Cause I got you a present that I want to give to you tomorrow.”
“O-okay…”
Wonwoo sinks his cock back into you; cock curving into you perfectly as you cry out in return. “O-oh, god, s-sir--Wonwoo, I--fuck…” A choked sob bubbles up your throat at the feeling of him starting a harsh and quick pace, just how you liked it. “Mmh, my t-toys don’t feel as, hah, g-good as you… Fuck, you feel s-so good inside me…”
You wrap your legs around his waist, digging your heels into the small of his back to push him in closer to yourself. “Use m-me like I’m your little cumslut...” The desperation sets in; tears freely falling from your eyes as the urge to cum on his cock becomes unbearable from the hellish months without him.
“Please, p-please… Harder, fuck me harder! I n-need it!”
He grins, knowing just how you felt but keeping his composure as he doubles his pace. “So fuckin’ desperate for me, sweetheart. You sound so pretty begging for me. Is that what you sounded like when you were touching yourself too? Begging for me all night long?”
“Y-yes, fuck! Ngh, fucking my ‘lil holes with my t-toys all night j-just to be satisfied… Oh, god, Wonwoo!”
You can’t stop yourself from cumming - toes curling and thighs shaking as your walls flutter around his cock. Wonwoo only fucks you harder as soft growls fall from his own lips.
“Fuck, I missed this, missed you. Missed your tight ‘lil cunt cumming around my cock, sweetheart.” He mumbles soft praises to you, although you can barely hear it in the midst of your orgasm; ears ringing and head feeling hazy at the intensity.
Wonwoo fares no better - cock throbbing inside your warm walls as his orgasm hits him hard only after a few more quick snaps of his hips.
Your bound arms behind you do little to keep your tired body upright atop the table but you do your best as he rides out his high. “Mmh, I can feel y-you cumming inside me… Fuck, it feels soooo gooood.” Drool pools in your mouth at the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you for the first time in months and you mentally tell yourself to never let Wonwoo disappear for that long of time ever again.
“Ah, I feel so f-full…” Whining, you squirm as he continues to thrust into you, fucking his cum deeper into your pussy as you throw your head back at the fullness and wetness you feel. “Oh… Wonwoo…”
He lets out a deep breath before he slowly starts to pull out of you - cock covered in his cum and your wetness as he watches his cum drip from your spent hole. You slowly unhook your quivering thighs from around his waist as he steps back slightly.
“I--oh--”
You watch as he drops down to his knees, face right in front of your dripping cunt before he leans in.
“Oh, Wonwoo--” His tongue peeks out, lapping at your soaked folds before he drags it down and starts licking up the cum. “Fuck, oh, fuck…!”
Wonwoo dips his tongue into your hole, teasing you as your legs tremble and you try your hardest to not clamp your thighs around his head between your legs. You start to fight your restraints; fingertips wanting to thread through his hair as you grind against his skilled tongue.
 He licks up more of the cum before dragging his tongue up to your overly sensitive clit; rubbing soft, slow circles on the nub until you’re a whining mess above him.
“A-ah, I--I can’t, mmh, ‘m too sen--sensitive, sir…”
He takes his as his cue to stand from his position, standing quietly before leaning over you. He threads a hand through your hair, tilting your head up and kissing you on the lips as you melt into his gentle touch.
Your eyes flutter shut at his soft kiss, lips parting slightly for him as he uses his tongue to push cum into your waiting mouth.
The kiss turns hot and heavy as he moves the salty, sticky substance from his mouth to yours - lips covered in a combination of your wetness and his cum when he pulls away.
“So pretty for me, sweetheart.”
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When the two of you are somewhat cleaned up and ready to leave, Wonwoo stops you before you can get your hand on the doorknob.
“Hey, you okay?”
You shoot him a confused look, head tilted slightly at the bespectacled male that only looks mildly disheveled. “Um… y-yeah? Why?” His hand on your wrist makes your heart do backflips in your chest as he looks you over once more.
“I should’ve had some water for you and done proper aftercare since it’s been a while. I might've hurt you? Are your wrists okay? I can--”
“Whoa, hey, slow down! You’re, like, freaking out, ‘Woo.”
A pale blush coats his cheeks, “Sorry, I’m just trying to… be more… Expressive? I don’t know. It’s been a while. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” He laughs lightly, somewhat embarrassed himself. “I don’t want to be weird but, y’know. I want to take care of you properly, sweetheart.”
“I--yeah, I understand! But I’m fine, I promise!” You beam up at him - happiness evident in your eyes and your smile. “Thank you… for making an effort, Wonwoo.”
“Of course, sweetheart.” 
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tennessoui · 3 years ago
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FeralObi anon here. How do you come up with these so fast?? Are you an infinite number of ideas and worlds in human-shaped form? I love both of those ideas. The first one kills me tho, Obi gets his first kind touch in years from lil Anakin. Also you can have lil Anakin coming home one day with a skulking, snarling nonverbal murder puppy and saying brightly, "He followed me home, can I keep him?" Schmi thinks this is definitely worse than the time he brought a krayt dragon home.
ah! hello! yes this is the first idea of a feral obi-wan who meets anakin when he's still on tatooine. i will also still do the second idea because like. i liked them equally as much rip me
but i told myself these were going to both be very short snippets and instead this one is uh 2k so i'll post the second one tomorrow instead of tonight!
(ficlet where obi-wan is captured by pirates/unspecified forces at a young age and then tortured for a decade before he escapes to tatooine when anakin is like 6. obi-wan, after a decade of torture is....not alright in this fic though he's only here at the end) (2k)
Shmi had known that when she sent her little Anakin away to follow after the stern-faced, warm-eyed Jedi Master, that this would not be the last time she ever saw her boy. She couldn’t explain how she knew, just as she had not been able to explain how she became pregnant, but she knew beyond a doubt that one day, she would see her little boy back in her arms.
She just hadn’t known it would be so soon.
“He died, Master Jinn died,” Anakin mumbles into the front of her dress, unwilling to move his head far back enough from her hug that he could talk clearly. “On Naboo. And the stupid Jedi council refused to train me even after I was so amazing in the air. Mom, I destroyed a blockade! Entirely! And they wouldn’t--they didn’t--” his little face scrunches up and then he’s bawling into his hands.
A slave, a born slave, knows intrinsically the injustice of the galaxy. It is not often they know hope.
“Oh my boy,” she whispers, smoothing a hand over the top of his head. She has questions. She has so many questions about everything he’s just said and what those strangers have put her son through, but the most important thing is a question she cannot wait until he has cried himself out to ask. “Is your chip gone, Ani? Did they remove your transmitter?”
Because she had sent him away from her so that he could be free. And that had been her own twisted version of hope, that her son could know a life she never would again. If the Jedi masters had proven to be just like every other master in the world, she would find herself sobbing into her own hands.
“Yeah,” Anakin sniffles and wipes at his ruddy cheeks, pulling back a few steps. “They removed it and everything. And--”
He pauses and drops his satchel to the ground in front of her. “They gave me credits. To buy you. For my trouble.”
He spits out the last three words like they’re the most disgusting thing in the entire world. As if Shmi’s freedom isn’t laying at their feet, mere centimeters away.
“Republic credits are no good here,” she hears herself say faintly.
“Padme, the handmaiden you met, she talked to the queen about me I guess,” Anakin mumbles, kicking his feet. “And when the queen learned that the Jedi didn’t want me even after all that, Padme says the queen says I’ll always have a place on Naboo. Me and my family. And then she took the Jedi credits and gave me these instead. It should be enough, Mom.”
Shmi sits down on the floor. With shaking hands, she opens the bag and looks inside. Yes. Yes.
There’s more than enough.
There’s enough to buy her freedom and take her boy away from Mos Espa. There’s enough to take her boy away from Tatooine completely.
“I…” she says. “Ani, I…”
“Padme said she’d send a ship for us,” Ani reports as if their lives are not changing right in front of their eyes. “In two days ‘cause I told her it might take a little bit of time to get Ben to come with us. But we can’t leave without him.”
This is said fiercely and with his arms crossed tightly over his little chest.
Shmi stares at him.
“I’ve already left him once!” Anakin says, stomping his foot. “But that was okay, because I knew you would bring him food and water and stuff. But if we’re both gone, no one’s going to be there for him.”
Shmi bites at her lip. There’s a lot of things happening very quickly right now, and she doesn’t know how to process half of them.
Her son has come back, after only being gone for a week and a half.
He has apparently either endeared himself so much to the queen of Naboo that she was willing to give him the money necessary to buy his mother from slavery and also promise him sanctuary on her planet. He says he’s done this by single-handedly ending a blockade, which is something she just cannot even think about right now.
He has told this queen--queen--that he will gladly live on Naboo with his family. Yes. Alright.
His family seems to include his imaginary friend, Ben.
Anakin has been talking about Ben for years now, ever since he was six and a half years old and sent by Watto to retrieve any scraps he could from what looked to be a crashed pod in the Wastelands. She’d let him ramble on about the ghost of a friend, because she’d known it to be something all children go through and experience. She hadn’t thought Anakin a lonely child, not with the friends he made in Mos Espa, but she’d always known that Anakin had a wandering spirit, ill-suited for Tatooine. If he liked to imagine an older man from a strange world hiding in the caves of the Wastes, then she wasn’t going to say anything.
“You have been leaving him food, haven’t you, Mom?” Anakin asks, almost accusatory. “I told him to expect you and everything.”
No. Shmi has not been traveling to the edge of the Wastelands every day during her precious few hours of free time in order to leave food to be picked apart by womp rats and desert critters and not her boy’s imaginary friend.
“Ani,” she says cautiously, quietly, “we cannot...we won’t be able to bring Ben with us when we go.”
Anakin, predictably, does not react well. “Why not!” he yells, backing away from her even further and looking as if she is the enemy. “Padme’s fine with it!”
“Aren’t you a little old for imaginary friends?” Shmi asks desperately, feeling cold suddenly even though the heat of the mid-morning sun has not abated at all.
If anything, her son looks more offended. “He’s not imaginary! Saying...saying that he’s not coming with us...is...is a bunch of poodoo!”
“Anakin!” Shmi gasps.
“Come on,” her boy says forcefully, grabbing at her hand and tugging her towards the door. She gets on her feet reluctantly and has half a mind to pull back just because he needs to learn that this sort of behavior is not okay, war hero or not. “We’re going to buy you from Watto. And then we’re going to go visit Ben!”
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Buying her freedom takes less time than Shmi Skywalker ever thought it would. It feels distant as well, as if it’s happening to someone else.
It doesn’t help that her Ani is impatient and surly by turn, spilling the coin out onto Watto’s counter and barely waiting for him to finish counting it before he’s looking at the price of renting a four-person speeder parked outside.
“You won’t survive out there on your own,” Watto sneers, even as he’s passing her the kill-switch of her own slave chip. “Days. It’ll be days until the Hutts find out there’s a newly freed slave with no connections out there in the open. Ripe for the pickin’.”
Watto doesn’t have to tell her any of this. She knows. Gods, does she know.
But Anakin seems so sure about possessing the favor of the Queen of Naboo, or at least her handmaiden, which might be close enough to the same thing. She thanks Watto--she thanks him and then doesn’t even know why--and meets Anakin outside.
He’s bouncing around the speeder, little hands clutching his satchel to his chest. “Good!” he says when he sees her, hopping onto the machine and putting the parcel between his feet. “I got Ben something called a fig on Naboo, but I don’t know how long it’ll take for it to go bad. Apparently they’re sweet.”
Shmi goes along with it. Shmi doesn’t know why she goes along with it, but she does. She can see this is important to her boy, and though she’d rather spend the afternoon and early evening saying goodbye to her friends, she will allow Ani to say goodbye to his imaginary friend. Maybe she’ll even talk to it. “Hi, hello, I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed the imaginary blue milk and delicacies I’ve left out for you this past week and half. Oh no, it was no bother. My son insisted.”
The ride is quick--Anakin has always been a driver to push the limits of any engine he comes across--and before she knows it, he’s dismounting on a piece of desert and rock that look exactly the same as the last four pieces of rocky terrain they’ve past.
“Ben!” Ani calls, satchel clutched firmly in his hands as he makes his way deeper into the crevices of the landscape. “Ben, it’s Ani! I’m really sorry that I left! Ben? Ben! I’m back now! Ani’s back!”
It’s actually...quite pathetic, to watch her boy speak so pleadingly to the cold stone faces of the rocks around them, but if this is what he needs to do to say goodbye to his life on Tatooine, Shmi won’t say a word.
“Ben--” Anakin draws in a breath to call again, but then there’s movement out of the corner of Shmi’s eyes, and something jumps from the rock down to land on her boy.
She screams and darts forward, but the thing on top of her son snarls at her in guttural warning.
“No, Ben,” Ani coos, stroking at the face that yes, is human, now that it’s not in unnaturally fast motion. “That’s my mom, Ben.”
Ben--Ben??--growls anyway, pinning the boy--her boy--beneath him with his legs and arms.
“She’s fine,” Ani murmurs gently, one hand reaching up to stoke over the beginnings of a beard on Obi-Wan’s face “Oh Ben, I’m sorry.”
The man on top of Shmi’s child finally looks away from her and at her boy, which is both better and worse.
“Ani,” Ben drawls out, as if the word--or perhaps forming the word--hurts him.
Anakin is happy. Shmi can tell he’s happy without even being able to see much of him. It’s like the very air vibrates with his joy. “Yes!” her son says. “Ani. Ben.” He taps the man’s chest. “Ben. Ani.”
The man buries his head into Anakin’s hair, hands rubbing up and down his sides and his arms and his face.
Shmi needs to say something, wants to say something about this strange man touching boy like he owns him, but the memory of his growl and the flash of his golden eyes stops her from stepping forward.
“Anakin, get away from him,” she hisses instead of stepping forward and tearing the stranger off of her son. She has the distinct feeling Anakin wouldn’t let Ben go anywhere, not with the way his little hands are holding so tight to the man’s shoulders. The man’s shoulders that are covered with one of her old tunics that Anakin had told her became unsalvageable after its last wash.
“No,” Anakin says, tightening his hold on his...friend. “He says you didn’t give him food the entire time I was gone! He’s hungry.”
Shmi thinks there’s a very good possibility that this Ben is going to eat her, but she knows not to say anything of the sort. Not when it’s two against one.
“He hasn’t said anything!” She cries instead.
Anakin huffs at this and pats at the feral’s head. “Maybe not to you, but he talks to me.”
Shmi stares at him and wonders if there’s something she’s supposed to be doing or saying here. The man won’t allow her to tear him off her child, she knows that automatically. But she can’t--she doesn’t know--
“Anakin,” she tries, desperately.
But Anakin doesn’t even look at her, too busy petting over the man, who has at least allowed him to sit up. “Hey, I’m sorry, I thought she would,” he tells him in an undertone. “I really thought she would, but I’m back now. I’m not going anywhere without you again--”
He extends his hand and Ben presses his cheek against it with enough force that it pushes him back slightly.
“You’re coming to Naboo with us, Ben,” Anakin promises, clutching at the ends of the man’s long hair. “Or I’m not going at all.”
To Shmi, it sounds like a threat.
The way her son’s eyes flash an unfamiliar golden color makes her feel cold as a Tatooine night. She shivers, but no one notices.
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yamalegacy · 4 years ago
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can you do nsfw headcanons with mt lady please?
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can i? can i do n/sfw hcs for one of my favourite characters? of fucking course i am! and i will happily do so bc i'm big time horned monster for lil miss mt lady! and well, since i didn't know where to start, in true super extra french fashion, went overboard and finished the n/sfw alphabet for her 💛
i’d already done a, d, l, m, t, y but i added them to this post so that i can have a full alphabet in one post!
cw: mentions of dom/sub dynamics, rough sex, threesomes, dry humping, finger sucking and slight oral fixation probably, mentions of so many things tbh. yū is a brat. also, pubic hair and stretch marks? idk man
⚠️ MDNI not so casual reminder for minors to not interact with this post ⚠️
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A — AFTERCARE ( what are they like after sex? )
she is a bottom through and through and a pillow princess, so get ready to have to take care of her because she gets even lazier than usual after a good fuck. she can get whiny and demanding, asking for a bath or tea or both, but you’ll always be rewarded with cuddles and kisses. if she doesn’t fall asleep, that is.
B — BODY PART ( which body part do they like the most? )
big time ass and thighs girl right here. she enjoys a handful (or two handfuls, you know), girl loves a shapely ass that feels nice in her hands. she can’t keep her hands off of a nice ass.
C — CUM ( any headcanon about cum )
she complains a lot about basically all things cum related at first lbr, not to the point of complaining about going down on you (well, depending on how much you come, really...). it’ll take a while for yū to accept to kiss you after you eat her out, but you’ll catch her moaning at the taste of her own arousal more than once. and well. maybe sucking on your fingers after you fucked her turns her on a whole fucking lot. don’t expect her to admit it out loud tho.
D — DREAMS ( do they have sex dreams? what kind? how do they react? )
fairly regular kinky dreamland visitor. yū hates her sex dreams though. she always wakes up just when things are getting good, so she wakes up wet, needy and desperate every time. if you aren’t sleeping together that night, she’ll send you messages to complain, or even call you, hoping for a quickie over the phone. if you’re in her bed, she won’t care what time it is, she’ll wake you up and demand that you make her come. if you ignore her and go back to sleep, be ready to deal with a grumpy pro hero all day long (poor kamui woods has heard her complain about it way too many times and wishes he could forget everything she’s told him, especially that one time she dreamed about a threesome with you and him).
E — EXPERIENCE ( how much experience do they have? )
a lot less than you’d expect her to. yū is still young and she’s been extremely busy trying to become a pro hero so she hasn’t had that much time to experiment. she’s had a few partners, but it’s mostly been vanilla experiences for her.
F — FAVORITE POSITION ( what is their favorite sex position? )
she likes when things are close and personal, so missionary is always good with her, honestly. she loves being able to see your face and kiss you when you fuck her. yū also enjoys being bent over your lap, so that you can fuck her with your fingers and pull at her hair — learn how to multi-task, my friend, and she’ll be putty in your hands.
G — GRAB ( where do they like to have their hands on you the most? )
ass ass ass. thighs. ass. there’s very few things that yū loves more than a good ass and she will never stop touching it when it’s within her reach. when she is acting jealous or possessive, she tends to grab you by the wrists. if she’s still feeling possessive when you get home, she will crawl on top of you and keep her fingers wrapped around your wrists for a while, and then intertwine your fingers. yū has a habit of squeezing, it’s a way for her to make sure that you’re there, with her, that you aren’t going to go away.
H — HOT & BOTHERED ( what are they like when turned on? )
oh boy. is she a wild one! no matter what, she will be needy, but it might manifest in two very different ways. 1) she’ll give you the cold shoulder and pretend that she totally isn’t horny and desperate, she’s stubborn like that, but she sucks at hiding those things from you; she always presses her thighs together, that’s her biggest tell 2) she’ll just outright initiate intimacy, kiss your neck, straddle your lap and grind on your thigh.
I — INTIMACY ( how caring are they during/after sex? )
yū isn’t exactly the most gentle of lovers in general, even outside of your sex life. she is good with gentle touches, like caressing you, touching your hair, but when it comes to sex... little miss pillow princess expects you to take care of her. and she can be pretty demanding about it. but her habit of holding your hands is one of the ways she shows she cares.
J — JACK OFF ( any masturbation headcanon )
when adrenaline sets down after a day at work, yū needs the release more than anything, it’s also a really good way for her to relieve some stress. being a pro hero isn’t easy every day after all! she tends to want to make it quick because she doesn’t have all that much patience, which is exactly why she avoids penetration when touching herself; she’s all about rubbing her clit and vibrators — and she knows how to make it rough and quick.
K — KINK ( favorites? which ones do they keep secret? )
(semi) public sex, edging, overstimulation and multiple orgasms. dominance and any display of dominance that might be associated with a dom/sub dynamic, really. yū is a sub and it shows. she’ll complain about orgasm control because she’s not getting the release she needs, but it’s one of her favorite things. she has a bit of an oral fixation, bit of an obsession with sucking your fingers and licking them clean after you’ve fucked her, but she... well, she doesn’t want to admit it tho. it’s not that much of a secret since it’s become extremely obvious to you. on the other hand, she wouldn’t mind trying some roleplay/petplay and a bit more of degradation, but she sure af would mind saying it out-loud.
L — LOCATION ( what is their favorite place to have sex? )
being the pillow princess that she is, yū will always favor a comfortable bed over anything else, but it doesn’t mean that she doesn’t enjoy sex in other places. the two of you have become well acquainted with the couch at her agency (which has led to some awkward situations when you realized too late that you weren’t actually alone in the building).
M — MOTIVATION ( what turns them on? )
extremely sensitive and painfully easy to turn on. you barely have to try to turn her on most of the time, really. run your fingers on her inner thighs, grab her by the waist, whisper in her ear about what you want to do to her and she’ll be ready to go. yū will complain a lot if you do it in public, but that’s only because it gets her turned on in record time! hearing your voice, your praises, spurs her on better than anything else.
N — NOPE ( any turn offs or hard limits? )
she is a bit claustrophobic and her quirk makes it dangerous for her to feel trapped, which is why you have a safeword. she doesn’t like being handcuffed or tied down unless she knows she has an easy way out. she likes when you sit on her face, but not for too long, for the same reasons.
O — ORAL ( do they like giving or receiving? a preference? )
yū is an oral enthusiast, of course. she prefers receiving (she isn’t a pillow princess for no reason), but she enjoys pleasing you and being good for you, so there’s not a doubt she enjoys going down on you.
P — PACE ( fast or slow? )
her impatience makes it harder for her to enjoy slow at times. she wants it hard and fast (partly because it’s much easier than dealing with feelings). and well, when you take it slow and edge her... she is so sensitive that she’s come without permission on accident more than once because she just can’t control it. fast is easier because then she knows you just expect her to come.
Q — QUICKIE ( are they up for a quickie? )
always. all the time. never not up for a quickie.
R — ROMANCE ( do they like romantic gestures to set the mood? )
while she likes the idea on paper, the whole concept of taking the time to enjoy the moment, have nice scented candles and a warm bath, and she might put some effort into it when she has days off tbh. but it’s mt lady we’re talking about, you should know better than to expect all that romance fantasy! yū still knows how to surprise you from time to time.
S — STAMINA ( how long can they last? )
yū is a pro hero. she has years of training behind her and regularly works up to stay in shape, so she definitely has the stamina to go several rounds! but depending on how tiring her day has been. honestly, she might not make it to a first orgasm one some days, but those are rare occasions.
T — TALK ( what is their dirty talk like? )
yū isn’t necessarily the best with words; she’s all for kisses and touches. but if you’re touching her the right way, she’ll tell you how good you are. she won’t hesitate to tell you that she’s all yours and that she’s wet just for you.
U — UNFAIR ( how much do they tease? )
this woman. she knows your weaknesses, she knows what turns you on, what makes you want her the most. she likes to provoke more than to really tease; she wears the outfits that you love the most on her, the cute bras that push her tits up just right, the pretty sets of lingerie that she’s bought to look nice for you. if she’s feeling mean, she’ll swat your hands away when you try to touch her, but honestly, it won’t last long because. well. once again, yū is extremely impatient and there’s no much that can be done about it.
V — VOLUME ( how loud are they? )
makes a lot of noises but isn’t super loud in general. moans and whines, a lot of them. she makes the prettiest noises, honestly.
W — WILD CARD
you can't tell me that with her quirk she doesn't have stretch marks. she kinda hates them and is glad that her hero costume hides them, but seriously, just take a minute to kiss them and run your fingers over them. funnily enough, while she hates her own stretch marks, she could spend hours appreciating yours.
X — X-RAY ( any headcanon about their bodies and grooming habits )
yū takes really good care of herself and her body — she doesn’t like to shave everything off when it comes to her pubic hair, she keeps it clean and trimmed tho. she has very nice ethics when it comes to her appearance. shaves, no waxing, she hates the idea of having to go to a salon and have a stranger touch her, even if it’s their job.
Y — YEARNING ( how desperate do they tend to be? )
mt. lady is queen of yearning. she’s also queen of pretending that she doesn’t miss you all the time. if work takes over her life for a few days and she can’t see you for a while, you can expect her to just be glued to you the second she sees you again. she’ll be extra needy and probably want to ride your thigh. she wouldn’t be able to let you go. and yet she’ll try (and fail) to pretend like she didn’t miss you and wasn’t desperate to feel you again.
Z — ZZZZ… ( how quickly do they fall asleep? )
well... it’s happened a few times that she fell asleep embarrassingly quickly after an orgasm... let’s say you’ve stopped counting how many times she’s fallen asleep with your fingers in her mouth.
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sukiglycerin · 4 years ago
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mine, kouhai || katsuki bakugou.
* pairing: jealous!katsuki bakugou x fem!reader
* genre: smut, pwp, floof at the end
* words: 1,057
* warnings: AGED UP!bakugou, dom!bakugou, sub!reader, swearing, senpai kink, senpai!reader, dirty talk, degradation, fingering, cum eating, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, some implications of dumbification, mating!! press!!, bakugou is soft when cumming, implied subspace, aftercare (!!!)
* original request: okay so i’ve seen so many bakugou fics about him getting jealous but I remember having an idea to write about the reader getting jealous over bakugo for something so little because of them having a rough day i don’t really have the time to write it but if you get around to it and actually wanna write it i’d definitely give it a read
* a/n FIRST OF ALL thank you for 300 followers!! i could never have imagined this amount of support when i first posted a fic on a whim! this is inspired by this one mandarin asmr audio i listened to 😳 and i LIVE for this dynamic. this is technically a sequel to "yours, senpai," but can be read as a stand-alone. @toishi,, my lidoral queen,, proofread this!
"can't believe you were jealous," bakugou groans as he parts your thighs. "can't believe my senpai was all fuckin' needy for me, so jealous of everyone she knows will never get me.
"isn't it selfish, senpai? you know my cock is only yours, and you still," he yanks your panties off, "have the fuckin' audacity to wonder if i'd prefer someone else? you know my cock will only stuff your pretty lil' cunt full, my cock's the only one you cream around, the only one that can make you feel so good, no one else..."
bakugou puts two fingers against your dripping heat. his eyes are obscured by pure, dark carnality, and a sadistic grin is on his face. his digits drag up and down your pussy, collecting your slick on his finger pads. 
"look at this," he sneers, spreading the digits out into a v-shape. a thick string of your arousal connects them, shining in the dimness of your room. he brings his hand back down, smearing the liquid onto your clit. he rubs fast circles onto the bundle of nerves, the wetness making it easier for him to go faster. oh god, it feels so good; sparks flicker behind your eyes and jolts throughout your body.
"you're making a mess, senpai," he degrades. "shouldn't you be disgusted?"
your juices drip out from you, making a small stain on the bed. bakugou grins, smearing them up and down on your cunt. he then resumes his fingers on your clit, working at a brutally fast past. the sound is egregious, making lewd slapping noises that amplify your wetness.
"look at you, all exposed and dripping for me," bakugou says. "is that any way for a senpai to act, all slutty for her kouhai like this?" his fingers wrap around the sensitive bud, and squeeze. "have some respect."
the action sends you over the top, white-hot pleasure pouring over you. you jerk and convulse under bakugou, who's pinned you down with surprising strength.
"cumming already?" bakugou asks, but you know it's a fake formality. he completely knew you'd cum then, but his words don't hit any different. his hand pulls away from your wetness to show you two of his fingers, which drip with your cum. smirking, he shoves his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean of your arousal.  it's erotic, the way his lips wrap around the digits with such an aroused gleam in his eyes. "too bad. i'm not done."
you whimper, nodding to his words obediently.
"we won't be done," bakugou says, standing up, "until this lil senpai knows that i'm all hers."
how strange it was to hear such a switched power dynamic - the dominance sitting heftily on your kouhai's tongue, eagerly given by you. your eyes travel down his clothed body, fixating on the bulge in his pants. your eyes glance up at him, and he's smug.
"senpai wants my cock, huh? how filthy," he sneers. "well, do it yourself, since you want it so bad, senpai."
you feel your brain go hazy at the command, fingers moving of their own accord on bakugou's fly. you vaguely remember the actions leading up to how you are now, bakugou's thick cock stretching your inner walls out. bakugou lays on his back, lazily gazing upon you. your thighs burn as you sink yourself again on his length, shuddering at the way bakugou perfectly fills you up to the brim. your pace slows down once your stamina has worn itself out; your thighs ache and you just wanna cum. bakugou, however, doesn't share your impatience; he leisurely let's you attempt to get off on top of him, sadistically enjoying the way you struggle to reach orgasm.
"k-katsuki," you embarrassedly say, putting your face into your hands. "i can't- can't-" your legs feel worn dead, and you meagerly grind your clit against him for friction. the pleasure weakens your ability to move.
"senpai can't do anything herself, can she?" he remarks. "tch. look at you." his fingers graze your clit and you buck into his hand. 
his eyes flash, and in an instant, you find bakugou on top of you. your knees are pressed against your chest, and your breathing is heavy.
"what would senpai do without me?" he snarls, drilling his cock into your battered cunt. "stupid little cockslut, that's all you are, aren't you?" he spits.
you can only cry out; your mind is filled with complete euphoria, and the only word on your lips is katsuki, katsuki, katsuki. he rams into you mercilessly, and at this point, you can only see stars. he's impossibly deep in your pussy, the position you're in allowing him to continuously pound into your sweet spot. you can't even tell if you're feeling pain or pleasure, completely stupid against bakugou's cock.
"how could i leave senpai since she's completely helpless without her kouhai to help her?" he says. the words are innocent, but it's filth spat from bakugou's mouth as his fingers find your clit and rub fast circles against it.
"a complete slut for me, that's what you are," bakugou says, and you nod dumbly. you're wasted on the pleasure, unable to comprehend his words at all. all you want is more, more, more, and you grind yourself against bakugou seeking it.
"fuckin' little greedy thing," he says, and you feel the familiar rising sensation in your stomach, a knot getting tighter and tighter. you clench around bakugou and he groans. "you close, baby?"
you merely whimper, anticipating your climax. 
"fuck," he thrusts, "i love you." you're sent tumbling off the edge, spasming and writhing as you cum. you're lost in pure bliss, fireworks of pleasure bursting in your body, and you feel something warm spill into you as bakugou comes down from his high, groaning your name.
"love you too," you murmur belatedly in your post-orgasmic daze. a warm buzz fills your mind, then bakugou's face comes into view.
"hi baby," he says, gently. "you did so well."
you smile lopsidedly. "you did too."
"did i hurt you at all?" 
"no, i liked it," you reply. 
he presses a tender kiss to your temple. "good. i'm all yours, okay? don't make me say it again."
"mine," you murmur, and there's more words on your tongue, but you're already drifting to the warm realm of sleep.
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peachy-cream-writer · 4 years ago
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what about the obey me boys x a workaholic reader, who kinda disregards her health? haha-
Obey Me brothers with a workaholic s/o
warnings ~ none ^-^
I hope that you liked this!! So sorry about the delay in posting ahh! ive been so busy recently and struggling with the famous writers block :( I hope that everyone is having a good week though! And if not I send my love <3 !!!
Lucifer
❀ Lucifer himself can actually understand what’s it’s like to focus solely on work from time to time
❀ Working with Diavolo, also having to manage school and his brothers isn’t an easy task so he finds himself stressing out a lot
❀ But when he sees you overworking yourself he’s instantly by your side, pulling you away from your work
❀ He makes you some warm tea, special, just like Lilith used to make him when he was stressed
❀ “But Lucifer-“
❀ “No, I’ve seen you overworking yourself and I’m worried about you”
❀ He scolds you lovingly, scooping you up in his arms for the evening, no matter how much you protest
Mammon
❀ Now this boy doesn’t see the point in overworking
❀ He does things the easy way, which doesn’t always work out...
❀ But when he sees you overworking and neglecting yourself he gets very confused, why would you do that to yourself? You’re hurting his favourite thing! You!
❀ He gets very fussy and whiny
❀ Often pulling you away from your work and begging you to cuddle him
❀ From then on he forces you away from your work for the week! Making you relax and pay attention to him
❀ Because he can’t be away from you for really long periods of time as he’s a needy bitch boy. He just wants you to cuddle him
❀ When he lets you get back to working he always offers to help, which he never lets you tell his brothers about because otherwise they’d want his help too
❀ He wants you to take care of yourself and also pay attention to him, he is greedy afterall
Leviathan
❀ Leviathan notices how little you start to play your favourite games or settle down to watch anime with him and it makes him a little upset
❀ He starts to watch you working and figures out the problem
❀ Poor Levi just wanted to watch some anime with his boo but you’re so busy and he felt bad for dragging you away from your work
❀ But it was so late!
❀ And even he doesn't spend this long gaming, which is certainly saying something!
❀ Levi gets very tired and whiny and impatient so he grabs your chair and pulls you back from your desk and lifts you into his arms, not uttering a word 
❀ He starts up your favourite anime and pulls you into have a warm cuddle
❀ He has a glass of water next to his bed which he makes you drink, again not saying anything 
❀ Simply he lets his red cheeks do all the talking
❀ He loves you and he wants you to take care of yourself but he doesn't really know how to put that into words ... he still gets flustered with feelings around you
❀ For Levi, actions speak louder than words 
Satan
❀ Satan would have sympathy towards you and anger towards the people that are overworking you
❀ He knows that you love working but he can't help himself from stepping in, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder and giving you a stern but caring look
❀ You know what that look means so you nod and pull yourself away from your work for the rest of the night
❀ Satan usually pulls you into his lap and reads a book with you, reading the words to you in hopes of lulling you to sleep, knowing you probably haven't slept very well recently
❀ He’s so caring, pulling some fresh pyjamas onto your body and pressing a kiss to your head as he tucks you in next to him
❀ In the mornings he wakes up early and heads down to breakfast to grab you your favourite foods and a coffee for your day ahead
❀ He even helps you with a little bit of your work
❀ Sometimes your desk is messy and he cleans it all up for you and then gives you a lil shoulder massage 
Asmodeus
❀ When Asmo sees you neglecting yourself for your work he knows exactly what to do
❀ Firstly he moves you right away from your work and calls for a day off
❀ He treats you to several things
❀ Skin care treatments, massages, back rubs, a manicure and even buys you something pretty!
❀ Asmo knows that you need to be spoiled and he’s perfectly fine with helping you relive some stress
❀ He takes you out to dinner and is ever so romantic
❀ Drinks are on him!
❀ He even brings back a bottle of champagne for you to share in his room, cuddled together in pretty bath robes, nails done perfectly and skin soft to the touch
❀ Asmo presses kisses all over your face and spends the rest of the night cuddled up by your side, enjoying the smell of your new sweet perfume which he'd treated you to
Beelzebub
❀ This sweet little angel notices straight away
❀ You didn’t come downstairs for breakfast and even missed lunch
❀ He knew that even humans needed to eat, maybe not as much as him but still!
❀ He takes some food to your room (way more than you could ever eat in one sitting)
❀ When he sees you at your computer or at your desk he knows you’ve been working hard
❀ But you needed a break
❀ Beel simply wraps his arms around you, ignoring your attempts at escaping him
❀ He pulls you in for a cuddle and snack time, you certainly get spoiled with kisses and he even feeds you
❀ He hates seeing you overworking and it worries his pure heart 🥺😔
Belphegor
❀ Belphie dislikes that you overwork yourself and he blames it on himself sometimes
❀ He really wants to spend so much time with you before his sin sends him back to dreamland for a few hours
❀ So every time you're overworking he picks you up and pulls you into a warm bath
❀ Its got scented bubbles, enchanted by the Twilight bath bomb
❀ Belphie washes your hair and cuddles you in the water, he loves cuddles no matter where he is
❀ Afterwards, he wraps you in a warm towel, grabs his shirt and pulls it over you for some quality snuggling
❀ Sleeping with you is Belphies favourite part of the day because you're just so soft, like a teddy bear
❀ Occasionally the boy will offer to stay up with you until you finish but ends up falling asleep on your lap
❀ Poor baby wants you to take care of yourself and spend some time with him!!
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spookybreadstick · 4 years ago
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Hey!!!! I was wondering if you could write a scenario for Toby confessing to his s/o 😳👉👈 - dancing parrot 🐦🎶🐦🎶
Okay so I wasn’t quite sure where I wanted to go with this, I had so many ideas it was hard to choose so I kind of meshed two of my favorite ideas into one lol. I hope it’s okay, it’s my longest (I’m pretty sure anyway) little scenario yet and I’m nervous/excited to post it. I personally think it’s kinda cute but uh let me know guys 😅 I also had it be Toby confessing that he has a crush on the reader, and for the purposes of this scenario the reader is female (I tried, but it’s harder than I thought to write gender neutral scenarios) 
NOTE: I am trying out different ways to incorporate Toby’s tics into the writing, because I think it is an important part of his character and I want to honor that while having it be respectful and also easier to read. I put his tics in * * so that it is easier to see when he’s having a verbal tic because otherwise it can look a lil funky. Let me know if this was an okay way to go about it, I’m still learning! 
🪓 Toby Confesses To His (Female) S/O  🪓
"Dude, stop star-staring. You're making it weird." Toby whispered to BEN, who was currently staring intently at you from a distance.
"How do you think I'm gonna help you if I don't know what I'm doing?" BEN barely glanced at Toby, who was fidgeting nervously beside him.
After a couple of seconds, BEN turned to Toby. "I don't know, dude. I need to see you guys in action."
"What does that mean?" Toby asked.
"Just go over and talk. Act natural. I need to see the vibe between you two." BEN said, nudging Toby towards you despite his whispers of protest.
Seeing Toby walk slowly towards you, you turned and greeted him. "Hey, Toby. What are you doing?"
"Uh, nothing. Just, uh, j-just walking..? He trailed off uncertainly.
You didn't seem to mind his awkward behavior, and continued to chat with him for another minute or two. Well, it was more like you were chatting at him rather than with him. Toby was just standing there uncomfortably, as he tried to will all of his tics away for a few minutes. It's hard when he's nervous and trying to make himself look good in front of you. Suddenly, you were being pulled away by one of the other pastas who wanted your opinion on something. Toby watched you leave the room, waving goodbye as you went.
"Dude. That was literally the worst thing I've ever seen." BEN appeared beside Toby, laughing.
"Knock *knock who's there?* knock it off." Toby gave him a slight shove.
"I can't help you if you're gonna be a dweeb about it." BEN shrugged.
"I'm not being a dweeb!" Toby cried indignantly.
"Okay, sure." BEN rolled his eyes.
"So?" Toby asked eagerly.
"So, what?"
"So, does she like me too?"
"I mean, she must like you at least a little. You were standing there like a goober, and she didn't care."
"BEN!"
"I'm sorry, but that was some classic comedy material right there. I could have made, like, a dozen jokes about the whole thing. All I'm saying is, she didn't take a golden opportunity to make fun of you, so maybe you do stand a chance after all."
"Okay, well, are you gonna help me *hide the body* help me win her over or what?" Toby crossed his arms.
"Nah. It's too much fun to watch you make a fool out of yourself." BEN grinned.
"Dude, seriously?"
"Look, I may be a man of talent, but I can't pass my flirt skills on to you. They'd just go to waste, man."
"Thanks a lot." Toby huffed.
"The best advice I can give you is to just relax, man. Just chill out, and don't act like you have rigor mortis. The whole time she was talking to you, you were rooted to the spot and your limbs were all tight. Don't do that. Just be loose and let it happen, you know?"
"Do you think I should tell her how I feel?" Toby asked timidly, shifting his weight from side to side. He really did like you. And he didn't always get so nervous around you, he reasoned to himself. He was better in groups, at least, when some of the attention was off of him.
"I don't know." BEN shrugged.
"You're talking about Y/N, right?" Hoodie asked, stepping into the room.
"Jesus, man, you scared the shit out of me!" BEN yelped.
"Sorry. Toby, do you have a crush on Y/N?"
"No! Why would you think *clink clink clink* that?"  
"You're pretty obvious about your feelings, Toby."
"D-do you think she knows?" Toby asked, dread crawling through his body. "I mean, it doesn't m-matter, it's not like I like her or anything, I just want to know." He added quickly, trying to cover his tracks.
"No, I don't think so." Hoodie replied, after a moment of thought.
"Why do you care?" BEN asked Hoodie, peering at him suspiciously.
Hoodie shrugged. "I don't care too much. Just figured Toby would want to know if she was dating somebody else. I mean, if he did like her." Hoodie cocked his head to the side, looking at Toby through his mask.
"W-what do you mean? She's dating somebody?" Toby's hand began to involuntarily rub at his neck.
"Not yet anyway. But I did hear that Jeff might ask her out." Hoodie said casually.
"Jeff? Tha-" BEN's words were quickly cut off by Hoodie smacking him in the side. Toby's mind was too preoccupied with visions of you and Jeff together, that he didn't notice.
"S-shit. Do... do you think she'd say y-yes?" Toby asked apprehensively.
"I don't know. But if you did have feelings for Y/N, which you say you don't, but if you did then you should probably tell her how you feel before Jeff does. Just in case." Hoodie said pointedly.
Toby nodded his head several times before yelling about how he had to do something (something totally unrelated) and then dashing out of the room.
~~
Toby ran down the lengths of the corridors, desperate to find you before Jeff could. His heart pinched to think of what would happen if you did decide to go out with Jeff. He couldn't bear it.
Toby was so lost in his thoughts that he narrowly missed running directly into Sally, who was wandering the halls as well.
"Sorry, Sally, I gotta go." Toby puffed, out of breath.
"Toby! You gotta come play with me!" Sally looked at him with eyes full of childish begging.
"Not now, Sal." Toby bounced impatiently, waiting for her to move.
"Toby Rogers, you come play with me right now!" Sally crossed her arms. "Or I'll tell Slendy that you were being mean to me."
Toby looked down at her in shock. "You wouldn't."
Sally stuck her tongue out playfully. Toby sighed, then ran his hands through his hair in frustration.
"Fine! *Fine wine, very fine wine* I-I'll go play with you. But it has to be quick, I'm really *busy bee* busy!" Toby pleaded.
"Okey-dokey!" Sally exclaimed happily, grabbing Toby's hand and pulling him along to her playroom.
~~
When Toby entered Sally's playroom, he was expecting to find the table set for tea, with various stuffed animals positioned into chairs and dressed in different colored tutus. That wasn't a surprise. What was an unexpected surprise, however, was finding you sitting in one of Sally's pink plastic chairs. Toby skidded to a stop, like a deer in headlights, taking in the sight of you perched in the tiny chair with a princess tiara on your head.
"Hi, Toby." You waved slightly. "Like the tiara?"
"Uh, yeah. It, um, it looks-it looks great." Toby stuttered out.
"We're going to play Princess Tea Time." Sally announced loudly, putting on a tiara of her own. 
"Y/N and I are going to be princesses, of course." Sally gestured to the matching tiaras.
"Tickles and Marmalade will be the Ladies-in-Waiting." Sally pointed to a pink bear and a blue triceratops. "Larry is going to be a knight, and my very romantic fiance." She gestured to a manatee.
"And Toby is going to be the prince from another kingdom that comes to tea!" Sally beamed.
Toby plastered a big fake smile on his face before Sally's game of play-pretend began.
~~
The three of you had been playing for a good twenty minutes, and Toby had been having a good time in spite of the circumstances. He had been enjoying himself enough to have forgotten about the whole Jeff thing entirely. Sally was serving real cookies, and there was fruit punch in the pink teapot. Sally is an excellent little actress, and she had adopted an over-the-top British accent to go with her whole "diva princess madly in love with the lowly knight" vibe that she had going. Toby found himself relaxing as time went on, and he found his ability to actually converse like a normal person. He had even made a few jokes that you'd laughed at.
However, Sally decided it was high time to raise the stakes of her little game.
"Prince Toby, what just fell out of your pocket?" Sally asked, pointing to a spot of nothing on the floor. She leaned over to pick up nothing off the floor, then pretended to 'read' whatever it was. She gasped dramatically, hands over her heart.
"Prince Toby! This letter states your love for Princess Y/N!" Sally exclaimed. "And just when were you going to confess to my dear sister?"
"I-I-um, I-" Toby stuttered, unable to think of how to play along. This was becoming too close for comfort.
"It's true?!" Sally gasped dramatically once more, ignoring Toby's failed acting attempt. "Good heavens! Sister, what do you think?"
"I... I don't know, dear sister. What ever should I do?" You asked Sally, half-playing along.
"Well, we have to determine if Prince Toby's love for you is true." Sally turned to Toby excitedly. He stared at her blankly in return. 
"Well? Go on, tell her how you feel." Sally urged.
Toby looked at you and suddenly words starting coming out of his mouth that seemed to stumble right from his heart. "I don't know how to act when I'm around you, because you make me so nervous. You're the most amazing person I've ever met in my life. You're like... like a goddess to me. You're so beautiful, and kind, and you're always so nice to me of all people, and I really wanted to tell you this before, especially since there's other guys that want your heart, but I was scared of what you'd say..." Toby trailed off, heart racing. "I, uh, that's how the prince, I mean me, that's how I feel about you. Princess Y/N." Toby tripped over his words, trying to act like it was all part of the game.
"Now that was romantic." Sally sighed happily.
~~
The game ended shortly after that, due to Slender calling Sally downstairs so she could watch some cartoons that she liked, which was a good thing since Toby could hardly bring himself to look you in the eyes. He worried that you had read between the lines and realized that his words were actually true. Sally had just skipped out of the room when Toby stood and faced you. You stood as well, plucking your tiara from your head and fiddling with it.
"That was a pretty intense game." You half-laughed after several beats of awkward silence.
"Y-yeah, it was." Toby looked at the ground.
"Sally's got quite the imagination."
"Yeah. *Yeah, yeah*"
"You do too."
"What?"
"I mean, coming up with that whole thing about how the prince feels about the princess? That was pretty creative."
"Oh, yeah... about that..." Toby trailed off. "S-sorry if I made you uncomfortable or anything."
"No, no, it's fine. You were just playing the part." You smiled to try to put his obvious nerves at ease.
"But-but I wasn't." Toby looked you in the eyes.
"You weren't?"
"No, I..." Toby drew in a deep breath. "I really like you."
"In what way?" You asked, half in a whisper.
"That-that way. The-the lovey kind of way?" Toby half-whispered back, unsure of your reaction.  
"Really?" Your eyes brightened with hope.
"I like you so much and I really want to be your-your....your prince." Toby looked down at his hands, before glancing back at you. "If-if you want me to. I get it if you d-don't like me..."
"No!" You cut him off. "I like you, too."
"In that same way?" Toby glanced at you hopefully.
"Yes. In that same lovey kind of way." You repeated his words with a smile on your face.
Toby's entire face lit up with joy as he pulled you in close for a hug and maybe a kiss.
~~
"Guess things worked out for old Toby after all." BEN mentioned to Hoodie after the two of you announced to the mansion later that day that you were together.
"I guess they did." Hoodie commented. 
"What about the whole Jeff thing, though? He never mentioned anything to me, and I'm his best friend, and then you practically body-slammed me earlier when I was talking about it." BEN turned to face Hoodie.
"Oh, I made that all up." Hoodie said casually taking a sip of the drink he was holding.
"What? Dude, why?" BEN shook his head in confusion.
"Because," Hoodie began as he looked across the room at the happy new couple, "he would never have told her otherwise if I didn't give him just a little push."  
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vaguely-concerned · 4 years ago
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The Mandalorian Chapter 14 reactions: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AWESOME BUT ALSO I’M CRYING edition
- the good good din characterization is back after all the weirdness last episode!!!! that soft way he says ‘no, no, I’m not mad at you’? THAT’S din djarin, he would not be fucking impatient with his son having just been informed and seen for himself that he is terrified, go away mr filoni I know you’ve got all of canon memorized but you don’t get this lol. this feels much more right in how din being conflicted and still thinking he should give the baby away for his own good plays out too  
honestly every line of dialogue for him in this one was perfect I was just whispering ‘I love this awkward clueless wonderful man just doing his best’ to myself any time he said anything. “...does this look Jedi to you?” sir I adore you more than words can describe
- we got din chuckling. asjdklfhsdkafghsdafsadhjkfsdahjkfh. fskahfksjad. side note: I can’t believe my joke post about din desperately trying to Force home school the kid with the one (1) jedi trick he knows about and the baby being delighted by it over and over anyway -- listen to his expectant excited laugh when din takes the ball and sets up the game!!!! -- was canon all along. and then the baby & mando music kicking in when he gently put the silver ball into the baby’s hands again and tells him he’s special (because he IS special. to din)? hmng. hmmmmnnnnn  
they opened on the height of softness so we would all crumple under the weight of the rest of the episode and that was very mean of them in a way I sincerely appreciate 
- nothing to see here... just a dad trying to walk through the literal manifestation of the unassailable underlying forces of the universe to get to his baby again and again........ the desperation in that, the love, the foolhardy devotion................... shit
- okay so I might be a dumbass, but I’d never noticed this before -- the silver ball has a blue spot on the top, like so: 
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and in addition we get the room where the baby goes full darth grogu (I have to laugh so I don’t cry okay) on those storm troopers, and there’s a red light in there dominating the room (and it did even more in the concept art):
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in star wars blue means light side and red means dark side (it’s very sophisticated that way), meaning the visual storytelling here is that there’s a battle for the baby’s soul and gideon and all his nonsense (and the trauma bb’s been through in the wider sense) is pulling towards the dark, while grogu and din’s connection leads him towards the light. just... the image of the baby looking at his own reflection in the symbolic representation of his relationship to din? the way children find their sense of self through being safely reflected and held by their caretakers? god help meeeeeee I will go in there and fistfight gideon myself for disrupting that in any way  
the smaller light seems to be blue too, like there’s still the presence of light even if it’s dimmed and small in that shitty horrible room, which is a change from the concept art!
- FENNEC SHAND SURVIVED BITCHES!!! I even called that she’d be back with new shiny robot parts back in season 1, could not happen to a cooler lady, I hope we get more backstory and interaction from her the next episodes -- sounds like she’s basically sworn herself to boba’s service in gratitude for saving her life, I wonder if that’s a cultural thing of whereever she comes from? does she live aboard slave 1 now too?? because that would be hilarious and amazing, it must be like two strange cats trying to get used to sharing the same space   
- everything I could ever hope for about boba fett in this series came true, they went down the much more interesting and nuanced route with jango and boba’s identities as mandalorians, he looked cool as fuck and made din as a character shine rather than overshadowing him... amazing beautiful yesss 
(I did 100% not anticipate just how ‘cool uncle boba here to help you fuck shit up’ he was going to be but I am delighted to get it anyway. uncle points deducted for getting someone to point a gun at the baby, but the main point still stands lol) 
the power and brutality of his hand to hand fighting too... a w e s o m e , I enjoyed the action scenes a lot in this one
- they even recanonized him actually wearing jango’s armour. what more could I ask for. I’ve had confused parent & child feels about these two since I was like eleven and here we fucking go again. and jango fighting in the mando civil wars too!
- so I’m grieving the razor crest (and I always will be, rip you magnificent jalopy, always in my heart) but also there’s the grim satisfaction that my reading on it was sort of true -- it is (...was. oh god it’s going to take a while to sink in huh) a symbol of din’s self and life, and at this point when they take the baby it tears everything else to pieces. the only thing that’s left in the ashes is the beskar and the thing that connects him to the baby. and there’s... a strange solace in seeing that that’s all he needs to keep going? he’s fucking obliterated from orbit but he still has his love for the baby and the beskar and that can keep him going until he finds something new, everything else can be replaced?????? weirdly healing, though he is probably going to have a solid breakdown at some point after they get the kid back (shut up they are getting the kid back) and the cold distant fog lifts 
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also this scene/shot feels like it carries some Meaning, doesn’t it? I’m on record several times saying I never want din to be mand’alor and that’s still true, but there’s something about the framing of this and the way boba looks at him that’s like... hm. I’m not sure I have the words for it. there’s something heightened about it, anyway, for a moment he looks like something mythic there in the wreckage 
(something I would be much cooler with is our clan of two growing a little bit and those new people rallying behind him, actually, that might be neat. imagine if a force user does show up for the baby and gets adopted into the clan somehow??? so many possibilities.) 
- from the way he picks up the silver ball... din djarin is on his way to straight up murder some people huh
I think part of what reassures me about this scene is the music -- this mando flute is not distant, is not beaten, is not despondent, it’s clear and determined and strong.
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I love this. I love when we get explicit baby POVs, it makes it feel so real and intimate and... like home. (I especially loved baby’s point of view inside the razor crest, which just made me tear up again. baby lost the closest thing he’s had to a home in a long long time on top of it all. everything is suffering)
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Emotionally Significant Thumb Grabbing tm; the show
- din djarin looking for the ‘on’ switch on a magic rock fhsdakjfhsadlfhsdjah I can’t breathe
 “Well, this is the seeing stone. Are you. Seeing anything?” fsafkdsajhfsa sdhfksjalhfkjsdahfkjsdhf
- the energy around the baby as he’s, in ahsoka’s words, ‘choosing his path’ is blue, and the force sort of works across time and space, right?? so there’s definitely still hope for our lil green bean to not have to come up with a really dumb unsubtle sith name for himself, as is regrettably yet delightfully tradition. darth babbu should never come to pass (I do like how they’re interrogating the normal dark/light side dichotomy in this series, seeing as this is a literal baby who can’t really be responsible for that stuff himself yet and has such capacity for both.)  
- listen. listen, the way din says ‘can you please hurry up’ with no sarcasm or real impatience whatsoever, more like a harried worry, to his force-meditating son as he jogs off to make sure no one’s trying to kill them. is hilarious and also YES this is what the character is!!! weirdly and incongruously polite under stress sometimes and with a slightly odd reaction pattern to things!!! he’s not just quiet and badass, he’s a little strange sometimes and it’s so good!  
- a friendly opening volley warning shot from boba there
also din uncertainly asking BOBA FETT if he’s a jedi... now this is the dramatic irony I’ve been looking for haha 
I guess neither shand nor boba actually know din’s name after this either. baby you gotta start introducing yourself at some point it gets real confusing when there are two mandos on screen 
oh the long weary sigh going through din’s frame when boba says he wants ‘the armour’ and he thinks it’s just someone trying to peel the beskar off his corpse again. sorry the galaxy’s so shitty dad   
- “But fate sometimes steps in to rescue the wretched” is a killer line well done mr favreau. I like that boba actually offers din a good deal as well and seems to intend to deliver on it from how things are going. 
- din using his beskar-covered bod to cover someone he’s fighting alongside!!! literal moving cover haha. also I love fennec’s costume design  
- I don’t know where din got more whistling birds from and I don’t care, it was really cool haha 
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wow haha um so anyway -- 
(cue all the ‘who wore it better’ with cobb vanth’s ‘spiderman’s first home made costume’ look on one side and ABSOLUTE UNIT DADDY boba fett on the other side posts lol)
- aaaghh the music almost like a stunned desperate fluttering heart beat as din watches the razor crest be destroyed 
- for someone who has willingly worked for them in the past boba sure sounds less than thrilled about having the empire back in any capacity 
- oof the deadness in din’s voice when he says “The child is gone”. ooooh no that got me  h e l p 
- guessing next episode is at least partly a ‘gathering old allies and preparing the assault’ step before the grand finale, then! they cannot go for the season ender cliffhanger with this, I will fucking riot. anything can be up in the air except baby and dad being separated, I will not allow it
it would be very funny if the force user baby called out to comes stumbling into the middle of all this like the troy entering the room with pizzas meme too 
- the music in the darth grogu scene is partially a dark mirror of the baby & mando music :’( is nothing in this world sacred
also from how he reaches out for it baby might have used a light saber before in the past with the jedi? ngl the idea of baby wielding the dark saber not when he’s all grown up but in like two episodes -- with all the chaos a toddler holding a laser sword would involve -- is all that is keeping me sane here 
‘liable to put an eye out with one of these’ well gideon you sure have doomed someone to lose an eye with that one, here’s to hoping it’s you, for full dramatic payoff 
he is a deliciously smug awful force with great musical cues tho, you have to give it to him
- okay so this
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is obviously awful and horrible and it makes me so sad... but it is undeniably also very very very funny in how it’s framed. you know what? after all this bullshit baby grogu can have a little dark side tantrum, as a treat, we’ve all been there right
(forget finding a jedi, we need to go out there and find a child psychologist who can help him deal with this without adding the fear that he’s on the path to become a two foot tall evil space sorcerer to the mix Y_________Y) 
- rip the razor crest except for the second time :’’’( gone but never forgotten
- the last thing din tells the baby is “I’m gonna protect you; I’ll be back soon”. and I hope that stays with the kid somehow and that it actually comes true, that din will be back for him as soon as humanly possible and all this pain and fear can be repaired. ggggghhhhh my emotions are too big for my dumb human body 
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nightowlfandom · 4 years ago
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Bully! Boss! Min Yoongi- Blind Rage
So ANON ASKS
Hi! How are you? Can I please have prompt 8 and 20 for yoongi with shitloads of angst? Bye! Have a nice day ,,,,or days...,,
Yes you can random stranger on the internet!, Yes you most certainly can! You didn’t include a lot of context to I made one up!  I hope you like it and please enjoy! I tried to make it as angsty as possible and I’m assuming from the prompts that you wanted it slightly dirty, but I only do smut unless it’s asked for so I toned it down for this one.
I’m good! Is you good? If not, I hope this makes your day!! 
Also! Just wanna say no posts for a lil bit cuz it’s my birthday on the 10th (Tomorrow as I am posting thing)  and I’m doing thangs (at home and SAFELY of course, so this is gonna be the only thing I post today)
Also I got a message from one of you saying I’m like the sister you never had...SO I’M YOUR SISTER NOW! YOU, AND YOU, AND YOU IN THE BACK...YOU ALL ARE MY BABIES!
8-Oh baby, I treat you like a maid because that’s basically all you are.
20- Don’t finish that sentence darling…it won’t end well for you. 
Leggo!
...
You mentally cursed as the ceramic plate shattered against the hard flooring. You could only glare at, Jungkook who had ‘accidentally’ pushed the plate off the table.
“Maid!” Jungkook impatiently snapped his fingers. “Clean this mess up, will you?”
Wordlessly, you got down on your hands and knees and picked up the pieces of broken marble. You used your the skirt of your uniform as a little device to hold the remnants of glass and wasted food. 
You walked away, cursing under your breath as a chorus of laughter rang around your bosses. Good for them, finding humor in your humiliation.
“Calm down Y/N, they’re just messing with you.” you tried to cheer yourself up. “You’re doing this for your family.”
You were determined to help your folks out to the best of your ability. Even if it meant torture from a bunch of rich assholes who never lifted a finger a day in their lives. When you finally had enough, you were gonna buy a huge ass house right next to this shit hole and tell your bosses to suck it.
“That’ll be the day.” you smiled thinking about how one day you would own property and get your mom, dad, sisters and brothers out of that tiny ass house. 
“Talking to yourself again, maid?” a voice cut through your inner montage of you moonwalking away from your bosses.
“No sir.” You ignored Yoongi as you threw the broken plate away. “I’ll get another serving ready.”
Luckily for you, it was only a salad and not a hot meal.
“No need, you’re dismissed for the night.” he waved you off. 
“Very well.” you seethed.
...
You basically flopped into bed. After a 2-hour phone call to your mom, who had managed to make you feel better. You were so done, you could fall aslee-
“MAID!”
You will apparently forever and always stand corrected. Yoongi’s room was literally right next to yours. However while yours was practically the size of a janitors closet, he along with his friends got all the luxury. You heaved yourself out of bed and trudged to his room.
“You wanted to see me.” you announced.
“Close the door.” he ordered. “ The boys think your behavior is unacceptable.”
“I’m sorry?”
“You will be.” he stood up from his bed, arms crossed. He was only in his black pants and crisp button up shirt. The first three buttons were undone, exposing his toned collarbones. Don’t look, don’t look. “They said the way you bent down, was provocative and attention grabbing.”
“With all due respect, I was cleaning up a mess one of you made.” you were confused. “How else was I supposed to-”
“I understand how pleasure can get in the way of work, but trying to seduce us on the job is very inappropriate.”
“Excuse you?” you said flatly. “I wasn’t trying to do anything like that!”
“They don’t see it that way, L/N.”
“Well you guys are bigger morons that I thought. Not every girl wants to throw themselves at your feet!” you crossed your arms.
“Well apparently you had no problem throwing yourself at Jungkook’s now did you?”
“How dare you!” you finally snapped. “Why are you accusing me of being some temptress! I work for you, I bitch about it to my friends, I get paid. Wash rinse and repeat. Nowhere in my job description says that I’m a maid, yet you all insist of treating me like it!”
“Then why do you answer to it...Maid?” Yoongi smirked, crossing his arms.
“Because if I don’t, you people turn into conniving evil assholes, using my situation against me!” you snapped in reply. “Why are you treating me like this!?”
“Oh baby...I treat you like a maid because that’s basically all you are.” he looked you up and down.
SMACK!
You didn’t have any control over what happened next. Your hand had basically shot out and slap him square across the face. 
“How...dare you!” you snapped. “You know what! I don’t care if I lose my job. You sit there on your high horse acting like your above anyone when I bet you’ve never even washed your own socks!”
Yoongi was still in shock. You had never had enough guts to stand up to anyone. All sorts of thoughts raced through his head. Shock...rage...interest..
Dare he say, pleasure?
“I am the best damn think that’s happen to this house since the last maid quit and I have worked hard for EVERYTHING I have! So here’s what I have to say before I pack my shit and leave-”
“L/N...” he warned. “I wouldn’t say another word.”
“You can go-”
“Don’t finish that sentence, Darling.” Yoongi warned. “It won’t end well for you.” he glowered.
“You can go fuck yourself!” you spat anyways. “FUCK YOU, MIN!”{ you spat his name out as if it were poison. 
You had no idea how the series of events happened. Yoongi stormed up to you. You backed yourself against the door, scared out of your mind. 
“Say it again.” he breathed hoarsely. 
Wait what?
“What?” you voiced your thoughts aloud. “I’m sorry?”
“No.” he shook his head. “I’ve been waiting for this side of you for a while now.” He pinned his arms above your head. “Say it.”
“F-fuck you.” you whispered.
“That’s exactly what I’m gonna do, Miss L/N.”
...
You woke up the next day to find feathers all around you. Your body ached every time you moved. You had remembered the night prior. You and Yoongi...
Speaking of which, he was still sleeping. He was laying with his head resting in his hands. He laid on his back, snoring softly. You were curious as to why he didn’t tell you to leave.
You tried to sit up. You didn’t wanna wake him. You’re uniform was on the floor, so you quietly got dressed.
“Were you going to leave without a word, maid?”
You turned around as Yoongi sat up. “A bit rude don’t you think?”
“I wasn’t sure if you wanted me still in your bed when you woke up.” you answered honestly.
“Well obviously.” he scoffed. “I was pretty clear in my intentions towards you.”
“Oh...you were serious?” you were surprised. “O-okay.”
In an instant you were pulled back into bed. Yoongi tightened his arms around you.
“Y’know while I’d love to be here with you in bed...I still have a job.”
“Fuck that...from now on your job is being my woman.” he scoffed.
Damn...DAMN he was smooth. 
“With all due respect, Yoongi. I’m a firm believe in working for what you have, it makes the outcome a lot more satisfying.”
“Alright, you can keep working. However...I think it’s time I give you a promotion.” he kissed the top of your head.
“About time.” you scoffed. “I’ll have your breakfast ready in a second.”
...
“You seem very happy today Y/N.” Hoseok commented as you gracefully set down the food tray.
“Do I?” you replied. “Guess I had a change of heart.” you shrugged.
“Hm, what are you planning? You put laxatives in the eggrolls?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow at you.
“No...I’m not sure what’s gotten into me.” you replied.
“I might have an idea.” Yoongi walked into the room, adjusting his tie. He winked at you as he sat down in his usual spot. “Did you prepare my usual?”
“Just the way you like it, sir.” you replied nonchalantly. The other boys were concerned, you had never spoken in such a high regard before. You were always huffing and giving half-assed answers...now you were behaving like a sly kitten.
“Make sure you come to my room after breakfast, maid...we have unfinished business.” Yoongi didn’t look up from his newspaper. “I expect you in a timely manner....Miss L/N.”
For the first time since you started working there, you smiled. You grabbed the tray off the table, bending over painfully slow. He peeked up over the paper, raising an eyebrow. You could tell he was trying to hide his smile, but he managed to smirk through it.
“It would be my pleasure sir.” you replied, standing up straight. “Consider it done...Mr.Min.”  You headed to the kitchen without another word before beelining for Yoongi’s room. 
You would have a little surprise waiting for him when he got here...
...
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meltwonu · 4 years ago
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10. “We’re in public, you know.”
23. “We cant do that here!”
34. “Tell me what you want.”
notes; dom!mingyu, drinking/body shots(drink responsibly yall), dirty talk, degradation/name calling/v minor dumbification, creampie/cum eating, fucking in public, v minor hair pulling, yikes what isn't a warning on this one LOL 😩ok i def def def imagined 24hr long haired mingyu for this for the full fantasy heheh ykno the outfit with the distressed denim and black blazer with the chiffon shirt underneath, also this is long so the rest is under the cut!! Thank you again for requesting!! enjoy!!💕
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Dive bars were typically reserved for post-exam, post-finals, ‘I’m not sure if I fucked up but I don’t want to think about it’ situations.
Which is exactly why you found yourself there with a handful of your other university friends; 4 shots deep into the tequila.
“Oof, don’t look now but your campus crush just walked in with his entourage.” Vernon teases, already sliding off of his bar stool to get another round of shots. “Do you want another, or?” His voice already sounds faraway when you fixate on Mingyu, the source of all your recent sexual frustrations. You hated to admit it but you were always too shy to approach him, even when you had the same classes. But this time, you knew you were going to finally make a move.
Vernon rolls his eyes when you don’t reply, leaving as you stare off at Mingyu.
And you can’t help but fantasize; goosebumps rising on your skin when you imagine Mingyu’s hands all over your skin and his cock deep inside your pussy. The thought alone has you rubbing your thighs together and it only gets worse when you start to imagine him eating you out; fingertips tangled in his long wavy locks.
Biting your lip, you tear your eyes away from the tall male as soon as you see Vernon walking back to the table.
“Here, got this just for you.” He wiggles his eyebrows, placing a shot glass full of tequila, a slice of lime, and a salt shaker in front of you. “A body shot!” You blush a crimson, eye twitching.
“W-why would I need that?”
Jeonghan snorts from across the table, eyes rolling when you glance his way. “‘Cause you’re ready to break your kneecaps for Mingyu and we all can fuckin’ tell. Here, drink my shot too. You need it.” Gulping, you pick up the glass and quickly down the liquid.
“Now we’re getting somewhere!”
It takes 3 more tequila shots before you’re stumbling off of your stool; swiping the shot glass, lime and salt shaker off of the dirty table before your wobbly legs start taking you towards Mingyu.
His laughter only grows louder the closer you get, heart pounding in your chest when his friends gesture your way.
Mingyu turns to you; a hint of a smirk on his face when he meets your bleary eyes. “Yes?”
“Come do this tequila shot with me!” You slur out, lips forming a drunken smile when he moves to get up from his seat. He wraps his hand around your wrist holding the shot glass, tugging you towards a more secluded part of the bar as his friends look on.
“We’re in public, you know. I’m not sure if body shots are for a dingy dive bar.” Mingyu smiles at you, eyes twinkling with playfulness. “And I’m not really a fan of tequila.”
“If they’re not for sleazy bars, where are they for then, huh?” Your body tingles with electricity with his hand on your wrist and you can’t help the way you lean in closer when he doesn’t respond. 
“And who says you’re the one drinking it anyway. What if I just needed to use your body?”
Mingyu laughs, half in disbelief and half in amusement, letting go of your wrist as he opens his blazer. “Well? Get to it then, let me see what that mouth of yours can do.” You giggle in response, juggling the shot glass and salt shaker in one hand before bringing the slice of lime up to his lips. He bites into it, leaning down until he’s at a comfortable height for you.
Grinning, you unbutton his shirt a little more, leaning in to lick at the junction of his neck and shoulder until you deem it wet enough; shaking the salt shaker over the area until there’s enough salt on his skin. Mingyu laughs around the lime in his mouth, tilting his head a little more to give you more access.
Before you can change your mind, you quickly down the shot, leaning back in as you hurriedly lap at the salt on his skin. The last step has you hesitating for a moment, Mingyu’s firm stare meeting yours when he brings a hand up towards your head. He tangles his hand in your hair and brings you in closer; your lips puckering around the lime wedged between his lips as you suck.
As soon as you bite into the lime, Mingyu pulls back, letting go of your hair in the process. You pull the fruit slice out of your mouth, setting it onto the nearest table just as he wraps a hand around your wrist again, tugging you towards the bar’s restroom.
He quickly pushes you into the one person restroom, locking the door behind himself before turning to face you.
“Tell me what you want.” He grits out, body rigid as he watches you lean against the dirty wall. “Tell me what that greedy pussy of yours wants, baby.”
“Mmh... want you to fu--fuck, hic, me~” 
The alcohol finally hits you hard, body sensitive when he pins you against the wall. “Fuck, that slutty ‘lil  mouth of yours could probably do some damage, huh? I bet you’re good at choking on cock.” You can’t help but moan as you rub your thighs together.
“We can’t do that here!” You whine, hazy eyes trying to focus on Mingyu. “The--the floor’s d--dirty and I, hic, I wanna feel your c-cock inside of meee~”
Mingyu scoffs, eyes rolling when he rests the palms of his hands on either side of your head. “Yeah? You think you can take my cock? Is that pussy wet enough to take me already?” He pauses, watching as you lick your lips. “I could see the way you were staring at me, y’know? Always thought you were a cute ‘lil thing. Playing coy around campus... Who knew you really had it in you.”
“God, Mingyu, would you stop t-talking? I’m trying to get, hic, you in me, so if you’d please just h-hurry!”
“So impatient. You’re just a cock hungry cumslut who’s willing to get fucked by me in a dirty bar restroom, aren’t you?”
You feel the wetness pooling in your panties, hands immediately latching onto his belt as you start to undo the buckle.
“Yes, now fucking, hic, give it to m-me, damn it!”
And Mingyu does.
His strong arms are the only thing keeping you up; your legs wrapped around his waist and back pressed into the wall as he fucks you hard and fast. Your fingertips tangle into his wavy hair, latching on for dear life when he angles his thrusts in a way that has the head of his cock tapping your g-spot.
“O--oh, fuh--fuck, Mingyu, there! Please, h-harder!!”
He chuckles under his breath; harsh thrusts making your pussy tighten even more around his thick cock. “Yeah? You want it harder? You want me to fuck this ‘lil pussy until all it knows is my cock?” Garbled noises spill from your lips at his questions, hands tugging harder onto his hair.
“Y--yes, god, yes! I--fuck, w-want you to fuck me until, a-ah, all I know is how to take your c-cock!” You cry, digging the heels into the small of his back. “God, just please fuck me stupid, Mingyu!!”
The said male grins, nails digging into the underneath of your thighs as he doubles his pace. “Yeah? Wanna be my dumb ‘lil cumslut? I’ll give you what you want. Anytime, baby. Just say the word.” You can only whine in response, teeth chattering when you feel your orgasm coming.
And Mingyu can tell, growling when he feels your pussy sucking him in deeper. “Make yourself cum. Touch your cute ‘lil clit and get my cock wet.”
You reach a hand down between your bodies, fingertips on the swollen nub as you mewl. “Mmh.. Mingyu… need ‘ta cum…” You mumble, pinching your clit between your fingertips. “Pl--please cum i-inside of, hic, me…” Moaning, you rub circles on your clit, eyes rolling to the back of your head when you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you.
“You want me to fill you up with my cum, huh? Filthy ‘lil slut.” He scoffs, grinding against you until you whimper. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight!”
“Ngh, Ming----Mingyu, ‘m, ah, gonna c-cum!”
A jumbled mix of words tumble off your lips, Mingyu’s name a broken cry in the mix as you cum; thighs shaking and body tensing as the immense pleasure washes over your body. Mingyu fucks you through your orgasm, finding it harder and harder to thrust into you as your pussy tightens into a vice grip around his cock.
But he soon follows suit, licking his lips when he unloads all of his cum inside of you. He slowly grinds against you, riding out his high as he watches your eyes flutter shut. “Does it feel good, baby?” You can only nod in return; moaning at the feeling of his warm cum filling you up.
Mingyu gives it a second before he lets you down onto your feet gently; your hand slipping from his hair as you try to stabilize yourself on wobbly legs. Your eyes are hazy and your head still feels fuzzy from the alcohol and orgasm, but Mingyu drops to his knees within seconds, a smirk on his face when he looks up at you. 
“Spread your legs. Let me see you push my cum out.”
A blush coats your cheeks as you follow his orders, spreading your legs until you can reach down and use your fingers to keep your swollen folds apart. Mingyu immediately leans in, licking his lips as he watches the cum dribble down your thighs.
“Such an obedient slut.”
He places his hands on your thighs, leaning forward until he’s lapping up at the rivulets of cum that drip down your skin. He licks around your fingers, catching all that he can on his tongue before he stands back up.
It takes you a moment to catch onto what he’s doing; tilting your own head up as he tangles a hand through your hair. He leans down, lips on yours in a heated kiss and all you can taste is his cum and the whiskey he’d been drinking earlier in the night. But you moan into the kiss, parting your lips willingly when he pushes the cum into your mouth for you to swallow.
Your eyes flutter shut just as he pulls away, a thread of cum and spit connecting your mouths when he takes a step back.
“So…” You swallow the salty substance down, trying to adjust your focus on Mingyu who wipes at his lips with the back of his hand.
“Y-yes, Mingyu?”
He runs his hands through his messy hair, checking himself in the broken mirror above the sink.
“D’you come here often?”
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sinkix · 4 years ago
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~ Haikyuu!! Boys baking with reader - Ft. Ushijima, Tendou, Oikawa, Hinata & Nishinoya ~
YO! SO UHHHH... I’M BACK??? I GUESS?? MAYBE??? After a little break I had this in my drafts for a while and realllyyy wanted to complete it since it’s such a cute concept. Honestly at this point my posting frequencies are so sporadic and random pls forgive me lmao.
@deathcab4daddy​ gave me the inspo to include Ushi and it was so funny coming up with ideas for him, he is no.1 country boi chef 
Dude I’m listening to the Mario Kart soundtrack ‘Coconut Mall’ while I continue writing this someone save me. Like u think I’m joking. UR WRONG.
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Ushijima:
The most straightforward yet idiotic baker you will ever come across.
Before you even THINK about performing step 1, he will read the entire fucking leaflet like it’s a Shakesperean monologue.
INGREDIENTS INCLUDED.
LIKE SIS I DIDN’T NEED TO KNOW IT CONTAINS  MONOCALCIUM PHOSPHATE THANK YOU.
I’m surprised he doesn’t count every single particle in the brownie mix.
You bought him a frilly cupcake-printed apron stating ‘best wife’ not expecting him to actually wear it
But since he’s secretly a big softie and treasures anything you buy he wears it proudly.
His stoic and dignified disposition is a comical contrast to the words printed on the front lmao.
Ushi best wifey bro.
The tight fit of the apron is pretty hot since it outlines every ridge of his pecs and tightly toned torso.
Gotta resist groping your mans while stirring the brownie batter.
tbh he’s more likely to grope you, he can’t resist that a$$.
And let’s face it he’s def an ass/thigh kinda guy.
Can and will try to casually initiate some form of unholy activities by lifting you up onto the kitchen counter, goading you to slowly lick the spoon and locking gazes before pulling you in for a deep, open-mouthed kiss to get a taste of the incomplete creation himself.
Ushi’s lips and brownie batter are a knock-out combo js.
Literally has the most serious face when he’s cracking the eggs into the bowl
The amount of concentration is equivalent to that of when he’s performing a serve at match-point.
HAS to set the temperature to the EXACT degree stated on the box
Everything is done by the book if you do one thing out of place he will pull you up on it lol.
“(Y/N) you were supposed to stir it for 5 minutes, not 7.”
When its done you feed him some and he can’t help but smile its so ADORBALE AHHH.
You end up eating most of it since Ushi doesn’t strike me as much of a chocolate/junk food lover.
STILL A VERY FUN BUT F R U S T R A T I N G EXPERIENCE.
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Tendou:
The complete opposite of Ushi
Does everything wrong and the unconventional way.
Absolute disaster but doesn’t even sweat it since Tendou basically thrives in chaos and the disorderly.
To him instructions are purely equivocal, will read them for five seconds then toss them away.
Step aside Gordon Ramsey, Chef Tendou is here.
Despite doing everything the unorthodox way it still comes out amazing.
Like??? how???
Will cheekily place a dollop batter on your nose then lick it off fh3jkeffefds
Or if he’s feelin’ a lil freaky, he’ll swipe it off with his long ass finger and make you suck it clean, smirking at your submission as you coat his finger with your saliva.
oop-
Constantly cracking jokes and shitty food puns, pretending to drop the bowl to make you go into preemptive cardiac arrest before you can swat him with the spatula.
While you’re waiting for the timer to ping, Satori being the schemer he is will use this as an opportunity to pull some fuckery and tease you in any way he can.
u better be praying like bodhisattva TanaNoya rn because he is MERCILESS.
Suggestive comments, the brush of his fingers against your thigh, it’ll leave you A C H I N G in frustration by the end of it.
Unholy activities aside, once your baking session is completed you finish it off by feeding PHAT forkfuls of brownie to each other and giggling like dorks when it gets all over your mouth.
The jackass actually got a fingerful and SMEARED it over your cheek and forehead, drawing a little cross and snickering when the crumbs fall onto your nose.
Tendou was smart to draw a cross bc he gonna need jesus with the ATTACK you launch on him after that, which promptly leads to an all out food war in your kitchen that neither of you want to clean up after ward.
Don’t worry though it’s Tendou, he’ll somehow find a way to make such a mundane activity fun.
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Nishinoya:
stirs WAY TOO VIOLENTLY
IT’S LIKE AN ELECTRIC WHISK ON OVERDRIVE.
IT WILL SPLATTER OVER THE COUNTER, CUPBOARDS AND EVERYTHING YOU HOLD DEAR WITHIN A 1 MILE RADIUS.
You best believe he will try and eat some of the batter and you have to swat the spoon away from his mouth since he has NO REGARD FOR THE FACT HE COULD GET SALMONELLA.
Plus you know what Noya’s like once he starts eating something the whole thing will be gone in a matter of milliseconds.
He somehow managed to get Baking powder EVERYWHERE and even gave him self a little moustache with it.
The white substance kinda looked like something else but you didn’t really wanna say lmaooo.
could explain why he has so much energy all the time oK ILL STOP-
While you’re putting the mix on the tray he is SO extra and will do fancy lil swirls and over extend his arm like a swan to gracefully spread the batter
until he nearly fucking knocks it over.
During processing time since he is so excitable and impatient you best believe he’s gonna suggest a game of ping pong or something because my guy can well and truly never sit still.
ping pong match with the spatulas, kitchen island and a hard boiled egg.
Pls be careful he will rolling thunder that egg and pimp slap it so hard with the spatula it’ll damn near give you a concussion, not intentionally, but like protect your noggin. Wear a helmet.
For the remaining 5 minutes of baking time y’all just sit like kids in front of the oven and watching it rise like starved hyena’s observing it’s pray before demolishing it into sad particles of cocoa.
And lemme tell u, once the timer pings, that baking tray is free real estate for Noya. Half of your creation will be devoured before you can even put it on a plate and marvel at your handiwork. 
He kicked your ass at spatula ping pong btw I’m sorry sweaty but short kings stay winning.
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Oikawa:
Such a dramatic bitch like he got the whole she-bang going on.
Strapped with a pink apron, a whisk at his side and standing proudly with both hands on his hips.He is prepared like a greek gladiator going into battle.
You better believe he gonna make some snarky remarks and tease your method of doing things. 
“Ah-ah-ahhh (Y/N)-chan you’re doing it all wrong, let me show you how a PRO does it.”
Proceeds to drop entire bowl on his foot and yelp like a little girl in pain.
Well and truly embarrassed with himself, you put a band-aid on his toe and he piped down after that.
Shattered big toe and mixing bowl aside, actually a really good baker??
He is a PRO at decorating, y’all decided on cupcakes since its literally his forte to make them look aesthetic and pretty.
You almost don’t wanna eat them from how good they look.
jk almost
You take it in turns breaking bits off and placing pieces into each others mouth with a loud “aaaaaahhh!”
Places a piece in your mouth, leans forward and locks lips with you in a soft, passionate kiss before pulling away and uttering the words “It tastes even better coming from your mouth ;)”
hnnnNNGGGGGGggGg.
You both whine and bicker over who cleans up after.
“You cleaaannnnn!”
“no Toru YOU clean!”
“but I made the cupcakes look pretty :(”
“not as pretty as you <3″
He did the cleaning after that.
Like just stroke his ego with some compliments and he’s whipped with a smug grin on his face for the next 30 minutes.
You decide to save the rest and bring them to his next practise.
Literally on the verge of tears when he sees you beaming and holding the platter of treats, Kiyotani mauls half of them in a matter of seconds to which Oiks gets salty over LMAO.
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Hinata:
So excited oh my god he’s so precious please protect him I will CRY-
Has a little sunflower apron on and JBJKNDDDKDW IM SMILING JUST IMAGINING HIM FIDGETING IN EXCITEMENT OVER THE THOUGHT OF BAKING COOKIES.
Yes you decided on cookies bc he goes rabid for some choc chip biccies.
You have to guide him v carefully because of how easily confused and clumsy he is.
Cannot for the life of him crack the eggs without getting a quarter of the shell in the bowl so you have to do it instead.
Has a surprising amount of strength and forearm power bc holy shit boy can stir FAST.
Hums a little tune while he does it and bobs up and down with a wide grin on his face it’s so adorable, he has such a gentle singing voice I can’t-
Attempts different shapes with the batter when pouring it onto the tray but fails pretty miserably lol.
he tried ok???
Once they’re done he takes the tray out of the oven and since it was heavy, subconsciously propped it with his knee and nearly dropped the entire tray from the pain. (I’ve actually done this before when making chicken nuggets I do not advise being that brain dead)
Had to put some burn cream on the bbies knee :’((
When you decided to dig in, he handed you a cookie that looked like a crooked circle and said he tried to make that one a heart and insisted he feed it to you.
Blushed VERY hard at the moment of silence and intense eye contact while he fed it to you.
Nearly short circuited when his fingers brushed against your lips.
Moe moe x100000000000000000000000000000
You offer to do the cleaning after because he hurt himself and you didn’t wanna make him do any work, but he still offered to wipe the surfaces for you bc he’s an angel <333
literally just wanna marry him.
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hurricanery · 4 years ago
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If You Went Away - pt. 7
A/N: This is the last full chapter of If You Went Away. I might do a little epilogue that showcases a bit of a timelapse of the next few years- but this is it! This is the end! Thank you so much for all of the support while posting this story, it really means the world to me and it was so much fun to write, even though it was a lil dark here and there.
Other parts here: part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 // part 6
Please continue to send prompts for things you want to read in the future. I am already planning to post part 1 of something really fun in the next day or so! <3
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(present day)
“Can we run the potentials again, please?” Amelia’s voice permeates through the operating room, and her eyes shift to the side briefly, in time with her request.
“Motor and sensory signals look good, Dr. Shepherd.”
Amelia breathes a sigh, grateful that her surgical mask muffles it. She was usually so confident in her OR. She never faltered. Never led anyone onto her stress, if she could help it.
“There’s so much bone fragment here,” she mutters to herself, but also to the resident across from her. “This part of the vertebrae was totally crushed, we have to, we should make sure….wait!”
The resident completely stops what he’s doing, his retractors coming to a halt over the open spine they are currently operating on.
“Hold off,” Amelia stares below, eyes shifting as she racks her brain for ways to move forward.
After another moment, the impatient resident clears his throat. And Amelia glares up at him before she speaks.
“Can we page ortho?” She decides, but then determines she wants to be more specific. “Er, actually, just page Dr. Lincoln directly, I mean.”
“On it, Dr. Shepherd.”
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Having Link across from her during surgery immediately eases some of the stress. He moves with a hopeful confidence that influences her own, and moves with her almost flawlessly.
Along with the sense of ease Amelia feels, the ease that she associates with Link’s surgical process, other feelings start to rise. And she tries to suppress them. The personal feelings. The sudden pulse-quickening feelings. The realization that she’d woken up next to him this morning and didn’t feel totally suffocated by what that meant. His eyes meet hers over the operating table briefly and Amelia is instantly transported back to this morning.
She’d woken up before her alarm. Which seemed strange. She’d anticipated a harsh and unwanted interruption to her sleep, especially after a stressful weekend at Link’s parents’ wedding. She laid awake in bed and let the weekend sink in. The way that night had ended. And Link’s sleepy statements.
She rolled over to face him, and then unashamedly watched the morning light hit his face as he snored softly. She even smiled to herself. Until her quiet moment was suddenly interrupted by the iPhone alarm blaring next to her.
She gathered herself quickly. Dropped the smile. Let her face fall. As Link’s eyes adjusted to hers.
The same eyes that now hold her gaze in the OR.
“This is the part that’s tough,” she composes herself quickly, eyes focused. “See how it’s crushed right here-”
“Yeah, alright. Let me get in there. See what I can do,” he offers, and he watches how Amelia’s eyes widen in warning. “I won’t let anything shift,” he adds, complete assurance evident in his voice.
Amelia nods. And Link goes to work. His hands just as careful as his tone.
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“Thanks for operating with me,” Amelia turns her head to the side, glancing at Link as they stand side by side, scrubbing out of surgery.
“Of course,” Link smiles, “Any chance to work on a spine? I’m all for it. Plus, I love seeing you operate.”
Amelia blushes, rolling her eyes in disbelief.
“No really,” he adds. “Neuro is so beyond me, Amelia. I don’t know how you do it.”
“Okay,” she steps away from the sink, her voice cracking a bit as she avoids the compliment. She clears her throat. “I’ll go pick up Scout? And head home? God, I’m so tired….I can’t wait to get home.”
She moves towards the door, but Link quickly follows after her, catching the door and slipping out into the hallway right behind her.
“Wait, Amelia.”
She turns around, glancing at him almost impatiently.
“I….might have asked Meredith to pick up Scout.”
“....And why would you do that?” Her eyebrows pull together, and a surprised laugh escapes her mouth.
“I wanted to take you to dinner….remember?”
Amelia swallows, her face falling as the realization hits. She thought he’d be the one not to remember this half-asleep proposition.
“Like….right now?” Her surprised expression turns more stunned.
“I, uh. Yeah, so….Meredith is picking up Scout. She has Bailey too. She’s going back to our place to watch them while we get dinner.”
Amelia blinks, taking in this information. “You….planned all this?”
“Yes.”
Amelia glances around the relatively empty hallway that they’re still standing right in the center of.
“I had back-to-back surgeries just now, I’m…” She shakes her head. “I kind of just wanted to go home.”
“Dinner and then home?” He lets himself sound hopeful.
“I don’t know….” she starts stepping back, away from him. Ready to turn around and resume her route to the attendings lounge. But then her stomach growls, loudly, just as Link steps into pace with her. Giving her away completely. And Link smiles. Hugely.
“You can’t tell me you’re not hungry now.”
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They haven’t been to Angelini’s in over a year. It feels foreign to be sitting across from each other in the dimly-lit Italian restaurant.
But it is their favorite spot. And Amelia is hungry. So she swallows her fears and decides to let the evening play out however it will.
“I have to say…” Link starts the conversation in a playful manner. “I was pretty nervous before this, so, thanks so much for meeting me.”
“Meeting you?” Amelia stifles a laugh. “You drove me here.”
“This is a first date, remember?” Link hangs his head low, and leans forward, his muttering tone reflects the act he’s putting on. “Just play along.”
Amelia frowns, and then the waiter approaches to get their order. They order their usual. Which is always two different pastas to share, salad, and endless bread. When the waiter steps away, the conversation picks back up.
“I said I wanted to start over, right? So think of this like a first date.”
“Wow,” Amelia sighs, stifling another surprised laugh. “You really meant it.”
“I did.”
His tone is more serious now and Amelia gazes at him, deciding whether or not she’s up for this. Her next words surprise her.
“I haven’t been on a first date in ages, so. You’ll have to remind me how this goes.”
Link’s eyes light up, and he breaks out into a soft grin. The waiter approaches with their basket of bread and a couple of small salads get placed in front of them. They express their ‘thank yous’ and then turn back to each other.
“Okay, so. First date questions, right?” Link offers.
“I think we already know the basics,” Amelia grins, biting her lip, trying to think of anything she doesn’t already know about the father of her child.
“There’s always more to learn….” He trails off, thinking. “Okay new game!” He exclaims rather loudly. And Amelia almost chokes on her sparkling water before she sets it back down. “Let’s play 20 questions! I think I can come up with 20 things I don’t already know about you….or, more like, things I want more detail on.”
Amelia raises her eyebrows at this, reaching for a piece of bread as means of deflecting.
“I didn’t hear a ‘no,’ so,” Link watches her as she bites into the bread. “I’ll ask first.”
She’s feeling that pulse-racing again. Along with the thump in her heart. And she doesn’t know where it comes from.
“What’s your favorite color?”
And then her heart rate slows a bit. Relieved at the question. Because this was going to be easy, if this was the route the questions were going to take.
“You don’t know my favorite color?” She questions back.
“I could guess, but no, I don’t think I know for sure.”
She stares back at him for a moment, his bright-eyed gaze holding hers. The candle on the table flickers between them, highlighting the gentleness of his blue orbs.
“Blue,” she mutters, immediately looking down at her salad.
And Link watches her drop her similarly captivating stare. “Mine too,” he admits, then goes in for a bite of salad.
Amelia clears her throat. It was her turn for a question.
“Do you wish you had siblings?”
Link swallows his food, nodding. “I did….when I was a kid. I wished every day that I had siblings. Now? Not so much.”
Amelia nods solemnly, as her own disdain about adult siblings comes to mind.
“Dream vacation?” The questions are coming faster now.
“Paris,” she shrugs, but then glances around the restaurant. “Or anywhere in Italy. Favorite movie?”
“Batman.”
“I knew that, actually,” she laughs, genuinely enjoying herself.
Link nods, thinking of his next question as Amelia finishes up her salad.
“Biggest fear?”
Amelia’s eyes widen, and once again she finds it hard to swallow her food without struggling a bit.
“We’re getting that deep already?” She mutters. “On the first date?”
Link just nods, raising his eyebrows at her.
“Are we allowed to….skip questions?”
Link’s eyes narrow at this. But he decides to lighten up a bit. “Fine, you get one skip,” he agrees.
“Thank you,” she mumbles, moving onto her own question. “Dream job? Besides your current one?”
“Dream job besides head of ortho at Grey Sloan….?” He verifies the question.
She nods.
“I don’t know….I already have both of my dream jobs. I love the ortho department here….and I love the work I’ve done with the Mariners. I don’t have another dream job. These jobs….are the dream,” he shrugs.
Amelia sucks in a breath, setting down her fork and biting the inside of her cheek.
“Okay, my turn again….” Link continues, not catching on to Amelia’s reaction to his answer. “What’s your-”
“What are we going to do? When the Mariners want to renew your contract this season?” Amelia interrupts Link’s question with one of her own.
Link frowns, putting down his own fork and clasping his hands together. “Is that….your question for the game? We’re switching turns now?”
Amelia just stares at him.
“Do I get to skip a question, too? Or?”
She shakes her head slowly.
“Alright…” He mutters. “I think….we’ll worry about that when it happens. That’s really all I can answer for now.”
And now she nods.
“Do I get a turn now?” Link questions, uncertain of the rules now.
Amelia offers another hesitant nod.
“How will you feel….if I get offered another contract?”
Amelia reaches for her drink and takes a sip, actively prolonging her answer.
“You don’t get another skip,” he adds.
She sets her glass back down. “I know. And my answer is….we’ll worry about that when it happens….” she smirks, repeating his words from a moment ago.
“That’s not-”
“Hey,” she interrupts. “That’s my answer! And I’ll let you have another turn, since I stole yours.”
Link shakes his head, grinning.
“Deal,” his smile grows wider, and he wiggles his eyebrows up and down a bit. “What’s your favorite thing about me?”
Amelia rolls her eyes, trying to suppress her urge to smile back at him. “My favorite thing about you….” She trails off, her eyes zoning in on another area of the restaurant. “My favorite thing about you, is the fact that you brought me here….because I think that’s our waiter heading this way with the pasta, and I simply could not be more excited for that….”
Link huffs out a laugh, watching as Amelia’s eyes follow the path their dinner makes to the table.
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They get home about an hour and a half later. Their arrival coincidentally causes Scout and Bailey, who currently occupy the length of the couch, to stir from sleep. The muted TV provides a dim light to the living room, and they try to be as quiet as possible as they let the light guide them to the coat closet.
“Hello?” Scout’s tired voice pipes up from the couch, just as Amelia and Link make their presence known.
“Hey guys,” Link whispers as the boys begin to sit all the way up.
Meredith enters the living room then, too. “How was dinner?”
“You guys went to dinner?!” Scout looks between his parents curiously, a drowsy edge to his voice still.
Amelia laughs under her breath. And Link offers to take Scout to bed.
“And I'm going to head out,” Meredith states, as she watches Bailey practically succumb to sleep again on the couch.
“Thanks so much, Mer,” Amelia voices her gratitude, as Link helps Scout toward the stairs and Meredith leads Bailey to the door.
Amelia stands in the hallway, smiling to herself as the two pairs make their exits.
A moment later, Scout’s small voice can be heard from the top of the stairs.
“Mom looks happy,” he says simply. Sleepily, but simply. Like the observation should be obvious.
Amelia’s face quickly falls. Her smile is replaced with a look of shock, following her son’s perceptiveness. Meredith turns to her, from where she’s almost out the door, and raises her eyebrows at Amelia knowingly.
And before Meredith can say anything, Amelia is moving towards the door, ready to shut it behind her sister. “Goodnight, Meredith,” she says pointedly.
The next thing she hears is Meredith’s giggle from the porch outside. It mixes in with the sound of Link’s dumbfounded chuckle from the top of the stairs.
Amelia groans, deflecting the grin that wants to overcome her face.
She drops heavily onto the couch as she listens to the sound of Mer’s car pull away. Link descends the staircase a few minutes later. He takes in Amelia’s relaxed position against the cushions and collapses down next to her.
“He fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow,” Link laughs.
And Amelia hums appreciatively, turning to him. “Thank you for dinner tonight,” she mumbles. “I’m glad you planned it.”
“Of course,” he responds wholeheartedly.
A brief silence falls between them, and Link thinks they could almost fall asleep right there, with the post Italian food coma threatening to overcome them both.
He shifts a little bit, leaning closer to Amelia on the couch. And she opens one eye, peering at him curiously.
“I know this is a long shot,” there’s a slight seriousness to his words. “First date and all…” he trails off, and Amelia now opens both eyes, becoming fully focused on whatever he’s about to say.
“What’s your stance on sharing a bed on the first date?”
And then the mocking tone finally registers for her, and she fails to suppress her giggle. She reaches over and smacks him on the shoulder playfully.
“You’re too much,” she rolls her eyes.
“I know,” Link chuckles, standing up from the couch. He reaches a hand out to Amelia, offering to pull her up from her position on the couch. “But let’s go to bed.”
Amelia stares up at him, biting down on her smirk. She clasps her hand around his.
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(6 months later)
It feels like déjà vu. Like she’s lived through this situation before. An entire year after the previous summer, it’s like clockwork. The same situation once again.
Link huffs out a sigh as he grabs the last of the luggage, adding it to the pile in the front hallway.
“Where’s Scout?” Amelia mutters, entering the small space by the door.
“He’s upstairs, he’s almost ready.”
“Did he pack his new baseball mitt?”
“Yup, he’s got it,” Link offers a small smile.
And then their overly-excited, now 6-year-old, is running down the stairs, already dressed in his baseball uniform.
“Scout,” Amelia laughs, “You have to sit through a pretty long drive. You sure that’s what you want to be wearing? How about something more comfortable?”
Scout shakes his head profusely, barely able to stand still. “No, no! I don’t wanna change!”
Amelia sighs, reaching forward to ruffle his hair. Scout steps away from her touch, the additional year to his age consequently resulting in some impatience at her affections.
“Want to help me finish loading up the car, bud?” Link asks.
Scout nods enthusiastically, following his Dad outside.
The house is quiet now, and Amelia listens to the distant sounds of her son babbling excitedly outside. It feels so nostalgic. Like it’s happened before. Like déjà vu, a feeling rises in her chest as she listens to the car start up. She listens for their voices to get closer, and for their footsteps to clamber onto the porch. And then, moments later, Link re-enters the house with Scout trailing behind him.
“You all packed up?” Amelia asks Scout, a familiar edge to her voice.
“Yep!” Scout replies, his energy radiating in an almost contagious way.
“Okay, then. Guess it’s time to go,” Amelia states.
It’s familiar. But different.
“Where’s your suitcase, Mom?”
The same. But so, so different.
“I put it in the car, bud,” Link chimes in, eyes shifting to Amelia. “We ready?”
Amelia nods, glancing around the house to make sure everything is set. Set for Link and Scout to be gone for the summer. And set for Amelia to be gone, too. Because she was going, this time. Travelling to the away games every other weekend. This weekend being the first of many.
They lock up the house and climb into the car. Link drives as Amelia sits passenger side. Scout can be heard from the back seat, chatting eagerly about the games he’s looking forward to the most.
Amelia smiles to herself, glancing out the window as she listens to Scout. She feels a hand come to rest on her knee and she turns to Link, her smile growing wider as she takes in his expression.
“Thank you,” he whispers, squeezing her knee, eyes shifting back to the road. He eventually removes his hand, so that both of his palms can occupy the steering wheel again as they continue to the airport.
“Link,” Amelia matches his whisper. She keeps her eyes on him. Watching him as he watches the road. “We always fight for our dreams, right?”
Some sort of emotion waves across his features. And Amelia notices the way he tries to blink away the sudden glassiness in his eyes. She can’t quite place the reaction he’s having. But then he looks at her again, briefly. And all Amelia can see is loving.
//
Another A/N: thank u thank u thank u for getting all the way here! means THE WORLD TO ME u don’t even know. Hopefully this story came full circle enough <3 I loved writing it sm!
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whumpinggrounds · 4 years ago
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Febuwhump Day 28: “You Have To Let Me Go”
jumping ahead a bit in the timeline but only a very tiny bit - pretty much lays out where i am goin with the rest of this business :)
i did 27/28 days of this! which is super cool but also a lil sad b/c c’monnn i couldn’t just finish??? o well. will maybe take a break for a few days but also....maybe not. maybe i will just keep posting all the goddamn time and everyone will have to deal with that. much to think about
anyway - tagging @shapeshiftersandfire and @killtheprotagonist !
CW: lady whump, pet whump, angst, blood mention v briefly, aftermath of conditioning, i think that’s it??
“So, hey, what do you want for dinner?” Mara calls it over her shoulder, peering into the fridge and trying to decide what she can make out of leftovers and three eggs. There’s boxed mac n cheese in the pantry, and microwave burritos in the freezer, but she really needs to get to the grocery store so they can eat something that hasn’t been processed by six different machines. “We don’t have much here, so maybe we could order dinner tonight and cook tomorrow?”
Behind her, Jude-not-Jude’s voice is quiet and completely unobtrusive. “I would be happy with whatever you would like.”
Biting her lip, Mara shuts the fridge, turns to rifle through the pantry. She reminds herself to stay patient. She takes a deep breath and makes her voice come out upbeat again. “I know you love that chicken soup that my dad showed us how to make. I don’t have the broth, but I was thinking we could have that tomorrow and tonight get like, pizza or something.”
“If that’s what you want, it sounds lovely, thank you.”
The handlers train them to modulate their voices that way, soft and quiet and perfectly pleasant. God, how Mara wishes that Jude-not-Jude would crack a sarcastic joke, or forget to respond because she got distracted, or argue with Mara because she doesn’t want pizza, she wants ramen and no, soup two nights in a row is a great idea.
“Do, um, do you think you’ll want corn in it, because my dad has started putting corn in, but you’ve never tried it that way, so I don’t know if you want, um…” The energy is draining out of Mara even as she talks. She can’t turn around to face Jude-not-Jude’s blank eyes. “I don’t know if you want it the way we used to have it.” Please, for the love of God, say something, anything, as long as it’s real. Please, be a person. Just for a minute, try to be a person.
“Whatever you want will make me perfectly happy.”
Taking a deep, shuddery breath, Mara turns to face Jude-not-Jude’s deferentially lowered eyes. The other woman is standing near the counter, lingering next to Mara the way she’s been taught, in case her owner needs something. The hovering makes Mara want to shove her. She longs to turn around just once and find Jude-not-Jude sprawled on the couch, utterly oblivious to what Mara’s doing, but that’s not something that can happen anymore. Another deep breath, and Mara tries again.
“I’m asking you what you want, babe,” she reminds Jude-not-Jude, almost pleading with her. If Jude-not-Jude would just listen – would just try to understand – would just try. “I-you love this soup, I promise, my dad taught us one weekend when I brought you home to meet my parents, and maybe if you try it – if you just try-”
Mara doesn’t realize she’s clenching her fists until she feels the wetness on her palms where her fingernails dig into her skin. She doesn’t know if she’s sad or angry, she just knows she’s losing grip on whatever storm is boiling in her chest. She shuts her eyes, fighting to control herself, and when she opens them again, Jude-not-Jude is standing in front of her, in the narrow aisle between the counter and the fridge, and she reaches out for Mara, eyes nervous but soft in a way that can’t be just training, it can’t be. She won’t close the distance without an order, but Mara takes two steps and almost knocks Jude-not-Jude backwards with the force of her embrace.
“I’m sorry,” Jude-not-Jude murmurs into Mara’s hair, sounding truly upset. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, M-Mara.”
It’s been long enough that she only stumbles a little over Mara’s first name, but even that feels like a knife in Mara’s gut. You should be sorry! It’s an unfair, desperate wail that stays in Mara’s head. You left me, you left, Jude, you left. For minutes, Mara just stands there and shakes with all the impotent emotion in her, clinging to Jude-not-Jude as if that will help, as if it will change things, as if it will mean something.
When she finally pulls back, Mara knows her face is red and blotchy, jaw tight, but Jude-not-Jude still looks at her as though she’s everything. The adoration in her eyes makes Mara smile, just a little, at her sweetness. “I’m sorry,” Jude-not-Jude says again, and Mara shakes her head.
“It’s, um, it’s all right,” she assures her girl, voice still thick and strange. They’ve had this conversation before, when Mara first tried to take the collar, and the girl hyperventilated and cried and begged until Mara couldn’t fight her anymore. At least, this time, Jude-not-Jude isn’t crying. Mara takes a deep breath, draws on her patience. “It’s okay. I’m not...we’ll get there. Just a little more time, and, and-”
“Mara.” Jude-not-Jude’s voice is soft as always, but as firm as Mara’s ever heard it. That’s enough to earn her attention. When she looks at Jude-not-Jude, the other woman is biting her lip, clearly nervous but determined to get something out. She keeps darting nervous glances at Mara’s face, afraid to look into her eyes even though Mara has promised that’s what she wants. It takes her a few moments, a few big breaths. “I-I’m sorry, b-but…”
The silence hangs between them, unbearable. “But what?” Mara finally presses, forgetting herself in her impatience. “Jude?”
Jude-not-Jude winces, draws a deep breath, and shakes her head. “I…I know you miss…her. I know she was your…friend, Mara.” Her voice is so soft it’s hard to hear. “But I’m…not…Jude.”
Swallowing hard, Mara shakes her head. Jude-not-Jude looks pained, miserable, but if Mara can just make her understand, it’ll all be okay. It’ll start to be okay again. Mara holds the girl’s shoulders, puts real conviction in her voice. “No – no look, I know you don’t remember but you, you were her. I mean, you are her, and if we give it time and get you some help, you can-”
“N-n-no.” Jude-not-Jude’s voice is slipping from her usual perfect calm into something a little more ragged, a little more desperate. “No, Mara. Maybe I was…maybe I was someone before, but I can’t…” She swallows hard, looks at Mara with searching eyes. “I’m…I’m not h-her. I can’t be her.”
“Jude…”
“No.” Jude-not-Jude flinches at the sound of the name, and Mara releases her shoulders, grimacing at the misery in the Box Babe’s voice. “P-please I…I can’t be her. I don’t know how. I can’t. P-please just give me a name and, and I’ll be yours. I’ll be your Box Babe. They trained me really well.” She sounds hopeful, looks hopeful, looks up at Mara with big green eyes so Mara has to turn away. “I want to be good for you. I can be good for you if, if you tell me what to do. I promise I’ll be good. I just can’t…I can’t be…I can’t be a person. I’m not. I can’t.”
By the end of this speech Jude-not-Jude is pleading with her, chest heaving, green eyes shining with unshed tears. It makes Mara want to wail, slam her hands over her ears, shake Jude-not-Jude until her teeth rattle. Mara thinks she’ll do anything just to drown out the words, but, carving her nails into her palms, she forces herself to listen, to look, to see the pain her girl is in. Everything in Mara tells her to fight, to argue, to not take no for an answer. But Jude-not-Jude looks so lost and so scared and maybe…maybe it’s not fair to her, trying to guide her back to her old life. Maybe the only way forward is for her and Mara to find some kind of new life.
It hurts. It hurts so goddamn much, the idea of letting go of Jude. The thought of it takes Mara’s breath away. “I want you back,” Mara tries, one last time, softly, almost pleading. “I miss you so much.”
“I know.” Jude-not-Jude looks at her, that nervous look she gets when she doesn’t want to ask for something. Her arms are held stiffly at her sides and Mara knows what she wants, so she reaches for her, and Jude-not-Jude all but collapses into her arms. Mara thinks she feels Jude-not-Jude let out a sigh. Her soft careful voice comes out muffled as she buries her face in Mara’s neck. “You…you have to let her go. You have to let…me…go.”
For a minute or so Mara just stands there. She holds onto Jude-not-Jude and fixes her eyes on the ceiling and tries to breathe as the thought of it hits her over and over again. Jude is gone. Jude is gone. Jude is gone, and she’s not coming back, and you need to let her go.
When she pulls back, she looks at her – at Jude-not-Jude. She really truly looks at this Box Babe she’s brought home. She has Jude’s eyes, and Jude’s dimple, and her grin, but…she’s not Jude. That daring way she lifted her eyebrows, the mischievous sparkle in her eyes when she grinned, the light that used to shine behind her every movement…it’s gone. Some essential, ineffable part of Jude is just gone. It’s replaced by blank willingness, drilled-in sweetness, the thick black leather band of a collar around her throat.
For both of their sakes, Mara needs to adjust her expectations.
“Okay,” Mara says finally, wrung-out, eyes stinging, exhausted. Jude-not-Jude – and fuck, Mara will have to find another name for her – pulls back just far enough to look at Mara with her big believing green eyes, and Mara nods, barely trusting herself to speak. “Okay.”
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