#without warning. all the time. the quality of the sound was horrible so it was hard to understand her. on top of that she had a very thick

[lemonlover1110]

𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

Zayne

Pairing: Zayne x f!Reader

Summary: Parenthood has flipped your life upside down. Luckily, there's a small timeframe in the morning when you can appreciate your husband.

Warnings: Minors do not interact! Fluff, DILF!Zayne, Smut, Shower Sex, Oral Sex (m. receiving), Vaginal Sex, Breeding Kink, Praising, Creampie

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The absolute silence in the early hours of the morning. Pure bliss. The only time of the day when you don’t have a child screaming in your ear, or tugging at your pants for attention. Zayne’s arm is thrown over you, and while neither of you can sleep, you don’t want to get up in fear of getting the day started.

Oh, you love the two little rascals with all your might, but you tend to miss the quality time with your husband. It’s in that small time frame where you get to talk to each other, and remind each other that before everything, it was you just two. Your union made a family.

“It’s really early.” You comment, your eyes landing on the clock and seeing that it’s five in the morning. But you can’t close your eyes again. Your body is full of energy and ready to start the day, even if the sun isn’t out yet.

“I can’t fall back asleep.” Zayne responds, bringing you closer to him. Your eyes look into his own before you bring your lips to kiss the tip of his nose. You attempt to get up, but his strong arm keeps you down. “Let’s stay like this for a little longer.”

“I have to get started on breakfast. Before Jasmine and Aspen wake up.” You tell him, your hand going to his cheek to caress his soft skin. He gives into your touch, nearly purring as if he were a cat.

“We have time. A lot of time.” He answers, and you chuckle at his words. You end up standing up, and going to the bathroom. Sure, it might seem like you have a lot of time but if you’re still in bed when they wake up then your day is off to a bad start.

“I can get breakfast started, you can stay in bed.” Zayne offers as he watches you brush your teeth from the bed. It’s his day off, the least he can do is help you out. You try to tell him it’s okay through a mouthful of toothpaste, words that aren’t comprehensible but he knows you well enough to understand. A yawn escapes his lips. “Are you sure? You know I’m great with pancakes.”

You rinse your mouth before answering this time, “Jasmine doesn’t like pancakes anymore, but if you really want to help, I’m sure Aspen won’t throw them out.”

“I’ll get on it then.” Zayne responds, your eyes landing on him at the wrong moment. Damn you and your timing. He’s taking his shirt off before walking over to the bathroom. Zayne likes to start his days with a shower– And of course you’ve forgotten and committed the grave mistake of looking.

Zayne’s body has changed. His figure has become slightly softer since becoming a father has reduced his time to work out. The man can barely take a breath without a child screaming, he has no time to go to the gym.

It’s horrible. You hate Zayne’s new body. You absolutely can’t look at him. The moment your eyes land on him you have to tear your eyes away because you just want to jump on him. You can’t look at Zayne’s body without wanting to fuck him. You’re attracted to him now more than ever, and you don’t have the stupid time to do anything.

“My shower won’t take too long.” He walks past you as if you were thinking about the shower. The last thing in your mind is him getting clean.

“Okay.” You try to keep your eyes on the mirror. If you don’t look, the thoughts will go away and you can get the day started. Except your eyes fall on him in the mirror, watching as he gets completely naked. “Damn you.”

“Huh? Did you say something?” Zayne looks back at you, and you shake your head. You try to ignore the dirty thoughts in your head, knowing that you have to get the day started. 

“Do you want me to make you something special for breakfast?” He asks, raising his voice so it’s not drowned out by the sound of water. Truth be told, you’re not hungry for food. 

“I’m okay, honey. I’m not hungry!” You respond, and you prepare yourself for the scolding that is sure to follow. 

“You have to eat something. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day–” He begins, and your mind zones out, eyes going to the mirror again. You watch him in the shower, the glass door that separates you two slowly fogging up. 

The kids are asleep, and it shouldn’t take too long… What’s the point in holding back? Tonight you’ll be too tired, and you’ll be occupied during the day. The early mornings are for you. 

Zayne keeps talking as you get undressed. You’re as quiet as possible as you step towards the shower, until you finally step into the shower. You hug him from behind, nearly scaring him half to death.

“I see why you suddenly went quiet.” He comments as your hands slowly move down his torso. He definitely doesn’t mind the silence though. 

“We have a bit of time to kill.” You press a gentle kiss on his shoulder as your hand wraps around his cock. You don’t have to see him to know there’s a smile on his lips.

“After you refused to stay in bed? We could’ve just started there.” He argues, but you’re not going to argue. You know he’s right either way, you just had a change of heart. 

“We can stop if you don’t–” You begin as your hand glides on his cock. He’s definitely not going to change his mind now.

“I just made an observation.” He unintentionally cuts you off, and you chuckle. You twist your wrist as your hand moves up and down his length. His breath gets heavy, body getting warmer than it already is. This is one hell of a way to get his blood circulation going.

You let go of him, getting in front of him and gently pushing him against the shower wall. Your hands cup his face, lips landing on his in a hungry kiss. He kisses you with the same intensity, clearly as touch deprived as you are.

Zayne ends up pulling away, lips kissing down your wet neck until they reach your breasts. He licks down your breasts before needy lips wrap around your nipple and sucking. It’s a shame that nothing comes out compared to previous times, but that’s always an issue he can fix– He’s not doing it for his pleasure either way. His eyes look up at you as you bite down your lip.

He unlatches, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your tit. He kisses you again, but this time it’s cut short as you get on your knees. You lick your lips as your gaze lands on what you want for breakfast.

“Don’t be too loud, okay?” You tease him as you begin to pump his cock. The man who is always in control suddenly loses his composure when it comes to you; it’s truly an honor.

Your tongue circles the tip of his dick, eyes looking up at him to watch his every reaction. You could smile with how a single move from him can make him lose all sense. He’s softly moaning as your mouth wraps around his cock. Your cheeks hollow and you begin to bob your head, taking in all that you can without a struggle.

“Good girl.” He manages you to praise you as you please him. Your hands are twisting around the base of his cock. He’s moaning your name as you set the perfect pace. 

You take his cock out of your mouth, tongue running down his length before your mouth sucks on his balls. Your hand strokes his cock while your mouth focuses on his balls. You’re driving him insane and his day just started.

His breathing gets heavier as he bites down his lip to not be too loud. As if the shower didn’t drown out his voice. Your mouth wraps around his cock again, taking every inch of him in your mouth, gagging. Tears well up in your eyes, but it’s all worth it when you look up and see his face contort with pleasure.

His hand goes to the back of your head, pushing your head against him. Saliva runs down your chin, tears streaming down your face. But it’s all worth it with how Zayne sounds. He’s praising you, “Good job. You’re doing so good.”

Until he finally lets you go, and you gasp for air. You get off your knees, hands going to the back of his head and pulling him into a kiss. His tongue enters your mouth while his hands run down your back. He’s taking small steps, making you move backwards until your back is pressed against the glass door. 

“Fuck me.” You breathlessly tell him, pulling away from the kiss. Zayne doesn’t waste a second, nose nuzzling into your neck while he runs the tip of his cock through your folds. He slowly pushes himself inside of you, a whimper leaving his lips as he feels you around him.

A breathless moan leaves your lips as he fills you up, nails digging into the soft flesh of his back. He gives you a second before he begins to slowly thrust in and out of you. You shut your eyes as you moan his name, his dick hitting every right spot. 

“You feel so good, baby. You’re so perfect around me.” He whispers in your ear, hands going down to play with your clit. You’re moaning his name, pleasure consuming you as Zayne does everything right. The man knows your body better than you do, and it makes your situation all that harder. You think about him all day and all night when you can’t have him.

“Zayne–” You moan, his free hand going over your mouth to muffle your moans.

“You can’t be too loud, honey.” He reminds you, scared that a loud noise will incite a cry from the room over. He’s not going to let go until you can affirm that you can be quiet. “Will you be quiet, baby?”

“Hmmm.” You hum, nodding in response but you’re not sure if you can keep the word. Zayne’s thrusts are picking up speed, your back arching as you feel your orgasm approaching. Zayne finally lets go of your mouth, your teeth digging into the skin of his shoulders and biting down. 

You’re squeezing around him, earning a groan from him. You’re biting down hard, surely to leave a mark, but it’s no issue for him. No one is going to see it. The pain mixes in with pleasure, slowly making him lose control.

“Good job. You’re doing so good.” He praises you as your orgasm approaches. He’s supporting you, helping you keep your balance as your knees begin to get weak. “I’ve got you.”

You see white, your climax washing over you as Zayne completely loses control. His thrusts become sloppy, so close to finally finishing. His cheek rubs against your head, moaning your name over and over again. 

“I’m gonna come inside you, okay?” He asks, and you hum in response. The answer is always yes, but he always asks. “I’m gonna knock you up.”

“Zayne.” You feebly moan. Your lips land on his again, sloppily kissing him. You’re scratching his back, making a complete mess out of him.

“Do you want to have my baby again? Do you want me to get you pregnant?” Zayne whispers into your ear, and you could yell yes. Your sex brain is talking for you, making you chant yes over and over again.

Until Zayne’s warm cum finally fills you up. He groans, giving more gentle thrusts until he finally comes to a stop, pulling out.

He holds on to you, helping you maintain your balance. You’re quietly staring at each other, stealing a few kisses until Zayne hears that yell. The yell that makes his sex talk remain as sex talk. He chuckles, kissing your temple before saying, “I’ll get her. You can clean up.”

“Thank you.” You peck his lips before he exits the shower. He quickly gets dressed and walks out of the room to get her. 

“Good morning, Jasmine.” He turns on the light of her room, watching as his sixteen-month-old stands up and cries in her crib.

“Papa!” She yells at the sight of the man, and a subtle smile comes to his lips. She takes a lot of time and attention, but it’s worth it. He picks her up, kissing the top of her head.

“What do you want for breakfast? Your mom said you don’t like pancakes anymore.” He asks even when he knows her vocabulary isn’t quite there yet. But if he doesn’t teach her then who will? “Let’s get you cleaned up first.”

“Daddy.” Zayne’s ears perk up as he hears a different childish voice behind him. He turns around to see his son, holding his teddy bear and rubbing his tired eyes.

“Good morning, Aspen. Did Jasmine wake you up?” Zayne asks, making Aspen nod in response. Aspen walks over to Zayne, wrapping his tiny arms around his father. Zayne pats the child’s back, unable to return the hug since his hands are busy.

“I’m hungry.” The child says, and Zayne ruffles his hair.

“I’ll be making pancakes soon. Can you hold on for a bit?” Zayne watches as Aspen lets go and walks to play with Jasmine’s toys. At least he’s easy to handle– Now the little girl who begins to dig her tiny nails into his cheek is something else. 

“Be gentle, Jasmine.” He takes her hands off his cheeks, making a cry come from her. He could laugh, but he already knows that today is going to be long. 

The day has officially started.

[crepezinhos]

Anatomy Practices

POV: While walking around the cafeteria in search of a table to sit and eat your lunch, a man unexpectedly rose from his seat and bumped into you with great force, all his worksheets skyrocketing out of his binder and gliding in the air. You decided to help the man out and knelt down to grab some of his fallen sheets, but it was inevitable to ignore how the woman he repeatedly drew over and over in all the sheets resembled you.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is a Yandere, Suggestive SFW Oneshot

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Contains: Obsessive, disgusting and creepy behavior, stalking, invasion of privacy and implications of masturbation.

— Artist!Sunday x Artist!Reader

— AU is: Modern College

The Cafeteria during second lunch was when it was most chaotic. Having students coming in and going out of it at the same time made its paths extremely trafficked and unorganized, especially in the lines for food.

Knowing how much effort and time it takes to set yourself in a table, you preferred to bring your own homemade lunch and avoid the waste of time in the line for food, especially when you considered its mediocre quality compared to your food. But even with this gimmick of yours, you’ve still lost almost 5 minutes walking around in search of a isolated table where the concentration of sound and people wasn’t so dense and deafening.

When you finally found yourself walking between halls and tables that weren’t too crowded, you sighed in relief. Finally having your arms and backpack free of random bumps felt amazing. It felt even greater to know you didn’t have a tray in your hands that ran the risk of turning everything on top of it around if you bumped too hard on some—

POW!

Unexpectedly, the man that was sat in one of the tables you were passing through got up from his seat and immediately rushed in the contrary way, resulting in a hard bump between you two.

Although neither of you were impacted enough to fall in the floor, the same couldn’t be said for the binder the man held in his hands and the glasses in his eyes, that immediately slammed into the floor with its many papers inside it brutally flying away from it. You weren’t exactly bothered with it since nothing happened to you, but the man was immediately bothered with it as soon as he realized all his stuff fell so horribly on the floor.

“Shit!” He cussed while kneeling down in the floor with a worried expression, beginning to pick up those sheets.

Leaving him alone picking it up would be the optimal option for you, but also extremely rude. The both of you had places to be and you assumed he was heading to class seeing how he was leaving a tray with half-eaten food in the table and carrying his materials in his hands, which was more important than your lunch according to your sense of empathy. So you knelt down after he did more slowly, looking forward to speed up both your routines.

“I-I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t realize lunch was over and I’m late to class!” He refused to look up to you while he tried to reorganize his papers, even if he was without his glasses, so you couldn’t quite recognize who you bumped with… but you were pretty sure of who he was thanks to his flapping cranial wings.

Sunday Oak.

“No, no! It’s ok!” You started reaching down for his papers too, especially the ones that had slid behind you.

You grabbed a group of 3 sheets that luckily remained together and turned upside down even after the fall, and due to pure curiosity, you decided to take a quick peek at them. After all, you knew exactly how Sunday Oak did his art and it provoked your curiosity. He’s a weird nerdy guy that lives a few apartments away from you and shares two art classes with you. You were always a bit annoyed at him because of how he always outshone everyone else’s artwork and set high standard for the teachers, but you had nothing personal against him, and truthfully, you had a lot of respect and admiration for his art. It was sensible, humane, emotional and beautifully rendered, and Sunday himself was a very respectable man. Even if you weren’t a professional yet, you could proudly say he was a genius in ascension.

Unfortunately, your relationship with him does not go any further than that. You’d see and interact with him daily, and although he seemed to enjoy these little moments, he always seemed to avoid you at the same time. You never understood why and maybe there was nothing to understand, but you still wanted to use this opportunity to try getting to know more of him.

So you finally took a look at the papers you picked.

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Oh?

What the…

You couldn’t exactly say you were surprised to learn that Sunday Oak had a like in drawing NSFW. He has the maturity for it. But you were surprised at one thing.

The paper you were staring at was covered with multiple doodles of a single naked woman either posing or being fucked by something… a woman that looked exactly like you.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t analyze it too much because the papers were suddenly latched away from your hands, accompanied by a scared gasp before the act.

“M-Ms. Y/N..?!” Sunday was looking at you even more nervous now, as if he had finally realized who he bumped with. “I-I’m sorry f-for cussing a-and not talking to you, I didn’t see it was you! A-A-And you don’t really need to help me with these! I-It’s ok! It’s my business! Y-You can go!” He clutched those papers against his chest as if it was his own heart.

“No, no, no! Please, allow me to help you!” You couldn’t help but pause to giggle at his extreme anxiety. “You must know how much I like your works anyway, so it’s an honor for me to help you out.” You winked at him, and his eyes simply widened even more along with his cheeks growing a pink tone.

“You… what?” His voice was barely above a whisper as he tried to process what you said.

“I… really like your works.” You repeated with no hint of embarrassment, although the man now looked like he had fully frozen.

“Y-You do..?” He asked again, still not blinking once and his wings clinging closer to his face.

“Yeah!” You shrugged your shoulders while leaning down again to go back at picking up the fallen papers, but Sunday did not go back to the work for a few seconds.

“O-Oh… Thank you.” Finally he went back to collecting his papers again, but in a way slower pace as yours. You could even feel his eyes peeking at you every now and then, but you decided to ignore them.

Instead, you tried focusing more on what you were picking. Assuming he was flattered with what you said, you thought it was okay to keep looking at his doodles, but when he finally realized you were still peeking at them before giving it back to him, he finally broke the silence between you two again.

“I-I… Uhh… You’re not exactly supposed to be looking at these works, Ms. Y/N. They’re very personal.” His cranial wings worked together to cover his mouth as he took another group of sheets you had grabbed for him, quickly censoring the artwork stamped on it from you.

“I’m sorry… I just really find it interesting how this woman you like to draw really looks like me.” You explained your reasoning to him honestly, but seeing how embarrassed he was when you pointed that out, it immediately hit you that you should definitely take your words back. “Don’t me get me wrong, I really like these! I think you draw the female body beautifully! There’s no need to be ashamed of it! Or at least with me! And we all draw a few naked people here and there every now and then anyway…” You shrugged your shoulders lightly, although you were also starting to feel a little embarrassed too.

“Oh, uh…” Sunday looked down, deciding to fix the position of his glasses for no apparent reason. “T-Thank you… again.” He smiled, but it was surprisingly eerie, as if there was something else making him happy. “A-And… uhhh… I-It’s not you.” He whispered very lowly, head leaning down even further while his wings covered half of his eyes now, avoiding any eye contact with you.

“What did you say?” You leaned a little closer to him, but he only repelled your proximity.

“I-It’s not… you…” He said with little to zero confidence in your perspective, but maybe he was just having a hard time talking about something so personal.

“Oh!” You paused to think about what he said since you didn’t catch it at first. “Well, then, is it an OC?” You tried acting a bit more curious and excited about his work to make the conversation less awkward.

“Uh… yeah! An OC. It’s just an OC.” You could hear him whisper that phrase a few other times but you decided to ignore it. “S-Sorry if it bothers you that she’s… uhh… very similar to you…” His hands involuntarily started clutching on the piled sheets.

“That’s ok! As long as she isn’t an OC for some sort of porn movie, I’m ok with it!” You laughed at your own pun, and he decided to laugh along too, but you could sense how untruthful it was.

“N-No… it’s just… uhhhh… anatomy practices.” Sunday decided to start moving again and collecting those sheets before he had a heart attack in front of you.

“Cool! You’re great at it! I think I could fit to be your muse for her if you’d like.” You winked at him with a little smirk, obviously punning with him, but the way his wings spread when you said that and the way he looked at you told you he didn’t sense the irony.

“M-My… muse..?” His eyes shone brightly as he looked up to you, his body almost entirely stiffened again.

“Pffffttt… no! I’m just messing with ya!” You gently punched his shoulder, which immediately made Sunday wake up to reality and fix his glasses again.

“O-Oh… Sorry.” His wings quickly curled back to his face again and he went back to his mission.

You decided to follow his actions and go back to helping him out, but your attention was surprisingly caught by another detail in his artwork and you were too curious to let it go. When you grabbed a group of two pages, for some reason they glued to each other. It didn’t have any hint of glue or tape on it, so you decided to investigate.

“How old are these pages, anyway? These are the crunchiest pages I’ve ever seen!” You giggled as you forced those pages away from each other, a gluey noise following their separation. “Some of them even have stains…” You said, running your fingers on top of a stained spot in one of the sketches, signaling there was once a pool of something on top of the naked woman he had drawn.

Sunday’s skin tone dropped to a pale tone again as you did so, more than he did before when he realized he was talking to you.

“Uhh… T-They’re very old indeed… A-Almost 3 years practicing the female anatomy…” He scratched the back of his neck, as nervous as a liar. “B-But it’s just water..! Sometimes incidents happen, don’t they..?!” He asked as he pointed to the stain you were touching, trying his best to achieve your validation.

“Yeah, of course! Stupid water… always ruining the most beautiful sketches…” You handed him the pages, and he quickly took them, taking a closer look at the stains and analyzing them, before shoving them down the pile he was making.

“Yeah… haha…” His laugh sounded more honest now, sighing in relief.

“But do you ever glue some pages together sometimes? This doesn’t look like water’s work…” You had to stop helping him out to separate a pair of pages again.

“Uhhh… y-yeah..? I-I… Sometimes I feel too embarrassed to acknowledge some of… uhhh… my sexier products, so I glue them together…” He shrugged his shoulders and finally started putting his feet in the floor to stand up again.

Your missions with him was done. All his sheets had been collected. All that he needed to do now was reorganize them and put them back to his binder, which was something you probably would not be able to help him with.

“Really? But these are beautiful! You shouldn’t do that to them!” You stood up again, following Sunday, and putting your hands on your hips confidently.

“Y-You think so..? T-Thank you…” Sunday hugged his binder tight, looking at you a little weird again.

“Yeah! Keep it up!” You nodded your head, but unfortunately it started to click you how much time you’ve used of your precious lunch break, so you quickly started to tidy up. “I’m sorry for distracting you, Sunday. You should rush to your class.” You scratched the back of your neck as you told him those rude words, trying to laugh it off.

“N-No.” He rose a hand to you, as if he was trying to stop you from walking away. “I should be the one apologizing. I was the one who bumped into you a-and so I’m the one that wasted your time.” But Sunday quickly put his hand back to his hinder in embarrassment, his cheeks growing a little pink again.

“It’s ok! No need to worry!” You shrugged your shoulders, your joyful smile coming back to your lips for a quick moment. “Anyway, see ya in Ms. Ruan Mei’s class!” Due to your need to eat, you didn’t give Sunday a to answer you and immediately walked past him, leaving him standing in the corridor.

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“See you.”

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She noticed me.

She noticed my art.

She likes my art.

My art of her.

Does she truthfully like it? Or is she just being the kind, joyful, optimistic woman she is? Her pure innocence made it seem fake for a moment, but somehow that’s just not I view it. It sounded real. It looked real. I want it to be real.

And she wants me to keep up. Is she sure she wants me to keep up with these? If she was aware that it was truly her or the things that I’ve done to get the references of those arts or even how abysmal my feelings are for her, would she still want me to keep it up?

After so many nights I’ve spent stalking her everywhere she went, whether it was inside or outside the campus, secretly taking pictures of every angle I could get of her in every sort of outfit she had, even when the outfit was nothing but her beautiful skin, and recreating it all with my pencil. After so many times I’ve snaked inside her apartment when she was out and got my hands on her material, clothes, products and even underwear simply to savor it with my hands, marking my territory on it.

How disgusted would she be to find out those stains in my arts were not water, and instead my own very essence? The product of the many times I couldn’t resist the temptation of my own work and messed it up with shameless masturbation? How badly would she regret to once have told me to keep up with this abnormal side of mine if she knew it?

A side that is so personal and sinful to me, that was never supposed to be seen by anyone but me, got complimented and touched by its own victim.

I could even feel it in my body when she touched those stains. Was she flirting with me? Did she figure I was lying all along and accepted it? Does she enjoy pathetic guys like me? With secret, disgusting and pathetic habits like this?

She really meant it when she said she wanted me to keep up, didn’t she? Don’t you worry, Y/N. I’ll keep it up. I want to do these just as much as you want it too.

I’ll draw you in every position imaginable.

I’ll draw you in every fantasy imaginable.

I might even start adding myself to these artworks.

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[flwrkid14]

Tim Drake Makes Horrible Life Decisions, and Gotham Suffers for It

So, picture this: you’re Damian Wayne. You’re in Gotham. You’re minding your own business, probably threatening someone, when suddenly—

Tim. Drake. Walks. Through. The. Door.

Which is crazy, because no one has seen him in almost a year. This man disappeared off the face of the earth after claiming their father was still alive (which, now they know he was right, but that doesn't mean he didn't sound insane at the time), and now, out of absolutely nowhere, he waltzes back in like nothing happened.

Which, okay, yay! They got the coordinates and were able to bring Bruce back! That's great! But instead of calling or even warning anyone that he was, in fact, still alive and making very questionable life choices, Tim just shows up at the Manor’s front door looking incredibly smug, dressed in some League-adjacent gear, and—oh yeah—carrying a mostly-conscious, Lazarus-green-glowing, very familiar-looking boy over his shoulder.

Cue everyone just staring.

And then:

"Hey guys," Tim says, completely casual. "This is Danyal. Damian’s clone. Also, my boyfriend. Try to be nice."

And that’s when Damian seriously considers violence.

Because, of course, the League of Assassins—those bastards—decided that when he was no longer fit to be the next Demon’s Head, they’d just cook up a clone. Enter Danyal, who apparently didn't last as long as they had hoped.

But the thing about throwing a perfectly good clone into the Lazarus Pit is that sometimes, instead of reviving someone the normal way, you accidentally create a half-ghost with existential issues and a penchant for property destruction.

Now, there’s a lot more to unpack here. But let’s break it down:

Tim is alive. No one even gets the chance to yell at him for ghosting (ha) them for nearly a year before—

He apparently blew up the league of assassins??? Which is the only acceptable reaction to discovering your feral ex-grandfather made a spare Damian, but still, a little warning would’ve been nice.

Tim kidnapped him. And then—because Tim is Tim—

Proceeded to date him.

Absolutely no one knows how to respond to this.

Jason is laughing his ass off. He thinks this is the funniest thing that’s ever happened. (He also immediately gives Danyal a noogie, because apparently all versions of Damian need to be bullied at least a little.)

Dick is concerned but also so relieved Tim is alive that he doesn’t know whether to hug him or strangle him.

Stephanie, Duke and Cass are just watching this play out like it's the best drama they've ever seen.

Alfred is probably the only one handling this with dignity. (Barely.)

Bruce looks at his returned son, then at the glowing clone, then back at Tim, and just sighs, because, honestly? He’s too tired for this.

Meanwhile, Damian—who has officially hit his limit and is barely recovering from his urge of violence—is just staring. Trying to process the fact that:

He has a clone.

That clone is now his older brother’s boyfriend.

Tim—who he hasn’t seen in a year—showed up out of nowhere, without warning, to drop this information on him like it’s normal.

"You kidnapped my clone." "Rescued," Tim corrects. "You kidnapped him, blew up the League, and then proceeded to date him." "What can I say? I’m efficient."

"I WAS GONE FOR A YEAR." Bruce finally explodes. "A YEAR. I COME BACK, AND NOW TIM HAS A CLONE OF DAMIAN AS HIS—HIS BOYFRIEND?!*"

"We prefer ‘genetic anomaly turned incredibly attractive disaster. Plus, a lot can happen in a year," Tim says, like that helps.

Danyal, barely recovering from the loopiness of the Lazarus Pit and sudden existential crisis, gives a lazy little wave. "Hi."

Now Gotham has two Damians (one ghostly and feral, the other just regular feral), Ra’s al Ghul has no viable heirs, and Bruce? Bruce wishes he were still dead.

Tim, meanwhile, is just happy his boyfriend’s getting some quality bonding time with his genetic source material.

The family cannot handle this.

[fixated-cookies]

okay so hear me out y/n in a revealing outfit for shadow milk cookie and pure vanilla cookie to rate It and you can of course make It yandere :3

oooh, I was brainstorming really hard on this one mhm, I have so many interesting post in my askbox I'm so happy and grateful for you guys ahhhhh hearts!!!

WARNING- Yandere, outfit ripping,

Pure vanilla will definitely favour a light color palette, consisting of creams, white, soft pinks, or baby blues. Very dreamy. Shadow milk's got the opposite spectrum; dark blues with gothic influences. He wants to make you a living doll. Anyways let me skip to the part where we're all here for. Now...with Pure Vanilla seeing you in a revealing outfit, he'd cup your cheeks, eyes filled with awe. “Oh, my dear… You look divine" you’d see the slight dusting of pink across his cheeks—he’s not immune to fluster, even if he tries to be composed. If the outfit had a lot of frills or a dreamy, fairytale-like quality, he’d melt.

But if it’s too revealing, you might hear him gently clear his throat, his fingers subtly adjusting the fabric. “Ah, this design is rather… daring. But it suits you beautifully, even if I’d prefer something a touch more modest.” What can I say? The man is old-fashioned.

His rating? 9.5/10. He adores how angelic you look, but if the outfit is too immodest, he’ll definitely get a bit shy about it.

“Now this—” he drawls, circling you like a predator inspecting his prize, “—this is art.” He’d love the contrast of darker, bolder colors—deep purples, velvety blacks, even a dramatic splash of his very own blue. If the outfit has intricate designs, dramatic draping, or something teasing like sheer fabric, he’d be so pleased. “Ah, Pure Vanilla likes his little doll in soft pastels, does he? Tch. Predictable.” He tugs at the fabric slightly, admiring how it clings to you. “But this? This makes you look absolutely ruinable.”

His rating? 10/10. No complaints. None. It’s perfect. If anything, he’d probably start thinking of even more daring additions just to mess with you further. Their final thoughts? Pure Vanilla: “You don’t have to wear something so bold, little one… You’re already beautiful in anything.” Shadow Milk: "Oh, please. Let them enjoy the attention. Look at them—don’t they just shine under it?” But then, in a rare moment of agreement, their gazes darken at the same time. The outfit is pretty, yes… but wouldn’t it be even better if it was in pieces? Pure Vanilla tilts his head, feigning a thoughtful sigh. “This fabric is so delicate. I worry it might not last very long…” Shadow Milk grins, a sharp, wolfish smirk as he tugs teasingly at the hem. “Mm. A real shame.” His voice is dripping with amusement. “Wouldn’t it be so tragic if it just… fell apart?”

Before you can react, there’s the unmistakable sound of fabric tearing.

Pure Vanilla’s hands, gentle as they may seem, are deceptively strong as he easily pulls apart the fragile material at the seams. Shadow Milk, on the other hand, grip is ripping away excess fabric without a second thought. “Well,” Pure Vanilla murmurs, trailing a finger down your now-exposed skin, his smile far too composed for the situation. “I suppose that makes it a perfect 100/10.”

Shadow Milk’s breathy laugh is pure mischief. “See? Much better.” He flicks away the last bit of fabric clinging to you, watching as it flutters to the floor. “You should’ve just let us do this from the start.”

Outfit Rating? Doesn’t matter. The real fun is in ruining it -- I feel like this at this point I should just write my own characters because I think I'm ruining PV and SM, are they too out of character??? Like, I know PV would never do this but I just love the though of him hanging around SM and SM just becoming such a horrible menace and influence on him.

[draculasfavoritewife]

Distracted

Summary: When Frank calls you during a mission after an extended period of radio silence, what could possibly make him break his own no-contact rule?

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!Reader

Warnings: Some language; this is practically just phone sex in every way except for me explicitly stating so ;)

I think I just need to accept at this point that my Frank fics will always get away from me in the end. This one started on the 🤭 side of the scale and by the time I reached the end it had somehow reached unprecedented levels of 🥵. In any case, I love the idea of normally taciturn Frank missing talking to reader and just calling her up out of the blue to tell her that. And then I guess everything just devolved from there, as it so often does.

When you answered your phone, your heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was trying to escape from your body right through your chest wall.

He never called.

Had something gone so horribly wrong that he needed to say goodbye?

"Frank?!"

"Hey there, pretty girl." His voice sounded bone-tired, but warm with affection, and your panic started to subside. "Didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay," you had murmured. "You just know how I worry."

"I do." The rough laugh on the other side of the line turns your insides into a melting mess. "Just needed to hear my girl's voice for a minute. Long day."

You lie back on the bed again, letting out a quiet breath of relief.

"I miss you, tough guy."

He hums wordlessly in acknowledgement, and you can imagine him settling back against a wall somewhere, finally letting his overexerted body relax.

"Tell me what you're wearing?"

He sounds softer now, almost a little hesitant. "I wanna picture what you look like right now."

Heat rushes to your face. "Nothing special. Just one of your shirts I uh...'borrowed'. I hope that's okay."

There's silence for a moment on the other end, then a sharp hissing sound that you imagine must be him sucking in a breath between his teeth.

"Shit, baby, lookin' like that without me there to see it? You know how I feel about you wearin' my stuff. Goddammit."

You smile and stroke the threadbare fabric between your fingers. "I know, Frank, I'm sorry. But it smells like you, and I missed you so bad today. It helps me sleep at night when you're not here with me."

He chuckles softly, a deep rumbling that you feel all the way in the pit of your chest even through the phone's less-than-ideal sound quality. "Alright, alright. Which one?"

"Black. Slightly thicker fabric, buttoned collar." You tap the worn-smooth buttons with your fingertips as you say the words, an unconscious fidgeting habit.

"That old one with the holes in the sleeves?" He's way too good at this, guessed exactly which piece you would've taken refuge in during his absence.

"Damn, Frank," you breathe out, shocked at his accuracy. "How'd you tell?" He does own at least four different shirts that match the brief description you'd given.

You hear him grunt, probably a blend of approval and the soreness that comes from doing god-knows-what for the past few days. "You like that one. Only reason it's still in the closet, to tell the truth. Would've thrown it out a long time ago otherwise."

A flood of memories rushes through your mind: cuddling up to him, in bed, on the couch, his hands in your hair and his lips brushing your forehead, warm and safe in the folds of this very same shirt. "I'm really glad you kept it, then."

"I am too." A long sigh, and the rustling sounds of his large body shifting position. "Your hair up or down?"

The warmth rapidly returns to your face. Is what you think is happening actually happening?

You wouldn't have guessed Frank was an over-the-phone kind of guy, he prefers to be hands-on in every aspect of his life, but the two of you had spent so much time together lately, maybe the separation is getting to him, too.

"It's down. I took a shower earlier and wanted to let it air dry for a bit." Your voice comes out soft, vulnerable as you answer him and lean further into the pillows behind you.

"Mmm. You know if I was there I'd help you get all the tangles out, yeah?"

You shiver at the thought of his big hands in your hair, those long, dexterous fingers patiently combing their way through, their passage sometimes halting where your comb had missed a spot. "You say that now, Castle, but how do I know you wouldn't be putting more tangles in?"

His taken-off-guard laugh rasps in your ear. "Hey now, you watch that pretty mouth of yours. Don't taunt me like that." A brief moment of consideration, a heavy pause as he imagines you on top of him, that damn shirt swallowing your figure and your teasing face looking down into his. "Maybe I would."

"Thought so." You stick the fingers of your free hand through the aforementioned holes in his shirt. "I hate this bed, Frankie."

"Yeah? Why's that? Don't be a smartass now, I practically built that bed for you."

"It's too big and empty without you." You channel all of the sad, bratty tone you can possibly muster into that simple sentence.

"Christ."

You're not quite sure if the strain you hear running beneath his voice comes from exhaustion or something else you're starting. "My girl's lonely there all by herself, huh?"

"Yeah. I need you to come back, Frank."

"Shit, I know, Sweetheart. I know. I need you, too." His breath hitches, barely noticeable but you know him, and you catch it.

"You lonely without me too, tough guy?"

He hums, a non-answer, deliberately drawing the conversation out. "Look, I like bashing faces in as much as the next guy, but the people I'm after are a little bit lacking in the affection department."

You put the phone down, switching it to speaker mode and settling into a better position. "So you're touch-starved, is what I'm hearing."

You know he must be scowling and shaking his head at the accusation on the other end of the line. "Nah, I wouldn't say that, exactly --"

"Well I am." Your admission comes out as little more than a breathy sigh. "Do you have any idea how hard that is?"

He only snorts at that, and you feel gratified that the implication landed.

"I can't even watch TV at night without wishing your hand was here resting on my thigh like usual," you tell him wistfully.

A long, huffed-out exhale precedes his next words, and you grin wickedly at the sound. "Yeah, Sweetheart. I miss how you count all my scars when we're just lyin' in bed and neither of us can sleep."

"You got any new ones for me?"

The unsteadiness is completely impossible to keep out of your own voice now as you close your eyes, remembering how it feels when his hands are the ones touching you instead.

"Probably." A sharp intake of air interrupts him for a brief moment. "Not gonna tell you where, though. I'll let you find 'em all on your own when I get back."

Your entire body shudders violently at such an invitation. "I will, Frankie. I'll find all of your new scars, I promise. I'll kiss 'em for you, too -- maybe even bite 'em, if they're in good places."

"Shit."

There's a sudden vacuum left in the air between you after his sharply spat expletive, only the uneven rhythm of two people dozens of miles apart trying to catch their breath breaking the delicate silence. You pick your phone up again and bring it close to your face so you can hear his breathing right in your ear; if you keep your eyes shut, you can almost imagine he's right there in the bed with you.

"You're dangerous, you know that," he mutters after a bit. "Got me all distracted out here like some asshole amateur."

"Hey, you called me," you point out, warmth pouring into your contrary words. "I know you're not completely naive, Castle."

"Ah, get off my ass. Was a momentary lapse in judgement, s'all. Happens to the best of us."

"Mmhmm." You trace a small heart on the blanket next to the phone. "Right. Well, you better get back here soon then, and avoid any more mistakes like this, huh?"

"I will." His promise is gentle, but steel-hard with sheer conviction underneath.

"Won't be long, baby girl. Can't wait to have you with me for real again."

[toxicrelief]

Crawling Back to You

Chapter nine

Synopsis: Your first outing with the full Guardian forces proves to be a bit more straining than you thought it would be.

Pairing: Rex x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Chapter: 9/?

Masterlist of all Chapters

TW: Descriptions of Gore

Note: I'm settled in back home so chapters should be coming out regularly again. Enjoy! Almost caught up with chapter one

The soft hum of bright fluorescent lights fills your ears. Familiar. Almost sickening. You keep your eyes closed for a little while longer, knowing you will see an ever-familiar surrounding once you open your eyes. At least with your eyes closed you can pretend you’re somewhere else, somewhere with windchimes. Soft lush grass squeaking beneath your feet. A house, deep in the countryside, quiet, peaceful. Someone lives there with you, you don’t know who, but you aren’t alone.

You aren’t alone.

You open your eyes to see the lights gently flicking above you. The hospital room was empty, not an unfamiliar sight but it was still disappointing. It’s cold. Cold, quiet, and lonely.

As you sit up you shift your feet off the edge of the bed, your toes dangling centimeters above the linoleum flooring. You were wearing a hospital gown, this was different. Usually, you were in your street clothes still, blood having been caked to the upper half of your shirt. How did you get here? There was a job. Cecil called you in, hours of waiting. A museum. It all came back in pieces.

You did it, you had been successful, and both people had been neutralized.

You had been shot. The ringing sound still ghosts in your ears. You ran your hand absentmindedly over your side, remembering the splitting pain all too well. A security guard with an itchy trigger finger. Figures. You remembered sitting down, Donald warning you that you were going to have an episode, and now you were waking up. It must have been too much.

Familiar static sounded off in the corner of the room. You rose to your feet, feeling oddly unsteady, usually when you woke up you were completely healed. Maybe you were just tired.

“You’re up.” Cecil’s voice finally sounded out.

“You’re stating the obvious.” You said with an accidental snark. You weren’t sure why, but you were in a horrible mood.

“Upset about something?”

You turned to look at Cecil, monitoring his expression. Something felt off. “Did you get the guys?”

“Yes.” Cecil nodded.

“Then why do I get the feeling I failed?” You crossed your arms, still not stepping any closer to him. Part of you was finding it hard not to concentrate on how exposed you felt standing in only socks and a hospital gown.

“You didn’t fail, we got them, none of the property they were trying to make off with was damaged. You were a success.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Can’t I check on you without having ulterior motivations?” He tilted his head, smoothing out the front of his suit.

“I don’t think so, no.”

Cecil sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “All of you, always so suspicious.”

“Where are my clothes?”

“Your suit was damaged; R&D is working on repairing it. You’ll be able to pick it up later before your next mission.”

“Next mission?” You were caught off guard by this, you were sure Cecil was going to put you back in that room. Just you and the ReAnimen back and forth for another few months just the two of you. Quality bonding between you and a corpse.

“Next time the Guardians go out you’re going with them.”

Your arms fall uncrossed at this, and you take a step forward. The antagonistic tone of your voice drops. “Wait really? Is that a good idea?”

“You just had one of the quickest takedowns I have seen for a first job ever. I think you’ll be fine. If you hadn’t been shot that would have been a complete and utter success without question. You’re ready.”

“But I did get shot-”

“By a bystander, not who you were after. No one would have seen that coming.”

You paused, thinking for a moment. “What happened to the security guard?”

Cecil’s jaw tensed slightly, and he did not immediately answer. You started to feel a bit of dread, but you weren’t quite sure why. Was he arrested? Did you want him to be arrested? You weren’t sure how you felt but Cecil’s hesitance was making you nervous. You were angry, he shot you, sure. But you were fine now, he shouldn’t go to prison or jail for that. He was scared. Not that you should just shoot someone if you’re scared. You weren’t sure what you felt. “He didn’t make it.” He said almost carefully, a layer of silent anticipations laced his words that you did not miss.

“What?” You gave an incredulous laugh and then realized Cecil was being serious. “Wait what? He wasn’t even involved, He didn’t even show up until after the two I was after were already down. I had the situation under control what do you mean he didn’t make it?”

“Once you passed out the woman woke up, reinforcements took a little too long to get there. She shot him.” Cecil’s previous cation was overtaken by a casual air. Like this was another Tuesday.

“What?” You repeated halfheartedly, feeling like the air was being sucked out of your lungs. Your first mission and you already had a casualty.

One person was already dead, and it was your fault. Your failure to act.

“Why didn’t you send your agents to the scene? Teleport them in?” Your voice cracked slightly against your will, A man was dead, you could have stopped it. Cecil could have stopped it.

“I was…preoccupied. I was not able to assess the situation properly.”

The memory flashed in your mind. Donald’s voice echoing over the intercoms, your confusion at it not being Cecil, all of it. “Why didn’t Donald send anyone in? What were you doing? She should not have woken up for hours, I know exactly which parts of the cerebral hemisphere that I flooded. It doesn’t make sense-” You were speaking fast, almost jumbled, you’re running your hands through your hair.

“It was a lapse in joint judgments, but unfortunately this kind of thing happens in these situations. You cannot save everyone.” He makes his way towards you, looking you directly in the eye. “It is not your fault. Don’t let it get in the way of what is important.” He checked you over quickly with a brief glance. “You seem to be doing okay physically, I want some more tests to be run on you before you leave the hospital. I want to be sure all your vitals are where they are supposed to be.”

You just nodded dumbly, hardly hearing him. More tests. You hadn’t had tests done since you first joined, maybe Cecil was worried because you passed out on the field rather than with the ReAnimen. A man was dead. With everything you remembered of the night before you were feeling worse and worse. A man was dead. You snapped at Donald; you shouldn’t have done that. He had been nothing but kind to you in the months you knew him. A man is dead, and you failed to save him.

“Hey.” Cecil’s voice broke through your spiraling thoughts. “You did good kid.”

You nodded and tried to give him a smile of some sort. You couldn’t see how any of this outcome was good. If the thieves had succeeded, they would probably have left without injuring the guard. Some priceless artwork would be gone but he would be alive. Probably without a job, but alive.  This was not a success. It was a horrible failure,

Some nurses entered the room pushing a few monitors in front of them. Cecil looked at them for a moment before returning his gaze back to you. “You did good.” He repeated, looking you in the eyes. And then in a split moment, he crackled away, the buzz of light hurting your eyes.

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Clots of dirt dusted over you and the other Guardians around you, this was proving excessively difficult. Cecil had even called in other supers that you had never heard of. Your ass was being handed to you, luckily not just you personally. The headpiece of Rex’s suit was ripped, slivers of his dark ginger hair peeking through. You still had not spoken to him since your trip to his room several weeks ago. But now was not the time to think about that.

You heard a crunch as you took a step and looked down to see Rae’s glasses. Your gaze trailed up a few feet ahead of you to land on one of the Duplikates. It was a sight you never thought you would get used to. Her face was smashed in, you were pretty sure you could make out teeth jammed up into where her cheekbone used to be. What was visible of her eyes were glazed over and staring up at you. Blood was still pooling out around you, crimson rivers trailing down in the cracks of the dry earth.

A reoccurring nightmare hurtled through your subconscious at the sight of the mangled body in front of you. A man, wearing a dark uniform, his horrified eyes staring up at you. His mouth was hanging open, you could hear strangled choking sounds. Unshed tears were visible at the edges of his eyes, threatening to spill over. Blood like a scarlet fountain begins to rush out of his mouth, it’s too much, you’re doing too much. He’s going to die. His eyes are bloodshot, and you can feel the blood depleting from his legs, you’re going to leave him a mummified corpse you have to stop, you have to-

You shake your head at the unpleasant resurfacing dream. You had been having it ever since your first mission. You couldn’t help but feel responsible for his death even though you weren’t even conscious when he was killed. Even still, Cecil had continued to put you on missions. You had completed several now, all complete successes with no casualties. And you had even managed to team up with a few members of the Guardians. Bulletproof was surprisingly good company on stakeouts and Rae was more than happy to spend more time with you. Black Samson mostly kept to himself, but you felt like there was mutual respect there. He did not see you as unnecessary or suspicious. To him you were someone on the team, it was refreshing in a way.

Your eyes returned to the giant looming figure before you all. It’s booming cackles ripping through the air as you watched Black Samson and Shapesmith get thrown back. This thing wasn’t human, and you weren’t even sure it had blood. With its skeletal features, bioluminescent mouth, and triangular-shaped pupils you were led to believe maybe not. The most you could do was run from person to person, healing them as the battle went on. Black Samson being the next on your list.

Adrenaline was pumping through your body, you hoped it was helping to keep your effort’s side effects at bay, but you couldn’t be sure. Your feet felt like they hardly were touching the ground, the world passing behind you in a blur. Just a few feet out from the two you were trying to assist you nearly skidded to a stop. Shapesmith had originally been thrown back with Black Samson but the thing you were looking at was not Shapesmith. At least you hadn’t thought it was. “What the fuck?” You breathed out, as you watched the pale oblong shaped head shift into a human face. The one you knew and recognized. The look on Black Samson’s face told you that he was just as surprised. You snapped out of it at the sound of the shrill laughter again, hopping forward a few steps to place your fingertips at Black Samson’s pulse point. He did not seem pleased but didn’t immediately shove you away. You could see the quick-acting relief as your powers worked swiftly. One of his eyes had been bloodied during the fight and you watched it clear up of your own will. No matter how much healing you did you always loved seeing that.

Black Samson was quickly off, running to regroup with a few of the others to rebuttal. You circled back to Shapesmith who was trying to stand. Hopefully, he doesn’t have a concussion, you were trying your best to conserve your powers, now was not the time to have an episode. You raised your hand to his pulse point and hesitated. You didn’t feel…anything. He didn’t have blood, or at least not human blood. You opened your mouth to say something, anything. It did not seem like the most appropriate time to question him on his origins, but regardless you were unable to heal him. You quickly analyzed his body and realized that he did not seem to have any external wounds.

“Sorry!” He said quickly, standing up and darting off to join the others, leaving you in a genuflecting position near the crater where he had been.

“Over here!” An unfamiliar voice shouted out, one of the other Cecil hires. You took a moment to gather where the voice was coming from and then blindly dashed towards it.

The skeletal behemoth was taking people out faster than you could revive them. Revival took much less effort than your manipulative powers took but it was still draining you, your head was throbbing, and you were beginning to get the prickling feeling at your brain stem.

One more, just one more. Repeated over and over in your head. You couldn’t think of anything else, you just needed to make sure everyone survived this. No casualties. There could be no casualties.

You squinted your eyes as you scanned the open area around you, dust lay heavily in the air. It looked like everyone at this moment was doing okay. In fact, it seemed like you were finally winning. Several explosions ignited around the giant’s head, something you recognized immediately as Rex’s doing. Omnipotus rammed his fists into the ground, sending several people back a few feet once again. Even from a little way out you could feel the trembling of the ground beneath you. Before anyone could recoup and before you could make it more than a few feet forward the creature had repeated his earlier gesture, this time sending large masses of dirt clods into the air.

You should move. It was a small voice in the recesses of your mind. But you could hardly hear it over the huge commotion and the sound of the piercing hemorrhaging in your brain. Your feet felt like they were stuck to the ground, it was all happening extremely fast but in slow motion. A large mass of earth was headed straight towards you. If you could conjure a thought maybe you would feel fear.

A small metal disk illuminated, as if charged, flew at the mound that was headed right for you. A hand pushed you roughly as the disk made contact. This finally knocked you out of it and your body seemed to catch up as you began to lurch forward to move out of the way. Several shards of rock sliced through the air, grazing your cheek and shoulder, ripping through the fabric of your costume.

You were shaking, adrenaline was pumping like never before and your body was fighting to quickly heal your minor injuries. The urge to fight was rising, to defend yourself, the feeling you had felt when training with Rex. The need to engage, fight back. Now was not the time to decide to throw yourself directly into the actual fight though. You had to reel it in and fast.

You looked back to see Rex close behind you, several matching rips in his costume and a slice running right above his jawbone. His emerald eyes had a glint in them you had only seen during your training session. As much as he constantly whined and complained, he was proficient. A formidable ally.

“You have to keep moving!” He hissed out, but it didn’t feel angry. Frustrated maybe but not malicious. “Stay further back if you have to!” His hand was gripping your arm. “Joy, do you hear me?”

You must have had a spaced-out look on your face, your mind still trying to catch up. You nodded aggressively and when he furrowed his eyebrows you spoke up saying “Yes, thank you.” He still did not seem sure and hesitated for a moment before turning back to the commotion. His grip had loosened but he had not fully let go. “I’ve got this.” You reaffirmed. He nodded and let go after another moment. “And thank you!” You said it quickly, turning away to run towards another person who needed your help.

If you had kept your eyes on him, you would have seen the small smile that spread across his face and the way he stood a few moments longer to watch you head away.

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“Well, that fucking sucked.” Rex’s voice rang out somewhere behind you.

There were a few grumbles of agreement that sounded out around you, but no one seemed to have enough energy to fully respond. Your back was fully fleshed against the cool ground of the Headquarters common room. As soon as everyone had made it in you each individually had collapsed on the ground or simply sat down. With the exception of Immortal who had stated it was his ‘duty to report back to Cecil’.

Spikes of pain were pulsing through your head, but it was gradually subsiding. The feeling of the cool metal against your head was surprisingly helping. There were different geometrical shapes on the ceiling, you had never noticed. Maybe because most people didn’t look up here. There was soft conversation happening around you but you weren’t listening. After what felt like only a few minutes a face poked over into your range of view, interrupting your visibility of the ceiling.

“Are you listening?” Rex’s eyebrow was raised slightly as he proposed the question.

“Hm?” You hummed softly, your eyes studying his face for a moment. The scratch caused by the shards of rock from when he pushed you out of the way was scabbed over now, but there was still dried blood that had run down his neck. He was not a bad-looking guy; you hadn’t really thought too deeply about it before but from this angle, you could definitely see the appeal a bit.

“We were talking about you.” He says matter-of-factually.

“When aren’t you.” You sighed, turning your head to look across the room.

“She got you there Rex.” Rae laughed, somewhere to the left of you, you lifted up on your elbows slightly to see where she was. In doing this you nearly rammed your forehead into Rex’s at the sudden movement.

“Hey watch it!” Rex exclaimed, sitting back to avoid the collision. He was sitting on his knees behind you. You wondered briefly if he had been there the whole time or if he scooted over to bother you. The idea of him crawling over felt humorous to you.

“Rae, I think I broke your glasses out there.” You said apologetically, your suspicions were confirmed as she squinted at you to make you completely out. “Sorry.”

“Eh, I have another pair, good to know what happened to them I suppose though.” She shrugged, pulling the hood of her suit off, sand littering out over the ground behind her. “Ugh. I’m going to go take a shower, I feel like there’s dirt lining every section of my suit.”

“Don’t drown, I wouldn’t want to have to come save you.” You joked, waving her off before laying back down.

“Well, now I know exactly what I am going to do.” Rae shot back before she disappeared in the elevator.

You returned your gaze to the ceiling, now much more aware of how close Rex was to you. He did not seem to have any intention of going away either. You heard the shuffling of a few more people leaving and finally the silence started to get to you.

“Well, what were you guys saying about me?” You rolled your eyes, annoyed that you gave in to the obvious bait.

“Nothing of consequence.” He muttered.

You weren’t about to pressure it out of him, so you didn’t speak again. You heard shuffling and a soft clink to the north of you. As you looked up at the noise you realized Rex was now splayed out on his back too, his sights resting on the same ceiling. You looked back up again feeling a little confused, but you were too focused on willing away the remaining ache in your head to give it too much thought.

“God how do you do this for so long I’m already bored.”

You let out a breath, almost laughing. “Stop being immature, I am trying to enjoy some silence.” There was a brief pause. “Without your voice.”

“You’ve had a few weeks without my voice, wasn’t that enough?”

“Never could be.” You retort, and a general silence falls over you both again. You can hear him drumming his fingers on the tin of the ground. It’s rhythmic, almost soothing. Your eyelids began to involuntarily droop.

Windchimes, a countryside house, lush green grass. Wildflowers scratching your palms as you walk by. Rain pelting a tin roof, laughing after running under the porch to escape the downpour.

“Thank you.” You whispered faintly. “For pushing me out of the way earlier.”

“You probably would have been fine anyways.” He responds. “You know, injuries and all.” He sounds awkward, like it’s taking a lot to not snark in response.

“Just because I can heal it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. So still, thank you.”

There’s a short stretch of silence.

“You’re welcome.”

Author's Note: crumbs for my Rae x Reader fans. I'm so excited were almost up to present day yayyyy

divider credit: @/ saradika

taglist: @kittymeowmrow @sketchlove @jewelwayne101

Chapter ten

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Can you do romantic yandere Adam x reader hazbin hotel alphabet? :)))

Author's Note: YES, I ABSOLUTELY CAN!!! Sorry not sorry but he's my fav so this request single-handedly cured my writer's block lmao. The amount of love I have for this sexist narcissistic man is unreal, which I know sounds bad... BUT I DON'T CARE HE'S THE BEST! And lastly, go ahead and check out my masterlist if you like what you just read and if you want to request anything yourself, thank you, and enjoy!🩷

Possible Trigger Warnings: Some minimal NSFW that is only mostly mentioned a few times with no explicit detail.

Adam -> Yandere Alphabet

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

You're the only person he's affectionate with and genuinely so. It's not just about sex or a quick fling with you like some other angels/winners he was seeing before you. He holds a much deeper type of feeling for you, something he didn't even have with Lilith or Eve, and unlike with them, Adam isn't planning on letting you go no matter what, even if you're willing in the relationship or not. For that reason alone, I feel like he'd be pretty intense with it: heated make-out sessions, ''inappropriate'' grabbing, be that your ass or thighs, and just possessive holding on the waist or around the shoulder in general. He puts on this act in public so the others won't catch on to how low he has fallen with the way he feels about you, he doesn't want his ''cool guy'' image to be tarnished just because he's soft for you. But in private he's more gentle, considerate, and even pathetic with how he treats you, always asking for permission or where you would like to be touched.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Not at all. You're obviously up in Heaven with him and it's not like Adam has any interest in making Heaven his personal blood bath, so he's pretty chill. If you were an Exterminator like him though, he would get pretty messy, wanting to impress you with how gruesomely and fast he finishes the enemy. He wants to show just how powerful he is and that he's the only one you should depend on. But if you're just a regular angel or winner, then you obviously don't know anything about his "work-life", so like I said at the beginning, he's pretty chill...mostly

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Only if you'd tick him off, by which I mean disobeying him or acting out. He'd be like: "Oh, boohoo, stop your fucking whining and get over it! You're fucking mine now, bitch!" Or anything along those lines. He'd basically refer to you like you're inferior to him and say that you should be grateful that the Adam graces you with his time and presence. Which is funny because no matter how much Adam likes to pretend you're below him, he secretly worships you and thinks you're his God. So even though Adam has his occasional slip-up of being way too aggressive and mean to you than he intends to be, he always tries to make it up to you later in some way. Even though he won't admit to it, he always feels guilty for treating you horribly, so don't be surprised when you hear a very half-assed apology from him or a present of some kind to indicate he is sorry, because he genuinely does feel guilty even if his words or actions don't portray that in the best of ways.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Yes, that being quality time together and affection. If you're well-behaved, you'd be allowed to walk around Heaven "freely" with him. But only on the condition that all of your time and attention is on him, you're not allowed to go anywhere alone without him. You wanna go bawling? Eat somewhere? Just hang out outside? That's fine, as long Adam is right next to you. So basically no privacy. Adam does not hold back on affection, whether in private or in public his arm/hand is either always on you or around you. He may be super clingy, but he's considerate enough to stop touching you in any inappropriate way out in public if you tell him to. Which he gets super bummed over and will beg you relentlessly to let him be bolder with his affection for you, no matter the answer he will respect it, apprehensively, but he will.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Adam, vulnerable? Never. Even though you are the only person he would ever wanna be or feel so exposed with, he's just too prideful and insecure to let himself do that. He feels like he shouldn't feel anything but good about himself and to always act like the top dog no matter how he truly feels. You'd really have to try hard to get him to open up to you like that, but no matter how close you get you'll just be faced with a greatly angered Adam. Bearing his heart to you comes off as easier for him though. He's super confident about it, even though his wording sounds extremely awkward, showing just how new he is to actually loving someone in the way he loves you. You can always tell he's forcing himself to sound more considerate or romantic, he means everything he says of course, it just sounds fake because it comes out of his mouth so it feels uncanny even for him.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Just a bunch of irritated and confused cursing as he tries to calm you down. He doesn't necessarily curse at you, he just does as he struggles to come up with anything that won't be him just screaming at you and calling you names. But to answer the question directly, he doesn't like it, mostly. There is a tiny bit of him that does enjoy it because he finds you hot when you're angry, but he'll still much rather you not try to kick and bite him just to escape you're shared home. Adam would try to restrain you as fast and gently as possible, pinning you down and holding you're wrists behind your back before pushing you to a secluded room and locking you in there till you calm down.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Adam is certainly amused by your attempts of trying to get away, but it doesn't mean he endorses it or doesn't get bored of it quickly. If you do it frequently then he'd just become more and more irritated, struggling to keep himself composed and not accidentally hurt you or your feelings. Not to mention, at some point, he'd realized how fucked he'd be if you did escape and anyone would find out that he kidnapped you so he gets more stressed and forceful with keeping you in instead of out. So it's a no for the most part.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Hard to say... I think it depends on what kind of person you are and how much are you willing to tolerate when in regards to your kidnapper. Adam is loud, clingy, possessive, narcissistic, insecure, prideful, arrogant, disrespectful, immature, ignorant, selfish, etc. I could go all day honestly. Point is, if you're someone who could not handle one or more of his traits on the daily, then I'd say every day with Adam is like a nightmare to you probably.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Nothing too crazy, just you finally accepting that you belong with him and reciprocate his feelings. Adam just wants you to want him in the same way he wants you, living a normal and loving domestic life together, is that too much to ask?

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Adam is the jealous type! He thinks that everyone, even Lute is in some way trying to steal you away from him. He lashes out at those he deems as a threat, never outwardly blaming you for others getting in the way. Adam is immensely paranoid about you leaving or someone stealing you away, he won't let anyone steal his love away a third time. Lilith and Eve abandoning him, really left a huge scar on Adam, therefore him letting you form any sort of friendship is under his watch only. No ifs or buts, his insecure self is the one deciding who is "trustworthy" enough to spend time with you without them stealing you away. Not like he'll ever leave you alone with the person anyway.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

I've already touched on it, but Adam views you the same way he views God, someone who should be worshipped and treated as such. The only problem is that Adam is far too insecure and prideful to treat you the way he wants to openly. He has a "reputation" to uphold in the eyes of his fellow angels so out in the open he's pretty much the same as ever, except with a little hint of softness and consideration that is only ever reserved for you. He'd try to be more gentle with you, not curse so much around you or at you, not be so loud around you, basically not be the usual ass he is. Though him being better for you is a struggle and he does slip up more often than he'd like to admit, he still won't stop trying. Anything to gain your approval and affection.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Courting? What is that? This is "Dickmaster" we're talking about! He should be able to get you without even trying! It always worked before so why shouldn't he expect you to fall right into his arms like everyone else? But low and behold the shock he gets from you doing the opposite. You mean, he actually has to try this time??? Well, you're in luck! Cause if this was anyone else, Adam would have given up right then and there, but this is you we're talking about and he hasn't felt this way about anyone since... Ever really. So he'd approach you like he does everyone else but with a hint of anxiety to it and a very subtle change in his demeanor where he's surprisingly sweet and gentle with you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really, no. Already said it a few times before, but the way he treats you is the same as he does with everyone else with a subtle difference here and there. Adam doesn't even acknowledge half the time when his dickish humor and loud yelling suddenly shifts into soft pleading and gentle touches when he's alone with you.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

We already know Adam is sadistic and cruel just from the way he views the Exterminations as entertainment and the way he treats the sinners as trash to throw around without any regard, making the contrast drastic when it comes to you. Whether you're aware of Exterminations or not, it's surprising how this man won't even dream of putting his hands on you in any way with an intent to harm you. He basically punishes you as if you were a child: time out, no TV, no ice cream/snacks, being locked in your room, etc. It sounds degrading and it would feel that way if it weren't for the fact he sounds absolutely clueless and guilty as he enforces his punishments on you, because in reality, he has no idea what he's doing. It's laughable really with how hard he's trying to discipline you while failing at the same type because of how childish his methods are.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Just the ability to be anywhere or do anything without him. Okay, maybe not that extreme, but it depends. Like, going outside without him is a big no-no that will not be tolerated without him being with you, it will immediately result in one of his punishments back at home. The same goes with spending time or even talking with others, he has to be next to you to monitor the situation, he's not happy about letting you talk to others, but he'll put up with it if it means you warming up to him for it. That's pretty much it, you're free to roam and do whatever inside the house. It's just outside of it does Adam step in and dictates what you can or can't do.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Adam is not a patient man by any means. With you, however? He struggles but tries to be as patient with you as he can. If you don't disobey him or fight back in any way then he acts like his usual clingy self around you. He's surprisingly patient with you slowly letting him in, sure he still forces his affections onto you, but he'll back away the moment you tell him to. Adam more than anything wants you to finally submit yourself to him so he can go as far with you as he desires, so he'll be patient with you as long as you need. After all, he's not only with you so you can please him, if it were about that he wouldn't have you locked up in his home with him, would he?

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No, never. That would break him. His first and second wife left him for the most hated being in all of creation and the sole reason evil even exists in the world. And now you, someone who at some point he realized you outshine both Lilith and Eve in every aspect, his perfect little angle/winner. Adam would go through Hell and back just to have you back with him, destroying everything and anyone in his path who dares to keep you two apart. Death is not an option and escaping/leaving is hardly a possibility with how glued to you he is 24/7. But if you did manage to somehow get out while you can, there would never be a time of day when you wouldn't have to look over your shoulder in fear he won't eventually find you. Because he will. He will always find you.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No, and no. Such a thought won't ever even cross his mind! You should feel honored that out of everyone he picked you! You belong together, and Adam knows you'll someday feel the same about him. He's never willingly letting you go, that's for sure.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

His last two serious relationships left a huge psychological scar on Adam, one that he pretends doesn't exist by being a huge ass. Since his last wife left him, he hasn't fallen in love with anyone until he met you, or at least not in such an odd way. He hasn't been this happy since his time in the Garden of Eden! You sparked him back to life in such a way his previous relationships could never achieve, and he intends to keep it that way.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Instant internal panic. He hates seeing you like this, seeing you at your lowest really bothers him. You really bring out the humane part of him with how bad and guilty he feels seeing you in such a state. Which only makes the situation worse cause he has no idea what to do or how to help you. He'll do just about anything to get you to stop crying/screaming, put on a show for you, give you gifts, get your favorite snacks, try to gently calm you down, and even hug you if you let him. If you're isolating though, surprisingly he will give you some space for a bit, hoping you'll deal with whatever it is you're dealing with eventually. But if hours run by and you're still sulking in the corner, he's right by your side trying anything to cheer you up, and again, try to wrap his arms around you as he whispers sweet reassuring words into your ear and kisses your cheek. Adam at no point knows what he's doing or how to help you exactly, never been forced into a position of comforting someone, he just knows he hates seeing you like this and has to find a way to help you before he starts to get annoyed and potentially lash out at you, and lord knows he doesn't want that to happen.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He doesn't kill his ''competition''. You're both up in Heaven and he can't exactly harm or kill one of his fellow angels or winners just because he's jealous, it would only risk you two becoming fallen or worse, you being taken away from him. None of these options would ever happen, but if they did somehow come true, you better know Adam is fighting tooth and nail to get you back, even if it results in his own downfall.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Pretending to finally have fallen for him. While a little suspicious at first, if you play your cards right, you can easily fool him into believing you reciprocate his feelings. Adam is instantly over the moon the minute you say you finally love him, he has his arms wrapped around you in a second before kissing you all over. He feels like he's smitten for you all over again, instantly bending to your every call and whim. You can easily exploit him into letting you do whatever you want, like easily returning to whatever life you had before meeting Adam and pretending like you being kidnapped and forced to love him never happened. The only downside is that he's more clingy and affectionate than ever, never leaving you alone for long, and if you want to be able to have your old life back then be prepared to pretend to love him for the rest of your eternal days! Because once Adam catches on that you've been lying, your relationship is instantly brought back to how it used to be, except it's worse because whatever freedom you once had before this whole fiasco is gone. It feels like his past is back to haunt him, reliving does same scars both of his wives left him, instantly becoming colder and meaner toward you for some time, it will take a long time for Adam to forgive you and trust you again, if ever.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

No, absolutely not. Surprising isn't it? But with how highly he views you without you even realizing, he'd rather have the Exterminations be completely disbanded altogether if it means him never purposefully harming you. Sure, he may be a little too forceful with you sometimes or accidentally go too far but he never means to, he even immediately jumps away from you like a scared cat if he even hears you let out a pained sound from the way he's holding you. Adam sucks at apologizing or feeling empathy in general, but with you, it's a whole different story. His apologies still come off as somewhat forced or like he doesn't mean them, but he truly does and will do and say just about anything if it means you forgiving him and letting him hold you again.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

You are his sole purpose and the only thing he cares and thinks about 24/7. Of course, he worships you! Well, not openly at least. He's just scared that if anyone else catches on to how he really feels about you his reputation would go down the drain and he can't let that happen! That's why you'll only see this worshipping side of him in private, only then will you experience Adam sitting on his knees in front of you, begging for you to finally let him in and let him love you, showering you with endless praise while doing so. He'll do and say just about anything to finally win you over. He's a closeted simp is what I'm getting at.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

A week at most before he decides he should just steal you away to have you all to himself. I say this cause at the beginning Adam does try to court you like he did his previous dates before deciding you're different and matter so much more to him than anyone ever could or did. He can't even comprehend not living without you and letting you slip away so might as well just speed up the process of you living in his home with him like the happy couple you are! Not.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Depending on your tolerance of his general bullshit self, maybe??? I'm more inclined to say no though. Adam would never strive to break you on purpose, heck the more you refuse his love the faster he'll be the one to break in the relationship. But seriously, I don't think it's possible to break being with Adam, at most you're always annoyed with him and hate life but that's about it.

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Can't take my eyes off you....(Part 1)

eyefestation x hard of seeing reader... summary (I suck at making these): as you were charged of a crime that you didn't do you were sent to ###### high security prison on a death row, but you were given a chance to live free of charge if you retrieved a crystal. How was you supposed to know that it would be better to just die? warnings: some swears here and there nothing too bad...yet...

a/n: uhhh so yeah...I made it...yippe?

(Ps y/n is hard of seeing in this fic, not entirely blind they have glasses but without their glasses they're as good as blind, also gn pronouns)

##-##-20##.

you are an inmate of ###### high security prison..

your crimes are irrelevant.

whether or not you were falsely charged is irrelevant.

you have served 93 days of your # year sentence.

Today, three men from Urbanshade Corporation, being escorted by heavily armed guards, arrived at the prison.

They were searching for volunteers to help them retrieve a crystal of sorts, a highly important asset they were unable to secure during a major security breach in one of their facilities.

they stated the risk of death was high but whoever could retrieve the asset return to them would be pardoned release with cleared record and receive ##### in cash

many of your fellow inmates signed up....

you signed up as well

you are expendable....

You are not expected to return...

the submarine hummed softly in the depths, the sound echoing throughout its small surface area

you were the only inmate on the sub, the others....well, uh let's just say they couldn't make it.

So the sub was eerily quiet without the usual chatter and arguing from your cellmates. You leaned your head on the wall letting the cold metal cool the back of your head.

The sub began to ascend, and soon enough it came to a stop, and you heard the creak of a hatch opening, you lifted your head off the wall and headed to the open hatch

as you stepped onto the concrete (?) floor you heard a man from urbshade on a speaker talk about retrieving the crystal blah blah blah ect you didn't really care to listen to the low quality pre recorded message.

you crouched under some boxes and got a key card that goes to the first door and made your way to insert the key card, when a 'click' noise is heard the doors open and shows a room that is very plain besides a few drawers here and there. you walked across the room to door 2.

the next 10 doors nothing really happened...unless you count spending 10 minutes trying to find a damn key card then stuff happened.

door 12 opened to show a hallway like any other but what was different was that the lights started flickering...that confused you, at first you just thought it was electrical problems but then you heard a high pitch scream so you dove in a locker just in time before a...how do you even describe that horrible monster you saw go past from the crack of the locker....

After the coast was clear you walked out the locker and tried to steady your queasy legs that felt like they were going to give out any second...

"What the hell was that...?" you mumble to yourself even though there was no one there besides yourself and maybe 5 cameras pointed at you from all angles

the next 5 doors were the same as through the occasional flicker of lights, although you found the monster to be a bit easier to hide from the more you met it.

it felt weird calling it an 'it' but you didn't want to call it a he if it's actually a she but then again maybe it's nonbinary...do monsters even have genders?!...*cough* ok enough rambling...

*30 doors later ig; I'm already tired and I don't think you wanna hear me talking about going through more doors*

you stood in front of room 47...you felt tired and hungry...when was the last time you ate? slept?? (it's only been 7 hours)

if the monsters didn't kill you then the exhaustion sure will...you took in a deep breath and put the key card in waiting a bit before the door opened annnnddd..

Pitch. Fucking Black.

You sure are glad you found a lantern! Surely there are no monsters that hate light and will hurt you if you flash them with light!

so rather than trying you go through the door just straight through without needing a light you choose to use a your lantern, luck be told there was a damn Squiddle and it lunged at you knocking your glasses off your face

"fuck" you hissed under your breath as you took a step back not noticing you stepped on your glasses until you hear the crunch of glass

"goddammit..." you say as you try and see but the world is a blurry mess...also you're still in the dark-

well this is gonna be fun... a/n: sorry if it's not long I'm going to make a part 2 where stuff really happens so think of this as a prologue or smth like that

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NFITH Chapter 1 - New Territory [Commander Fox x Fem!Reader]

Warnings and Information: New to Coruscant and adjusting horribly to your new job as a senator’s aide, you often find yourself lost on the best of days, and the target of her wrath on the worst of them. You could almost swear she’s setting you up to fail as your job standards become more and more impossible. Fortunately for you, you have someone in high places looking out for you before long.  Second Person POV, undescribed Fem!Reader, save for *very occasional* mentions of makeup. Establishing chapter where Reader moves to Coruscant for intentionally vague reasons. Reader does not meet Fox in this chapter. Reader has a very helpful neighbor. This series contains depictions of anxiety and panic attacks. Star Wars and real-world swearing. Narrative and stylistic use of italics. 

Word count: 2,748

New Territory

Moving to the centermost jewel of the Core Worlds for a career change was an impulsive decision spurred on by the start of the Clone Wars some time ago. Feelings of great uncertainty for your future in this developing chapter of your life became a dragging, tugging weight you could no longer ignore. What once provided anchorage to keep you stable and sure threatened to drown you in the ever-shifting tide if you did not rid yourself of these hindrances. 

Something new was waiting for you on Coruscant, the city that never sleeps. You just wouldn’t be sure until you got there.

Loved ones had rallied around you when you made preparations for the plunge, showing you support and lending a helping hand in packing most of your life away in tidy little boxes and crates. It proved easy with their help. You truly couldn’t have done it without them. Choosing cherished items to leave behind was no walk in the park, but it was easier than what would come next. 

The fretful farewells and yawning maw of a whole new galactic timezone between you and your loved ones were bitter pills to swallow. The first coils of dread pooled in your stomach upon the drop out of hyperspace, slowly gnawing away all the while as you met up with the moving company in the early afternoon.

Getting the keycards and address to your new Coruscanti apartment marked the start of an aching loneliness. 

There was no one to stand behind you in silent support when the new neighbors came sniffing around at the sight of the moving company, leaving you to greet them on your own. None of the bittersweet laughter that lovingly tucked your holoalbums in boxes accompanied you when it came time to unpack them. No one would help you decide where you should put your travel-wilted houseplants when you introduced a little greenery, something to fill up the empty space. 

(The corner would have to do for now.)

Dinner was eaten alone. 

Too travel-tired, and the whole of your body aching at the thought of a few minutes more on your feet after a busy afternoon of scattered unpacking, you purchased something from one of the many street vendors just outside the complex. 

The signage was not in Galactic Basic, but thankfully, the Dug vendor knew enough to provide “something filling” when you asked. Anything would do so long as it took the claws of the gripping hunger and filed them down. Credits changed hands for a carton of breaded nuna nuggets in a vegetable and grain blend, which was taken back upstairs and enjoyed quietly in the solitude of your kitchen for a moment, just savoring the flavor of your first meal on a new planet. 

To disrupt the unfamiliar room tone, you eventually tune in to a radio drama for the first in a long time. Something to fill up your apartment with a little more sound until you’re ready to unpack a final box or two for the night, then head to bed. The script’s corny and amateurish quality has you reconsider that idea pretty quickly. 

The longer you listen, the more it sounds like an office drama, complete with catty watercooler talk and power tripping micromanagers. 

Pass.

You turn it off and put the rest of your meal in the conservator for tomorrow.

You make just enough progress on a pair of boxes before you’re content both with the day’s progress and the prospect of finally getting some shut-eye. 

Leaving the process of wrestling your mattress in place when you’re running on fumes likely wasn’t the best idea, but it should serve its purpose for draining the remainder of whatever energy reserves you have. Once settled in the bed frame, extracting your bed linens and dressing things up is all that’s left before your nightly routine, and finally, sleep. Fixing the mattress cover and fitted sheet in place takes the most time, the rest proves a breeze. 

The new sleeping space is capped off with final addition of the comforter. A loved one packed your sleep set in the same box as the bed linens, meaning you don’t have to sleep in the day’s now-dirty clothes, or dig through any more boxes. 

It smells like home. 

And it’s the first time you sit here—truly sit here—in the newness and the unfamiliar of what you’ve gotten yourself into… and struggle not to cry. You deny the brine-water in your eyes its purpose, wiping and washing everything down the sink drain instead. The cold creepings of loneliness and regret are placated with self-soothing nonsense. 

You’re just tired. There was a lot of information to process today. Everyone feels completely overwhelmed their first day on Coruscant. 

It could easily be the first of many days… 

Finally reclining in bed, you find it hard to sleep now that there’s nothing else to occupy your mind with, taking notice how full of sound this foreign environment is. Understanding this planet is one massive, incomprehensible city, it’s easy to see why rather than the occasional, irregular sound, the noise pollution will be constant, coming from countless sources.  

The hummed harmonies of neon signs glowing in the smog. A million skylanes warbling and purring with speeder cabs in every color of the light spectrum. The steady, endless drum of foot traffic on a million and one walkways. The voices of trillions of galactic lifeforms living above and below the surface; all parading around on the planet that never sleeps. 

Sleep eludes you all night, or proves restless when you wink out of consciousness, however temporarily.

Your neighbor from down the hall is not surprised to see you propped up in the doorframe, folding over in exhaustion when you answer the door just before mid-morning. You force drooping eyelids back in place, praying this is a quick matter as you greet the elderly woman perched on your welcome mat next to a large bag. 

You were in the process of sniffing out which of the many boxes filled with kitchenware contained your caf machine so you could brew yourself a cup of much-needed energy when there was a knock at your door. 

“Can I help you…?”

She was Tholothian, judging by the scaled skullcap and tendrils that bobbled over her shoulders from the force of the gentle, bubbly laugh she breaks into in her amusement. 

“Oh no, dear; I’m here to help you. May I come in?” 

Her smile is warm, and kind; emphasized and complemented by both smile and age lines. You’re pretty sure you saw her the other day when the movers brought in the first of the boxes, but you can’t remember a name.

Figuring there’s no harm, you invite her inside, at which point she collects the sizable bag at her feet and finds a way to gracefully squeeze it past you without so much as a bumped elbow. “Do you… need any help with that?” The offer to help is made only after the moment has passed, brain sluggish and more than a little forgetful of your manners. 

Fortunately, she’s forgiving of the situation before her. “I’m plenty strong in my old age, don’t you worry! Got up nice and early this morning to get some things that’ll help you settle in. Groceries, too.” 

No longer quite sleepy, you now stand there, stunned. “You- you brought me groceries?”

With a smile, she hoists the bag a little higher than before. “I sure did. Where would you like me to put everything, dear?”

“T-the counters in the kitchen’s fine…” you stammer. 

Your neighbor brings the grocery-laden bag into the apartment’s small kitchen, and lines everything up on the countertop as you instructed. Blue milk, a loaf of polystarch, eggs, caf creamer, and generic breakfast mixes are among the lot. 

“Here you are! A few essentials to get you started.” Previously crammed in one singular bag, there are now fifty or so items to be put away. (That’s a few?)

You would be speechless if it wasn’t the polite thing to thank her. 

“I, uh… h-holy shit, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” she replies cheerily. “Mrs. Helios is always here for her neighbors. I’m just a knock away down the hall in ol’ 4546Besh if you ever need me.”

Mrs. Helios. Tholothian. 4546Besh. 

You could remember that. (Probably.) You properly introduce yourself while the two of you begin putting away the perishables first, the conservator and cupboards looking a little less barren than before. (And she thinks you have a lovely name; says it suits you.) Keeping up the momentum, the boxes of kitchenware previously poked through for the caf-maker are tackled next, at Mrs. Helios’ offering.

“You look like you could use a hand.” she says with a knowing smile. 

“I would certainly appreciate it…” you say, not for the first time. 

Steady progress is made over the next half hour or so until the beverage machine has been located, at which point you dig only long enough to find the caf powder and a suitable mug before the Tholothian encourages you to have a rest. Mrs. Helios takes the opportunity to present you with a few more things out of her bag while you wait on your cup to brew. 

The first is a sound device, the price sticker subjected to some rather thorough redacting of monetary value. The packaging is pretty nondescript, save for a few lofty promises—over 150+ new and improved audio files!—but the machine itself has a rather nice, sleek design when you extract it from the box. Coincidentally, it happens to be in a softer shade of one of your favorite colors. 

“It may help mask some of the... less pleasant ambience you’ll find here.” 

Her reasoning sagely segues into the next item, handwritten advice on how to deal with the high amount of crime and the pickpockets that plague the planet. The stack of hair-thin acrylic sheets must be half an inch tall, and again, handwritten. Each letter is crisp, with a print-like quality to it. It must’ve taken her several hours to write this much, and so tidily.

You’re kind of at a loss for words. You’re wondering if you’ve made a terrible mistake uprooting your comfortable life to live here.

“Just how bad is the crime?”

“It’s not so bad here on the upper levels, dear. Biggest concern would be pickpockets, day to day. But the sub-levels; now those areas you’d really need to take care of yourself.” Mrs. Helios understands that's not much comfort, so the subject is changed for now while you fetch the finished cup of caf. (You set another to percolate for good measure; you’ll likely take it for yourself if Mrs. Helios declines.) “Speaking of upper levels… I also wrote down a few of the good shops not too far from here that you may find helpful as you're settling in. Nice variety, and all that.” 

You take the first of the pages and study its directions, telling you how many turns to take, nearby signage, types of shops you should be seeing along the way. She’s thought of everything. Mrs. Helios has made a point to include the name and species of the shop-owners, and the languages they speak as well.

Nursing your caf, you select a passage at random. 

Hasher (Dug) speaks Basic, but be sure to greet him in Huttese first. The word ‘Hello’ is ‘Achuta’. 

“You must be pretty familiar with these shop owners.” 

“I’ve been doing business with them for years,” Mrs. Helios confirms, head bobbing. 

Though the two of you had proper introductions little more than an hour ago (if the chronometer is to be believed), the elderly Tholothian has given you the impression she’ll answer any question with honesty. She’s given no reason for you to suspect otherwise so far, anyway. 

“Are they… friendly?”

Mrs. Helios has given you an ace up your sleeve, and she knows it. “They should be! If they aren’t, telling ‘em Mrs. Helios sent you their way ought to remind them of their manners. I won’t tolerate them being unkind to my neighbors just because I’ve known them for years.” Reaching across the small table, she takes your hand and gives your forearm a gentle but reassuring pat. “You’ll find your footing here in no time, dearie. Don’t you worry.” Her smile lines deepen, and her tone is full of confidence. 

“I hope so…” you reply, sleepy in your optimism.

Not much later, the caf-pot indicates the second cup you’ve set to brew has finished, strengthening the robust aroma wafting through your tiny apartment kitchen. Getting up, you collect the mug full of bitter brew and offer it up to your new neighbor, asking if she’d like some sugar or cream to sweeten it. You should have thought to do the same with your own, but you’d been so desperate for a stimulant after a near-sleepless night that you only waited long enough for it to cool to a more comfortable temperature, at which point it was drunk straight. 

“Oh, that’s a very kind offer, but I’m afraid caf and I don’t agree with one another. I suspect I’m mildly allergic to caffeine; always seem to break out in hives after a cup. You go ahead and have it for me, dear.” Mrs. Helios encourages you. She promises there’s no sense worrying about the possibility of a contact allergy, either. More than one broken cup of caf has been cleaned by her thin fingers throughout her lifetime without ill effect. 

That brings up many questions, she’s all too sure, but you’ll have to find your answers another time. 

“Judging from the amount of boxes, you’re planning to be here for a while. There will be plenty of time to get to know one another better.”

“I came to Coruscant for a career change.” you confess, stirring in a few spoonfuls of sugar into the second cup of caf. “So I hope that’s true.” 

The Tholothian’s expression quickly becomes one of mild interest. “Is that so? And do you have a career lined up for you already?” Interest morphs into gentle disapproval and concern when you tell her there’s no new job lined up yet. “Oh good galaxies, child. That won’t do at all… Coruscant can be such an expensive place to live. Well. In that case, I ought to give you some directions to the nearby career centers before long. You deserve a little time to settle in, first.”

First groceries, then a noise machine and a sizable stack of hand-written advice. Now Mrs. Helios is offering to help you find resources to pick up a new career. You must have accrued and cashed in some seriously good karma or something to have such a helpful neighbor just down the hall. It almost feels too good to be true. You know your family would be as relieved as you are grateful to have met someone so generous and helpful so shortly after moving to Coruscant. 

“Stars, I… I don’t know how to possibly thank you enough, Mrs. Helios...” 

Your neighbor smiles, humored, as she begins gathering her things. She’s taken enough of your time for the day; ought to be on her way and let you get back to setting your apartment in order at your leisure. Boxes that have piled up in the joint search of the caf-maker are kicked aside, helping her get to the door unencumbered. 

“Settle in first. Then you can fuss about thanking me,” the Tholothian tells you with a matronly smile and a deciding nod. “But there’s no pressure. This is new territory for you, dear. Your story is just getting started.”

That’s certainly one way to look at it. “Yeah… I guess you’re right.” you agree softly, returning her pleasant smile. Her words are simple, but so very comforting. You linger at the door, waiting until Mrs. Helios makes it down to 4546Besh before slipping back inside your own apartment with a departing wave. 

She’s absolutely right. 

The day is still young, and with the caf in your system, you should be able to make decent work on emptying these moving boxes if you work in waves. Your first night was rough, but it’s behind you now. Given an incredible leg up by your generous neighbor, tonight should be better. 

And tomorrow, you’ll start properly exploring the planet at the heart of the Galactic Republic.

Starting out this series on the small-side for chapters; be warned that future chapters will (likely) be on the longer end going forward!

2/24/2025 UPDATE: This series will no longer be continued as a reader-insert. It will instead be re-worked and written as a OFC fic going forward. I apologize for the disappointment!

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[sebastianswallows]

The English Client — Thirty-six

— PAIRING: Tom Riddle x F!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: The year is 1952. Tom is working for Borgin and Burkes. He is sent to Rome to acquire three ancient books of magic by any means necessary. One in particular proves challenging to reach, and the only path forward is through a pretty, young bookseller. A foreigner like him, she lives alone, obsessed with her work... until Tom comes into her life.

— WARNINGS: none

— WORDCOUNT: 2.3k

— TAGLIST: @esolean @localravenclaw @slytherins-heir @thiefofthecrowns

I

It wasn’t until the afternoon that she and Tom were free to leave the station. A few of the Baron’s closest friends, among them Signor Luce, had vouched for their presence at the shop the night before, although none of the parties would explain why they were there at all. From the looks exchanged between Inspector Bombulo and the sergeant, they must have suspected something foul. Human trafficking, probably… But nothing that they could accuse the Baron’s wealthy friends of. Caught in the middle of this cavalcade and seeming innocent, they were released.

The two went home together and stayed quiet the whole way. The morning trams had just started running, but they felt none of the exhaustion that they should have. Adrenaline ran its shrill course through both of them. Tom went with her to her flat without even asking and privately dreaded what she’d say when they were finally in the safety of her room, but she prolonged his suffering and continued to say nothing much at all. Every time he looked at her he could see her eyes wide with fear and dark with grim foreboding. She always did love to fret so much, his dear…

“Is my Italian really that bad?” he asked as they were taking their shoes off.

She looked up at him from beneath her lashes and finally smiled. “Not half as bad as your French.”

He was relieved to have even gotten an insult from her — something which only weeks ago would’ve been outrageous to him.

She undressed, then gently stripped the clothes off him as well. Donatien’s clothes. If Tom had much life left in him he would’ve blushed. Without even asking how he’d come to wear them — had she even caught him changing back from the Polyjuice potion? — she threw them to the side and hugged him, skin melting against skin. He read in it apologies and supplications for having kissed Donatien, but could only smile. He had been the one to tempt her, after all.

“It was a horrible night,” she muttered against his chest.

“Oh, I don’t think it was so bad,” said Tom with a thin smile, his arms wrapped around her tightly.

“Of course you don’t. You finally got what you wanted.”

Too proud to ask for her forgiveness, Tom said nothing more, and in the bright morning, they went to bed together. He found that he preferred the silence. If neither of them said a word they could pretend the night had never happened, that everything was just as it was before, and would keep being so without such a fast-approaching end to all of it. But he could feel her holding onto him more tightly than she ever did, and he might’ve done the same. With fingers intertwined, she clasped his hand in hers as if to dream was to risk being cast adrift.

II

They were woken up quite late, at around six in the evening, by the ringing of the telephone. She rolled out of bed like a clumsy little storm and picked up before Tom could even groan.

“Yes?” she sighed. “Hello, mother. Yes, I sound tired because I am. No, I —” A pause in contemplation. “No, you know what, yes, I did just wake up.” The ghost of angry chiding on the other end. “Because I came in late last night. Anyway, how are you?”

Tom, lying on his stomach and so sleepy he could hardly feel his body, turned his head to look at her. There was a different quality to her voice that day, an impetuousness, a sharpness, something consummately stronger. He knew he’d had no part in it but he still felt quite proud.

“No,” she sighed, “I can’t tell you why. Because I can’t. And actually, I don’t even want to tell you. That’s right. Fine then. Fine. Go ahead, hang up.”

She slammed the receiver down as soon as it began to beep. Then, like a naked warrior emerging from the heat of battle, she fell upon the bed and groaned. Tom chuckled as he watched her cuddle close to him again and opened his arms to receive her.

III

“Mmmm… What time is it?”

“Half past one.”

“Damn.”

“I made tea.”

“Is it magic tea?”

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious!”

“Do you want it or not?”

“Yes, please.”

“Then sit up.”

“Thank you…”

“And to answer your question, yes, I did brew it with magic.”

“REALLY???”

“Careful! You’ll spill it!”

IV

The whole day was wasted, at least from Tom’s point of view. He was stared at as if she could just by looking at him discover yet newer and more fascinating things about him. And the questions, the endless questions… She wanted to know where he’d learned everything and could hardly believe that it was in a school. Tom must have made it sound like the most ordinary thing — because, to him, it was. She was expecting, of course, that it was from some hermit living in a cave or a secret cult of witches, or from a book that she too could have found and read. Tom had to tell her with a secret little sting in his heart that it was not possible.

Then, quite reasonably, she wanted to know just what he’d done to Mr. Malfoy.

“I can’t tell you. But it’s harmless, I promise.”

He’d brought the book home as well, still in its decorative box. It amused him how although she’d handled it extensively the night before, now she was too afraid to touch it. She stared at it intensely though after Tom took it out. They made plans together on where to hide it. There was no indication that the Carabinieri would visit them at home but he wanted to prepare just in case.

“I’ll be damned if I let it fall into muggle hands again.”

“What’s a muggle?”

“…Nevermind.”

In the end, he decided to disguise it as a box of matches. It took several minutes for her to close her mouth after she saw him perform the simple spell, and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t cute.

“They’ll get suspicious if they see it and notice you don’t smoke, though,” she said once she came back to her senses. “Especially considering they’re investigating arson at the Baron’s library.”

“…Packet of chewing gum, then.” He’d never before been so happy to have such a clever girlfriend.

“So you can just… change something into something else?”

“Magic would be very dull if it couldn’t even accomplish that, wouldn’t it?”

“And people too?”

“Well…”

“And people too?”

“To be specific, that’s a potion.”

“TOM!”

“OW!” he shouted as she hit him in the arm. He realised now whenever she’d done it before she was only playing at it.

“I knew he sounded strange!”

“The potion doesn’t change your voice, I had to — Ow!”

“And you made me feel bad about it!”

“You chose to feel bad. Ah, stop it!”

Fortunately, she was too distracted with hitting every part of him she could reach to ask what happened to the real Donatien. With any luck, she never would know.

Slowly, as they always did, they made up, and to wash all the unpleasantness out of her mind the faster Tom suggested they go out. They went for a walk, stopping for a quick meal at the first clean restaurant they saw, and by sunset, they found themselves before the Baron’s building.

There was still a little crowd outside and a police car that was empty, but they’d missed most of the fuss. The fire had been contained before it consumed the whole building, but the library was completely destroyed. The newspapers were reporting speculation that the blaze was the result of an occult ritual gone wrong, and by the time the two of them joined the onlookers the latest whisper was that the old man had tried to open a portal to hell. Tom couldn’t be happier.

“I won’t ask why you’re smiling.”

“Good.”

“But I know you shouldn’t.”

“Oh come now, don’t you find it at least a little bit amusing? And fitting?”

“You’re horrid.”

“You’ve only just noticed?”

She sighed but kept holding his hand.

“What happens now?” she asked as they started walking home.

“What do you mean?”

“Will you leave me?”

A lump formed in his throat and he had to force the words out. It was a struggle to speak calmly, smoothly, with no sign of a tremble in his voice.

“I have to.”

“But why?! You’re a… you’re a wizard,” she whispered, even though there was nobody around anymore. “You can live anywhere, do anything!”

“If only it were that simple…”

Her face was such a perfect melding of angry and sad. It was, in fact, perfect in every way.

“You just think I’m not good enough for you, don’t you?” she said, standing before him with heartbroken fury.

The thought had crossed his mind. It was actually one of the favourite things he told himself when he needed a reminder that he’d have to leave. But the longer he searched for an answer for her, the more he was confronted with the looming phantom of a thought — the truth was in fact the opposite: he’d never felt good enough for her.

“Tom,” she sighed, wrapping her arms around herself. “Just tell me…”

“Why? Would it give you great pleasure in hearing it?”

“No,” she said with a pained smile. Her voice wavered with unshed tears. “But I’d rather hear it than keep thinking it. Pull it out of my head and be done with it.”

Her voice struck Tom like a blade, like a talon, like a thorn caught somewhere between his heart and ribs that pained him with every breath. It would’ve been so easy to say it, just as he’d found it easy to think it, but the words got stuck along the way and choked him.

It started snowing just then, the first snow of the year. Neither of them cared to look at it. Her face was veiled behind her foggy breath and slowly stars of snowflakes gathered in the soft canopy of her hair. Tom reached to touch one and let his gloved hand linger until he could cup her face. She stepped closer, a lost doe seeking warmth, and pressed her hands against the lapels of his coat.

“Ask me to come along with you again,” she said. “Ask me one more time, just like you used to.”

He cocked a brow. That was the last thing he had expected her to say. Every time he’d offered she shot him down, and now? She knew just as well as he did that it would look suspicious, given the circumstances. But something in her voice was… desperate. Was she really as in love with him as she seemed to be, or was she just expecting him to get her out of trouble?

“Ask me,” she said again.

“Why? You’ve said no plenty of times.”

In truth, he’d only asked her to join him in England in an attempt to gain her trust — to get closer to the book. The Polyjuice solution had made her no longer necessary as he could get the book from Malfoy directly in a way that satisfied the protection spells around the shop. But standing before him she seemed genuinely hurt in a way Tom couldn’t comprehend — or didn’t want to. He had barely begun to comprehend his own feelings, fraught as they were.

Her jaw was tight, her eyes smouldered, and Tom remained silent and unmoving. Whatever it was she thought, she didn’t say it. Instead, she turned sharply on her heels and left. Or would have. Tom had gripped her elbow and he would not let her go.

“Why do you wish to leave with me? Why now?”

She threw a frown at him, so angry at his rejection that it clouded all her thoughts. She said nothing but it didn’t stop Tom from trying to read her mind.

“Why?” he asked again.

But she ripped herself out of his grip before he could read her thoughts and turned away, trotting through the soft floating snow.

V

He plated the book in front of him and it landed with a gentle thud. With the reverence of a bridegroom on a wedding night, Tom reached down and pulled the cloth away and saw the horrid face of dead dry leather, stitched up, shining in the candlelight. He had to convince himself he was worthy of touching it. It wasn’t every day he read a book written by the devil. He spent a few moments just contemplating the cover, the feel of it, the binding, the scent of an old corpse... Books like this should be savoured. It was like a whole new world one stepped in with their fingers, a mind cracked open like a shout of thunder crashing through the air.

What craftsmanship that had gone into it, what care… Going as far as selecting the right skin for it, the blood to make the ink, the parchment lacquered in black wax to make the pages shine. Someone had loved this book with all the fervour and the pain of a mother giving birth, and throughout its lengthy life so far, it had known many other loves. Obsessive, possessive love, yet reverent as well. It did not escape Tom’s notice that it would make a worthy Horcrux.

But, on the off-chance that it really was written by a demonic being, binding his soul to it might not be such a good idea.

He cracked it open. It groaned. The pages sighed upon being exposed and the front cover fell upon the desk like a foot tapping down. The same devil on the frontispiece waved at him in silence as that which Mr. Malfoy saw.

“Venetiae, apud Aristidem Torchiam & LCF,” he read out loud. Looking more closely, he noticed a thin writing on the foot of the demonic throne, almost less of a text and more of a clawed scribble. “Sic luceat lux… Thus let the light shine.”

[kkochigomi]

siren iv

genre; smut

warnings; sub!reader, dom!jaemin, tit in mouth, cunnilingus, rough PIV, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (it was an accident this time), PLEASE DON'T WATCH THIS AS AN INDICATER OF MY SKILL OR REGULAR QUALITY IT'S JUST FOR FUNSIES, IT'S LITERALLY UNEDITED PLS

preface; what the caps said in the warnings^

siren masterlist

“Do you guys think we’ll get a say this time?” Yunho asks from his bed as he stares up at the ceiling.

Mingyu shrugs, licking his bottom lip to conceal his smirk. “I dunno.” He stretches before resting his arms behind his head. 

“Isn’t the whole point of the show that the girls take control.” Taehyun grunts, curling the dumbbell in his right hand toward his chest. 

“Of course you don’t care.” Jake mumbles.

The tone sounds and everyone halts except Taehyun.

“Will Jaemin, Mingyu, Yunho, and Jake please make their way to the living room.”

The reactions range from laughter, shock, to loaded sighs.

“D’you care now– why’d I even ask.” Jake stops himself once he sees Taehyun switch to a plank. 

Once downstairs, they notice four tables with envelopes on them. Only one has more than one envelope.

“Please stand at the table with your name on it.”

All four men stand atop the platform where they’re assigned. “Open your envelopes.”

Jaemin pulls out his note quickly, hoping to finally find out what’s going on. 

‘Your garnet gal ;)’ Jaemin shudders at the cheesiness but can’t get rid of his smile.

“In order to head out on a special date, you must correctly guess who wrote you the note. If you have more than one, feel free to choose.”

-🖊️⇝

The tone sounds again, this time in the ladies’ room. 

“Will Chaeyeon and ___ please make their way to the living room.”

Everyone reacts in confusion except for Chaeyeon, who doesn’t even look up from her book. Roseanne and Yizhuo wave goodbye hesitantly at the both of you.

When you get down there, Mingyu and Jaemin are waiting for you both. You smile at Jaemin, hoping he saw your horrible note. 

“Men, pair up with your woman.” 

Mingyu smiles at you as he steps down from the platform and your heart jumps. Is he coming over to you?

He passes by and you nearly fall to your knees in relief. You lean slightly on Jaemin once he stands beside you.

Chaeyeon and Mingyu leave first in a separate car. Yours pulls up shortly after. You groan in the backseat. “What now.”

“I know, I hate when they’re secretive about stuff.”

“Why were you two downstairs?” You grasp at straws to get some semblance of understanding. 

“There were originally four of us, everyone but Taehyun. We had to guess who these notes were from.”

Your face lights up as you turn toward him. He scowls at you. “Yes I got your stupid note.” As soon as you open your mouth to respond he’s talking over you with vague positive responses. 

“I have so much rizz don’t I?”

“Ye- absolutely not.” His face pinches in disgust. “I never want to hear you say that word again.”

You don’t get to rebut as you notice where the car is stopping. “An amusement park?!”

The two of you practically sprint into the indoor park, discovering that it’s been rented out for just the two of you. This time you take the reins, as amusement parks are your expertise.

“First you want to get on a ride close to the entrance. It stops you from wasting the beginning of your trip by walking around, and it gets your heart rate up right away.” You blab on all the way to the train. You settle in your seat and notice you’ve been the only person talking for the past ten minutes. You throw a cautious glance at Jaemin who’s smiling at you. 

“Got any more info?”

You smack his arm, feeling butterflies unrelated to being strapped into a rollercoaster. He’s fucking with you, he’s not actually interested. You puff air into your cheeks. 

“Clear for takeoff.”

Without having to account for line lengths, parts of your routine are useless. You usually just get the most popular ones out of the way. 

“Let’s ride this one!” Jaemin points out yet another thrill ride. The joke you have about him being an adrenaline junkie fails to come out. You chalk it up to letting him have fun and not you being drawn in by his smile. When he smiles genuinely, it brings a new energy to his entire demeanor. 

So you refrain from making jabs at him, feeling giddy about him doing the same. The thought of him genuinely enjoying your company makes it feel like you’re floating. While walking to the exit you– despite only thinking it happened in movies– feel the urge to pinch yourself. Your brain is refusing to ground itself.

In the car you inch your pinky toward his. You’re clearly still in la-la-land if you’re making such a bold move. Past you from middle and high school are screaming in dread and anticipation. You snap your head away, not wanting to see the results but still not chickening out. Your hand flinches when you feel his pinky wrapping around yours.

You can feel his eyes on you but your neck is suddenly locked in place. An intoxicating feeling bubbles to the surface until it forces a grin onto your face. Jaemin reaches to hold your entire hand and his skin sears yours. 

Again you’re distracted by where you’re being pulled into. It’s not the beach house, it’s a hotel. The building stretches high enough that your neck cranes back far to observe it. There’s a striking pop of red that disrupts the black exterior. That extends to the inside once you and Jaemin get to your room. The entire room is exclusively black and red with the exception of the cream floors. It’s sophisticated, eye-catching, seductive. Maybe that’s your adrenaline still soaring while Jaemin still holds your hand. With only amusement park snacks in your system, you and Jaemin jump to the hotel menu. Jaemin whispers off things to order while you relay them to the woman on the phone. 

“Patbingsu.” Jaemin whispers what feels like the fiftieth food item and you can’t help snorting into the receiver. This poor woman and poor whoever that has to gather this viking feast.

The person who has to edit the footage of you two eating will most likely hate you guys. It’ll just consist of caveman grunts as you both scarf down as much food as you can until you can’t take anymore. You guys do talk, but only to gush over how amazing the food is. 

“Chaeyeon and Mingyu are great, but this is what I’m talking about.” You say as you near the end of the feast. 

“Yup.” Jaemin lets out a satisfied sigh as he leans back in his chair. “I was holding my tongue.”

“No you weren’t.” Oh god. You quickly seal your lips but it’s too late. You just know the editor just sat up in their chair. “You complimented Chaeyeon.”

Jaemin nods, thinking hard as chews the remnants of his final bite. “I was being nice, the meat was a little gray and dry.” He just shrugs and wipes off his hands. That ended clean enough, so just drop it. 

“What do you think Chaeyeon’s note was?” You snicker, playing it off as lighthearted curiosity. Jaemin laughs as well. “Imagine if she did an acrostic poem?” 

You both look at each other before bursting into an even bigger fit of laughter. 

He catches his breath, “Charming, Hot, Adorable, Enchanting–”

“Is that so?” You tilt your head into the air and tongue your cheek. He dramatically rolls his eyes. “Tell us how you really feel Jaemin.” Fake it until you make it is a very important mantra for you. However, no matter how much you pretend you’re joking, you can’t get rid of the annoyance.

“I’m sorry ma’am–”

“I’m going to bed.” You announce with your arms crossed. You hear him call after you before hearing his feet speed toward you. Your heart lurches as you run away from him, the adrenaline coming back with a startled giggle. You look back to see he’s much closer than you thought and shriek. Before you can maneuver around the bed he’s already wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“Where are you going?” He whispers hotly in your ear. You squirm, nerve endings throughout your body bursting with energy. His mouth brushing your ear makes your core clench. You gasp, pulling away from him. 

“I’m going to take a shower. Are you gonna chase me there too?” You say, trying to straighten out the shakiness in your voice. You glance back, your curiosity getting the best of you only to see him smirking. He grabs the bottom hem of his shirt before pulling over his head. He captures his bottom lip with his teeth.

“Maybe.”

Energy flutters through you, making you shove the door closed with more strength than you intend. If you weren’t a wimp, you’d take a cold shower. There’s no way you can play with yourself tonight, and if he keeps riling you up like this it’ll be the only thing you can do. Your sudsy hands travel over your body, inching toward your heat. You stop yourself, he probably needs to get in the bathroom too. 

When you come out he’s sitting on the bed in only a towel. 

“What are you doing?” You gasp, approaching him frantically. You cover him up with a pillow which he throws away with a chuckle. 

“Do you remember what I said?”

You’re too flustered and your body feels so hot. You don’t get the chance to discover what he’s talking about before he explains himself.

“I took my shirt off, joked about coming into the bathroom with you, and now we’re both here basically naked. The cameras have been off.” 

You’re shoved back to that moment outside of the bathroom. It was so brief when he had you holding your breath, wondering if he was seriously going to come in with you. Except this time it’s much longer, and you’re much closer. Your faces are hovering close while you both have flimsy cloths protecting your modesty.

“So?” He asks and you wish he hadn’t. You don’t want to verbalize what you want. Ultimately you don’t want to have to explain to your mother why you basically have a sex tape on television. You clench your eyes shut, desperately wanting that thought to fade away. 

“Are you hot?” Jaemin tries, resting his hands on your shoulders. Your eyes flutter open. It’s hard to think of anything with him touching you. And yes, now that he’s drawn your attention to it, your body is burning up. You nod and his brows jump, but he doesn’t do anything. You thought that was the ideal outcome a few minutes ago. You’d both narrowly escape this risky situation and get to bed. But you wouldn’t be able to sleep. You wouldn’t be able to huddle under the covers because of the fire burning you up. You desperately need to cool down. And you need help.

You slowly untie your robe, heart thumping as his eyes travel down. Jaemin finishes the job by slipping the fabric down your shoulders. The action is slow but is followed by him yanking you onto his lap. The yelp you go to let out is caught in your throat once you feel him under you. 

He throws his head back, leaning forward again only to take you in. You felt vulnerable then, but even more so when he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. His mouth is plush and warm, interrupted by the sharp sensation of him biting you. All that you can manage are fragmented whimpers as your body attempts to register each sensation. He loops his arms around your waist tight as you arch into his mouth. He switches in between the two, giving them an equal amount of love

Your moans grow until they’re no longer fragmented and you’re grinding into him unabashedly. You’ve only felt a tongue in your mouth, never had you imagined how good it would feel elsewhere. Jaemin is vastly different from your first. From the way he flips you over and kisses down your body to his sinful eyes as he reaches your heat. You’re so, so hot. You crave his tongue to put out the fire. When he laves at your slit, it’s almost like you can hear the hiss of a fire being extinguished. Silky spit coats your lower lips as he tongues you open. It feels immoral to feel this good. Especially from something so disgusting. The sound, the slimy sensation, his mouth being latched on to an area it wasn’t made for.

It’s so good that your moans become pained, unable to contain how good you feel. You’re about to cum harder than you have in your whole life. Harder than your ex ever made you cum, that’s for sure. And so you giggle as you’re right on the cusp. 

“I’m gonna cum–”

And then he kisses back up your body, dark eyes and mussed hair complimenting his cocky grin. Annoying you further. He pushes his tip in before you can complain. He’s so thick you think he may just not go in. But then he pulls back before slipping in further, your cunt sucking him in. You shudder out a moan, choking on it as he starts smacking his hips against yours. You wonder how thick these walls are, just how separated you are from the other people on this floor. Can they hear you screaming out and the bed frames banging against the wall?

A slightly frightening thought intercepts in your mind. Your neck cranes, checking every corner of the room.

Jaemin laughs, “Are you looking for cameras?”

You stare at him doe eyed as if you’ve been caught doing something bad. It should be easy to say yes with the reason being obvious. But you nod again, afraid to speak.

“Yeah? Are you afraid they’re watching us right now? Or…” Jaemin slams forward, sheathing fully inside you and knocking the air out of you. He stays in that suffocating position, stuffed fully into your guts as he leans down. “Are you excited by that?”

He wraps his hand around your throat, looking at you as if he already knows the answer. 

“How many people do you think are monitoring the cameras? Making sure we’re not in danger only to find my cock deep inside you.” He exhales hotly on your cheek and you bite your lip, overflowing with arousal. 

“I can feel you clenching. What a pretty slut you are.” He mutters next to your ear. A squeeze of your throat sends arousal gushing out of you, catching you both by surprise. Your hips snap up, legs trembling as your orgasm is squeezed out of you. 

“Dirty girl.” He sneers, keeping his grip on your throat as you ride out your high.

[kudzuoath]

Breath and Omniscience

Temperance goes down in battle. Gale doesn’t take it well. 

cw: for blood, injuries, possibly body horror? I don't think I'm particularly graphic but I'm warning you just in case.

–--

I miscalculated, is all he can think. I know that spell. I know it. But I miscalculated.

He spotted the enemy sorcerer’s familiar movements and knew the spell immediately. Had known exactly how much power to imbue his counter with.

Only he’d been wrong.

Temperance lay face down in a pool of her own blood and melting shards of ice. She wasn’t moving. He couldn’t tell if she was breathing.

“Either help her or do something useful, wizard, this battle isn’t done yet!”

Jaheira. Tearing past him, blood running down the side of her face, sabres slick with gore. All of them were hurting. They were used to Temperance taking point and drawing fire – but Jaheira was the next best thing with their paladin down. With an explosion of feathers and a piercing shriek, she proved it by shifting into an owlbear and savaging the enemy barbarian.

Gale only had eyes for the sorcerer across the way. Temperance was still surrounded. If he tried to help her now, they’d both go down. It still took something vital from him to leave her laying there.

It wasn't cowardice, but rationality.

He hated himself for thinking logically anyway. His hands itched to lay on her and find her pulse. To prove life.

No, he couldn’t run to her.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t make the bastards bleed.

Or rather, burn.

Gale didn’t tug at the weave so much as tear at it, teeth barred and fingers rigid claws as he spun a mote of fire into a raging maelstrom. The sorcerer’s scream when the world exploded around him did nothing to assuage Gale’s thundering heartbeat, or the cold chill of terror slinking down his spine.

She cannot die. I won’t allow it.

He had no spells of healing. And little knowledge of it. He’d rarely found cause to regret that fact. Until now.

His hands blurred. His throat went raw. His typically meticulous composition of the weave burning him as the spells slipped through his fingers and out into the world. Inflicting the bane of any element he could muster upon their worthless hides.

Temperance, Temperance, Temperance, don’t be dead.

The rest of the fight blurred. It might have lasted seconds. It might have lasted hours – though that wasn’t likely. All he knew was the second their last enemy fell he was running. Shoving bodies off of his Paladin with a strength he didn’t know he had. His feet slid through the mud made from Temperance’s blood, and the spell that took her down. The scent of it hung sharp and copper in the air. And when he saw her face – too pale, too still, his fingers went numb.

“Now is no time to die,” he chastised. His own voice felt distant.

Jaheira knelt beside him. Without speaking she reached through the cradle of his arms and laid softly glowing hands on the wound in Temperance’s chest.

“That is a lot of blood,” Astarion commented.

Gale noted with the same distant way he noted everything at the moment how far away the vampire sounded.

Good. Good of him to keep his distance now.

“Come on little hero, get up,” Jaheira muttered. The glow grew brighter. He could see the threads of the weave thickening into small rivers of magic as the druid pumped more energy into the spell.

Temperance’s eyes flickered. The bubbling wheezing quality of her breath lessened. And something horrible gnawing at his heart unstuck its teeth.

“Temperance?”

She groaned and weakly flapped her hand until it landed on one of his arms. “Hate… fainting,” she mumbled.

“Ha! You did something little more dramatic than a mere faint,” Jeheira said. “I think you almost caused your Gale a breakdown.”

His paladin mumbled something he couldn’t decipher, a stream of disjointed syllables that might well have been infernal. Then she cracked one eye – the purple one – to look at him. A dazed smile crossed her face.

“‘Lo, Gale.”

Her lips were blue. And she was a tiefling with a typically human skin tone.

"Temperance," he said, voice breaking.

Jaheira stood. She said… something not particularly important to Astarion like ‘give them a moment’ and then both rogue and druid were. Elsewhere. Not important. Gale could only stare. His hand – trembling, he realized – went to her face. He tried to wipe away some of the blood. All he managed was to smear it around a little.

“I don’t think my heart can take you doing that again,” he said. And even these words felt too distant, too far away. There was a roaring in his ears like the sea in a tempest. “Please… don’t… don’t do that again.”

Temperance reached for him like her arms weighed two hundred pounds. It took her a try or two before her hands landed in his hair. Rougher than she likely meant to, she pulled him down into a kiss.

It tasted of blood, and he mostly missed her lips with her shoddy aim. And when he found those lips with his, they were still too cold. It took everything in him not to crush her against him. She was still hurt. They needed to get her to Shadowheart, to camp, to rest.

“You’re alive,” he murmured against her skin. Over and over. Lips brushing her forehead, her temple, the end of her nose.

And she seemed to be trying to comfort him. Her hands must have woken at some point, for now he became aware of her fingers carding through his hair.

“I’m alive,” she agreed hoarsely. Then with a touch of sternness – “Gale… breathe. If you pass out… on top of me right now… I don’t think I can move you.”

His laugh ripped out of him. He buried his head in her neck, breathing in the bloody scent of her. Under the copper were the familiar scents of leather, and something herbal and minty from the soap she used. It grounded his panicked heart still further to find her skin warming here.

Temperance hooked her arms around him in a hug.

“Breathe,” she admonished again. “Come on, Gale of Waterdeep. It’s the easiest thing in the world – breathe.”

This laugh sounded a little less mad. And the shake to his limbs was starting to settle.

“I am… so sorry. I am so sorry. I thought I had that spell. I thought I knew –”

She shifted, finding his face with hers. Pressed their foreheads together. Later he’d realize how distressingly sticky it was, from all the blood. At least they were right by a water source. Even if it was probably salted.

“You’re not omniscient,” she scolded. “You didn’t cast it.”

Not omniscient, no. Not yet.

But he could be.

The idea was not a new one. He couldn’t say it was stronger than it had been before either – but the pale, bloodless face of Temperance was certainly adding fuel to the fire that had lit inside him shortly after he chose life over forgiveness.

He closed his eyes, and leaned into her touch.

“I promise you, I will do better,” he said. “Be better.”

Be who she deserved.

Her chilly hand on his cheek. Black claw points pressing into his skin just slightly, just enough to get his attention.

Temperance’s eyes weren’t clear exactly, but she was looking at him with a fierce stubbornness he’d come to recognize. And with so much warmth below all that worry. Her knit brow, her half smile.

“I understand.” And she would, wouldn’t she? There’d been times where she was the last one fighting.

Never again.

He was never letting that happen again.

[controversycentral]

Effective altruism is, at its most basic level, evidence-based charity. Sure, some people in the community have all kinds of radical speculative ideas, but the basic premise seems worth keeping.

Removing all forms of pain is a terrible idea, because pain is a crucial warning signal necessary for preventing injury. Future people will hopefully still jerk back their hands after touching a hot stove. Improving everyone's quality of life will almost certainly never involve removing all forms of pain. Removing horrible and never-wanted diseases like dementia, on the other hand…

You are correct that redesigning nature to thrive without predation and violence would take a very, very long time to pull off without making things much worse. I doubt that humanity could make any progress towards that in the next century. Terraforming is hard, as it turns out. We should not try to fundamentally redesign nature until we at least know we can do it without jeopardizing the biosphere. Maybe we can wait until after we fix climate change…which, at this rate, will take centuries.

More thoughts below the break.

Simply destroying an ecosystem and everything in it would contradict the entire point of redesigning nature: compassion. Nature is a “Darwinian House of Horrors” because of how horrible it is to its inhabitants. Someday it would be great if we could free (at least some) nonhumans from the horrifying levels of arbitrary suffering that are ubiquitous in their “natural” lives. Improving their quality of life would eventually require fundamentally changing ecosystems, but right now I don't think we reasonably could try to change much.

Aging is a disease by any reasonable definition. Curing it will heal an unimaginable amount of suffering. Hopefully it would also prevent horrible age-related diseases, especially dementia. The only reason we haven't cured aging yet is because of its extreme difficulty. Once we find a (safe) cure for aging, that cure should be given to everyone who wants it. The only objections that come to mind are (a) the possibility of unequal access to the cure, and (b) fascist talking points like "overpopulation."

Genetic engineering should not be used to “cure” neurodivergence. Instead, we should only (offer to) “cure” aspects that neurodivergent people don't want. For example, my understanding is that nearly everyone with ADHD hates having executive dysfunction. So at a bare minimum, neurodivergent people should have the option to cure their executive dysfunction once a cure exists. Preventing executive dysfunction by using germline engineering seems more ethically questionable due to consent issues, but I suspect it's still reasonable to consider.

Eradicating the capacity for cruelty in humans sounds based as fuck. By "cruelty" here I primarily mean sadism as well as xenophobia and other forms of bigotry against marginalized people. We should at least try to reduce those kinds of cruelty in wealthy and powerful people.

I have to say it does make me really depressed and even more worried for the future that any human being is actually capable of thinking we should eliminate all forms of violence from all wild animal species. The first time I saw someone saying this I thought they were satirizing PETA or something, inventing an extreme conclusion to animal rights as a joke. Now I know it's a real philosophical movement increasingly popular with a bunch of rich tech people who go around giving speeches at universities about how we should just flood the natural world with GMO's to try and "herbivorize predators," wipe out all parasites, cure all disease, eliminate aging and remove just all forms of pain or even competition from all ecosystems. "But that will just DESTROY those ecosystems" you say. Yeah they know and they want that too. They call nature things like "The Darwinian House of Horrors" and dream of a future where the entire planet is a tightly controlled, deathless biotech zoo. "But we shouldn't worry because that's impossible anyway" yes, yes it is, but it's entirely possible to release genetically altered organisms into the wild and these people already talk about "starting small" with CRISPR experimentation. There's already corporations testing GM mosquitoes that can't bite anymore. As soon as any of these fuckoffs get access to enough money and backing they're going to attempt that with an eagle or a shark or a big cat, and they're probably going to find out the hard way that their idea won't work the way they want it to but in the meantime they'll quite possibly cause an extinction or two, and then they're going to just keep trying it again. This is in their little ted talks and thinkpieces. They think everything's already doomed anyway and that if they accidentally wipe out a species it just won't matter because extinctions are natural and at least that species is no longer suffering. They call their movement things like "compassionate biology" and "effective altruism," in case you're wondering what to look out for. They've got all sorts of web communities for it, like this one. but before you go thinking they're just animal rights fanatics, DON'T WORRY! They do in fact include humans in their plans! They think gene editing should also be put towards the eradication of all disability, neurodivergence, or maybe even "capacity for cruelty" in humans! They sit around wanking all day about their eugenicist dream zombie utopia :) :) :) did I mention lots of them are actually rich with actual corporate and academic connections lololol

[jaylaxies]

PLEASURE PRINCIPLES

PAIRING : masseur!jay x fem!reader

GENRE : smut, unprotected sex (use protection y'all), fingering, use of word 'madam', jay being a gentleman, strangers to fwb, semi-public sex.

SYNOPSIS : after a long and stressful year of university, your friend convinces you to get a massage, letting you know how good their services are. you agree and gave it a try, not knowing that the massage you'll get will be life changing.

WC : 2.5k words

WARNING : 18+ content, minors dni.

A/N : hihi! aaa i can't believe i have 2k of y'all now <3 i wanted to write this concept for so long and it's finally here now as a thank you to y'all for supporting me this far! i hope y'all enjoy it :D all likes, reblogs, comments and feedbacks are highly appreciated ᥫ᭡

dishevelled hair, dark eyes bags and a small frown plastered upon your face. that's what your mirror reflected back at you, the frown soon turning into a pout. university has been horrible to you, constant exams and myriad of assignments left no time for you to take care of yourself and it clearly showed.

so when the exams finally did end a day before yesterday, all you did was–sleep, waking up only to order food from your favourite restaurant and eating while gushing about your new idol crushes, only to go back to sleep again.

'uni is all fun and parties' your older friends had told you while you were in highschool. "a bunch of liars." you rolled your eyes, trying to understand if the person in the mirror was actually you.

your ringtone snapped you out of your self-staring session. you picked it up without checking the caller id, knowing there's only one person who'd call you.

"hey, yeji." you greeted, no zeal in your voice.

"y/n! why do you sound so–" she paused, "lifeless?" she wondered out loud.

"the question is, how are you so energetic after those hell of exams?" you groaned, throwing yourself on the bed again.

"please don't tell me you've been sleeping ever since exams finished?" she asked, well knowing that it's exactly what you did.

guilty, you just shrugged your shoulders, forgetting that she won't be able to see it. the silence said it all and yeji sighed, changing the topic.

"i got a massage from the spa shop that opened recently." she squealed, always excited about self pampering.

"the one everyone's been gushing about on campus?" you asked, your eyebrow perking up on its own. yeji nodded as if you could see her.

"it's called luscious lather! it's as fancy as the name suggests. that place is so fucking cool, i could get weekly massages there!" she spoke all too fast and you were sure she was smiling from the way she spoke.

weekly massages? it sounded tiring to you, the same thing happening over and over again? what would be so amazing about it?

she continued before you could reply, "they gave me a coupon to use for my next visit—which i'll be giving to you, i bet you look no less than a zombie right now and that massage is all you need to be my angel y/n again!" she finalized.

"wait–" your eyes widened at the sudden situation.

"i'm sending you the e-coupon right away and fixing an appointment for you, be there at 3pm tomorrow!" she screamed before hanging up. typical yeji, you thought, smiling at her antics.

a massage didn't sound so bad considering how stiff your body had become at such an early age. maybe you should have exercised a bit more.

you grabbed your laptop, trying to search for the said spa. several images popped up, it looked modernly royal, the perfect aesthetic for you.

as per the photos, it had a big reception area and different rooms for each kind of package/deal. the last pic however grabbed your attention the most; the staff. each of them looked stunning, this is probably why the spa is talk of the town.

one of them stood out to you, his jawline being too sharp to ignore. strong jaw structure and deep brown eyes, that's all you could see by zooming in the low quality picture.

a text 'ding' brought you back to reality, you had stared at the attractive stranger for a bit too long. the notification was of yeji, she had sent the coupons.

yeji ᥫ᭡ :

*attached image*

have fun tmrw bb ;)

me :

will do, thank you babe ;)

the wink emoticon was confusing to say the least, it was just a massage after all, wasn't it? without much ponder, you decided to sleep yet again, a better way to skip time till tomorrow. your tired body gladly accepted the rest, going into a deep slumber in just a few minutes.

•••••

2:45 pm, you were standing in front the huge spa. the plot being bigger than what you had initially expected. the automated doors slid open, a gush of cold air hitting your face in the bliss. you could sense the change in your surroundings, dark counters and plush sheets indicating how posh it was.

the aroma screamed luxury and serenity, you walked over to the receptionist, a young lady with her hair tied up in the most perfect ponytail you've ever come across.

"hello ma'am! how may i help you today?" she questioned, a smile plastered onto her face which screamed business.

"hello, i've got a massage appointment under the name of y/n, please." you smiled back at her.

a few seconds of her checking and soon, you were being guided into one of the massage rooms by a guy with the prettiest moles on his face, you assumed he'd be the one who's assigned for your massage.

"you can change here, madam, your masseur will be here shortly." he handed you a single towel, showing you the way of changing room and leaving after flashing you a beautiful smile.

you were a bit disappointed that he wasn't your masseur but you looked forward to who it was now. you stripped down and wrapped the towel around you, sitting down on the sofa near the spa bed and scrolling through your phone as you waited.

a knock made you aware that your masseur was here. you softly said 'come in' and the door opened, revealing a tall man. the same man you saw in photos yesterday to be more precise.

"welcome to luscious lather, madam. i'm jay and i'll be your masseur today." he spoke in his low, deep voice.

you smiled at him for his honorific filled tone, thanking him with your expressions. you took a moment to take his appearance in as he took out all oils and towels he needed for the activity.

his jawline was sharp as you saw in the blurry photo, his face ethereal as if he was carved by gods themselves. your stare wasn't subtle which caused jay's lip to twitch from the corner.

he came closer to you, "you can lay down now, miss." he spoke, his mere voice sending shivers down your spine. you were in trouble and you knew it.

a sudden awareness struck your mind, you had to be naked in front of this attractive man, and he had to touch you. the basics of massage, right? but why were you so scared?

you laid down, still in your towel which had to be removed for further continuation. jay gently removed your towel, leaving you naked and your cheeks flushed. you noticed how his eyes lingered for a second too long on your body before he covered your breasts and pelvic region with two neatly half folded towels, barely hiding your intimate areas.

you tried to focus on the soft music and the faint aroma in the room but no avail, your eyes kept flickering back to jay. even in his plain white t-shirt, he looked attractive. he placed a rolled towel under your head to support you. soon, he poured oil on your shoulders, spreading it by softly massaging that area.

his touch was soothing yet powerful enough for your muscles to relax, all your knots started to open up, as his fingers digging into your skin pleasurably. you noticed a small pout on his face as he concentrated on his given work.

soon, his hands moved from your shoulders near your neck, gently massaging your sensitive clavicle, moving down to your boobs, but never once touching them. it was like all your workload suddenly went south, your body finally losing months of pent up tension. it went on for a good few minutes, all your knots opening up one by one, sending your body into bliss, you never knew you needed this.

you sighed, content with jay's large hands working on your body. he stopped to gather more warm oil in his hands, going down and massaging your thighs, now, kneading your flesh with expertise.

midst of his work, jay couldn't help but focus on how sensitive your body was. he worked on your inner thighs, the squeezes turning you on, making you close your legs to the maximum amount possible. jay noticed that. despite maintaining his decorum and professionalism, he couldn't abstain but imagine how your body would shiver against his.

biting his lip, he spread your legs, to massage further, of course. your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him near your cunt, fingers digging painfully close to your wetness, making you hiss out a curse.

"everything alright, madame?" he asked, a subtle smirk plastered on his devilishly attractive face.

"yeah! of course!" your eyes flew open, not expecting a question, voice suddenly high pitched. safe to say, you were embarrassed, but at the same time, you never wanted this feeling to end.

his dark eyes pierced into yours, as he continued to move his hand, so close but not once touching your now throbbing core. he hadn't even done anything and yet you were pathetically clenching around nothing. your breathing sped up, and before you knew it, a whimper left your mouth.

your eyes widened to see jay fully smirking now, biting his lip alongside. your body shivered under his touch, as he poured oil on your pussy, removing the barely there towel, leaving your lower body naked.

you weren't sure if this was included in your package but you were willing to take anything this man had to offer you. his thumb softly circled around your clit, looking at you in the process. you couldn't help but let out a soft moan, looking at jay with need.

"please." you croaked out with flushed cheeks.

"please what, madam?" he politely asked, not once forgetting his manners yet, seemingly cocky, making you word out your needs. 

through his actions went opposite to his words, his fingers now circling your clit faster, "oh fuck–" you had cried out loud.

"shh, we don't want others knowing now, do we?" he spoke, already semi hard with your pretty voices.

you were glad to know that he was on the same page but, it wasn't enough for you.

"want more." you whined at the slow pace of his fingers which teased your entrance.

"as you wish, madam." he spoke, getting closer and spreading your legs further, inserting two digits at once.

you clenched around his fingers as he pumped into you mercilessly, as if trying to finger fuck all the stress out of you. low moans resounded the room, toes curling as you reached the brink of your orgasm. jay felt you shivering under his touch, so he decided to take it a step further, rubbing your clit with his thumb, stimulating you further.

"ah, please don't stop!" you gasped at how he made a simple orgasm feel so intense.

and he didn't stop, making your back arch and legs quiver by the time you reached your climax. the knot in your stomach finally coming down freely on jay's fingers. you couldn't think straight for the next few minutes, breathing deeply to reach down from the euphoria.

meanwhile, jay was painfully hard, your low moans, fucked up expression and red watery eyes were enough for him to lose his sanity. this was the first time he went against his customer service policy and he wasn't regretting it one bit.

"tell me what you want." jay asked, carrying you to the couch next to your massage table and gently putting you down, brushing stray hair away from your face.

"is sex massage therapy a thing?" your hormones were speaking by now, making jay let out a pretty smile.

"let's discover it, shall we, madam?" he raised his brow, making you nod at once, still eager.

within seconds, he was naked on top of you, kissing and fondling with your breasts, massaging it in all the right ways. his cock rubbed against your wet core, sending shivers down your spine.

you had booked a stress relieving massage, and that's exactly what you were getting, his hands not leaving your body even once, giving you the outmost pleasure you're ever received.

you felt him prod at your entrance, kissing you straight before filling you up with his dick. the kiss successfully blocked the loud moan which you were eager to let out. jay was huge, he filled you up deliciously, rocking his hips back and forth until he was buried in you.

you held his broad shoulders for support, hands slowly gripping his silky hair in a fist. he groaned, particularly loving this gesture.

you let out a sob, clenching around his length as you felt another knot building up in your stomach. jay thrusted powerfully, heightening the sensation and further providing you bliss.

"jay–" you gasped, every part of your body was sensitive to the core. jay rubbing your clit only added more to it.

he loved it, the way his name rolled off your tongue, further encouraging him to do more. heat pooled your cheeks, being fucked by your hot masseur was never something you had expected to happen. though, you weren't opposed to this idea anymore.

"that's it, y/n, cum for me." he finally called out your name, chasing his own high alongside. you felt him twitch around you.

jay silenced you with a kiss yet again as you creamed his cock, toes curling with pleasure as you hit your second orgasm.

jay pulled out, emptying himself all over your stomach. he sat down to regain his breathing as he dick grew soft again.

you realised that you won't be able to see massage in any other way anymore.

jay realised that he won't be able to treat you much as just a client anymore, yet he stood up, helping you back on the massage bed and cleaning you up.

"that was nice." you softly spoke.

"glad to be of your service, madam." jay joked around making you laugh.

he made sure to complete the massage, cleaning you up and mentally making a note to get your number from the receptionist computer. you stared at him the whole time he did his work, highly nervous because no one had made you feel this relaxed with sex before.

you knew you won't be able to stop yourself from coming back to luscious lather. afterall, you weren't sure if anyone else could top the satisfaction jay gave you.

"you can dress up again, someone will soon be here to escort you out. have a great day, madam." he said it all with a smile, seemingly professional as if he didn't fuck you 15 minutes back. you let out a small thank you and he winked before leaving you alone. the same guy with pretty moles came to escort you out, smiling and wishing you a good day.

you had to take a cab back home as your body felt like a puddle with all the stiffness and stress gone. you knew you had to go back, you had to meet him again.

maybe you had liked jay a little too much because, soon you found yourself booking an appointment again for the next week.

weekly massages didn't sound bad to you afterall.

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[sykokittyy]

Could I request a Steve Harrington x reader where he secretly rents pron from the family video and Y/N finds out? Like they aren’t mad, they’re just surprised and maybe make fun of him a little bit. You can decide what happens next I just need to get this idea out of my head lol 

Okay I think this anonymous ask meant renting porn off like Cable Tv , but if you didn’t mean this then I am really sorry lmao! But thank you for the ask!

Porno Flicks

Steve Harrington X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Male-Masturbation, Oral, C🥛M Eating, Smut kinda :)

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Today was a very stressful day and with everything that was going on within Hawkins and his friend group, and his relationship with Y/N. He felt that he need some sort of stress relief. He and Y/N haven’t been having sex as of yet because Steve was always working at the movie store with Robin, while Y/N on the other hand had to look out after Eddie and the rest of their friend group. So a couple days ago he decided that he was going to rent a VHS tape off of his family tv cable, and rent a porno for creamy sessions with himself. Because for one, he knew that his parents wasn’t going to be home NO time soon, so he basically had the whole house to himself, and for two, he was just a horny fuck that wants to stroke his dick without any interruptions while thinking of Y/N of course.

Steve met up with Y/N on their way out of school so that way they could talk about their day, and have some quality time with each other and talking about how horrible Tammy sounded at the pep rally. Oh my god, you couldn’t agree more with Steve about how she sounded like a muppet singing in high notes. You just knew that the veterans that had passed on were happy they were dead so they couldn’t hear that shit. Steve and Y/N laughed and talked about how Eddie had got himself in some deep shit with Chrissy. The police were still looking for him and so was Jason and damn near the whole basketball team. Thank god Lucas warned y’all in time while y’all were at the school with Max, but it seems like when one problem is decreasing, here comes some other bullshit that’s trying to happen. You noticed that he was kind’ve in a rush to get somewhere but you thought that maybe he was just in a rush to get to work and you didn’t pay any mind to it. So you kissed him goodbye, and watched him drive out of the school parking lot.

Steve drove to his house in excitement. Now don’t get him wrong, Steve loves you, but if you kept talking for 5 more seconds he felt like he was going to bust in his pants, so he had to get away. He soon drives up in his driveway and gather up his book bag and his keys, and sprinted out the car to the door. He then runs to his room and put down his book bag and keys. He proceeds to grab his bottle of lotion and runs back to the living room and flops on the couch. He then grabs the remote and turned on the tv then went to to the VHS porno that he rented a couple day prior. He presses play and starts to watch the porno. The porno was basically about pizza guy delivering pizza to a woman and the woman basically was flirting with him and invited him in so she could “eat something else that wasn’t on the menu”. It came to a part where the woman started undressing her self teasingly for the pizza delivery guy. She started unbuttoning her shirt showing her cleavage in her bra to the man, and it was in that very moment where he started imagining that very moment that Steve start imagining that was you undressing yourself for him. He drooled at the thought of it. He slowly starts to unbutton his trousers and unzips the zipper of his pants as he watches the woman unclasp her bra.

Steve couldn’t help but imagine that her nipples were your nipples that he was looking at. Steve then slowly proceeded to pull himself from his boxers. The head of his dick oozing of pre-cum and angry red from his arousal of thinking about all the naughty things you could do for him. He watches as the woman took off her pants and panties legs wide open for the pizza delivery guy. “They sure do know how to put on a show” he chuckles lightly, while stroking himself slowly as he watches the pizza delivery guy get on his knees and gets in between the woman’s legs and devour her as if she was was a milkshake on a hot summer day. “Oh f-fuck” he groans as he continues watching the man eat the meal between the woman’s legs. Steve wondered how you tasted, he wondered how wet you could get and how your moans could sound like beautiful orchestra to his ears. He just knew that he wouldn’t get enough of how you tasted. Hell, he’ll even be more happy than him and Dustin combined being in a panty shop.

Steve watches the TV screen as the pizza guy gets up and pulls down his trousers only to find out the man didn’t have any underwear on. “Damn, he sure as hell came prepared” Steve says while stroking himself a little faster. On the screen the pizza guy then decides to thrust himself into the woman, while the woman moans and says how “he’s soo big” and how “she already feels so full”. Steve stops stroking himself for a minute knowing that some of the porn stars can be over-reacting with their moans that it’s funny. He knew you wouldn’t say some shit like that but he continued stroking himself, knowing that when he did get you to himself and all spread open and vulnerable for him that he was going to give you the ride of you life. “Y/N, Y/N, oh my god Y/N!” , he moans to himself thinking about how tight you pussy could be. He starts stroking himself faster, knowing that his climax is only 5-6 strokes away. “Oh shit!” Steve moans as he releases all over his stomach and trousers as he continues stroking his sensitive dick, though his high. He moans your name over and over until he released all the cum all over himself. He didn’t even bother to turn porno tape off or even clean himself off assuming that the video wouldn’t last that long and that he’ll just straighten up later. Steve dozes off from the over-powering orgasm that he just let go and was going to wake up sooner or later.

Meanwhile, Y/N had gotten in her car, driving to Steve’s place because Y/N forgot that Steve had her textbook from earlier in school so that he could study for the history test that one of their teachers gave him. What Steve proceeded to forget was that Y/N had a key made for his house for safety reasons, and that Y/N could easily get in the house without an issue. Y/N tried calling his house phone multiple times in the last 15 minutes, but he wasn’t picking up the phone at all. So she decided to drive to his house knowing that Steve always drives home first to get ready for work, and he always leaves his book bag at home in his room. Y/N soon drives up his driveway, instantly realizing that he was indeed home. “Okay, so you’re home and not at work, and you still didn’t pick up the damn house-phone”, Y/N mumbled as she walked up to the door. Y/N didn’t even bother to knock knowing she already had the key she had made in her hand. Y/N unlocks the door walking in slowly, when she heard loud pornographic moans coming from the living room. Y/N closes the front door silently, and continues walking walking quietly in the living room, ready to catch him in the act of doing something. When Y/N reaches the living room, she expected to see a woman in the living room that wasn’t her with Steve, but the view in front of her caught her attention.

What Y/N seen was that Steve was asleep against the couch snoring, while his dick was out with his cum all over his dick, stomach, and a little bit on his pants. Y/N giggled quietly a bit and turned around towards the TV and looked at the porno that was showing on the TV. Y/N then put two and two together and realized that he was masturbating. Y/N grabs the remote and turns off the porno and puts down the remote. She then proceeds to get on her knees decides that she’s going to help clean him up, but not with a rag, with her mouth. She slowly starts licking up the cum from his shaft, from the base, to the tip. She teasingly start licking his tip pulling away a little bit when he starts twitching and moaning. Y/N then takes Steve whole, in her mouth and starts sucking him dry. She could hear him moaning in his sleep, so goes below his shaft and starts sucking on his balls. Steve, slowly but surely wakes up, and you were looking directly at his face making eye contact. You then proceeded to wink and took him back into you mouth. He proceeds to grab your hair start moving your lips up and down around him. “Oh shit, Y/N!, how long have you been sucking on daddy like this?” , he asks while you curve your tongue around the tips. “Barley 5 minutes” you giggle before speeding up, cause the vibration against his dick making him close to climax again. “I’m finna-“ he say before he grips on you hair holding you down on his shaft while he cums down your throat before letting out a loud moan. He went so far down your throat that you nose was touching pelvic bone where there was his brunette pubic hair. “Swallow it, All of it” he says as your detached your mouth from him. You swallowed all of it, and proceeded to hold out your tongue to show him. “Good girl” Steve proceeds to say.

“Well you must’ve missed me if you’re watching pizza delivery porn”, you laughed proceeding to pick with him a little bit. He then proceed to roll his eyes and pulls up his boxers and and pants before buckling and zipping himself up. “Yeah Yeah, Whatever. I was just under so much stress with everything that was going on that I needed some type of release”, he say while looking at you. “Awww sweet baby, you want some pizza” you said mockingly in a baby voice before laughing at the pizza joke you said about the porno. “No, but I sure would love to taste a piece of your pizza” he says.

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OMGGG. Y’all this was my first time writing smut, and doing a an anonymous reader ask. Can y’all please like, repost, and follow me for more! Please don’t be shy to send me an ask, I will gladly try to do it !🖤

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I guess it's different with Belos because of what he represents. Characters like Vader or Palpatine are more abstract. Belos represents corrupt religious leaders, abusive authority figures, bigotry, colonialism..etc, he's more down-to-earth. Ironically, the more realistic villains are the ones that need to be dehumanized in order to make sure the audience knows the writer doesn't condone them. In real life, most bad people are the product of shitty upbringings, but in fiction, it's becoming taboo to say they didn't manifest as horrible old people, or weren't destined to be evil from birth no matter how they were raised.

So, I think it's rather funny that Belos represents all of these real world issues, which means we can't get into his backstory otherwise the audience will think the writers actually sympathize with real world bigotry.

Vader and Palpatine represent fascism and the Empire is a literal dictatorship, and we had a whole prequel trilogy explaining how Anakin became Darth Vader. And no one worried whether George Lucas was a fascist sympathizer or not.

Authors can reveal their political ideologies and bigotry through their writing but it's not usually because they humanized their villain; it's usually because they used the tragic backstory to justify the character's actions. There's a clear difference between exploring a character's past to see how they got there and use that as a warning for the audience versus simply excusing them.

Good writers are able to take even the most realistic, down-to-earth villain and show their humanity without ever excusing their actions. It just takes more time and attention to the story and characters.

Also, Belos may represent colonialism, bigotry, etc. but it is extremely surface level in terms of world-building and characterization. When people talk about how much they hate Belos, they usually always bring up Hunter first because abusive parents in media are more triggering for the general audience. So in terms of what they represent, Belos and Darth Vader are both abstract--little kids aren't going to pick up on the larger themes but they will react to Belos hurting Hunter or Vader killing Obi-Wan.

As for the last part of your comment, I'm rather confused; what do you mean that it is becoming taboo to say that villains aren't born evil? Because that sounds like a rather online argument; most people in the general audience don't fret if a movie or TV show explores the villain's past--especially if they're already setting it up. It's only in fandom circles for kid's shows where I hear people being "worried" that the show will redeem the Big Bad or give them a tragic backstory (which few shows actually do but that's another topic of conversation).

Bottom of the line, Belos is not special or unique. A lot of movies and tv shows typically use their villain as a stand-in for a real world issues or show them being shitty parents but most people don't freak out about whether liking that character or not means you support them.

I think Belos gets so much hate because he does not have any good traits or even flashy, entertaining qualities to balance out the evil that he does. We're also in this weird zeitgeist where kid show fandoms have this neurosis about whether or not it's appropriate to like a villain because of what they represent or whatever. It's tiring.