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[iownfish]

Can't you see that you're lost without me?

[pedge-page]

Can we pls get more lactation kink !! No one writes them like you

Ask and you shall receive! I guess I'll just take the title of "Lactation kink" Queen 👑

Joel Miller x F!reader

Warnings: breastfeeding, Lactation kink, dry humping, frottage, first rough dom!joel then lil bit soft sub!Joel, premature ejaculation, little breeding kink at end

18+ ONLY

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Joel all but manhandled you across the living room. You can't even get out a greeting before he was groping you and slamming the door behind him shut. He throws you down on the couch, fingers digging into the cups of your tank top before roughly yanking down, tearing the fabric in two.

"Jesus, Joel!" You gasp. You go to cover yourself and your nude bra, but his claws  throw your arms back to your sides with bruising strength as he gets to his knees. His torso is positioned between your legs, caging you to the couch.

You feel the rumbles in his chest against your belly when he growls at the sight of your overly swollen breasts practically begging to be set free from your bra clasp. He pulls the wire frame down too, exposing your nipples as the fat of your tit droops over.

"Mine," he he snarls hungrily through clenched teeth.

His arms snake under your armpits, forearms flat against your back with his palms splayed over your shoulder blades, bringing you close to him until his warm mouth latches on to your sensitive nipple.

You gasp, immediately going to craddle his head.

He gets like this sometimes. Usually after watching you breastfeed your baby, or when he's had a rough day at work and all he can think about is escaping in your supple mounds.

Today is the latter.

He sucks around your pebble, tongue swirling to perk it up before the milk starts to flow into his wanting throat. You both groan together. Pressed so tightly against him, feeling all the aggression slowly dissipate from his body at the taste of your sweet milk.

He feels safe. He feels at home.

"That's it," you coo, fingers sifting through his locks as he closes his eyes and breathes deeply through his nose between each massive gulp. "Take your time. 'S all yours."

He usually starts with quick swallows before just letting your creamy liquid pool in his mouth for a bit then gulping a large load at a time. Little satisfied hums escape his throat with each encouragement of his appetite.  You would never deny him this, not that you think you could actively try with the grip he has. His callused hands slowly caressing along your back, rubbing you soothingly as he gets lost in your warm embrace.

He pulls away finally, stuttering a pant as a trickle of milk seeps from the corner of his mouth. You see the lust in his dreamy lidded eyes, his tongue darting along his lower pouty lip to capture any remaining taste.

"Better?" You ask gently. He rolls his head into your petting of his hair.

He just grunts. One hand grasps the bridge of your bra before he's tearing it from your body with inhuman strength and throwing it carelessly behind him, fully letting your plump girlies free.

He smirks at the sight, the heft of your bosom still bouncing. His tongue falls from his mouth, curling up to scoop your other sore tit into his mouth, teeth latching on the fattened part just gently enough to hold suction before he's suckling more milk again.

You both close your eyes and find calm.

Until the gentle rocking of Joels hips into the couch leg stirs you.

He pulls away and nuzzles his forehead in the valley of your mounds, glancing down at the weeping stain of  precum forming at the tent in his pants. He can smell your pussy from here, palm tracing along your inner thigh before his fingers part your panties and glide along your slick arousal.

You hope maybe hes going to take care of you, press his nose against your little beating swollen nub, but instead he withdraws and smears his sticky fingers over your tits, across your nipples, admirning the shine of your slick before licking the salty-sweet mixed taste of your pussy and milk from your soft skin.

Joel's arms hook under your ass and pulls you down to the floor with him, stradding his thighs with his cock pressed between your bellies.

You unzip his jeans and pull his hardened length out, tugging along the red tip with full strokes. "Ah-ahh-ahh baby," he whines, eyes closed as you pump him. "You feel--so good touchin' me."

He spits downward so his saliva falls to his tip, your hand immediately working the new lubricant down over his base then back up again.

His arms wrap around your waist once more, pulling you flush against him with his haggert breaths fanning on your chest. He sucks a few deep breaths before putting your pebbled nipple back in his mouth, grinding you against his body so he mushroom tip rubs right under your lower boobs.

You hump him, desperate to relieve the ache between your legs, but careful to not let your tits slip out of his mouth. With the secure grip he has on you, it doesn't seem likely anyway. You can feel his precum wetting your tummy and his shirt, moaning at the thick protrusion between you, twitching along your stomach, right where it would normally split you open and nestle deep inside where no other man had bred you before.

You want it inside. Want it filling you again and again. Spilling his seed safely into your waiting womb once more and giving new life.

"Daddy," you hum.

You feel his breath getting faster, k-9s sinking further as he ruts his hips along yours. "I want you to make me a mommy again."

His nails dig into your flesh, voraciously sucking reverently again, pulling you close, close, closer with desire to meld you into him and never leave. Mine, mine, mine, he chants in his mind: more more more.

I want you to put another baby in me".

His body seizes beneath you, and he can't stop his pathetic ragged painful moans, pulling away with milk spilling from his lips, eyes scrunched closed as his cock pulses thick ropes of his seed until its between your bodies and leaving a thick creamy sticky hot mess gluing you together.

You stare down at him as he gasps heavily.

"You're supposed to do that inside me."

But he's still so fucking GONE, coming down from the high of the intensity of his orgasm, of your milk still lingering in his taste buds. He just pants through his sinful lips, looking at you all drunk with no comprehension behind his wide blown eyes, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words.

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[thechekhov]

Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts: CH40

Laios is apparently only good at drawing monsters.

You guys have no faith in him! Come onnnn

To that point, if the shapeshifters that are left are the most similar to the real selves, doesn't that prove that Laios actually knows them best? The other, easily-discounted shapeshifters were easily singled out as fakes because they were so caricature like.

The remaining fakes are just minutely different from the real selves. Chilchuk has slightly larger eyes, Marcille's hair is thinner, and Senshi has sharper features. What that says to me is that Laios is actually the BEST at reconstructing them in his mind.

Unfortunately, that. Kinda makes it harder.

Welll.......yeah. No, that makes sense.

This is a problem you all created 😂

This is legitimately making me question everything. Because like... Marcille A is acting pretty sus. But they've been through a lot, so maybe she's just depressed?

Oooooooh someone minmaxed into gayness. That's certainly a dependable strategy.

FAKE!!!!! He's the fake! Senshi would never deplete an ecosystem completely like that!!!!

ah yes, all sorts of nutrition. White rice is known for its nutrition like...... (looks at smeared writing on hand) carbohydrates and scant amounts of folates. Yep.

HE IS HANDSOME, BUT NOT "B"!! "A" IS ALSO HANDSOME!! THEY'RE BOTH HANDSOME!

.......guys. GUYYS.

Laios, you're such an absolute loser and I love you but please. Please turn on the autism. Just this once, please turn on the autism beam and point it at your friends. Please

"all of them! Everyone is fake! Including me!"

Wouldn't that be a plot twist.

why are both the chillchucks upset at this suggestion? shouldn't the real ones be relieved?

Illusions with physical traits, though? Is that not obvious once you start roughing it up with it? If something can be physical enough to fight, why not just use that thing to overpower the adventurer, then?

....so it's a vampire created illusion?

Okay, so because I saw someone else post this page to my dash about a week ago I'm actually fully aware of what comes next, and I can say with certainty that it does not ruin it. At all.

I gotta say, as a weird little kid that practiced barking like a dog and mimicking dog howls, this is making me feel SO SEEN. He's just like me fr.

And the fact that they're all supporting his talent........friendship is magic.

I'm so intrigued by this man and how his mind works.

Love is not letting your dumbass furry friend climb into the wolf enclosure at the zoo and try to fight the alpha of the pack.

This is. So real. I've never seen a manga commit SO MUCH to the weird little man trope, and I love Kui-san so much for this. This is true representation.

Dumbass recognizes dumbass. This is why they're friends.

I WAS WONDERING ABOUT THAT. I also didn't remember it!

Oh, hmm.....

I'm relatively certain the hand that Marcille grasped in the last chapter WAS the cat's hand. That means the cat followed them - but because no one knew she was there, the shapeshifter didn't create any illusions of her. That means she was just hiding out, observing everything.

Is she just sleeping in there curled up on the rice?

Ahhh, so it was a distraction.

[nieceeee]

“GOOD MORNING BEST FRIEND”

W/C: 1.9k

A/N: Yes I’ve been gone. Can I explain why? Life been lifeing fr but aye what can you do but make some shhhhh shake. So we byke! I have so much to write ngl but here is the FU from this fic. It’s not much that goes on in here, some things are suggested but nothing too explicit

Pairing: bestfriend!ony x black fem reader.

That night Ony tossed and turned, his mind playing tricks on him, still reeling from the whirlwind of events that had occurred. The consistent cycle of forcing himself awake each time he felt his dreams shift to you made him physically and mentally exhausted. After several jolts from jumping up in cold sweats he gave in, knowing that it was wrong and hoping for forgiveness when he woke up. Unfortunately the only thing he woke up with was a wet stain in the crotch of his sweat pants and a horrible case of blue balls. Ony groaned to himself, dropping his head back into the pillow. I havent had a wet dream since I was fucking 13 he thought, dragging his heavy hands down his face.

He forced himself from the bed, stripping down and making his way to the bathroom to clean up the embarrassing mess. “Okay Ony, think.” He says to himself, washing away the evidence of his filthy thoughts from his body. He took a little bit more time than usual running through his morning routine, or better yet taking time to try and build up the courage to face you. Your morning routines always blended into each others but this time was so different for him. I mean it wasn't like he could tell you what happened. What the fuck would that look like? “Oh hey bestfriend, how’d you sleep? Just to let you know I heard you moan my name last night and I nutted over and over again to the sound of it. Have a great day” Ony groans again as he steps out of the shower and dries off. Ony just hoped he wouldn't make it so obvious.

“Good morning Onybunny.” You say hearing him walk into the kitchen like normal. “Hey.” He croaks, clearing his throat slightly. Your brows furrow slightly in confusion as you let out a little giggle. “You ok?” You ask him, opening the fridge to reach in for a quick breakfast. Ony averts his eyes from your bent frame, shifting his gaze down to his hands. So much for not making it awkward he thought to himself. He rolled his shoulders back to ease some of the tension. You grab a carton of vanilla Greek yogurt and some fruit out of the fridge, settling on a parfait and toast for your morning meal.

Ony took a moment to look you over as you worked your way around the room. It was like something inside of him has been awaken. A new sense of being, everything around him was like staring through a different lens. His eyes roam your body and he notices things that he never appreciated before. His brown irises took in the rise and fall of your breasts, the curve of your hips. The way your body was perfectly mapped out and he wanted to explore it all. Lost in his own thoughts, he missed your look at him. “Ony?” You call again. He shook his head slightly, pulling himself from the trance you unknowingly put him in. “Huh?” He asks. “Are you okay?” You ask him, walking up and pressing a hand to the side of his face and running it gently against his jaw. He knew this was one of your tactics for him when he would space out and his heart tugged at that thought. Ony melted into your touch, his bigger hand coming up to hold the back of your hand. He felt energy swim through his body.

“Ony, talk to me. Are you okay?” You look at him, concern morphed into your features. “Y-yeah. I’m good.” He says softly, his fingers gently caressing the back of your hand. You felt a bundle of nerves ignite in your belly as the memories from last night flood your mind, recalling those very hands doing something else in your dreams. You intake a sharp breath of air before slowly pulling your hand from his grasp. “You talking about me, look at yourself.” he teases, giving you a small smirk. You playfully roll your eyes at him, pulling your hand away. “Boy bye. I’m not checking on you no more. You play too much.” You go back to the other side of the counter and finish up your breakfast. Ony watches you carefully this time, his eyes raking over your body. He takes note of the way your jeans hug you at the waist and wrapped firmly around your hips. Your cropped tank showing a sliver of your belly.

Ony really loved your body shape. He would always say that. He loves the smoothness of your skin. Whenever you would lay up under him, he always found his fingers grazing against whatever skin was showing, whether that was your arm or the sides of your thighs as you lay together watching movies. No matter the occasion, Only always has his hands on you but it was nothing sexual. He simply loves his best friend. He never fails to compliment you and shower you with affection. You were his best friend after all. But now, thinking about last night he was imagining your body in a totally different way. And those thoughts caused him to shake his head quickly, trying to get back to reality. You quickly finished up your meal, completely oblivious to the turmoil that your bestie was going through behind you.

“So what do you think?” your voice perks up as you turn to face him. “Uh yeah.” he said, trying to scrape together the bits and pieces of what you had said. You tilt your head at him, a blank stare on your face as you watch him try to put an answer together like he always did when he zoned out on you. “Okay it's settled then. I'm shaving my head and joining the cult.” you say shrugging and sliding him his plate. Only’s head snapped back to you, “What the fuck? Wait, I didn't agree to that-” he starts but your laugh interrupts him. You doubled over, gripping your side, amused by the utter shock and confusion on his face. “That's what the fuck you get for not listening to me.” you tease. His eyes roll as he grabs the plate that you made for him and sits at the island. You enjoy your breakfast and casual conversation, continuing your morning with each other as usual.

“Okay so we are still meeting E and them for lunch later right?” you say walking towards the door, phone in hand as you close out your messages. “Yeah, they’ll send the reservation later.” Ony says meeting you at the front door. You both stood at the front door, your eyes watching him with expectancy. His brows pull together slightly. “What?” he asks. You hitch a brow at him, “You bump your head or something?” His confused expression scrunches his features more. “Since when have you ever let me walk out the door without my hug and kiss? What's up with you?” you try not to sound hurt by it but the emotion still coats your words. You and Ony have a system when you leave the house. It's been like that from day one. Fuck. he thinks. “Sorry, I’m just not in it today.” he admits to you softly. You give him a forced smile as the breath leaves you body. “Don’t worry about it. It’s all good. See you later.” you whisper before turning towards the door and gripping the nob. “Shit…wait.” Ony says before you have a chance to open the door. His heavy hands grip your wrist and turn you back to face him. You look at him, doe eyes glistening. “I’m sorry prettygirl. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night.” he says stepping close to you, his hands sliding from your wrist, up your arms and to your shoulder blade then gliding down to your lower back. Why didn't you come to me you want to ask but then your cheeks heat as you realize what he would've walked into if he did. Instead you swallow heavily, lips slightly parting as you take in how close he was to you.

Ony’s face flashes with emotion but he masks it quickly. Because he knows that you would’ve wanted him to come to you, which he did, but he couldn’t tell you. Not after the things he heard. Honestly he doesn't know if he will ever be able to sleep next to you again with everything he heard and how his body reacted to you last night. You’ve slept in the same bed on multiple occasions but there would be no explaining him waking you up with a wet stain in his bed and him standing at full attention pressed against you. Even thinking about you in his bed in one of his big t-shirts, brown legs bare against his sheets was not helping his current situation.

Pushing arousal aside, he takes a deep breath and pulls you into his arms. Your arms wrap around his neck as his tighten around your waist. He breathes in your familiar scent and it heats his body to the core. Ony buries his face into your neck, the bridge rubbing gently against your skin. Fuck she smells good. Has she always smelled this good? The way he held you close to him made you feel every sculpted muscle in his body through the cotton fabric of his t-shirt. Your breath quickens as your head gets lighter. The air in the room seemed to shift, thick with an intensity that wasn't present before. Ony, pull back his head was screaming at him. That familiar heat surging through his body. He reluctantly loosens his grip, lifting his head from your shoulders. His eyes find yours as you glance up at his face. “Ony,” you whisper, his name coasting from your lips. “Yeah, prettygirl.” he lets out. Your chests are touching and his arms still wrap around your waist. “W-we gotta go.” you explain. “Right.” he starts, letting his hands slip down your waist and off your sides. “Sorry.” he says, eyes still fixed on yours. You take a step back to offer yourself room to breathe. The air was heavy with anxiousness, neither of you sure of what to do next and unsure as to why the other was uncertain. Thoughts plaguing your mind if he actually heard you last night calling out to him makes your cheeks heat. Ony being tormented by the sound of you calling out to him over and over as you pleasured yourself and wondering why he didn't walk in and coax more sounds out of you.

After another deep breath to calm your senses, you finally manage to break the staring contest. You take a small step back releasing your breath as you do so. “Well…” you start. “I’ll see you there?” He stared down at you as he ran his tongue across his bottom lip. The action sent a tingle running through your spine. “Yeah, I got to grab something so I’ll be there in a little bit.” You give him a small nod and walk out the door. Ony’s eyes trail after you as he follows the movements of your hips. He waits until you’re in the car and pulled out forces driveway before he walks back towards his room, dropping his bag and keys by the door. He locks his room door before heading back towards his shower to get another release.

Don’t ask me how I feel I swear I don’t know. I feel like I lost my mojo but I’m getting it back. Anyway hope yall like this one.

[k0yaz]

hey can you do a clorinde fanfic, where there’s a party in Fontaine and she gets like jealous of the amount of attention we’re getting from other people. And she like takes the reader to a private place to blur out her protectiveness but we like tease her about being jealous so she ends up confessing�� (sorry this was long af💀)

sweet nothings.

Pairings: clorinde x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, jealousy, alcohol mention, weird guy trying to hit on u idk, teeny tiny bit of clorinde getting violent woah, protective grape lady awawawawa, uh oh she gets mad at for a sec, confessions idk??? GIRLS KISSING WEEWOOOWEEWOOO, navia is so lucky fr ngl, not proofread

A/N: WAAA IM OUT OF TEA 🕯️ oooo I like this emoji also navia is so lucky to have this woman I’m crying

Indistinct chatter circled the room of the banquet hall upon entering, making your eyes glance from side to side to observe the lavish interior of the hall. Each corner of the luxurious enclosure was packed to the brim with crowds of well dressed men and women, all standing upright in a distinctive manner, almost seeming insincere in their sophisticated habits. You blinked as you felt a shoulder push up against yours, brushing your silk clothing from behind. Clorinde made her way beside you, gently pushing her way through the congested crevices of the crowd.

“Mm. It took you long enough.” You snickered, earning an unamused scoff from Clorinde as she folded her arms to observe the atmosphere of the space. Despite being the champion duelist of Fontaine, Clorinde was never a huge fan of posh celebrations with many people. It wasn’t that she reserved from crowds or sheepish when interacting with other people, as being the champion duelist often would include public display before many.

Rather, it was the nagging feeling she would experience whenever some rich snob would enthusiastically speak with you, brushing his or her hand along your shoulder with a noticable covetous look in their eyes. The disgusting intentions behind their friendly demeanor made her want to circle her arm around your waist and pull you flush against her, making it clear for said person to take their hands off of you. Plus, the crowds furnishing said area would bring a sort of unease to her in a way, discomforting her when seeing the off-putting facades of others to keep up their image.

You immediately grasped Clorinde’s gloved hand, squeezing her palm flush against yours as your fingers locked between hers. Feeling her tense hand relax, you flashed her a sweet smile, attempting to reassure her that she wouldn’t have to worry about anything. That this party was just going to be a quick come and go event the two of you were invited to. She reluctantly nodded, bringing her free hand up and pushing her hat back to crease her forehead slightly.

“Sorry. There’s nothing you need to worry about. You can just enjoy yourself, (Name).” She replied, trying to uphold her stoic front in an attempt to hide any strong emotions. You shrugged in response, letting go of her hand as you decided to not look too much into Clorinde’s words. After all, she hasn’t been the most expressive person around. Yet nevertheless, she was your friend whom you cared so deeply for—so it wouldn’t hurt to keep a quick eye on her every moment or so to make sure she was fine. After all, you didn’t want anyone trying to snatch up your charming lady.

“If you say so, Clorinde.”

You forced your way through the cramped groups of people in the hall, finding your way to the alcohol station on the other side of the room. Looking over your shoulder, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy wrenching your chest upon seeing Clorinde already partaking in a conversation with a stranger. You shook your head, pushing your way to the alcohol station in order to concern yourself with how you were going to spend your own time here.

A thin glass of champagne suddenly slid your way, slightly hitting your elbows situated on the table. You perked up, a little perplexed at the sudden glass filled with freshly filled champagne before you. Did this hall have some sort of strange automatic serving system?

“I’m up here.”

A low voice called out, placing a hand on the table before you as you heard the click of a tongue. Looking up, you were met with the sight of a seemingly wealthy man eyeing you as he poured himself another glass of champagne. You paused, raising an eyebrow before delivering him an awkward smile, shrinking back slightly as he gave you an uncomfortably friendly grin. “Ah. Thanks for the drink.” You hesitated, bringing the glass to your lips as you sipped the alcohol, averting your eyes from the strangely amiable man.

Before long swarms of people circled around you, showering you with attention and flattery as you let out a hearty laugh at their praises. Your face was flushed from the drinks that you had, your….sixth? Seventh..? You didn’t even know which one it was as you let out a laugh from everyone speaking to you with such a profound interest in you. All of a sudden, you noticed that same man who slid you that drink about an hour ago push his way through the array of people bundled up before you, shouldering past them until he stood directly in front of you with a rather odd expression you couldn’t put your finger on.

You raised an eyebrow as he took your hand abruptly, his own face flushed as well. The crowd seemed to part themselves from the two of you, with others on the side also noticing the exchange between you two. Raising an eyebrow, you squinted your eyes as you felt his other hand rest upon your shoulder, a sort of unsettlingly craving sense present in his expression. “What are you even doing…?” You drawled out, not thinking to push him off immediately due to your senses still being foggy. He just let out a hum as his fingers tightened into your shoulder, making you wince from the slight ache.

Your eyes flickered with a slight twinge of distasteful revulsion as he leaned in uncomfortably close to your face, trying to close the distance every time you repelled back from his face.

All of a sudden, he skidded backwards against the floor, being driven back away from you as a shocked expression adorned his face. Your eyebrows raised in slight surprise, not expecting to see Clorinde directly behind him, fingers firmly grasping the back of his collar. Her deadpan eyes pierced into him, leaving a hanging silence in the whole hall upon seeing the whole fiasco pan out before them.

After what seemed like centuries of silence among the party, Clorinde’s low voice broke through the silence as you could sense her annoyance from the way she glared down at the man—who was pathetically scrambling away from her to his own safety. “Get. Away from her.” She hissed, her tone laced with venom. You felt her hand grasp your arm and yank you away from the center of the crowd, hundreds of eyes still fixated on you and tracking your movement as Clorinde dragged you outside the banquet hall.

Once outside, Clorinde rested her arms along the stone lining of the balcony, the cool air grazing your skin as the continued chatter resumed behind you. The muffled noise resounding from the banquet hall was the least of your worries as you saw the duelist reclined against the balcony, eyes aimlessly focused on random sights below the elevated platform. Not understanding the sudden protective action she took, you staggered over to her, step still slightly wobbly from the alcohol in your system.

“Pfft..are you still gonna act like you didn’t just drag me out like a jealous girlfriend-?” You beamed, face tinted a muted red as you leaned against the railing on one arm to grin in Clorinde’s direction. She only huffed in response, lowering her hat bashfully and avoiding eye contact with you.

“He was forcing himself onto you.”

“Ha! No he just thought wrong. I would’ve pushed him away if I wasn’t screwed up right now.”

She grit her teeth in irritation, grasping the white-rocked stone railing. Taking notice of this, the corners of your mouth only raised into an amused smile as you decided to tease her further. “Jeez Clorinde, you’re acting like you’re in love with me or something from how jealous you are-!”

“Because I am!”

She suddenly snapped, looking over at you with a hardened scowl scrunching up her face. You flinched slightly, not expecting the upfront and straightforward expression. Clorinde took a moment to herself, hissing out a frustrated sigh to compose herself as she pinched her nose.

“Hold on. You love me..?” You began with a perplexed look written all over you, slowly pointing your finger toward yourself as if you were trying to affirm that it was in fact you. She let out a sigh of resignation, finally being able to meet your eyes as she took your hands in hers. The breeze swayed her deep purple hair along her face, making her look absolutely breathtaking as her violet eyes softened. Her hold on your palms grew firm, yet tender as she murmured out.

“I do. I don’t know how long I’ve felt like this toward you, (Name). But I do love you.”

The words fell from her lips in a velvety voice that echoed in your mind, making you take a moment to process the sweet statement Clorinde had just uttered. It took a moment to collect yourself. Your face was still bright red, but you weren’t sure it was still from the alcohol now.

“Ugh..why didn’t you just tell me?! I love you too, Clorinde..” you scoffed. Unbelievable. There’s no way she hid this from you for so long. “And I’m not just saying that. The guy was ugly anyway.”

A soft chuckle escaped Clorinde, making her finally smile as her face was dusted with a soft hue of red as well. Without hesitation, her breath fanned against your cheek as she leaned in, dangerously close to your face. Unlike with that odd man in the crowd, you didn’t back away from Clorinde’s touch. Instead, you only leaned in, eyes fluttering shut as you felt the warm embrace of her breath hitting your flushed skin.

Your eyes shot open as she pecked a quick kiss to the corner of your lip, a slightly skeptical look crossing your features as you expected more.

“In what way was that fair-?” You huffed, only causing Clorinde to stifle an amused laugh in reply. “Maybe when we get home, love.” She affirmed, making your mind race for a brief moment at her promise. You giggled and cupped her cheeks as her nose brushed against yours, closing your eyes in bliss as the wind delivered a relaxing cold breeze. You sighed softly, pulling away as you straightened your ruffled clothing and hair and took Clorinde’s hand in yours. Both of your gentle expressions harbored a palpable romantic atmosphere between the two of you, the looks on the two of you being equivalent to whispering sweet nothings.

You hummed to yourself as Clorinde brought your hand up, pressing a soft kiss upon your rigid knuckles.

“Let’s just go home, yeah?”

A/N: IM SORRY IT WASNT EXACTLU WHAT YOU REQUESTED I READ IT WRONG also my hair is so oily rn I need to wash it

[emotionoitme]

i keep thinking about the scene in safe in your skin where he kisses her on the cheek and then on her forehead... would you mind writing aftercare with carmy? im so enamoured with how you write sweet boy carmen :')) im the 🫂 anon btw

i love that scene! 🥺 a softie in denial fr

here’s a much needed fluffy headcannon for you sweet friend <3

i imagine carmen just completely collapsing after sex, burying his head into the reader’s neck, hips slightly stuttering as he tries to remain as close as possible.

his hands smooth up her sides, grasping at the dewy skin, finding the strength to sit up and deeply kiss the tired girl, the intensity and heat of his lips conveying all he feels too tired to say. she moans, tapping his chest as a signal to pull out. he slips out of her, trying to keep from making a mess all over the duvet.

“stay right there,” he softly commands, rubbing her thigh, standing and walking to the bathroom. she watches as he comes back with a damp washcloth, coming in between her legs and beginning to gently clean her off. it’s warm, and she shivers at the sensation, her nerves still tingling from moments previous.

his eyes glance up to her, “this okay, baby?” thumb soothingly rubbing circles into her leg. she nods, closing her eyes, relaxing at his touch. carmy finishes cleaning her, then pulls away, standing to toss the washcloth in the laundry bin. he turns to retrieve them water from the kitchen when he feels a hand softly grab his arm.

“where are you going?” she asks in the sweetest voice he thinks he’s ever heard, drowsy eyes scanning his face.

“you want some water?” he softly returns, bringing a hand to card through her hair, smoothing it down to the side of her neck. she leans into the gentle touches with a mew.

“mhm,” she nods and brings his fingers to her mouth, kissing over the tattooed knuckles. his heart pounds at the simple action. “can i get some clothes?” she asks.

“you already know you can,” tone gentle, finger brushing over her lips. he leans forward to capture them in a quick kiss, then stands again. “i’ll be right back,” he leaves her with and walks to the kitchen.

upon returning, he finds her at his dresser drawer, pulling out an oversized black shirt, one that had a band on it and a small hole in the side. he watches as she slips it over her head, the hem falling around her thighs and concealing her nudity.

“drink,” he asserts, handing the glass to her, hand coming to rest on her hip. she finishes the water and sets it down on the nightstand, unexpectedly jumping up into carmy’s arms and wrapping her legs around his waist. he lets out a surprised laugh, hands coming to her upper thighs to support her. she hugs him close to her, peppering kisses along his cheek.

“can we watch a movie tonight?” her tone sweet, hopeful. his hand moves up, squeezing the upper curve of her thigh. smiling at her small gasp, scanning her face, an overwhelming surge of emotion overwhelming him. he had never been more confident of a person before meeting her.

“i love you,” carmy whispers, watching her expression go softer. the girl leans in and presses her lips against his, arms circling around his neck.

“i love you,” she returns in between kisses, “so much, carm,” grip tightening around him, giving him a few deep kisses before their lips separate.

“let’s go watch a movie,” he says, beginning to walk to living room, holding her closer.

he feels a warmth in his chest, his face, almost as if there were a light shining through his skin.

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Parked

The gif search function would not load any of Ran!!! So I found this gif on Google Images, credit to the gif maker! So sorry :'(

(21+) Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

CW: piv, riding, car sex, pet names (baby, sweet thing, good girl, pretty girl), begging, Ran is a tease but also kinda romantic, softdom!Ran ig, lil hair pulling

WC: <1k

A/N: The brainrot is so fr rn like 😵‍💫🫠 I. Can. Not. Function. Also as a side note: idk do we like the divider right here to separate the Masterlist links or nah???

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The air feels hot, a stark contrast to the cool breeze just outside the vehicle. Between the clouds and the city lights, the stars are nowhere to be seen, the night sky seeming even darker than usual.

Of course, the foggy film forming on your car windows doesn't help that fact. The only light illuminating you being the dim lights on the radio and the parking light a couple of rows over from where you're parked in a random lot.

Memories from your dream the night prior flooded your mind, coupled with the warm hand that grasped your upper thigh as he drove to who knows where, fingers delicately digging into the meat of your leg, made your panties feel uncomfortably damp on the far too long drive.

You squeeze your legs together. He notices, of course he notices, and you see him smirk out of the corner of your eye. His slender fingers sliding their way up your cute little skirt but stopping short of where you wanted him most.

He feels you, ready to jump out of your skin desperately.

"You okay, baby?" His voice holds a teasing lilt that makes sparks run straight to your core. "You seem a little... on edge~"

You slowly spread your legs a tiny bit wider, hoping that maybe he takes the hint. "'M fine..."

He knows you're not.

The air in the car changes as he begins to move his fingers again, stopping at the hem of your poor wet panties.

"Good girls use their words." A statement. No, a demand. You take in a shaky breath, pulling your skirt up just a little bit higher, sinking just a little bit lower in your seat, hoping to subtly entice him to keep going.

He taps your thigh once... twice... thrice before tsking. He's not one to ask a second time.

"P-please, Ran. Jus' need you..." your quiet pleas fall on deaf ears. He removes his fingers from where they sat so dangerously close to where you wanted him, needed him.

The rest of the car ride is silent. Your nerves becoming restless when he's suddenly veering the car onto random dirt roads and parking in some abandoned lot.

Which is how you find yourself now, straddling his lap in the backseat of his car, moving your hips frantically to the pace he set. His fingers dig into the meat of your hips harshly as he helps you move along his thick shaft.

Your fingers thread through his long hair and tug firmly, pulling his head back enough to expose his neck to your desperate and wet kisses, nibbling along his jawline before making your way to his collarbone and biting down roughly.

A shamelessly loud moan escapes his swollen lips, "f-fuuuu... hnn you'll be the death of me, sweet thing~" his voice is raspy and quiet.

He slides one hand down from where his fingers were bruising your hip, his thumb rubbing all too slowly through your folds and catching just right on your sensitive little nub.

"Raannnn~" you moan, too quiet for his liking.

"C'mon, baby, lemme hear you," he bites your shoulder before rubbing quick, tight circles over your clit. His lavender eyes searched what he could see of your sweet face ere his other hand wrapped behind you and firmly traced up your spine. He held you close, keeping you attached as he adjusted the position. He began fucking up into you, the force of it pushing you forward so your chest was pressed against his own.

You moaned loudly this time, mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed so beautifully as he continued to hit that spongey spot inside of you. Your warm, wet walls fluttering around his length as he held you close. Your legs began to tremble as his thumb rubbed faster circles over your clit and his thrusts became desperate and erratic.

“That’s it, baby…” he mumbled against your damp skin.

The coil in your belly was tightening.

"G-god, you feel so fuckin’ tight," he panted against your ear. "Close, huh, pretty girl?" He teased a little, though he, too, was getting close.

“Hnn~” you hummed, breath hitching. “Feel s’ good, baby. G-g’na cum mnnnhh-” you grabbed his face, bringing your lips down to crash against his, teeth bumping in the process.

He moaned into the kiss. “G-go ahead -ahhh- and cum for me, sweet thing~” His hips began to stutter when he felt you fluttering, your warm walls squeezing around his length so tight causing him to sputter thick ropes of cum inside of you. You both moaned and whimpered against each other’s lips as you milked him for all that he’s worth. His deep groans sent shivers down your spine as you rode out your highs together.

You rested your forehead against his, your breaths hot against each other’s faces.

He kissed your nose sweetly, with a warm, mischievous smile. “We don’t have to be home any time soon…” he smiled and searched your eyes, “we got time for another round~”

You chuckled at him warmly, “Ran, you are… insufferable.”

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Devil Take The Hindmost

True Form!Sukuna x Goddess of Humans!Reader Synopsis: A deal between a goddess and a curse: are human emotions truly worth feeling? Content Warning: None really, some angst and strong language in some spots I guess

The village was burning, the crops destroyed, and in the middle stood the King of Curses himself. Screams echoed in the burning remains, those that were fortunate had escaped but most of the village was already dead, the unfortunate were suffering watching their loved ones die before them as they tried to pull themselves from the burning rubble. A small child was grasping for her mom’s hand trapped under a burning building. It was truly pathetic watching maggots like that their tears were such a boring sight. 

Raising a single arm to grab the pathetic child by her throat, he never registered the quick strike. In the blink of an eye, the arm was cut off being held by a mysterious woman. In the midst of the burning village and collapsing buildings, her divine glow could easily have been missed. “How dare you interrupt me? I care not for gods and especially not ones who would defend these maggots.” 

“Oh my, oh my. So quick to dismiss me. You truly think yourself a god,” the katana you had severed the arm with raised in defiance. You tossed the arm that you had severed, the blood had already stained the white gloves you wore. Sukuna rushed you bare-handed, he had the upper hand as far as physical strength, and testing your defenses before resorting to his jujutsu to formulate a plan was a priority. After all, it wasn’t every day he could fight a god, perhaps you could even give him a challenge. You moved gracefully weaving through with the grace of a ballerina, moving further and further from the child. As he threw punch after punch, your mind was churning you needed to move with precision, cut off all arms nearly simultaneously, deploy your cursed technique, grab the kid, and go. 

Taking the opportunity with you in your own mind, Sukuna took that moment as an opening. He sent a single cleave slash at you, not enough to decimate you but to determine if your cursed technique bolstered your defenses. ‘Shit there goes that plan,’ you mentally cursed. In a single moment, your cursed technique activated, a glowing circle forming at your back with crystal shards floating along the edge of it. Crystals gently flowed around your feet and formed along the edge of your blade. One of the shards took the brunt of Sukuna’s attack knocking you back and throwing you into the rubble of a building. He was too strong you weren’t winning this, his cursed energy was on par with the gods and his technique was far more useful in combat than yours. Pushing yourself up from the crumpling home, you threw yourself through the fire, running for the child. Reaching the crying child you grabbed them picked them up and wrapped yourself around them to protect them from any attack Sukuna might send towards you. Deactivating your technique and suppressing all your cursed energy you disappeared into the rubble, slipping away amongst the smoke. 

“Damn, I thought that would be more fun. Pretty shitty for a god.”

Years passed with the young child, learning her name to be Yae, she served as your faithful attendant, though you two tended to bounce from place to place. The common feature was simply being surrounded by humans. You adored them, being the goddess of humans. You had no issue exorcising lower-level curses that caused them problems. Every emotion they felt was so beautiful in your eyes, so free to feel and express it all. However, they were also fragile and so fleeting. Yae had adored your technique, in the crystals were the most beautiful of human emotional experiences- love, sadness, joy, and all other forms of beautiful overflowing humanity. You never expected yourself to feel their emotions. Yae was still a human too, though you were remiss to remember that. She stayed by your side for but 2 years before she was taken from you. What had started as a simple sickness had quickly turned worse until she passed in your arms, calling you her mom in her final moments. Lifting your hand to your face you felt tears, and thus your first human experience occurred. Sadness ripping through your heart. 

You brought her back to the remains of her village to lay her to rest. Standing alone in the quiet felt crushing, no happy little Yae by your side. Nothing around you mattered anymore in this all-consuming grief. “Never thought I’d see you here again you pathetic goddess.” The cold voice brought you out of your stupor. Tear streaks were still visible on your face but your defenses were raised.

“I guess it never really mattered, the girl…she died.” Your glow seemed to die out, no longer a sure and confident goddess, but a grief-stricken one. 

“What are you even the goddess of? Seems a little pathetic to be crying over one feeble little human.”

“I am the goddess of humans…I…I love them so dearly but I suppose this was the first I got to interact with them. To experience what they feel, human emotions they’re rather foreign but they feel correct.”

“That’s why you are so pathetic. Emotions, they mean nothing. The only thing that matters is pleasure and satisfaction.” 

“All emotions they mean something. To feel them is to live, I never knew how hollow I was before Yae. I would never give them up again, for I would never feel alive again.”

“How about this little goddess, we make a little deal. If you over the course of a year get me to believe emotions are worthwhile, I will only kill sorcerers. But if you lose, you have to watch as I slaughter a village- no defiance or saving any.”

“Deal.”

11 months spent by someone’s side changes your views sometimes, though Sukuna would be loathe to admit it. The displays of emotions never inherently meant anything to him- a baby’s first steps were happy only when the baby fell. A death was nothing to mourn in his eyes. What did bring emotions to him were moments with you, exchanging stories from long ago. 

“Ryoumen” your voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “The stars are beautiful tonight, come outside with me.” While giving no verbal agreement he rose from his desk where he had various books mainly poems you had gifted him. The stars glittered in the sky above you as he sat on the wooden boards overlooking the garden. You twirled gently in the flowers smiling freely. Your eyes were fixed up at the stars beauty, and Sukuna couldn’t help but notice the beauty you had. 

Spinning around you gave him the most radiant smile, and he could swear his heart skipped a beat. You held out a gloved hand to him, the pure white fabric sparkling in the stars, beckoning the King of Curses to join you under the stars. He didn’t have the heart to deny you in that moment, and that’s how he knew you won. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, never would he say the mighty Ryoumen Sukuna, the King of Curse felt human emotions and valued them. Towering over you, he gently held your outstretched hand and watched you sway and twirl to your tuneless music. He’d carve out the sun, the moon, and stars just to keep you by his side. By the time the two of you were going inside to sleep the sun was beginning to rise.

But humans are feeble, and fall prey to emotions easily. Sorcerers were marching to attempt to exorcise Sukuna once more. Simply by being associated, you were in the line of fire when they attacked. They were your precious humans, you understood their fear of the power Sukuna wielded. As your body was pierced through and you crumpled, you gently smiled at them. You could tell it had unsettled them but as you lay bleeding on the flowers you had danced in the night before you could never bring yourself to think ill of your precious humans. You tried to apply pressure and stop the bleeding but all it did was stain your white gloves red. 

Sukuna had destroyed the sorcerers in less than a thought, but the damage was done. He found your still body in the garden, and his blood ran cold. He felt for a pulse and found nothing, the blood below you should have told it all, you were gone from this world. He gently lifted your lifeless body, holding your hands with one pair of his. He refused to acknowledge the tears streaming down his face, he had a job to do. When he arrived at the burned village you first met in, he went searching for the exact spot, the spot where you had buried Yae and the spot where your deal was once made. “You foolish goddess, but I suppose a deal is a deal. No innocents for this year, after all those sorcerers made their decision to attack you so devil take the hindmost.” The stars were twinkling on your still body, face closed in a peaceful expression as he set you in the ground. He’d take the sight of you with your stars to the end of his days. 

Being reincarnated into Yuuji’s body was not Sukuna’s first choice of vessel. The kid had weird tendencies, this 2 am trip to 7-11 for a slushie was becoming pretty normal to the King of Curses. Yuuji was walking fast, his surroundings were a blur. There was nobody else out until suddenly Yuuji had barreled into someone, and the girl had managed to stay upright but what she had been carrying was all over the ground. “I’m so sorry I should of been watching where I was going!” The girl apologized while Yuuji knelt down to pick up her stuff- various gardening tools. Sukuna’s eyes widened in his innate domain, he knew that voice. Creating an eye on Yuuji’s cheek, he saw the familiar gloved hand reaching out. Sukuna swore that if there was fate and destiny, the two of you were perhaps meant to find each other in every life.

[makethatelevenrings]

Angel by the Wing - Thirty-Six

chapter warnings: Jake being Jake, discussion of child abuse and domestic abuse

Series Masterlist (Mobile Masterlist)

A/N: my tag lists are only tagging the first few people and I think this is happening to everyone so...ugh if you aren't tagged, that's why

Jake adjusted the collar of his flight suit as he walked across base to meet his new squadron. After the success of Bradley’s mission, the higher ups decided that more people did need to learn how to pilot, even with the presence of drones. Which is how he, Nat, and Bradley got assigned their own little gaggle of greenies.

Good. Fresh meat. Something to get his mind off of things.

He ran his hand over his hair to ensure it was smoothed down by gel. Who would have thought that he’d get his own team? His own office? His-

“Fucking shit, Rooster,” he exclaimed as the taller man yanked him into one of the rooms that lined the hallway. The brunet slammed the door shut and turned to look at him, his dark eyes flashing with that storm Jake had seen time and time again.

“Can you pick literally any other day to yell at me?” Jake snapped.

“No. Shut the fuck up and listen. She hasn’t been sleeping, Jake. She blames herself. She thinks that you left because you hate her.” Bradley’s hands curled around the lapels of his jacket and dragged him closer. Jake swallowed against the sudden dryness in his throat at his words but pushed away from Rooster and let out a scoff.

“Give it time. She’ll forget me soon enough and you two can go have your happy little nuclear family.” He ignored the look of hurt that flashed across Bradley’s face and instead focused on the wall in front of him. You weren’t the only one struggling with sleep and an exhaustion that was more than just physical seemed to weigh him down these days.

“Did you know her mom would walk out on her? Threaten to leave if she wasn’t a good enough kid and then walk out and be gone for days at a time?” Bradley said quietly. “That’s why she’s so scared of people leaving her. And you just walked right out. You did the thing you promised her you wouldn’t do.”

An ache spread across his chest but he pushed it aside in favor of shrugging, letting a blase expression settle across his face. Bradley’s brows twisted in frustration and then he pushed out a deep breath from his lungs and let his hands fall from his hips.

“Frankie’s death wasn’t your fault,” the brunet said quietly.

And there you have it, Bradshaw. He hit the one spot that Jake guarded the most harshly. He moved to storm out of the room, but Bradley grabbed his arm. The warmth of his calloused palm bled through the fabric of his uniform and Jake shuddered at the touch.

“Jake. It wasn’t your fault. It’s easy to blame yourself for things like that, but no one can anticipate an engine failure like that. I’m sorry for making you feel like you had anything to do with it.”

The ever noble Bradley Bradshaw. Jake grit his teeth and yanked his arm out of his hold. He needed to get a grasp on his mind right now. Everyone knew you couldn’t go up into a plane with a troubled mind. He needed to stay focused. He needed-

He missed you. He missed Bradley. He missed-

No.

“Fuck you, Bradshaw,” he said quietly and then stalked out of the room.

He was still keyed up when he left work and the last thing he wanted to do was come back to his mom’s place with energy thrumming through his veins and end up displacing it on Jennifer. Jake sent her a quick text and then parked at the beach, laced up his sneakers, and went for a run. The steady rhythm and cadence of his gait soothed some part of his mind. He ran along the boardwalks and sidewalks until his lungs ached, which was a feat for someone who kept in peak physical shape.

His steps slowed as he approached the one spot on the beach that housed the Hard Deck. Someone was sitting out on the picnic tables and he knew in his heart it was you. He came a bit closer just so he could see that you were okay. A voice called for you from inside the bar and you stood, casting one last glance at the ocean, and then turned to head in. The setting sun over the ocean highlighted the curve of your body and he felt his breath catch as your hand smoothed the dark fabric of your shirt over the slight bump that you sported.

Jake stayed until he was sure you were back inside and then he turned and made his way back to his truck. The drive was silent and he didn’t make an attempt to turn on the radio. He needed this. He needed the emptiness.

Jennifer’s AirBnB was a classic beach house that oozed the classic San Diego beach vibe. The stairs groaned and creaked as he climbed them, warped from the sea salt that infused itself into the wood. He stopped at the door, his hand resting on the small plastic bag that hung from aged knob, and found that he couldn’t open it. If he opened this door, he would face his mother and he would have to keep his mind on right and he couldn’t promise her that right now. He couldn’t be the son she needed. The son she deserved.

“Jake?” her warm voice called from inside. “I made pesto pasta for dinner. I met a really nice lady at the grocery store who recommended this… Jake?”

Tears dripped down his cheeks as he opened the bag and pulled out a tiny little onesie that had a Texas longhorn logo emblazoned across it. A small slip of paper fluttered to the ground and he grabbed it, flipping it over to see your scrawled handwriting across the lines. He could barely read through the gathering tears.

We find out the gender in four days. 2pm.

I want you there.

Please.

“Jake?” Jennifer opened the door and cast her eyes down to look at the tiny scrap of fabric clutched in his hands. Holy shit, is this how small the baby would be? He tried to imagine cradling something so light and fragile.

“Oh honey,” his mom whispered. An ugly sob tore past his lips and he tried to rein it in, but she cupped the back of his head and pulled him into a hug, cradling his huge body against hers. He crumpled into his mom like he was nine again and Jennifer easily took on his weight. They stumbled into the house and she shut the door behind them before letting him slump down on the couch.

“I don’t want to end up like him,” he sobbed. “I can’t do that to them, mom. I c.. I can’t.”

“What are you talking about Jake?” Worry coated her voice and he knew he must sound unhinged right now. He ran a hand over his face and tried to gather the words together to express what he was trying to say.

“What if I end up like dad? You said he was fine until after you got married. What if I trap them in a relationship with me and then I fucking ruin them?”

Her eyes widened and she grabbed his shoulders so she could force him to face her. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I should have gotten you and Liz out sooner. I should have done more to save Frankie. I should have…I should have never kissed them, mom. Because all I’ve done is hurt them both.”

Jennifer pulled him closer and he curled into her side. His mom kissed his head and sighed. Her kind, selfless Jacob. Her brave boy.

“It’s not your fault,” she murmured. “It was never your fault. You deserve to be loved, Jake, and they…they love you. And I know that can be scary, but you are not your father. You are the opposite of Daniel. I should have never put you in that position to feel like you had to save us.”

She smoothed down the ruffled blond strands of hair that stuck up in every direction. “You were a child, Jake. You were a child and it was my duty to protect you and I failed. And now I try to compensate for it, but I’m telling you that it will only hurt worse if you keep pulling away from them.”

Did you know her mom would walk out on her? You did the thing you promised her you wouldn’t do. Don’t you worry, baby. Roo and I would never let anything happen to you two.

The words rattled through his head like dice clacking against a table. He looked at the paper in his hands once more and read over the words again.

“The baby isn’t mine,” he whispered.

“Do they care about that?”

“They say they don’t.”

“Do you care about that?”

He smoothed out the little onesie in his hands and pictured a baby wearing it once more. A baby cradled in his arms. Something so small and fragile would be safe in his arms. And his angel… he could see you now with that wicked grin and bright eyes as Bradley kissed you and then the baby and then…and then him.

“I’ll ruin them.”

“No, Jake. You’ll have arguments and fights and say things you shouldn’t, but that’s just what being a relationship is like. You could never hurt someone the way Daniel hurt us. I don’t think you’re even capable of doing that.”

“I left her. I left them. I-”

“And now you have a chance to make it up to them and apologize. They want you in their lives, Jake. It’s up to you now.” Jennifer smiled against his hair and squeezed his shoulders. “When I first got the call that you were dating two people and got a girl pregnant, I thought you were going off the deep end. But I’ve met them and seen the way they look at you. Jake, there’s just so much of you to love that it took two people. And oh my god, I finally have a grandkid! Liz is going to spoil this kid rotten.”

“You don’t care?”

Jennifer tugged his ear and he frowned which reminded her so much of when he was nine and pouted all the time, dragging his feet and complaining about having to go to school before football practice.

“Your father never looked at me the way the three of you look at each other,” she assured him. “All I’ve ever wanted was for you and Liz to be happy.”

Four days. He had four days to attempt to get his shit together. And it would start with a call to Sofia Trace.

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[chuuyascumsock]

Hot Cocket || Minors DNI

I just realized I never posted my Dazai fucking a hot pocket fic on here. If the Ao3 babes had to suffer, y’all do too LMAO.

Summary: Ah, yes, welcome to the bullshit that I call “art”. Today’s episode: Dazai fucks a Hot Pocket. Don’t ask me what gave me this idea, my friend came up with it so thank him for this utter monstrosity. I suppose I’ll take the smallest bit of credit for wanting to write a crackfic of Dazai sticking his dick in something he shouldn’t— because it’s called having a sense of humor.

Tags: Dazai Osamu/Hot Pocket, I talk about how dazai would definitely be a ham and cheese hot pocket kind of a guy, I make kind of weird metaphorical jokes, If Asagiri gets to blow children up then I can throw them into traffic, descriptions of fucking a hot pocket, descriptions of burning the dick (because he’s fucking a HOT pocket), um… creampie in a hot pocket..?, oh— and then Fyodor eats the hot cum pocket lol.

Dazai had been feeling particularly lonely on a Saturday night.

Without any women around to woo with his unhinged rizz, Dazai sought after a cheap comfort food he often turned to in his crippling depressive times. The freezer flings open with a creak to reveal the godly image of a box of hot pockets. As expected— nothing else resided in the freezer other than said hot pockets because Dazai was as broke as a medical college student in debt.

Dazai reaches a bandaged hand inside before grasping the box and pulling it close to his chest. He could already feel saliva pooling in his mouth as he re-lived his previous encounters and tastes of his hot pockets. But this one was different. This one was pepperoni. Normally, Dazai was a ham and cheese kind of guy, but they had been barren of any ham and cheese hot pockets. It made him sad to think about, but it also brought rejoice as he could finally try another flavor of hot pocket.

Dazai is quick to tear the box’s top off and reach a hand inside to grab the frozen snack pocket out. Even in a plastic wrapping, he could still smell the permeating waft of garlic and herbs. He fumbled around the kitchen as he ripped the plastic off and put the snack into the small cardboard pocket, basically throwing the hot pocket into the microwave like you would throw a small child into oncoming traffic.

Not really giving a fuck, Dazai punches the microwave which some how starts a two minute timer and the hot pocket starts spinning in small, grueling long circles. His eyes stare into the microwave’s glass window, taking in the way the hot pocket slowly warms up.

Deep down, Dazai wished to be a hot pocket. Because he, too, wished to be cooked in a microwave. What a way to go out.

It feels like eternity until the microwave beeps loudly to signify that the slutty— I mean tasty treat is done cooking. His eyes light up and Dazai takes the hot pocket out of the microwave. “It’s… It’s beautiful…” He whispers tearfully as the hot pocket steams from the packet. Realizing how hot it was the next few seconds after, he tosses it between his hands and onto the counter gently, “Ow— hot, hot— ahhhh.”

Staring at the hot pocket, Dazai begins to drool excessively— oh, and he was hard. Dude got a raging boner from looking at this hot pocket too long. Just like me fr.

“Aw man, now I’m super horny…” He whines as he looks down at his tightened slacks. He thinks for a moment before he looks back to the hot pocket and gets an idea.

The hot pocket steamed in need of his ACHING COCK (I can see you cringing behind that screen, Guac <3). Or at least that’s how Dazai took it because of how horny he was. “You want me, don’t you?” He grins at the hot pocket with desire— only getting a soft puff of steam in return and a whiff of garlic that made him twice as hard.

Eager to get off now, Dazai unzips his slacks and pushes them down enough to have access to the hot pocket. His accurate sized dick of three inches— I mean— his monster cock slapped against his stomach as he wasn’t wearing underwear because it’s canon that he goes commando. Dazai then took the hot pocket and brought it to his lips before taking a slow bite. And in typical Dazai fashion— he moaned loud enough for the entire apartment complex to hear and got several noise complaints which all went to Kunikida’s answering machine.

“My god, you’re such a slutty tease,” Dazai groans, swallowing the cold ass bite that’s always at the end of the hot pocket. Pushing at the sides with his fingers, the hot pocket opens to reveal its gooey melted cheese and sloppy pizza sauce insides with the occasional chunks of pepperoni. Dazai stroked his cock until he had spread enough precum along his length, though it’s questionable as to why he would as he’s fucking a hot pocket pussy and not actual pussy because he gets none.

Wasting no more time, Dazai slid his dick into the scalding hot pocket and screamed from the pain of literal lava burning the skin of his dick. But he kept trekking through the feeling, because he’ll be damned having his dick blistered by some hot pizza sauce and melting mozzarella chunks ruin him from being horny enough to fuck a microwaveable snack. “Yeah, you like that you dirty, saucy whore?” He grunted, uncaring of the melted cheese and pizza sauce sticking to his now blistering cock.

As this poor hot pocket was being violated like no one’s business, Kunikida was sobbing himself to sleep after getting multiple detailed complaints about how loud Dazai was being while he was aggressively fucking a hot pocket like I did to your mom last night.

“I’m gonna turn you into a toaster strudel, baby,” Dazai moaned loudly, thrusting harder into the hot pocket before filling it to the brim with his cum. “That’s it, take my seed you cheesy whore…” He panted, pulling his dick out of the cum stuffed hot pocket. It took a few moments until he realized the damage that the hot pocket had done to his dick as he looked down to see the various red burn spots and blistering skin covered in pizza sauce, cheese, and pepperoni. “Now I’m going to need bandages for my dick…” He sighed, tossing the hot pocket aside like they didn’t have a special bond. “Well, I’m not hungry anymore, my dick hurts… Time to stick it in some ice cream~” Dazai trailed off to get Kunikida’s credit card to go buy and defile yet another item of food.

As the hot pocket sat on the ground oozing with cum, a rat squeaked and scampered by before sniffing the hot pocket. Deemed worthy enough to take it back to its master, the rat dragged the hot pocket into a mouse hole and scrambled through the walls of the apartments until it made its way outside and into a manhole. Making its way through the sewers, the rat finally arrives at its master.

“What is this?” A Russian accent echoes through the sewers. Slender hands pick up the rat and the hot pocket, Fyodor looking at both with a questionable gaze. The rat squeaks to communicate with the Russian joker and squirms out of his grasp to scatter off to its family.

“A toaster strudel, you say? I’ve never seen such a thing, incredible…” Fyodor doesn’t even bother to take a good look at the hot pocket to see the fluids dripping out of it before he takes a large bite and chews. His face scrunches up— but he keeps eating because man is anemic and refuses to eat anymore of his belly button lint to survive.

“What a strange tasting toaster strudel…”

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YOUR MXM REQUESTER IS BACK AGAINNNN. I’m literally in love w your works fr, like whenever I have nothing to do I’m taking my ass over to your blog to read😭 you’re a wholeass blessing fr

Okay so my mind started working again, like imagine the reader just over all being a tease the whole day and in the evening his Yautja mate walks in on the reader touching himself later on which leads to smut:D?

What We Do In The Night

Pairing: Mai'tuiudh (Male Reader) x AMAB Reader

Warnings: breeding kink, size kink, teasing out in public, knots, masturbation, being caught while masturbating, cum eating, talk about cum, thigh fucking.

Word Count: 5662 (whoops, my hand slipped...)

Summary: A new question. What would happen if you teased your mate while on the mother ship? You're in front of his peers, touching him throughout the day. He can't do anything in return. Not when there's other watching. Wait until he get's back from his meeting...

Author Note: Welcome back! Glad to have you! I'm so glad you are liking them. I have to say, I'm slightly out of my element when it comes to MXM stuff but I do like a challenge. I'm loving them so much as you can clearly tell by the 11 page essay I just wrote, lol. Throw some more at me!

Masterlist

Ao3

Many eyes were on your form as you strutted through the halls. Mai has taught you to ignore them, don’t give them energy to taunt you. Over many visits, you’ve gotten use to the stares and eyes. It no longer bothered you. To be honest, it made you want to try something that Mai has whispered to you before. The Yautja have little shame on what humans call disgusting. It’s taken some time to get use to seeing naked forms along the crew.

They have no reason to shy away though. Their frames are athletic and toned, just like your partners. Straight up hunters that loved the hunt. Most do, at least. From what you’ve heard, others prefer science or mechanics. Those are the similarities to the humans that you considered. There are things between your two races that are completely different then there’s those before mentioned ones.

Your feet were taking wide, quick strides to keep up with Mai’tuiudh. With how fast he was moving, he seemed to be on a deadly mission. To where, you have no idea.

It’s rare to be on the mothership. Mai hated to be here. By the looks of it, the other Yautjas felt the same towards him. The stares, glaring, and scoffing are any clue. You feel like it has something to do with you to being together, but it doesn’t matter to you.

Yet, the elders call upon him to physically check in and report his findings. Mai listens to them. Well, he has to or be hunted down by an Enforcer to be brought back. Mai’s told you this has happened once before. Some Yautja named Dai’stbaen dragging him here to answer to the elders.

The stares don’t go away as Mai plops down on the bench. A bowl of some sort of noodles in front of him. It wasn’t the first time you’ve seen him eat noodles. But it was quite strange yet funny to see. You join Mai next to him and leaned into his side. The Yautja doesn’t move and lets you stay there. There was a little coverage with the table. The others around have finally returned back to their food and tablemates. This was your chance.

A grin grew on your features. Your hand nearest to him rested on his bare thigh. The muscle barely twitched as Mai used chopsticks to pick up some noodles and bring it to his mouth. Said hand started to slide up towards Mai’s torso. This time, you felt Mai’s stomach flex against your side. Good boy, is what you wanted to say but you were in earshot of company.

Once the noodles tangled on the blue Yautja’s mandibles was consumed, Mai released a growl-chuff at you. “What are you doing, little bug?” he questioned, keeping a hand on the bowl and the other grasping the chopsticks. Mai wasn’t going to stop you though. The skimming of your palm felt wonderful against his skin. “Think wisely.”

Poor choice of words. You were thinking of all things you could do to him while he couldn’t do anything. Mai has a taste for touch outside of the bedroom but won’t full on take you in front of company. Such a gentleman. You continued to smirk as your hand reached the hem of his short-shorts, then pushed underneath.

Mai’s skin was set ablaze against yours the closer you got to his core. The Yautja squared his shoulders, attempting to keep any noises to himself. He tried. That’s all that matters in the end.

Later in the day, when the ship was calming down, the two of you found yourself in a sparring room. Other Yautjas were working on their form and whatnot. All of it was enticing but your eyes were kept on the blue Yautja stretching. Mai was bent at the waist, touching his fingers to his toes. You licked at your lips and secretly shifted your twitching dick. How could anyone not want to be ruined by him and his glory? If anyone said no, then they are complete liars.

Your Yautja swiped at drop of blood hanging from his lower mandible with a long tongue. The things Mai could do with that muscle. One’s you’ve experienced countless time. God, just thinking about him was probably alerting the Yautjas around about how horny you were for him. Who cares though? Not you as he walked over to you.

The waterskin in your hand was offered to the sweaty alien. Said being took it from your gasp. As he drank, you placed a hand on his stomach, feeling it flex. That limb skirted over Mai’s crotch, loving the way he tensed and almost choked on his drink. Mai was quick to cap the waterskin and grasp your hand. Yet, as the giant stared into your eyes, he couldn’t tell you to stop. Not when he felt his cock stir within his sheath. Damn this ship.

“What’s the matter, love? Cat got your tongue?” you jestered, palm resting over his crotch. If he didn’t need to show at least a hair of restraint in front of his peers, Mai would’ve had you face down, ass up. The feel of you wrapped around as he stroked your cock. Paya, save his damned soul.

His former sparring partner called to him, asking if they were going to continue. He wished he didn’t have to. He wished he could walk straight out of this room and take you somewhere private.

Maybe he’ll just use your mouth, teach you lesson. Especially, when you’re touching him like that. It’s going to be difficult to focus now. It was all your fault.

The two of you stood in front of the door, a soft smile upon your lips. Lips that Mai wanted to bite as you looked at him that way. The way that captured his sight, his mind, his focus. He couldn’t help placing his hands on your hips and drawing you close.

The heat of his body made your lips press together, eyes sparkling with mischief. Your own hands started at his lower torso then skimmed around his sides then rested on the swell of Mai’s butt.

Said being’s mandibles clicked against one another. If only Elder Foq’oz hadn’t called upon him. He wouldn’t have to leave you. No, he could push you into his dwelling and take you against the door. No eyes could see, but everyone within the vicinity could hear how good he fucks your ass. Then, he would knot you, pouring his seed deep within you. You would keep it there, being so good for him. Afterwards, Mai would carry you to the large bath and take you all over again. He would happily seed you continuously through the night.

His cock’s tip started to rub against his shorts. The friction and smell of you made him keen silently, slightly bent over you. Mai let his tongue slither out to taste the air, eyes drifting shut.

Or, he could take you here. Quickly. Quietly. There would be eyes, much to his dismay, but you’re his. Yet, the Elder would be infuriated to learn why he was late. Mai would receive some sort of punishment by said Yautja. Not that he was against them… he didn’t want to be away longer than necessary from his mate.

“Prepare, little ooman,” he rumbled into shoulder before standing tall. In the air, Mai smelled his own dai-shui lingering. A short shower wasn’t going to get rid of it, as much as he hoped. He’ll have to bear what words the Elder will throw at him. All for you.

At his words, you cocked your head, brows furrowed. “For what, babe?” you requested, hands moving to Mai’s front and slipping underneath his pants again. Your Yautja rocked his hips forward, sweltering penis sliding against your hand. Paya, you were going to be the death of him at his stage. The way you touched him. The way you felt against him just like this.

“Pauking be ready when I return, ooman.” Oh, you knew you were in trouble now at that point. All you could do was smile innocently up at him. Mai growled softly, ending it with a keen. He used a hand to wrap around your neck and simply pin you into the door. “You will not leave my room in the morning. You will be full of me before day.”

Your dick throbbed in your pants. Since your grave has already been dug, who cares if it gets deeper. “Is that a promise or a threat?” One limb drifted north to tweak at one of Mai’s exposed nipples.

Mai’tuiudh had a strong urge to bite you on your neck. Maybe that’ll teach you a lesson. Knowing you though, there’s a chance it wouldn’t work as well as he wanted it to. His grip tightened on you, claws pressing into your skin. “Consider it a threat and promise. It won’t matter though. You’ll be far too cockdumb to know.”

This time, you gasped, hands stilling. God, he knew how to get your blood going. Well, his presence already did that. Yet, you kept a cocky look on your face. “Good. Now, be a good boy and run along,” you shooed him away.

His hand slammed into the pad next to the door. This action caught the attention of many eyes around. Their head snapped to the two of you. They watched as the Yautja shoved you past the door and it closed between the pair. The heavy scent of a horny male in the air. Many just rolled their eyes at the smell before carrying on.

You stared at the sheet of metal blocking you from Mai’tuiudh. Now, you could release the façade, fingers already palming at the tent growing within your pants. Shit, that alien knows what he’s doing with you. His words, smell, being, they drove you crazy when he did things like this. Yet, you had to wait until he came back to get what you want.

An idea came to mind standing in the entrance. It was the honest truth you’ll have to wait until Mai gets done with whatever he’s doing to get knotted. But, that doesn’t mean you can’t have fun while he’s away. Now, you can imagine the sight of him walking in as you played with yourself.

Hand wrapped softly around your hard cock, precoma weeping from the tip. Maybe one of your many toys filling your ass, barely comparing to Mai’s impressive cock. It could just be there until he will.

The pants around your waist did nothing to hide the tent growing within them. Your blood rushing to your hardening cock. Your back rested against the closed door as a hand wrapped around yourself, softly stroking.

Images of past encounters with your lover played behind your eyelids. Every time ended with you knotted on him, dick twitching deep inside of you, filling you with his seed. The back of your smacked against the door, a low moan breaking the quiet air.

All the things Mai has done to you over the course of the time you’ve spent with him. The touches, the words, the emotions. By god, you love him. The Yautja may not say those exact words, but you knew he felt the same as he bared himself to you. He’s been vulnerable to you so many times before.

He’s treated you right this entire time. He cares about you. He’s kept you in his thoughts. Yes, there’s been disagreements, but fuck. They’ve always been resolved. He loves you, words or not. Through and through. When returned back from wherever he’s been called to, he’ll take care of you completely. Someday, you feel you should return the favor full heartily. God, what has you brain done to you?

The question should be, what has Mai done to you? Here you were, back against a door, hand now down your pants to stroke at your dick. Dirty, downright sinful thoughts spilling through your mind. All you wanted was Mai to walk in and see you fisting yourself as you moaned his name.

That made you push off of the door and take unsteady steps towards the bedroom. The trek was long and difficult. Your legs wobbled underneath you at each footfall. All your thoughts were focused on the mental image of you being pounded into by Mai. All you had to do was wait and be good, be prepared. You had a full understanding on what teasing the Yautja in front of his kind could do.

Out in public, Mai stays conservative. He’s respectful yet firm. You aren’t allowed out of his sights when in crowds. Though, this may seem demeaning, he will make you hold his hand the entire time. If that’s not possible. Like for instance, grabbing credits, he’ll force you in front of him, pressed up against him.

At that thought, you wanted to be skin to skin with him. Sweaty bodies moving with each other, each seeking pleasure in the other.

The concave bed covered in pelts and a couple of blankets felt like heaven. Past memories surfacing once more to remind you what’s to come. Your hand didn’t leave the confines of your pant as you laid back. You let loose a moan when you squeezed the base of your cock. That’s what Mai’s going to do to you when he returns. All the things he’s going to do… You wondered what position he’s going to fold you into when comes back. Maybe Mai won’t even take you in the bed. The wall could work, show off how strong he is as he holds you up easily in his arms. Or the bath; you riding him till he knots you. Mai stroking your cock in rhythm. You bit your bottom lip, hips stuttering against your hand.

How can you even think straight with those thoughts? To be honest, you probably weren’t thinking straight at the moment. Mai consumed your mind.

The drag of dry hands didn’t feel the best. You reached over to the low table next to the bed. When it came to Mai, he always has lube nearby at the thoughts of you. One way he shows he truly cares about you. Always on his mind too.

After retrieving the bottle of lube and a toy, your pants were pushed off of your legs and thrown off to the side. Your hardened cock rested against your stomach, leaking precum, tip pink and flushed. It jumped when you skimmed slick fingers over the underside. You whined at the feeling and did the same thing again. Mai’s rough fingers would feel so much better. Patience was key right now. All you had to do was wait somewhat patiently for his return.

The toy earlier mentioned was slicked up with the same lube. You rolled onto your side, hiked up a leg, and nudged the tip against the tight ring of muscles. After countless times with Mai, he’s been able to loosen you up to make it easier for the two of you. Yet, it never hurts to prepare yourself for him. He did say to do that before he left you panting and hard against the door.

You softly cried out as the plug was pushed into you, slowly opening you up. Your bottom lip was bitten again at the pleasure spiking throughout your body. This caused you to start panting, jaw hung low.

Then, the thickest part of it was pushed fully and nestled perfect inside. Your only free hand went immediately back to your cock and started up a decent pace. Your body stayed on it’s side as you stroked, eyes starting to roll back into your head. Fuck, this wasn’t the greatest. The plug did little to fill you the way Mai could. It made you hungry for more. Yet, you guessed it was the idea and possible feeling that had you whining in the empty room.

It was far from silent now in the bedroom. Soft cries, whines, and moan echoing back at your needy form on Mai’s bed. You buried your nose into the pelt and took a deep breath. There. There was his grounding scent woven into the blankets. Your dick twitched, more precum coating the tips. You used the palm of your hand to corkscrew the tip. “Mai!” you whimpered, other hand clawing into the bed.

The muscles in your lower torso tensed, preparing for the upcoming orgasm. Your hand sped up, tightening its hold. Your mind is starting to go blank, besides the only thought on it was Mai. “Pl-ease, let, let me come, baby,” you begged to a figure who wasn’t here, to an empty room.

Your balls tightened, drawing up into your pelvis. Your arm growing tired at the speed but didn’t dare stop. Not when it was right the- “What do we have here?”

Over the white noise in your ears, you heard a voice gravelly speak. The concentration was dropped, hand stopping at the tip, eyes shooting open to find the origin.

In all of his glory, Mai rested a shoulder against the doorway, arms crossed, and eyes locked onto you. His long tongue slipped between his inner jaw to taste the air. You watched as his burnt orange eyes expanded.

All you could do was lay there, panting and not daring to move. The male finally pushed off of the door frame and marched straight over to you. Now, you turned onto your back and started to crawl away from him. That didn’t work.

Mai simply grasped an ankle and tugged you back to him before forcing you onto your front. One hand pinned your neck down into the bed while the other lifted your hips up. The shiny blue butt plug now exposed to him. The Yautja purred lowly, thumb touching the plug before hooking a claw and lightly pulling on it. It moved only an inch inside of you, but you moaned, hands grasping at the pelts again. “Mai,” you cried out his name with him here.

“If you didn’t tease me since this morning, I would be praising you. But you don’t deserve my good words now. Not when you have me wanting to breed you since you touched me out in the hallways this morning.” Mai pushed on the plug now, gaining the same reaction as before. “Do you know how hard it was not to push you into the floor in front of other people and knot you right there? I know you would’ve sound so pretty, begging for my knot and to bred you.”

The touch on your lower end was removed. Only a cool breeze ghosted over the hot skin he had grazed over. “You would’ve loved that. Huh? Seeing all those larger than you watching you getting bred by one of their own? Maybe you would’ve let them have a turn with you?”

This time, you whine in disagreement. “No, no! All yours. All yours. I want you, love. Please. I’m only yours.”

From behind you, where you couldn’t see, Mai smirked proudly at that. The belt around his thick waist was removed, thrown off to the side. Green pelt shorts followed shortly after.

A shiver raked the Yautja’s body, his cock meeting the air, slick and pulsing with need. Mai knew the elder could smell his arousal when Mai entered the room. As much as Mai should’ve felt embarrassed, he didn’t. Instead, he wanted the meeting to be over the moment it started. So, he could come back here and fill you with his cock. Patience is a hunter’s virtue. One a struggled with since he was a child.

“You know how to please me, little ooman,” he grumbled, letting his hand return back to your butt. He squeezed one of your cheeks. Patience. His prize would soon come to him in time. Instead, Mai rested his heavy cock on your tail bone and rutted against you.

From the smell and sight of you, you were ready to come. He could tell when he entered the room you were about to. But Mai ensured you wouldn’t.

Like all the times before, the Yautja leaned down so his mouth was next to your ear. His body curled over yours, easily covering you like a big blanket. The hand on your butt moved to slither around your torso, taking up so much space. “Are you ready for me?” he softly whispered. You felt your cock jump, slapping against Mai’s arm. He smirked at this and licked a stripe behind the shell of your ear.

A whimper sounded in the back of your throat. “Please, love, fill me. I want to feel you so bad. You don’t understand.” His chest vibrated your spine, traveling through your body. You sobbed at the feeling on your weeping cock.

“Oh, but I completely understand.” Mai lifted his upper body off of you before maneuvering you into the position he wanted. You were still in bed, plug removed. Now though, he was sitting with you straddling his thick thighs and waist. Your knees couldn’t even touch the pelts below. All of your weight is resting completely on him now.

A heavy amount of lube had been used on both of you. To the point you felt it rolling down your legs in beads. Both of Mai’s hands were resting on your hips, thumbs touching each other in the middle of your torso. Your aching cock pinned between. It leaked precum, sliding down the length. You were so needy for him, needing to come all over him. Your own way of marking him in return.

Mai simply lifted you up, your cock sliding against his toned abdomen. You reached back to grasp his dick and guide it to your entrance. The Yautja purred as you did so, easily keeping you up.

When you pressed the tip in, Mai’s purr stuttered with a growl. He tensed to stop himself from rutting up into you at just the feel. No matter how many times he enters you, it makes him feel like a newly blooded Yautja getting his first female. This was a hundred times better than that though, making it even harder not to pin you underneath his large frame and take you. You made him feel this way.

He allowed you to control the speed at first. Your comfort was first in his book. He enjoyed the slow slide of you coming down on his penis. The way you would stop, rise up only to fall further. You squeezed the life out of him the further you went down. Then, you finally met your hips against his. His claws bit into your skin at the feeling.

“God, you fe-el so good, love.” Your hand skated down to wrap around your cock. A mistake. Mai grasped that limb and pulled it away.

“Mine to touch. Not yours,” he demanded before releasing the hold. You whined and rested your forehead against his pec. How could he deny you when he’s filling you so perfectly. His knot wasn’t inflated but you could still feel it pressing inside of you.

The Yautja rumbled a laugh at your reaction. Poor little ooman, waiting for him to knot. He waited though until he felt you fully relax against him before lifting you up. The way you sobbed into his chest had him already wanting to hear more. He pulled you back down until your hips met again, beginning a slow but hard pace. One that had you panting and pawing at him.

Low curse words spilling from your lips at the building pleasure. Pleasure that had you already on the edge from earlier. Oh shit. You were going to come so quick. There was no stopping if he kept this up. What would he think of you? Such a needy little thing, already spilling your cum on him?

It took a little effort to even think of the words as the band in your stomach tightened. “Mai, Mai… mmm. I’m gonna come. Let me. Please. I wanna. Please,” you begged to the large alien fucking his cock into you.

Said being couldn’t help the smirk from growing on his mandibles. What you had said already confirmed his suspicions. This was the cause from you playing with yourself earlier. He couldn’t deny the fact you were making him feel so good. Though, if he was truly thinking, he probably would’ve stopped to let the orgasm fade away. You deserved it after teasing with all those touches all day.

His mind already recalling your subtle touches against his thigh as the two of you walked through the hallways. Many of his kinds eyes were on you, watching. Yet, you didn’t seem to know and carried out feeling him up. He knew the others could smell his growing musk for you. He can’t blame the mating season. There’s a couple of months till then.

After that one, you had taken a seat on his lap, pressing into him. Mai easily read the way the room tensed at this. Some Yautja had looked away while others couldn’t stop staring. As much as Mai hated it, he returned the pressure on them until no one dared to look at them.

Then later on, you had pulled him, off guard, into an empty hallway and backed him into the wall. This caused the Yautja’s eyes to bulge out, lower jaw slackened as he watched you feel him up. Mai couldn’t help his head throwing back and body pressing up into your hands. You ate that up happily.

Or when you slipped your hand into his pants while he talking to an old friend. He nearly choked on his spit when your fingers slipped across his slit. Said friend gave him a weird look but carried on until Mai had to remove the two of you from the equation. You were giggling the entire time, unable to quiet down. Damn, you were proud of yourself.

Usually, now would be the time for revenge. With the way you were squeezing him, calling his name, begging for him. How could he deny you that sweet, sweet release?

Mai angled his hips towards something he knew would make you keen just for him. When the tip of his penis slammed against that special spot, you gasped, nails digging into his flesh. “Fuck! Do that again! Please! Again,” you pleaded with him. You were perfect like this.

One of his hands moved to grasp your weeping cock and started a pace that matched his own. If you were going to come this early, he’s going to milk it for what it’s worth. “Come, little ooman. Come on my hand, now,” he snarled as he felt you clench around him. He had a bit of stamina left in him so this wasn’t the end for him just yet.

You cried out hard, his name falling from your lips. The band in your stomach snapped, balls drawn tight. Your cock throbbed within Mai’s hold, white cum shooting out across his torso and hand. Your shaky hands slid up to grasp at his shoulders. “Good boy,” the large predator grumbled, hips not once faltering, over the white noise in your ear.

Once the feeling of cloud nine started to fade away slowly, your body slumped against his chest. You felt your cum touch you but that was the least of your worries now. Your own heaving for air. One of Mai’s hands petted down the length of your sweaty back. You relaxed, eyes drifting close.

Until the uncomfortable feeling of overstimulation started to creep up your spine. You whined incoherently at him, hands pawing at him. This gained his attention to stop, one hand forcing your chin to look up at him. Concern bubbled deep within those burnt orange eyes of his as they searched your own. “Are you okay?” he was quick to ask yet didn’t dare move in case he somehow injured him.

“Too much,” you slurred, eyes watering. Mai was relieved at that. He hadn’t hurt you. An idea was quick to come to mind instead.

Mai leaned down to lick at your cheek, a way to give you kiss. “I’m going to pull out, okay?” You hummed with a head nod. To which, Mai followed through with what he said he was going to do.

It wasn’t painful as he slipped from you. Instead, it made your softening cock twitch with need. You whined at the feeling, softly digging your nails into the flesh of his shoulders. “You did so well for me,” he whispered into your ear after he fully pulled out and kept you seated in his lap.

From this position and what part of your mind that had returned, you took notice on how hard and the lack of a knot… Mai hadn’t come yet. That wasn’t fair. You weren’t about to let that go. One of your hands reached behind you to grasp at his aching cock. The Yautja groaned, hips jutting up into your grasp, but he was able to snap out of it and stop you. He was going to take care of you, not the other way around. “Rest, little ooman. You did so good.” Mai brought up his cum coated hand to his mouth and licked it out. The taste is different from his own in all the good ways. His cock jumped at the taste but you weren’t able to at this moment.

“Mai, you hadn’t come yet,” you stated like he didn’t know it was the truth.

“I’ll be fine.” That you disagreed with a whine and shook your head.

“No. Use me. Wait-“ an idea came to mind “-use my thighs.” Mai’tuiudh’s eyes pinned at that, hold tightening on you.

Over time, your thighs have grown stronger but still have a velvety feel to them. Maybe you did have a good idea. “Are you sure? I don-“

“Fucking use me.” Your wish is his command.

Mai maneuvered you the way he wanted, showing off his strength during the moment. Now, you were on your back. Both of your legs up in the air but your thighs pressed together, slick between the two. Again, lube is your best friend when it comes to Mai’tuiudh. You loved him but not a day of sex goes by without said bottle.

“Ready?” he questioned. One arm was wrapped around your knees, keeping them together. His hand holds his throbbing, weeping cock. No words came to you. Instead, all you did was nod your head. One hand rested on your softened cock. The feel of it there made you shutter.

Once he got the confirmation, Mai lined himself between your thighs then pushed forward. His eyes rolled back into his head. He wasn’t going to last long. The course of the day weighing him down. You were weighing him down. The sight of your small form below him, pauked out, willing to let him use your legs for his pleasure.

A low growl sounded in the back of his throat. You smiled, dazed, up at him, palm and digits wrapping around your cock. There wasn’t a chance to get another orgasm out of you but the pleasure was always welcomed. “You gonna come, big boy? Gonna come all over me? I’m gonna smell like you then, if you do,” you teased lowly.

Start talking about marking and scenting, that’ll get Mai’s gears going. It’s the perfect thing. Said Yautja’s hips faltered their beginning pace already. A low hum sounding in the back of your throat. “Hmmm, yes you are. You always look so handsome when you do. Gonna let me see that again. See you cover me in your cum.”

This time, you heard Mai’tuiudh whimper, hold tightening while his other arm came for support around your legs. You reached down with your free limb. Each time the top portion of his cock speared between your thighs, you caressed him.

Then, an idea came to mind.

The limb holding your dick lifted it up to rub against Mai’s each time he thrusted forward. Pleasure shocked throughout your entire body, causing you to gasp and tense. “Come, baby. Come!” you called out to him like you were in charge. As if.

Mai’tuiudh’s eyes narrowed, hips brutally slapping against yours like he was possessed. All you could do was lie there and watch as your gorgeous Yautja fell apart above. The strong, mighty have fallen to the likes of you, about to come at the feel of your thighs. “That’s it. You can do it.”

A roar echoed around the room. Mai slammed his thighs against the back of yours. A stinging sensation ran up them but you pushed that off to the side to watch as your Yautja came.

Large spurts of cum shot out from the neon green tip of Mai’s beautiful cock. The strength it had had it landing on your face. You were happy to lick what you could off of it, all while keeping eye contact with him.

He was quick to bend over and lick a stripe off of your face for you. Then, said tongue pressed against your lips. You allowed him entrance and tasted him.

When the two of you pulled away, him hovering over you, eyes peering into yours, you leaned up to place a chaste kiss on his lower mandible. “You looked so pretty when you come, babes,” you teased the Yautja.

“I should be the one saying that to you. Specially covered with my seed.” You giggled with a soft smile. Mai leaned back up, large body kneeling before you. “Now, why don’t I clean you up?” You happily agreed with him, letting the Yautja lift your body off of the bed. One thing you liked being on this ship was the bath. This ship wasn’t that bad in the end.

[yandere--stuck]

As much as I love D'arce and want only the best for her, seeing her struggle with her love for her Obsession and her "love" for Le'garde would be so fucking funny fr

(Tbh I don't think she actually LOVES Le'garde(or maybe I just really hate him), it's more of a situation where she forces herself to have feelings for him. Anyways, D'arce is a girl boss and I love her)

No dw I agree Le'garde is so sucks </3 I think she probably likes the idea of the guy or the image of him she built up in her head but it turns out he's super shitty 😔

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It would be difficult for D'arce, realizing that the further down she descends into darkness of the dungeons, so too does she delve deeper into her growing affection for you. Upon your first meeting, even, it was like sliding your hand into a specially made gauntlet. The perfect fit. The perfect pair.

Though she held the soul of domination and the rest of your allies saw her as team captain, D'arce found herself deferring to you. It was just so easy. As easy as breathing, even. Acting out your orders, shadowing your movements, heading your every word. Almost like how she felt with…

Le'garde. He was alive. Alive, but tortured and beaten and bloody, and with very little memory of himself and the life he lived. D'arce should be happy. Overjoyed. Falling to her knees and crying as she embraced her captain.

But, there was barely anything. As if whatever emotions she should have felt only barely sparked within her and fizzled out before they could burst. 

She met her captain's eyes, and there was recognition. And there it was - a small bit of warmth inside her. A smile made its way to her face. Maybe… Maybe she was overthrowing this. Or just in shock. And, well, the fact that in the time you spent down in the dungeons, D'arce had spoken with you much more than she ever had with Le'garde, at least in terms of personal matters. You spent downtime and guard shifts for your sleeping allies whispering anecdotes of times long passed, swapping rations over stories of your home and childhood and how you came to this place, holding back laughter as you shared some ale. 

It felt like she had known you for lifetimes. And now, it was as if it'd been lifetimes since she last saw Le'garde. And what shone blindingly in the sun now seemed a bit dim and dull in the dark.

"I… Th- there's something down there," Le'garde insisted, pointing to a door that was just visible behind a veil of shadow. "I must get it. Then, then we can leave."

"Le'garde, we must leave," she implored.

"Please," Le'garde grasped her hands in his own. "I need this."

D'arce couldn't look him in the eyes. Instead, she turned to you and the others. Cahara and the girl were clearly anxious to leave while Ragnvaldr and Enki showed clear signs of irritation. But, you…

Despite your fear and exhaustion, you told her, "Wherever you go, D'arce, I'll follow."

She felt as if she should be the one saying that to you. A smile lit up her face and it takes her a moment to realize she needed to make the choice.

"Real quick, right?" She hesitated before nodding to Le'garde. "And then we can go?"

"I… Believe so. I don't remember."

—

She fell back into her role as Le'garde's right hand - but now, it felt wrong. Suffocating. Unnatural. She let him lead her down further, she followed him through the ancient, impossible city underneath everything. Because of her, you found yourselves within a Grand Temple. And that's when Le'garde let his facade drop.

She had let Le'garde trick her.

You were all wounded, some starving, some missing limbs. D'arce had led you further and further into this hellhole. This was all his fault.

"You don't understand. You couldn't understand, this is so much bigger than you," Le'garde approached the Throne of Ascension. "I must do this."

"You said you couldn't remember…" The Knight mumbled.

"You fucking liar!" Ragnvaldr roared like an animal, both Cahara and Enki barely able to hold the Outlander back.

D'arce's gaze flitted to you, only to look away when your eyes met. Instead, she looked to the girl, who peeked out from behind you, clutching at the fabric of your shirt. She looked upon Le'garde with an unreadable expression.

"D'arce, I'm sorry." The man said.

"You lied to me."

"I don't expect you to understand," he sighed, then made his way for the throne.

D'arce couldn't move. The world felt as if it was breaking apart around her. Everything she knew to be truth was all lies. Le'garde, captain of The Knights of The Midnight Sun, noble and fair and strong and true. Like a god in man's skin.

The false prophet. The false god.

D'arce gritted her teeth, shaking with rage. She white-knuckled the sword in her grip. She-

"No!" Your voice cried and D'arce gasped as she watched you fly across her vision. She whipped her head to follow, body as tense as wound-spring as you made a mad grap for Le'garde. Scrambling for a hold, you tugged the man away.

Le'garde nearly fell, before righting himself as he swiveled around to sneer at you, lips pulled back to bear his teeth. His hands fumbled for his sword. 

"I won't let you take this from me!" He screamed, raising his sword with a flourish. D'arce watched, eyes wide and unblinking as you panicked and went still in shock.

She didn't even realize what had happened. It was instantaneous. Instinctual. One second she was watching you, and in the next, her sword was sticking through her former captain's neck. Droplets of blood began to coat and run down the metal of her sword. The man's eyes were wide and scared, sparkling with betrayal. Gurgle escaped his throat, either attempting to speak or already beginning to slowly drown in his own blood.

And she felt nothing. Just another casualty in this place. In the name of her leader. Her savior. Her living god. You.

In a flash, she swiftly pulled the sword from Le'garde, letting him fall to the ground as blood shot from neck. D'arce simply stepped away as blood began to pool at her feet. She turned to your group.

Meeting Ragnvaldr's eyes, she crossed one arm across her chest and gestured to the man on the floor. "You can take care of the rest, if you desire."

The Outlander was still for a moment, before shaking himself out of his shock, approaching the man as he shook with barely restrained rage, moving to straddle him and making Le'garde wheeze and bubble with pain and pressure.

D'arce turned away. Sounds of pain and fist meeting flesh echoed in the temple. But she didn't look away because the idea pained her, no. Le'garde simply was nothing to her now. She'd get nothing, not even pleasure, out of his painful death.

The others… Enki seemed slightly amused, a smirk on his lips as he ogled the beating. Cahara was across the room, shielding the girl's eyes and ears as best he could as he waited to depart. Apparently, the money wasn't worth it anymore. And you…

"D'arce!" You surged forward to embrace her. 

You embraced her. Your arms around her, face pressing against her chest plate. If not for her armor, you could hear her heartbeat. She was euphoric. Filled with light. If this wasn't proof of your holiness, what could be?

"You saved me. You saved my life."

Of course. Of course she did. She is your knight, after all. Your knight. Your right hand. Your most devoted soldier. She loved you. She'd do anything, everything for you.

"I want to go home," you admitted. Tears collected within your eyes, stinging your cheeks.

D'arce nodded. She parted from you, only to slowly, with shaky hands, raise up to cup your face. She held you gently, like you were the precious, most fragile treasure in the world.

"Wherever you go, I'll follow." She promised.

[ynverse]

jumin’s fluff alphabet

JUMIN x gn! reader | headcanons

a/n: okay mayhaps i wrote a lot... but i am his soulmate and he told me it was okay!

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

❥ jumin is demiromantic because i said so (he just like me fr) ❥ he would fall for your heart and personality above all else ❥ the genuine concern are care for him and others...his trauma and him folded ❥ psychically? he loves your hands. specifically your left hand ❥ holds onto your left hand/always wants your left hand on him because he wants to feel connected to your heart at all times

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

❥ he would want a family but the term is arbitrary to him ❥ family doesn’t have to mean having a traditional child ❥ he just wants the sense of belonging a family has (elizabeth the 3rd is practically your child anyways) ❥ if you wanted to adopt a child and/or birth one then he would be okay with it (would admittedly get a little upset having to take the child with you all if you go on vacation)

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

❥ handsy (sfw way guys) ❥ he needs at least one hand cradling your head/hands/waist/shoulders to feel grounded ❥ will say he doens’t want you to fall off but his bed is bigger than ever so... (he’s sly when he wants to be) ❥ loves having you lay on your side while he is on his back, your body pressed against his with your head on his chest and your legs tangled together ❥ he tries to have a no work at home policy to respect your time together so he will probably also use this time to relax with you ❥ movie cuddles are so fun with this man but it’s so hard to focus when his thumb caresses the back of your hand, tracing little hearts onto your skin

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

❥ everything and anything and more ❥ any date idea you have, jumin will make sure happens ❥ he will so copy dates you fawn over, down to the smallest details ❥ will hate when you plan dates and don’t let him help because he wants you to feel loved, he couldn’t care less about himself ❥ many at home dates that he refuses to call dates because he thinks you deserve more, but he puts so much into them that they are definitely dates

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world...))

❥ you are his ❥ there is nothing that makes him happier than being able to call you his ❥ say you are his and he will gaze at you with so much adoration in his eyes that you practically melt

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

❥ as soon as you saw him for who he was, he started developing feelings ❥ he is kinda obtuse so he has trouble articulating them externally ❥ i think jumin is the type of person to fall in love quick but also falls more each day ❥ he is eternally free-falling into the ravine of his love for you ❥ he was able to be sure it was love the day of the RFA party ❥ seeing you with the people he cares deeply about? that’ll do it

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

❥ SO SO GENTLE ❥ affection starts off soft but can become more rough and passionate if something is stressing him ❥ the way he cradles your head when he hugs you, making sure that he doesn’t misplace a single hair on your head ❥ the way he manages to pull you away from the paparazzi without even disorienting you? his gentle grasp on your hand as he shoves everyone else away, regardless of what it will do to his image, just to ensure you don’t feel overwhelmed. the way his fingers manage to find yours as they interlock, a soft tug bringing you closer to him. the way his hand moves to nudge your head into his chest, his fingers slipping away from yours to instead move around your waist. the way it seems like it is just the two of you as he guides you over to somewhere more private. the way he cusps your jaw as he places a soft kiss upon your temples, moving to your forehead, and then your lips as he asks “my love, are you alright?”; barely managing to get a word in between the kisses ❥ so maybe i rambled

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

❥ definetly a guy who prefers to have an arm wrapped around your waist ❥ he wants to feel like he is protecting you because he is always worried about the media/his father’s enemies harming you ❥ i feel like holding hands is a private thing for him, something you guys do when you’re laying in bed ❥ holding hands when you both are doing your own thing so you are still connected >>>

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

❥ let’s say his first impression from speaking to you 1 on 1 instead of you barging into their chatroom B) ❥ he was shocked at how...genuine it felt? ❥ lots of people seem to try and impress him or treat him superficially because of the family he was born into ❥ that or they act like the RFA and kind of make light of his situations  ❥ the fact that you listened and spoke to him as if he was just like everyone else made him happier than he would care to admit

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

❥ no [read: yes] ❥ specifically when it concerns zen (zen is a flirt tho so i cannot blame him) ❥ also gets iffy with you around his father since he knows how his father is (not jealous but more so grossed out and scared) ❥ wraps an arm around your waist and gently kisses your temple ❥ would namedrop “love” as often as he could ❥ not above making up date plans to get you away from people flirting with you ❥ would so take you on that fake date after. he has to save face so why not kill two birds with one stone? a date with you and a way to get you away from people who don’t deserve you

“love,” jumin says, slipping his hand ever so gently around your waist, “who is this?”

the other person doesn’t miss the way jumin looks directly at them as he places a kiss to your temple. the way his eyes looked so calm yet guarded, as if he was daring them to even think about trying to flirt with you again.

“this is a new coworker! i was put in charge of showing them how everything works.”

jumin’s eyes traced back to you, admiring how well you did your job. you were tasked with helping someone completely new so it meant you had to be considered one of the best. his heart swelled with pride - that is, until the newbie interrupted his train of thought.

“yeah…so,” they trailed off, looking between you and jumin, “would i be able to get your number? incase i have any questions later on?”

jumin swiftly moved his hand from your waist to the small of your back, leading you towards where driver kim was waiting.

“y/n, my love, i made reservations for us. would it be alright if we headed there right now?”

“yeah! of course,” you looked towards jumin and smiled, “sorry, can we talk about this later?”

the newbie simply nodded while jumin couldn’t help but let out a small smirk.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

❥ oh... that first kiss CG WHEWWWW ❥ he always initiates it ❥ you can try but he will take control and it seems like he initiated it anyways ❥ lingers before actually committing to it, eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes before pulling your chin closer ❥ a hand of his always gently cradling the cusp of your chin until it isn’t so gentle and more so desperate ❥ will always go back for more kisses

“jumin-”

“just one more love,” jumin says pulling away even more to look you in your eyes. his hair was becoming more messy, the strands falling in front of his face. he looked desperate, as if his yearning for you could never be satisfied. “they can wait, let me love you once more.”

L = Love (Who says 'I love you' first?)

❥ he falls in love first 100% ❥ this is coming from someone who falls all at once if they fall (he is just like me fr) ❥ would verbalize it as soon as he realizes <3 ❥ would ask you to love him when you feel ready but asks that you let him tell you his emotions in the meantime ❥ he has no issue waiting for you but he needs wants you to always know of his love for you

M = Memory (What's their favorite memory together?)

❥ you wanted to surprise him at his penthouse for his birthday (you’re so lucky the guards were given orders to always let you in) so you decorated the whole place and invited the rfa ❥ everyone else was sitting on the couches and talking (zen was purposely sneezing because jaehee kept complimenting his ‘graceful sneezes) except for you ❥ you were sitting in front of the cage elizabeth the 3rd was put in for zen’s safety, meowing back at her to try and commmunicate ❥ jumin opened the door to find his closest (only) friends and the love of his life waiting for him ❥ seeing you try to imitate elly’s meows, as well as the fact everyone wanted to celebrate him ???  ❥ he was so touched he even smiled (albeit small) in front of zen... yeah zen will never let him live that down

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

❥ this is not even a question. ❥ if you tell him you think a certain star is pretty, he WILL buy it for you ❥ absolutely adores it when you try to convince him to not spoil you ❥ he’s so used to seeing women go to his father and try to get anything and everything, so the fact that you don’t makes him so happy ❥ he knows you love him for him, which makes him want to spoil you even more ❥ PLEASE do not glance at anything for more than a couple of seconds because he will remember and get it for you

O = Orange (What color reminds them of their other half?)

❥ lavender  ❥ seems like a cop out to use his heart color but hear me out ❥ lavender represents calmness and devotion, yet also represents elegance and luxury ❥ it’s a color that reminds him of not only you, but himself as well. ❥ he was the melancholy light blue that would be brushed over until he met the red passion you held within you ❥ he cannot think about his other half without thinking about how complete he feels, and just like lavender, his life is made up of two opposing yet beautiful differences

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

❥ “love” is his go to. he wants you to know he loves you even if he doesn’t verbalize it as much ❥ “my love” when he wants to remind anyone and everyone, even himself, that you are his <3 ❥ other than that, he would stick to using your name ❥ you are so perfect to him, there is no name he can call you to fully capture his love for you

Q = Quaint (What is their favorite non-modern thing?)

❥ oh i got a list, get ready ❥ opening the car door for you, making you wait inside until he does so ❥ princess style carrying you whenever there is a chance of your feet getting wet because he rather be uncomfortable than you ❥ bringing you a flower (minimum) every time you two go on a date ❥ love notes (delivered through text because he is a busy man) whenever he misses you ❥ a kiss on the forehead every time you must depart from one another ❥ i am weak in the knees for him

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

❥ trips to his private garden ❥ his private garden is more of a garden inside of a greenhouse so no rain would get on you guys ❥ sitting under one of the garden’s trees as you listen to him read <3 ❥ soft classical (guys i love classical music so much shhh) music playing in the background as the gentle patter of the rain droplets lull you into a sleep like state ❥ and when you do fall asleep? jumin will lean his head on top of yours and pretend the two of you are in your own fairy tale

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

❥ all he needs is to spend time with you and talk about it ❥ you make him happy just by being beside him ❥ omg if you cook something for him.... it will make him so happy that you are even concerned about his wellbeing ❥ perks of him being traumatized and unworthy of love? any positive interaction with you makes him feel loved and happy

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

❥ your day ❥ his day ❥ elly ❥ anything to learn more about you ❥ this man has barely ever been listened to, please just let him converse about whatever he feels like

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

❥ reading to you ❥ something about you being lulled to sleep to the sound of his voice makes him so happy and relaxed; just knowing you feel so safe with him makes him <3_<3 ❥ laying w elly (but that’s such an obvious answer) ❥ sitting down and relaxing with both you and elly right next to him <3

jumin and you both sat on opposite ends of the loveseat, only being connected by his hand that enveloped yours. elizabeth the third was seated on his lap, purring as he absentmindedly pet her in between pages of his novel. your laughs can be heard as you messed with seven in the chatroom, each laugh causing you to squeeze jumin’s hand a little. this was what he could get used to everyday; the two of you being connected emotionally no matter what you’re doing.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

❥ YOU. ❥ jumin is affluent but he doesn’t like showing it off ❥ he may accidentally do so because he is obtuse at times but he isn’t proud of his money ❥ you and elly > everything else in his life ❥ if you work, even if it is a temp. job, he will hype it up ❥ zen wants to talk about how pretty his face is? jumin sends a photo of you with a “y/n is looking etheral” with his cat chat bubble thingy ;,)

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

❥ let’s pretend he didn’t do it in the game already ❥ tbh anyone who says he plans it is  and follows through is such a liar ❥ he will do it as a spur of the moment thing ❥ he could plan a whole reservation for you and ask the RFA to prep everything only to get so excited that he proposes next time he sees you ❥ always has the ring on him even if he isn’t set to propose for like another couple of months because he is a loverboy at heart

X = Xylophone (What's their song?)

❥ daddy issues - the neighborhood

“And if you were my little girl I'd do whatever I could do I'd run away and hide with you I know that you got daddy issues, and I do too”

❥ i also made a jumin playlist so if y’all wanna listen click here (giggles)

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

❥LMAOOOOO... we all know the answer to this ❥ loves the idea of you being his and him being yours ❥ he won’t pressure you to get married asap but y’all would be engaged until you’re ready ❥ y/n han is the most beautiful sounding name to him

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

❥ you two already have elizabeth the 3rd ❥ no one dared to think about what would happen if elly (jumin refuses to admit he finds it cute when you say elly, especially is seven overhears) died ❥ elizabeth the 3rd is immortal. she will be with you all forever

[stormyoceans]

top 10 most romantic vice versa moments? :)

SFJKSGFKGSKDGJSG SHORT ANSWER WOULD BE ALL OF THEM THEY LITERALLY INVENTED ROMANCE!!!!!! but apparently i like to hurt myself and aim to lose whatever sanity i have left so HERE WE GO I GUESS

1. the kitchen scene in episode 12. most of the time romance isn't actually in the grand public gestures but in the small ones we share every single day in the privacy of our homes and this scene is a perfect example of it like THE BACK HUG. THE CHEEK KISSES EXCHANGE. "WHATEVER COMES FROM YOU IS SO GOOD". PUEN TIGHTENING HIS HOLD AROUND TALAY AND TALAY'S HAND REACHING FOR PUEN'S OWN INSTINCTIVELY. "THANK YOU FOR COMING BACK AND SEARCHING FOR ME. AND THANK YOU FOR TAKING AWAY MY FEAR OF TOMORROW". PUEN'S HANDS ON TALAY'S WAIST. TALAY CUPPING PUEN'S FACE. "I THANK YOU TOO FOR BEING BORN SO THAT I COULD LOVE YOU". THE QUICK KISS AT THE END THAT'S JUST SO CASUAL AND INTIMATE AND SOFT. i've literally never seen two people be more domestic in love and enamored with each other in my entire life im sorry but this is truly peak romance to me!!!!!!

2. the reunion scene in episode 11. romantic scene moment sequence of events of all time OF ALL TIME truly changed the trajectory of my life my outlook my values the very foundations of my personhood i genuinely can't have more than surface level thoughts about this scene or else i'll go insane fr. LOVERS TRASCENDING SPACETIME AND FINDING EACH OTHER AGAIN IN THE SAME PLACE ONE OF THEM FIRST FELL IN LOVE WITH THE OTHER BUT IN A DIFFERENT UNIVERSE IN A DIFFERE BODY!!!!!! “TALAY” BEING THE FIRST WORD OUT OF PUEN’S MOUTH!!!! TALAY BEING SO OVERWHELMED HE CAN’T SAY ANYTHING AT FIRST!!!! “AI’DANG”!!!! THE BONE CRUSHING HUG!!!! "YOU MUST BE VERY TIRED. FROM NOW ON THINGS WILL BE OKAY"!!!! THE WIFE TEASING BECAUSE THAT'S EXACTLY WHO THEY ARE BICKERING BANTERING NERDS ABSOLUTELY SMITTEN FOR EACH OTHER!!!! THE HEARTACHE THE LONGING THE REALIZATION THE RELIEF THE COMFORT THE TENDERNESS THE UNDERSTANDING THE JOY THE LOVE!!!!!! losing my mind my marbles my capacity for rational thought and my grasp on reality

3. the hat scene in episode 9. doctor jimmy fucking pay my therapy bills and answer for your crimes in a court of law i watched this scene 9373828 times but also i can't look directly at it because i'll implode instantaneously. he really was out there that day making the most choices looking awestruck to the point of reverence and giving so much adoration tenderness wonder devotion LOVE!!!!! AND IF PUEN'S REALIZATION OF WHO TALAY IS WASN'T ALREADY THE MOST DERANGED EMOTIONALLY CHARGED INSANE SHIT EVER PUT TO FILM THEY ALSO GAVE US ANOTHER CONFESSION!!!!! "NO MATTER WHAT WILL HAPPEN, ALL I WANT IS FOR US TO REUNITE"!!!!! "I THINK I AM FALLING FOR YOU"!!!!! "CAN'T YOU TELL? IM FALLING FOR YOU TOO"!!!!! LIKE NOT ALL OF THIS ON TOP OF THE SOULMATISM THING PLEASE IM ALREADY ON THE FLOOR WAILING STOPPPPP KICKING ME WHEN IM DOWN

4. the post reunion scene in episode 11. so you get the reunion scene and are now agonizing on the floor partaking in fits of female hysteria trying to get a hold on yourself but hey, you think, at least that's the most romance they're gonna give in an episode, right? you're safe.... right???? FOOL!!!!!! YOU'RE NEVER SAFE IN THIS SHOW!!!!!! and what's more devastatingly romantic than puentalay just being puen and talay and talking about their feelings like THE RETURN OF "DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG THOSE 43.200 MINUTES I WAITED FOR YOU FELT LIKE"????? "IT WAS NO DIFFERENT FOR ME. BECAUSE FOR ME IT WAS 2.592.000 SECONDS I WAITED FOR YOU"????? "IM SO HAPPY"????? PUEN FIXING TALAY'S HAIR????? THE FOREHEAD KISS????? "DOES IT STILL FEEL LIKE A DREAM? OR DO YOU WANT ME TO DO MORE"????? THE HAND HOLDING????? "PROMISE ME YOU WON'T LEAVE ME AGAIN"????? "I WON'T LEAVE YOU AGAIN. I PROMISE"????? THE KISS????? anyway i'll be clinically dead for up to three business days do not contact me im becoming one with the soil

5. the greyllery confession in episode 8. look i know im biased but if you don't think this is one of the most romantic confession scenes in the history of television you're just lying to yourself. THE FACT THAT IT HAPPENS WHEN THE LIGHTS ARE OUT TO EMPHASIZE THAT THEIR FEELINGS AREN'T ABOUT THE BODIES THEY INHABIT BUT ABOUT WHO THEY ARE????? TALAY CUPPING PUEN'S FACE AS IF HE'S HOLDING THE MOST PRECIOUS THING IN THE WORLD IN HIS HANDS????? "I HAVEN'T EVEN SEEN YOUR REAL FACE YET I LIKE YOU"????? PUEN BEING SO OVERWHELMED WITH EMOTIONS HE NEEDS TO GRAB TALAY'S WRIST TO GROUND HIMSELF????? TALAY REPEATING "I LIKE YOU" 4 TIMES????? "I LIKE YOU TOO. I LIKE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU"????? THE KISS????? THE TEAR FALLING DOWN PUEN'S CHEEK?????? i need to be institutionalized rn

6. the hourglass scene in episode 12. i guess puen declaring his feelings for talay to the world would be the easiest choice here, but it's in the quiet moments just between the two of them where i always feel my heart swelling and overflowing with emotions. AND WHAT A MOMENT THIS ONE IS!!!!!! "i didn't need to look at it (the moon) and imagine your face anymore"!!!!!! "i don't want to leave you"!!!!!! THE HOURGLASS WITH THE SAND THAT DOESN'T FALL!!!!!! "I DON'T WANT TIME TO GO BY WITHOUT YOU FROM NOW ON"!!!!!! TALAY HUGGING PUEN FIRST!!!!!! PUEN STROKING THE BACK OF TALAY'S HEAD!!!!!! "FROM THIS MOMENT ON IT'S YOU AND ME. TALAY AND PUEN"!!!!!! MORE HUGGING AND HEAD STROKING!!!!!! CITY PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND!!!!!! friends im not gonna lie. im on the verge

7. nivea bathtub scene my beloved in episode 3. im physically incapable of watching this scene without giggling twirling my hair kicking my feet pausing and screaming into a pillow. THE WAY TALAY LOOKS AT PUEN JUST RELAXING IN THE BATHTUB WITH HIS EYES CLOSED AND DECIDES TO CLEAN HIS FACE AND DOES THAT SO GENTLY AND INTENTLY????? THE WAY PUEN BRUSHES THE COTTON PAD ON TALAY'S CHEST AND SAYS "IF THIS CAN BE USED TO WIPE AWAY DUST, I SHOULD USE IT WITH YOUR HEART. I THINK YOUR HEART HASN'T BEEN USED IN A LONG TIME"????? and i always praise jimmy for his insane ability of expressing so many emotions through his eyes alone but sea is honestly just as good THE WAY TALAY'S EYES LOOK SO BIG AND DEEP AND INNOCENT AND VULNERABLE IN THIS SCENE AND HE CAN'T HOLD PUEN'S GAZE FOR TOO LONG????? the tension the yearning the electricity THE ROMANCE

8. the first bed scene in episode 6. talay admitting out loud everything he missed about puen while puen is asleep!!!! just because he feels like saying it!!!! and all of those things being intrinsically PUEN!!!!! "I MISSED YOUR ANNOYANCE, YOUR SHYNESS, YOUR NICE SINGING VOICE, YOUR CARE, AND LASTLY JUST YOU"!!!!!! HE BASICALLY CONFESSED RIGHT THEN AND THERE AND DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE IT!!!!! AND THEN PUEN WAKES UP AND SAYS ONE OF THE MOST RIDICULOUS FLIRTY LINES I'VE EVER HEARD AND I RESENT THE FACT THAT I LIKE IT SO MUCH. thank god talay didn't get it but also i wish he did because "i like the sound of the sea" LIKE PUEN REALLY SAID HE LIKES THE SOUND OF TALAY AND SOMEHOW THAT MAKES /ME/ BLUSH????? and then they decided to make things even more disgustingly romantic by having PUEN GIVING TALAY AN EAR MASSAGE TO HELP HIM FALL ASLEEP????? is my mental health a joke to these people

9. the missing you scene in episode 6. TALAY LITERALLY POWER WALKED TO TUN'S PARENTS' HOUSE JUST SO HE COULD SERENADE PUEN AND TELL HIM HE MISSED HIM AFTER NINE DAYS OF NOT SEEING EACH OTHER. and that's pretty romantic as it is, right??? you'd really think that would be more than enough to get the point across, but since no one in this show seems to be satisfied if they don't make any scene as deranged as possible, we have TALAY LOOKING STRAIGHT INTO PUEN'S EYES WHILE SINGING "OH DEAR LOVE, I LOVE YOU". WE HAVE THE OG "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG 12.960 MINUTES I WAITED FOR YOU FELT LIKE?" "I KNOW. BECAUSE FOR ME IT WAS 777.600 SECONDS THAT I SPENT MISSING YOU LIKE CRAZY TOO". WE HAVE THEIR FIRST REAL HUG. honestly everyone involved in this show should be in JAIL

10. the helmet scene in episode 3. there are romantic puentalay moments that actually make me tear up from the sheer immensity of their feelings for each other and then there are romantic puentalay moments THAT HAVE ME GAGGING ON THE SIDE BECAUSE PEOPLE IN LOVE STINKS!!!!!! this scene definitely belongs to the latter group like PUEN GLUED TALAY'S HELMET SO WHEN TALAY FINALLY GOT IT OFF HE COULD READ THE WORDS WRITTEN ON THE BACK!!!!!! TALAY LITERALLY HAD THE SAME THOUGHT AND WROTE ON THE BACK OF PUEN'S HELMET TOO!!!!!! "THE ONE WEARING THIS IS CUTE" AND "YOU'RE SO GREAT"!!!!!!! and even before we got to that they were just standing there saying stuff like "im so lucky to have you"!!!!!! "im also glad i have you"!!!!!! "i'll live tun's life to the fullest. to the best. with you"!!!!!! THE PINKY PROMISE!!!!!! I HATE THEM ACTUALLY THEY'RE INSUFFERABLE

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I WOULD LIKE TO PREFACE THIS BY SAYING I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO REBLOG

I'm just a silly little goose and I should be ashamed of myself - I fr thought I already did it

They won.

AHAHAHAHA EAT SHIT LOL JACE GIRLIES STAY ON TOP THO

His head tosses back against his headboard while his stomach churns, bile spitting like fire up his oesophagus. (...) He should have known it wouldn’t be him, it’s never him. It’s his Strong nephew. (...) Why isn’t it him? He’s the responsible one, the most orderly and respectable of his family. Jace wouldn’t know how to care for you like he could so why is he letting this happen?

Okay I was gonna say this is kinda sad, BUT NOBODY DISSES MY MAN JACE??? Aemond learn to take the L and go ong

He cackles quietly to himself,

"Hihihi" said Aemond, in the darkness of his emo room

Shame floats over him and shields like a glass cage. Never him, he scorns himself. Never him.

Okay... this is sad again and I feel bad for him

"What are you doing?” He asks, cold and warning.

Damn boy don't be rude to your brother tho

Daeron takes no notice, merely tugging at his hair like an ignored kitten. He shrugs. “Thought you could use some company and a kick up the arse.”

BAHAHA I LOVE HIM

Again Daeron groans but this time also wriggles to the side. “Our nephew’s girlfriend.” Aemond scoffs at the topic and climbs off the bed. "He's not his girlfriend yet.”

YET

A giddy grin tilts on your face which sends him to scoop you up and spin you dramatically.

Me when. GOD ME WHEN????

"Oi!” You laugh until he settles you back down. His sweet brown eyes stare down into yours, two gentle, familiar fingers tucking the back of your neck so he can angle it toward him. He rests your foreheads together, breath intermingling with yours. “Do you want me to show you?”

Fuck me. Plwase. Please hace just once oh ny hod please

He lets his tongue dip to glisten his lips while a mischievousness twinkles your pupils.

THEA.

Jace descends onto you like the world’s hungriest soul, passionately smacking his wet kiss to you in feverish delight. It’s instantaneous that your hands find purchase in the already ruffled brown curls that crown his head. They nestle against your fingers and kiss up your palm while their holder slips a quick swipe along your lower lip. 

I'm just a slut ig. Just a hole for this man.

“Sorry, we have a party to get to.”

NO NO WE DON'T

WHY AM I COCKBLOCKING MYSELF RN.

“I’m telling you the man is obsessed.” Baela giggles, whispering in your ear. You roll your eyes.

“He’s my best friend.” You argue.

(...)

"He probably thinks I’m some little sister.”

Siri, play "Fucking Bullshit", the extended YouTube version at maximum volume for me

“Why does loving people hurt?” He asks, finally looking at her with his big doe eyes. “I don’t like it.” Helaena smiles sadly and reaches out to squeeze his hand.

“I know.” She sighs. “But I don’t think loving is for us. I think it’s for them.”

"Sometimes,” He licks his lips. “I look at the stars and I feel nothing.”

Thea stop this. I am actually weeping a little bit. I FEEL SO SORRY FOR HIM I WENT FROM HORNY TO MISERABLE IN LIKE 2 SECONDS.

... Great. I'm wet now and not at all where I wanted.

"But she loves them."

Shit. Fuck. This is so good.

“I lo–” Your almost-boyfriend is suddenly interrupted by a stumbling blonde, skipping toward you both. You gasp and grasp the older boy’s hands, Jace almost forgotten. “Aeg? Aeg, are you alright?”

I'm usually really mad whenever Aegon just appears in fics to cockblock, BUT GOD DAMN IT I LOVE YOUR AEGON SO MUCH THAT I LITERALLY SMILED THE BIGGEST GOOFIEST SMILE OF MY LIFE.

“I love you.” He murmurs, your best friend’s eyes flickering to your lips. All of your bones tense as quickly as water can fall. “What?” You cough out.

“I love you.” Aegon leans a little closer.

OOOOHHH NO YOU DIDN'TTTTTT

OH SHIT IT'S GOING DOWN AHAHAHA NOOOOO WAY

Aegon's timing... I swear to God. Hey, better late than never, tho, right??

Aemond sighs at the image that greets him. Jace instantly turns his back on them, he doesn’t want to piss Y/n off more than he already has.

Aemond: *pikachu surprised face*

Jace: *surrounded by a cloud of doom and death*

THIS IS SO GOOD AHHHHH

“We need to do something about that kid.” He grimaces and meets his brother’s eye. “He’s an arsehole.”

DON'T YOU DARE. NOT ON MY WATCH.

JUST LET MY GIRL BE HAPPY FOR ONCE HELLO???

He scans his brother who settles sharp eyes on him. An unspoken alliance issues in the thick night air.

Aemond... Just find your Alys and leave........... 😟😟 no one wants you here................ and idk how to tell you that bbg

Jessie (Jace)'s Girl Part iv

pronouns: she/her warnings: alcohol influence, short element of self harm (digging in nails and purposely rubbing irritated skin) summary: it’s messy, Jacaerys feels like all his dreams have come true in just one night, unfortunately his uncles do not feel the same and mutually agree that something must be done about it dividers by: firefly-graphics wordcount: 4,300

series masterlist

reference to the song dress by charlotte sands

They won. Aemond thinks bitterly as he looks down at his phone, Aegon’s spite visible in the words that Aemond cares not to repeat. His head tosses back against his headboard while his stomach churns, bile spitting like fire up his oesophagus. Two songs dedicated to her, one winner. He should have known it wouldn’t be him, it’s never him. It’s his Strong nephew. Aemond clenches his jaw, fist so tight that deep red crescent shapes sink through his pale skin. It almost spills down his hand at the force his nails drill. Why isn’t it him? He’s the responsible one, the most orderly and respectable of his family. Jace wouldn’t know how to care for you like he could so why is he letting this happen? He sighs and closes his eye, the socket supposed to match it throbbing wildly more than usual. Maybe it was a good thing, lights always irritate it. Rough as a hound, he grasps the pathetic coverage and zaps it away. The material snaps his left mount of venus driving the clench of jaw begging at him to release even the slightest morsel of pain. But no. Aemond Targaryen does not feel pain. He is better than that, he will be better than that. Instead of groaning, he sighs in relief and rubs his tarnished flesh which only irritates it further. He rubs at it until the blinding sear is worse than his internal. He cackles quietly to himself, of course the drama of his uncle is hereditary. Shame floats over him and shields like a glass cage. Never him, he scorns himself. Never him. 

The door of his bedroom hits his wall loudly and a huff leaves his lips when a begrudgingly familiar body slams against him. He grimaces, his eyepatch falling down the side of his bed. Daeron grins innocently up at him though his eyes encode the opposite. Aemond narrows his own and weaves his brows into a firm scrunch. “What are you doing?” He asks, cold and warning. Daeron takes no notice, merely tugging at his hair like an ignored kitten. He shrugs. “Thought you could use some company and a kick up the arse.” “What?” Aemond sneers. Daeron rolls his eyes and pats his face oddly.  “You are as bad as Aegon.” He groans. “I can’t keep telling you guys what everyone else sees, I knew Aegon was a dumbass but really? You? Aemond you’re a law student.” Aemond scrunches his face.  “What are you talking about?” He snaps.  “You know who.” At the inference, Aemond clenches his jaw and tightens his lips.  “What has that to do with anything, brother?” Again Daeron groans but this time also wriggles to the side. “Our nephew’s girlfriend.” Aemond scoffs at the topic and climbs off the bed with a sense of irritating grace. “She is not his girlfriend yet.” He freezes and glances over his shoulder. “Is she?” A flicker of doubt cracks the formidable stone around him, thinning it into nothing more than an eggshell. Daeron sighs deeply and crosses his legs.  “No.” He answers as though telling a child Christmas came early. Aemond nods, licking cracked lips and trying to contain his giddy relief. He spins on his heels then hesitates. His eyes flicker across the room, legs shifting and hands wringing. Daeron snorts.  “I don’t think she’s even said it back yet.” Aemond visibly relaxes.  “So she’s…” “Single?” Daeron raises his brows then slows his speech–again speaking as though to a child, seemingly a habit of his. “Yah.” The enrapture of silence follows for five tortuous minutes. “Do you think–?”  “Uh huh.” Daeron hoots away as Aemond makes a stride toward the door, tossing a water bottle at him as prompting. It’s seconds later that he regrets this choice and is being rugby tackled to the floor.

To say that Jacaerys Velaryon is ecstatic as you mutually walk out of the venue would be an understatement to say the least, tossing his floppy hair out of his face and grinning like a madman. “I’m just saying that if a tornado came flying at me I wouldn’t be asking about some petrified lizard.” The bell of your laughter rings in mellifluous delight. He can’t get enough of your laugh as he drinks in every hint of amusement from you. Gods you’re so cute when you wrinkle your brows like that. “It’s sweet though!” He scoffs at you, a grin twinkling his teeth. “Sweet is what I would call a bird or Vermax, I wouldn’t call that horrific thing ‘sweet’.” You roll your eyes and elbow him sharply. He blinks the foggy haze out of his eyes in time to see your beaming grin. You roll your eyes and nudge his side. You tut as he tries to shake himself out of his stupor. “Don’t look at me like that.” He teases while sliding an arm around your waist. A sense of excitement bubbles up his throat, a smile warms to his lips. “Like what?” You retort with a lilt. Oh how he wants to capture that sound. “Like you don’t know what you do to me.” 

A giddy grin tilts on your face which sends him to scoop you up and spin you dramatically. “Oi!” You laugh until he settles you back down. His sweet brown eyes stare down into yours, two gentle, familiar fingers tucking the back of your neck so he can angle it toward him. He rests your foreheads together, breath intermingling with yours. “Do you want me to show you?” He lets his tongue dip to glisten his lips while a mischievousness twinkles your pupils. “That depends,” You tilt your head and let your sight wander over his face. “You gonna write me another song?” He smirks and the hand that keeps your head moving in tandem with his, wraps your hair through those long lithe digits. “I’ll write you every song in the world.” Jace breathes into your mouth and lets your plush lips delve through the cracks of his. Jace descends onto you like the world’s hungriest soul, passionately smacking his wet kiss to you in feverish delight. It’s instantaneous that your hands find purchase in the already ruffled brown curls that crown his head. They nestle against your fingers and kiss up your palm while their holder slips a quick swipe along your lower lip. 

Neither of you like the feeling of cold air wedging between you when you part but it’s necessary if you ever want to dive in again. His embrace doesn’t falter, free hand now clutching your side. He smirks unabashedly. “Someone’s eager.” Jace quips. A sigh tumbles like a thread from your mouth, half-hearted. “Aw come on,” He rubs his nose in swift strokes against yours. “You’re telling me you don’t wanna do that again as much as I do?” He leans a little closer, hopefully to resume but a short giggle stops him. 

“Sorry, we have a party to get to.” You state pointedly and pat his cheek before surging past in playfully quick steps. He sighs and watches you jog to Baela’s side, murmuring something to her to issue a loud laugh of her own and a sling of her arm around your shoulder. He’s almost jealous of her. Cregan slams a rough hand on his back as it always is and Jace almost jumps at the contact. Jace lolls his head to look at his best friend and sends a pointed look. Cregan raises his palms in surrender. “I asked you to stop doing that.” Jace groans but he’s still smiling. The northerner scoffs. “You love it.” He teases, eyes shining. Jace raises his brows. “And what if I thought you were…were some attacker!” He spurts, glee running over his tongue. “What if you came up to me and I just oof,” He mimes elbowing his friend in the nose only to wince and groan as Cregan’s laughter bellows, snatching the limb in his hand and twisting it behind his back. “Then we haven’t got anything to worry about, have we?” He teases. A thick amused silence passes them and Cregan drops Jace’s arms. Their feet shuffle in tandem as Jace settles his gaze back on you. 

“Have you asked her yet?” Cregan asks, running his fingers through the curls of his hair, much thicker than Jace’s own which the drummer can’t help but envy. Jace shrugs. “Not yet.” He flushes bashfully and looks down. Cregan quirks a brow and rakes a hand through his friend’s hair and tugs to raise his sights on your form again. The younger’s expression instantly softens. “I will, I will!” Jace exclaims with a childish edge and all too charismatic smile. Cregan scoffs. “You’ve been saying that for the past three months.” Jace’s hands bury in his pockets and he shrugs again. “Yeah but I just feel weird, you know?” Cregan frowns at him. Jace sighs. “She hasn’t said it back.” He mutters. Cregan points a finger at him. “Yet.” He corrects. Jace rolls his eyes. 

“Yet.” A plush pink lip wedges between the Targaryen’s shiny teeth. “I just thought she would have, you know? And it’s fine if she doesn't love me yet I just don’t want to lose her or I don’t know. I know I’m all or nothing but this time I just want her. I don’t care how.” Cregan’s sharp eyes look soft as they scan Jace’s bashful face. “You really like this girl, don’t you?” He asks softly. Jace nods. “Then let’s get you to this party.” He smirks, slapping a hand on his shoulder again and rearing him forward. Before they can get too far though, you and Baela are giggling to each other and your beaming smiles turn on them. They both lose their breath for a moment. “We’re going to pick up Helaena first.” You direct and before either can protest you narrow your eyes and twitch your nose. “No funny business, she’s our friend.” Both boys roll their eyes. “She’s also a green.” They state but Baela tuts at them. “Shameful.” She declares to you and spins around, playfully skipping ahead. “Shameful!” She yells the word this time. You chuckle as her hand tugs yours along. 

“I’m telling you the man is obsessed.” Baela giggles, whispering in your ear. You roll your eyes. “He’s my best friend.” You argue. “So?” Baela bounces her head in front of yours gently. Another burst of childish giggling bubbles through you both. If you hadn’t known better you would’ve thought you were both drunk. Your arm wraps around Baela’s waist while her arm hangs off your shoulder. Her fingertips twitch up slightly to play with some of the strands of your hair. “So, I think he’d sooner gut himself like a fish.” You snicker. “He probably thinks I’m some little sister.” You sigh somewhat wistfully and Baela gives you a look. You roll your eyes. “I still like Jace.” You assure, grinning mischievously. “Good because I don’t want my new step-sister in law getting swept off her feet by someone else before the nuptials are complete. A week left by the way, get your wedding dress.” You choke on your breath while she cackles at you. “I’m kidding.” She remedies then purses her lips with a shrug. “For now at least.” Your fingers are quick to pinch her side. She yelps and turns on you with mock offence. “How dare you.” “Your fault.” You sing, biting back the chuckle attempting to escape the gap between your teeth. She shakes her head slowly with a cheshire smirk. “Oh, you’re gonna get it!” She squeals and her fingers are quick to tickle you. 

You jump into the passenger side of the car before she can attack you. She huffs and slides into the opposite side, feigning sturdiness before pinching your own side. You share a glance with one another and shake your heads. A sigh drains from between both your lips but the smiles remain. You actively ignore when Cregan knocks on the window. “It can wait!” You yell out and Baela sticks her tongue out at them both. Baela revs the engine when Cregan and Jace finally bid their goodbyes and leave you be. “Where’d she go?” You ask, letting your eyes roam the street. “Aegon wanted her.” Baela winks and chuckles at the wrinkle of your nose. “You couldn’t have worded that any other way?” “What?”  “Or just not have winked you freak.” She scoffs at your retort and continues driving down the road. Her sights rake over the various parks or establishments Helaena may have been dragged to.

Aegon sighs as he lays awkwardly across the swingset, his head dangling backward and legs bent to the floor. The middle of his spine settles on the seat. He jumps however when a familiar voice sounds. “I thought I’d find you here.” Helaena’s soft words utter as she draws closer. He sighs, not entirely all that surprised. He hates that she always manages to find him. “I wish you didn’t.” He snapped coldly. She doesn’t flinch, all too familiar with an angry Aegon. “You need to apologise.” She says and seats herself on the floor beside his swing. His eyes water, burning red already. “No.” He spits. Helaena sighs and rolls her eyes. “It’s not like she knows anyway.” He grumbles and throws his hands up for a second. His eyes widen in realisation as he plummets to the ground, wincing. He should have thought that through. Helaena snickers but he doesn’t comment. The only good thing Aegon has ever thought he was good at was laughing at himself…well that and loving Y/n. “I don’t regret it.” He states softly–too soft. hIs sister nods. “I know.” She whispers. He bites his lip and sniffles.

“Why does loving people hurt?” He asks, finally looking at her with his big doe eyes. “I don’t like it.” Helaena smiles sadly and reaches out to squeeze his hand. “I know.” She sighs. “But I don’t think loving is for us. I think it’s for them.” He almost questions the wistful glance in her eyes but bites back the remark when her brows harden. Sometimes he really hates this sibling telepathy schtick. Aegon grumbles to himself and looks up at the sky. “Sometimes,” He licks his lips. “I look at the stars and I feel nothing.” Helaena’s brows thread together. “What do you mean?” “I mean,” He pauses to sigh again. “I look at them, at their sparkling and glimmer and all I can think is they’re a few boring rocks.” Helaena shuffles and sends a hard look. “Aegon–” “But she loves them.” He breathes the words as though they were a revelation themselves, not something he had known for years. “She thinks they’re as beautiful as I think she is and all I can say is that she’s right. Gods I don’t think she could ever be wrong.” Silence wraps them in a warm blanket against the frozen air that encompasses them. “I think you should tell her.” Helaena murmurs. He looks at her like she’s grown an entirely new organism. “What?” He scoffs. “No.” “Yes.” She groans. “She cares for you and if you don’t tell her now, she may never know.” “She doesn’t want me.” He continues to argue. “She wants someone like Aemond, smart and snarky or Jace, stupid and gentle. Not me, if she ever came to you and told you about some guy like me and I wasn’t your brother you would tell him to get lost.”“Yes but–” “Exactly.” “But,” She emphasises. “You are my brother and I know you.” She squeezes his hand. “I know that you would sooner cast yourself off a cliff than hurt her.”

They are interrupted by a sudden holler, turning to see Baela running over with her arms outstretched. Helaena sighs and Aegon cackles. “Your groupies are waiting.” He tells her and makes a shooing gesture. Reluctantly Helaena stands and approaches the girl who immediately tackles her in a bear hug so strong it nearly sends them both to the floor. “We missed you!” Baela sings. “Yeah yeah,” Helaena tries to hide her grin. Eventually Baela is scraped off of her by an all too familiar presence. You smile and wave and suddenly he can’t think of anything but that smile. He returns his own instantly and all too rehearsed, waving back weakly. “Bye Aeg! You did great today, love you!” You call as you collect your friends off the floor and drag them back to the car. A metal crank turns the bile in his stomach to rush up his throat. 

You sigh as you clamber into the backseat so Helaena can sit next to Baela. The key turns and Baela whistles to herself. Helaena grimaces but doesn’t say anything so you take it upon yourself to poke Baela’s neck. She reels and yelps but the sound of Helaena’s sweet giggles makes it all worth it. When Baela seems to grasp the situation she forms an ‘oh’ and has the decency to appear bashful. “Sorry, Hela.” She murmurs awkwardly as she settles her palms on the wheel and pulls the car back. “Forget sometimes.” Helaena waves it off but you can tell the words bring a glimmer to her eye. “It’s fine.”  She smiles and rolls her fingers across the aux cord. “Can I pick?” She asks and you both nod in response. Helaena still isn’t the most talkative around you both but she’s tranquil and against your own casual demeanour and Baela’s passionate sparks your little trio works. The journey to Alyn and Addam’s place is short but filled with unusual chatter and laughter. Baela sighs deeply and interlocks her fingers with a smiling Helaena. “It’s times like these that I remember why I had a crush on you last summer.” She murmurs with a twinkle in her iris. Helaena coughs abruptly as Baela snickers and lets go. A gentle pink heat surfaces up Helaena’s face and ear but her friend takes no notice. You share an amused glance with her and stumble out of the car. 

Walking through the bustling crowd is both exciting and overwhelming. Your eyes widen considerably as they flicker over the sea of people, hoping to see a familiar face. You jump when two warm palms lift you by the waist. You yep at the suddenness while your friends attempt to scold Jojen who merely rolls his eyes and huffs. “You’re no fun.” He tuts. “Or they don’t have a death wish.” Bran Stark quips, his palms rolling himself toward her with a knowing smirk. “Y/n.” Jojen says, beaming like a puppy. You look at him expectantly. “Jace is looking for you.” You nod and glance with furrowed brows and pursed lips. “Where is he?” You ask to which he points at nothing. He frowns. “Oh.” Again you jump but this time because of a cold hand newly holding yours. You look up into blue eyes, not brown. “Dance with me.” Aegon blurts but before you can answer his rushed words and infiltrating gaze, Jace is equally eager to take you by your other hand. He slims his lips as he stares equally fierce at you. “Actually Y/n came with me tonight so I think that’s my job.” He states quickly. Baela snorts and folds her arms. “Both of you do it.” She prompts with a teasing expression. “Yeah,” You agree. “Why not.” Your smile is tight but you don’t want to separate another argument between your lover and best friend. Before either can continue, you’re tugging them into the living room and between the smothering close bodies. You don’t think you’ve ever seen either of them more uncomfortable with Aegon’s stiff pg motions and Jace’s heated stare. What has gotten into them? Your soft palms lift to twist the two men around in little twirls which Jace smirks at and Aegon attempts to stop. Jace unravels his hand from yours and settles it on your hip, his other matching your left side. He leans to your ear, using his nose to brush back your hair. “I need to talk to you.” His murmurs, hot breath eliciting shivers up your spine. Your eyes lose inhibition and you nod sharply, following him as he tugs you upstairs.

The muffled music sounds from downstairs as you sit on the soft bed. Jace surprisingly doesn’t shut the door which triggers both relief and disappointment in your next exhale. His hands cup your face and he kisses you with a new fervour, one that sends his tongue battling yours. His teeth knock against yours every so often, his fingers wrapping in your hair. He grunts into your mouth, a shiver coursing his veins. “You know what you do to me.” He groans into your mouth. He kisses you deeper. “You have to by now.” One hand released to cup your neck. “I love you, I love you,” He kisses wet trails down your neck, earning a gasp which he positively beams at. His soft gentle oak eyes look up at you. “I lo–” Your almost-boyfriend is suddenly interrupted by a stumbling blonde, skipping toward you both. You gasp and grasp the older boy’s hands, Jace almost forgotten. “Aeg? Aeg, are you alright?” You ask. This wasn’t the first time he’s lost all care for himself in public. He grumbles and slumps on the floor. Your alarmed eyes meet Jace’s. “I need you to get some water, can you do that?” He nods hesitantly and rises to leave, casting an anxious glance your way. You sigh and sit beside him. “Are you alright?” You ask again and he nods weakly, head lolling onto your shoulder. “You’re disappointed in me again aren’t you?” He asks, voice both vulnerable and slurring. Your brows pinch. “I’m never disappointed in you, Aeg.” He whines in response, baby blue eyes look up at you as his lip wobbles. “But you don’t call me Aeggy anymore. Why won’t you call me Aeggy?” Your lips part in surprise. “I didn’t think you’d noticed.” You whisper, fingers combing his slick hair. You frown. “Why do you put this stuff in it? It’s gross.” He barks a laugh and smiles, eyes softening every moment. 

“I love you.” He murmurs, your best friend’s eyes flickering to your lips. All of your bones tense as quickly as water can fall. “What?” You cough out. “I love you.” Aegon leans a little closer. “No you don’t.” You argue quietly. You shake your head slowly. “No, you don’t.” His serene expression breaks, hurt fleeting as infatuation replaces it. “I do.” “No, you don’t.” You snap. “Because if you did then you would have told me before. You don’t love me. Not after I’ve spent twelve of fourteen years in love with you. No, Aeg,” Your voice rises and quickens like as if you were fighting against quicksand. “No, you don’t.” You notice the irritation in his eyes. “Would you please just listen to me for once.” Then he seems to catch onto your final words and his eyes bulge. “Wait, what? No, no, no, no, stop. Wait, that’s not.” His head pounds painfully and he winces. “Wait, just wait.” You don’t have a chance as Jace bustles inside and latches two hot fists to scrunch up the fabric of his uncle’s shirt. Aegon growls low and grasps him by the hair. “Fuck you!” Jace yells as they tussle. You stand up sharply. “Stop it!” You scream at them both but they don’t hear you.

You take it upon yourself to grapple both of their ears between your fingers. “Never have I had to shout at either of you like this!” Their eyes both drop to the floor and they release the other. You release a heavy breath and swallow. You regain composure and soften your voice. “Both of you are going to go downstairs. Jace, have you drank?” He shakes his head. “Then you’re taking Aegon home.” He opens his mouth to protest but your glare quickly silences him. You sigh in relief and leave, slamming the door shut behind you. You rush down the stairs in time to see Rhaena and Helaena singing Cyndi Lauper on the karaoke machine. You shake your head, approaching Baela with wet eyes. She knits her brows and cups your cheeks. “Are you okay?” She asks. You shake your head, a sniffle tickling your nose. When she spots the frustration in your eyes she nods and gestures to Helaena. Your lip wobbles. “When did Rhaena get here?” You ask, smiling softly when you feel Helaena wrap you in a thick knit poncho. “Don’t know, she came with Luke and Daeron apparently.” Helaena tells you. You nod and laugh at Baela’s unimpressed grumbling.

When Jace arrives at the Targaryen estate he all but shoves his uncle to the door, knocking harshly. Aemond winces at the obnoxious sound and clambers out of his bed, rubbing tired eyes. He takes slow steps however, he’s not about to let some shithead control how quickly he answers just because they’re impatient. He’s grateful that his mother  has gone abroad for the week. Aemond sighs at the image that greets him. Jace instantly turns his back on them, he doesn’t want to piss Y/n off more than he already has. Aegon grumbles and doesn’t take kindly to when Aemond tugs him up. “We need to do something about that kid.” He grimaces and meets his brother’s eye. “He’s an arsehole.” The jibe isn’t anything unsaid before but the taller of the two takes note of Aegon’s aggression. He scans his brother who settles sharp eyes on him. An unspoken alliance issues in the thick night air.

Sometimes he really loves this sibling telepathy business. 

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i’m sooo obsessed with your entire page holy moly. if you’re taking requests can i get kinda an angst one where the reader is with jj and finds out him and kie have been doing stuff behind her back, and the rest of the group knew the whole time? so she ends up getting close to rafe and hanging out with his friends so it eventually ends up with rafe x reader??? sorry that’s so long lol pls never stop writing, i love your fics too much <3

All I Ask ; Rafe Cameron

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader x JJ Maybank

Summary: Reader finds herself in the arms of her best friend’s brother after finding her boyfriend cheating on her 

Warnings: Cheating, substance, mentions of sex, jealous Rafe, JJ & Kie being an asshole

A/N: Thank you so much for the amount of love I received from my last two works! It has been so overwhelming and I love each one of you with all my heart <3

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p.p.s, so sorry if this isn’t my best work :(

“Come on, (Y/N), don’t be a party pooper!”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes as she pulled her best friend aside from all the commotion, “Sarah. I’m serious. I feel like he’s cheating on me.”

“He’s not!” Sarah groaned, and when (Y/N) gave her a look, she sighed. “I’m serious. He loves you too much, okay? Look, tomorrow’s your birthday, right? I’m sure JJ’s just ignoring you as a part of your birthday surprise.”

(Y/N) wanted to believe her so bad, but she couldn’t deny the strong feeling growing inside her. Ever since a month ago, JJ wasn’t there for her like always. When she tried to hold him in the van or at the Chateau, he would flinch and scoot away from her. She didn’t know what to do anymore.

“Look-” Sarah cupped her face, her eyes boring into hers. “I promise that he’s not cheating on you. Can you please let this go? How about you go and find him, have a smoke, and then come back to me with the verdict?”

(Y/N) hummed back in response, thinking about what Sarah had just told her. When she first moved to Obx from the city 4 years ago, she had been spending most of her time with the other kooks. When she bumped onto JJ one particular evening while he was too busy mowing down her lawn, that was when most of her happiest days started. 

(Y/N) made her way towards the far end of the beach where JJ and the other pogues were hanging out, her feet lightly patting against the hot sand. (Y/N) took a deep breath when she saw the love of her life laughing on a log, and quickly walked towards him.

“Hey,” she started, sitting on the empty space beside him. JJ shifted, giving her more space, and muttered a quick ‘hi’ back. He offered her a beer, to which she shook her head to, and he shrugged before downing the whole content.

“You’ve got some beer here,” (Y/N) said, leaning forward to wipe the tiny droplet on his chin. JJ hurtled backwards as if on cue, and quickly wiped the stain with the back of his hand. (Y/N) stared at him, being caught off guard, but decided to not create any drama.

“You really don’t have to do that,” (Y/N) muttered, wrapping her cardigan over her tighter. The cold night air swept over her, causing her hair to fall over her shoulders. She didn’t bother to fix it as she watched JJ scoffed, the fire in front of them reflecting on the surface of his blue eyes.

“Do what? Wipe my mouth? Come on, (Y/N), it’s really not that big of a deal,” JJ sighed. He didn’t even bother to hold her hand, to reassure her that it’s really okay, and instead he continued his conversation with John B about some kind of a movie. She noticed Pope looking at their way, but he quickly turned to look at the waves when she returned his gaze.

“Do you want to smoke?” she tried again, this time with her hands on his lap. He didn’t move, and (Y/N) took this as a good sign, her heart fluttering happily. 

It’s progress.

“You sure?” he asked, fumbling with his back pocket to reach for his extra blunt. When he grasped the rolled up herbs between his fingers, he handed it to her, smiling when she scooted closer. He lighted it for her, watching her took a deep huff before blowing the smoke.

“That’s good?” he asked before taking a blow for himself. He felt his heavy mind getting lighter, the weight he has been holding since forever slowly lifting into the air. He laughed, and turned to look at the state of the girl beside him.

“Thank you, baby,” (Y/N) smiled, this time with her head on his shoulder. She saw Pope looking at them with some kind of a heavy look again, but just like before, he turned away before she could ask him anything. 

“Pope?” 

Pope’s attention from the crashing waves turned completely to (Y/N), his eyes wide and his mind panicking. His eyes glanced to the blonde boy beside her for a second, but it settled back to her. “Yes?”

“You’re okay? You keep looking at me. Is there anything that you want to tell me?”

“Me?” he pointed to his chest, and when he saw the look on JJ’s face, he laughed, making an action of swatting his hands against the air. “Oh no. I was just thinking about something else. I guess I involuntarily looked at you.”

(Y/N) laughed with him, her head still on JJ’s shoulder, her eyes slowly squinting against the glowing fire that seemed to be too bright. She turned to whisper to JJ, “Can we go home?”

“Tonight? But It’s Bonfire night. We can’t leave yet,” he protested, glancing at both of his friends for help. Pope, not wanting to spend anymore time with them anymore, quickly stood up from his seat and walked towards the main space of the party. 

“I’m gonna go with Pope, okay? Find Sarah. Go and talk to her? I’ll call you later,” JJ quickly added, standing up from his seat, stirring (Y/N) from her previous position. She sighed, her head still woozy, but she didn’t want to think about the possibility of him cheating on her.

He wanted her first, it’s just not possible for him to suddenly lose feelings for her. The countless times he would tell her that he loves her, that she’s the only girl he will ever mark as his, and now nothing?

She groaned, kicking the sand, all while the muffled music thrumming against her eardrums. She turned to look at John B, the only guy left with her, and opened her mouth to say something.

“Do you see the problem, John B?” she asked, her voice slow. When he didn’t reply, she sighed again, this time standing up from her seat to return to the ongoing party. “This is exactly the fucking problem.”

She didn’t understand; why is everyone treating her differently? What did she do? She sacrificed almost everything to be apart of their group, including her relationship with her kook friends. At that moment, she longed for her bedroom, where she knew she will be totally safe, all cuddled up with Netflix to enjoy.

“If it isn’t the princess,” a voice said from behind her back, and (Y/N) rolled her eyes before turning to look at the source. The tall figure of Rafe Cameron loomed over her, and (Y/N) tried to block his scent of cigarette and expensive cologne. She never really stopped liking his smell.

The Camerons and her family are business partners, and that was the core reason for her family to move to Obx in the middle of July 4 years ago. Meeting Sarah and her siblings for the first time, she couldn’t deny the strong attraction she felt towards the oldest sibling, but she had thought of it as nothing more than a silly crush and tried to focus more on her relationship with a certain blonde boy living on the other side of the island.

“You can take a picture, it’ll last longer that way,” he smiled, and (Y/N) groaned when she could hear the amused tone lacing in his gruff voice. She made to walk away, but was halted by Rafe’s fingers around her wrist.

“Come on, I was just playing. That’s not the way to treat an old friend,” he laughed, letting go of her. He looked around her, noticing her odd behaviour, and suppressed his smile. “Where’s the boyfriend?”

“I don’t know,” she finally replied, and returned the gesture of looking around him. “Where’s the girlfriend?”

Rafe laughed, throwing his head back as his hair messily slicked to the back. “Girlfriend? I don’t do girlfriends. Come on, (Y/N), you know that.”

“Not a surprise,” she said in a singing tone, giving her attention towards the dancing bodies next to the speaker. “Look, Rafe, just say whatever you want to say to me, okay? I’m tired of trying to figure out what people wanted to say to me.” 

“I just want to make a conversation,” he shrugged, chugging down his beer before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His actions reminded her of JJ, and she quickly looked away when she felt a pang of hurt across her heart.

“Uh-oh, I know that look,” Rafe said, tugging her chin to force her to look at him. (Y/N) grunted, feeling his cold skin against hers, but she let him stare into her eyes before quickly pulling away. “Yeah. It’s that look you’ll put when you’re worried about something. What’s up?”

“Rafe, it’s really nothing,” she sighed, scooting away from the boy. She looked around again, and her eyes landed on a certain blonde boy, and she could feel her heart soaring up again. Rafe’s eyes followed her gaze, and when he saw JJ, he turned to look away.

“I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Yeah, whatever,” Rafe replied, already making his way towards the keg station.  (Y/N) noticed the change in his behaviour, seeing how cold he turned, but decided not to mention it. She was being cold towards him first, so she guessed it was fair for him to be acting that way. 

Rafe didn’t understand how blind she could be. Couldn’t she notice the pattern of the girls he fucked? How they all looked so similar to her? 

He scoffed, sipping from his red cup as he watched her walk towards the boy that stole her from him. Everything was going perfect; they were hanging out almost every day; just her and Rafe, either it was in his swimming pool or (Y/N)’s hot tub. When her father had hired JJ Maybank to mower his lawn, that was when everything went downhill. 

“Cameron,” a voice greeted from beside him, and when he turned to look at the figure, he expressed a sly smirk.

One more person that looked like her.

. . .

JJ’s phone was beside her.

She kept telling herself no, that she should trust him since they are in a relationship, but her brain was yelling for her to go through his phone.

He’s cheating on you.

She groaned, unable to contain herself anymore as she grabbed his phone, looking around briefly before typing his passcode. 

The phone vibrated in her hands as she failed to guess his passcode, and she frowned before the screen. It had been her birthday’s date, so why wouldn’t it open? She tried again with their anniversary date, and again, was met with the same fate.

“What the fuck?” she said to no one in particular, and sighed before trying out random numbers. Lastly, she pressed all 1, not thinking much of it and already accepting her defeat. She exclaimed in happiness when his home screen appeared with his background a picture of a dog.

(Y/N) frowned again, remembering how it used to be a picture of them, but decided to not question it as their picture had been replaced by a dog instead of something else. She went through his Instagram, scroling down the many direct messages, through his Imessages; where he texts the pogues a lot and through his Snapchat, only finding their private pictures in his ‘my eyes only’.

She released the breath she didn’t realise she was holding, shutting the phone off and letting it lay in its previous position. She smiled, secretly cursing at herself for ever doubting JJ. He must’ve been busy with his life, just-

Ding!

Involuntarily, (Y/N) picked up the phone and watched as Kie’s name appeared. She typed in his passcode quickly, trying to see what she needs so that she could try and help her with anything in case if it’s urgent. Her heart stopped for a minute when she saw her text.

Kie: You’re sleeping with her tonight?

Why would she even text him that?

(Y/N) sat up straighter, her fingers gliding across the screen in a swift motion.

wdym?

She watched as the typing signal appeared, biting the insides of her cheeks. She looked at the direction of the toilet again, hearing the blonde boy humming to a Nirvana song. She looked at the screen again.

Kie: You promised me you would be with me tonight

Kie: Just us two

Oh my god.

She could feel the hot tears coming in, but her bathroom door creaked open, so she threw the phone back to its initial position and cleared her throat, looking to the ceiling and randomly muttering words to herself.

“Huh?” JJ asked, looking at the direction she pointed. He saw nothing, and looked back to her. 

“I said white’s not the color anymore. I think I’m changing it to grey. What do you think?” She asked, feeling her throat hurting. She cleared her throat again as JJ stared at the ceiling one more time, his face all scrunched up.

“I think grey’s okay?” He said, but it was more to a question. He took his phone and sat beside her, shielding his screen from her. She watched him from the corners of her eyes, silently interpreting his strange demeanor. 

She cursed when it finally hit her; she hadn’t delete her text to Kie.

She bit her lips, curling her toes and randomly tracing circles on her lap. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t see clearly, she couldn’t think.

How could she forgot to delete that one, single text? 

“I have to go,” JJ stood up, slipping his phone into his pocket. (Y/N) looked at him, ready to ask if she could follow, but halted her action when he put a hand up.

“I’m seeing John B. Something about, um, Sarah stuff. Just me and Pope. The boys,” he muttered, clearly trying to tell her that he wouldn’t be bringing her to the Chateau. (Y/N) nodded, feeling her heart sank, because she finally understood everything;

The glances he would give to Kie in the HMS Pogue, the brief moments where he would put his hands around Kie’s waist when he tries to slip in between her and someone, the flirtatious laugh he’ll emit when she makes a joke - it all made sense.

(Y/N) used to think that it was all just friendly behaviour and how he had known her longer hence it must’ve been normal for best friends to do that. One thing that (Y/N) likes about herself is how she’s able to guess things correctly - 

But she had never wanted to be so wrong about something before.

“You’re okay by yourself tonight?” 

“Huh?” She finally looked up to him, seeing his blue eyes staring straight into her boring ones. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” he smiled, proceeding towards the open window to exit her bedroom. (Y/N) ‘s father would never give his blessings towards this relationship, so he had to enter and exit his girlfriend’s room through the window. 

He hesitated before reaching the seating girl, placing a soft but immediate kiss on her cheeks. (Y/N) smiled weakly in return, not trusting herself to say anything.

How could he?

Ten minutes after his departure, (Y/N) quickly grabbed her father’s car keys before fleeing after a particular black motorcycle. She didn’t even think about turning the car radio on, and her mind was set on only one thing; JJ and Kie.

When she arrived at the Chateau, her fingers trembling and her hair all over the place from the wind while she was driving down the road, forgetting to close the window, she quickly made her way to their usual hanging out place.

Before she could enter the room, Pope’s voice interrupted her actions.

“(Y/N)? What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked, his eyes widening. He looked at her palm around the doorknob, and let out a nervous laugh. “You’re looking for JJ? He’s not here.”

She gets it now.

“Pope, I know,” was all she said before opening the door. 

She felt her world shattering right after she was greeted with the sight of Kie on JJ’s lap, running her fingers through his blonde locks while she kissed him tenderly like  (Y/N) always did. John B and Sarah were right next to him, cheering him on, but stopped when they finally looked up to the looming figure.

“Oh my god,” Kie exclaimed, pushing herself off JJ and fixing her hair. (Y/N) made a look, disgust filling every inch of her body as she quickly walked away from the scene, not wanting to hear any apologies or explanation.

None of that mattered to her; she just wanted to go home.

“(Y/N)!” she heard him yell, but she exited the Chateau as fast as her feet could take her, not stopping to look at him. She cursed when she couldn’t find the right key to open her door, her fingernails clanking against the metal.

“It was a dare!” JJ said, right after he reached her. He watched as she didn’t pay any attention towards him, still fumbling for her keys. “I swear! The kiss was just a dare!”

“Was the text a dare as well?” she asked, finally putting the right key into the keyhole and stepping into the car. JJ cursed and stepped aside, feeling drained and tired from the screaming.

Of course he didn’t send the ‘wdym’. He never like short forms, only using them when he is in the toilet and typing with his left hand. Why didn’t he realised this sooner?

“I’m sorry,” he said, but before he could say anything else, the girl drove straight towards the exit, away from him. 

The worst part of all wasn’t about not having a chance to explain himself to get out of the mess he made, but it was when he saw the pained look on her face. 

“Fuck!” he yelled, kicking a stone and making his way back towards the Chateau. 

(Y/N) fingers scrolled down the many contacts in her phone as she tried to focus on the road simultaneously, and finally stopping when she reached the letter ‘R’ contacts. 

She tapped on the first name under the R letter, putting the phone call on speaker and placing her phone on her lap. She shuddered, suddenly remembering the way she had found JJ and Kie in, but shook her head when his voice filled the atmosphere.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Rafe.”

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