#you never asked to be put in this position

[azullumi]

LOSER IN LOVE ? NAH, I’D WIN !!

a guide to being in a relationship with your local chrysos heir, phainon | established relationship, fluff, boyfriend headcanons, phainon is the sweetest ever, this is my coping mechanism after all that angst | wc: 1.2k

note from me — tweaking so bad i wrote this in an hour while waiting for maintenance

Give it up for the world’s greenest flag ever, even the most lustrous and beautiful of grass would be put to shame in front of him. No one will ever be the nameless hero, Phainon of Aedes Elysiae.

You never have to beg nor plead in front of him, he’ll let the world roll on your feet if it needs to. He’ll give you anything that you ask for or even mention in passing; that one vase you think is cool even though it won’t match your furniture? Bought and delivered to your door by yours truly. How about that dumb painting that looks funny but is too expensive? Yeah, he bargained like a professional. You want his door? Sure, go ahead, he doesn’t need that—oh, you were joking?

Sometimes it becomes too much that you have to tell him, “…And no, I don’t need it. I just like seeing it.” Or whatever you could come up with just to stop the gears of his mind from turning.

IS GOOD WITH KIDS !! He’s so well-known in the small community of children for how understanding and amazing he is, how he’s able to easily get along with them (even the grumpest ones), as he is able to catch up with their tricks and games. Other than that, they also know how he’s so in love with you. Like deeply in love with you even the children know it—some of them are disgusted (because cringe, ew, what is love?) and some listen to him talk about you with a sparkle in their eyes.

You didn’t even have to introduce yourself to them, they already know who you are. They know you before you know them, they have seen you despite never having met you. “Mister Phainon said that you have stars in your eyes and that not even the greatest of bards can compare to the melodies of your voice! He also said your hair is—“ The little girl is stopped by the snow-haired man beside you, a nervous chuckle slipping past his lips. Are you embarrassed, ashamed, angry, or none of those things? Nevertheless, he gets a pinch on his cheek as he surrenders, both hands up in the air. Apologies slipped past his lips, compliments smoothly mixed into it: “I’m so sorry, you’re just so lov—OW!”

HORRENDOUS FASHION TASTE, however. You are not Lady Aglaea, but you have the eyes to see and judge the atrocity of combination presented and worn by your lovely boyfriend. “Take it off.” You say, and he blushes like a virgin who’s finally getting it: “W-Wait, we possibly can’t do it, not when there’s people around.” NOT LIKE THAT!! The redness of your face covered by your palms is all he sees. Oh dear, you know he wishes to simply wear all his favorite colors at once, but at this rate, he’ll look like a walking decorative pine tree meant to represent the spirit of holidays.

On the topic of clothes, the two of you match often. Colors, patterns, and everything that you can, and sometimes, it’s not limited to clothes. Bracelets, necklaces that spell out each other’s initials, teleslate charms, wallpapers, and everything. You and him are like pieces of puzzles that are meant to complete each other, because it really is like that. You and Phainon are the embodiment of one another, tangled in the strings, destinies carved by the sun to be together, hearts burned to beat into one.

SPARRING MATCHES AND FRIENDLY COMPETITIONS which always end up giggles and fits of laughter. In play-wrestling, he often lets you win, allowing you to to tackle him to the ground while you grin above him, teasing him of his title and his strength. “Oh, yeah?” Is all he says before your world spins and your positions are now reversed.

Beyond those things, he is the type to serenade you in the kitchen while humming or under the moonlight when the stars are watching. The type to have your date already planned to every detail and only tells you that you just have to show up (he’ll pick you up even). The type to give you your favorite flowers even though you never told him. The type to leave notes all over your home, letting you play into some scavenger hunt game until you end up in his arms, right where you belong. The type to be overly worried and anxious whenever he has to leave, knowing that it could take a long time and he might not see you for days, so he entrusts you into the hands of his trusted friends—“Phainon had asked me to bring this to you, he mentioned you were craving for it.” ; “Snowy asked us to ensure that you’re eating well!” ; “Here, it will help you fall asleep and he says you will need it the most.”

It’s stupid, and it makes you more fearful, and he has to reassure and comfort you through tears when he has come home because it felt like he wasn’t going to. “You made it feel like you’re going to die!” You sob, smacking his chest and he accepts it—your pain, anger, sadness, everything, he’ll take it.

Kisses? Showering you with it always, especially when the both of you are alone. He loves it when you do the same for him too—stain him with the marks of your affection, won’t you? Additionally, he likes to kiss you and interrupt each of your every word until it dissolves on his tongue and you give in to his warmth.

Hands? All over you already. It is for sure that physical touch along with acts of service ranks the highest on his love language chart. Your hands are always intertwined with his, he would always give you pats or ruffle your hair into a mess because he likes to tease you, and he lingers so close to you that your shadows might as well fuse.

On the mention of acts of service, he’s always at the beck and call for you. Think like Ken’s Barbie senses except it’s Phainon (and his ahoge is his antenna). He senses a disturbance in the air? He’s there already; pure exaggeration, but it feels like that often. “I know you can do it but allow me to help you because I want to,” he’ll say to you, a gentle reassurance, after you insisted that you don’t need his assistance and you don’t want to burden him. He likes it when you rely on him but he will still adore you the same if you wish not to.

Jealousy? Who even dares to mess with you, or him?

Nicknames? There’s a lot. Endearing ones, especially. His partner, his lovely sun, his dearest buddy, his comrade, his, his, and only his. Always dear to him.

It’s not hard to find comfort in him, even the mere presence and thought that he’s here, that you’re here, that you have him is enough to ease the tension on your shoulders. He is warm, you are warm in his arms, enveloping yours as if he’s shielding you from all the harm this world will bring to you. It feels as if knowing you is something easy and small for him—understanding the cracks of your skin, mended together by softness, tracing them like constellations, cradling you all the same because it is yours.

He simply adores the smile he gets to put on your face or the laughter that bubbles from your throat. It’s something he’ll never forget, deeply engraved into the corners of his mind, the essence of yourself tainting the edges as if you’ve become a part of his soul.

He’ll never forget and wishes he never had to.

© AZULLUMI. plagiarism of any form and type, stealing, copying, translating, reposting my works on other platforms is NOT permitted.

[gothicfied]

Teen reader who is comforted and taken care by the other players because of her young age?? Father and daughter relationship, big sister and lil sister,etc. btw I love your ficss!! ♡

Squid Game (S2/S3) characters with a teen (18) reader

Pairing: Various characters x teen!fem!reader, !!platonic!!

Warnings: Mentions of killing, gunshots, death, fights, violence (typical squid game stuff), reader is !!18!! years old, slight swearing, this is set in Season 2, other than that it's just fluff, not proof read (English isn't my first language)

A/N: The req is 6 months old, SORRY. But, I still had fun writing this since it's easier to imagine yourself in that position lololol This is also probably the last squid game fic I'll write, either for now or even for longer, unless I get a request again. It's sad that this era is over now, I still remember how excited I was for Season 2 back in 2021 ):

જ⁀➴ For as long as you could remember your parents struggled with debt and you never questioned it when they would disappear the whole day for work just to put food on the table. So, when you turned 18 and graduated secondary school, you didn't go to University, but started to work jobs here and there to help your parents out. Some of them were sketchy, some of them didn't pay enough for the work you were doing, some of them were exhausting.. but an opportunity came when a man made you a strange proposal: Play ddakji with him — If you win, he'll give you money, if you lose he'll.. slap you?

જ⁀➴ Ultimately, the guy in the suit couldn't bring himself to hurt him (maybe because you were so young) and just handed you a card with a number on it. Yeah, turns out participating in this weird stuff was the worst decision of your life. Waking up in this dormitory, suddenly wearing a green tracksuit instead of your usual clothes and finding out you're stuck here with 455 other people already scared you shitless.

જ⁀➴ When other people started to notice you and how young you looked, you immediately became the focal point of their attention. People left and right were asking you all kinds of questions, if you were okay or not, how old you were, what the hell you werr doing there. You quickly understood that everyone here had a debt problem... but everyone here was also at least in their mid twentys.

જ⁀➴ After the gruesome experience that the first game was, with people getting shot and dying because of a game (or so you thought at the moment) there was one particular group that took you in. Two marines, one pregnant lady, a guy that claims to be the winner of one of the previous games and 001 himself, who seriously freaked you out.

જ⁀➴ Jung-bae and Gi-hun became your biggest protectors — Next to Jun-hee, who was carrying her baby, you basically still were a baby. Whenever the pink guards gave out food, those two split it up between you and the other girl, saying that you guys need it more than they do. Particularly Jung-bae was shocked at hearing your reason for being here: "You shouldn't have done this, financial problems are the worries of the parents!" He scolded you, but never meant it.

જ⁀➴ Dae-ho, the other marine, kept telling you how much you reminded him of his sister. Even though he was the youngest child back home, he was fully blooming in this new big-brother-role that he adapted when it came to you. He spoke up for you whenever someone else decided to be an asshole to you, he laid awake in his bed most of the time to watch over you (ever since Gi-hun told him about ambushes at night he's been paranoid) and would actually sacrifice himself in one of the games if it meant you'd be safe.

જ⁀➴ Jun-hee and you were much closer in age than you were with any others. She became comfortable with you in an almost instant, mostly because you were also a woman. She woke you up to ask you if you'd come to the bathroom with her in the middle of the night, to which you were joined by an older lady, Geum-ja, and another woman, Hyun-ju.

"You are so young.. oh, my heart breaks for you, my child." Geum-ja told you once you were escorted to the bathroom, to which you were only able to nod. What else was there to say? You really just wanted to help your parents out. "I just.. you don't understand, we really need the money." Geum-ja looked at you sympathetically, but she was just really disappointed in the world for making someone like you worry about debt. "Hey," Hyun-ju spoke out, "If you need anything, yell for me, okay? I'll make sure nothing happens to you. You have.. so much ahead of you."

જ⁀➴ You mostly felt cringe and maybe also a bit uncomfortable when hearing people talk to you like you were a child. Then again, these people didn't have the humanity to deny participation to a pregnant woman and a teenager, so you were kind of glad to get special treatment from the other players. Even Young-il, the guy that creeped you out the most, had a pity expression on his face whenever you joyfully talked about things only someone at your age would talk about. Video games, the grades you finished school with, friend group drama... it was obvious you didn't know anything about the world yet and it was even sad for him to hear it so clearly.

જ⁀➴ After another failed round of voting, the two idiots from the 'O' side of the dormitory started approaching your bed. Thanos and Nam-gyu, you quickly learned, were the one's causing most of the trouble and now it seemed like they wanted to manipulate you as well. "Hey there, little Dove," the purple-haired junkie started, to which you told him to fuck off, basically. "Woah, hey? Watch your mouth, kid. I definitely didn't know those words when I was your age." For about five minutes these two tried to talk you into voting 'O' next time, because "It would only benefit you!" and "You wouldn't have to work for a bit with that money!" You called out for Hyun-ju who quickly made them go away.

જ⁀➴ In the end, you understood you were doomed as soon as more players started to die due to fights and lights out. There were plenty of others who were there to protect you, who promised you that you'd get out alive, but now you weren't so sure anymore.. the revolution Gi-hun wanted to go through with seemed like the only option for everyone to get out of here.

[nanamisbbygirl]

dilf toji!! my favvvvv... i def got carried away with it but anyways... dedicated to @fayerie @charphilia love yall!

toji knows you love his arms, but you don't know that he knows. you think all those tight tank tops that show off his sculpted limbs are coincidental— it's probably more comfortable for him. or when he never lets you open are tight jars or reach anywhere high. you think it's just to help you out, but in reality, he's making sure you never forget how thick and bulky his arms really are.

you don't even think twice about the videos he sends you from the gym, where his hands are wrapped around a heavy dumbbell, his muscles tightening and bulging as he proceeds with his work outs. in fact, it just turns you on more. the thought of those biceps curling around your neck, pinning you down.

it's so easy to let your mind and fingers wander to the fantasy of his big, masculine arms wrapping around you, holding you while he fucks into you.

yet, you're almost embarrassed to tell toji... but how naive are you to not see that he is fully aware of your naughty thoughts?

that's why he brings you into this position, relaxing your body on the bed, rubbing his hard cock against the plush curve of your ass before bottoming out.

his arms are cemented on either side of your head as he leans his weight forward, feeling just how deep his dick reaches, being sucked in by your velvet walls. your feet kick slightly, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him, squeaking out with pleasure as his chest touches your warm back.

you feel so flustered, seeing his muscular arms right next to you, thinking about all the ways toji could use you. and it's almost as if he's telepathic as he slides his right arm under your chin, letting your exposed throat rest between his bicep and his forearm. he slyly flexes his muscles, letting you feel just how strong he was, and you could've sworn you were drooling already.

so it's really no surprise when your pussy clamps down on him, bringing out a guttural moan from the man above you. he wants to rock his hips forward so bad, but there's something more appealing about watching you squirm and slobber all over his arms.

his other hand swiftly locks your head in place, putting pressure on your throat.

"you went dumb already, didn't ya?" he asks, bringing his face next to your ear. you can feel the way his lips brush against your ear while you reply with a meek whimper.

toji smiles, placing a quick kiss on your temple, "you like being like this, in my arms, havin me choke you like a little freak?"

you try to nod, but it feels impossible with the way he has you in a headlock. although, toji can tell with how your pussy is pulsing that you are really enjoying this position.

you can sense the heat creeping onto your face, but he only soothes you: "don't be embarrassed about it, baby," he places another kiss on the side of your face, "don't try to hide how much you like it."

his hips snap forward, making your whole body jolt. you're so small under his frame, so small in comparison to every part of him. his cock throbs inside of you, stretching you open for him as it brushes against every internal nerve. it's so filling, you can hardly think.

toji keeps the pace of his strokes consistent, meeting each thrust with a grunt. your wet sloppy pussy sings to him as he does it, echoing how well you're able to take him.

with his face still next to yours, you can hear how his praises tumble off his lips: "taking me so well, baby girl, yeah? letting me feeling your pussy like this, making me feel so fucking good."

his words drive him to fuck you harder.

his tip presses against your cervix, your hips pushing back to meet his thrusts half way. toji swears you're gonna be the death of him, he doesn't even think he'll last so long, with the way you're winning like you're in heat and all. he tightens the headlock he's placed over you, making your cunt squeeze him all the more.

"good girl," he breaths out, hitting every spot inside you to a tee. "such a good little girl, fuck."

your tongue rolls from your mouth, your cheek leaning against toji's bicep. it's impossible to think straight, or to bother forming a coherent sentence, leaving you a babling mess.

"aw my sweet girl," he coos, but his rhythm doesn't let up. he's still fucking you. hard. "is it too much?"

you shake your heard to the best of your abilities. your pussy is pulsing, stomach forming a knot, head getting lighter, your eyes squeezing shut. you're gonna cum soon—you can feel it.

toji bullies his cock as deep as he can possibly go, a string of praise leaving his lips, mixed with his almost animalistic moans. before you know it, you're falling apart on his cock, gushing and creaming around his shaft, feeling so sensitive as he continues to jut his hips into the fat of your ass.

"that's right baby, cum on my dick," he says, kissing the bead of sweat that rolls down you forehead. you ride out your high on him, feeling yourself tighten. "squeezing me so fuckin tight."

his pace speeds up, as if that was even humanly possible while simultaneously becoming more vocal.

"been so good to me," he pants, "i should fill you up for being so sweet... yeah you want that, for me to fill your little cunny while i choke you in my arms?"

"please!" you manage to squeak out, gasping for air as he plows into you, his cock jumping at the sound of your desperate voice.

"fuuuuuck, baby,"

his load spills into you, overflowing, running down your pussy and mixing with all the other body fluids that are staining the bedsheets. your warm body feels even warmer, more full than it could've been before. he's still twitching inside of you, still hard somehow. he doesn't let you go, though, at least not at first.

he savors the feeling of you under him, whimpering and whining while also rubbing against him, trying to soak in all his cum.

he gently takes him arms away, letting you take your first full breath, sighing at how cold the room is without him there to protect you from it.

toji's hands methodically glide down your skin, trailing their way to your ass. when he gets there, he finally decides to pull out, admiring the white, gooey rings you've left around his cock. his tip is red and angry, itching to fuck you all night long.

he masages your butt, shuffling back, placing kisses against it's plumpness, staring into your messy hole. beads of his cm escape your gaping pussy, making him all the more eager to fill you up again and again.

[b1nary-wr1ter]

</> "I found it, just for you. " </>

Reader x 1x1x1x1

Your feet pound against the ground below you, your lungs burning from running for so long.

You were desperate to escape, avoiding anyone and everything. The rounds had only just begun for the day and you weren't ready. So now, all you can do is run.

You spot a generator off in a corner of the area. Slowing down you turn to see if your alone.

Not a single other person in sight. For now at least.

You kneel down to the generator, careful to not cross the wrong wires within the machine.

There are some sparks, but that is to be expected by now. Every few seconds you turn to see if anybody is near by, only to be met by nothing.

You hear the screams of another farther away, which means who ever the killer is for this round is busy. Which gives you time.

But that time turns out to not be enough.

The more you work on the generator, the more complex the wires get and you have to put all your focus into it.

You mess it up once or twice but that's fine. It's okay. You have time, no one is near by-

Your thoughts are interrupted by the snapping of a twig behind you. You jump and quickly turn, ready to book it again.

And you spot them.

Their white hair, red eyes, and exposed ribcage.

1x1x1x1....

At least you know who the killer for this round is.

The both of you stare at each other for several seconds, waiting for the other to move first. You can hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ear.

They would make the first step, dragging her sword along the ground as he strode towards you.

Your feet stay planted to the ground, unable to run or look away from them.

He stops mere feet from you before crouching down to your level. She reaches behind her back before quickly pulling something out. You close you eyes, waiting for the inevitable stinging pain you were about to feel.

But it never came. You peak an eye open to see....

A flower.

Your favorite flower in fact.

Where did they get this?

You fully look at him and you notice she's holding the flower so very gently as to not harm it's petals.

They look at you, a small look of concern? Worry? adorns their face.

" I had remembered you talking about this flower last time we met. I found it, just for you. "

Her voice is small, and quiet. Your unsure if it's to keep hidden or something else.

You smile at him and gently take the flower from their hand, looking at it closely.

It's been well taken care of, not a single bit of damage has come to it's form other than where it's stem had been cut.

" Thank you- But why not wait until our meeting? " You ask them.

Watch as they glance away for a moment, almost in a bashful way. You find it endearing.

" I...simply wished to give it to you as soon as I could. I could not wait wait for tonight. "

He was excited to give it to you. How sweet.

You gently place the flower behind your ear, to keep it safe for now.

" Well, I love it. "

They smile at you, happy you enjoy their gift. They gently reach out to hold you hand, bringing it to their zipped mouth. He places a gentle kiss atop it as she looks up at you.

" I shall see you again tonight then. Stay safe, my Dear. "

1x stands from their crouched position to resume their hunt of the other survivors, leaving you with flushed cheeks and a new flower.

Oh how you love them.

[gothamsfavorite]

Jason Todd x Reader

You’re rummaging through the freezer, trying to find an ice pack, a bag of peas or anything that will ease the swelling on your jaw.

You’re trying to do this before Jason comes home. 

You love him and tell him everything but this, this you can’t tell him. 

No telling what he would do to the guy if he found out.

You hear the knob twist, once you find ice.

Your jaw is killing you. 

Your name slips off his tongue as he walks through the door. 

He has food in his hand helmet in the other. 

“I brought you something from the new seafood place that just opened up.” He utters, kicking off his boots. 

He knows you hate it when he tracks the dirt, mud, and sins of Gotham into your house. 

You throw the ice pack you found into the freezer and turn to kiss his cheek.

He crouches, allowing you to do so. 

He stops and his eyes fall onto your jaw. 

“What happened to you?” He asks, nearly screams. 

“I hurt myself by accident, ran into something without looking.” 

He puts his hands on your shoulders turning you this way and that. 

“You’re lying, no point in lying to me.”

You sigh, Jason will find out one way or another.

“This guy,” your voice trembles, “asked me out.”

His face doesn’t move, he doesn’t react so this means you need to continue.

“He, he asked me out and I said no I have a boyfriend.” 

“Get to the point, princess.” He urges.

“He threw the bottle in his hand at my jaw.” 

Jason freezes, you watch his collarbone and up turn red. 

“Baby,” he says holding the good side of your jaw. “How bad does it hurt? You need to see someone.” 

“Jay, you know I don’t have the money for that.” 

“Not the time to talk about the insurance thing, but I got it.” 

 “I’ll pay.” He looks you dead in the eye. 

You’re looking for another excuse, your eyes flutter around the room. 

“That, or the med bay.” He looks, you love his family so hopefully this will convince you. 

Sooner or later you’re on the back of his motorcycle, on the way to Wayne manor. 

Jason knocks at the door, your hand in his. 

“Little bro!” Dick says opening the door. 

“Never call me that again. Tell B to prepare the med bay.” 

Dick opens his mouth to question than looks at your jaw and nods.

Jason brings you down there, but you’re stopped by Damian. “That looks painful.” He says, a book in hand. “What’d you do Todd?” He questions and Jason rolls his eyes, “Shut it.” 

You see Tim and wave, as he’s setting up the screens in the med bay. 

You were close with the bat family, you found yourself spilling all Gotham’s tea to Dick and talking about documentaries with Tim. Alfred has been teaching you to bake which you greatly appreciated. As for Bruce, you two have in depth conversations about Wayne enterprises. You have strong suggestions for the company, and he offered you a position. You did deny this position, though, the press would love if you worked there. They would think you landed the position because you’re dating his son. The whole press is very opinionated especially that girl Vicki who carries a journal wherever she goes. 

“She’s fine.” Tim says, “Nothing broken, surprisingly.” Jason throws you into his arms.

Mark 8:34 And calling the crowd to him with his disciples, he said to them, “If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me.

Thank you for reading lovely!

[genderkoolaid]

To be fair I would have just dropped it if you hadn't made the same argument that powerful artists have been using to get away with mistreating people for as long as fame has been a thing.

Like, I'm not saying Sabrina Carpenter specifically has done anything but we need to kill "but its Art" before we get in another round of praising Stanley Kubrik for chronically sleep depriving and screaming at people.

I have a close relative who works around famous artists and I worry that same argument will be used to shut them up someday. What they've told me about their job doesn't exactly put my mind at ease.

So you appear to be doing a guilt by association fallacy, in which you attempt to discredit a position bringing up bad people who happen to share that position. The problem with this is that a lot of, if not most of all (especially broad) beliefs can be used in harmful ways.

It was pretty clear to me that you are personally invested in the issue of art being used as a justification to hurt people. I don't and will never deny that this happens. However, there are real reasons why people are so protective over art, and throwing out any positions that are remotely similar to that argument does far more harm than good.

Exhibit A: you are using real cases of people weaponizing "artistic vision" to harm others, to argue for why a woman—and people in general—should not explore their personal lives, or anything that could be read as about their personal lives, especially as it has to do with sexuality. You admit Sabrina Carpenter hasn't "done anything," yet the only reason we are talking at all is because you sent these asks:

And I responded with:

Which is an argument I made because Sabrina Carpenter has not done anything to you by being sexual on her album cover, as part her art. If she had forced someone to be in a sexual pose on her album cover, I would say, "that is harmful and wrong and she shouldn't have done it." But because what she did is not remotely harmful, I feel there is not reason to expect her to limit her art sheerly for the comfort of others.

The reason that what Kubrick did is wrong is because it hurt people, not because he did something solely for artistic vision. I would suspect the reason that those famous people your relative works with use "but it's Art!" to shut down valid concerns is because they want to do something and don't care about how it could harm other people. Blaming their choice to harm people on the artistic justification is misguided, and the fact that you haven't engaged at all with any criticisms of your takes on Sabrina Carpenter, or artists' use of personal lives in their art, suggests to me that you aren't really thinking about this issue and your feelings on it critically.

[thatnightlamp]

NSFW Alphabet for the Emperor?? 👉👈 please?

THE EMPEROR NSFW ALPHABET

Tags: @iluminatka16, @absynthe-mind, @justfreakynothingelse , @lovingthewildlife, @thisuserislilsilly , @ilisteria, @xx-rabidpossum-xx

ilovehimihatehimilovehimihatehimilovehimihatehimilovehimihatehimilovehimihatehimilovehimihatehimilovehimihatehimilovehimihatehimilovehimihatehimilovehimihatehimilovehimihatehimilovehimihatehimilovehimihatehim

A = Aftercare

He doesn’t do aftercare. Not the way you want. He’ll cradle your trembling body like a prized object, kiss your shoulder, and say “You’re welcome.” If you're crying, he’ll hush you like a pet that's overwhelmed by pleasure it couldn’t handle. But softness? Not quite. His comfort is laced with ego.

B = Body part

His hands. Large, elegant, inhumanly steady. Sculptor’s hands, surgeon’s hands, god's hands. They were made to mold galaxies and instead, they press around your throat like a crown of thorns.

C = Cum

He finishes deep. Every time. The Emperor does not waste his essence. You’ll feel it hot and overwhelming, filling you again and again. And when it leaks out of you? He’ll make you lick it from your fingers and thank him for the honor.

D = Dirty secret

He needs to be adored. Not loved, worshipped. He’ll pretend he doesn’t care, but if you ever try to leave him? He will break you. Mind, body, and heart. Then put you back together, beautiful and obedient.

E = Experience

He’s immortal. A lover of queens, saints, and sinners. He knows your body before you do. Every flick of his fingers is deliberate, every thrust timed to perfection. He’ll ruin you while humming softly, like he's bored of being perfect.

F = Favorite position

You on your knees, choking, your face pressed to his thigh. His hand in your hair, holding you still as he speaks of the stars he’s conquered while fucking your throat raw. Alternatively? Bent over his throne, because it reminds you what you are: his subject.

G = Goofy

Never. His humor is cruel, condescending. He’ll laugh when you sob. He’ll chuckle when you say you love him, like it's a naive little joke. And then he’ll kiss your tears away and say, “Of course you do. I made you that way.”

H = Hair

Long, immaculate, and always shining, he doesn’t have body hair in the traditional sense. His divine form is smoothed by psychic control. But he’ll let you tangle your fingers in it only when he wants to humble himself before you and he’ll pretend you begged for it.

I = Intimacy

He fakes it like a professional. He’ll cradle your face, call you “My beloved”, and thrust into you like it’s divine ritual. But it’s always a little cold beneath the gold. Yet… sometimes, just sometimes, his grip trembles. His mouth lingers. He doesn’t speak. You pretend you didn’t notice.

J = Jack off

He doesn’t masturbate. That’s beneath him. But he’ll watch you do it, command you to show him how needy you get, how wet you are without his touch.

K = Kink

Control. Worship. Degradation. Psychic domination. He like to bend you beneath his will. He wants you sobbing in devotion, broken on your knees, calling him your god not because you believe it but because there’s nothing left of you that doesn’t.

L = Location

His throne room. His war table. His sanctum. Places where no one dares disturb him. He’ll fuck you across sacred texts and then make you swear oaths while still full of his seed. He makes every surface his altar and your body is his pulpit.

M = Motivation

Your devotion. Your inability to resist. The way you crawl back after he’s destroyed you again and again. Knowing you hate how much you love him is his favorite aphrodisiac.

N = No

He will never be submissive. He’ll never beg. Never ask. He takes. He commands. If you try to top him, he’ll let you play along… right until he flips you and shows you why no one rules the Emperor.

O = Oral

Receiving. He watches you from above, hand fisted in your hair, voice like silk: “Do it properly. Make me believe you’re worthy.” And when you do, he grunts and finishes down your throat.

P = Pace

Cruel and controlled. He holds you on the edge for hours, denying your release until you sob. Or he pounds into you like a war god and expects you to take it. There is no middle ground. Only what he decides.

Q = Quickie

He finds them amusing. A moment of mercy. A punishment disguised as a treat. He’ll lift your robes and take you standing in a corridor, no prep, no softness, just a single hand around your throat and your body trembling from the impact.

R = Risk

What risk? He’s the God Emperor of Mankind. He’ll take you in front of His sons, on a battlefield, in the Eye of Terror. Risk is irrelevant. His power shields you from everything except Himself.

S = Stamina

Infinite. He doesn’t tire. He doesn’t stop. You’ll break long before He does. He’ll let you rest sometimes. But not because He needs it. Because He likes watching you fall asleep wrecked, twitching, leaking.

T = Toys

Why use toys when he can twist your body with a thought? But he keeps a few: relics from the Dark Age of Technology, humming with forbidden energy. They lock inside you, buzz with psychic feedback, and make you weep before he even touches you.

U = Unfair

He’s a monster when it comes to teasing. He’ll stop mid-thrust. He’ll hold you in place with psychic chains, edge you with one flick of His finger until you're crying. He feeds on your desperation.

V = Volume

Low. Controlled. His voice in bed is like velvet and thunder. You’ll feel it more than hear it. His growls when he finishes inside you sound like tectonic plates grinding and they echo in your chest long after he's gone.

W = Wild card

He once erased your memory so he could fuck you again for the "first" time. You didn’t even know until the third round when he called you by your old name, one you never told him.

X = X-ray

Inhumanly thick. Veined with golden psychic glow. Smooth head, foreskin tight when soft, flared when hard. His cock radiates heat and faint psychic pressure, you’ll feel it in your thoughts as it stretches you open.

Y = Yearning

His need isn’t physical, it’s existential. You are His chosen. He wants to consume you, devour your worship, undo you until you’re hollowed out and filled with nothing but Him. His need is endless but it’s not about sex. It’s about conquest.

Z = Zzz

He doesn’t sleep. You pass out first, boneless and bruised. He lies awake beside you, staring at your form like a god who cannot understand why the shrine matters so much.

[cxrsed-angel]

Cat Distribution System Fem!reader (Fluff)

wc: 1k

Warnings: none pure cat dad cuteness and fluff <3

Summary: Joel becomes a reluctant cat dad after a cat shows up on his porch couch.

A/N: shoutout to r/dadswhodidnotwantpets for giving me inspiration heres a few of my favs that I imagined for cat dad Joel. 1 2 3 4 I highly recommend if you ever need some wholesomeness.

"Do you know whose cat this is, honey?" 

Joel looks up from his paper. His black-framed glasses come into view as he lowers the newspaper to look at you. He stares a bit, trying to understand what you were saying. "Huh?" 

You turn to the fairly large kitchen window, facing his porch, pointing to the orange and white cat, curled up in his porch chair, sleeping. 

“No, probably the neighbours or somethin'." Joel goes back to his paper, bringing it back over his face. But you weren't as satisfied with his conclusion as he is. You look out the window, watching the cat breathe slowly, its back moving up and down as it sleeps. 

You frown sadly, turning back towards Joel, looking at him again. "Well, have you seen it before? Has a neighbour called or asked about it? I mean, does it have a collar?" 

Joel stands up, setting the paper down, and glances at the orange kitten still sleeping in his chair. "Fine, you can call the shelter, okay?" 

"Can we can take it to a vet I mean what if it's injuried." 

"We'll call the shelter then, and they'll take care of it, but then that's it."  You take a few seconds, not saying anything as you look at him. "Why don't you like cats?" 

"My mom was very allergic, so we never had them growin' up. And the few I've met as an adult have all been mean, they scratch the shit out of you, and tear up everything. You gotta get a litter box and clean it and it will always smellslike ass and cat piss no matter where you put it. I'm a dog man, always have been, always will be, honey." 

You nod, choosing to ignore some of the points he made, for the time being. "Fine, fine, just call a shelter, I get it. Wait, are you allergic to?"  He shakes his head, "No, just my mom was." 

"Just making sure." You grab your phone, trying to find out about shelters, keeping an eye on the cat. "I'm gonna try to bring it inside, don't want it to get taken by a hawk or something."  Joel raises his eyebrows, unsure, "You sure that's a good idea? I mean, what if it's feral or has viruses or worms, something?"  "Well, I can survive from a virus, but I can't come back from the cat getting eaten." 

He grimaces but nods anyway, "I get it… Okay fine, just be careful, please." 

You nod, grabbing two small glass bowls, pouring water into one of them, then trying to find food for it. You look through the fridge, seeing the fish Joel caught last weekend and cooked the other night, figuring it was the best option. 

"Hey, babe, I'm gonna give the cat a little bit of the fish, okay?" 

He grunts a positive sound from the living room, which you take as a sure. After setting a few pieces of the fish in the bowl, you go outside to the cat holding a piece in your hand as a peace offering. 

The second you come out of the front door onto the porch, the orange cat sits up, eyeing you curiously. Then, smelling the fish, you watch it leap off the porch couch and walk to you cautiously. You lean down, offering the fish, which it takes from your hand eagerly. You notice that the cat doesn't look much older than a year old, if that, making you glad you found it now. Thinking about how it ended up on the streets, and for how long. 

The kitten eats the fish, then sniffs your hand. "Hi cutie, aren't you just adorable, yeah. Can I pick you up and take you inside?" You rub the cat's head softly, trying to get it more comfortable with you. You carefully pick up the cat, taking it inside.  Joel watches from afar, wanting as little to do with the kitten as possible, letting you handle it. You set the kitten down in front of the bowl, watching as it goes to the water. 

"I'll call the shelter, can you watch the kitten, or are you gonna be a baby about it?" You turn to Joel, who was standing a few feet away, like it was a tiger, making you laugh slightly. 

"Ain't being a baby.."  "You're standing like 3 feet away from it, it's not going to attack you, it's more focused on the fish, not the 6 ft something man that's standing in the corner, scared of it."  He laughs, stepping a bit closer but still distant. "Im not scared of the damn cat."  "Right… Sure, you aren't."  After a few calls to the local shelters, they all said similar things about being at capacity and unable to take the kitten. You hang up, getting off the phone with the 4th shelter. 

"Joel, the shelters are full, they said we're gonna have to keep it or give it to someone who could keep it till the end of the week, when they'll have some spaces open."  Joel sighs, closes his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "A whole damn week? You call all the shelters?"

You nod, joining him on the couch. His hand goes to your thigh, rubbing it softly as he listens. 

"The ones around here, unless you wanna drive across Texas finding shelters." 

" 'Course, I don't wanna do that, but I'm not looking forward to taking care of a cat for a whole week." 

The first day Joel stays about 20 ft away from the kitten, never even being in the same room as her, leaving only you and Sarah to primarily take care of her. 

But around the second day, things were starting to change. He started feeding her, but still maintained a respectable distance. 

On the third day, it was late, usually around 10 pm, Joel would be in bed already, but he wasn't. You go downstairs, wondering if he was working on a project and got carried away, which happens every now and then. 

You go down the steps until Joel comes into your view. You see something you never thought you'd see when you brought the kitten into your home. He's sitting on the couch, watching TV, while the "temporary" feline guest is perched comfortably on his lap, blinking slowly as she falls asleep, her head resting against his thigh. You desperately wished you hadn't left your phone upstairs, wanting to capture this moment. His big hand gently petting her back aimlessly. You quietly walk further into the living room, hoping you don't disturb her. 

"Did you get another daughter?" You tease as you sit on the other end of the couch, while the kitten remains unbothered by your presence. Joel shakes his head, disagreeing. 

"She just sat down on, and I didn't feel like moving and risk getting my eyeballs scratched out." He explains, moving his hand from her back, instead reaching for the remote. You laugh, enjoying how comfortable she had gotten so quickly, 

The next day, you hear him talking, assuming he was speaking to Sarah or on the phone, but then you see it was to the kitten who was lying against his soft belly. 

"This your way of saying I need to work out more." He smiles, scratching the kitten's ears. "Well, you're gonna end up in the same boat with all the treats Sarah's been sneaking ya." 

You smile, looking through the doorway, hoping he wouldn't hear you. 

"I know, you're gonna be little chunky, aren't ya. But there's nothing wrong with that." 

The kitten gives a little mewow back, making Joel smile slightly while he rubs her head softly.  You let out a little giggle, quietly sneaking a picture of him, luckily having your phone with you this time. 

Over the week of temporarily giving the cat a home until there was a space at the shelter, you'd catch small moments between them. He came home from the pet store with a new food and bowl, a small scratching post, and some thrifted blankets he had washed. Of course, he just made the excuse that he didn't hear her tearing up his furniture or sleeping in his bed or using his good bowls.

Joel enters the bedroom, getting ready for bed, seeing you already under the covers on your phone, he joins you. 

"Hey darling, I think we need to talk about the cat." 

You nod, already anticipating this conversation from the first time you spot him talking to her. "Oh yea?" 

"Well, she isnt too bad, hasnt scracthed my arm or pissed on my couch."  "Mhmm.."

"And Sarah's gotten so attached to the little thing." 

You nod humored, "Right.. Right, Sarah's gotten attached. Are you saying we should keep her?" 

Joel shrugs, like he didn't care when it was so obvious he wanted to keep her. "If you want, I mean I'm sure Sarah would love her, and you seem to like having her around." 

"I wouldn't mind, I think we should." 

"We're keeping her!" Sarah rushes in through the door, holding said kitten. 

"Were you eavesdropping?" Joel turns watching Sarah sit on the edge of the bed holding the kitten on her lap. 

You smile at her, nodding, "Your dad said we could." 

Sarah smiles, dancing a little as she holds the kitten. "I already have a name. I've been thinking about one since I saw her."  Joel sighs, looking at her, "What made you think I'd let you keep her?"  "What name are you thinking about, Sarah?" You ignore Joel, curious about what Sarah had come up with. 

She holds up the little orange kitten, looking at her, "Maybe Clementine?" 

Joel nods, petting her head lightly, as Clementine, Sarah holds her, or Clementine, in her arms. "I think Clememtine is perfect." You agree with him, Clementine is the perfect name for the little orange and white kitten. 

It would only be about 3 weeks later when Joel would build a wall shelf for her to climb around on. As time passed, Clementine quickly became part of the family, getting more comfortable around the house and everyone else. Cat items and toys slowly start to fill up the house. Joel spent his free time building different perches for her to jump on as she found her favorite spots around the house. But his biggest project was the "catio" he had seen online. 

Clementine, or Clem, loved sleeping in different spots around the house, on Sarah's bed, on the office desk, and in the cat tower you had gotten for her. But her favorite spot was definitely against Joel. More often than not, you'd find her lying against his chest, or sitting peacefully with her head against his arm, or sleeping on his belly. 

Which is where you found the two of them now. You shake your head at Joel, laughing a bit. He shifts slightly, making sure there's room for you to join in on the cuddle session. You lean against his unoccupied arm. 

"Still think you don't have another daughter now?"

Also had to name the cat Clementine after Clem from twd <3 Joel is a destined girl dad.

tags for those who were interested in the wip <3: @baronessvonglitter @probablyreadinsmut

[flaminhotlem0n]

𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲

genre: fluff

wc: ~5400 (don´t get used)

pairing: husband!hyunjin x f!reader

summary: you are pregnant, but hyunjin is the one who got all the symptoms

not proofread!

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the smell of grilled chicken started to spread through the kitchen as i stirred the pan with one hand and cut the rest of the potatoes with the other. i put on a calm playlist in the background just to break the afternoon silence. it was a sunny sunday, the kind that would normally put hyunjin in a good mood, but he was acting strange… again

“hyune, lunch is almost ready!” i called without taking my eyes off the pan

what i heard in response was a dull sound coming from the living room, something between a groan of pain and a muffled “oh my god”

“hyunjin?”

“i can’t even look at chicken today i swear…” he replied in a whiny voice

i walked to the kitchen door and found him lying on the couch, hugging a pillow against his stomach, legs stretched out, eyes closed

“are you feeling sick?”

“nausea. again. seriously just the smell of the chicken flipped my stomach inside out”

“again?” i leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms

“third time this week. i woke up with a headache, heartburn, nausea, and now this. y/n, something’s wrong with me”

“maybe you should see a doctor. it’s been like this for two weeks now”

hyunjin opened his eyes slowly and looked at me like he had just made a huge discovery

“what if…” he dramatically adjusted himself on the couch “what if i’m pregnant?”

i burst out laughing right away

“sure. you’re pregnant. i’ll go mark it on the calendar”

“mocking my pain doesn’t help you know?” he placed a hand on his stomach with a suffering expression “maybe it’s sympathy pregnancy. it happens to some dads. i read about it”

“hyunjin, you can’t get pregnant”

“but what if my body is so connected to yours that it decided to go through the pregnancy with you? like soulmates… but with cramps and heartburn”

i rolled my eyes with a smile tugging at the corner of my lips but part of me froze

wait

my hands automatically went to the waistband of my sweatpants

that crazy idea made me remember something i shouldn��t have forgotten

“what is it?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at me “you look pale all of a sudden”

“nothing… i mean… just trying to remember…”

i went to the fridge and pulled off the calendar stuck with a magnet. i started counting the days

1… 2… 3… 4 weeks

“what are you trying to remember?”

“my period…” i whispered more to myself

“WHAT?” he shot up “you’re late?”

i nodded slowly

“it’s been over thirty days”

hyunjin went quiet for a second, staring at me like he was witnessing a miracle

“you think…”

“i don’t know. but i’m going to the pharmacy right now”

“want me to go with you? want me to buy it? want me to go alone and you stay here resting just in case you’re already pregnant and need to take it easy?”

“hyune, it’s just a test”

“but it’s the test”

i took a deep breath, grabbed my bag and left, feeling my heart beat differently

maybe it was just a false alarm

maybe not

20 minutes later, the bathroom felt quieter than usual

we were sitting on the floor, side by side, hyunjin’s hands tangled with mine

the pregnancy test sat on the sink, face down

time seemed to stop

“if it’s positive…” he began in a soft voice “…i promise i’ll learn to change diapers and never say i’d sell my soul for ice cream at 3 a.m. again”

“you never said that”

“but i thought it”

i laughed nervously

“and if it’s negative?”

“we try again”

“hyunjin!”

“what? it’s true! i’ve already grown attached to the imaginary baby”

i sighed and finally turned over the test

two lines

we went silent for two seconds

then hyunjin’s eyes widened and he covered his mouth, looking between the test and my face

“two lines. two lines. y/n…”

“i’m pregnant”

he started laughing and crying at the same time, completely caught between sobs and giggles

“you’re pregnant… i’m pregnant too! i knew it! i always knew. my body screamed it with every wave of nausea!”

he pulled me into a tight hug, the two of us sitting on the cold bathroom floor, the whole world suddenly too small for that moment

“i love you” he whispered in my ear “and i love this baby. even if it’s the size of a chia seed for now”

“i can’t believe we’re having a baby” i said wiping the tears off my face

he reached out and touched my belly, still flat

“you’re gonna be the perfect mom. and if i keep having symptoms, i swear i won’t complain. i’ll live this pregnancy with you. every single minute”

“ and you’re gonna be the most wonderful dad”

we stayed there a while longer, still a little shocked, but smiling

hyunjin rested his head on my shoulder and let out a dramatic sigh

“now everything makes sense. i felt it. i was pregnant with empathy. literally pregnant with love”

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the office was all white, with a light beige armchair and a little table with old magazines. but what really filled the space was the tense silence between the two of us. hyunjin was sitting next to me, one hand holding mine and the other… clutching a little pack of tissues.

“baby, why the tissues?” i asked, unable to hold back a laugh.

“i’m just getting ready. i know i’m going to cry. i saw those videos on tiktok, love, some dads hear the baby’s heartbeat and just lose it. i’m more sensitive than all of them put together"

he squeezed my hand tighter and looked at me with his eyes already glistening.

“i’m nervous"

“me too"

the doctor entered the room with a gentle smile and a clipboard in hand.

“hello, mr. and mrs. hwang, right?”

“yes, that's us”

“we’ll start with the ultrasound. is that okay?”

i nodded.

i lay down on the table while hyunjin stood next to me, holding onto my wrist like he was afraid i’d run away.

the doctor prepped the ultrasound machine, spread the cold gel on my belly, and slid the transducer over it.

hyunjin was already sniffling before we even saw anything.

“there.” the doctor pointed. “see that little flickering dot?”

“i do…” i replied, barely able to speak.

“that’s the heartbeat. we estimate about seven weeks. everything looks good with the baby.”

hyunjin let out a sound that was half cry, half laugh.

“it’s the most beautiful little bean i’ve ever seen…”

he dropped to his knees beside me, rested his head against the exam table, and sobbed with his face buried in my fingers.

“babe, it has a heart. a tiny little heart beating. like… for real.”

“hyunjin, get up, oh my god”

“i can’t. my knees gave out.”

the doctor had to stifle a laugh, and i stayed there, teary-eyed, holding the hand of the most dramatically loving man in the world.

after the exam ended, he helped me sit up with a gentleness that would make any nurse proud. he wrapped me in my little jacket, grabbed my bag, and led me to the car like i was about to give birth on the sidewalk.

at home, by late afternoon, we were lying on the bed, his head resting against my still-flat belly.

“you know, if you start kicking hard, please be gentle with daddy. he’s sensitive”

“hyunjin…”

“i just want them to hear my voice from now on”

i was running my fingers through his hair, giggling softly.

“are you feeling anything today?”

“today? headache, craving for mango with chili, nausea when i smelled our neighbor’s cologne… and i had a nightmare that the baby was born talking.”

“you seem more pregnant than i do.”

“i know.” he sighed. “but i’m happy. i never thought it was possible to love someone i haven’t even seen. but i do. i’m in love. with you… and our little bean.”

in the middle of the night, i woke up to a soft sound. i found hyunjin sitting on the floor of the bedroom, holding a little box.

“hyune? are you okay?”

“i’m writing a journal for the baby.”

“now? at three in the morning?”

“inspiration hit. i wrote: ‘dear baby, today was the day we heard your heart. the most beautiful sound in the world. your mom is a heroine and i… i’m an emotional potato, but i’ll try to be the best dad in the world. love you. signed: your daddy'”

“it's beautiful husband but come back to bed"

he smiled and climbed into bed, curling up behind me with his hands on my belly.

“good night wife, and good night little one"

i woke up with thin rays of sunlight slipping through the gap in the curtain. it was a warm, gentle light, the kind that feels like it’s hugging you in a calm way. i stretched carefully, feeling the weight of my belly becoming more present with each passing day.

next to me, hyunjin was still asleep. his messy hair had fallen over his eyes, and one of his hands, as always, rested on top of my belly — like he was afraid of losing contact with the baby during the night.

i turned slowly so i wouldn’t wake him, but of course he felt the movement.

“hmm…” he mumbled, voice raspy “already waking up, love?”

“yes” i smiled “someone in here is kicking like they’re in dance rehearsal.”

his eyes opened a little more, and a smile spread across his face even though his voice was still sleepy. he leaned in toward my belly and gently rested his face there.

“you’re growing so well, you know that? and your mom is even more beautiful with you in there.”

“are you asking for breakfast or just flirting with me?”

he gave a silly little smile, but before he could answer, his body stiffened. he sat up quickly, holding his stomach and frowning.

“ugh… oh no. oh no.”

“what is it?” i sat up too, worried.

“i… i think i’m gonna throw up. babe, i feel really sick.”

“again, hyune?”

he ran to the bathroom with one hand over his mouth. i sat there on the bed, listening to him gag and trying to understand how he had more pregnancy symptoms than i did.

a few minutes later, he came back looking pale and teary-eyed.

“false alarm, but the smell of our soap almost made me really throw up” he said, collapsing back onto the bed with a dramatic groan “that lavender one. i’ll never be able to use it again”

“you’re more pregnant than i am”

“and am i being judged for that?” he shot back, closing his eyes.

“no, i just find it funny that even air conditioning makes you nauseous”

“you don’t get it. i’m so connected to you two that i feel it. i really do. seriously. like… my body wants the full experience”

i sighed, laughing, and started running my fingers through his hair.

“let me remind you that i’m still the only person with an actual child growing inside of them, okay?”

he lifted his head slowly.

“for now…”

“hyunjin, don’t start”

he laughed, finally seeming better.

“but hey, this afternoon we need to go out and buy the rest of the baby stuff. remember?”

he sat up straighter in bed.

“today? yeah, of course. but only if i don’t faint from the store smell”

“you’re unbearable and perfect at the same time”

“the perfect recipe for an emotional dad”

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the mall was busy, but the baby store felt like a quiet bubble of cuteness. everything in pastel colors, soft fabrics, piles of teddy bears… and hyunjin, like an overgrown kid, trying to hide the sparkle in his eyes.

“babe… look at this sock. it has little ears. look at this” he practically whispered, holding up a tiny pair of pink socks.

“too cute. but focus, love, we came to get the stroller and the crib set”

but he had already gotten distracted again, this time in front of a little lion onesie.

“our baby’s gonna look like a stuffed animal in this.”

“hyunjin.”

he sighed, resigned, but still tossed the onesie into the cart.

we headed to the stroller section and he froze in front of an ultra-high-tech model that almost looked like a transformer.

“this one has suspension, a camera, and plays lullabies.”

“is it a stroller or a car?”

“what if our baby is a very picky baby? they’re gonna want comfort.”

“our baby doesn’t even know how to open their eyes yet.”

he laughed, but grabbed the stroller anyway. the problem came when it was time to fit it into the car trunk.

“hyunjin… you didn’t check if this would fit first?”

“did you check if your patience could handle dating a guy with empathy nausea?”

“touché.”

in the end, we came back with the stroller in the back seat, a bag full of tiny clothes, and a hyunjin completely in love with every inch of the experience.

night fell with the cool breeze coming through the living room window. hyunjin was already in a baggy sweatshirt, hair tied in a loose bun, and a nearly childlike excitement in his eyes. the shopping bags were scattered on the floor, and he was crouching carefully — not because he was in pain, but because he said he was “syncing with y/n's difficulty to bend down.” dramatic? absolutely. but my favorite kind of dramatic.

“ready to organize the baby stuff?” he asked, opening the first bag with almost ceremonial care.

“ready. i’m just wondering if you’re gonna cry again today.”

“y/n” he looked at me seriously “today we’re building the crib. if that’s not a reason to cry, i don’t know what is.”

i didn’t even have time to answer. he pulled out one of those little bunny security blankets and let out a sigh so dramatic it was like he had just found a lost childhood relic.

“look at this, love… the baby’s gonna hold this while they sleep. it’s gonna have their little scent.”

“or vomit, if they take after you and get nauseous from literally everything.”

he made a face but couldn’t hold back a laugh.

while he started assembling the crib with pieces scattered around the room, i sat on the pouf with a bottle of water and began sorting the clothes to wash the next day. every now and then he’d let out an “ow!” or a “hyunjin, focus!” to himself, like he was on some kind of life mission.

when he finished, the crib was facing our side of the bed. he stood there in silence for a while, eyes shining.

“we’re gonna sleep here and… right next to us will be our baby. here. with us…”

he stopped talking. literally. just opened his arms like he couldn’t put the feeling into words. and then, he ran to the closet and came back with… a doll.

“hyunjin…”

“let me play, just to see what it’ll be like.”

he carefully laid the doll in the crib and stood beside it, gently rocking the mattress with his hand.

“shhh… daddy’s here…” he whispered, acting it out.

“you know this is creepy, right?”

“it’s practice! look how well he’s sleeping.”

“hyunjin, the doll doesn’t even blink.”

“that means it’s in a deep sleep then.”

i was already crying from laughing.

after a few minutes, he sat on the floor, leaning back against the wall, watching the crib with slightly glassy eyes. i reached out my hand to him.

“come here, emotional dad.”

he crawled over and lay down with his head in my lap. i ran my fingers through his hair while i felt the baby move inside me.

“baby’s kicking.”

he stared at my belly, mesmerized.

“it feels like i have it inside me too, you know?”

“i know. you’re the only man who could have such an intense empathetic pregnancy.”

“do you think it’s possible to have cravings too? because i’m seriously craving those sugar donuts.”

“hyunjin, you ate seven yesterday.”

“the baby wants it too, y/n. the baby used me as a messenger.”

i rolled my eyes, laughing, but i was already heading to the kitchen. the truth was, i couldn’t resist him, especially when he looked at me like that, like i was the most beautiful thing in the world with this belly growing more every week.

that night, we laid together and stayed quiet for a long time, just feeling each other’s presence, and our baby’s. hyunjin with his hand on my belly, eyes closed, and that silly little smile still on his face.

“do you think he’ll have my eyes?” he whispered, already half asleep.

“if he does, he’s gonna melt the world just like his dad did.”

and that’s how we fell asleep. him, me… and our little kicker.

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the garden looked like it had come straight out of a dream. baby blue and soft pink balloons covered every corner, in arches above the table, scattered between white chairs, and tied to the ground with ribbons that danced in the wind. hanging from a tree were photos of us since the beginning of the pregnancy, hyunjin kissing my belly, the first ultrasound, me laughing with my hand on my stomach while he pretended to feel sick beside me. it was impossible to look around and not smile.

but hyunjin… he was a walking ball of nerves.

“do you want to sit down? want some water?” i asked for the third time, watching him rub the back of his neck for what felt like the thousandth time in five minutes.

“i don’t even know what i want, babe.” he replied with a nervous laugh. “maybe pass out? can i come back after the reveal?”

“you’re pale!”

“i’m about to find out if i’m going to be the dad of a little girl who’ll shatter my heart with two glances or of a mini-hyunjin who’s gonna drive me crazy climbing on everything. pale is an understatement.”

i slowly stood up from the chair and walked over to him. i placed my hand on his cheek.

“you’re already the dad of anyone’s dreams. whoever this baby is, they’re the luckiest in the world.”

he held my hand against his face and closed his eyes.

“do you think she… or he… can already feel all of this?”

“absolutely. this baby’s going to grow up surrounded by so much love it won’t even fit.”

hyunjin opened his eyes, a glimmer of emotion threatening to spill. then he looked at my belly and bent down slightly, speaking softly as if the world around us had disappeared:

“hey, baby… it’s daddy here. today’s our big day, okay? we’re going to find out who you are. but no matter what… i already love you so much it doesn’t even fit inside me.”

“babe…” i said, feeling my eyes fill too.

he stood up, squeezed my hand, and took a deep breath.

“is it time?”

i nodded. people around us were already calling, guests getting their phones ready. in the center, the big black balloon swayed gently in the wind, with a small golden tag that read in cursive: “girl or boy?”

we stood under the balloon. hyunjin looked at me.

“last chance to run.”

“you run slower than i do pregnant. there’s no escape.”

he laughed.

“i love you.”

“i love you too, hyunjin.”

we grabbed the stick together. one, two… three.

POUF!

the balloon burst with a pop, and for a second, time froze. a shower of pink confetti flew into the sky and started falling around us like flower petals.

everything went quiet. and then…

“is… is it a girl?” he asked, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “pink… it’s pink, right? oh my god, it’s a girl!”

he brought his hands to his head, then let the tears fall, smiling like it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

“it’s a girl… she’s my little girl…” his voice broke completely. he dropped to his knees in the grass. “i’m… i’m doomed.”

i knelt beside him. held him tightly. we were both laughing and crying at the same time as the guests cheered around us.

“i knew it… i knew it was you.” he whispered to my belly, overwhelmed. “i felt everything, every wave of nausea, every fear, every joy. it was you telling me you were here all along.”

“she already knows she has the silliest dad in the universe.” i said, my hand in his hair.

“silly and totally smitten.” he chuckled, eyes still glistening. then he brought his face close to my belly. “you already have my heart, princess. and i promise i’ll protect you forever.”

in that moment, between confetti, promises, and tears, there was no doubt: our daughter was already loved more than words could ever explain.

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“babe, have you seen the pouch with my breast pads?” i asked, rummaging through the dresser with one hand and holding the checklist with the other.

hyunjin appeared at the door, flushed and breathless, holding two toothbrushes, one of my socks, and the makeup case.

“i found this. is this useful? this is useful, right?” he sounded out of breath just from running up and down the room.

“hyun, that’s the eyeliner case. and this is the baby’s sock.”

he stepped closer, eyes wide.

“the baby’s sock?! how did i put the baby’s sock in your pouch?? oh god, i’m going to faint.”

“breathe. you’re not the one giving birth, i am.”

“you think?! because i’m starting to doubt that!” he put a hand on his belly, frowning. “ow… ow. ow. oh my god…”

“hyunjin…”

“it’s like a cramp, babe. it’s coming in waves. it’s coming in waves”

“you’ve got gas”

“i’ve got contractions”

“you’ve got drama”

he placed his hands on his hips and started pacing in circles.

“i think the baby’s going to be born through me. my body absorbed the suffering. i’m the new birth canal. take me to the hospital”

“hyun, grab my blue button-up shirt and stop with the theatrics”

he left the room talking to himself, still clutching his belly and moaning like he was about to have his water break. i laughed to myself, organizing the last things in the hospital bag, when i felt… a pop.

pluc.

and then… the warmth.

“hyunjin…” i called out, frozen in place.

he came running back with the blue shirt, still acting out his contractions.

“what it is babe?”

“my water just broke”

he froze.

“YOUR WHAT?”

“my water broke. the baby’s coming”

panic. silence. eyes locked.

hyunjin let out a high-pitched squeal, stumbled, and nearly fell on his butt.

“oh my god it’s real? oh my god it’s today?!”

“yes! and you need to stop pretending you’re in pain and help me up!”

he rushed over, tripping over his own feet, hands on his head.

“okay, okay! bag! keys! car! you! me! ah no, i’m feeling another contraction!”

“hyunjin!”

“sorry! i’m coming! everything’s gonna be okay! don’t go into labor yet, let me find my wallet!”

“i’m the one giving birth!”

“i know, love, but i’m just as pregnant as you are in spirit!!”

amid the chaos, we finally left the house. hyunjin driving like a rocket, whispering prayers, cursing at red lights, and tearing up every time i took a deep breath.

“if she’s born with this sense of timing, she’s definitely gonna be a drama queen like her dad.” i said, between contractions.

“she inherited the talent and comedic timing, yes. but i hope she gets her mom’s common sense. ow, ow… phantom pain again!”

“you’ll give birth through your mouth if you keep saying that.”

we arrived at the hospital with hyunjin practically skidding into the emergency parking spot. he jumped out of the car, shouting at the nurses:

“my wife is in labor! and so am i!”

“he’s not in labor!” i yelled from the car door. “but i am, and he’s about to pass out!”

it was the most beautiful chaos of our lives. the beginning of the greatest love of all.

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the room was softly lit. the nurse adjusted the equipment, the doctor spoke in a calm voice, but everything sounded muffled. the loudest sound was hyunjin’s heavy breathing and the rhythmic echo of contractions, each one stronger than the last.

he was squeezing my hand so tightly I couldn’t even tell who was comforting who anymore.

“you’re doing so good, baby. so, so good. i’m right here, okay? i’m not going anywhere. not even if i faint. if i faint, just pick me up, but i’m staying.” he spoke fast, his voice trembling, eyes glassy.

“you’ve said that like ten times already, hyune” I murmured, trying to smile between the pain.

“i have to keep reminding you because… you’re incredible. i don’t even know how you’re doing this. and i wish i could take all this pain and carry it for you…”

“you’ve already felt everything for me so far.” I replied, my gaze soft.

he let out a nervous laugh, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. he was pale, hair stuck to his skin from the anxiety. he turned to the doctor:

“she’s almost there, right? you can see the head? the ears? everything’s coming out already?!”

the doctor answered with a patient smile:

“almost there, dad. we just need a little more strength, mama. you can do this.”

I nodded, my eyes filling with tears. the pain was intense, but love overflowed. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and pushed with everything I had left.

“yes! that’s it, baby! oh my god! you’re doing it! she’s coming, you’re bringing her to us!” Hyunjin shouted, voice cracking with emotion, like he was witnessing a miracle.

one more contraction. one more push. and then… the sound.

the first cry. small. fragile. loud.

my eyes opened instantly. and the world stopped.

“did she… is she here?” I asked, breathless.

the doctor held that tiny little being, wrapped in a white and pink cloth, eyes shut and mouth slightly open.

“she’s a beautiful little girl.” she said with a smile. “congratulations, mama. congratulations, papa.”

hyunjin broke down.

tears streamed freely down his face. He fell to his knees beside the bed, resting his head on my legs as he sobbed.

“she’s here… she’s really here… she’s real…” he repeated, broken. “you did this. you brought her to us.”

the nurse called him, and he stood up on shaky legs, clumsily wiping his face, and took the first steps toward our daughter.

“hi…” he whispered, approaching gently. “i’m your dad. you have no idea how long we’ve waited for you.”

he held the little bundle in his arms like she was made of porcelain and brought her back to me.

“look at her, baby… she’s perfect. she has your lips.”

“and your nose.” I smiled, crying too.

hyunjin sat beside me, arms wrapped around both of us, the three of us fitting together like a single heartbeat.

“we did it.” he murmured, kissing my forehead. “she’s here.”

we stayed like that, in silence, while the world outside kept spinning. Inside that room, there was only peace. only love.

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the apartment door closed with a soft click. hyunjin pushed it shut with his foot as he helped me inside. the baby was sleeping curled up in my arms, wrapped in a white blanket with tiny pink bows.

the silence in the air felt strange. After months of waiting, running, pain, tears, and dreams… now she was here. Home.

“i think she likes it here.” I whispered, feeling my heart on the verge of bursting.

hyunjin kicked off his shoes in the hallway like any sound might wake her. Then he ran to the couch and threw all the pillows around.

“wait, wait, sit here, babe. rest your arm on this side. yeah, slowly…” he instructed every move like I was made of glass. “want water? fruit? a pillow for your back? your feet? a massage? the moon? i’ll bring it.”

I let out a soft laugh.

“i want you to sit down next to me and stop spinning around the house like a top.”

he froze, laughed nervously, and collapsed onto the couch beside me.

“sorry. i’m kinda freaking out. it’s just… damn, she’s here. like… really here.”

I looked at our daughter. she was sleeping with her lips slightly parted and her tiny hands balled up like she was dreaming of her own birth.

“do you think she’ll hate the crib?” I asked, stroking the edge of the blanket.

“if she does, she sleeps with us. we’ll manage.” he replied, resting his head against mine. “or i’ll stay up all night with her in my arms. no big deal.”

“of course it is. you’ll fall asleep standing up.”

“not true. i’m a dad now, i’ve reached monk-level self-control.”

“hyunjin, you cried yesterday because she sneezed.”

“and it was the cutest sneeze in the entire world. don’t even deny it.”

i let out a muffled laugh, but quickly went quiet when the baby stirred. Hyunjin held his breath. she let out a tiny sigh… and fell back asleep.

he melted into the couch, relieved.

“okay. we survived her first sigh.”

we sat there for a while, admiring that tiny little face like it was the eighth wonder of the world. after a moment, he whispered:

“can I hold her for a bit?”

I nodded. He gently took her into his arms like he was holding a falling star.

“hi, my love…” he whispered. “it’s your dad. we made it. this is your home now.”

my eyes welled up again.

“you’re gonna spoil her.”

"with love? absolutely.” he said with a goofy smile, kissing her forehead.

suddenly, she opened her mouth and made a soft sound… and then the dreaded little cry began.

hyunjin went pale.

“she’s hungry? diaper? cold? hot? help me!”

I carefully took the baby back and opened her onesie.

“it’s okay. just a dirty diaper. want to change her?”

he jumped to his feet, excited:

“yes! of course I do! I practiced with the training doll! I’m a total profe—”

“she pooped all the way up to her neck.”

he froze.

“okay. copy that. plan b: i’ll grab the wipes and offer emotional support.”

while he fumbled with wipes, a burp cloth, the portable changing mat and a roll of paper towels, I couldn’t stop smiling. even with the dark circles under my eyes and exhaustion dragging me down… my whole world was right there, in two sets of eyes: my daughter’s, and my husband, who was now looking at me with the purest expression of love… and poop on his finger.

“are you laughing at me?” he asked, horrified.

“hyun, the diaper’s on backwards.”

“it’s conceptual.”

“it’s a disaster.”

later that night, once she finally fell asleep in the crib for the very first time, we collapsed into bed, hand in hand.

“i’m scared I won’t be able to handle this.” he confessed quietly, staring at the ceiling.

I turned to face him.

“you already are. every diaper disaster, every kiss on the forehead, every dumb joke that made me laugh these past nine months… you’re the best dad she could ever have.”

he turned his face to look at me, eyes full again.

“and you’re the best mom in the universe. thank you for giving me both of you.”

we kissed slowly, feeling our hearts beat in sync.

and there, on the first night of our new life, we realized:

the chaos had begun…

but we had never been this happy

[trashy-reaper]

HIHIHI!!! do you mind writing chance and/or elliot (forsaken!!) with a reader that is like minori hanasato from project sekai? ^^

FEEL FREE TO DENY!!! especially if you dont know the character!! thank you, have a nice day!! 🙇

I am very familiar with Minori actually, as I’m an ex-pjsk player hehe. Just encase though as it has been a bit, I hope I didn't get anything wrong.

Characters may be OOC + not fully proof read.

Reader is an adult, can be viewed as romantic or platonic

Chance

They've seen you before, before this whole mess you were now both in. He's seen and heard a few of the songs you've sang and honestly, you were fantastic. He wouldn't call himself a full time fan but a few of your songs were in his playlists and your name would be brought up if others asked them to suggest singers to listen too. He didn't want to gush over you though, besides it was better for you to know what was happening then anything else.

The first few rounds you started in you were scared, who wouldn't be? You didn't know how to use your abilities all that much and getting chased by someone who's sole purpose is to kill you? Yeah, anyone would be scared, they've come in a few times with their gun and managed to stun the killer before leading you away. With time he saw how you grew more confident in your abilities, how hard you worked to help others. Of course the fear and panic didn't leave you as quickly but he doesn't mind sticking by your side until you grow more confident on your own.

He's impressed honestly, despite your fear and loosing composure if you hear the killer nearby, you pull through. The feeling never left you but your determination to get away and win the round seems to always overcome that. Methinks your abilities would be supportive, increasing allies stamina and speed, allowing nearby allies to effectively get away from killers. But it has it's risks, you weren't like Elliot who could at least have a pizza on the ground to be later picked up, you needed to be near the survivor. Which is why he's impressed, you always fear getting near the killer but you're willing to do so to help the others. It warms his heart in all honesty.

He may ask you to sing some of your songs outside of rounds, calls it a way to make all survivors feel at least, a bit at ease. The situation they're in will never be fun but there's no harm in doing something positive, right? Gotta keep your spirits up and he knows you'll be able to do it. God they love your voice, sometimes during rounds, as a joke they may ask you to sing to them as if they aren't teetering on the verge of death. Cut them some slack! They want to hear your voice before they 'die'.

Elliot

Similar to Chance he also has heard your singing, it's played before during work on the speakers and he'd be lying if he said he didn't catch himself singing along to at least one of them. Especially that one song that seems to be your groups main song? It's a song he has in his playlist. He didn't recognize you as quickly as Chance did as he only listened to you before, never saw a performance or anything. It wasn't till you spoke did he know, and god he's a bit worried for you.

He tries to help you get the hang of your abilities, running to your side to try and distract the killer away from you (to only have to be saved by Guest 1337 or Shedleskey if he isn't fast enough to run away from the killer) The thing making you all play definitely didn't care who they picked to play the game, so long as they provided as entertainment to which Elliot hates so he tries his best to make you a bit more comfortable at the game you play, he knows it'll take a while but he'll try his best to help you calm down when a killer is near.

His trust in you grows as he sees you willing to put your fears aside to aid survivors running from killers, it may mean the killer could lock on you then but you were still willing. He didn't expect it at first, seeing how scared and worried you were when everything first started but within the first few rounds you were already shoving all that aside to save others, getting the hang of your abilities. He helps you train with it more if you can, or however you can really and tries to get the others to give tips on evading the killing if they lock in on you.

He always listens to your singing when Chance asks you to, it's one of the positives they have to this situation, it'll never truly be enough sure, but it's the little things that count, he claps for you after every performance and has even asked you to teach him some of the moves to your previous performances. God you do so much dancing, how did you keep up...he likes being around you though so he'll stick around longer if you'll have him.

Wasn't too sure at first how to or what to write for this despite the fact I do know how Minori is like, but that may be because she also wasn't my fav of MMJ (I still love her)

Also thought, while I didn't include Sekais as I couldn't think of a way to input it for survivors, imagine a Killer who's from PJSK/had a Sekai and the Spectre made them think the survivors were invading it, a place they called their comfort and was made to throw them out (they don't know they're killing them)

[munsonsmixtapes]

This Little Life (1)

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

These are little glimpses of your life with Eddie as you grow up together

Summary: You move to Hawkins with your mother and you and Eddie quickly become friends

cw: both Eddie and reader have complicated relationships with their parents

This is only part one and part two will be posted very soon!

Part One - Eight Years Old

You wake up to the sound of gravel crackling underneath the tires of your mom’s old minivan. You look around the trailer park through your tired eyes, squinting because of the bright sun that’s reflecting into the rearview mirror where you can see your mother’s eyes. 

She turns to you, cigarette between her lips like always. She puts on that bright smile that always brings you comfort then reaches a hand out to you. Even at your young age, you’ve never had a great relationship with your mother. 

Teresa is very hands on when she wants to be. Then sometimes, she’ll just disappear and leave you by yourself for days on end. For years, you remember randomly being dropped off at your grandparents house. And then when she decided you were old enough to be home alone by yourself, she’d just leave you there and come and go as she pleased. 

She’s a lot better about it now, but on occasion, you’ll wake up to a note posted somewhere around the house that she’ll be back whenever with a little cash to order a pizza or something like that. Even though she’s never around, Teresa always makes sure that you’re fed well. 

“This isn’t like the other places, sugar,” she says sweetly. That’s always been her nickname for you and you’re too nice to tell her that you actually hate it. “We’re here to stay.” 

How many times have you heard that? You make a mental note to add another dollar to your jar. Only a few more and you can finally get that necklace you’ve been wanting. You saw it the one time Teresa took you to the mall and you haven’t forgotten about it since. 

“Okay,” is all you reply. What else is there to say? She’s been telling you this since you were old enough to talk and she’s never been right. There’s always something or someone who runs her off just when you’re getting settled. It’s gotten to the point where you don’t even bother making friends because you know you’re just going to turn right around and pack up and leave. 

“Aren’t you excited?” She asks, her face lighting up as she speaks. You just ignore her and get out of the car, retrieving your backpack that you keep all your valuables in. You make sure to never let it out of your sight because it’s not uncommon for Teresa to sneak into your room and steal your belongings to sell when she needs a little extra cash. 

You look around the trailer park to get acquainted with your new space and pause when you turn to your left. There’s a man and a boy on the porch of the trailer across the way. You can’t exactly hear what’s being said, but you can hear the man yelling. The boy looks unbothered like he’s heard this kind of thing before. But the man is jabbing his fingers in his face, his voice louder now. 

“Don’t ever do that again or else there will be serious consequences. Do you understand me?” The boy just nods and the man pushes him aside by the top of his head before storming off to the truck that’s parked outside of the trailer. He gets into the driver’s seat and slams the door before driving away so fast the wheels kick up dust, causing you to cough. 

You look at the boy, feeling nothing but empathy for him. How many times have you had those kinds of conversations with Teresa? How many times have you been in his exact position? You almost want to go over and comfort him, but he doesn’t seem to be in the mood. He just shakes his head, giving you a glance before heading inside. 

You try to forget what you’ve just seen and grab one of the boxes from the trunk and take it inside. The trailer is smaller than you expected but you’re not complaining. You know that other kids have nothing so you’re going to be grateful for what you do have. 

You head to what you’ve decided is your room and your blow up mattress is already there. Teresa has promised you a real bed for years but you’ve decided to stop expecting one. Your life has been filled with empty promises from her and you’re not going to start believing her now. 

You set the box in the center of the room and keep your backpack on your back because you know it’ll disappear if you leave it somewhere. You’ll never forgive her for selling the jewelry box your grandmother gave you before she passed away. It was the only thing you had left of the woman and now it’s gone just like most of your belongings. 

There are times when you feel like you want to run away. You always think that if you left, she’d never come looking for you. You always feel like you were something she got stuck with instead of actually being a mother to you. 

You sometimes wonder what your father is up to and if he’d take you in. You’ve never met the man but according to Teresa, he wasn’t all that. She said that she’d tell you more when you get older, but you’re not sure that’s true. It’s easy to tell when she’s lying to you because she’s done it so much. 

Sugar, I told you that I don’t know where the damn jewelry box is. It must have gotten lost in the move. 

I didn’t have enough to buy you dinner. 

I love you, sugar. 

Lies. All of it. And even at eight years old, you’re able to see right through her. You don’t even know why she comes back. She could leave and you wouldn’t be surprised. She wouldn’t have any responsibilities. She could go wherever she wanted. And then she could finally admit that never actually gave a shit about you. 

In fact, every morning you wake up and are surprised when she’s there. You’re honestly waiting for her to just up and leave you to have to take care of yourself for the rest of your life. And the worst part of it is that you kind of wish she would. You know she doesn’t love you and you don’t love her. You already take more care of yourself than she ever had so it’s not like you care anyway. 

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Eddie’s used to new neighbors, but they never seem to be kids. They’re always adults or teenagers that are too old to play with. It’s not like he wants to play with you anyway-he likes to be by himself the best. But he has to admit that you intrigue him. 

He’s only seen glimpses as you’ve left your trailer but there’s something about you that’s drawing him in. He hates to admit that he wants to get close to you even though he’s scared. That’s why he likes being alone-because he still has scars that are healing. He’s always been the weird kid who no one seems to want to hang out with. He thinks that’s why he’s always been ashamed to be himself. 

But now that he’s seen you playing outside by yourself, he can’t help but want to join you. You just look like you’re having so much fun as you run and play with the seemingly very loved stuffed bunny you’ve got under your arm. He’s wondering what its name is and if you’d let him hold it. 

Before he can stop himself, he steps out onto the porch, slowly inching closer to you. If he doesn’t think too much about it, he can introduce himself. He’s just scared. He doesn’t want to be rejected again. But for some reason, he doesn’t think you’ll do that to him. 

He knows that all of those words from Alan that are replaying in his head are just a bunch of lies. He knows that he’s not worthless or a loser. He has so much potential and when he looks at that Black Sabbath poster that Wayne bought him, he just knows that’s gonna be him one day. 

He wants to make music so badly that his hands itch to touch the guitar his dad left with all of his other stuff. But he can’t bring himself to actually play it. Because he knows the second that he gets his hands on it, Alan is going to walk through the door and give him yet another black eye. 

You notice him walk across the gravel and turn to face him. You’ve seen him before, sometimes out on the porch with a comic book or a coloring book and some markers. He’s cute, you think. Well, as cute as an eight-year-old can be to another eight-year-old. 

“Hey!” You greet him, all smiles and Eddie thinks you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. Your smile is bright and just by seeing it, he somehow knows he can trust you. It’s like all of that weight that sits on his shoulder somehow vanishes when your eyes look into his. They’re pretty and have a warmth to them that makes him feel like he’s being wrapped up in a blanket that’s fresh from the dryer. 

“I’m y/n,” you put your hand out for him to shake. “I just moved in.” Your voice is sweet and bubbly and he thinks he wants to hear it over and over just because he likes how it sounds. 

“I’m Eddie,” he replies, feeling more outgoing than he normally would. He always feels shy around people he doesn’t know. But not today-not with you, apparently. 

“Eddie,” you repeat and he likes the way you say it, how your lips for the words. It sounds much better than how his dad says it-like a slur, just further proving that he doesn’t care about him. “I like that. Is it short for something?” 

“Edward, but no one ever calls me that. I’m Eddie. Just Eddie.” 

“Well, Eddie, do you want to play with me?” He doesn’t think he’s ever heard those words in his life. No one ever wants to play with him at school because they think he’s trailer trash. He can still hear the insults ringing in his head. 

Look at what he’s wearing. 

Did you see how his hair is cut? 

He’s so poor he can’t even afford a lunchbox. 

And that’s what they say when he’s within earshot so he can’t imagine what they say behind closed doors. He hates that he cares so much when they don’t actually know him, but it hurts. It hurts that he’s seemingly the only kid at school who doesn’t have any friends. And when he comes home, he’s alone when his dad and uncle Wayne are at work. He just always feels like no one wants to be around him. Well, besides Wayne. And you now, he guesses. 

He knows that he just met you but he already wants to show you his DnD collection. The collection that Wayne worked extra shifts to purchase for him. And he bought it after watching his brother tell Eddie that the whole thing was childish and a waste of time and money. 

But Wayne saw how longingly his nephew looked at all of the books and sets and decided that he deserved a treat. Eddie’s a good kid despite what Alan thinks and now it’s a whole custody battle since it’s clear that there’s alcoholism along with drug use as well Eddie’s mistreatment.  

Eddie knows that his dad doesn’t act like a real one. If anything, Wayne has been more of a father figure to him. All of his good memories include that man and he will always be grateful to have him in his life. The only thing he ever got from his dad was his music taste and a lesson on how to hotwire a car.

“What are you playing?” He seems genuinely interested in spending time with and that throws you off. You’re so used to being invisible so it feels weird that he actually wants to talk to you. This kid doesn’t even know you yet seems much more interested in you than Teresa-your mother, your own flesh and blood. 

“I was seeing how fast I can run. Do you want to race?” Your face lights up as you ask and Eddie can’t help but say yes. How could he possibly say no to that pretty smile? 

You clutch your bunny to your chest as you countdown before the two of you race down the dirt road. You’re both running so fast and you swear you’ve never felt this free-like you could go anywhere. You turn behind you and your trailer is getting smaller as the weight on your chest lessens. 

You always knew that weight was the trauma caused by Teresa, but being so far away from her makes you feel weightless. Like you could do anything and not have your mother weighing you down. You wonder what would happen if you left right now. If you just took off with your money jar, your backpack and Bunny. You consider it once you fall into the patch of grass by the woods. You look into them and can’t help but think about leaving and never coming back. But you don’t. 

Deep down, you’re too scared. You don’t know why you’re so afraid of disappointing her even though that’s all she’s done your whole life. She needs you. How would she keep a job if you didn’t wake her up every morning? How would the bills get paid if you weren’t the ones paying them? How would she eat if you didn’t remind her that she can’t spend her entire paychecks on cigarettes and alcohol? 

You know that it shouldn’t be your problem, but it is. You don’t get to choose who your parents are and you just happened to get the mother who didn’t want to be a mom. You wonder what she’d be doing now if she hadn’t had you at eighteen. Oh, who are you kidding? She’d be doing the exact same thing now but she wouldn’t have to lug you around. 

Eddie falls into the grass to your left and for a second, you completely forgot that he was there. He turns to face you with that boyish smile and those warm Bambi eyes and for the first time in your life, you think you’ve finally found a friend. 

“Do you like metal?” He asks and you look at him confused. “Well, what do you like?” The only music you can remember Teresa ever playing was whatever radio station was on at the time. 

“I like Dolly Parton,” you reply with the first singer you can come up with. Eddie only knows who that is because he hears her when Wayne puts on a record while he makes dinner. He would never judge someone for their music taste, but he’d never admit that he kind of likes her either. And maybe he likes Fleetwood Mac, but that cassette tape he’s got under his bed is between him and God. 

“My uncle Wayne likes her but-” he’s unable to finish his thought because he hears Wayne calling for him from the porch of their trailer. “Coming!” He calls back then turns back to you, that sweet smile on his face again. “Do you want to come over? We’ve got lemonade and an extra TV dinner.” He doesn’t tell you that they only have the extra TV dinner because Alan isn’t coming home tonight. But he’d much rather have your company anyway. He barely knows you but can already see a beautiful friendship blooming in his head. He really hopes that you feel it too. He’s been burned time and time again but he thinks he’s finally ready to take another leap. Somehow, he knows that you’ll catch him.

“I’d love to,” you reply as he reaches his hand out for you to take. You race each other to the Munson trailer and you can’t help but think about how much more cozy it feels once you step inside. There’s decor-albeit, tacky, but it still feels like a home. You just got there and yet somehow feel like you belong. 

You take in everything, turning this way and that and when you finally see Eddie’s uncle, you just know that he’s a nice man. He’s got the same sweet smile and warm eyes that Eddie does and for whatever reason, you know that you can trust him. In fact, this is the safest you’ve felt your entire life. 

“Hey there,” he smiles wide. “I’m Wayne and who might you be?” 

“Y/n,” you reply and he nods. 

“Well, y/n, I hope you like meatloaf.” You follow him into the kitchen and there is, in fact, meatloaf. But it’s the actual dish as opposed to the TV dinner Eddie mentioned. And it smells incredible. You’ve never had a home cooked meal before-Teresa can’t cook for shit-so you’re nothing but grateful as Wayne serves you a slice along with some mashed potatoes and broccoli. 

The three of you head to the table where there’s a pitcher of ice cold lemonade that Eddie serves the three of you. You all sit and eat dinner together, chatting like you’re old friends. It’s the best meal you’ve ever had and the company isn’t bad either. And as Wayne sends you home with leftovers, both him and Eddie making sure you get inside okay, you begin to think that maybe you’re going to like it in Hawkins.

[hansungie01]

Felix Drabble

Contains: SoftDom!Felix x Fem!Reader, unprotected sex, praising, unestablished relationship (Felix and reader are best friends)

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: Just a quick drabble, also the first fic I've written about Felix. Enjoy!

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You had originally invited Felix over for a movie marathon night at your place. It had been a long time since you'd seen each other, with work and ordinary life often getting in the way. Luckily, you had managed to find time where both of you were free, so of course you made plans to have him spend the night so you and him would have plenty of time to catch up.

You two spent a majority of the night chatting through most of the movies you put on, discussing your daily lives - your unpleasant coworkers, recent dating experiences, and eventually turning to your sex lives. Even that conversation seemed casual at first, neither too explicit nor too awkward.

But when your best friend found out that you had never experienced pleasure beyond your own hands, he had made it his mission to rectify that. You couldn’t even remember when the conversation had turned sexual, or why the conversation had flipped in the first place. But with the flip of a switch, Felix was suddenly determined to be your first, to be the one to show exactly what real pleasure was.

“I can teach you,” he had said nonchalantly, despite his heart racing at the prospect of corrupting you, of being the first to make you feel good, seeing you come undone on top of him. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it before, late at night in the comfort of his own bed. You couldn’t deny that you had also thought about it before, what it would be like to be touched by him and how he would feel inside of you. So, after little deliberation, you agreed.

And that's how you ended up in this scenario, laying on his couch with half your clothing discarded and the movies still playing in the background while you rode him.

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“That’s it, you’re doing so good”

Felix spoke with a soft voice, almost dropping to a whisper. His hands were positioned delicately at your sides, fitting right in the space between your thighs and your hips. Your hands were placed on his chest, gripping onto his hoodie for balance.

The couch you'd both been lying on was cramped, with only enough room for the two of you when Felix sat upright with his head and shoulders resting on the arm rest and his legs bent. It was tight, but you didn't protest, as it provided you an excuse to cling to his clothing while you adjusted to his size. Even though you had nothing to compare him to, Felix still felt big, and it had taken you a while for the feeling to turn from bearable pain into pleasure.

Now, the feeling was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. Sure, you had touched yourself many times, in the privacy of your own room where no one could hear you. But the real thing? You couldn’t even find the words to describe it unless those words were incoherent groans. Even the slightest of movements caused you throat to let out sounds that you couldn’t control.

Felix moved your hips forward once he felt your body relaxing, guiding them against his own. You gasped, the friction causing your walls to clench around him repeatedly. It took everything in him not to fuck you harder, to wrap his arms around your waist and thrust himself into you while you whined into the crook of his neck, begging him for more. But he knew this was your first time, and so he pushed that thought into the back of his mind for the time being.

“You’re okay, baby, you’re doing great”, he reassured you as he rubbed your hips in his palms. “Think you can start moving on your own now?”

He spoke with such gentleness that you could feel your heart physically melting at his tone. You nodded, closing your eyes as you began moving your hips back and forth, this time at your own pace.

“Like that?”, you asked him, your eyes still closed shut and your hands still gripping onto his hoodie.

“Yeah baby, just like that”, he nodded as he bit his lip, taking his hands off of your hips to watch them as they rolled against his cock. “Back and forth. There you go, taking me so well”

His words were only encouraging you more, and soon, you were moving completely on your own.

“Feels a little bit different than your fingers, huh?”, he teased, recalling the moment when you told him that the only pleasure you had ever felt came from your own fingers.

You opened your eyes to look down at him, taking in the sight of your best friend below you. His eyes were dazed, a slight smirk present on his face. Despite the baggy hoodie he was wearing, you could still see his chest rising and falling from beneath it. You had never truly expected to see him this way.

But of course, neither did he. Only in his dreams could he imagine being able to see his best friend on top of him like this, let alone being the first one to do so. He was your first, the first one to ruin you for anyone else to come. Before tonight, you had always been so innocent to him, always keeping your sex life private and blushing whenever someone brought up the topic. It was adorable to him, the way you turned away at the mention of sex, like you barely even knew what it was.

Of course, he knew you weren’t as innocent as you led others to believe, and deep down, he always wanted to be the one to pull all those dirty little thoughts from behind that innocent face of yours. It wasn’t until tonight where he finally got the chance to, and he was soaking in every single moment he could.

You groaned from on top of him. “Feels better”

“Better?”, he chuckled, repeating your words back to you.

You hummed in response, moving your hips quicker as the pleasure grew in intensity. “Yes, so good”

Before long, you felt a knot growing in your lower stomach, a feeling you had never managed to bring yourself to on your own. You knew you were close, that was the only thing this feeling could mean.

“Felix, I-“, you gasped, your hips stuttering just slightly as you clenched around him. “I think I’m gonna-“

“I know, baby”, he cooed as his breath caught in his throat, the thought of seeing you cum causing him to feel his own orgasm quickly approaching. He wanted to ruin you completely, feel your walls squeeze around him while you moaned out his name. His name, only his name.

He couldn’t take it anymore. His thoughts were running wild with the sight of you taking his cock inside of you, when only yesterday you’d blush if someone had even mentioned the topic altogether. His hips thrusted up into your core as his nails dug into your skin, now chasing his own high with the sounds of your loud moans ringing pleasantly in his ear. He opened his mouth to speak, giving you one last instruction before you finished.

“Say my name when you cum”, he asked, sounding more like a plead than a command. But the pleasure was getting to be too much for him, clouding his thoughts and preventing him from speaking in anything more than unsteady groans.

With one final strained moan of his name, you came around him. Your whole body shook on top of him as your hands scrambled to find something else to hang onto, eventually falling on his hands which had been gripping onto your hips.

Felix quickly lifted his hoodie up just before he pulled out, stroking his length as he came all over his stomach. The substance coated his abs, dripping down his hand and even falling on his thighs. The sight was so filthy to you - watching your best friend cum because of you, because of the way you felt around him. You would never say it out loud to him, but you had often fantasized about this very scenario yourself.

Felix’s breathing slowed down as his orgasm eventually passed, looking back up at you with a dazed look of admiration plastered on his face. He rubbed his clean hand along your side, not in a sexual manner, but more of a relaxed manner, like he was trying to calm you down. Your body was still shaking, not used to sensation of pleasure not self-inflicted.

“You’re so beautiful like this”, he mumbled. “And all because of me”

You blushed at his words. Even though you were only friends, you were sure this would become a reoccurring event for the both of you. Felix had ruined you, both mentally and physically, for any person yet to come.

But you weren’t complaining, especially when he had ability to pleasure you in ways you couldn’t have imagine prior to tonight. He had indeed ruined you, in the best way possible.

“All because of you”, you confirmed.

[rooksamoris]

Congrats on 500! Can I get Jamil as Rapunzel and reader as Eugene in the smolder scene with reader being tied up on the chair. I remember reading it on your old account and would love to see it again.

THE SMOLDER !!

✧ — jamil viper x reader as the smolder scene in tangled. ✧ — 453 words, no warnings. ✧ — here is the event and the event masterlist. jamil tangled!au is back guys! here's the lantern scene part to this. imma get to these tonight <33

You felt something wet and slimy stick its way into your ear and awoke with a yell. Looking around the room, you began to struggle against the bindings around your body, but quickly realized they were too tight... and they were hair, “What the… is thi—?” 

The hair was all over the place, long and dark, thick and silky. It was around your body and down on the floor, across the room and hung onto the wardrobe. You looked up to see a figure hidden away in the shadows, where it seemed the hair had taken root, up on a platform underneath a window.

“Struggling is pointless,” he said, his voice low and serious. Jamil’s eyes watched with cautious gray eyes as he made his way down and into the light.

You could not help but be taken by his appearance as he came into your sight. His hair was shiny, well cared for certainly. But even more than that, his brown skin was vibrant and his eyes were catching, especially as they narrowed in on you while his lips were pulled into a frown. His dark brows were knitted slightly, and he held up a cast iron pan in a threatening position. Surely he meant to hit you and you were not totally against it.

“Who are you? And how did you find me?” he asked.

You stared, just dumbfounded by his beauty, jaw falling a bit.

That just earned more of his anger, and he glared, holding the pan up higher, “Did you hear me? Who are you and how did you find me?”

After taking a moment to collect yourself, you cleared your throat, “I know not who you are, or how I came to find you, but may I just say…” you trailed off, before putting on what could be named the sleaziest grin of all time. You raised a brow, looking the long-haired man up and down, “Hey,” you said, before introducing yourself, “How’s your day been, beautiful?”

He looked something akin to disgusted.

You raised your brows at him.

Jamil scoffed, “Who else knows where I am?” he asked, pointing his weapon towards you.

“Alright, gorgeous.”

“Jamil,” he corrected sternly. He held the frying pan closer to your face, threateningly.

“Arhamuk allah.” 

You sighed, “Anyways—I was minding my business, making my way through the sands suddenly—” you shut yourself up when you realized your satchel was missing. Your eyes widened and you began to frantically look around, “Woah, where is my satchel?”

He smirked. Now it was his turn to raise his brow, “I’ve hidden it. You’ll never guess where it is.”

You looked around and gestured to a woven bread basket, “It’s in there, isn’t it?”

Whack! 

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With Her I Die |27|

Past J.T to Eventual S.S x Female Reader

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Thy Name is Jealousy

warnings: jealousy, references to past trauma, and water-related anxiety.

note(s): this is a pretty tame chapter considering the average chapter i'd put out.

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The rhythm of your morning routine has become a lifeline—wake before dawn, collect the water containers, meet Mari at the treeline. Shauna watches from her makeshift butcher station, hands stained with yesterday's work, tracking your movements with the careful attention of someone cataloging threat assessments.

She knows about your fear of water. Remembers those late-night conversations from before, when Jackie would fall asleep first during sleepovers, leaving you and Shauna whispering in the darkness. You'd confessed it then—how the sound of rushing water made your chest tight, how you'd never learned to swim properly because even shallow pools felt like drowning waiting to happen.

Yet here you are, containers in hand, following Mari down the familiar path without hesitation.

The irony isn't lost on her. You, who once needed Jackie's hand to walk across the school's decorative bridge over the artificial pond, now willingly trek to the lake's edge every morning. For Mari. With Mari.

Shauna's knife pauses mid-stroke against the wooden cutting board she's fashioned from salvaged cabin debris. The blade catches morning light, throwing brief shadows across her work space—this small corner she's claimed as her own while others share their makeshift shelters. Privacy has become a luxury she hoards, especially when it allows her to observe undetected.

The way Mari's hand briefly touches your shoulder as you navigate the uneven ground doesn't escape her notice. How Mari positions herself between you and the water's edge when you fill the containers, creating a barrier that Shauna used to provide. The small considerations that speak to intimacy developed through shared routine.

"Fucking ridiculous," Shauna mutters under her breath, attacking the dried meat with renewed vigor. The knife strikes wood with each chop, a percussion of frustration she can't quite name.

Mari's laugh carries across the clearing—genuine, unguarded. The sound makes something twist in Shauna's chest, a recognition of the ease between you two that she remembers from before. Before the crash, before Jackie's death, before everything became survival and grief and the complex mathematics of staying alive.

You return from the lake with full containers, Mari steadying you when you stumble slightly under the weight. The gesture is automatic, practiced. Shauna's grip tightens on her knife handle.

"You're up early." Mari's voice carries as she approaches Shauna's station, leaving you to distribute the water among the others.

"Someone has to prep the food." Shauna doesn't look up from her work. "Unless you'd prefer to eat leather again."

"Just making conversation." Mari settles onto a nearby log, uninvited. "You've been... intense lately. More than usual."

Shauna's laugh is hollow. "Intense. That's rich, coming from someone who's been picking fights with everyone for weeks."

"I haven't been picking fights with everyone."

"No?" The knife stills. "Just me, then."

Mari's silence stretches long enough that Shauna finally looks up, meeting her gaze directly. There's something calculating in Mari's expression, a deliberate provocation that makes Shauna's jaw clench.

"You know what your problem is?" Mari's voice is deceptively casual. "You think you own people. Think they owe you something just because you've decided to care about them."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't." Mari stands, brushing dirt from her pants. "Maybe try asking what people actually need instead of assuming you know."

The implication hangs between them, unspoken but clear. Shauna's knuckles whiten around the knife handle.

"At least I don't pretend to be something I'm not to get close to people."

Mari's smile is sharp. "And what exactly am I pretending to be?"

"Helpful. Selfless. Someone who gives a shit about anything other than—"

"Hey." Tai's voice cuts through the tension like a blade. She approaches with the measured steps of someone defusing a bomb. "Maybe we save the territorial pissing for when we're not all dependent on each other?"

Both women turn toward her, aggression temporarily redirected. Tai holds up her hands in a placating gesture.

"I'm just saying, whatever this is about, fighting each other isn't going to fix it."

"There's nothing to fix," Shauna says, voice tight with forced control. "Mari was just leaving."

"Was I?" Mari's eyebrows rise. "I thought we were having such a productive conversation."

"Mari." Tai's tone carries warning. "Come on. Help me check the snares."

For a moment, Mari looks like she might refuse. Then she shrugs, the picture of nonchalance. "Sure. Why not."

As they walk away, Shauna catches Mari's backward glance—not at her, but toward where you're methodically organizing supplies with the careful focus of someone avoiding drama. The look confirms what Shauna already knows, what neither of them will say aloud.

This isn't about survival strategies or resource allocation. It's about the quiet intimacy of shared morning routines, the way you trust Mari with your fear of water, the small surrenders that add up to something larger.

Shauna returns to her work with mechanical precision, each cut deliberate and measured. The meat yields beneath her blade, and she pretends not to notice how the sound of your voice, discussing hunting plans with Nat, carries on the morning air. Pretends not to calculate the distance between Mari's retreating figure and your oblivious presence.

The wilderness has taught them all to be territorial. To guard resources, to protect what keeps them alive. But some territories are harder to define than others, and some resources more precious than food or water or shelter.

Some wars are fought in glances and careful silences, in the space between what's said and what's understood. In the recognition that caring for someone doesn't guarantee their reciprocation, and that survival sometimes means watching from the sidelines while others step into the spaces you once occupied.

Shauna's knife finds its rhythm again, steady and sure. The morning stretches ahead, full of small observations and careful distances. Of watching you navigate the world with Mari's support, while she remains at her station, surrounded by the tools of survival and the weight of unspoken claims.

The meat under her blade separates cleanly, each piece falling into neat piles. Order imposed through violence, sustenance carved from necessity. It's a metaphor she doesn't examine too closely, focusing instead on the work at hand and the careful architecture of not caring too much about things beyond her control.

[quietplace26]

Broken Contracts, Healing Hearts. Part 4. Final.

Pairings: Past!Zhongli x Ex-Goddess!MC, Present!Neuvillette x Ex-Godess!MC.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3. Part 4 (Here)

...Liyue Harbour was beautiful. It was exactly how MC once imagined it being long ago when Morax first told her of his nation. Of his ideas, hopes, and dreams.

But Morax was gone.

MC learned of her once love's fate not too long ago when speaking to the Traveler about their Travels. Paimon, their little fairy friend, spoke about 'Rex Lapis' death. Rex Lapis was Morax. How he was dead.

That night, MC just... crashed. She knew she shouldn't cry for the man who so easily turned on her, but all she could think about was the good memories she had of him and his love...

Neuvillette held her throughout the night, never pushing for answers. She had a feeling he knew why she was crying, but MC was grateful for his silence.

She didn't want to talk about Morax anymore. She didn't want to think about him. She just wanted... to let go.

Which is why, even though she was terrified, she asks Neuvillette to take her to Liyue to join Furina for Lanturn Rite.

The still surviving Adepti would have no doubt long forgotten about her, as she had been nothing but a lowly goddess and traitor in their eyes in her final moments during the Archon war, so she of course throught no one would recognize her.

It's been 2000 years after all...

Neuvillette was honestly against the idea, as he knew of her history with Liyue and its Archon, and with her carrying his hatchling, he had every right to worry! But after some bickering, he relents.

And that's how MC finds herself in this position. Neuvillette had asked her to stay put while he went to find Furina, but curiosity takes over and she walks over to some nearby venders.

Which is how she ends up in a rather odd conversation with an old 'mortal' woman.

MC had been walking past a booth when a crash to her right caught her attention. It was an old woman, staring at her with wide eyes as books and scrolls laid at her feet.

MC ignores the old woman's pleas not to bother helping her as she gathered up the books and scrolls, helping her take them to a nearby table where the old woman tries makes small talk with her.

"Are you new to Liyue, deary?"

Not exactly... but she hasn't stepped foot on this land in 2000 years, so-

"Y-yes, I am."

Placing a hand on her belly, she rubs the bump slowly, letting the kicks of her child calm her as she smiles wearily at the old woman.

The old woman's eyes zeroed in on her baby bump... and a broken, but accepting look appears in them as she gives MC a tired smile.

"And I see you are a mother-to-be? Excited?"

"Very." MC relaxes then, smiling a soft smile as she looks down at her belly fondly. "Ah, I need to go. My husband is probably looking for me."

MC's pauses then, glancing back.

"Excuse me for being rude, but I never got your name."

"Oh... you can call me Madame Pi-"

Neuvillette's voice cuts off the old woman and MC quickly apologizes as she rushes off... not noticing the old woman, Ping, fall back into her chair, staring dazingly at MC's retreating figure.

"...I can't believe it... she's alive. Oh Celestia, Lord Morax, I have to tell him-"

And tell him Ping does... Only, he wishes she never told him.

As while he was ecstatic that somehow, someway, his precious Gemheart was alive and well... she was now a taken woman.

She had a husband. She had a new mate. A mate that wasn't him.

The Hydro Dragon Sovereign had taken his place and carved out a spot in her heart that was once only HIS. The Sovereign even took it a step further by the mere fact that MC was obviously pregnant with his spawn.

Zhongli felt utter rage. That should've been HIS spawn, not that damn Hydro dragon-

"My lord..."

Xiao's voice quietly calls out to him as the Yaksha stood beside him, staring down at a smiling MC who was talking to the Furina and Hutao.

"I-It's her, yes? Thats..."

The Yaksha trails off, looking uncomfortable as he clearly remembers the Goddess of Water that used to be his lord's lover. The one he and all the other Adepti mocked and sneered at for being a 'traitor'.

Which was eventually proven untrue at the end of the Archon War, leading to all the Adepti feeling shame for what they did to the kind Goddess that was so earnest and loving to their lord.

The other Adepti arrive, all staring down with solemn gazes at the one they all threw away carelessly.

"...She looks happy." Xiao murmurs, glancing over at the still silent ex-Archon. "Should we-"

"We do nothing." Zhongli's voice was firm but oh so very tired, broken even. "We do nothing, understood? It's... the least we can do for her..."

He turns and leaves without another word, leaving the adepti to look one last time at MC before disappearing.

...Zhongli leaves the Harbour, traveling on foot all the way to an area filled with Glaze Lilies. This used to be the land where your people once lived. Once a vacant wasteland, now a beautiful home for Glaze lilies. Glaze lilies Zhongli planted and tended to religiously for 2000 years.

He treks over to a familiar cliff, the same one he on threw you off of 2000 years earlier and sits down.

In the distance, he sees the Harbour, sees the Xiao lanterns floating into the night sky...

But this Lantern Rite, he feels no joy, or well, not for himself.

He felt joy that his Gemheart was alive, that she was living and breathing, that she had a chance to have a family with someone that was actually worthy of her affection.

But then came the bitter reality. He was truly alone now. He no longer had any right to be in MC's life.

Hell, it was probably for the better that he remained 'dead' in her mind.

With a bitter smile, Zhongli buries his face into his hands, mourning what could've been, while in Liyue Harbour, MC was tucked up safely beside Neuvillette, her husband's hand resting protectively on her baby bump, and smiles as she enjoys her first Lantern Rite...

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[conelluwrites]

i LOVE ur writing so much! I was wondering if u could do a fic where the (fem) reader is a producer and thanos meets her for the first time to make a song and it turns into a lil smut?

Waste Away My Days With Some Pretty Young Thing

Ao3 Requests open!! Words: 3.1k Warnings: Cunnilingus, fingering, creampie, Thanos being a lame lil shit and hyping himself up in his head, reader really isn't fucking with his vibe for the first part of this Other: Death of a Strawberry gives me some Thanos vibes idk, it makes me think of bright colors which makes me think of Thanos haha. Got into a massive mood to write Thanos smut, my sweet purple bastard boy. This is my 69th post, who better to have it be than legend Thanos. I hope you like it!!

The studio is small enough to be comfortable but still a bit too warm in the summer heat outside.  She’s used to it though, she’s worked here for long enough to be recommended to some of the bigger names but there’s been a recent lull in work for her- or rather work that she actively enjoys doing.  What’s that saying…  You do something you love, you never work a day in your life?  Bullshit, she thinks, she does enjoy her job but it’s still work and sometimes she just needs some sort of a break from it all.  Unfortunately, she didn’t get a break and instead got stuck with having to produce for Choi Su-bong. He’s loud, full of himself, and annoying.  The heat outside must be making it even harder for her to put up with him.  Today has been tiring, especially since he arrived.  Thanos, Thanos the Great, however the hell Su-bong introduced himself as.  His hair was styled into soft, purple devil horns that made her want to reach out and touch his hair, his clothing was obnoxiously colored especially under the lighting in the studio.  He seemed more interested in scrolling his phone and taking hits of his vape than he did working, not surprising given how others talked about him, but still annoying.  She sits back in her chair and sighs deeply, rubbing her temples before looking at him again.  The smoke of his blue razz vape swirls around his head and surrounds him like a bathe of light before dissipating higher above him.

He laughs at something on his phone- something stupid, she’s sure of it.  She rolls her eyes without even meaning to, something that catches his attention immediately.  Time to turn on the charm, he assures himself- he can’t stand to see some woman actually upset with him.  Besides, he has been dicking around for the better part of an hour.  “You seem stressed, señorita,” he begins, enunciating every syllable of señorita in a way that only serves to make her more exasperated.  “Something on that pretty mind of yours?”  That’s the way, compliment her.  It’s not that he doesn’t think she’s pretty, she’s fucking bangin’- he just knows she’d probably not take it well if he hit her with something like hey lil mama, come over here right quick, I’ll take away all your stress.“Can we just get to work?”  She asks, trying to not sound as annoyed as she is.  She tries to ignore the way he slightly pouts at her dismissal of his ‘charm’, but his pout is rather quickly replaced with another grin.  That shit eating grin that she wants to slap off his stupid, handsome face.  She can’t stand the bastard.

“Work?   We got all the time in the world to work, baby girl, but I won’t be able to do my best if my producer ain’t feeling me.” He says, taking a last hit of his vape before sitting it aside and standing up.  He groans as he stretches- fuck, how long was in that damn position.  His green shirt raises up his abdomen before settling back into place, but not before she catches a glimpse of the top of his boxers above the waistband of his pants.  A break.  She just needs a break.  She grunts and shakes her head, seeming to dismiss him again but it was just to dismiss her own sudden influx of thoughts just from the tiniest amount of skin and boxers she saw.  Goddamnit, what is she, some fangirl groupie?  He seems to pick up on her inner thoughts, his grin turning downright diabolical as he stands over her.  He doesn’t reach out to cup her chin, no matter how badly he wants to, he’s gotta work slower on her.

“I don’t need to feel you, Thanos.” She deadpans, it’s a stupid response- she knows that things go better when they’re both on the same page, but fuck it, she’s getting progressively more annoyed the more he talks and looks at her like… like that!  She wants to tell him to stop staring down at her, stop looking at her with those damn eyes, and stop grinning. “Sure you do, baby girl.  You really need t’feel me.” He lowers his voice, smoothing out his tone in a way that makes her face burn.  It’s far from the first time someone she was producing for hit on her, but it’s one of the few times she’s actually been affected by it.  She blows air out, rolling her eyes again and looking away from him while crossing her arms over her chest.  The action draws his gaze down for a moment, before his dark eyes meet face again.  “C’mon, you ain’t gonna sit there all pretty and tell me that if you keep blowing me off that it’ll just make our time together sour, yeah?  I don’t take you for a liar, so tell me the truth, sweet thing.”  He wants to, needs to, tilt her face to get those pretty eyes on his but before he can even lift his hand she looks at him again.  Good, good, Thanos.  You’re breaking down those walls like a damn MVP.

“Fine.  If we get along, things will go easier for us both.  It’s just you- you- ugh…”

Cute.  Real cute, actually.  It’s not every day that someone hides their feelings for him behind the guise of being upset with him- sure, some people pretend to not know him, but they never really seem borderline disgusted with him.  He cocks his head to the side, allowing her to take her sweet time to get those words out.

“It’s just you’re so you.”

Ough, that kinda stings, huh… He doesn’t take it to heart though, letting the words run off of him like water.  It’s all good, ain’t nothin’.  He didn’t miss the way his earlier comment got her feeling all kinds of things. “Loud, annoying, and just- fuck!”  She leans back in her chair and rubs her eyes.  She doesn’t even know how to put into words how he’s making her feel, much less how she truly views him.  Closing her eyes just results in her brain flashing images of his abdomen.  What is this bullshit…  Though, in her own defense, it’s been a while since she’s had the pleasure of anything other than her fingers or a vibrator.  Hell, even counting self pleasure, it’s been a while.  She lets out a sigh, removing her hands from her eyes and letting them fall limply to her sides.

“And handsome, right?  So damn good lookin’, if I do say so myself.” He says, standing with his hands on his hips as he gazes down at her.  He’s gotta tread carefully, he knows when a sweet lil thing is feeling conflicted and it’s not like she makes any effort to hide it.  Fuck, he wants to make her feel better about whatever the fuck is going on in her head.  Such a cute thing doesn’t deserve to look so damn stressed.

“Yeah, whatever.”  She says, pulling her phone back up to check the time.

Oh?  An admittance to his dashingly good looks?  He puffs out his chest and runs a finger up one of the hair horns, it’s a habit of his.  He definitely can work with this now.  He places one hand on one of the arm rests while cupping her cheek with the other hand.  “That so? You think I’m handsome?”  His thumb rubs against her increasingly warming cheek, “well I think you’re damn beautiful, cariño.”  His voice, despite the proud smile on his lips, is steady and soft.  It’s a tone he’s used with others, but it feels so personalized in the moment.

Her heart pounds in her ears- she partially wants to scoff at his use of a Spanish endearment, but she partially just wants to bask in his touch.  The light behind his head looks like a damn halo or something.  A break.  She’s heard of Thanos being rather free with the way he shows his… appreciation for his team.  She swallows hard, her mind now flashing with all the rumors she’s heard whispers of, all the things she’s seen people giggle about.  Fuck, fuck, fuck, her cheeks warm up more and more.

“I mean it- prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.” He continues, enjoying the way her skin flushes beneath his touch.  It’s not a real lie, she’s the prettiest woman he’s seen that he can recall.  The way her eyes search his and her hands clench up into fists at her sides.  Shit, he could get real used to the way she acts around him.  So damn sweet… “Yeah right.”

“Don’t doubt me, señorita.  I’m being honest as hell.”

A beat of silence before she shows the first real emotion besides annoyance with him.  A nice, albeit small, smile.  It makes his own smile soften from some proud, self satisfied smirk to a genuine grin.

“There we go, a smile like that looks like nice on you.”

“Shut up.”  She says without any venom in her voice.  She sits up straight as his hand falls from her face.  He kneels down in front of her, holding both her hands after she puts her phone down on the table.  

“Wanna tell me what's on your mind now, hm?”

“Thinkin’ about things I’ve heard.”

“About me, yeah?”

“Yeah.” That makes him nod, his hands gripping hers just a bit tighter.  He’s not upset, how could he be when he wears the way he fucks around like a badge of honor to a degree?   It’s more so… excitement.  He knows where this is going and it makes him lick his lips.  His cock twitches in the confines of his pants.  “What do you think about it?”  He knows he sounds cocky, but he doesn’t care.  He has a right to be cocky. “I think I want to be appreciated.”  Appreciated for…  what?  She doesn’t know, she doesn’t care, she just wants a break.  She deserves a damn break after all she’s been through. “Oh, señorita, I can do more than just appreciated a pretty thing like you keepin’ me company.”  He purrs, rubbing her knuckles.  “I wanna see your pussy, baby girl.  You down?”  There’s a heavy pause before she nods, biting her bottom lip and releasing his hands to tug her shorts off as she lifts her hips, they get discarded beside the chair.  He whistles at the sight of her panties hugging her so perfectly, it takes all of his self control to not rip them from her.  But he wants to take his sweet time with her, wants to draw out pretty lil moans from her lips and feel her fingers tangle up in his hair as she makes a mess all over his face before he puts his thick cock in her perfect cunt. “Spread those legs for me, baby girl.  Let me get you all relaxed and shit, the way a pretty thing like you should always be.”  He says soothingly, leaning in to breathe in her scent.  It’s heavenly, damn divine.  It makes his fucking mouth water as he licks her through her panties.  He loves the way she lets out an audible gasp, the way she slides a hand over her mouth like she’s gonna moan just from a lil kiss against her cunt through the dampening fabric. He slides his long fingers through the fabric crotch to tug them aside and lick a long stripe up her slit.  He groans, his eyes closing.  Fuck, what a perfect girl as her fingers on her free hand curls up into his soft hair.  His lips seal around her clit as he licks the sensitive bud while slowly pulling his fingers from the fabric to instead busy themselves with slipping into her sweet, clutching heat.  He groans as he slurps at her nub, loving the way her pretty pussy instantly sucks him in deeper as he begins to pump his fingers in and out.

“Fuck…” She breathes out, tugging his face closer to her heat.  She can’t get enough of his tongue on her clit or her fingers curling to massage her g-spot with expert ease.  It feels better than her own fingers.  Her ears barely pick up on the way his fabric audibly shifts and a new noise joins the sound of his fingers steadily pumping into her sweet heat and his lips around her clit- his free hand is pumping his dripping cock.  His thumb smears the pre-cum that’s beading from his tip along his head, which he focuses his attention on.  Goddamn she’s delicious as hell- he could spend forever tasting her sweet slick.

“Feel good, baby girl?”  He asks, pulling away from her clit.  Her eyes dart all over his face, he looks so damn perfect with a thin string of saliva connecting him to her most intimate parts. She nods before finding her voice, though it’s strained as he continues to work her spongy spot, “yes, fuck, you’re so good.”

He hums, licking his lips to break the string before leaning back in to lick and seal his lips around her clit once again.  It doesn’t take long for her to back to arch and her fingers to curl up almost painfully into his purple hair. “Coming- I’m coming, Thanos!”  She whines, her sweet nectar coating his chin, tongue, and fingers while he continues to work her cunt through her orgasm.  Barely coherent words leave her as he pushes her to the very edge of overstimulation.  He pulls away with a lopsided, damp grin as he grips his cock just a little bit tighter as he gives it full pumps from base to tip. “Such a good girl for me, cariño.” He says as he pulls his fingers and starts to lick her nectar from the digits.  “Now it’s my turn, yeah?  Gonna let me sink into this perfect pussy?” A needy noise falling from her lips is all she needs to hear for him to nod towards the couch he was lounging on earlier.  She wastes little time standing on trembling legs and walking over to the couch.  It’s comfortable, one she’s napped on before, so she has no qualms about getting fucked on it- the idea of staining with their mixed essence is the furthest thing from her mind, but that’s a problem for her future self.  When she lies back on the plush couch, he grins like a cat as he joins her. He takes his time to fully take in her state, the way her chest heaves with one leg over the low back of the couch and her other dangling from the side and she raises her hands upwards until he ducks his head down to kiss her as his hands work his pants and boxers down to his knees.  Her arms encircle his neck, pulling him closer and closer as he settles between her opened thighs.  He grunts against her lips at the contact of her wet cunt against his aching cock, resisting the urge to immediately slam into her.  He wants to- wants to feel that paradise squeeze the hell out of him, but he wants to cherish the sweet flutter of her walls.  One hand cups her cheek while the other rubs his cockhead through her slick before pressing into her.

“Fuck, cariño…” He breathes, pulling back just enough to watch her eyes as he sinks in slowly. He wants to see every microexpression as his cock presses in, in, in until their hips meet.  It’s hard for his own eyes to not roll back in his head, he’s been in any tight cunts and asses but in his head, this is surely in the top ten at the very least.  “Feels like you’re squeezing the hell outta me, baby girl.  So fuckin’ good…”

She doesn’t answer, just pulls his face back down until his forehead rests on her’s.  Her lips are parted in the best moans that he’s ever fucking heard, better than any beat he’s done for sure.  When she finally manages out a whimpery Thanos, please, her growls and buries his face in her neck.  He’s not gonna last long, fuck- the way he can feel her wetness seeping around his cock and dripping down his damn balls is driving his crazy.  His hips start moving faster, harder, more desperate. “Yeah, girl? Please what?”

“Don’t pull out.”

How is he supposed to last when she says that?  He bites into the shoulder of her shirt to keep himself from being so loud, damn he wishes they were spread out on his bed so he could be as loud as he wants to be.  “You sure?”

“Mhm, please, I-I need it.  Need your cum.”

Oh, oh shit, he wants to give it to her.  Needs to give it to her.  He can feel his orgasm building rapidly at the idea of seeing his thick seed leak from her.  He’ll toss her a few dollars for plan B, he doesn’t want to pull out of her slick heat that’s for damn sure.  “You’ll get it, baby girl, fuck- you’re gonna get it.” The air around them is awash with the sounds of them fucking and he can’t get enough of it.  Maybe she’ll come over some time and let him record them fucking; the video would be better than any damn porn he’s seen.  He needs to get her off again, needs to feel her milk him goddamn dry.  He rubs her clit with the pad of his thumb, pulling away from her neck to stare down at her.  “Come again for me, señorita.  Need to feel you let go one more time.  Do it, baby girl, I know you got it in your.” She doesn’t need more encouragement, not when his eyes are locked on hers while his cock pulses in her tight cunt and his thumb moves in perfect sync.  Her fingers curl up tight in his hair as her legs close around him, a gasp leaving her before she cries out his name so sweetly.  There is it, there’s that perfect feeling he needed. He follows quickly after, closing his eyes as his brows knit together in bliss.  He tries in vain to pump his hips but they’re frozen in her heat as he pumps his seed deep into her just like she wanted- just like she needed.

He presses kisses up and down her neck, rubbing her side gently as they both come down from their highs.  He pulls out, sitting back on his knees to hold her folds apart to watch the way his load dribbles out of her and onto the couch.  Good one, Thanos.  He would snap a picture, but consent and all that shit.  He may have a one track mind sometimes but he’s gonna respect her boundaries.  He does reach over to grab his phone, though just to get her number when she’s able to talk.  This isn’t gonna be just a singular instance, nah, he’s sure of it.