#he says it as he holds his partner close before-*is pulled off stage*

[ssturniolo]

Hi! First I would like to start by saying that I LOVE your writing and my request is one for Matt where basically they are all on tour and the reader gets like dizzy and passes out on stage and the they all like carry the reader off of the stage and then on like the socials people are like praising Matt for how calm he was being and like a fluffy ending pls and if you don't have time or just don't wanna do this that's fine also love your work again!

Dizzy

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Matt x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - request <3

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - nothing

You smile as the bright stage lights shine down, the crowd still going wild for the triplets. This being the last show, Matt asked you to be his partner which you happily accepted.

You’ve never been on tour before but it’s exceeded your expectations, although very stressful.

Matt tosses the basketball to you, snapping you out of your little trance. Standing up from your chair, you wobble a bit, your vision going fuzzy.

“You alright there love?”

“Mhm” you blink a few times before walking up to shoot. After missing the shot miserably once again, you return to your previous seat, feeling like absolute shit.

Suddenly, the lights felts extremely bright, the voices seemed painfully loud, and you didn’t think you had enough energy to shoot again.

You push yourself off of the chair with shaky hands, ready to make your way over to Matt. It’s not like this is the first time this has happened, you’ve felt like this on and off all day today and yesterday.

“I’m gonna go get water quick” you whisper to Matt after he finishes shooting.

“Do you want some of mine?” He offers, pointing at his nearly full water bottle sitting on the ground.

You just shake your head, making your way across the stage. Your vision has gone fuzzy again and your legs feel like jello as you grab for something, anything to hold you up. So close to making it off the stage; out of the sight of so many people but you couldn’t. And everything goes black.

A gasp echos around the room as the crowd watches you collapse, each of them angling their phones in your direction.

Matt is quick to sprint over to you, swiftly scooping you into his arms before carrying you bridal style off of the stage.

He lays you down on the couch in the triplets “break” room, his face twisted with concern. Luckily, it didn’t take long for your eyes to flutter open, immediately mortified of what just happened.

“I’m so so sorry Matt I tried to make it off stage, I really did” you apologize, covering your reddened face with your hands.

Matt takes a hold of your wrists, pulling them down.

“You don’t need to apologize honey, are you ok?”

Sighing, you squeeze your eyes shut, attempting to pull yourself together. “I think I just need to eat something” you eventually say.

“But I really really don’t want to go back out there” you add, afraid to disappoint him but too weak and embarrassed to go back onto stage.

“That’s ok my love, I’ll pull a fan from the crowd to be my partner” Matt smiles gently, placing sweet kisses on your knuckles.

“Matt” you say as he gets up to go back on stage.

“Hm?”

“I’m lowkey kinda excited for the edits. You’re my hero”

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Kinda different than what you asked but I hope you like it ! :)

XOXO - Zoe

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[roolette]

Smoke NSFW alphabet

You guys don't understand how much I need this man.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He holds you in his arms and does not let go (unless you want to, but seriously, who would want to?). He's probably taller than you, and let's be real, he's a big teddy bear. He'll worry if he was too much, and you run your hands through his hair, comforting him. It's safe with him.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

He likes his arms. They're strong, and can easily lift you up. As for you, he likes your eyes. Yes, he knows that's cheesy, but let him be a romantic. He can get lost in your eyes, just staring as he realizes that this is real, and you're his.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

He wants to cum in you, if you'll let him. He likes the way it drips out of you after you're done, and it just feels good to cum in you. If you don't want to, no worries, his pull-out game is strong. He'll cum on your chest and guide your finger through it, leading your finger to your mouth.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants you to take control. As much as he likes being in charge, he'll easily turn into putty in your hands if you let him. Hold him by the jaw and make him look into your eyes, praise him while he eats you out, and tell him exactly where to put it. Trust me, he'll love it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's fairly experienced, but not with something as loving as you two. Navigating this relationship is a new, exciting thing for him, and he wants to give you the best he can.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Missionary, and no it's NOT boring. He likes being able to look at you while he's inside you, and he likes the closeness the position lets him have. He'll run his hands up and down your body, kissing you and holding you, whispering praise into your ear.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He'll accidentally be goofy while trying to be serious, which turns into a lot of laughter and love.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Happy trail happy trail happy trail happy (I am forcibly dragged off stage)

Anyway, he has a happy trail and I'm barking at the walls rn, so let's move on.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Oh, my God. He is so loving and romantic. Constantly praising you, kissing you everywhere. Also, he usually gets you off first before he focuses on himself. He wants to see you come apart in his arms, it's the best for him.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He doesn't jack off much. He's a grown man, and besides, he has you. Save the semen and all. Still, sometimes you're busy, and his mind and hand can't help but wander. He whines, by the way.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise. He'll praise you all the time, but PLEASE, praise him in return. Tell him how good he's being for you, and he'll melt for you. Call him a good boy. Tell him he's yours.

Biting. Mark THE FUCK out of his neck, thighs, chest, wherever. He'll wear the marks with pride, no matter how many sideways glances he gets.

Breeding. Look, he may not be ready to be a father, but he's going to fill you up with his cum and tell you how he's going to knock you up, make you his.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

In your bed. He wants sex to be something special between the two of you, and he feels the most comfortable there. Sometimes he can be persuaded to fuck you against the wall during training, which is fast and rough. What can he say, seeing you fight is hot.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Sit. In. His. Lap. Do it, just do it, trust me. Give it two seconds, and he'll be hard. Running your hand through his hair will also do it.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He does not like to be called "daddy". It feels weird to him, especially if he happens to be older than you. Besides, he prefers more... submissive pet names.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man is a MUNCH. He especially likes it when you sit on his face, and he will hold your thighs down to make sure you don't squirm or move off of him. All or nothing. He'll tongue fuck you and kiss your clit, swallowing every drop. As far as receiving, he's hesitant. He wants to fuck your face, but he worries he'll hurt you, so it takes some persuasion. Once you get into it, though, he's gripping your hair, moaning above you and telling you how good you feel.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow most of the time, he likes to take his time making you feel good. Except after training or fighting. Get him while he's sweaty and excited, and you'll have him bending you over and fucking you on the nearest surface.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not the biggest fan, as he prefers to take it slow. Still, sometimes he needs you, and he'll take you quick and hard.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He worries about hurting you, but there are a lot of things he wants to try. Just talk to him first. Explicit consent is sexy!

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He can LAST. He loves overstimulating you, and will go until you're gasping and gripping the sheets. If you have the time, you can go for a couple rounds.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He'll hold a vibrator to your clit while he tongue fucks you. He sees toys not as a competition, but as an assistant.

Strap on. He takes you so well.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He tries to tease, but he just wants to give you whatever you desire, so being a brat with him will probably lead to some confusion. What do you mean, "make me"? How is he supposed to make you?

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Man is VOCAL. He whines and moans, and he is talkative, babbling to you about how good you feel. Tell him to shut up, though, and he's quiet.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Can lift you up easily, and will pick you up and throw you on the bed. In a non-sexual way, he'll sometimes just pick you up and carry you on his back.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's thicker than he is long, and uncut. The first time you had sex, there were some worries you couldn't take it, but don't worry, you took it well.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He thought it wasn't that high, really. Then he met you. He wants you as much as he can have you. This sort of hunger is new to him, but you're happy to satiate it for him.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He wants to stay up talking to you, and he tries, but it doesn't take long for him to doze off with you in his arms. You press your ear against his chest, feeling his heartbeat as he falls asleep.

#mk imagine #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smut #mortal kombat imagine #tomas x reader #tomas vrbada #tomas vrbada x reader #smoke x reader

[icarus-star]

nsfw alphabet // r!euronymous

note: this is strictly about rory culkins portrayal and has nothing to do with the real oystein aarseth.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he doesn't do too much for aftercare unless he went really rough with you. he usually likes to light up a cigarette and just lay with you, maybe talk about life, maybe not.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

fem!reader: he loves your hair. no matter how you keep it, whether it be short, long, braided or dyed, he loves it. he'll always catch himself twirling strips of it around when he's alone with you. he's also a fan of pulling it when he's fucking you hard from behind, whispering how good you're doing for him. masc!reader: he loves your waist. he loves to hold you by it when he's kissing your neck or when he sees you in the morning. gn!reader: he's absolutely an ass man. he loovves yours. he takes any chance he gets to smack it, sometimes in a more playful way rather than anything else.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he would be down to give you a facial anytime of the week. he's obsessed with the way your pretty face looks covered with his cum, it would make him want to fuck your mouth all over again. i don't think he's a fan of wearing protection, so he would probably pull out and cum wherever is the most convenient (or maybe he would get real lazy and fill you up).

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

i'm not sure that he has any. he doesn't keep secrets, at least not from you, he's pretty open with what he wants to do to you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he definitely has a bit more experience. he doesn't have a bunch of sex with people, but he's no virgin, he knows how to make you feel good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he loves doggy style. he gets a nice view of your body and he gets to pull your hair or choke you whenever he wants?? heaven!! he's also a fan of cowgirl, especially when he doesn't want to do a lot of work. although sometimes he'll thrust up at a random time just to see you get all surprised.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

not all the time, but it's possible. his hair might get caught on something or you'll get covered in face paint, it gets a little giggle out of him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he's not a fan of shaving, he doesn't really care about how it looks. he definitely has a nice bush and a happy trail, both lighter than the hair on his head.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he definitely can be!! it's not all the time, but every now and then he can be passionate and gentle during sex. although most of the time he fucks you super rough and calls it a day.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

before he met you, he did it a couple times a week. maybe every night, it really just depends.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he had a pretty solid list, honestly. choking (giving), biting (giving & receiving), hair pulling (mainly giving, sometimes receiving), light bondage (giving, it's usually just your hands tied up).

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

ooo well he's super into semi-public stuff, so there are a lot of places!! behind stage before shows, in his office(?) thingy at the record shop, in the actual record shop after it closes, as well as your bedroom, kitchen, living room and bathroom. so basically anywhere.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he likes seeing you in his clothes, especially if it were his bands shirt. that would drive him crazy. he likes when you wear scandalous clothing, especially fishnets or crop tops. casual intimacy can be a turn on for him too. if your hand were to linger on his arm for just an extra second, or maybe a seemingly innocent kiss on the jaw.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he's into a lot of shit, but thats exactly where he draws the line, at shit. he thinks it's gross and he doesn't understand how anyone could be into it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he LOVES being given blowjobs. everything about them. the way your tongue feels swirling around the tip, the way you gag around him, how pretty your glossy eyes look when you glance up at him. now, i can't say the same about giving head. he doesn't care about it, he would much rather finger your cunt or stroke your dick.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

most of the time, he's rough and hard and fast, he ruts into you almost like a wild animal just trying to get a release. he loves going rough and hearing you scream and whine for him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he loves them! as mention earlier, he likes to fuck you anywhere he can. sometimes, that means you can't take too long. as long as you both get to cum, it's all good.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

absolutely. he'll cum inside, fuck you with other people around, maybe get into something a little bit more dangerous like wax play.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can last pretty long, maybe three rounds. everytime you cum he wants to cum, he can't help that you look so good. you're gonna end up sooo overstimulated by the end of the night that you can barely move.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

sure. he likes to use toys on you pretty often. maybe he'll have you spend your whole night out with friends with a butt plug in, or maybe he'll use a vibrant on you while he's pounding in and out of your hole.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he's absolutely a tease. he loves to edge you and make you beg, but sometimes it's not on purpose, i mean, did you see him in that slutty little crop top??

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he's a big grunter. especially the sound he makes when he first pushes his cock into you, he sounds so good. his voice gets kind of deeper too, and kind of like, not raspy but something like it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

loves to have sex with corpse paint on! he really likes it when you're both wearing it and it gets everywhere. the bed sheets are partially stained dark gray from how he pushes your face down into them.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

definitely above average, not by a ton, but he definitely is. 7.9 inches, thicker and his tip is a darker pinky-red!

pretty high, but no so much so that you're having sex every single day. 8.7/10.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he falls asleep afterwards pretty quickly, but only if it's nighttime and you did it in bed.

#i'm so nervy to post this!! i've never written for eurory >< #lords of chaos #loc #r!euronymous #eurory #rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin smut #i ❤ rory culkin #nsft alphabet

[ereardon]

Before I Knew [Jake Seresin x Reader] Chapter Six

A Jake Seresin unexpected pregnancy fic

Overview: On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and you’re desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bob’s wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child? 

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader; Bob Floyd x Sister!Reader 

Warnings: Pregnancy, cursing, eventual smut, angst

Chapter summary: Ducky goes to her first doctor's appointment; Bob and Jake fight it out; Jake makes a staggering proposal

WC: 2K

Masterlist here; previous chapter here

You caught the bus a few blocks from the library and rode it across town to the doctor’s office. Waited in the front area with all the other women in various stages of pregnancy. Your heart sank as you watched woman after woman file in with a partner at her side or a friend. 

You felt utterly alone as they called your name and you stood up alone. 

The sonographer pushed off of her stool and smiled. “The doctor will be in soon.” 

You nodded, laying back against the paper-coated exam table. When the doctor entered, she smiled softly. “Hi there, I’m Dr. Whitman.” She took a seat on the stool. “Let’s take a look here.” She pulled up the sonogram charts. “Everything looks good. You’re measuring at eight weeks and three days. How do you feel?” 

“Nauseous,” you replied. “Tired.” 

She smiled. “That’s par for the course, unfortunately. The second trimester gets better for most patients.” 

“Thank God.” 

The doctor clicked off the screen and folded her hands in her lap. “Y/N,” she said softly. “A core part of a pregnancy is a support system. Are you married?” 

You shook your head. “No.” 

“Do you have a boyfriend or family to lean on?” 

“It’s complicated,” you whispered.��

“I understand.” There was something so soothing about her. “But I also know that what many people don’t realize is that a core part of a healthy pregnancy is having people to lean on. Stress is not good for the baby.” 

“I barely know the father,” you replied. “And I’ve been staying with my brother. But he’s not happy about all of this.” 

The doctor nodded. “No pregnancy is easy to plan for,” she replied. “But keeping your stress levels low is critical, especially during this first trimester. Do you have any friends who can help support you?” 

You thought of Phoenix. So far she was the only one who seemed to want to help. You nodded. “Yeah, I think so.” 

“Good.” The doctor scribbled on a pad. “I’m going to write you a prescription for an anti-nausea medication. Take it once a day for at least a week to see if it helps.” She ripped it off and then handed you the sonogram. “And here’s a photo of your baby.” 

You held the black and white photo in both hands, choking on air. For perhaps the first time, it dawned on you. 

You were going to be a mother. 

***

“Fucking shit, Floyd, what the hell was that?” Jake whipped off his helmet the moment they stepped foot on the tarmac. 

Bob grunted and turned to storm away. Phoenix put one hand on his arm and he shrugged her off. She looked at Jake and raised her eyebrows. “Above my pay grade.” 

“He’s your back seater, Natasha,” Jake said and Phoenix’s lips pressed into a fine line. Jake only called her by her first name when things were serious. 

“He has his own mind,” she hissed back. “I can’t help it that you knocked up his sister.” 

Jake’s green eyes went wide with anger. Bradley stepped between them, trying to diffuse the attention. “Alright, hold on. Let’s just take a step back here before we say things we don’t mean.” 

“I meant it when I said you only think about yourself,” Phoenix said. Her words landed on Jake with a solid delivery. It had been three years, but their last fight still stung. 

Jake shook his head, heading toward the locker room where Bob had disappeared. Behind him, Bradley held both of Phoenix’s arms, keeping her back, his whispers blending into the whirring background noise of jets landing on the tarmac. “Floyd!” Jake’s voice rang out in the empty changing room. He was quiet for a moment before a clang caught his attention, the sound of a locker door slamming. He moved further down the halfway, rounding the corner where Bob stood wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans, a frown laced over his delicate face. “Floyd, listen–”

“I pretty much raised her,” Bob interrupted. Jake frowned, but stayed silent as Bob laced his shoes, refusing to make eye contact. “Our dad left. Our mom worked all the time to put food on the table. So that left taking care of Y/N to me. And I did it, because I loved her. I did it because I wanted what was best for her.” He looked up, blue eyes hollow against sullen skin. “And now you’ve shown up and ruined everything.” 

“I didn’t know she was your sister,” Jake said. “And we didn’t mean for her to get pregnant. It just happened.” 

“But it happened to her!” Bob shouted and Jake took a step back. There was something unhinged about angry Bob. So different from the wallflower that he had always been. You were the one thing that he cared enough about to pick fights over. “You happened to her. You ruined her fucking life, Hangman.” 

“But that’s just it, isn’t it?” Jake said. “It’s her life, Floyd. Not yours. It’s hers. You’re acting like I did this to you as a personal attack.” 

“She was just starting to get her footing,” Bob said quietly. “And you took that away from her. You took away her future. Everything she worked so hard for. Everything we both worked so hard for. To get out of Chattanooga. To not end up like the rest of them.” 

Jake sighed. “So that’s what this is about, isn’t it,” he said. “It’s not about me. And it’s not even really about Y/N. It’s about you.” 

Bob squinted. “What?” 

“You’re mad because you think this foils all of your plans, all of your work, everything you did to get the two of you out of that small town life.” 

“She deserves better.” 

“I agree.” Jake shook his head. “Listen, man, I’m not going anywhere. This might not have been what I expected. Hell, it might not even be what I want. But it’s where we are. I’m not going to leave her alone in all of this.” 

“She isn’t alone,” Bob said. “She has me.” 

“Does she?” 

***

A little girl set a pile of library books on the counter in front of you. She was barely tall enough to reach, her thin arms struggling beneath the weight of the books. “Hi,” she chirped.

You turned and smiled. She had big ears and a wide, uneven grin. “Hi there,” you said, scanning the first book. “Wow, you scored big.” 

“I like bugs,” she explained and you slowly noticed every single book was about snakes or bugs. You could feel bile creep up your throat as you nodded. 

“That’s nice.” 

“Do you like bugs?” 

“Not really.” 

She frowned. “That’s too bad. Do you like puppies?” 

“Yeah, puppies are better.” You finished scanning her books. “Do you need a bag?” 

She shook her head. “No, my mommy is over there.” She pointed at a pregnant woman standing next to the door looking at her phone. The little girl cocked her head to the side. “You look like her.” 

“Really?” You squinted. The woman by the door was taller, with different hair. “How so?” 

“You’re going to be a mommy,” the little girl said. “All mommys look like that.” And then she grabbed her books and jogged off toward the door. You had to practically pick your jaw up from the ground, hands dropping to your barely visible bump. How had she known? Then again, kids were like animals. Sometimes they knew things. You watched the little girl hand the books to her mom, who slid them into a tote bag before grabbing her hand tightly. 

Something stirred inside of you. It was too soon to be the baby, realistically you knew that. But somewhere, deep down, you knew it was the baby making their presence known. 

“Hi there,” you whispered, one hand over your belly button. 

***

It was late. You were asleep on the couch when the door opened. You opened your eyes wide, watching as Jake and Bradley dragged a barely coherent Bob through the door. You stood up, wiping at your eyes. “What the hell?” 

“He’s wasted,” Bradley said. “We tried but we couldn’t stop him.” 

You put your hands on your hips, turning to Jake. “Did you do this?” 

“I’m so tired of everyone blaming me,” he replied. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. 

Bradley cocked his head. “Here, let me take him.” Easily, he slung Bob over one of his shoulders, carrying him straight into the bedroom. You dragged your hand over your face, turning to Jake. 

“What’s going on with him?” 

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” Jake replied, looking at his feet. “He and I, we uh, we had a fight.” 

“About what?” 

He lifted his gaze to yours. “You know what.” 

“Oh. That.” 

Jake nodded as Bradley stepped back into the living room. He looked at you, and then Jake. “I'm going to head out.” 

“Thanks for bringing him back.” 

“Any time.” Bradley paused by the door. “Hey Y/N?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Be patient with him. He’s still processing.” The door shut softly. 

“He heard me say that I hate him,” you whispered, moving back onto the couch, curling into a ball. Jake followed, sitting on the other end of the couch, a safe distance away. “Maybe he hates me, too.” 

“He doesn’t hate you,” Jake replied. “He wouldn’t act like this if he didn’t love you.” 

“Then why is he hurting me?” you whispered, a tear slipping down your cheek. 

“Because he’s hurt, too,” Jake said. “And it’s easier to be mad.” 

You tipped your head to one side. “That night we met. You had no idea I was Bob’s sister?” 

“Fuck no,” Jake replied and you smirked. He shook his head. “You’re gorgeous, but I never would have looked at you, let alone did what we did if I had known.” 

“So it wasn’t some ploy to get back at him for whatever the hell you two have beef about?” 

“This has become a lot bigger than I ever imagined.” 

You sighed. “I’m sorry I wasn’t a cool girl you met in a bar and had sex with and never saw again. I’m sorry I’m ruining your whole life.” 

“Maybe it’s not so bad,” Jake whispered and you looked up, surprised. “Maybe I needed something to change.” 

“So you’re not upset?” 

“I’m upset,” Jake clarified. “This isn’t at all what I expected. But it’s done, right?” he asked. “We just have to deal with the consequences.” 

“How romantic.” 

“Fuck.” He leaned back. “Shit, I, I didn’t mean it like that.” 

You shook your head. “It’s OK, it was a joke.” 

“But is that what you want?” he said quietly. “Something romantic?” 

“No. I don’t know.” You pulled your hair back into a loose bun, fighting for words. “I don’t know what I want. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I don’t know anything.” 

“Are you happy here?” 

You frowned. “What do you mean here?” 

“Staying with Bob.” 

“He’s my brother.” 

“I know, Y/N.” Jake rolled his eyes. “That’s why we’re in this lovely predicament. I’m asking if you feel safe here.” 

“Bob would never hurt me.” 

“I think he already has.” Jake’s words stung and you realized for the first time that hurt was much more than just physical. “I was thinking. There’s an apartment across the hall from mine. It’s two bedrooms.” 

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” You practically scoffed. 

Jake shrugged. “Why not? At least for now. Until he cools down.” 

“That’ll only make him angrier.” 

“I don’t give a shit about what makes Floyd happy,” Jake said. “I care about what’s best for you.” 

“Do you actually?” you pressed. “Or is that just what you think you’re supposed to say and feel and do? Take away all of the outside voices and opinions. What do you, Jake Seresin, want?” 

He was quiet for a moment. Then, in the smallest voice you had ever heard, he replied, “To be a good dad. To do the right thing.” 

You nodded. “OK. I’ll move in with you.” You looked up into his clear green eyes. For the first time in weeks, you felt hopeful.

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[hyewka]

OKAY. OKAY HEAR ME OUT. Hybrid (member of ur choice) trying to be top but then u accidentally brushed against their ears/tail.. they freeze and suddenly whimpering from it because you just touched their sensitive parts ???!! and boom they just submit to you LOLOL and probably hybrid reader whose tail cant stop wagging at their cute little hybrid being submissive ~

- ur loyal follower

warnings: bunny hybrid!soobin, fox hybrid!reader, sub!soobin on top, softdom!reader, overstim, pet names, titty sucking, size kink (?), breeding kink, insecure soob + praise kink, established relationship, dry humping, possessive soobin? lol this is kinda angsty i have no idea why... also very much not proofread my apologies 😵

a/n: i'm overthinking this hybrid stuff ..what is the lore?? do hybrids have places to live??? or are they just in the wild???? lol it took too long to figure the setting out

soobin who just wants to fuck you right--days of preparing by fisting his cock, back against a nearby tree where no one could see him, biting down on his plush lips, as he thinks of getting on top of you and hearing you moan. he wants to take care of you, make you think hes better than all your previous partners.

people have been whispering about the oddness of your relationship. hybrids rarely mated with hybrids outside of their species let alone the general animal family.

and the fact that soobin was one of the lowest classes of the kingdom--a bunny, a prey-- heated up a lot of off-handed comments hurled towards him.

the most insulting being that he can't possibly make you finish. that he's a baby who can't please his girl--the bunny who probably cums in his pants from slight teasing.

the thing is, both of you haven't reached that stage anyway. so the rumors were groundless--that's the excuse that served to calm soobin for a few weeks.

though, that didn't seem to be satisfying anymore as he tossed and turned, wondering if you felt the same as everyone else--that he can never satisfy you. so, that led him to decide he had to take matters in his own hands.

you were both comfortable on your couch, watching a movie, all lights turned off. you whine a little when he pulls away from your hold, the warmth gone. "where are you going?" you pout, your eyes following him as he gets off the couch.

he gives you a smile, his dimples still so visible to you even in the dimness of the room. "i'm coming back, just a second."

after a few minutes, you admittedly forget about soobin, his elongated absence not fazing as you find yourself a little too immersed in the movie playing.

finally, your focus lifts from the screen, noticing soobin standing by the couch, staring at you. you tap next to you signalling him to come over, then tune in to the movie again.

but he doesn't budge, still standing, so you look over at him again, a confused smile on your face as your brows crease.

"what's up bunny?"

the pet name seems to snap soobin out of his daze, the feeling of insecurity washing over him again as he bites the insides of his cheek. "don't...i don't want you calling me that."

your brows raise, a little confused at his request and the change of atmosphere. before you could say anything, soobin is on the couch, his knees sinking into the leather, and big hands cupping your cheeks.

for a second, you stare into his eyes, your lips parted ever so slightly. but your thoughts don't come to finish until his lips crash onto yours, first soft then quickly turning filthy, spit hungrily exchanged, as he guides you to a change of position--your head on the armtrest, laid on the couch as his body hovered over yours--pulling away to quickly latch his wet lips onto the flesh of your neck.

you don't know where this was coming from until he continues to talk. "i'm not your little bunny," he grunts against your neck that he so desperately is sucking on, breathy moans escaping your lips, eyes closed, as your hands tangled themselves on his pretty hair. "i can be big and strong like yeonjun."

you furrow your brows, disrupting the pleasure you're feeling as your eyes hesitantly open. why did he suddenly mention your ex? you're not an idiot, you know soobin's been effected by the response to your relationship; you've been trying to reassure him by taking things slow, making him know that he was wanted, that you liked him.

you pull his head away gently, trying to put an end to his marking, but his lips chase your neck needily, so desperate to make you feel good. "no, bunny--soobin, stop." you correct yourself. he obeys, though his fringe covered his eyes a little, you can still see the way they were like big orbs, puppy-like -- being paired with the way his bottom lip pushed upward, a pout formed on his lips, it made your heart swell a little.

but you have to talk to him. "soobin, what's wrong? tell me." you caress his cheek a little hoping he'd give in...and for a second, he leans into it before he shakes his head like hes fighting against himself. "jus' wanna make you feel good..."

he cuts you off--your once opened mouth meaning to say something is closed once he buries his head in the crook of your neck again, his hot breath fanning against it, clothed growing bulge grinding between your legs, increasingly getting needier and needier.

you sigh, letting him have his way--you'd normally never let this happen, but you had a soft spot for bunny soobin, with his cute pink lips, blue hair, fluff ball of a tail, who wouldn't?

"let me make you feel good?" it comes out as a pleading question, even if it's soft and quiet, barely a whisper--you notice it and nod.

fortunately for soobin, your shorts are skimpy, easily pulled down as he tries to get access to your pussy, which were uncomfortably sticking to your wet underwear, result of all the dry humping.

you see a slight smile make way on his lips when he examines the wet spot on your panties.

"come on, unbuckle your pants big boy." you tease with a pout, your hand pulling on the hem of his jeans-- his poor dick being restricted by the tightness.

he looks up at you, out of his daze, a big smile as he quickly fumbles to unbutton his jeans, and pulling them down. now it was his boxers, big dick rubbing against your pussy as he leans in to sloppily kiss you, you making sure to moan against his lips to soar his confidence a little more. soobin on the other hand, was suppressing his moans, making them come out as grunts instead. you don't seem to notice.

your hands instintively go over to reach for his fluffy ears, so soft against your touch, so addictive to rub gently up and down--but this causes soobin to pull away slightly from your lips, his breathing heavy.

you breathe out his name hesitantly, "soobin?"

he doesn't respond, instead, a sudden movement of his hip makes you gasp, his head buried in between your chest. "t-touch me again" he manages to blabble between the fabric, drool already staining your shirt.

you're confused, mind a little hazed with the way your pussy was pulsating, so desperate for his bunny cock inside you.

he manages to pull your shirt over your tits, behavior so closely resembled to a rabid dog, so hungry and frantic, not missing a second to grab your breasts and attach his bunny teeth on your nipples, nibbling and pulling.

you moan, the pleasurable pain making you reach his tail like a sort of stress ball, but that makes him whine, his hips snapping into you until he gets more frantic against your clothed pussy, his length pressed against your slit.

"shit soobin--take off your boxers!" that halts his movement, face previously buried in the softness of your breasts--that were now covered in spit--slowly raising to look at you, face red and a pout on his glistening pink lips.

you feel a warmth between your thighs, and you realize he just came. he also knows because after a few beats of silence, his lips quiver, tears forming in his eyes.

you pout, hand on his face prepared to wipe away any pretty tears of his to stain his cheeks, trying to comfort your bunny. but his tears come like a waterfall anyway when he tries to talk between his hiccups, "i-i'm just...i'm just a dumb bunny...i can't make you feel good a-and i cum before having my dick inside you, a-and--"

you catch his lips with yours, putting an end to his incoherent ramble, then pull away momentarily before it got too heated. "baby...listen to me, alright? we can try again."

he looks up at you with those big orbs quietly asking if you'd let him, and you nod, fingers still gently gliding under his eyes.

to not much of your surprise, soobin is down on your breast again, swirling his tongue around your abused nipples, sucking like he was a baby that needed its nutrients. it's a little endearing, looking down at the back of his head as he moans against your tits--he was getting off from sucking.

you know because you feel pressure on the side of your thigh--he got hard. you don't want him to feel embarrassed again, so you do your job of pulling down his boxers, which is a hard task as his body is pressed against you--but you manage to get his fat cock flinging out eventually.

you feel it pressed against your wet slit until suddenly, before you could remind him to go in, his tip finds a way to enter by having pulling your underwear to the side revealing access to your cunt.

his mouth pulls away from your nipples, head back when he feels the warmth of your pussy just on his tip, it was a lot better than having his hand wrapped around his dick is the only thing on his mind.

chasing your warmth, soobin wastes no time to push in his entire cock, so big it almost suffocates you with the way it fills you up, your breath hitched in your throat.

it stays in there with no movement, soobin just staring at you. you think he's about to cry until he says, his voice broken and hoarse "m-mommy, touch my ears..."

you don't question his request, your hands reaching on his floppy ears, rubbing circles.

that seems to get soobin in action, his hips suddenly moving, cock hitting far into you, places you're not sure any hybrid found their way to. you bite down on your lips, using his ears as a stress toy, pressing down on the sensitive body part.

his thrusts become frantic, as his lips part, drool running down. his mind was a haze, so cloudy he can't think straight. "am i making you feel good? am i making you feel good? is bunny a good boy?" he questions, but it comes as an insecure hurd of questions, breath unsteady as he searches for your approval.

you found it adorable, pulling him down by wrapping your arms around his nape, catching him in a sloppy kiss. he melts into it, dick still roughly thrusting with no sort of rhythm, so erratic into you like a bunny in heat.

when he pulls away, unfortunately, tears come down his cheeks again, as he hiccups, contrast to how he was wrecking your poor pussy. you think something upset him again but that isn't the case.

"wanna breed you." it's a soft wish, a naive one -- bunnies can't breed foxes, it's physically impossible, but you nod anyway, giving him some hope.

"breed me bunny."

those words seems to get to soobin, his hips stuttering, feeling his fat cock twitch inside you as strained moans come from the bunny. "'m cumming, 'm cumming!" he cries out. you couldn't help it, you bit your lips at the erotic sight above your head, ears twitching at the way he was fcked dumb, only thinking with his dick.

the warm spurts of his bucket of semen in you elicit an unexpected orgasm, making you both cum in unison. after his orgasm, soobin's body falls on you, boneless and exhausted. even as it suffocates you ever so slightly, his large body encasing yours, you let him lay there, his cheeks in contact with your breasts, playing with his hair, sighing.

he doesn't seem to want to pull out, dick still firmly buried inside your cunt. "bunny...tell me what you're thinking."

"i just made you finish," his tone is cheeky but you're not having it. "soobin, i'll make you pull out if you don't tell me whats been bothering you."

that makes him panic, almost immediately sputtering out his thoughts. "i just thought...i just thought you would think that your other big and strong, powerful exes are better than me and--and maybe they are--"

"bunny no," you signal him to pull his head up to look at you, your hands cupping his cheeks, "you're the one i chose, i'm choosing. you don't have to be big and strong, you are, but you don't have to be. you make me happy soobin."

"really?" it breaks your heart how his voice is so unsteady and uneasy, full of so much doubt you want to kiss away.

you smile instead, "who has his dick buried in me right now?"

you see a hint of pink rush to his cheeks before he cutely goes to bury his face in your breasts again, whining against it. "stop it..."

your hand play with his hair, the tv still playing the movie.

the entire night, soobin does end up laying on top of you, a little on the side to give you more access to breathing, but this was his safe haven, laying on top of your plush breasts, his dick comfortably inside you. sometimes, he'd move his dick, slowly as to not wake you up, but then he loses control, thrusting into you, breathy moans filling the room as he lewdly watches your breasts bounce--then he cums inside you again, filling you to the brim.

he'll breed you, he'll find a way. he'll make you his--only his.

#txt smut #txt x reader #soobin smut #txt hard hours #sub!txt #sub!soobin #soobin hard hours #🌷. rana thoughts

[ilguna]

☼ breathtaking pt2 (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; you thought that you were going to go into the arena without ever meeting your soulmate. little did you know, he's been next to you the whole time.

warnings; swearing, gore, death mention

wc; 2.7k

part one.

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There’s hope that you’ll make it out of this alive, after all. 

While you and Finnick were discovering you were soulmates, the Capitol anthem was playing its last few notes, when they began to shut off the cameras. And further, the lights that lit up the stage, in a final attempt to cut you off from the outside world, and the audience that sat feet away.

They were entirely too late.

It was pitch black on the stage, causing confusion and minor chaos as all twenty-four of you struggled to make it to the elevators. You lost your district partner in the mess, you think he let go of your hand on purpose to try and make it out of the crowd faster. Which you would be mad about, if it weren’t for Finnick holding onto you tightly, guiding both you and Mags to the elevator, where Johanna managed to slip in just before the doors shut. 

Inside, Finnick didn’t waste any time, grabbing your shoulders to tell you that he’d find you inside of the arena. If he didn’t, then you’d need to find him. There was a bigger alliance, and you’d be safer if you joined it. He didn’t have time to tell you who exactly was in it, before the elevator doors opened and he left with Mags.

You’ve been thinking about it since.

Finnick cares that you’re his soulmate, enough to the point where he wants to protect you inside of the arena. It wouldn’t be such a heinous idea, if it weren’t for the fact that you thought that Finnick was already taken, especially with that poem he did during his interview. Unless, it was meant for his soulmate, who he knew was watching at that moment, but unaware that it was him.

As for a bigger alliance, you have no clue what that means. You spent all three training days trying to figure out who was going to ally with who. The only alliance you managed to figure out was the most obvious one: the careers. As for everyone else, they’re some gigantic mystery.

If you had to guess now, you’d say that Johanna, Blight, Finnick and Mags are together. Which is a regular sized alliance, it’s not big by any means. You’re not entirely sure who else would be inclined to join something like that. Johanna and Finnick are intense people to be around, inside of an arena, it’s got to be worse.

At that rate, you’d say Katniss and Peeta, but they were entirely uninterested in Finnick and Johanna the whole week. You can’t see them all deciding to survive together in the arena. Unless, that’s what they want you to think, because they’re all similar in some way.

Still, that’s not necessarily a bigger alliance. That still falls under the career category, which means there are more people. You couldn’t even guess who they are, if you wanted to.

It doesn’t matter, you’ll be finding out in a few minutes anyway.

You fix the wetsuit on your body, straightening it to feel more comfortable. When you’re done, you pull your hair out of your face, knowing that it’ll give you a clearer sight above. You’re really hoping that it’s not going to be anything too extreme. You don’t want the desert, but you don’t want a frozen tundra, either. And you sure as hell don’t want the same nightmare arena that Haymitch lived through.

“It’s time.” Your stylist tells you.

You turn towards the cylinder that’ll raise you to the surface, stepping onto the metal plate. You take a few deep breaths to calm the anxiety that’s beginning to rise in your stomach. You did this one, which means that you’ll be able to do it again. You can do this. 

The glass door slowly slides shut, sealing you inside of the tube. You turn away from your stylist to face the wall, and then close your eyes when you begin to get lifted.

A warm breeze washes over your skin, telling you to open your eyes to see where they’ve placed you this year. When you do, you’re met with a white light, blinding you instantly. You spend several vital seconds blinking away the sun.

“Ladies and gentlemen, let the Seventy-Fifth Hunger Games begin!” 

A tight pain strikes your chest when you realize what you’re in the middle of. You slap both of your hands over your mouth, taking half a step backward, when you realize that you can’t go any further without accidentally killing yourself. You’re completely surrounded by beautiful blue water, before it would be grey.

You look over your shoulder, and you let out a breath of relief when you see a beach, and beyond that, a dense forest. No, not a forest. It’s much too lush and crowded to be just that, and the trees are too tall to compare to anything from home. The higher the branch, the bigger the leaves. That’s a jungle. A vibrant and healthy green jungle.

You turn back to face the golden cornucopia, and the island it sits on. From what you can tell, there’s twelve spokes coming out of the island, which means two tributes toa  wedge. All you do is glance to your right, and you’re met with the girl from Six, who’s hugging herself right now, bony hands pulling her shoulders inward.

What are the chances she’s a part of the alliance? Does she know that you joined last night? No, how could she? There was no way to communicate after the interviews. If she’s not, will she pull herself together long enough to come and attack you as soon as the gong sounds? If it came down to it, you’d be able to kill her, considering she’s barely on her feet.

You angle yourself away from her and toward the spoke, not willing to even take the chance that she’s on your side. 

You can’t imagine how Finnick must be feeling at this moment. He’s got to be ecstatic over the fact that he’s got the advantage this year. He’ll have no issue cutting through the waves. While you’re going to struggle to get to the spoke without drowning.

Fortunately, you know how to swim, you’re just rusty. It’ll all come back to you once you’re in the water, you just need to have a little hope. Although, the more you stare into the blue, you’re not sure if you can even bring yourself to get inside. Who knows how deep it goes beneath you?

The gong sounds, and you don’t move from the metal plate because of the paralyzing fear that’s telling you the water is too dangerous to get in. You watch as Six girl jumps into the water without hesitating, splashing around in the water until she gains momentum, heading to the spoke on her side.

When you look up, you’re met with the sight of a few other victors who also don’t move from their plates. 

Well, if Six girl hasn’t died yet, that means you won’t either. You suck in a deep breath of air before you dive into the water. You’re pleasantly surprised that the water’s warm, but it’s salty. The moment it hits your eyes, you can’t see straight anymore, and you rely of blind faith to get you to the rocks.

You know you’re pointed in the right direction, so you do your best with swimming that way. You know you’ve got to look ridiculous, but there’s got to be other victors that are embarrassing themselves more. You’re sure there’s a good number of them that don’t even know how to. You’re one of the lucky few that got taught in Five when you were young.

It feels like you’re in the water forever, until your hand hits the rock. You pull yourself out of the water, wiping at your eyes to get the saltiness away. You cough out the taste, face twisted at how gross it is. 

You get to your feet, eyes searching the open cornucopia mouth. All you can see is Katniss, a bow in her hand, digging through a pile of golden weapons. There’s got to be a knife in that pile with your name on it. That would be a good start to the Games, if you had something to defend yourself with.

As if Katniss is reading your thoughts as they come through, her head jerks up. An arrow is on her bow in the time it takes you to blink. You let out a panicked noise, covering your head as you drop to the rock to avoid being pierced. You can hear the whistle of the arrow flying over you.

“Fuck.” You murmur, daring to look up to see if she’s got another arrow for you.

She’s gone, though. And so is the theory that she’s part of the alliance that Finnick was talking about. What are the chances that Finnick was bluffing to you about that alliance to make you feel better about joining him? Did he really think you had anyone else to join?

Your chances at getting that knife are gone, the careers will be at that cornucopia in a matter of seconds, now. You get off your stomach and book it down the rocks, before careful not to trip on the way to the beach. You need to find Finnick. You’re completely weaponless, and there’s safety in numbers, usually.

Your shoe sinks into the sand, you stumble for a few steps before you catch your footing. Everything in you is screaming to run into the jungle, because you know that you’ll be hidden from the victors that specialize in long-range weapons. If you stay here, it’ll be easier to pick you out to kill.

You don’t move though, hesitating like you did on the metal plate, watching and waiting. You’re not even sure what for. You jerk away from the spoke when you see the careers picking through the weapons on the ground, but you don’t move from where your feet are planted in the sand.

That’s when you see them, three victors running into the jungle, a fourth one with grey hair being carried. The infamous trident that got him his win in his hand. 

You start running down the beach, arms pumping at your sides as you take short and quick breaths. You need to catch up to them before they get lost in the jungle. You need to be with Finnick if you plan on making it out of this alive.

You cross five spokes in the matter of two minutes, which you're sure will be some record. You swing yourself around the same tree that you saw them pass by, putting you on the right track. The adrenaline that you had used up until this point is dissipating the further you run up the hill, sucking all of the energy from your body.

It’s too hot to be going at this rate, it would be smarter to pace yourself. Especially with how badly you’re sweating, you don’t even know where the nearest fresh water source is—and that’s assuming the arena has one. 

The good news is that the path that Finnick is taking becomes clearer the further you go. The vegetation is harshly cut in odd ways, which means they must be swinging at it to make it easier to get through. If they’re traveling this quickly, that means you have to, too.

You’re not sure how long you’re running for, or why you’re still so far behind that you can’t even see them a little. It gets bad enough to the point that you begin to doubt that you’re even following the right path. What are the chances that someone else picked up a trident and you’re ignorantly following them?

You swear you saw Mags—

A sharp pain slices through your cheekbone, your head whips to the left, following the momentum of the weapon. You twist, tripping over your ankles as you fall to your knees, one hand cupping the fresh wound, and the other catches you from falling any further down the hill.

“Stop!” A familiar voice shouts, “Katniss—don’t!”

“Why?”

You’ve done it this time. Katniss already wants to kill you, and you’ve just managed to chase her a whole mile into the jungle without even knowing. What are the chances you can explain this and get away with it?

You turn to see who’s with her, and you’re relieved to see that you’ve been following the right people, after all. Finnick’s coming down the hill, curls bouncing with every step. “It’s just (Y/n), she’s our ally.”

“Ally?” Katniss echoes, she doesn’t look very happy.

“Yes.” Finnick doesn’t seem affected by her tone. 

He stops in front of you, offering his hand. There’s a small smile on his face, pleased that you managed to find him. You take it, allowing him to pull you to your feet. He gently moves your hand away from your cheek so he can get a look at it for himself, thumb rubbing underneath it.

“It’s not deep, she grazed you.” He tells you.

“Another couple inches and I’d be dead.” You murmur.

“That’s what you get for trampling through the jungle.” He laughs, “You’re not very discreet.”

“You’re lucky I caught sight of you, at all.”

The two of you wander up the hill, where you find Katniss, Peeta and Mags. Your theory about them being allies wasn’t so far off, it looks like. If it keeps going like this, you’re sure Johanna and Blight will join, and then you’ll be at seven. The numbers will probably stop there, you can imagine.

“Well, you two are close.” Katniss says bitterly, “Didn’t even know you two knew each other.”

“Well, when you’re soulmates, it’s almost like your whole world view changes.” You say.

Katniss nods slightly, “I’m going to climb a tree, get a better view on the cornucopia.”

“We’ll be down here.” Peeta says.

You take a seat next to Mags in the shade, trying to get your breathing back on track after running for so long in this heat. For a minute, you were sure that you were going to pass out.

While other victors might’ve trained for this day, you didn’t bother. 

“How—?” Finnick manages to get out, before the tinkling noise of a sponsor gift silences him. 

The four of you look into the air, curious on where it’s coming from, and who it must be for this early on. Normally, when you’re mentoring, you try to hold onto the sponsors until the most important moments. Every penny counts. However, you guess that the gifts are so cheap right now that it won’t even make a difference.

The medium-sized container lands right in front of you. You share a look with Finnick, unsure about opening it. 

“It can’t hurt.” He says.

You reach forward, moving the parachute out of the way before you pop open the lid. In the middle of the container sits a small slip of paper, with the word ‘congrats’ written on it. There’s a knife beneath it, beautifully carved with a sharp and curved blade. This is meant for you, there’s no question about it.

You begin to inspect it in your hand, when the sound of tinkling begins again.

“What’s happening?” Peeta asks.

“Congratulations gifts.” Finnick says, he catches this one in his hands. When he opens the lid, he lets out a laugh, “Water.”

You’re on your feet in an instant to see for yourself. There’s five bottles inside of the container, one for each of you. You take one out, and laugh for yourself, because they’re cold. You press the bottle to your forehead for a minute, before opening it and taking a few sips.

Peeta gets to his feet, coming over to grab one for himself. You move around Mags, grabbing Finnick’s shoulder to make him lean in your direction. You cup your hands to block what you’re saying from the Capitol, “We’re going to play this up, aren’t we?”

Finnick turns to you with the biggest grin, eyes dancing over your face, “You know it, darling.”

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[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

It isn't always easy (but how lucky I am to be known)

comfort came against my will - series masterlist here

pairing: dick grayson x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.1k

genre: fluff, emotional comfort

warnings: reader is vaguely mentally ill, dick is insecure but it's ok in the end

a/n: this can be read on its own. lil bit more about reader and what they do in life. I don't know if I write stories or just weird character studies anymore. whatever lemme know if you like it

"Are you sure you want to go to this, baby? Dick asks you gently as you stare at your reflection in your bathroom mirror, smoothing out your hair one final time.

"I don't really have a choice, babe. The gala is for my company - it looks bad if I don't show." You sigh before spinning around to face him, leaning against the counter and looking up at him, cupping his cheek in your palm and smoothing out the worry lines in his forehead with your thumb. "I'll be okay," you assure gently.

Dick sighs in defeat and presses a kiss to your cheek, content to go with you and keep an eye on you. It had been… one of those days. One of those times when your brain just doesn't work the way you want it to, when your own mental illnesses wrap around your throat and strangle you from the inside out. Most days, he finds himself impressed by the way you strong-arm your own psyche into bending to your will, but he knows it can't always happen. He just wishes the world would understand that, too.

Dick continues to think this as your car pulls up outside the gala, your door opening and you sliding out, him in tow. It mesmerizes him always, the mask you slip on, the way you smile and charm and stand tall in front of the never-ending flashes of cameras and pushing questions of reporters. He's always been impressed by it, but he finds himself even more swept off his feet now that he knows what's come before. It's difficult, sometimes, for him to put this image of you next to the one he'd seen this morning - the one of you with tear tracks down your cheeks and unable to get out of bed.

You turn briefly to him to make sure he's still close by, and although you both know the press will see it as nothing more than a second of love between a couple, Dick knows what you're doing. He knows that you're holding him to his word - making sure that he meant it when he said he'd be by your side the whole night. He doesn't mind that you're checking. He has no intentions of breaking his promise.

The night progresses normally, flutes of champagne being passed around and small talk floating through the air. You charm and dazzle and glide around the way you normally do, but the grip you keep on Dick's hand serves as a constant reminder that you're not okay. When you go to pull your hand away from his, he finds himself unconsciously holding it tighter, not wanting to let you go.

"I have to go up and speak," you speak quietly in his ear, nodding towards the raised stage and the microphone that sits ominously atop it. Dick knows how these things go - he's been to enough Wayne galas growing up and has accompanied you to enough of your own that he knows the host, at some point, has to go up and make a speech.

He just wishes, tonight, that it wasn't your company, and that it wasn't your speech.

But he kisses your hand gently before releasing it, letting you stray too far away from him, and his stomach twists with something akin to panic.

And the feeling doesn't go away as he watches you speak. You're as poised and clear as you always are, the epitome of a successful leader - and if he didn't know that something was wrong, not even he would ever be able to guess that you're struggling.

The panic in his gut, he finds… twists into something else. Doubt, maybe. Insecurity, probably. How well does he actually know you? If you can slip on masks this easily, who's to say you don't have more hidden underneath? 

Dick tries to shake the thoughts from his head, reminds himself that he's your partner and you love him and you've never done anything to make him doubt that. But as you waltz off the stage and people clap and you flash commanding smiles toward people, he finds he can't banish his thoughts as easily as he could.

But then you're back by his side, gripping his hand in a way that makes him think you need him, and the night must go on. He pulls up his own mask, making polite conversation and flitting around like a socialite with you all night and he wonders if he's really any different from you. And then he wonders why he suddenly thinks that's a bad thing.

By the time the night ends and your driver pulls up and lets the two of you into your car, his face hurts from smiling and his feet ache from standing, but you squeeze his hand tightly before letting it go so that you can slide into the back seat and his stomach twists again as he slides in beside you, the door closing behind him.

But then… you change. He watches as you pull up the divider so that your driver can't see you, and then you exhale heavily, letting your shoulders drop and your eyes close as the formal pleasantness melts off your face. Your hand searches for his again and he takes it quickly, squeezing it to remind you that he's here, even if his head is spinning from the removal of his own mask.

"What are you thinking about?" You murmur, your eyes fluttering open to look at him with a flash of concern. Dick takes the hand that's not holding yours and cups your cheek gently, smoothing out the worry lines in your forehead with his thumb. 

"Just thinking about how much I love you," he murmurs back, and his heart thumps loudly in his chest as he remembers how true that statement is - how much he loves you and how honoured he feels that you take off your masks for him. He kisses your hand where it's interlocked with his own. "I'm just thinking about how lucky I am to be the one who gets to know you like this."

You smile lazily at him, a knowing look settling in your eyes. 

"Ah," you begin. "This isn't always easy, I know."

Dick exhales at your words, wondering how you always pin what he's feeling so easily. You bring your hand up to brush your thumb along the apple of his cheek. 

"I'm the lucky one, Dick. I should be thanking you for wanting to know me like this."

Dick smiles at your words, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him in the back of the car. "We're both lucky to have found each other, I guess," He murmurs into your hair, pressing kisses to the crown of your head.

"Yea," you smile. "I guess we are."

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the darkened sky greets you as you clock out, jacket slung over your shoulders and drink for the day half-empty in your hand. you blink, letting out a yawn as you venture to the car waiting for you. the backdoor opens, "[name]."

"hi, honey," you crawl into the car beside rindou, planting a kiss on his cheek. tired eyes look to the front, soft smile still painting your lips. "hi, boys. good day?"

ran turns in the drivers seat to grin your way. "all good with us, future-in-law!"

shion sniffles in the passenger seat, rubbing under his nose. he pouts your way helplessly, "gettin' sick, [name]! need your tea."

"hmph," rindou puts an arm over your shoulder, bringing you as close as the seatbelt would allow. he narrows his eyes, "you'll survive without it."

ran sneaks a glance at his brother with a teasing grin as he starts the car. the plan is simple - mucho is making dinner and, as rindou's partner, you've been invited. the tenjiku crew had always been nice to you anyways — you never minded spending time with them.

you stretch as you exit the car, your stuff still occupying your seat. the work shirt [technically your uniform] has been taken off, leaving you in regular clothes. you let out a small groan as your arms pop. rindou holds his hand out to you, "good?"

"tired," you send him a smile, lacing your fingers in his. you plant another kiss on his cheek, leaning into the responding one he leaves on your head. "a little hungry. ready to see everyone, too."

rindou hums against your temple, "think they like you more than me."

you grin, "maybe!"

kakucho answers the door, allowing the four of you in stiffly. he waves your way before leaving to the kitchen, mumbling a recipe to himself. mochi waves at you as he samples a piece of food, leaning away from mucho as he swats at him.

you feel eyes bleeding into you one second and then the leader is in front of you the next.

“bad day?” izana leans forward at the waist, wisteria eyes planted on you. they widen a bit, venegeful malice coloring them. “want me to have a talk with anyone?”

“no,” you grin at the threat. with a small, delicate hold to his hand, you squeeze it before dropping it. “i appreciate the thought, though.”

izana watches you for a second more before nodding. he lifts his nose into the air, "just say the word."

"i'll keep that in mind!" your grin doesn't fade as you spot the newest addition, kokonoi, keeping to himself. you wander up to him with your boyfriend in tow. "hi, koko. doing okay?"

the boy nods, face controlled and centered into a dull expression. "doing well." his gaze flickers to rindou before coming back to you. "that looked scary though. boss threaten you or something?"

"never," you snort. you lean in to stage whisper — the right side of rindou's mouth quirks up at the comical view. "he likes me too much. they all do."

kokonoi only smiles for a brief second, but you see that as a win.

——♡——

you plop onto the couch beside rindou as you're finally back home. your stomach is full and sore from the amount of laughter you shared with your friends. you let out a sigh and pat your stomach as rindou sits next to you. he tugs at your knees, pulling your legs up so that they're slung over his own.

you flex your ankle, wiggling your foot from side to side. you tilt your head, “think my compression socks are sexy?”

“super hot, babe,” rindou plants a kiss to your head. he taps your knee a few times before sighing. "don't wanna get up now."

nodding slowly, you purse your lips, "same."

rindou clicks his tongue a few times before speaking. "shower time — you wash my hair and i'll rub your back?"

"…deal."

——♡——

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Rain as Payu's Lover

This was requested by @25shadesoffebruary (TYLER I'M SORRY THIS HAS TAKEN SO LONG!)

I am in no way an expert; merely a spectator with thoughts and opinions. Just something to chew on for people with PayuRain headcanons. Just here for your enjoyment, you don't have to agree or disagree.

I've been trying to figure out what type of lover to classify Rain as when really he has the capacity to be any type of lover since he's just being introduced to sex with Payu. He's still in a stage of exploration, and trying new things, and trial and error.

He's definitely starting off as a bratty sub but given that his partner is clearly a Dom it would make sense that he would fall into that role of submission because he knows it's what his P'Payu likes and what P'Payu likes he gets...when Rain says so...

Not to say that Rain doesn't like being a sub, he obviously seems to enjoy being a mouthy yet obedient lover to Payu...but maybe he likes other things too?

Let's talk a bit more about the sub thing; their everyday relationship leans towards a D/s one. Rain constantly talks about being a good and obedient boy and speaks to Payu with the respect that Payu has set as a clear expectation from him. But we've also seen instances where Rain purposefully uses foul language to get a rise out of Payu in the hopes of being taught a lesson in the bedroom.

He seems to enjoy Payu's punishments as much as he enjoys the rewards and the praises. Like that one episode where Rain was texting Payu right before his test and Payu promised him a reward if he passed his exam and then Rain asked him what would happen if he failed and Payu said that he should be prepared for a punishment. The SMILE on Rain's face as this text conversation takes place, he's way into it. He's giddy at the thought of being covered in kisses and drenched in praises or maybe risk the chance of finding out what punishments Payu has cooked up for him...he knows Payu has ways of straightening him out. He's as easy as a coin toss in some moments.

When Rain is feeling like being P'Payu's good boy then I imagine he's extremely submissive; on his best behavior. He speaks to Payu gently and formally and I'm sure he's wallowing in Payu's praises and he loves every second of the pampering. He turns into a pillow princess, perfectly pliable and at his boyfriend's mercy; we see that in their first love scene. I honestly think Rain really, really loves being under Payu, that's why he's always holding onto his neck and pulling him down. I think Rain enjoys how big Payu, he needs those broad shoulders to grip and scratch and keep him anchored.

He'll do and say anything Payu commands with ease if it means Payu will treat him like royalty as a reward. He loves being told, "You're doing so well Rain," and "Look at this cute boy, he's perfect for P'Payu." Especially if it's close to his ears. I'm sure Rain slips in a good, "P'Payu, you're the best for me." Anything to solidify how he was made for Payu and belongs next to him and Rain is a pile of goo in the man's hands every single time.

But what about when he's feeling rebellious and rambunctious and defiant? Sometimes Rain is in the mood to annoy his boyfriend and is more than willing to accept the consequences, eager even. I'm sure he's thrilled to find out how creative Payu gets with his punishments and explore his limits and then pushes them. Does Rainy Boy have a favorite punishment? Being bound? Edging? Spanking? No touching as he's being pleasured until he's babbling? No talking as he's being pleasured until he's crying?

Speaking of talking, Rain seems really talkative too. It's not a reach, the boy is a motor mouth in general. I think he finds that he likes Payu's responses to what he says. He knows exactly what to say to get a reaction from his man. He knows how to push his buttons like a phone operator. "P'Payu you're so deep, I can feel you in my soul." "P'Payu, I'm so full." "P'Payu fuck me" (which is everyone's personal favorite). He's not going to shy away from talking and it's just going to get more vulgar and less playful as they go on until he's not speaking in sentences anymore, just moaning Payu's name over and over...or better yet switching to call him 'Daddy'. Anything to make Payu lose his mind and find it at the same time.

I honestly think that once he gets more and more comfortable with being Payu's lover then he will challenge Payu's dominance more and more. It'll start off with little things like the riding and controlling the pace and holding Payu's hands down. He'll graduate to ordering Payu not to touch him. He'll soon have Payu begging to do things to him.

He could really have Payu on his knees before him if he worked hard enough to take the control. I think if Rain kept that level of respect with the way he speaks to Payu during these times then it could really work in his favor. I think if Rain tried to take control and also spoke improperly it would turn Payu off and Payu would turn everything back around since he's the true Dom in their relationship. But if Rain played his cards right he could very well be the one administering the punishments.

I honestly think that IF Rain truly wanted to, he could get Payu to bottom for him. He could. He really could.

Rain might not fully understand it, but he holds more power and persuasion than he thinks. Like he has some idea, but not enough to really flip the script just yet. The power balance between them really sits on a scale, it could teeter and totter to be in either man's favor. Rain could tip that scale if he truly wanted to put his mind to it.

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Can't Keep My Mind (Or Hands) Off You (Fox Mulder x pregnant!female reader)

Blurb: Mulder can't keep his mind, or hands, off you now he's got you pregnant, which leads to a little lunch break fun in his car.

Warnings: smut, car sex, pregnant sex?, breeding kink

A/N: If anything about pregnancy in here is not realistic, oops, I have not been pregnant and I tried my best to research the symptoms etc. Also, the reader works at with the FBI but doesn't work with Mulder on the X Files. She does come and do admin work for him (like photocopying and bringing him coffee) because that's what a good partner does 😘

"Okay, so I managed to photocopy these photographs for you. They're not the best quality, but I'd say they're passable. I mean, you can still make out the shape of a figure in the tree line. I'm guessing that's what you need them for, right? Identifying weird humanoid figures." 

Mulder nearly dropped the folder he was holding. 

"You're not wearing a bra." He stated, completely matter-of-factly, despite how he stared at you.

It was true: you had forgone a bra that morning and opted for a white vest under your blouse instead. Your breasts were constantly aching now you were well and truly into your first trimester. Wearing a bra meant you would wince all day and be unable to focus on anything except how sore your chest was and how much you couldn't wait to tear your bra off as soon as you got into your car at the end of the day. But today, you weren't in the mood to suffer hours of feeling like someone was squashing your already tender breasts constantly, so no-bra it was.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes playfully at Mulder as you set the thick pile of photocopies on his desk.

"You're observant this morning. Did you listen to anything I just said? Or do you need me to repeat that all while you," You tilted his chin up so his eyes met yours rather than admiring the twin peaks of your pert nipples against your blouse. "Keep your eyes up here." 

Mulder placed his hands on your waist, running them down over your hips. Since you'd shown him the four identical positive tests and the doctor had confirmed that you were indeed pregnant, he'd found it incredibly hard to keep his hands away from you. Everything he'd loved about you and your body was amplified tenfold now. And right this instant, your significantly fuller breasts, the healthy flush across your cheeks, and your pretty eyes staring up at him were destroying his normally undying devotion to his job. 

"Yeah, yeah, I heard you, don't worry. The photocopies. Thank you, sweetheart." You were pulled closer to him, very much breaking the 'no touching' rule you had agreed on to prevent the pair of you from losing your jobs over inappropriate workplace behaviour. "More important is, why aren't you wearing a bra? You're not, you know,” He lowered his voice, “lactating?" 

You laughed, shaking your head.

"Nope, not yet. Going to be another few months before that happens. They're just sore, that's all, and wearing a bra is getting pretty intolerable. So, no bra." 

As you explained, Mulder’s hands wandered over the changing contours of your body, settling, as they always did, on the subtle hump of your pregnant belly. Even if he couldn't feel anything, since the baby was no bigger than a plum at this stage, he felt an instinctual need to place his hands protectively over the warmth of your lower stomach. Sometimes, he swore he felt something stirring within you, but he knew it was just his very wishful thinking. 

Snapping back into the present moment, Mulder recalled that you said that your chest was hurting.

"Can I make them hurt less? Please." He whispered, hands drifting up to cup just below your breasts. He leaned close to you, kissing your cheek so softly that his lips barely met your skin. 

You shivered at his touch, wanting nothing more than to feel his hands on your sensitive flesh, to have his mouth on your skin, kissing over your sensitive areolas. Another kiss was placed on your cheek, making you groan. As much as you, and presumably Mulder, wanted to take the day off and spend the whole time rolling around in bed, you knew that would have to remain a fantasy. 

"Later. I promise. As soon as we get home, I'm all yours." You placed your hands on his chest, smoothing his shirt. "We can last until the end of the day, can't we?"

Mulder wasn't sure he could last that long. How could he if you were walking about looking so damn irresistible and beautiful and full? 

Clearing his throat, he finally released your body from his protective grasp. 

"We can, yes." He lifted the photocopies you'd made. "Especially if I have to go take a look at this sasquatch. Keep my mind occupied." 

‘And off your gorgeous body’ , He added mentally. 

***

"Oh, please be gentle- ah, careful!- please be gentle with me, Fox." You whimpered, arching your back against Mulder's torso as he pulled your vest up over your breasts, catching on your nipples, making them sting. His hands settled on your breasts, cupping them, weighing them in his hands. They certainly felt bigger to him, filling up more of his hands than before. 

"I'll be gentle, don't worry. I'll be so gentle with you, doll." He whispered back to you, brushing a thumb over one of your nipples, making you keen and squirm against him. After many hours of being unable to think of anything but you, he was glad to finally get his hands on your body and touch it as much as he (and you, of course) wanted. As much as it was your body that was making him harder and harder every passing second, the way you begged him to be gentle with you and your heightened reactions to his touch only added fuel to the fires of his arousal. 

The pair of you hadn't made it to the end of the day. When Mulder got a minute, he found you and nearly dragged you out to his car. He'd driven to a slightly more private place than the bureau car park, and both of you moved to the backseat, kissing each other like a pair of teens who'd finally got the house to themselves and were free from the prying eyes of their parents. Now you sat on Mulder’s lap as he touched you, drawing all sorts of pretty sounds and whispers from you by just lightly touching your tender and aching chest. 

Every caress, every careful touch of your tender breasts was a sweet mix of painful and pleasurable. You were in ecstasy, arching your back, grinding against Mulder's thighs, begging him to ‘stop’ and ‘keep going’ simultaneously. The sensation of him sucking and kissing at your neck only made you more desperate and aroused. Though you winced whenever your flesh was squeezed, your eyes almost rolled back into your head when he rolled his thumbs over your nipples, drawing circles on them just as he did with your clit every time you two got intimate. Your climax felt embarrassingly close, considering he’d done nothing more but grope your breasts and kiss your neck. The fact you could feel his erection, so hard it was almost painful for you to be sitting on, only added to how turned on you were. 

"P-please...I want more of you. Touch me more." You panted out, seizing one of Mulder’s hands and moving down under your hiked-up pencil skirt. He pushed your panties aside and slid the tips of his fingers along your leaking slit. Thick, creamy arousal gathered on his fingers and leaked onto his trousers, staining them with a prominent damp patch. 

"God, you're so wet." Mulder mused as he slid two fingers into you. There was no resistance whatsoever, as your insides welcomed the intrusion of his fingers, twitching around them. You groaned and bucked against his fingers as they pressed up into the most sensitive part of your insides. 

"A-all because of you." You said, struggling to speak as you couldn't focus on much else except how good it felt to have your pussy spread open by Mulder’s fingers. 

He chuckled, scissoring inside you before pumping his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace. 

"That's not true; it's not all my doing. It's because of your hormones, too." 

As he toyed with your pussy and rolled your clit under his thumb, slick leaked out, soaking his hand and the leg of his trousers. You writhed about on his lap, grinding against his stiff length. It was Mulder’s turn to moan as your movements threatened to make more pre-cum leak from his slit and wet his boxers. He wanted to be inside you so badly, especially as he could feel how wet and pliable your pussy was right now. A whine left your lips as he slid his fingers out of you.

“You’re so needy, aren't you? It’s cute.” He mumbled as he guided you to lie across the backseat. Placing one knee on either side of your hips, he straddled you, leaning down to kiss you as he undid his belt.

You smirked against his kisses.

“Speak for yourself. You can’t even pause to take your pants off. That desperate to be inside me.” You whispered back to him. 

Mulder didn’t fight back with words. Inside, he moved his mouth from your lips to your nipples, running his tongue over one of them, swirling around the hard nub. You winced and groaned, your body unable to decide whether it liked the sting of your oversensitive buds being touched in such a way. Seeing your reaction, he moved to the other nipple, bringing a hand up to gently squeeze your breast and circle his thumb over your now wet nipple. You writhed about under him, switching between arching your back, pressing your chest up to him, and shrinking away, trying to escape but finding no way to roll away from him without falling off the seat. 

Feeling as though he had ‘tortured’ you enough and got his fill of toying with your gorgeous chest that had been distracting that whole day, Mulder lifted your hips, lining your entrance up with his weeping tip. He entered you, earning a sharp gasp of pleasure from you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him to stay hilted deep inside you. 

This was what Mulder had been thinking about all morning. Even with a particularly promising case to chase up, all he could think about was you and being inside your intoxicating tight, wet heat. As much as he wanted to draw out the process of rutting into your velvety insides and feeling you clamp around him as you said his name over and over, he simply couldn’t hold back. He pounded into you, filling the car with the slap of skin on skin and the sickenly wet sounds of his cock spearing open your soaking lips. You looked so perfect below him; your pupils blown out, your skin sheening with a light layer of sweat, your neat office makeup beginning to run as tears squeezed from your eyes, your full breasts bouncing with every thrust of his hips. To top off the view of you, looking more beautiful than ever, the way you were saying his name every time he hit your deepest and most sensitive spot was something he knew he’d replay in his head whenever he couldn't be with you. You swung from breathing out his name in pants to calling it out to barely whispering it as your orgasm broke and made you fall apart under him. He already knew he loved you, but at that moment, as you said his name in a barely audible tone and looked up at him with doe-eyes full of adoration, it felt like that love grew tenfold.

“O-oh, god, fuck, I love you.” 

Words fell out of Mulder’s mouth, very much beyond his control, as he felt the heat of his orgasm spread from his lower belly and along his length. He felt himself fill you with spurt after spurt of his hot seed, his cock pulsing as it emptied its load into you. Reluctantly, he pulled out of you, smearing his tip over your swollen folds, unwilling to let any of his cum go to waste. 

You sat up, a wave of dizziness washing over you. Clearly, so much excitement and activity had put your delicate body under some strain, and it struggled to cope. You looked down at yourself, noticing the gradually growing puddle of cum leaking out of your entrance. The more you sat up, the more that leaked out. You groaned at the sight; it almost made you want to go another round. 

“God, you always cum so much. No wonder I got pregnant the second time we tried. Your car seats are ruined now.” You said, laughing as you forced yourself to sit fully upright and start making yourself look presentable again.

Mulder shook his head at you, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“They’re leather, so that won’t stain or mark them. And aren't you glad we didn’t have to keep on trying to get you pregnant?” He said, nudging you.

You rolled your eyes in mock annoyance at his remark.

“I don’t think either of us would have minded it taking more than just two times without a condom. Not that we need condoms or an excuse to fuck like rabbits anymore.” You joked, helping re-do Mulder’s tie for him, kissing the tip of his nose.

***

Scully was waiting for Mulder when he rushed back into his office, still looking much more dishevelled than a man coming back from a completely average and normal lunch break should look. 

"Mulder, where were you?" She asked, looking him up and down, folding her arms like a parent would do to a misbehaving child.

"Um...Lunch." Mulder fumbled with his answer, knowing as soon as it left his mouth that there was no way in hell that Scully would believe that he’d just been away getting lunch.

"For over an hour? It took you that long to get lunch?" She pressed, closing the door to his office as he searched about his desk for the photocopies of the sasquatch you’d made him earlier. 

There was a long and uncomfortable pause as Mulder stared at the photocopies in his hand, trying to think of a way to answer Scully’s question. At this point, he knew it was basically pointless to carry on giving her excuses; she had worked out what he’d been up to the minute she saw him. Finally, he thought of a (pathetic) reason for why he’d disappeared for nearly two hours. 

"There was a queue. A long one." 

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[hexpea]

Ch. 12 - Wedding

As you rode the bullet train back home, memories crept into your mind once more. This was especially so considering the cold shoulder Seiko was giving you. Something was different about them. You felt certain that they had been possessed but they still somehow had complete control. It was all a mystery to you. You'd lost your touch since you left sorcery behind to focus on something 'normal.' Clearly that came back to bite you on the ass.

Your mind wandered as the trees and buildings passed by your window. You began to recall your wedding and the pleasant disaster that it was.

It took place at a grand hall in downtown Tokyo. It was quite regal-looking considering the modern buildings surrounding it. The hall itself was adorned with opulent decorations, vibrant flowers, and the soft glow of what looked like nearly a thousand candles. You'd picked none of it, save for your dress (which still had to be approved by the Gojo matriarch). It had all been arranged by the Gojo family, though they didn't get their way completely. Satoru was adamant on a non-Shinto wedding rather than what his parents had wanted. It was a small concession considering the marriage was arranged, they allowed it.

The guests had gathered, their eyes fixed on the large, extravagant entrance, waiting in anticipation for you to walk down the aisle -- a joining of two powerful families. Meanwhile, your heart raced as you stood behind the two polished, wooden doors. You stood alone with two attendants ready to open the doors for you. Your palms felt incredibly sweaty around your bouquet and you'd hoped your makeup hadn't begun to smudge -- as if that mattered, you didn't want this... Your father stood by, watching you carefully as you fidgeted with a petal on your bouquet. There wasn't much he could say, he knew you were upset with him.

Suddenly, as the sound of piano filled the air, the two attendants quickly pulled back the door and your shocked expression was revealed to the crowd. You swallowed tightly and stood a little straighter just as you were queued to begin walking, your father's arm linked with yours. Your mind repeated the mantra 'don't trip, don't trip, don't trip' over and over. You tried your best to stare ahead but looking at Satoru at the altar was incredibly daunting. 

He had a closed-lipped smile, hands clasped in front of him, and that classic, black blindfold across his lids. His mother had griped about him wearing his blindfold when she was assisting you in getting ready, saying how he could tolerate twenty minutes of wearing nothing for appearances. His suit was perfectly tailored to his body as the candlelight twinkled off his shoulders. His appearance almost made you...nervous. And he was completely unfazed. 

As you came closer and closer, keeping your eyes locked on him for a bit of confidence, his grin widened to its signature. But you noticed that, perhaps, there was a subtle glint of nervousness in the twitching of his lip. He'd never been one to show vulnerability, even on such a significant occasion. But you wouldn't be one to point it out when you felt the exact same way.

When you stepped up to the altar, handing your bouquet to the woman staged behind you, your father placing your hand in Gojo's before sitting next to your mother, you exchanged a nervous glance with your partner. You were wondering what was going through his mind. This entire wedding was perfectly orchestrated, and this was all part of a business arrangement. Your life was being signed away in these very moments. 

The ceremony proceeded as normal, vows were exchanged and your thoughts raced. You could hardly mumble out your 'I do,' a pathetic attempt after Gojo's perfectly acted enthusiasm. But that was when the officiant looked between you both with a smile, "you may now kiss the bride." 

From the corner of your vision, you swore you could see your parents hold their breath. All eyes were on you and Satoru. Your heart pounded in your chest as you stood there awkwardly, your nerves getting the best of you. This part wasn't discussed, you honestly hadn't even thought about it. You knew the tradition, but you couldn't help but wonder what this kiss really meant in the context of your arranged marriage. Did it really matter?! 

Satoru, seemingly confident, didn't waste a single moment. Just as you saw your parents from your peripheral vision, Satoru used a gentle yet decisive motion to close the gap between you, hands delicately placed on your hips, and leaned down to press his lips to yours. The guests gave light applause as he lingered, big smiles on all of their faces as if they didn't just witness a forced marriage. Your eyes fluttered shut and hands rested on his forearms when you settled into the act, your face still hotter than ever as embarrassment flooded your mind. 

His kiss was warm and tender, the taste of promise and a future together. In that brief moment, it felt as though the world had stopped and it was just the two of you. The kiss was a gesture, but for just a minute, you swore it held a glimmer of hope and something more. As you both pulled away, a sense of unforeseen wonder filled you. You looked up at him nearly cross-eyed as he stayed a few inches from you in contemplation before pulling completely back. You couldn't predict what the future held for your arranged marriage, but that kiss, however arranged, had a touch of genuine emotion that left you with a sense of confusion. 

With the light applause beginning to die down, Satoru did the unexpected, a way to get under his parents' skin without 'breaking the rules.' As you looked out into the crowd, finding your former classmates standing in ovation with everyone else, you found your feet suddenly floating. Satoru had scooped you up unannounced as if you were light as a feather. You blinked hard in astonishment as you looked up at him, your jaw slightly agape. He looked down toward you with a cocky half-smile before turning back to the crowd with an even wider grin, it was infectious. You held onto his neck for dear life as he began to walk down from the altar and down the aisle.

The movement earned him some laughter and a bit louder applause from the crowd. Joy had filled the room unexpectedly. Meanwhile, though Satoru ignored it, his father was pinching the bridge of his nose as his face grew ever-so red. His mother covered her mouth in shock as her eyes trailed the two of you. Nonetheless, Satoru's confident strides never faltered.

Just as he left the threshold of the grand entrance, he carefully set you down on your feet, his hands lingering on your waist for a moment as you found your footing. His gaze from behind the blindfold bore into yours as your eyes met. His expression appeared a little too satisfied, even as the two of you turned to face the guests. He gave a deep bow as if he had given some kind of performance as you stood by with flushed cheeks, unsure of your next move. You knew this was just the beginning of your arranged marriage journey, but in that moment, carried down the aisle by the Satoru Gojo, it felt like the start of something extraordinary.

The reception was held in the same hall, just in a different room better set for a fancy meal. While the guests filtered into that room, you and Satoru had to attend to your formal wedding photos. Much to your expectation, the room where the photos would be captured was incredibly formal. It was small yet filled with extravagant architecture that almost looked something like the European renaissance.

When you had entered, you were quickly rushed about by a very stressed photographer. You were moved around like some kind of life-sized Barbie doll as was Satoru. Their instruction was impeccable, ensuring each shot was perfect. Though, Satoru couldn't go without having some fun at the expense of the stressed photographer. Against their instruction, with nearly each shot, he'd dare to pull you closer with his arm tight around your waist. His eyes, now without their blindfold for the pictures, never left yours.

"Smile, Y/N," he whispered as he looked down at you, merely inches away. The effect of his words sent a shiver down your spine. You couldn't help but smile, albeit with a hint of exasperation as the camera snapped.

The photographer directed you both to now stand side-by-side, your wedding attire radiant in the golden sunlight that peeked in through the large windows. Satoru's hand found its way to your lower back, his touch light and electrifying. As the photographer prepared their camera once more, Satoru leaned sideways toward you to whisper in your direction.

"You look gorgeous, Mrs. Gojo," he snickered before standing up straight.

You rolled your eyes at his antics, "don't get ahead of yourself, Satoru," you replied, trying to maintain a facade of protest though your heart couldn't help but flutter at his charming audacity.

With the photos complete, the two of you made your way to the reception, entering following your grand announcement as Mr. & Mrs. for the very first time. It was a time for celebration, laughter, and heartfelt toasts -- though it all felt incredibly forced. Despite it all, the atmosphere was filled with jubilation and warmth. If it's a reason to drink, those in power didn't care at whose expense.

Amidst the formalities, Satoru seemed to be behaving rather well, at least by his family's standards. He exchanged pleasantries with guests, listened attentively to speeches as they came, and danced with you as any groom should. However, it didn't take long for him to stir things up. As his father took the stage to give his speech and offer a toast, Satoru saw an opportunity for mischief. His sly grin almost twinkled as he moved into action.

You and Satoru were enjoying your dessert at your own private table toward the front of the room where guests could 'ogle' at the 'happy' couple. As his father began speaking, Satoru motioned for one of the waitstaff, a young woman who was carrying a tray filled with chocolate-covered strawberries. With a devilish grin, he whispered something into her ear as she leaned toward him. She hesitantly nodded, not wanting to disobey a guest. Meanwhile, you watched as Gojo reached into the jacket pocket of his suit and pulled out a thin, plastic container. It held a single, oddly shaped pepper coated in chocolate. You were honestly impressed, the damn thing did look like a strawberry. Satoru took one of the strawberries, quickly biting down on it as he replaced it with the chili pepper.

While the senior Gojo continued speaking on love, family, and tradition, the waitress presented the tray, making sure to position it in a way that he would take the pepper Satoru had planted. Continuing to speak, he took it without a second thought, giving a polite nod to the waitress as she dismissed herself. Between words, he took a bite of the 'strawberry,' expecting a burst of sweetness. It took a fraction of a second for the fiery spice to register on his taste buds. His eyes widened and his face turned various shades of red. He cleared his throat but continued his speech, struggling to maintain his composure. You swore you could see sweat beads starting to form on his forehead.

"Satoru," you whispered, leaning in his direction as he continued munching on his strawberry.

"Yeah?" He inquired with his mouth full, voice at regular volume.

"Doesn't your dad have a heart condition?" You asked with concern as the man on the other side of the room, spotlight on him, continued to avoid choking on the spice.

Satoru gave a single laugh and placed the strawberry top on his dessert plate. "Yeah, yeah he does."

You leaned back, realizing that Satoru didn't quite care about the logistics of his prank. You could only watch as the man finally caught a breath.

His father's voice was strained and a bit shaky as he concluded the speech he was attempting to give, "and to my son, who...always keeps...life interesting." He spoke through gritted teeth, raising his glass, though not without a hint of resentment.

The guests, who were a bit thrown off by watching his brief struggle, gave nervous applause and took sips of their champagne. The tension in the room from the event had then transformed into an awkward blend of amusement and discomfort. Satoru's chuckles were contagious as you sat next to him. He raised his glass with everyone else, a sly and unapologetic grin playing on his lips. While his prank had been quite the shake up, it certainly made the reception unforgettable. However, it was clear that his father's anger smoldered beneath the surface.

The glittery evening continued despite the mishap. As you gulped down more and more champagne, you found it easier to loosen up and actually enjoy the night somewhat. Perhaps after everything, you had thought this marriage had possibility.

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[bamdelune]

In Hindsight 📹 Ch.10: "blue hour"

notes. narration ahead, song used: Pasilyo by Sunkissed Lola, original video: LESSERAFIM Yunjin's Raise y_our glass @ Weverse Festival 2023 (video is used for setting building — edited by me), kind of messy T_T

[December 18, 2022 — 8:50 PM 📍Teyvat Uni]

It was nearing 9:00 PM and you were still nowhere to be seen within the stage's area and Kunikuzushi was getting worried. It was currently 8:51, 9 minutes to nine o' clock. He was about to turn to Ajax if he's seen you anywhere as he pulled out his phone but the second he was about to, the stage lights dimmed, turning into a pink color. There were quite a few conversations of excitement up front with those close to the stage.

An electric guitar chord strummed into the speakers of the venue to reveal a familiar face, and Kunikuzushi swears he would've dropped his phone in shock.

It was you, wearing an outfit completely different to the one you had on earlier. This time, it was white with a few hints of pink to match the dreamy theme of the event. He saw how much confidence you had on stage and even he could smile as you did the same, only you were looking at the sea of people watching you perform.

—

"What do you want to do before..." Kuni trails off as he softly munches on the dinner you were eating after getting discharged, feeling that the topic might be a tad bit too morbid for a meal.

You ponder for a while, "Before I die?" you chuckle. "A lot of things. Maybe perform live in front of a big audience, I never got to do that before."

"Huh.." Kuni hums at your response. Perhaps it was fitting. That time, he never saw your passion for music in real time—he felt curious to say the least.

Now that opportunity has presented itself in front of him, in front of hundreds of fairgoers just like him.

The man's face tugs into an admiring grin at how you skillfully drag your hands over the strings of the guitar when you sing in such an alluring tone. Kuni's heart is full of pride, so full of admiration as you achieve one of the goals you had trusted him to hear that one day. He burns the memory into his head.

—

You don't know if the people in the audience could sense it, but you knew your voice carried an emotion buried deep. Underneath all the dreamy and breezy mood of the song was a feeling of attachment. As if you didn't want this moment of finally achieving something you were dreaming of to disappear into the back of your mind. Compare it to the feeling of hanging by the edge of a cliff, with only a hand to stop you from falling off—to stop you from letting go.

The euphoria of performing seeped into the lyrics, as if it was the one thing that helped your audience enjoy your performance even just by a little bit. Couples were holding hands as they looked into their partner's eyes as if they were the only thing that mattered, friends were singing along together as if your song was a ribbon that tied them together. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. You were jealous that you weren't goint to be able to experience the same by the time 10 months have passed.

The least you could do was make this performance memorable for the people here.

If you weren't able to experience that memory in the future, perhaps you would be honored to create that memory for others instead.

synopsis. You are a singer-songwriter. Music has always been a part of you, it's a part of your identity that no one can ever take away. However, there's always a catch: you are diagnosed with a chronic illness that puts your life on a timer. Those who have heard your countless melodies have grown to notice that the notes on the sheet played a gloomier tune. Would the snarky and capable medical student you've met be able to bring life back into these melodies? Even as life begins to seep out of your own body? (scaramouche x gn!reader)

tags. gender-neutral reader, angst, fluff, crack, heavy contexts of death and illnesses, friends to lovers, slowburn, profanities, drinking (characters are in college), suggestive themes but no nsfw.

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[kingofthe-egirls]

FOX TALES: LUFFY x OC (Or, when LUFFY asks you to join his crew)

fox tales

(cw: original female character, kitsune oc, stealing, kitsune lore, mention of past dog bite/farmers)

(a/n: welcome to part 1!!!)

Songs: "Dress" by Charlotte Sands

words: 1k

You’re crouching in the dark next to a chicken coop, listening to see if the hens are asleep. Luffy is crouching behind you, having insisted on following you on your hunt.

“Shh!” You hiss, whirling around as Luffy steps forward, snapping a twig. Too much noise could wake the hens up. You point to your feet, for Luffy to follow. “Sneaky,” you whisper, “Like this.” You take a deep breath, center yourself, and melt through the air. Luffy inhales sharply.

“Kit,” he hisses, “Where’d ya go??”

“Right here, dumbass,” you rustle your fingers quickly so he can hear where you are. You weren’t used to having a partner.

“I can’t turn invisible, fox-tail. And I can’t see you at all!” he squints his eyes in the dark, waving around to try and find you.

“Here,” you whisper, grabbing one of his wrists. “And you can see me if you blur your eyes. Keep me at the edges of your vision,” you turn his cheek with one hand, so it was just the outer corner of his left eye that was facing you. “That’s how you see spirits with mortal eyes,” you say.

“Thanks,” he says, scrutinizing you with one eye, “It’s like opals.”

You blush, and drop his chin. “Just try to keep up, okay?” He nods, and you turn back to the chicken coop. There’s not a lot of noise from inside, besides some rustling of feathers. You duck inside the squat doorway. It smells like wet straw.

The first chicken clucks a bit as you dart your hand beneath the warm feathers, and close around an oval object. Quickly, you start filling your basket with eggs. Just enough to not be noticed, only one or two from each nest.

The floor creaks behind you.

“Hey, chicky!” Luffy stage-whispers to the first hen in the row. “Got any eggs?” He starts poking at the hen’s face, and she wakes up with a squawk. No!

“Hsst!” You spit through your teeth, grabbing Luffy’s wrist. The other hens have started rustling more, and you’re reminded of the farmer’s dog. Your forearm stings at the thought of the old bite wound he left you. “Cmon,” you growl, pulling Luffy out of the henhouse. “Time to go.”

You dash outside, Luffy protesting behind you. A quick glance up at the moon, and a portal opens in front of you. You step through. Luffy tumbles in after you.

“Fuck,” you groan as you shut it behind you again, now safe in your backyard. You stomp over to your fire pit, and set the eggs down none too gently. Two clack against each other and crack. “Ugh!” You shout, kicking over a log. You whirl around to Luffy, who’s standing brushing himself off. Laughing.

“How dare you be that loud!” You accuse, face hot. He looks up at you in surprise. “We could have gotten caught!”

He holds up his fists, casually. “I could’ve fought them!”

“I didn’t want you to fight them!” Your ears are flattened against your scalp, your tails whipping back and forth in anger. “You can’t just keep fighting things for me! You have to listen to what I say! I’m saying it for a reason!” Hot tears are flooding your vision. Luffy steps forward, but you keep going.

“I’ve been bitten by their dog before, Luffy! I’ve been chased by their pitchforks! I’m smart, and I’m clever,” you wrap your arms around yourself, squeezing hard. “But I need food.” The months of scraping by on scraps has left burn marks in your gut. Your breath comes in ragged sobs. “If we had gotten caught, they could have set the dog loose on us again, and then he’d have both our scents. Or worse, they’d start chaining him to the coop at night. And then what’ll I do? What’ll I do once you’re gone?” You spit the last word out like stone, shivering with cold. You want your coat.

“I’m sorry, Just Kit,” Luffy stands in front of you, serious. “I didn’t think about your future. Or the danger I could’ve put you in. But,” he lifts his chin up, “Why don’t you just keep some chickens here? Seems like a lotta trouble for just a few eggs.” He raises an eyebrow, a challenge.

You shake your head back and forth, vicious. “There’s no animals here, Straw Hat. Just half-spirits, like me. If I try to keep a chicken here it’ll just die,” your voice is flat, “I’ve already tried.” You sniff, and wipe at your eyes. You glance over at the black hen’s grave, a bickering old thing who’d caught sick within a week. “I’m surprised you’ve survived this long.”

“There’s no half-chickens?” Luffy cocks his head. You huff out a breath, an almost laugh. You rub a palm against your cheek.

“Not that I’ve seen,” you say, sniffling a bit. “But if you find one, lemme know. Maybe there’s a spirit chicken with eggs you could actually eat.”

Luffy knew how you’d gotten here. Half-feral and bloody, banished by the spirit world to a realm in between worlds. Alone. Half-mortal, suddenly, with a body you knew nothing about. Nothing to eat, needing to sleep, unable to pass through the veil to go home. Nowhere was home for you, but here. Stealing eggs and tracking moon cycles, learning how to live.

“Come with me,” Luffy says, “And you’ll never be alone again.”

****

“What?”

You stare. His mouth is set in a firm line, his brows drawn down hard over his eyes. Blood is rushing in your ears.

“Join my crew,” he says again, arms crossed. “I have the best cook in the world. He could make eggs for you. And our navigator would like you. She steals things too.” He tilts his chin up, “And I could use someone like you.”

You shift. “What do you mean?”

Crickets chirp in the night. The moon is bright overhead, casting brilliant white beams all over the yard.

Luffy gestures excitedly. “Your skill! I’ve never seen anything like that, vanishing in midair! You’re good at hiding, and thinking things through. You can paint, too.” He puffs his chest out proudly, “I think the king of pirates deserves an artist, don’t you? Who else will paint my portrait?” He grins, and then turns serious again as he faces you. “But you have to want to. You still haven’t said if you want to.”

The pond ripples in the moonlight.

“I’m a mess,” you hedge, scared. He nods.

“I know.”

“I’m half-fox.”

“So what? I’m half-rubber.”

“I cheat,” you say, desperate, “I lie and I steal.”

“Pirate life sounds perfect for you,” he walks closer to you, glaring down at you in challenge. You think he’s going to ask you for a duel. “Unless you’d rather rot here all alone?”

You bristle at his taunt, tails whipping back and forth. He’s in your face now, nose barely touching yours. “Well, fox-tails? What’ll it be?”

Your heart pounds. You’ve never left this place before. Not really. But your eyes sting at the thought of having someone to share stories with over a campfire. Not just anyone, though. A whole group of people. A whole crew.

“Yes,” you breathe, “I want to come with you. Please,” you hitch another sob, “Please take me with you! I don’t want to be alone anymore!”

Luffy tackles you in a bear hug. “I’m your captain now!” He laughs, triumphantly, “And I order you to come home with me!”

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[lookismaddict]

GUYS, I HAD TO WRITE THIS REAL QUICK BEFORE MY MIND STARTS TO FORGET THIS. I just had a weird ass dream about Gun being a demanding teacher, making me and the entire class do group presentations on a big stage. But, he made us dress fancy for the presentation with expensive clothing and we have to meet the five minute mark every time each group has a presentation. We had to explain how did we interpret and analyze someone’s fighting skills in our own words. Imagine, him just sitting in the back of the room with crossed legs, observing your every move while listening to your words intently and the bright stage lights shined down on you. He was well-dressed with his usual dark suit and tie, and he smelled like Dior Sauvage. His caricature was stern, especially without his glasses showing off his dark irises and light pupils. He was strict, and didn’t show any mercy to those who didn’t follow the rubric’s rules to the presentation. He’d verbally roast us without hesitation if we even do anything wrong, and he’d mark it on his clipboard, taking off points from our grade. He didn’t care if we passed or failed his class, he just wanted to get it over with. However, when it was my turn to present with my partner, I tried looking for my partner backstage. While searching, Gun peeked behind the stage curtains asking if I was ready. I shook my head and said, “Just a minute! We’re still getting ready!” Gun’s intense gaze met with mine, until he said, “Hold on a minute.” He opened the curtains, wide enough for him to pass through them before closing them behind himself. I stood there paralyzed, as he walked towards me without even daring to look away. Once he stopped in front of me, he said in a dignified tone, “You should make sure you dress properly first.” His hands grabbed onto the sides of my unbuttoned mint colored long sleeved blouse, as I felt his hands brushed against my waist. When he pulled onto both sides of my blouse together to meet one side with the other, he began buttoning it down for me. I blushed wildly as I replied to him with, “O-okay, thank you Mr. Park…” He was intent with getting everything perfect, even for his student, saying, “Mhm…” Once he was done, he smoothed out my silk shirt, as he said, “I’ll give you five more minutes. Be ready when call time is announced.” I looked up at him with a nod, as if I was hypnotized by him. He gave me a charming smile as he looked down at me before exiting back through the curtains where he came from, leaving me in a sweet daze.

(BRUH, I CANNOT- WHY DID MY MIND PLAY TRICKS WITH ME WHILE DREAMING KNOWING THAT THIS MAN ISN’T EVEN REAL!!!! IM CRYING.) 😭😭😭😭

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[latelyanobsession]

K and E for Billy

(gif not mine)

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Billy has broken it off plenty of times with plenty of people, and he's done it plenty early too. Billy is a notorious saboteur. If he feels insecure in a budding relation- or situationship, he won't hesitate to sink it. The uncertainty of not truly knowing where his partner's true intentions lie, or if his partner cares as deeply for him as he does for them can really mess with his head. Could he talk to them? I mean... yeah? But it's not that easy, Billy would rather have his teeth pulled with a rusty pair of pliers one by one, than simply ask someone "do you like me? Like, really like me?" Because that would be weak, showing his soft underbelly. Handing you the knife, just so you can stab him with it. He's not stupid, he's had this happen before. Being vulnerable doesn't keep people around. Saying "I need you," doesn't make them stay. So why bother? If anything it's better to beat them to the punch and help them on their way sooner. It lessens the sting.

Even if you've been together for quite some time, it may be that Billy tried to bail on you early in the relationship and that you had to talk him back from the proverbial ledge on at least one occasion if not more. Later on when things started feeling a little too close, and a little too real for him he probably pulled back. He regressed back to his aloof self and acted how he did in the very early stages of your relationship. He tried desperately to throw up walls and hold them together with spit, gum, and sheer stubbornness to try and ward you off because it scares him.

Everyone important to him has left him. Everyone who's supposed to love him comes up short in the end. So why would you be any different? He's never wrong about these things. He's not about to let you in close enough to damage him in ways he doesn't feel he can return from.

When he can feel that closeness clamping down on him, locking his heart up tight. So much so that he feels like he's drowning just by looking at you. That's when he knows you've got to go. He'll start withdrawing, making less time for you, and brushing you off. Lying to you about his commitments, saying he's busy when he's really in his room laying on his bed and glaring at the ceiling. If he sees you at the end of the hallway, he'll turn tail and walk the other way, hoping that you didn't see him. He's going to fade, ghost you in the most Billy way possible. If you confront him? He's going to deny everything and become angry. It's his last-ditch attempt when cornered, and he hates it, but losing his temper at you will probably be the most effective way to put the final nail in the coffin. He's just sorry that it's going to hurt.

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I would say that Billy probably has a healthy amount of experience, probably more so than his peers, with the caveat that he also probably inflates and lies about how much experience he truly has. For example, he may have a lot of general sexual experience but he will out and out lie about exotic or unusual encounters in order to fluff up his so-called 'resume'.

Billy definitely knows what he's doing, especially when it comes to certain positions that he likes. He has spent extra time with partners (and on his own) mastering his favorites. Billy also is fairly open-minded and will either seek partners that he perceives are as willing to explore as him.

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[romeoandjulietyouwish]

this is for @somethingpoeticiguess thank you so much for submitting information for my marketing project!

Prompt: Percy h/c with vex in the broadway au

By the time Percy’s face is clean of makeup, he’s taken a shower, and changed into his street clothes, most everyone has headed home for the night. Keyleth left a while ago, popping her head through the doorway of his dressing room with a smile to tell him she was picking up takeout on the way home. Where she plans on getting food this late at night, he has no idea, but he is very much looking forward to a meal.

The Hunchback of Notre Dame has by far been the most draining show for all of them, emotionally and physically so some greasy take out sounds perfect right now. Plus he can guarantee when he gets back to the apartment, Pike and Keyleth will be fast asleep on the couch. And it’s his job to make sure that they don’t wake up with sore necks and backs. 

But as he’s jogging down the stairs towards the stage door, he hears someone talking. No one should be in these dressing rooms at this time of night, all the other cast members having headed home shortly after the show ended. With a frown, Percy turns down the hallway. Bulletin boards and posters line the hallway in addition to the dressing room doors, declaring whose they are with colorful signs. All of the doors are closed except for one, Vex’s. 

He can see a light on inside and as he gets closer, he can hear her talking.

“You didn’t see the way he looked at me, Vax.” Vex’s voice is thick with tears. The sound makes Percy’s heart ache. He’s never heard her sound like this, so distressed and upset. There’s a long pause where Vex sniffs and then, “I-I know. I’m coming home soon, it’s just-”

Percy peers through the open door and sees Vex sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch. Her knees are pulled to her chest, tears running down her cheeks. She’s dressed in her street clothes, a thick sweater and leggings, her hair is still done up how she does it for the show but she’s taken her makeup off.

Vex turns and looks at him, eyes widening in shock. “Vax, I’ll call you on my way home, okay? Love you.” 

As Vex sets her phone on the floor beside her, she wipes her eyes on her sleeve, “I thought you left already.”

Percy shakes his head, walking in, “I’m always last out. I like to take a shower here to avoid the stage door. May I?” He nods to the empty space beside her. Vex sighs but nods, moving over slightly. Percy sits down beside her, extending his legs out. “What happened?”

“My father came to the show tonight,” she tells him, voice thick with tears. Vaguely Percy remembers that Vax sent him a text about it a few weeks back. “He came backstage and he…he took one look at me and said I looked just like my mother. And the way he said it…I just knew that he didn’t mean that in a good way. He-He looked at me with such disgust and I-” Vex breaks off with a sob, covering her mouth with her hand. 

Percy immediately pulls her into a hug. He’s not good with affection, he’s not good with comfort, but when it comes to Vex, he can’t just watch her cry. He and Vex have been together for a few months now, it’s been absolutely wonderful, but he knows she’s been keeping him at arm's length. And he understood, it’s not easy to be vulnerable in front of your partner. He’s no hypocrite, about this at least, he’s hard pressed to share much about his past at all. 

Percy holds her close, but gives her space to pull away if the affection is unwelcome. It must have been the right thing to do because Vex presses her face into his shoulder, clinging to him tightly as she cries.

Percy just rubs her back for a moment before saying, “He’s a bastard.” Vex laughs wetly, lifting a hand up to wipe her eyes. “I’m serious, Vex’ahlia.”

She lifts her head, swallowing thickly, “I know. I’ve just…I’ve always wanted to make him proud, to do something worthy of him claiming me as his daughter but nothing I do is ever good enough.” Her words are filled with venom.

“You are more than enough,” Percy tells her, his voice full of conviction. “You have nothing to prove, you deserve far more than him.” He reaches out and touches her cheek, moving her hair from her face. “But your father was right about one thing.” Immediately her face fills with hurt and she starts to pull away, but before she can, he says, “You do look just like your mother.” He nods to the picture of Elaina pinned to her dressing room mirror. 

Vex wipes her eyes again and looks at the picture too. In it, Elania is sitting on a porch swing, her thick and coily hair pulled into a bun on her head. She’s wearing a dark purple dress, the same color as the one Vex wears in the show. And she’s smiling at the camera, looking so incredibly happy, crinkles at the corners of her eyes. 

Vex smiles sadly, “I guess I do.” Then she shakes her head. “And because of that, he will always see me as scum on his fucking boot.” 

Percy takes her hand, “And your brother will always see you as his strong twin sister and Velora sees you as her amazingly cool big sister,” Vex laughs a little. “And-”

“And you?” Vex asks, looking at him with those beautiful, tear filled brown eyes. There is such vulnerability in her face that Percy’s heart aches and he knows he will be able to tell her nothing but the truth.

Percy smiles, “You are utterly charming,” Vex laughs, “and witty and brilliant.” Percy touches her cheek, “And as beautiful as your mother.” 

Vex’s bottom lip wobbles for a split second before he suddenly finds her in his lap, kissing him. Her tears are salty between their lips, but he doesn’t mind. He just holds her as close as she needs, hoping with each press of his lips to reassure her of how absolutely wonderful she is.

#broadway au #critical role #vox machina #tlovm #the legend of vox machina #percahlia