#why have i never watched this show before???

[shurisasthmaticgf]

the curls are curling: lando norris x black social media influencer fem! reader

summary: the secret behind why his curls have been consistently looking perfect is revealed.

authors note: i am still very new to formula one so please don't jump me if there is some slight inaccuracies. i did my best to look things up if i wasn't sure about them. this fic isn't based off of any race in particular either. also, this is a work of fiction meaning it's not REAL so please remember that as well! constructive feedback is heavily encouraged and very appreciated 🫶🏽

heat pooled through the open windows of the house as you ran around to try and get yourself ready for the long day ahead. you woke up an hour ago to give yourself two hours to get ready because today was a race weekend. usually, you only needed about an hour to get you and your boyfriend out the door but today you'd gotten up earlier to film a vlog.

the whole social media influencer thing was still fairly new for you, only having started to consistently vlog and post a few months ago. before you'd started dating lando you were posting here and there about your day to day as a university student and intern for a large company in the city. every so often one of your videos got a couple hundred thousand views but you didn't really mind that your other content only got a few likes...that was just how tiktok's algorithm worked.

once you graduated from university and your internship ended you didn't have much to vlog about until you decided to film a race weekend and post it. what you didn't expect was the video to get millions of views and likes overnight. a massive influx of fans followed but you didn't really pay too much mind to the number, this was just something you liked to do and people also liked to watch. with time you ended up opening a youtube channel where you posted longer vlogs and other videos, and tiktok became a place where you posted 1-3 minute clips of your longer videos. one thing you never really did was center your entire vlog around your boyfriend. sure, lando was the entire reason you ended up at races but you were also your own person...that and lando was oddly camera shy when it came to your vlogs so he often wanted you to edit him out if he happened to end up in the frame.

which is how you ended up in your bedroom with your tripod pointed the camera directly at you. you smiled widely, hoping that it masked the fact that you were nearly half asleep, "good morning everyone! it's race day and i'm gonna be taking you along with me. everyone's been asking for a longer race day vlog so i'm here to give you all what you want. first lets get into the fit- these pajamas were sent to me from Brooks Avenue, if you like them you can use the code Y/N for a little discount on your purchase!" you backed up to show off your pink and green pajamas that would have definitely cost an arm an a leg if they hadn't come in a PR package. the matching pink and green satin bonnet on your head slowly slipped down your forehead leaving you to push it back up with an annoyed huff. you explained to the camera once more, "okay and first i'm gonna brush my teeth then do my skincare routine...he's in the shower right now so the lens might get fogged up, sorry in advance." you knocked on the bathroom door to let your boyfriend know you were coming in before pulling your skincare products out of your travel bag. quickly you brushed your teeth with until you felt like you'd gotten rid of every trace of morning breath.

just as you finished your skincare routine, the shower turned off and you slipped out of the bathroom. while lando finished in the bathroom you sat back down at the vanity and situated the camera back in front of you. slowly you slipped the bonnet from your head and untied the silk scarf under it, letting the large twists in your hair fall against your shoulders. to the camera you explained, "it's gonna be really hot today so i'm just gonna pull the twists back with a ribbon and call it a day i think." you pulled a jar of edge control and a brush from your bag and began styling your baby hairs, effortlessly into swirls and swoops. a laugh fell past your lips as you admitted, "honestly the only reason i still do this is so my forehead looks slightly less...megamind-esque in pictures." when you finished you tied another scarf messily around your hairline and began gathering your twists into a ponytail to secure it with a holder and ribbon.

the bathroom door opened and lando walked back into your room, fully dressed but his button down left wide open exposing his bare torso. in his hands he held a blow dryer and two bottles, one leave in conditioner and a gel you'd bought for him a few weeks ago. you finished tying the bow around your ponytail then took the two bottles from him and plugged the blow dryer into the wall. a hand gently pulled on your hand and you looked up to see sleepy smile grace his lips, "good morning, beautiful." you drew closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him pull you in by the waist. his head nuzzled into your shoulder as your hand found the back of his head, stroking his hair softly with your fingers you murmured, "hi baby." you could feel the shy smile he wore against your shoulder until you pulled away from him. you pulled a robe from the back of the door and told him, "put this on." he knew most of the reason was so he didn't stain his shirt with hair products but another part of it had to be the fact that his shirt was wide open.

lando sat in front of the camera and you laughed at how awkward he looked compared to normal. you prompted, "baby, say hi to everyone. they ask for you all the time." he stiffly waved a hand in front of the camera and you sighed, "i don't know why you act so funny around my camera but everyone else it's fine." he mumbled a soft, "because it's you..." but only the mic on the camera caught it. he sat on the bench in front of you and slightly leaned back into your body before letting his eyes flutter shut.

meanwhile you showed the leave in conditioner to the camera, "this is the kinky curly knot today leave in-" despite his eyes being shut lando let out a small laugh and you asked, "what?" he mumbled cheekily, "kinky." you let out a exasperated sigh, "oh god you're like a child...anyways i was saying, i put a little of this in his hair but not too much just a tiny amount to add moisture." squeezing the leave in conditioner into your palm then applying it to his hair you hummed along to a sza song that ran through your head. the gentle work of your fingers running along his scalp nearly lulled lando back to sleep. you worked through his hair with a practiced ease, adding product and coaxing the curls atop his head to take perfect shape. not wanting to disturb his peace, you silently showed the matching brand's curling custard and then applied that lightly to his hair. once you'd finished you turned on the blow dryer, accidentally jump scaring your boyfriend under you. a soft melodic laugh fell past your lips and one hand fell to his shoulder before you leant down and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, "my bad babe." the camera didn't miss the way he leaned into your touch, pushing his cheek closer to you with his shoulders dropping further in relaxation.

not even half an hour later you were done and the light brown curls on his head were perfectly defined. you wiped your hands on the hand towel you'd slung over your shoulder earlier and laughed when you realized your boyfriend literally fell asleep. you gently cupped under his chin and pressed another kiss to his cheek. just above a whisper you mumbled, "all done, bubs. " he opened his eyes and smiled while you mused, “my pretty boy.” his cheeks flushed slightly, “thank you” and you brushed a few curls into place before looking at his reflection, "of course." he stood up and pulled you out of the frame to gave you a quick kiss before going downstairs where you'd meet him when you finished getting dressed.

the white and navy blue floral sundress you wore was both nice and simple enough to wear for today. simple gold jewelry and a pair of white sandals finished off your look and you grabbed the camera to show your reflection in the full length mirror on the wall, "all dressed so i'm gonna go meet lando downstairs and i'll see you all a little bit later!" you stopped recording and went downstairs to find your boyfriend sitting and ready to go, his cheeks burning pink when he laid eyes on you. a subtle fluttering erupted in your stomach at the familiar gaze, the one that made you feel like the only girl in the world.

*extra*

you scrolled through your social media accounts, something you never really did if you didn't have to. the first thing that came to your attention was the flood of pictures and comments that were about your boyfriend's hair. for the past few races you'd been doing his hair and more and more fans were noticing it looked better than normal. honestly, you found it amusing that people were bringing it up and so much at that, so you decided to add to the conversation just a bit:

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[clockwayswrites]

City Pigeons Bleed Green - Part 15

Danny was sitting on his bed, legs crossed with his blue bear set on his lap. He was stroking a thumb over it’s nose, gaze absently out the window.

Jason leaned against the door frame. “Danny?”

The blue eyes snapped to Jason. They were a different color from Bruce’s, just slightly. There was that damning green ring around the outside of the iris, just like Jason’s own, but the green bled less into the blue for Danny.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, sorry,” Danny said with a small smile and a duck of his head. He moved his hand from the bear’s nose to rub at the back of his neck. “I guess it’s just been a long day.”

“Makes sense, lot of busyness all day,” Jason agreed. It really had been. From meeting Steph with breakfast to games after when Tim joined them at lunch, new phone in hand, and then with Duke there briefly for dinner, fully suited up, the safe house had been full all day. Jason had worried about it being too much, but Danny seemed happy, if slightly quiet. But then again, Danny was almost always quiet. “Do you need me to stay? Nightwing will be here in about two hours to change over with B.B., but I’ll stay if you need me to.”

“No, you should go,” Danny insisted. “I’ll just be asleep, I figure I’m going to crash after today.”

Jason smiled a little. It was nice to have Danny sound more like a kid lately. “I bet. Call me if you need, O will make sure that the number on the phone patches into my comms.”

“What if you’re busy?”

“Then O will talk to you herself or pass you to another Bat. There’s always one of us around for you.”

Danny’s smile looked a little wobbly as he nodded, and Jason gave into ruffling the kid’s hair before he left to go make a much needed appearance at Crime Alley.

-

“You’re healing well,” Nigthwing said as he smoothed down the last bandage.

“Yeah,” Danny said softly, ruffling the towel one more time through his hair so that he didn’t have to look at Nightwing.

It was still a marvel to be touched gently like that.

They all showed such care with him and his wounds. It made everything all the more obvious to Danny. Nightwing and the others were interested to see if he was healing so that he could be well. His par— they had been interested for far different reasons.

He hadn’t seen it when he was a kid with scrapped knees from falling off his bike.

Now he couldn’t unsee it.

He was always an experiment to them, wasn’t he? He was never their kid. If he had been their kid they wouldn’t have been able to cut into— to take— to do… to do….

“Danny?”

Danny sucked in a sharp breath through his nose and tried to blink away the memories. “What?”

“There you are.” Nightwing’s smile was sad as he brushed back a lock of Danny’s hair. Hadn’t Nightwing just been wearing gloves?

Danny ran his fingers over his bear, grounding himself in the soft texture. His bear. He was on the couch wrapped in a blanket holding his bear.

He had just been in the bathroom.

Danny blinked slowly. “I, um…”

“It’s okay. You just went away for a bit. I moved you when you stopped answering me. It’s been about seven minutes. Nothing’s happened.”

“Oh.”

Hadn’t he been getting better? He hadn’t thought… Why did he have to think about them?

“Hey, Danny, it’s okay, you don’t have to cry,” Nightwing said, “or, you know, cry if you need to! That’s okay too. Just, we’re not going to let anyone hurt you here.”

Danny sniffled and turned his head to rub his face against the blanket. Nightwing shouldn’t promise that— he couldn’t promise that. They didn’t know what Danny was. They didn’t know who was after him. It was unfair to ask that of them— to make them feel like they had to promise him that.

“I’m okay,” Danny said with a watery smile.

He wasn’t.

“How about a movie?” Nightwing suggested and Danny was grateful for the out.

He tried not to cling as they settled into the couch to watch through the Jurassic Park movies.

“The newest one is stupid in all the right ways,” Nightwing said cheerfully. He must have known that Danny wanted to cling, because he tucked Danny close after everything was set up.

Danny watched the movie without seeing it.

They thought they had to take care of him.

They couldn’t promise that. They didn’t even have the whole story. Sure, Hood had died too, but he was so different than Danny in that. Hood had come back. Hood was alive. Danny didn’t count as alive anymore, not even in this form.

Did Danny ever really count as alive?

He was just an experiment.

A test.

He was never supposed to have ever been.

Danny let his eyes close. What movie were they on now? Did it matter?

Did any of it matter?

He wasn’t supposed to have ever been.

Maybe he shouldn’t have ever been, but there he was. There he was, dead and alive. A child and a monster. And he knew, worst of all, because of what he was they would never let him go. Danny knew that, it’s why he had run to Gotham. He thought that maybe if he could just get the money to leave the country somehow… Bruce Wayne had to be able to do that. Even if— even though there’s no way that Wayne would care about Danny, he had hoped maybe he could get the help. A one off to be out of Bruce Wayne’s life forever and not a media scandal. He just needed to…

The gentle fingers carding through his hair started to chase away Danny’s thoughts.

But the Bats had found him.

The Bats had found him and the Bats cared.

Danny wanted that. Danny wanted that so desperately that it hurt him. He’d been just taking advantage of it too, hadn’t he? Because he wanted it he’d been taking it without them knowing what he was. And now they were acting like they wanted him to stay.

But they didn’t know.

Danny’s breath caught in his throat, feeling like it was choking him.

He had run to Gotham. He had run to Gotham but that wouldn’t stop them. They would find him here. They would find him and because of him they would find Hood. They would find Hood and take him too. And then they would find Robin. They would find all these wonderful, kind people that had been touched by death in all these ways and they would take them. They would take them and cut them apart and—

Danny bit his lip so that he couldn’t make a sound.

They would find him if he made a sound.

“It’s okay Danny, just rest.”

Danny’s eyes snapped open. The afternoon light from the window in his room was playing across his face. His heart thudded in his chest. He was afraid.

But he was afraid with a sense of certainty that he hadn’t had before.

-

“Go get Danny for lunch,” Jason said as he flipped the sandwich on the pan with the same intense focus that he did everything these days.

Dick had to fight back a smile. Getting to be around his little wing so much over the past weeks had been great. Sure, Jason was still mulish and snapped easily, but Dick had also gotten to see so much more of who Jason was behind that defense. Dick loved getting to see that. Giving into the urge to smile, Dick gave a little salute and swung himself off the counter.

Maybe if they were lucky all this could continue after they got Danny settled. It had to, right? Jason seemed pretty attached to Danny, not that Dick could talk, so Jason was sure to come over to see their new brother. Dick would still have time with Jason.

Dick gave a soft knock on Danny’s door before opening it a crack. If Danny was still asleep, Dick didn’t want to startle him.

Except Danny wasn’t still asleep.

Danny wasn’t even in the room.

The bed was fixed and Danny’s tablet and phone sat neatly in the middle.

“He just in the bathroom,” Dick tried to assure himself even as his instincts screamed that was wrong. Silently, silently purely out of habit, Dick approached the bed.

The tablet’s screen was on.

Dick picked it up with hands that only stayed steady from years of training.

No.

No, no, no—

“Jason!”

-

Thank you. Thank you for saving me and caring for me and wanting me. Thank you. You all mean so much to me and that’s why I have to go. I have to go before they find me and then find you all too. I can’t let them find you. I’ll never forget you. Don’t look for me. -Danny

--- AN: *puts on my halo* I'm innocent?

This prob could use a few more editing passes but I am still sick and tired so taaaada (no concrit needed, it will get edited before ao3). Hopefully you all still enjoyed(?) it! Stay delightful, darlings.

#dp x dc #batpham #city pigeons

[milla-frenchy]

Imagine Tommy pussing you off so go find Joel, Joel fucks you, you call Tommy and put it on voicemail so he can here you screaming Joel’s name

Does Joel put on a show? Does Tommy jerk off ti the sound? Does Joel get mad at you for getting him involved in this and and and and-

Mood board @aurorawritestoescape 😍🤌 (pic for mood only)

0k7 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 | Masterlist Warnings: 18+ mdni. Infidelity, masturbation (m), degradation, piv, creampie. No age specified

a/n: @romanarose I changed a little part of your ask, hope you’ll like what I imagined 🙏 @aurorawritestoescape thank you for beta-ing 💕😘

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Joel was not particularly a good man. His sense of morality was questionable. It always had been, and that would probably never change. So when you knocked on his door to complain about Tommy after he ended up at Travis County for what seemed like the 100th time, Joel didn't think it could be a bad idea to let you in.

When you sat on the couch and told him that Tommy had hit on a waitress in a bar, and that her boyfriend had beaten him up before the two of them were taken away by the cops, he didn't even hide his smile. His brother had always been a loser, and that wasn't going to change any time soon.

“I’m so tired of his shit, Joel. How many times have I got him out of prison? And he was flirting with another girl. Again. I wonder if he fucked that one, too.”

And that’s how you ended up in Joel’s bed, legs spread, his cock pounding your cunt hard and fast, eyes fixed on your dripping hole, that was covering him in white.

When you got a call later that evening, your head was buried in a pillow and Joel was gripping your hips. You didn't even check who was calling you.

When your phone rang again the next day, Joel’s cock was buried balls deep in your core. And when he saw his brother's name on your phone, he told you to pick up. You were still pissed off and didn’t hesitate, putting the call on speaker just as Joel started fucking you again. Your moans were the only sounds that came out of your mouth.

“Uh, babe? What the hell is going on?”

“You broke your toy, little bro. Now I’m fixin’ it… oh fuck, that pussy’s so fuckin’ tight...”

“The fuck? Joel?! Babe, is that a fuckin’ joke?”

Joel was fucking you so good, spreading your walls around his cock and perfectly hitting your g spot, that you didn’t even bother to answer Tommy.  Besides, Joel was dealing with him perfectly.

“You didn't tell me she was so good at takin’ a cock. Suckin’ it too. Blew my load down her throat this morning. Been fuckin’ her all night, shit…”

“Fuck, baby? Why are you doin’ this to me?”

“Well, I think it has something to do with the other women you’re banging, jackass...” 

“Oh fuck, baby, come on… You know I love you, right?”

“Oh, shit. She’s suckin’ me in, Tommy. She’s squeezing my fuckin’ cock so tight…”

Joel knelt between your thighs, one hand gripping your waist, fucking you as if you were a rag doll. Rubbing your clit with his thumb, spitting on it for Tommy to hear. His brother was no longer talking, and you only heard his breathing. More and more unsteady.

Joel sneered and said “Jesus Christ, Tommy, you’re jerking off, hearing me fuck your girlfriend?”

You let out a moan that wasn't just from Joel's cock and finger.

“Gonna fill her up soon. Hope she’s on the pill or something, or we’ll have some weird family lunch, lil’ bro...”

You heard Tommy grunt, and the fist clenched on his cock sped up his movement. You could hear the fap fap fap as clearly as if he had been in the same room as you. Watching Joel railing you.

“Shit Tommy, you’re such a loser. Ya gonna fuck her through my cum tonight, uh? She’s so full of me, man…”

“Fuck, fuck, ‘m gonna come…”

“Yeah? Ya want your toy back after I fixed it?”

“Yeah, yeah. Baby, wanna fuck you… want you to be full of me too. Please? Please, baby. Lemme fuck you tonight.”

“Tommy…oh, fuck, Joel is fucking me so good… I’m gonna come on your brother’s cock… again.”

“Fuck, fuck. Yeah, keep talkin’ to me like that.”

“He made me cum so many times since yesterday, you know… Oh, god… His cock is so thick, baby…”

“Shit, oh….oh fuck I’m gonna…ah fuuuuuuuck.”

Tommy shot his load onto your bed and on his fist, and you came hearing his moans, clenching on Joel’s cock. He told you “what a good girl you were, taking his big cock so good” until he filled your cunt already full of his spend. You heard Tommy panting over the phone. “Get your ass over here and fuck her in my bed. And when you’ll stick your dick in her cunt, your cock will be soaked in my cum.And I bet you’ll cum in 5 seconds, little bro. Like a damn loser.”

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[qu1cks1lversb1tch]

Hello! Love your writing, so yummy. I was wondering if you would take a request? I was thinking what it would be like if Lucifer was dating a fem reader who was a fox sinner and she randomly does animal like things. I think he would be so interested in the ear and tail movement and would try to see what different things cause what reactions. Foxes are very wary so I could see her jumping easily and him taking advantage of that lol 😭. Then, if he would see her like "pounce" on Angel as a prank cause they're besties. Lastly, I just know if he heard her growl, his knees would get weak (imagine them having a growling fight for some reason cause he growled at Alastor that one time 🤣💀). Anyway, I'm dragging this on, so have writing this if you do! I'd appreciate it! *mwah*

A/N— Just when I think the requests can't get any better, another wonderful anon pops up to steal the show. I LOVE THIS so much. This is more or less a small compilation 💅🏻🦋 I had to do a little research for this one, but I think it's so silly 😭💖 I hope you have a wonderful weekend anon!

Animalistic | Lucifer x Fem Fox Sinner!Reader

Warnings: Reader is a common Red Fox Sinner, swearing (I mean, seriously — it's Hazbin 🤣), Reader being a menace to society

Word Count: 696

Summary: More often than not, your animalistic behaviors take over. . .

Lucifer watched you from afar — not in a creepy way, but in a ‘that's my girlfriend and I'm admiring her’ kind of way.

Right then, he was watching you wallow on the couch that had been placed in the lounge specifically for you, by Charlie, because you refused to sit on a piece of furniture that had the scent of the Radio Demon practically rolling off of it in waves. 

So the fucker went and sat on your couch.

The audacity. 

You were pretty pissed at the moment, which was evident by the growling and angry mumbling that became louder at times. 

He only caught a couple pieces of dialogue, like: ‘no fuckin’ respect for BOUNDARIES!’ And: ‘I ought ‘ta shit in that fuckers shoes!’ 

But it was enough to keep him attempting to hold in his laughter, which he ultimately failed in. 

You quit wallowing in attempts to get your scent to return back to the couch the moment you heard a noise. You jumped, one ear twitching while your tail lifted into something resembling a ‘u’ shape, showing you were now on high alert. 

The moment you caught a whiff of your boyfriend, you turned to face him. He was biting his bottom lip so hard to keep from laughing. 

You could only roll your eyes and stand from the couch, fixing your hair as you trotted over to hug him. “Better not be laughing at me.” You whined. 

“Your words, not you. Never you.” He replied, holding you close as you went about rubbing your scent on him as well. Just so no one would get any ideas. 

You were watching. Waiting. 

Your tail was swishing at your side in a playful manner, just waiting for Angel Dust to walk past the dark hallway like he did every evening before bed. 

The moment his footsteps could be heard, you were prepared to launch out of the darkness — something you hadn't done in months. 

He came into your line of sight and it was go time. 

Launching out of the darkness, you easily tackled your best friend, the two of you tumbling until you landed on top, pinning two of his arms to the floor with your sharp canines on display as you grinned down at him. 

“Gotcha!” You cheered happily, your tail swishing from side to side.

“First off, ouch, that fuckin’ hurt — secondly, why the fuck can't you ever attack the short king with your midnight zoomies?”

“He's almost always asleep at this time.” You pouted removing your hands from his arms, nipping at his hand when he went to pet your ears. 

“I dare you to wake him up next time.”

You grinned, getting off completely to help him up. Oh, you would.

Charlie approved of the relationship between you and her dad, but that didn't mean that she didn't witness some odd things whenever he decided to stay for dinner. . .

She could ignore you pouncing on him at random because you pounced on everyone except Alastor. 

She could also ignore him helping you hide snacks for later because she knew that a good snack didn't last long in the hotel. 

But it was harder to ignore you biting, growling, and scratching at Lucifer, laying on your back in his lap on your couch, with him growling playfully and running his fingers through your hair. 

It was cute in a way — her dad embracing the form you were given, and you, eager to play almost constantly. . . Except for when you were nervous or felt threatened by another demon higher on the food chain.

Though one look told her that he had hearts in his eyes. 

And you did too. Even when your sharp teeth finally latched onto his arm and you gently shook your head before releasing and bursting out into a fit of giggles that had Lucifer quit growling, instead leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead.

He smirked when your ears twitched and eyes crossed at the sign of affection. 

You growled in return, playfully nipping at his hand with a noise somewhere between a very fox scream and a whine. 

But it was all in fun.

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[jennifer-jeong]

[Fluff + Angst] [Boothill x GN!Reader] Homecoming

SUMMARY He thought he lost everything, but you were always here, waiting for him to come home

CONTENT Angst to fluff, happy ending implied basically, mentions of past traumas, ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

AUTHOUR NOTES Just read Boothill’s character stories… I am unwell… So I wrote this LMAOO enjoyyy GUH I just started playing the game but alas the hyperfixation is already here Also, Boothill, please actually come home please I have soft pity soon

WORD COUNT: 921

Boothill was visiting the Aeragan-Epharshel reserves, seeing what was left of his tribe, his distant family, and because honestly it was just one of those times where he was really missing home. It just hurt because home no longer existed for him. The memories still pop up sometimes. How he searched the entire burnt house for anyone, anything to rescue. It was years ago, but still haunts him, it always will. So that’s why he’s here. Just visiting because why not. No one quite knew him here, but it felt fairly cozy. The few buildings around the area were lively with families and they had farmland and livestock like he always did when he was younger. The sun was setting, lighting everything in golden and orange hues. He enjoyed the warmth on his skin, well, the skin on his face at least. A few of the townsfolk offered him some food since he was just passing by and because the town was so small, everyone knew when there was an unfamiliar face. They also wanted to help him because he helped where he could during the day, just helping people lift and move things, even catching a loose chicken. It was actually pretty nice and for the first time in a while, he smiled, just genuinely enjoying life, watching the sunset, sitting on a bench, eating his food.

It was peaceful and the warm breeze tousled his hair and brushed his face. But he also heard something insane, the name he hadn’t heard in years. It felt like it wasn’t even his name anymore but rather from a previous life in a different body. Worst or maybe best of all, it was your voice.

His eyes were blown wide, mechanical heart somehow racing. Was the robot body driving him insane? The doctor was pretty shady honestly, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she fudged his brain up too.

But still, curiosity made him look around for the source of the voice, even if it didn’t exist.

You watched him look around before shifting on the bench to fully turn to see you. Both your hands were hovering over your mouth, eyebrows upturned as your eyes couldn’t believe it.

When he turned, his eyes locked on your figure. Maybe you were just a hallucination, but hallucinations don’t age, don’t get more mature or taller. You look the same but different, and maybe that was enough evidence for him to believe he wasn’t psychotic.

He stood up slowly, taking careful steps towards you as your hands shook, adrenaline pumping through your body. It felt like it took hours for him to close the few meters between you but once you saw his eyes, you knew. It was him.

“Lord… It really is you,” you breathed out as you reached out slowly, not wanting to spook him but also barely believing that he was actually there. Your hands slowly cupped his face and he forgot how warm things like this felt. Tears pricked at his eyes. At this point he didn’t care if this was a hallucination or not, he just wanted to indulge himself for once. Just believe that he didn’t lose everything. That maybe he could still have you, one of his only friends outside of his family that he had while growing up. His first love that he never had enough time with, not even enough time to confess.

It was almost cruel how you felt the same and how much your heart ached upon seeing his teary eyes, frozen in disbelief, staring into yours. You brushed your thumbs over his cheeks trying to comfort him and show him you really were here.

He started to question himself. Why did he never check out the towns whenever he came back to investigate the IPC on Aeragan-Epharshel? Your house had been destroyed but he never confirmed your corpses, only those of his own family. It was too much, he just assumed the worst at the time.

But now here you are, tears streaming down your face, looking as beautiful as the day he first laid eyes on you.

“Darlin’… what happened to ya fer all these years?” You asked, questioning where he had been but also what happened to his body. You closed your eyes as your eyebrows scrunched together, unable to control your emotions and crying at this point. You quickly pulled him into a hug, arms wrapped around his neck. Reflexively, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in tight. Your chests flush against each other.

God how he wished he wasn’t cold metal right now. He wanted to feel you with his own skin, feel your warmth, how soft you were. But he could only barely make it out with the sensors on his body. Maybe he could get some upgrades? Link some more things to his brain?

He quickly snapped himself out of his own thoughts to finally respond to you. You shivered hearing his voice again.

“It don’t matter now sweetheart. All that matters is that I’m home,” he said slowly and shaky. You squeezed him harder as you started to sob into his shoulder. It made his own tears fall as he started to stroke your back.

“I thought I’d never see ya again,” you choked out.

“Same here darlin’,” he said, voice cracking.

“I’ll tell ya all about it, and ya tell me about yerself too,” he says between breathes, his throat closing from needing to cry. “I ain’t goin’ anywhere this time…

promise.”

Thank you for reading!

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[after-witch]

The Glass House [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Title: The Glass House [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Synopsis: You get your period and Mahito wants to run a few tests.

Word count: 3465

notes: yandere, consensual relationship, reader is on their period, mentions of other people's torture and death, humiliation relating to period, Mahito being Mahito is his own warning

It’s not often that Mahito bothers with your bathroom. Only, in the past, when you’ve been in it--naked and wet and usually mid-shower, as he apparently finds it entertaining to see what noises you make each time he surprises you. 

(Once, after comparing him to the killer in Psycho, he’d demanded to then watch the film. ‘But I didn’t stab you and you didn’t bleed chocolate syrup,’ he’d said, simply, after the scene in question.)

Today, though, he’s decided that there must be something interesting in there, because he’s spent the better part of 5 minutes rummaging--you can hear the sound of items being moved--in the closet and, judging by the sound of rustling, he’s now fiddling with the trash can.

“Hey,” he says, finally sauntering out of the bathroom. When you turn to greet him, a sarcastic remark about having fun digging through the trash on your lips, your heart stutters. 

In return, Mahito simply blinks at you.

“What’s this?” He asks, dangling one of your used pads from his hand.

The smear of dried blood in the center of the white pad feels accusatory, out of its proper context in the trash can. A bit of toilet paper sticks to the end of it, remnants of the ball you created to cover up your mess. 

“Oh fuck,” you say, reflexively. “Put that down! That’s--it’s--”

“It’s blood,” he says, giving the pad a sniff. “Smells funny though. Why’s it in your bathroom? Why’s it on this thing? When did you get hurt? Why were you hiding it in the trash?” The questions come simply, nearly rapid-fire. He probably says them as he thinks them.

Your cheeks burn something awful by the end of his questions, and your answer comes out half-stuttered. “It’s--I didn’t get hurt. I’m on my period.” 

One of his fingers is stuck to the bottom of the pad, and he peels it off deftly, holding it closer as you wish you could snatch it from his hands and forget this ever happened.

“Oh,” is what he says, eventually, with a quiet hint of curiosity. “I guess I’m lucky then. I’ve been wanting to study human menstruation for a while now.”

The word study sticks to your chest, but you aren’t able to peel it away so easily. You don’t want him to study you; don’t want to be under his scrutiny in such an obvious way. It’s easier to pretend he knows about people, about humanity, when you’re firmly playing at something closer to a normal relationship.

As if anything about this was normal. 

“Can’t you study one of your… experiments?” 

Experiments. Oh, what a simple, inoffensive word for what they really are--you shake that thought away as easily as a mosquito, though it never truly leaves the room. 

At this, Mahito’s eyebrows raise, and the edge of a smile tickles his lips. 

“Oh,” he coos. “That’s awfully selfish to say, even for you.”

He closes the distance between the two of you now, and you don’t bother resisting when he gives your chest a poke--thankfully with the hand not currently holding your used pad--and encourages you to sit back down on the sofa.

“I want to see.” Simple and clear, like most of the things he says to you. His directness with you is something that does make him stand apart from most people. If he wanted attention, he told you so; if he wanted to be left alone, the same. There weren’t mind games with him or--or hell, if there were mind games, you were too stupid to notice them and that was just fine with you, because the alternatives of your past relationships had been far worse. 

“Why?” You ask, if only to delay the inevitable.

Mahito shakes the pad on his hand, smiling a little at the way it sticks, before he peels it off and sets it on the coffee table. He sighs. “Movies never show it. They always show the woman eating ice cream or screaming at her boyfriend or cuddling with pillows, but they never show what’s actually happening down there.”

You squirm without moving.

“It’s just blood.” Your tone stays flat, uninterested. If he thinks it’s boring, he might move on. “Nothing special about that.”

Mahito’s smile reminds you of an eel. 

“Then show me.” 

It’s not a request that you can parry off, so you don’t bother; instead, you spread your legs, pulling up your skirt so that Mahito won’t do it himself. You might just lose the garment entirely, if it was left up to him.

Mahito claps, then crouches down in front of you, getting far too close to your pad-clad underwear for comfort. He takes a sniff and you’d like to die on the spot.

He gives the pad a poke. 

“Why do you put this in there? What’s it called again?”

You close your legs a little--instinct--and he holds them open for you. It’s easier that way, you think. Easier when he takes control and you don’t have to fight your instincts. 

“It’s a pad,” you force out. “I put it there to absorb the blood.”

He tilts his head. “Why?”

Your nose wrinkles at the question. “So it doesn’t get on my clothes or everything I sit on.” A ghost of a memory pushes through your brain--blood stains on school bus seats and church pews--and you force it down.

Mahito tilts his head, and you think he’s about to ask what you’re thinking about, but instead he sighs and rests his head against the edge of your thigh.

“Humans are so squeamish.” His fingers reach up and climb up your leg, dancing on your inner thighs, towards the pad. You twitch--it tickles--and he smiles. “Does everyone use pads?” 

“No,” you say, as he grips the top of your underwear and begins to slide them down. You do move, now, but not to oppose him. It would be pointless. Instead you hike yourself up a little, so that your bare privates aren’t touching the couch. “Some people use tampons,” you finish, as if you’re not sitting here, hunched on your sofa, while a curse pulls down your underwear to get a look at what’s underneath.

Mahito glances up at you. He wants you to elaborate.

“A tampon is like a cotton stick, I guess? You put it up--there--and it absorbs like a pad. But from the inside.”

“Oh!” The edge of Mahito’s fingers play with the pad on your underwear. “I guess some of my experiments have been on their period, then. I wondered what those were.” He pouts, just a bit. “Maybe that’s why some of my experiments haven’t been working out right. I wasn’t taking menstruation into account.”

The thought has your stomach roiling. But you don’t want to talk about it. Don’t want to think about it--what Mahito does, when he’s not here, and how what he does is just as much a part of him as the moments when he’s snuggling with you in your apartment or fucking you into your mattress.

When you look back at him, he’s grinning.

“You’re squeamish, too. About my work.” He presses a kiss to the inside of your knee. “Don’t worry. It’s cute on you.”

With that, he gives up all pretense, and peels the pad away from your underwear in one swift motion.

“What are you doing?” You ask, even though you know the answer.

“Keeping it.” He sets it next to the already used pad. In contrast, the pad he’s just peeled away still has mostly brighter red blood on it, rather than the dull, brown old blood from the bathroom trash can. “I want to see how long it takes for you to bleed through your underwear. And some more things,” he adds, casually.

Oh, you think. This is too far, too weird. It’s puncturing the bubble you’ve created around you and Mahito in a way you don’t like.

“Mahito, I am not--”

In an instant, his eyes are on you. It’s a look that says, “You are,” and your lips feel like they clamp shut without hesitation. Something low climbs into your stomach and takes root there. When your shoulders slump, defeated, he pats your knee in appreciation.

“We’ll have a slumber party this week,” he tells you, voice getting more giddy as he goes on. “For three days? Four? However long you bleed.” He stands up and begins to survey your apartment, but for what you don’t yet know. “I can get a lot of experiments done in four days.” 

You don’t have the heart--or the stomach--to deny him.

--

When you were thirteen, you once got your period in the middle of class. You didn’t know it until you leaned forward in your desk to get a closer look at what the teacher wrote on the blackboard--your needed glasses at the time, and didn’t yet know it--and one of the boys behind you let out a distinct tween boy guffaw, snickering just loud enough for everyone to hear: “Dude, that’s fucking nasty.”

And then you’d felt it--wetness clinging to the inside of your black pants. And you’d scooted back, looked between your legs, and there it was: a smear of red on the dull grey chair. 

You were too embarrassed to do anything but sit back down, cheeks so hot that you began to sweat, and listened as everyone behind you began murmuring about your period. You had wanted to die for almost two weeks, and for the rest of your school career, you wore a sweater around your waist just in case you started without warning. 

That incident, as life-defining as it had been, was not as embarrassing as what you’re going through right now.

“Mahito,” you mumble, voice thick from your tightened throat. “Is this really necessary?”

Mahito, seated at a folding table he’s hauled into the living room, glances up at you. You, naked as the day you were born and perched awkwardly on top of a porcelain bowl that Mahito had shoved underneath you.

“Which part? The bowl or you being naked?”

“Both,” you blurt helplessly.

Mahito smiles. It’s such a pretty, awful little smile. “The bowl is,” he admits. His eyes leer over your body, awkward as it must look right now. “I just like to look at you.”

God help you, you feel flattered; the warm flush in your skin tingles with the new emotion. Mahito’s praises never failed to make you feel like that, even in the midst of something like this.

Mahito abandons the table and squats in front of the sofa, peering in between your spread thighs at the bowl underneath. You squirm, and he smacks the inside of your thigh sharply. You stop moving.

“I thought it would come out faster.” His tone is soft, low. Detached to everything but mild curiosity. Like a child studying an insect in a chair. “But it’s more… oozing than anything.”

“Don’t call it oozing,” you say. 

Before he can answer, a timer resting on the folding table dings delightfully. Mahito doesn’t waste time and yanks the bowl out from underneath you, leaving you to land flat on the sofa with your bare ass.

“’Hito!” You whine. “It’ll stain!” Thoughts of having to get the smeary blood out of your couch override the desire to keep your whining to a minimum, lest Mahito get annoyed with you. But, you think, it doesn’t matter much now. He’s not even paying attention.

Instead, he whisks the bowl over to the table and places it on the scale to weigh.

He sighs out something like disappointment. “It’s not that much blood at all, really. I don’t know why women complain about it so much in movies.”

He wasn’t paying attention to your whining earlier, but he does hear your incredulous intake of breath at his words. He glances back at you, confusion written on his face.

“What? It really isn’t. Now, when someone loses a limb, that’s real blood loss. And it spurts out, instead of oozing.” He nods, affirming his thoughts to himself. “That would be something to complain about.” 

“It’s not just the blood,” you say, half absent. Your mind drifts to when and where and how Mahito might see someone lose an arm. Did he cut it off? Or another curse? Did the blood droplets spray over his face? Did the person die right away or--

While you were lost in thought, Mahito left his post at the table and returned to crouch in front of you, now sitting flat on the sofa despite the inevitable stains. 

“Go on,” he says simply, all the while pushing your thighs apart with his hands. There’s a bit of blood smeared on the inside of your thighs and he leans forward to give it a lick. The awful feeling nesting in your stomach bristles. 

“Don’t.” 

Mahito blinks up at you. “I want to,” is all he says, before he does it again. 

The look he gives you--Will you try to stop me?--is met with you dropping your chin, just in time to see him smile. He gives another lick. “Tell me what else makes you complain when you’re on your period.”

You think about the sneering boys behind you at school, the way one of them tapped you on your shoulder and said, voice full of glorified condescension, “Aren’t you even wearing a pad? That’s nasty.” 

Instead, you rest your hands on your naked stomach and murmur out the answers Mahito wants to hear.

“Cramps.” You swallow, forcing yourself to taste the ghost of your milkshake from lunch this afternoon and not the bile that wants to come up. “From the um, uterus contracting. It can hurt really bad.” 

One of the girls in the class discretely handed you a pad, but your embarrassment had been so awful that you pretended not to see her, even when she waved it in front of you. “What a bitch,” she’d murmured to a friend afterward. 

“Back pain,” you continue, voice cracking. “And you can get tired. You want to eat but can’t… or you don’t want to eat at all, sometimes. It’s just… a lot of stuff.”

Your body jolts when Mahito puts his hands on your stomach--he wouldn’t transfigure you, he’s said that, and you remember his words well. But it doesn’t stop you from imagining.

“Is that why women get angry when they menstruate?” The mild glare you give him is met with the most innocent of expressions. “What? It’s what all the movies say. Though the man usually gets hit with something after he says it.” He smiles, as if daring you to hit him. You don’t.

Instead, you keep talking. Maybe it’s a way to ground yourself. Maybe you just want to talk to fill the space where dead, disfigured women, corpses created at Mahito’s whim, exist.

“Your hormones can fluctuate.” You smile a little at the forced nostalgia. “Sometimes I get really upset over dumb things. Especially when I was younger. One time, I sobbed because my mom said she was going to get fast food for dinner and she changed her mind.”

Mahito rests his elbows on your thighs, digging into them harshly. His hair tickles your skin, and you wonder, idly, if he’ll get your blood on the silver strands.

“Do you want to cry now?” He asks, almost sweetly. “I wouldn’t mind.”

Do you want to cry? No. You might, though, if things keep going the way they are. So you dig your teeth into your lip and shake your head.

“No. This is just… embarrassing, I guess.” To be naked. To be bleeding. To have Mahito sitting there, your blood on his tongue.

Mahito quirks his head, then scoots back to pry your thighs farther apart so he can get a better view of your bleeding privates.

“I don’t see why humans get so embarrassed about their bodies. It seems silly.” He rests his chin on his elbow for a moment, hums, then hoists himself up and returns to the table where he’s got a few used pads and the bowl still lined up. 

“Mahito?” You ask, while he’s tinkering with his findings. “Can I put my clothes on now. And a pad?”

“No,” he answers, voice light, without even looking behind him. “I need to put this inside you first.”

You do move to get up off the couch now, a pang of fear shooting through your stomach, but you stop when he turns around with a wrapped tampon held aloft. Where did he get it--the thought flickers, and turns into something more pressing: Why does he have it?

But you know the answer, don’t you?

“I don’t use tampons.” A useless thing to say, but you say it anyway.

He simply blinks at you, and crouches back down in front of you, parting your thighs like air.

“They’re uncomfortable,” you try, louder.

This time, he stops moving, and a little bit of hope flickers through you just long enough for him to furrow his eyebrows.

“But when I make my penis, it’s much bigger than this, and you don’t say it’s uncomfortable.”

Your mouth opens to answer, and your tongue sticks to the inside. It’s stupid to argue with him when he’s got his mind set on something. So you don’t.

When you don’t continue to complain, he nods, then unwraps the tampon and skims the back of the wrapper. At least he’s reading the damn instructions, you think, in the instant before he awkwardly shoves the tampon inside you--too rough and hard, and you whimper as it pinches  in an entirely awful way.

Mahito’s lips quirk. He checks the back of the wrapper again, tsks at himself, and pulls it out. This time, the insertion is less chaotic. It’s still sore, but no longer painful. Just… uncomfortable. 

“Aw.” He pats your thigh. “You did great. Let me start the timer!” He jumps up, hair swinging as he rushes to begin the timer for whatever phase of the experiment he’s on.

“Can I put some clothes on now?” Though you’re no longer hoping to avoid staining your sofa, it wouldn’t be awful to be a little less vulnerable in the moment.

Mahito taps his chin with his thumb, considering. Then he shakes his head. “I want you naked. But we can cuddle on your bed for this part, so you don’t get crabby!” 

There’s no time to voice a complaint or offense; he hoists you up, some of the blood that had smeared against your bottom rubbing off on his arm as he carries you into the bedroom. He doesn’t seem to mind; he simply plops you on the bed--fuck, your comforter--and hops on to wrap himself around you.

Silence stretches around you, even as he wraps his arms tighter and presses his nose against your neck.

“Are… we done after this?” You venture to ask, quiet and tired.

Mahito talks into your neck, cold breath--is it even breath?--ghosting your skin. “Oh, no. I have lots of things I’d like to find out this week.” You can feel his smile pressing into you. “You’re being very helpful, you know.”

“I am?”

Mahito hums against you, and sniffs your hair. His answer is so light and sweet, the contrast makes you feel a bit sick.

“Earlier, I’d considered just grabbing someone to experiment on instead, but since you’re being so sweet about everything, I figured I’d just use you instead.”

The dread in your stomach puffs up, its sodden hairs standing on end. 

“So you saved me from having to find at least one woman to test my questions on. Maybe two,” he adds, voice still light. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”

“Nice?” You ask, voice hollow.

Mahito presses a smooch to your neck. “Don’t most people feel nice when they do a good deed?”

A good deed, to stand in for women who might have otherwise died horribly. For women who would have spent their time not thinking about humiliating childhood period experiences but their families--their partners, their children, if they had them. 

A good deed to snuggle with Mahito, while miles away, someone was begging for death from underneath a mass of twisted flesh.

“I guess.” Your voice cracks, but it doesn’t bother him. You suppose a lot of things don’t bother Mahito and so often, you try not to let them bother you. 

He sighs against you, and presses his hands lightly where you’d laid them earlier to indicate your cramps. His fingers dully stroke against the spot, and you wonder what it would feel like for his fingers on you not to bring mild comfort and the growing tingle of affection--but terror and pain and fear.

You wonder, too, if Mahito ever thinks the same thing.

#mahito x reader #yandere #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere mahito #yandere jjk #afterwitch writes

[ihopeiexplode]

BasketballPlayer!Sukuna Headcanons

(he's your boyfriend in this)

Content: Fluff(?) . Slight Angst(?) .

A/N: okay guys u can send in threats again I forgot about Abt denial 🔥🔥(I also have no knowledge Abt basketball what so ever🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️)

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna is the type to make it publicly known that both of you are dating, he could be interviewed by someone first thing he'll mention is your name, most of the time he isn't even talking about how the preparations for his game went, he's just talking about you

Safe to say everyone who tries interviewing him knows he'll just be talking about you instead of himself...

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who would always make sure you're there during his practices and games with the excuse of you being there is his good luck charm he just likes to show off how good he is in basketball

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who hates it when you two have an argument right before a game, he absolutely hates it when his girl is mad at him how could he play well when you're not there to watch him and cheer him on? But surprise your there watching him just making sure to stay seated somewhere far so he won't see you

But of course His mood would change when one of his teammates told him they saw you somewhere in the crowd

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who always always plays roughly and aggressively whenever you two have another petty argument

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who gets easily jealous and possessive when another man talks to you while you're giving him the silent treatment, just because of that he'll always make sure to flirt with the girl interviewing him and making sure you'll see the whole thing

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who loves seeing you wear his jersey, I mean why would he? Your wearing a shirt with his signature number and his last name

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who hates it whenever you act sad because of some stupid rumor you heard ever since you two started dating

Sure he was a playboy before you two started dating, but the only reason for that is because he never met you yet, seriously the term that your friends keep telling you is ridiculous.

“Don't date basketball players or they'll play your heart like they play basketball” as if he'll do that to you. (Thankyou @/aireia for this line also double credits to rais friend for making the line‼️‼️)

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who destroyed his own teammate during a practice just because he asked if Sukuna could set him up on a date with you? Doesn't he know you're taken?

Safe to say the guy never spoke to you or Sukuna ever again 🗣️🗣️‼️🔥

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who loves it whenever you overpamper him just because he got hurt during a game, so whenever he gets hurt he won't accept any help unless it you who's helping him,

he'll even purposely hurt himself if your giving silent treatment just so you could pay attention to him again but if that doesn't work?

He could play with a broken ankle and refuse any medical help unless it your helping him, he'd rather play with a broken ankle than receive help from someone that isn't you

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna is the type to say "This one's for you" whenever you watch him practice, and every time he does this he's always looking right at you due to how confident he is that he won't miss If he ever misses he'll blame it on you saying how you distracted him

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who hates it whenever his teammates tease him on how he changed and became less aggressive when you two started dating, there right of course he just doesn't wanna admit how he takes his games much more seriously just because you're watching him and how he'll always win every game just to see that stupid smile on your face.

. BasketballPlayer!Sukuna who only lets you and you alone interact with him whenever he loses a game, only because he gets absolutely aggressive whenever he loses and his teammates are aware of this of course, so imagine their surprise when Sukuna isn't verbally degrading you while you talked to him

[⛩️] @: Likes & Reblogs R appreciated! ^^

#jjk Sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jjk ryomen sukuna

[woso-dreamzzz]

Daisychains II

Marta Torrejón x Caroline Graham Hansen x Child!Reader

Summary: It's gardening day

Caro had never really noticed the amount of plants at Marta's house. Well, she knew there were a lot but she had never really noticed just how many there were until she started visiting more regularly.

Usually, Marta would come to hers for dates but with you warming up to her, Caro came to Marta's every week.

She shifts the bouquet to her other hand as she rings the doorbell. There's a shuffle inside for a moment before she notices you peeking out through the curtains and disappearing again.

Marta opens the door and you peer out from behind her legs.

"Hi, Caro," You say, your voice soft and gentle.

You're wearing a pair of overalls and your welly boots. You seem quite overdressed for what is a very hot day in Barcelona but Caro doesn't question it as she hands you the flowers she picked out especially for you.

She brings you flowers every time she visits now and you're always happy to receive them. You do a very impressive job of keeping them all alive for weeks at a time and, honestly, Caro's a bit in awe of how you do it.

"She was very excited to see you today," Marta says as she watches you put the flowers in a vase you'd already prepared.

"Really?"

"Of course, I think you're her favourite person now."

The tips of Caro's ears turn pink as she bashfully looks down. She feels shy all of a sudden. The feeling only deepens as she feels a small hand take hers and looks to the side to see you smiling at her.

You look a little shy too, your hand dwarfed in Caro's.

"Mami," You say to Marta," Can I show Caro my garden?"

Marta laughs, pushing some strands of hair out of your face. "Well, it is gardening day, isn't it? Why don't you show Caro all your plants and I'll fill up your watering can?"

"My frog one?"

"Yes, your frog one."

"Okay." You tug lightly on Caro's hand and guide her out of the back door.

Caro's never been in the garden before but she's not surprised that it's very clearly yours. You've got plant boxes against the fences and a little swing she knows is the same one that Marta sat in to announce your arrival on social media.

It's got little cushions and looks meticulously cared for even though you're now six and it's been there for at least a few years before you were born.

You've got flowers against one of the fences and you pull Caro over to them.

"These are my flowers," You say.

The long box is separated into smaller boxes, each with their own flower in them.

"These are my roses," You say," And these are my tulips. This one's for my orchards. They're still little though so they're still growing."

"They look very nice."

"Mami is helping me," You say, pulling her across the garden to your other plant box," This is for my vegetables. We're growing broccoli and peas because they're healthy!"

It's the most talkative Caro's ever seen you.

You show her every inch of the garden and Caro doesn't even care that the sun is horrifically hot and she could quite possibly get sunburn.

Marta comes out soon after with a frog watering can and helps you water all your plants.

"It's gardening day," Marta explains as she and Caro retreat to the garden swing while you pad around with much smaller plant pots," Every Saturday when we don't have a match."

"She's good," Caro says.

"My parents got her a gardening set when she was three. She's been hooked for years now. All of her books are about plants. She doesn't like storybooks anymore. Just ones about gardening."

Caro sips on her lemonade as she watches you pour soil into an empty pot, watering it liberally before scattering a few seeds in and covering them. You set the pot on the garden table, right in the sun before hurrying off to grab a different pot.

"Clearly they've paid off. I think you might run out of space soon."

Marta groans jokingly. "She asked me for allotment space for her next birthday. What six year old knows that word? Allotment."

Caro joins in with her laughter, setting her drink down as Marta calls for you.

"Conejita! Come have a snack please!"

You huff a little bit, patting the petals of the flower you were pruning before hurrying over.

Marta had brought out carrot sticks earlier and you easily wiggle your way between her and Caro to eat them.

"Conejita grew these all by herself," Marta says as you munch," Didn't you?"

"Mami helped," You say to Caro, nodding earnestly," Do you like them?"

Honestly, Caro doesn't really like carrots at all but she still takes the one you offer her. She nods. "I really like them."

You beam.

"It was mine and Mami's special project," You explain," We had a lot of fun!"

Marta laughs, pulling you into her lap and sticking a floppy straw hat on your head to protect you from the sun. She bounces her knee a few times and you giggle.

"We did have a lot of fun, Conejita. I love growing things with my girl."

"I love growing things with you too, Mami!" You lean into her as you eat your carrot snacks. You suddenly have a thought and sit upright again. "Can I have a special project with you too, Caro?"

"I..." Caro's ears turn red again. "I'd like that."

"Mami, did you hear? I can grow something with Caro!"

"I did hear. It'll have to be next week though so you can have time to decide what you want to grow."

You wiggle around until Marta sets you on your feet and you grab Caro's hand, pulling her inside.

"We can grow flowers!" You decide," I have a book so we can choose! Come on, come on, Caro!"

Caro allowed herself to be led back inside and sat down on the sofa. There are flowers from last week set out on the coffee table and you drag over a big flower encyclopaedia from the shelf.

It looks very heavy but you stubbornly refuse to let Marta help you carry it. She smiles fondly at you as you place it in Caro's lap and begin to look through the pages.

"Conejita," She says as you and Caro debate what flower you're going to grow together," Should I put these away?" She's holding last week's flowers and you quickly shake your head.

"No! Wait, please, Mami!" You take them from her and glance at Caro. "I know they're not daisies," You say," But can you teach me how to make a flower crown with these too?"

You're very lucky because most of Caro's free time has now been taken up learning how to braid flowers together for exactly this moment.

She places the book to the side and hefts you up onto her lap.

"I'd love to."

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[holylulusworld]

Go to hell

Title: Go to hell

Written for @buckybarnesbingo (Round 6)

Card: B004

Collaborator(s): Holylulusworld

Square Filled: K4: "Oh, hell no."

Ship/Main Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Ex!Reader

Rating: Mature

Major Tags/Triggers/Warnings: jealousy, ex! sugar babe trope, mentions of daddy kink (but no one is into it), groping, fluff, hopeful ending

Summary: He let you go.

Word Count: 1,3k+

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Written in Bucky’s PoV

She does it on purpose. I just know it.

Why else would she waste her beauty and grace on someone like him?

He’s old enough to be her father, and I’m sure she doesn’t have a daddy kink or daddy issues. I know her well, and she never showed any signs of being into men double her age.

She came here to my party with that man I despise the most. Not weeks ago, she was mine and screamed my name.

I said the wrong things after that night. I saw our relationship in a different light and had to make myself clear.

Now she hangs on that grandfather’s arm like a random arm candy, not the goddess she is. My girl always hated men treating her like a stupid bimbo. She is smart, and charismatic, but hides it well to play the perfect doll for this man.

I unclench my metal fist because, if I don’t, I’ll break that guy’s face. He leans closer to whisper something in her ear and Y/N giggles like a schoolgirl.

That’s not the noise she made when I whispered filthy things in her ear. She whimpered my name, and her knees buckled.

What she does with that man is all for show. She pretends to be with him to get back at me for not fulfilling her wish to make things between us official.

“If you keep in staring at her, you’ll hurt yourself,” Ayo smirks at me before turning her gaze toward the woman I was watching all night instead of enjoying the party. “I wonder how she ended up with him. I thought you and Y/N were going steady.”

“She was fun for a while,” I brush Ayo’s question off. I made my decision and won’t discuss it with people working for me. “Now the fun is over, and she can go out with whoever she wants to.”

“Says the man watching her all night,” ever the observant bodyguard she watched me all night only to find her boss staring at my ex-girlfriend…or rather sugar babe. “If that was my woman, I’d go over there and stab that old man’s face for grabbing her ass.”

“Grabbing her ass?” I jerk my head toward Y/N only to find her smiling at the guy. I exhale sharply when she pushes her ass into his crotch to grind into him.

Ayo dips her head to look at me. “It’s not too late, White Wolf.” She says before turning to take her place in the shadows to have my back like she always does. “Why don’t you go over there and show that little man whom your woman belongs to…?”

My shadow is not wrong. I could go over there and show that bastard Y/N belongs with me. But do I want to? If I step on that man’s toes, it means trouble. Even worse, Y/N will believe that I’m jealous of that old man.

“Ayo said you need my help.” I roll my eyes when Steve stands next to me. He tried to talk me into winning Y/N over the last few days. “How can I help you?” Steve smirks at me, like the cocky bastard he is. “Do you want me to bring her here? I can just throw her over my shoulder.”

“Why are you all so obsessed with her? I don’t want her back. She can fuck whoever she wants to. Even that old man’s dick,” I huff, and look away when she rubs herself against the man’s body.

“Do you want her to fuck him? Imagine she rides him, and he gets a heart attack,” Steve tries to be funny, but I can’t laugh. “She’s meant to be yours, not some old bastard’s toy.”

“She chose him,” I shrug. “And she won’t come back to me. I cannot offer what she wants from me.”

“A good dick?” Steve snickers.

“Commitment.”

“What did Beyoncé say?” God, I hate my best friend when he quotes songs. “Ah, yeah. If you like what you see put a ring on it.”

“You’re not helpful,” I sneer at Steve. “Stop quoting pop stars.”

“Punk. Beyoncé is not a pop star. She’s a goddess…” He grins before downing his drink. “If I had the chance with your girl, I’d put a ring on her finger.”

“You are a slut and love to whore around, Stevie,” I know Steve better than he knows himself. “You’ll never put a ring on a girl’s finger.”

“Maybe not her finger,” he gives me the dirtiest smirk in the history of dirty smirks. “I know better body parts to put rings on. I know that girl wearing a ring on her pussy lips.”

“I didn’t need to know that” I decide to get fresh air. If I stare at Y/N a little longer I’ll change my mind and break that old man’s face.

“Oh, hell no,” I hiss under my breath. All I wanted was to get fresh air, and now I’m staring at her backside because she had the same thought. She’s sticking her ass out, making her short dress rid up. I can see her panties, and my cock stirs in my pants. Treacherous bastard.

She turns around, and my stupid heart does somersaults when she looks me up and down. Y/N smirks, tongue poking out to wet her too-red lips. I remember she loved to leave my cock stained with her favorite color.

“You’ve got to be shitting me!” She exclaims loudly. “Where is he? What did you do to him?”

“I did nothing to your gramps. Why would I? It’s not as if he touched what’s mine,” I snap at her, and she flinches. I regret my harsh words because she turns around to not look me in the eyes.

“Well, then leave me alone. He’ll be back in a minute. At least he’s not afraid to show anyone that he loves having me around.”

She ignores me then, staring into the distance as I stand behind her to admire her ass for a little longer. “Why him?”

“Why not?” There was venom in her voice, but her shoulders shook for a second. “After you tossed me out, I had to get back up and move on.”

“By selling yourself to that slimy bastard?” I don’t know why, but I grab her arms to press her against my chest. “Tell me love.” I nuzzle her neck. “Does he fuck you as good as I did?”

“He needed someone to pretend he still got it. And I needed someone to take care of me. Love didn’t work out for me so, that’s all I get for the time being,” she answers honestly as I drop my hands to her waist. “A limp dick, and a man believing I’m nothing but a doll he can dress and show off.”

She holds her breath when I kiss her neck. “How about I remind you how good it feels to be taken care of by a man not giving a shit on you.”

“Oh, Steve will finally make a move?” I chuckle at her comeback. “I didn’t know he’s into me but why not? I’m free as a bird.”

“Come to my bedroom, doll,” she sighs at the pet name, but doesn’t give in so easily. “Forget about him.”

“I told you that I can’t do this with you any longer,” her voice trembles as she struggles to not give in to my advances. “Love wasn’t in your plans. You told me so.”

“What if…” I bite my tongue for a second and take a deep breath. Maybe she doesn’t care for the old man and his dick. But soon enough someone will come along to turn her world upside down. “I’ll put a ring on that finger one day?”

“One day?” She sounds surprised but allows me to slip my hand between her quivering thighs. I find her panties soaked, and her pussy in need of my touch.

“How about we talk about our relationship in my bedroom?” I purr in her ear. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

“I can’t leave him all alone.”

“You can,” I nip at her earlobe, “and will, baby doll. If you do, I’ll put a ring on that finger…”

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[justalittletotheleft]

“daddy look! this body suit is supposed to be sexy! all it does is show off my diaper! can i please wear panties?”

you stifle a laugh as your girlfriend shows off her predicament.

“absolutely not sweetheart, just wear something else! how about a puffy skirt? maybe some baggy jeans? your options are a little limited with your diapeys bulk, but i’m sure you can come up with something!”

she pouts, stomping her feet as she begins to change.

“it’s not fair! you just don’t understand fashion! all the outfits you pick out make me look like a toddler!”

she is technically right, but she just looks so much cuter in pastels and girly things!

“so it’s a fashion statement to have a wet spot on your pants? i didn’t put you back in diapers just to be mean, if you could keep dry then we wouldn’t even be having this conversation.”

“you’re so dramatic! i’m not a baby, i can control my bladder just fine, for your information!”

when the bed-wetting started happening, you let it slide a little. being as gentle as you could with her, never complaining about waking up to puddles at 3am, and even trying alternative methods like alarms and fasting before resorting to diapers.

but when she started wetting during the day? you had to be firm. you can’t let her go around embarrassing herself all the time, her social status would tank if she became known as the girl that left every party early cause she pissed herself an hour in.

your eyes immediately go down to her diaper. she’d been in it for 30 maybe 45mins? and you could already see a yellow spot growing up the front, drowning the poor little bunnies on her diaper.

“are you sure about that baby girl? why don’t you give yourself a diaper check for me.”

she scoffs, rolling her eyes as she reaches down to the front of her diaper. you watch her face fall, going from cocky to shocked in moments, as she squishes the front of her soggy padding.

“i didn’t…”

she trails off, a blush starting to creep up her cheeks as she continues rubbing her diaper in disbelief.

“that’s what i thought princess. c’mon, daddy will pick out a nice pretty skirt for your to cover that pretty diapey and we can get going. wouldn’t want to be late, now would we my little leaky love?”

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Monster

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader x Lee Felix

Genre: Mafia, Arranged Marriage

Warning: None right now

Word Count: 3.4k

“Babe?” You call out, closing the front door of your apartment behind you. You set your bag down on the table in the front hall, slip off your shoes before making your way further inside. Heading into the kitchen, the lights are dim, your boyfriend's uniform is laid out on the table, ready for him to put on in the morning for the 24 hour shift he was going to be working. You wander into the living room, seeing Seo Joon sitting on the couch with his head laid back, softly snoring as the show he was watching continues. Gently, you push his shoulder to wake him up, grabbing his hand to drag him to your shared bedroom so you could both pass out. It was a long day and you were exhausted.

“How was your day?” Seojoon asks you, his eyes barely open as he slips off his shirt and then his pants, crawling into bed with just his boxers on.

“It was fine.” You mutter. “Pretty uneventful.”

“Sounds about right.” He says, letting out a big yawn. You crawled into bed beside him, scooching closer to him. You lean in to kiss him, his eyes shooting open. He turns his head slightly, so you catch his cheek instead of his lips. You're a little taken aback as you look at him, feeling hurt, which was a feeling you'd come accustomed to over time. You really weren't sure why you'd continued to let it bother you.

“I've got a big day tomorrow, I need to sleep.” He tells you, rolling over to face away from you.

“Yeah okay.” You huff. “My dad called earlier, I need to go see him tomorrow.” You say, rolling over too, your back facing his.

“I don't know why you're telling me, I'll be busy working. Again.” He sighs. You don't respond. You honestly don't know how to respond.

Your relationship with Seojoon wasn't always like this. At the beginning of the two of you dating he was very sweet to you, he would hold you, take you on dates, kiss you and actually be affectionate. Since he became a paramedic a year into your relationship, things have been different. He's been distant, cold and just not the man you fell in love with. You'd tried to talk to him about it - one too many times but he always said he was fine. You knew you weren't going to get anything out of him so you stopped trying. Sex was never a thing with the two of you, he told you from day one that he was saving himself for marriage, but that didn't stop the two of you from doing other things here and there, never consistently.

But now, it's been a year since any of that has happened, the longest it has ever been for you. The last time you rubbed your pussy on his clothed cock, you both came but the look he gave you made you feel like the most disgusting person, he looked at you with disgust. He made you feel insecure, but secure, and most of the time you felt safe with him. You also hoped that one day the man you fell for would return to you but for right now you were just taking it day by day.

**

The next morning, you're awake and dressed, ready to go to your father's house. Seojoon's side of the bed was cold, he had already been gone for hours.

On your way to your fathers house, you think about the talk you'd been hearing from various sources. Every person had been talking about these rumors that were floating around, things that were happening underground but you hadn't had a chance to speak directly to your father to see if there was any truth to any of it. He was the one you could go to about the things you'd hear and he would always tell you whether or not there was any sort of truth to any of it.

Your father was a very wealthy and a very feared man. A man that Seojoon did not know, and one you weren't sure if he would ever know. He was a man who took what he wanted, hurt whoever got in his way and made deals with a lot of people who others would consider to be the devil. You were the daughter of the second largest mafia organization in the country.

It was a life you had always known. Seojoon has never pressed the issue of meeting your father and you didn't know if you appreciated that fact, or sort of resented him for it. You also didn't think that confessing the fact that your father was participating in drug distribution, prostitution and all other illegal activities would do well to your relationship but part of you also wanted Seojoon to know where you came from. However, if you could trust him with that information, well that was a whole other story.

Late at night, when Seojoon was snoring beside you and you couldn't sleep, you thought about the things he didn't know or didn't want to know about, despite having been together for 3 years. He'd never asked you about your family, your childhood. The only information he ever got was things that you volunteered to tell him. Those thoughts would always leave you feeling confused about him, and whether or not he was truly in this relationship with you.

Your car comes to a stop in front of your fathers large house, two men in all black stand outside the front door, their fingers interlaced in front of them, not a smile on either of their faces.

“Wonho. Shownu.” You smile at both, they each give you a nod before opening the front door for you. You walk in, the familiar scent brings you back to your childhood, growing up in this house. The walls down the long hall are covered with pictures of family, friends and others your father has done business with. You make your way down the long hallway, listening to the buzzing chatter of the men roaming the house. It was always like this, as long as you could remember there were always so many people inside the house at all hours of the day and night. You've seen many things growing up here, men loading weapons in the living room, getting bullets pulled out of them on the kitchen counter. Going into the basement for a popsicle and seeing someone who ratted hung up with chains being tortured. It really didn't take you long to become accustomed to what was going on inside this house.

“Dad?” You call out, standing in front of the living room, but also near the kitchen and his office. It was always one of those three rooms you could find him in.

“In my office with Mia.” He yells back.

You figured. Mia was your half sister, his daughter but with the woman he married before he was with your mother. She was a few years older than you and the two of you never truly saw eye to eye. You felt like she hated you, and though she has never confirmed or denied, you maintained that thought.

“I've been hearing a lot of shit dad.” You say, walking into his office. Mia sits in front of your dad, who sits behind his desk. “You're marrying one of us off?” You say.

Mia looks back at you with wide eyes. “Is that what you wanted me to come today for? To tell me you've arranged a marriage for me? Because if that's true, it's not fucking happ…” She yells before being cut off by your father.

“No.” He says. “Well, not quite.” He continues. “Mr. Lee and I have been discussing joining our organizations. I've been wanting to get into trafficking and more in depth organized crime for a while, and he's been wanting to step foot into drug distribution.” He says. “You two know as well as anyone the best way to combine is through marriage.”

“I'm in a relationship though. A good.. well, a relationship.” You blurt out. Your father did not know about Seo Joon. Or so you thought.

“Yeah I know, with the nurse, or whatever. We're going to have to have a chat about him.” He says, pointing at you.

“He's a paramedic, dad.” You correct him. Your father just stares at you before turning to your sister.

“Mia, I mainly mean you. Mr. Lee has two sons. Lee Felix, and Bang Chan, as you know Mr. Lee took Chan into custody after Mr. Lee's best friend, Chan's father passed away. I don't give a fuck which one you choose, but you need to choose one. We’re having a party if you will, tomorrow. You'll meet them then. I expect you to wow them.” He explains. You take a deep breath, so fucking relieved its not you, but slightly stressed that your father knew about Seo Joon. You shouldn't have been surprised. You should have known your father finds out everything.

‘So I don't have to be there, right?” You ask, smugly smirking at the back of Mia's head.

“You are expected to be there, Y/N.” He says. Your smirk fades quickly. “Understood?” He asks.

You nod your head. “Yes sir.”

“What if I don't want to?” Mia asks, crossing her arms.

“This isn't up for fucking debate, Mia. Either you do it or I'll kick you out and cut you off.” Your father threatens.

The room is quiet.

Mia shuffles in her seat, uncomfortably as the awkward silence continues.

“Do I make myself clear?” He asks.

“Crystal.” She says, abruptly getting out of her chair and storming out of the room.

“Well I'm gonna head out.” You say, clearing your throat before turning towards the door.

“Y/N.” Your dad begins. “That boy. The one you're dating. It would be in your best interest to break things off with him.” He finishes, looking down at a stack of paper.

“We've been together for a while. We live together. I'm not going to just leave him. I know you haven't met him yet but..” you continue on.

“I don't want to meet him. I'm telling you now to end things. That's all. I've got work to do, I'll see you tomorrow. Don't be late.” He says, cutting you off. Typical of your father. You wished one of them had wanted to meet the other one.

You left your fathers house annoyed. Not really wanting to go to the party tomorrow but also at how your father acted. How could he tell you to break up with Seojoon without even having met the guy. As you drive off the property, you call your boyfriend just to check in and see how his day is going.

“What?” He snaps, answering the phone.

“Woah, sorry. Was just calling to check in.” You mumble.

“Well I'm busy, sorry.” He sighs. “How was your dad's?” He asks. You perk up a little at his question.

“It was fine. He wanted to let me know about a party he's throwing tomorrow evening.” You say. “I don't suppose you'd be feeling up to accompanying me?” You ask.

“I have to work, YN. I picked up an extra 12 hour shift after this one so no, I can't come with you to your fancy party. Some of us have to work for a living.” He snaps.

You're quiet.

So is he. For a second.

“I gotta go. Bye.” He says, hanging up the phone. You really fucking wondered why you were even in this clearly one sided relationship.

That night you ate dinner alone, crawled into bed alone, and woke up the next morning alone. You checked your phone and you didn't even have so much as a “Hi” text from your boyfriend. You felt done. You didn't want to try anymore, you didn't want to care anymore. It was exhausting to be in a one sided relationship with him. You were done being the one to call or to text. You were done being the one to start conversations or be affectionate. Whether or not he noticed would be the sign that you needed on if you were going to continue things with him.

Later that afternoon you got ready for the party. You hadn't heard anything from Seo Joon and you weren't going to be the one who messages him first. If he wanted to talk to you then he would reach out to you. Arriving at your father's house, the front door is wide open, you can hear the music from outside, as well as a ton of people waiting to get in. Shownu and Wonho were standing in front of the door, checking the lists to make sure only the ones your father wanted got into the house. There were too many groups who either wanted to ambush your father or get into business with him and he didn't want to deal with it tonight.

“Excuse me.” You say. “Pardon me.” You say, moving through the crowd of people towards the front door.

“You look good.” Wonho smiles, winking at you before moving sideways to let you in.

“So do you.” You smile, moving past him inside. It was your typical type of party. Food, a lot of drinks and a lot of serious conversations and deal makings. You quickly grab a drink, chugging it back before grabbing another one and one more just in case. You looked around for your father to say hi, but instead your attention was caught by an extremely handsome man trying to talk to your sister. You sat on the couch behind them, listening to him try to say anything at all to Mia.

“Hey there.” He says, going to tap her on the shoulder.

Mia doesn't even give the poor man any acknowledgement. You take another sip of your drink, smiling as you watch him awkwardly stand there, trying to figure out something else to say.

“Hi.. uh, are you Mia?” He asks. She turns to look at him, scoffing before turning back to those she was talking with. You can't help but laugh, a little too loudly. He turns to look at you as you cover your mouth, trying to hide your giggles.

“What?” He asks.

“I.. nothing.” You smile. “Good luck with her.”

“Believe me.” He sighs, sitting next to you. “I don't want to be talking to her, but my father is making me.”

“You're one of the two who is supposed to get married, aren't you?” You ask.

“How do you know that?” He asks.

“L/N Y/N.” You smile.

“Ahh, the sister to.. that one.” He laughs. “Bang Chan, but you can call me Chan.” He smiles. Before you can answer, a second, overly attractive man stands beside Mia, smiling. He tries to talk to her, but she gives him the exact same treatment as she gave Chan.

“Bro. Don't even bother.” Chan sighs, pulling him to the couch. “YN, this is Felix, Felix, Y/N.”

“Hi.” You smile.

“Mia's sister.” Felix smiles.

“The one and only.” You laugh, finishing your drink. “You're better off not to even try with her, she doesn't want to get married.” You say.

“You say that as if we actually have a choice.” Felix laughs.

“Well, I mean.. it sucks to suck.” You grin.

“You do know that whoever she doesn't pick, is marrying you, right?” Chan says.

You choke. You don't know what you choked on, but it was something. “I.. what? No, that's not a thing that's happening.” You laugh. Your dad would have told you, right? “Besides, I'm in a relationship.” You say.

“Ah, yeah, the cop.” Chan says, rolling his eyes.

“He's a paramedic.” You respond, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh right.” He snickers. “The paramedic.” He says, looking at Felix, who gives him a knowing look.

The rest of the evening you spent with both those men. The conversation flowed so easily, nothing was forced, you never ran out of things to talk about with them. It was honestly refreshing. The fact that they asked you questions about yourself, things that Seojoon hadn't even asked you, and he was supposed to be your boyfriend. At the end of the night you said your goodbyes to them, and you didn't want to. You wanted to continue being with them, there was just something about them that made you feel safe and secure being around them. That night when you got home, your apartment was empty. You walked in, got yourself ready for bed, checked your phone and there were no messages from Seo Joon. At this point, you were tired of him not even trying with you. You didn't care anymore. But you did care about what Chan had said earlier. you couldn't get it out of your head. You laid down, your mind replaying what Chan had said about Seo Joon, over and over.

“Ah, yeah, the cop.”

He wasn't a cop. Those are two very different professions, you can't just mistake a paramedic with a cop. You closed your eyes, and it takes you back to a moment where you had overheard a conversation that made you question, Seo Joon. Honestly at the time you had thought he was cheating on you, but now you weren't sure if it was cheating or maybe he really is a cop?

You were laying in bed, alone, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Seojoon had been in bed with you but you assumed he thought you were sleeping when you heard him on the phone.

“Hey..” he sighs. “Yeah no, I know. No No, I don't think she suspects anything.” He chuckles. You can hear him shuffling around in the kitchen. “Look, I'm trying my best here with her. This shit isn't easy.” He snaps. “I'll try that. Yep, I'll keep you updated. Bye.” He begins walking towards the bedroom, you lay back down, closing your eyes, snoring softly. You can feel the bed dip slightly beside you. He scrolled through his phone for a few minutes before he plugged it in and went to bed. You barely slept that night, wondering if he was cheating and who he was cheating with.

You close your eyes, wanting to stop reliving memories that hurt you. It wasn't beneficial for anyone. You tried to sleep again, until your phone pinged. You had hoped the message was from Seojoon.

It wasn't.

[From: [phone]] Hey, Y/N. It's Chan.

[From: [phone]] And Felix. It was good talking to you today.

[From: [phone]] It was. We wanted to know if you wanted to hangout tomorrow night?’

[From: [phone]] Unless you and your ‘paramedic’ boyfriend have plans?

You chuckle at the conversation already.

[To: [phone],[phone]] No plans. What did you guys have in mind?

The next night, even though you knew better, you put on your little black dress that hugs your curves, your favorite shoes and got yourself out the door, without a word from your boyfriend, if you could even call him that anymore. You wanted to forget about him tonight. You walk outside your apartment, looking around, you hear a car honk at you. You turn to look, seeing Felix smiling as he holds open the passenger door for you.

“You look beautiful.” Felix says, helping you into the car before closing the door.

“He's not lying.” Chan smiles.

“Thank you guys.” You laugh. “Where are we going?” You ask.

“Some of the men in our group own a club. We were thinking of drinks and maybe some dancing.” Chan smiles. You buckle your seat belt happily.

“Sounds great to me.”

The three of you sit at a table, drinks scattered all around. You're all drunk, laughing, having a great time until you turn your head towards the bar, and you see Seojoon standing there with a woman. Your smile drops, you look away, Chan and Felix notice immediately.

“What?” They both ask. Felix stretches a little, looking at the bar. He spots Seojoon immediately, and understands.

“That's him right?” Felix asks. “Your boyfriend?”

“How did you know that's him?” You ask.

“Believe me, I know a lot of things.” Felix says. You turn around to look at him, just in time to see his arm snake around the waist of a woman you recognized.

Chaeyoung. She was Seojoon's partner at work. Why were they dressed up and at the bar? Why didn't he tell you? Why wasn't he at work? What the fuck was happening?

“You okay?” Chan asks.

“I'm fine.” You smile. “That's his work partner. It's fine. Everything is fine.” You mutter.

Everything was not fine.

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Dot and Bubble thoughts

This episode was first and foremost an allegory for racism and the entitlement of white elites, and this little touch of “charging rebranded as 'work'”(because it's 'tedious') is interesting here.

Lindy later says "my job's not easy, I get chapping" which shows she clearly hasn't worked out that "work" has become a meaningless phrase in their carefully-controlled society.

Before this, Ricky says people used to do 'manual labor, for money', but Lindy still self-identified as a wealthy person when Ruby asked, and said "Only people who can afford it" are sent to Finetime, yet

So... I can understand why some people feel that this episode is trying to take a shot at Gen-Z and no one else, but I will say it does seem to be a valid critique of performative activism.

Lindy mentions that she is using 'refurb' clothing and therefore isn't using up any of Finetime's resources, which is one of the only indications we are given that this 'utopia' is, of course, falling apart. The other indication comes in the opening of the episode when the newsreader informs them "Not going to lie, we are having trouble with the weather satellite".

A friend of Lindy's compliments her outfit- a woman who says "Kindness all the time" (an ultimately hollow phrase) is preferable in this society to The Doctor and Ruby, who are seen as impolite for daring to interrupt their bubbles, but, ultimately, The Doctor is shut out due to racism and colorism. Ruby is an outsider too, but because she is white and blonde and blue eyed they never question if she is a "contagion".

The Doctor was no 'ruder' than Ruby, but Lindy focuses on him anyway.

I appreciate that we see an early indication of Lindy's selfishness in her first meeting with Ricky here.

Interesting that instead of "heaven's sake" Gothic says "For land's sake". This makes sense for a culture so clearly obsessed with Manifest Destiny, and of course reaffirms their belief that Finetime is "heaven", of sorts.

It's clear that they still have some Religious/Phantasmagorical connection to a mythical heaven, as Lindy says "You mean she's in The Sky? Isn't she lucky!" rather than think about the realities of death or an afterlife. And just in case we were wondering if this culture was religious, they invoke the deity (and Manifest Destiny) directly:

The specific way in which Dot and Bubble forces the viewer to sit with Lindy throughout the episode- static scenes shot of her very boring life and her extremely vapid, empty social life (which I appreciate The Doctor calls out as being enough to drive the AI to homicide) makes us feel trapped and complicit in her behavior, and Ricky's, too.

We're watching the narrative unfold from within the bubble and the screen is literally obscured, peeling back the layers until we finally meet the doctor in person- but Lindy's reaction is off.

And then... We don't follow them. The camera shrinks back, and the impossibly wide world which they wanted to conquer shrinks back into a tiny dot as their boat fades out into the horizon. We're left with Ruby and The Doctor and a TARDIS which is bigger on the inside, but we don't see inside her.

Great work from the director of photography here and amazing work from the cast and crew all round to make a script which must have looked extreme repetitive on paper- the constant use of the word "Forwards. Forwards. Forwards" must have been a hard slog in the read-through— work so well onscreen. How prodigious that it would appear have been too expensive to film during the 11th doctor's era and was shelved for more than a decade until we could get Ncuti Gatwa to fully embody this experience.

This episode was an excellent satire (of multiple things!) and I'm not sure it would have landed the same way in a previous era... But it feels incredibly timely now if you are willing to listen to it.

#long post #I didn't mean to write so much sorry #Dot and Bubble #Doctor Who #Doctor Who spoilers

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Sweet little Angel ! K.SN

Synopsis ୨୧ You were an hopeless virgin and you've started to feel frustrated that nothing was working for you. You didn't know how to properly pleasure yourself , felt too shy to buy yourself toys and you didn't know how to pleasure a guy if the time ever came for that to happen. Who else would've been a better teacher if not your best friend Sunoo .who also happened to be a cam boy, whom you trusted with your life?

Contains ୨୧ Nsfw (mdni),Soft dom!Sunoo , friends to lovers (kinda), Corruption Kink, fingering , Oral (F!receiving) , body worship, nipple play/stimulation , slight teasing, Cam boy!Sunoo , jerking off, Sunoo is a Pervert, mentions/use of sex toys, reader is the same age as Sunoo

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Wet sounds , breathy moans , soft pants — the chat was going wild as Sunoo fucked his flesh light , the silicone toy spreading whenever he slid it down on his cock. His face was out of the frame, only his swollen parted lips could be seen , the first couple buttons of his white dress shirt gave the viewers a silver of his chest. Strings of lube and pre cum stretched from his pelvis to the toy as he moved it up , the strings breaking as he moved it back down — the corner of his lips lifting up into a smirk as he got another donation.

"Thank you so much for the huge do— nghh haah donation 'PrincessKitty' , for that , I'll give you a nice cumshot", Sunoo let out a breathy laugh , biting his swollen bottom lip as he sped his movements up before he removed the toy of his cock — wrapping his hand around it as he slowly stroked it . His cock twitched in his hand and he shuddered slightly, white ropes shooting up and landing on his white dress shirt , white pearls of cum rolling down his flushed tip.

He watched the way more donations popped up , laughing softly as he panted , wiping his hand on a wet towel he already prepared on his desk. "That's all for today , tune in next time to watch me again", Sunoo said as blew a kiss to the camera before turning it off , sighing to himself as he looked at the mess he made. "So fucking messy today..", He mumbled under his breath , unbuttoning the dress shirt completely and taking it off , wiping his cock clean with the wet towel before he went into the bathroom to properly clean up.

"I earned so much money yesterday , it was unbelievable ", Sunoo grinned , dipping his spoon into his mint chocolate gelato to scoop some up — he wasn't shy when it came to talk about his little side "job" , you were his best friend after all , for a long time as well. If he were to talk to someone about he wasn't as close as with you , he'd never even mention that he was a cam boy. "Well , you do have a pretty face..", you replied awkwardly , you weren't uncomfortable with the fact that he's a cam boy , you just felt a little awkward because he always talked about what he did , how good it felt and you just wondered — why couldn't you make yourself feel as good as he does? "Oh , no , I don't show my face on camera. They only see my cock but I guess they just love the way my cock looks", Sunoo replied , shaking his head a little before he looked at you.

He could tell that something was wrong , but he didn't want to come as pushy yet he couldn't help himself but ask. "Are you okay? Something is bothering you , you know that you can tell me everything", Sunoo's tone was caring as he gently placed a hand on your shoulder , watching the way you snuggled back into the cushion of his couch. "It's just... okay , please don't judge me", Sunoo raised a brow at your reply , nudging you slightly so you'd continue. "I'm just..— is something wrong with me?", his mind was already running places , thinking that some guy you had been texting with , much with his dismay , did something to make you think like that.

"If this is about a guy , fuck him , nothing's wrong with you", Sunoo mumbled , scooping up another spoon of gelato into his mouth. "No it's not about a guy! I can't pleasure myself!", Sunoo choked a little on the gelato that was melting in his mouth , coughing slightly as he turned to look at you. "What?", You shook your head a little , mumbling that it's nothing and that he should forget what you'd just said , feeling embarrassed with yourself. "No , don't be embarrassed . I was just surprised since you've never opened up about your sex life. So , you can't pleasure yourself? ", you nodded a little at his words , hiding your face in the fuzzy blanket that was thrown over the two of you. "Like at all? Or have you never had an orgasm at all?", he asked , his spoon hanging between his lips as he looked at you, encouraging you to talk about it.

"I don't know like I've tried , it only feels good for a few seconds and that's it. I can't even make myself cum , I've tried fingering myself , stimulating my clit , humping a pillow — none of that worked. Is there something wrong with me..?", You mumbled , your chin resting on top of your knees as you hugged your legs to your chest. "Have you tried out toys? Most females can't orgasm without the help of those", Sunoo asked , sighing a little as you shook your head. "I'm ... too shy to buy toys for myself and too paranoid to order one. What if it accidentally gets delivered to my neighbors and they'd think it's their package and open it up just to see a toy", You ran a hand through your hair , your cheeks heating up a little the more you talked about it.

"I could buy you one? I mean , you're in your twenties and never had an orgasm before, that's kind of sad..", but also cute , was what Sunoo wanted to add but he didn't. "What about when you hook up with guys? Can they make you cum?", at his question , you hid your face under the blanket and mumbled something which he couldn't hear so he asked you to repeat yourself. "Sunoo I've never... had sex before or got intimate with a guy. The only thing I did with them was make out", his eyes widened a bit at your confession , his heart pounding against his ribcage as he swallowed thickly , his cheeks flushing slightly. "Wait sooo ... you're a virgin?", a small affectionate giggle came from him as you once again nodded instead of verbally replying , muttering a quiet "cute" under his breath. "(Y/n) , it's totally okay that you're still a virgin. That's kind of cute and nothing to be ashamed of. You know , I can always help you", Your head peaked out of the blanket as his offer , watching the way he let out a small awkward laugh , rubbing the back of his neck.

"Maybe I went too far by offering that , but you know that I'm really experienced so I thought that I could offer my help , if you feel uncomfortable with that , I'd totally understand and apologize for even suggesting it", Sunoo apologized profusely , your cheeks heating up more. Was he really offering himself? "I... I'm just a bit taken aback since you're my best friend but... I was actually thinking of asking you to help me since you do have quite a lot of experience and you're the only one I'd trust to 'teach me'. ", your response made him look back at you , feelings his heart grow warmer at the thought of you only trusting him to teach and show you how to properly pleasure yourself. "In that case... just call me next time and I'll come over.."

His viewers could clearly see it ,they could see the way his cock was harder than usual, pretty tip so swollen and already leaking with pre cum. His cock was twitching against his abdomen as he waited for more people to join his live stream, reading comments when one caught his eye. "Oh? You must be an avid watcher to notice that my cock is harder than usual", Sunoo let out a soft chuckle as he read the comment. "Why my cock is so painfully hard? Let me tell you what, a close friend of mine told me that she can't make herself cum , that she had never slept with a men and can't pleasure herself properly. The thought of it made me so unbelievably hard , she's such a cutie , such a sweet little untouched angel who will be corrupted one day by me. I've offered my help to her since we're really close", Sunoo replied to the comment , wrapping his hand around his cock as he slowly stroked it. "Will I make a video with her? No , absolutely not. I will not make a video with her unless she'd want that", he shook his head a little , leaning back into his chair.

He bit his bottom lip as he teased himself , slowly stroking up and squeezing his tip , imagining how tight you'd be. Clear pearls of pre cum started to ooze out of the pretty head , smearing against his hand as he squeezed it around it before stroking back down. Oh ,he can only imagine how sensitive you'd be — how sensitive your little clit would be if he'd touch it , how your body would respond if he were to leave little kisses on your belly and inner thighs , wrap his plump lips around your hardened nipples. You'd be so fucking cute. He let out a low moan , hissing slightly as he squeezed the base of his cock , imagining that it would be your cute little pussy squeezing him so tightly.

He threw his head back against his chair , his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed a lump, his fantasy running wild. He can already imagine what he'd do to you, first he'd taste your sweet little pussy , tease you with his tongue and making you cum all over it — then he'd finger you gently , stretching your tight walls out for eventually taking his cock depending on how pleasure drunk he'd make you. Or , maybe he'll have you sit on his face , kneading your ass while you fuck yourself on his tongue to desperately chase that orgasm you've been yearning for. The thought of it made him release a low moan , a quiet curse following right after as he sped his movements up. He was so lost in his imagination that he couldn't even focus on the comments flooding in or the donation sounds going off. All he had in his mind was how you'd sound while he ruins you , maybe have pretty tears running down your face as he overstimulates or edges you — then again , he couldn't do that to you , at least not on the first time.

His plan was to ruin you so much , you'd only come to him for pleasure and not hook up with random dudes who wouldn't even know how to treat a woman right , how to treat you right. He would mold you just like he wanted , make you his , ruin you to the point you'd only be cock hungry for him. He would make you his.

His jaw clenched as his body tensed up , a breathy low moan coming from his parted lips as he came on his shirt — the amount of sperm was more than usual , he was a down bad for you.

A frustrated groan left your lips as you once again tried to pleasure yourself — you just didn't know how. You couldn't find your g-spot inside you no matter how much you've tried to look for it , stimulating your clit didn't feel good if you did it , nothing worked. You look to the side , glancing your phone and debating whether or not to call Sunoo. You were desperate , you've been sexually frustrated for a while. Before you knew it , you already reached for your phone and called him. "(Y/n)..?", his voice was deep as he picked up , seemingly having woken up from a nap. "Sunoo... I need help...", you mumbled , the way you sounded so needy and desperate already gave away what kind of "help" you needed, hearing the sound of shuffling in the background. "I'll be there..", with that , he hung up.

The two of you lived in the same apartment complexion so it didn't take long for Sunoo to arrive , using the spare key you had once given to him in case of an emergency. In some kind of way , this was an emergency , in his eyes it was — he couldn't have his sweet little angel feeling horny and helpless without being able to do it herself.

Sunoo couldn't help but coo slightly as he stood in the doorway of your bedroom , seeing the upset yet embarrassed expression on your face — walking over to your bed and sitting on the edge of it, cupping your face gently. "Are you completely sure about this? We're crossing a line in our friendship that we will never return back from", Sunoo asked , looking into your eyes to see if there was any hesitance swimming in them. "Sunoo... I'm one hundred percent sure. You're my best friend, you're the only one I trust to help me with this.. or rather , teach me?", you replied , your words making a smile appear on his face.

"Alright , but before I'll do anything , do I have your consent to kiss you as well? It's part of the foreplay. And if I'm doing anything you don't like or feel uncomfortable with , you'll tell me okay? Communication is important when you'll get intimate with someone", Sunoo looked serious as he said that , maybe the most serious you had ever seen him in his life. You nodded slowly to which Sunoo clicked his tongue , shaking his head. "Words , I need words. Are you okay with me calling you pet names?", Sunoo asked , letting go of your cheeks as he put his hands on his sides. "Yes, I'm okay with you calling me pet names. I will tell you if you're doing anything that I don't like or feel uncomfortable with and you have my consent to kiss me", a smile spread on his face as you let out an almost obedient answer , his hand patting your head gently.

"Good girl , let's start..", His voice trailed off as he adjusted himself on your bed , scooting up a little and cupping your face before ending his sentence ; "..with kissing", his voice a mere whisper as his thumb gently rubbed into your cheek — leaning in slowly , your eyes closing as his lips collided with yours. His lips were soft and plushy against yours , almost like two pillows caressing your lips with how gentle he was — your hands slowly but surely moving to rest on his shoulders , a feeling of surprise washing over you as you realized how broad his shoulder actually were. He always wore clothes that were more loose fitting on his body , hiding his build with the pieces of fabric so you had never realized how muscular he actually was. A warm , wet feeling was present on your bottom lip — his tongue slipping between his parted lips as he teasingly licked your bottom lip, smiling slightly into the kiss when he felt your cheeks heating up under the pads of his thumbs.

The way your lips were moving , it told him that you didn't kiss with the right guys in the past — it was a bit clumsy and mindless but Sunoo though it was cute. He broke the kiss for a second to take a breather, his eyes gazing into yours while the pad of his thumb gently glided over the surface of your bottom lip. "Follow my lead , okay? I'll guide and teach you through anything. The way you're kissing... it tells me that you've only kissed and made out with guys who don't know how to properly kiss a Woman", Sunoo murmured , his face so close that his lips kept brushing up against yours as he spoke.

You gave him a small nod , your eyes fluttering shut as he kissed you again ,this time following his lead. It wasn't as weird as you had thought , at first , you were scared that it may be awkward — but it wasn't at all. Maybe it was for the deep bond of trust you two had , or maybe it was because of the fact that Sunoo had feelings for you that you didn't know of — seemed like as if your one sided love wasn't as one sided as you thought. It didn't even feel like as if you were kissing your best friend with the way he was kissing you. His lips slowly guiding yours to move along with his , parting slightly to take your bottom lip between his teeth and pull it back a bit before slipping his tongue past your lips. Your fingers held onto the fabric of his shirt on his shoulder , fisting it slightly — the kiss felt weirdly intimate and romantic , sensual even. Maybe that was just the way he kissed? Nonetheless, the way he kissed you send tingles through your body.

His right hand trailed down your sides slowly , resting on your waist to pull your body closer to his and his left hand moved the side of your neck , just holding and keeping you in place like that. "How do you feel , Angel?", Sunoo asked quietly as he broke the kiss, panting a little from the lack of air , a thin string of saliva going from your bottom lip to his before it snapped. "I feel good ... please continue..", you whispered , an almost proud smile settling on his face. "Such a sweet little angel, didn't forget her manners to ask for things. What a good girl..", his voice was a mere whisper as he spoke in such a sensual way , his eyes clouded with lust but he pushed that feeling into the back of his mind — this was about you , or rather about him getting the taste of your sweet first orgasm. The thought of it made his cock twitch slightly in his sweatpants.

Your bed creaked as he moved around on your bed, his back against your pillows that were propped up against the headboard, his hands on your waist guiding you to sit down on his lap — chuckling slightly at the way your face scrunched up as the fabric of your panties were sticking to your wet folds. Sunoo's cheeks started to flush slightly , thinking to himself how fucking cute you were. His left hand slowly slid under your shirt , fingertips gliding along your bare skin and grinning slightly as you shivered , your own hands resting on his shoulders. "You're quite sensitive..", Sunoo mused, his right hand coming to your face , rubbing his thumb against your cheek before taking ahold of your face — leading you back to his lips. The hand that was under your shirt slowly glided up to your chest, his hand halting in surprise as his fingers made contact with your soft tits — not having expected for you to not wear a bra but you were alone in your apartment after all, obviously you're not going to walk around wearing a bra.

Your breath hitched slightly as you felt the pad of his thumb circling around your nipple , your nipple gradually getting stiff from the stimulation before a surprised whimper got lost into the kiss , his thumb and index finger gently pinching your nipple. He broke the kiss to look at your face , basking in the sight of your swollen lips , his thumb gliding along your swollen bottom lip before he pushed his thumb between your parted lips. His left hand lifted your shirt up , high enough for your chest to be revealed to him and he bit his lip at the sight — he always knew that you had pretty tits , having imagined the way they'd look completely bare after the two of you went to the pool once , but he didn't know that they were that pretty. Your nipples were perked up , the cold air in your room sending a shiver down your spine , your lips closing around his thumb as you softly suckled on it — earning a quiet groan from Sunoo because of the feeling of your hot , wet tongue gliding along his thumb. His cock twitched once again in his sweatpants , his hair tickling your skin as he dipped his head down, a quiet moan getting muffled by his thumb in your mouth and pressing down on your tongue as he kitten licked your stiff nipple.

His plump , warm lips wrapped around the stiff nub , circling his tongue around it and sucking gently while his free hand went to massage your other tit and play with your nipple to not neglect it. Your hips slowly started to grind down against his from the sensation ,feeling your body growing hot and your hand moved from his shoulder to his hair , fingers getting tangled in his dyed locks as you pushed his head more against your chest. Quiet whimpers and quiet muffled moans were ringing in his ears like a lovely melody , pulling his thumb out of your mouth and pulling your mouth a bit open. "Let me hear you Angel , I need to hear if I make you feel good or not", Sunoo mumbled , kissing your right breast while he moved your shirt over your head , throwing it on your wooden bedroom floor , his fingers trailing down your torso. You could feel his fingers playing with the waistband of your own sweatpants , his fingers slipping underneath and playing with the waistband of your panties — hooking his fingers underneath it just to let the elastic band snap back against your skin — smirking slightly as you gasped out in both surprise and pain from the lasting sting.

Excitement started to bubble up in the pit of your stomach , his nimble fingers going to the front of your panties , grinning at the way you were soaking through the fabric as teasingly glided his finger between your covered folds. "You're so wet Angel and just for me as well, just from kissing and getting your cute little nipples played with — how cute..", Sunoo chuckled airily , leaning his back against the pillows as watched your expression change as he rubbed your clit through the fabric of your panties. Maybe he was cruel because he knew what you wanted , but he wanted to hear you say it. "S-Sunoo please... Don't tease me like that..", it was almost pathetic how you whined , yet so pathetically cute that his cock was painfully hard at this point. "Since you've said please and beg so cutely , I'll give you what you want..", he stopped rubbing your aching clit , lifting your hips up from his lap to help you take off your sweatpants together with your panties before moving you to lay on your back.

Your breath hitched as he suddenly moved himself between your legs, your cheeks growing hotter and your heart was pounding against your ribcage — feeling nervous , embarrassed yet excited at the same time. Your arms reached for a pillow , hugging it close to your chest to hide yourself , this was too much for your poor self. "Such a pretty pussy...", you could hear Sunoo mumbling to himself , his index finger gliding between your wet folds to collect your arousal , dull wet sounds coming from between your legs which made your ears burn — you were more than just wet. A shiver ran down your spine as you felt a wave of hot breathe hit your aching pussy , your hole clenching around air as he kissed your clit, a startled noise escaping your lips. "So sensitive...", Sunoo mumbled against your clit , wrapping his lips around it and gently sucking on it before flicking his tongue against it.

Soft mewls and pants came from you , your eyes closing at the unfamiliar feeling. Wasn't he supposed to teach you how to properly pleasure yourself? But here he was , flicking and flattening his tongue against your cute little clit , moaning into your pussy because of how sweet you tasted to him. His hands moved to grab your thighs ,fingers digging into the fat of them as he kneaded them. You were so soft in his hand , so sweet and easily breakable. His tongue moved from your clit to your drooling hole , his tongue sliding in and his the bridge of his nose bumped against your clit as he pulled you closer to his face. Your moans were like a melody to him , a melody he was growing addicted to along with your taste. His hands moved closer to your core , one hand letting go of your thighs to spread your folds with a V-shape of his fingers , his tongue going back up to your clit.

His fingers stopped spreading your folds apart , his index finger teasingly running along your hole and dipping in slightly , but not fully in yet before he slowly slid it inside — groaning at the way your walls were hugging him so tightly , almost sucking him deeper in. Your thighs started to tremble , your back slightly arching off your bed from the pleasure — he was making you feel so good, the pleasure almost dizzying. A loud moan escaped your lips as he slipped another finger in , curling them both and finding your g spot , his tongue working wonders on your clit. A burning feeling started to spread in the bottom of your stomach , your toes curling as your moans turning into heavy pants. You were getting close , was this finally the pleasure you have been longing for?

Before you could register what was happening , your vision went blank and your thighs trembled , closing around his head and keeping him in place as you came all over his pretty face. He didn't complain or say anything , instead he let out a quiet moan as he got a taste of your sweet release. He pressed one last kiss against your clit , pulling his fingers out and wiping them against his sweatpants , his chin and lips glistening in your release as he came back. "Mhm , you taste so sweet Angel. Such a sweet little angel indeed..", Sunoo mumbled , grabbing the pillow and removing it to see your face , pressing one last kiss against your lips. "That's all for today Angel... you're a bit overwhelmed so I'll teach you more next time. Also , don't be too shy to call me again next time", Sunoo winked , wiping his chin with the fabric of his shirt as he got up from your bed.

Your chest was heaving up and down as you watched him leave your room just to come back with a glass of water and setting it down on your nightstand ,walking over to your closet to pick out new clothes for you. "I have to go now , my shift is starting soon. See you later , Angel", Sunoo stroked your hair gently before he left , your mind still in a daze of what just happened . Your best friend just gave you the most mind blowing head and leaves as if he didn't just devoured your pussy — little did you know that his shift was only starting in 2 hours , having left early to jerk off in his bedroom and coming all over your worn panties he secretly took with him.

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latest fix rant time

none of my friends want to talk to me about monkey movies and then i remembered i have a whole blog dedicated to my latest fixations so. i've watched Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes two (TWICE ✌️) times in theaters. this was after watching the newer trilogy (Rise, Dawn & War) and the first 1968 original in prep.

things (SPOILERS!!!):

Kingdom's run time is 2 hours and 25 minutes. this is incredibly long for a movie. compared to 1968's 1 hour and 52 minutes, that's a half hour difference. Infinity War was 2 hours and 36 minutes for reference. that's a whole marvel cinimatic convergence, but ape. the run time isn't exactly the issue i've seen talked about. it's the pacing. sitting twice through this movie was not a problem for me. i sat there engaged all the way through. on the second watch, i tried to be mindful of times in which it might have been dragging for the average person, and i like, literally couldn't find any. pretty much every scene had meaning and didn't drag imo. which is something these newer movies do extremely well. Kingdom is pretty equally split between verbal communication and sign language compared to the first three before it. the apes use both verbal and visual cues to talk. but because they don't talk every single time, it makes every moment that they do feel special. it reminds me of the Quiet Place concept, where most of the movie you only hear a human voice a few select times when it's safe to do so. Rise, Dawn, & War were kind of like this, as Caesar only really spoke when he was trying to make a point or communicating to humans, who are mostly speaking in those movies. he speaks more as he gets more fluent, and by War, he can speak very well. we see other apes like Koba, Maurice, Blue Eyes, and Bad Ape also speak English. these moments are rationed pretty well throughout Kingdom, making the dialog more select and meaningful. this makes every time these beasts talk feel like it means something and isn't just fluff to fill your ears. every other scene feels like it's building or showing a side of a character we hadn't seen before, and the scenes between those advance the plot or are like, really action-packed. i just don't see why some people say it has pacing problems. it's just long. i understand the average person's attention span is super short, but when you're sitting down to watch two and a half hours of movie, you gotta know there's gonna be downtime. moments where they're not fighting or advancing the plot. and i think that's GOOD man. but im also not one for action/adventures very much so maybe that's it? i think a lot of people maybe watch these apes for the violence and conflict rather than their introspection, genuinely thoughtful world building, and complex characters. and hey, that's completely fine to enjoy, but POTA is originally about morals and asking the audience questions and posing dilemmas to popular beliefs at the time. ok

Raka. he's great. Peter Macon has this butter smooth voice that's just perfect for the kind of character he plays. you can't help but like him. but he dies like 1/3 into the movie and is really only there to religion dump about Caesar (ape jesus) and then he's swept away. people are complaining that that's all he was really there for. to explain the real values of Caesar and provide a foil to Proximus. and i agree to some degree. i really hope he's not actually dead. his presence and death are felt throughout the movie, as both Mae and Noa (mostly Noa vocalizes it, Mae just silently shares in his loss and i think cries at one point?) seem to mourn him, saying shit like "if Raka were here..." and especially at the end when Noa gives the Caesar pendant to her. it's the shared memory of Raka and what he devoted his life to. but they never really like, actually linger on his death. there's a moment after he's swept away, and the shot stays on the rushing waters, Raka no longer visible and plays some sad tunes, but like. C'MON. he's not really dead. he isn't please tell me he isn't PLEASE

Noa isn't Caesar. i honestly do not get why you would want otherwise. of course, he isn't Caesar. we don't need another Caesar. he had a whole three movies to be the center of. i would be extremely disappointed if they just made a carbon copy of him or made Noa like a direct descendant of him or whatever. i hate that Chosen One bullshit. Caesar was just a guy that wanted peace for his people and that got him killed in the end. Noa is also a guy who wants peace for his clan. they're both leaders and have good hearts, but like. they're different characters. i LIKE that Noa has no relation to Caesar, i LIKE that he's his own character with his own ideals and purpose. Owen Teague does a wonderful job making the character his own. i mean Andy Serkis is Andy fucking Serkis. pretty big shoes to fill and i think Teague has the right foot size you know. i heard one guy say like "we've had our time to mourn Caesar" and yeah. we have. let's accept that and move on

WHERE MY APE DIVERSITY AT. we get a fuck ton of chimps, ONE orangutan, ONE gorilla, and ONE bonobo. what the hell. i mean. what is with the bonobo villian. Koba i fucks with because bonobos are some of the most playful, nonviolent apes out there. that humanity and its cruelty could twist a naturally peaceful creature into what Koba became.. i mean, that's great. but again with Proximus? maybe trying to evoke some of the same energy and nuance Koba had? ALSO. GORILLA PSA they are like so sweet. all that muscle is there to protect their families, and they're strictly vegetarians. i feel like Rise, Dawn, & War portrayed this better with most of the gorillas getting bodyguard jobs because of all their bulk. especially when Luca tucks that flower in Nova's ear. man. and Red going out like he did. gentle giants. in Kindgom we just have Sylva. gorilla henchman for Proximus. that's it. then we have Raka, the one orangutan character that i saw. wise and knowledgeable, guides and accompanies Noa and Mae then dies. at least we get one female chimp character that's more than just wife or mother. wikipedia lists Soona as Noa's love interest, which i can totally dig, like it's there. he takes her to the telescope at the end of Kingdom, which is more than what we saw romance-wise between Caesar and Cornelia. and the only other important chimp female is Dar, Noa's mom. in Rise, Dawn & War there was usually only one of each species of ape assigned a main role, but we saw much more diversity it felt like. maybe that's because there were smaller in numbers and have since spread out in the last 300 years? also like, bonobos are known for having female-female & male-male sex. dont know about the other apes. my friend mentioned that Raka said something about having a male companion and promptly searched reddit. all they had to say was: gaype?

the visuals. dear god the visuals. this movie is just visually stunning. absolutely breathtaking. they did a great job. i mean Rise, Dawn, & War are all triumphs of cgi and are excellent examples of the animation style done right. i did hear some guy say there is a loss of texture, as mostly everything in Kingdom is cgi, from the characters to the landscapes. but there's an explosion of texture in this film. there's one point where Noa is covered in the ash of his village and you can see it on his fur. there's quite a couple water scenes where the moisture clings to the apes' fur. It's all very impressive. great work

the references!! Rise especially has a ton of them (IT'S A MADHOUSE!!! & GET YOUR STINKIN PAWS OFF ME YOU DAMN DIRTY APE), and names like Nova and Cornelius, but Kingdom... i picked up on at least three main instances, but im sure there are more. there's the scene where the apes are rounding up the feral humans, and its very reminiscent of the scene from 1968 where they're doing the same thing for sport. there's the scene where Mae is running in the field, and she jumps on that log structure to get to Noa, which is nearly identical to a similar scene in 1968. the scene when Noa, Soona, and Anaya are exploring the human bunker and they come across an old classroom. one of them picks up a doll that says a distorted "Mama" which was huge in the original because that was evidence that once man did speak, why else would he make a doll that talked? superb call backs to the og. respect what was there before

SCHLONG THEORY

here me out guys. the starring ape-human relationship in Rise was between Caesar and Will. this type of love is called storge and describes the love a child has for a parent as well as the love a parent has for their child.

the starring ape-human relationship in Dawn was ultimately between Caesar and Malcolm. which i believe is truly philia towards the end, the love between friends and allies. just two dudes trying to keep peace in the world.

in War, i mean Caesar well and truly hates the Colonel. like more than he's hated any human in his life before. close to mania, obsession. anyways it's a study on this type of relationship between an ape and a human. true, all consuming hate.

SO in the newer movies we've explored familial love, platonic love, and hate, between an ape and a human.

in Kingdom the main ape-human relationship is between Noa and Mae. and their relationship is complex. not really that friendly and certainly not familial. no trust. some kind of begrudging respect maybe? i just think it would be neat if in further installments they explored a romantic love between a human and an ape. ok.

i KNOW Noa and Soona are probably going to get ape married and they're never going to touch on the subject but i just find it hard to believe that in the last 300 years or so that's NEVER been heard of. apes have the same level of intimacy between each other as humans do in this universe and can willingly consent. what are you so afraid of wes ball

after all, the whole franchise is about how apes, when given intelligence, compare to humans and begs the question: how different are we really?

is it possible for an ape and a human to fall in love?

#WILL talk about sentient apes for hours #straight off the noggin #kingdom of the planet of the apes #he was an ape #she was a girl #can i make it any more obvious

[worldofkuro]

Painted Smile

Painted Smile XXV

<- Previous Chapter I

Summary: You couldn't wait to meet new friends. What you didn't expect was this smiling little boy, only one year older than you, that would take such a big place in your life.

Notes: Mhn... Things are started to get interesting. I'm having fun, so much fun. I'm almost sorry but this chapter is mostly fluff. Please, savour it...

You woke up because of a noise. You opened your eyes, stretching yourself and trying to find Alastor on the bed. It was still night time and it wasn’t unusual for Alastor to wake up in the middle of the night to work on his broadcast or do something else.

But he was always quiet. 

You never woke up because Alastor made noise. You sat up and looked around you, smiling when you saw Eamon sitting on your bedside. You kissed its nose before leaving the warmth of your bed, opening the door of your room, calling softly for your husband. You saw light coming from the living room so you decided to walk as quietly as possible down the stairs, toward the light. You knew it was Alastor, you could feel his presence. 

You peaked into the living room, watching as your husband was taking care of a broken mug on the floor with coffee spilled everywhere.

“ Alastor, are you hurt ?” you watched as he lifted his head up to you with a warm smile. He stood up and walked toward you before kissing your forehead. You closed your eyes, the feeling of his lips on your skin would always relax your body in a way you couldn’t describe.

“ I’m okay, love. It seems like I was still upset about what happened to you with the stalker, my hand was shaking.” he sighed, whispering his words softly against the skin of your forehead. 

You knew Alastor hated being controlled by his emotions, he was always composed. He told you once, being emotional was showing someone you cared about them, and you were the only one he cared for with his mother. So, being angry against another man was for his being weak, he was letting his emotions get the best of him to the point he broke a mug because of it.

“ Why don’t you come back to bed..? It’s three in the morning…” you whined against him. You knew he wouldn’t sleep but at least, he would be with you and maybe you could calm him down in some way?

Alastor looked at you for a minute before nodding. He cleaned his mess before going back to the bedroom with you, turning off the light. You slid into the covers, opening your arms for him. You were still sleepy, but if Alastor needed you awake a little longer, you would fight sleep off. He smiled softly at you before going into bed, placing his head on your chest, above your beating heart.

“ Do you want to talk about it, my love?” you asked softly as your fingers were running through his curly hair. He hummed but didn’t say anything which made you understand he didn't want to talk about it. You whispered a lullaby to keep yourself from falling asleep. You were tired but you wouldn’t let Alastor alone when he needed you.

You stopped your song when you felt Alastor’s relaxed body breathing deeply against your cleavage. You looked down at his face and smiled brightly when you saw his relaxed expression, his eyes closed, sounding asleep. It was very rare for you to sleep after Alastor, it usually never happened.

You tried to contain your excitement, keeping your fingers in his hair, looking at the ceiling. You always cherished those moments when Alastor was letting his guard down. It was something you wished to protect.

You didn’t realize it when you fell asleep but you almost gasped when you woke up hours later and found Alastor still asleep on your chest. You almost squealed in excitement, was it your lucky day? Being awake before Alastor?

You kissed his forehead before moving away from him as quietly as you could. You freezed when you saw him move, maybe reaching for you but he didn’t wake up. You smiled brightly before leaving the bedroom, walking down the stairs and entering the kitchen. You made Alastor’s coffee just like he wanted. 

You looked at the clock, it was still early, you could let him sleep a little more. You made your hot chocolate and turned around when you heard Alastor going downstairs. You smiled softly at his sleepy face. 

“ I made your coffee.” You said before kissing his cheeks. He wrapped his arms against you, kissing your forehead, thanking you in his deep sleepy voice. You smiled at him, placing the pastries in front of him. “ Did you sleep well?”

“ Mhn… I slept deeply, this doesn’t happen occasionally.”  he held his chin with his left hand, looking at the ceiling, seemed perplexed. You tilted your head as he winked at you. “ Don’t get used to it.”

You pouted, you could get used to waking up before Alastor and making his coffee. Most of the time, he was the one awake before you, making you breakfast. He quickly finished eating before going to take a shower. You smiled as you cleaned the dishes. You went to wash up after Alastor then you went into the living room, sitting on the sofa. 

You tied up his tie for him, you always liked doing that so, he would let you do it, always watching you with a fond smile. You stared at him, stroking his cheeks.

“ You don’t have to meet with Alyzée today, my shadow keeps watch.”

“ Nu-uh, I’m going. Take back your shadow, I don’t want you to be tired.” You kissed his nose with a fond smile.

“ It’s not taking an ounce of my energy and with what happened with the stalker, I’m not taking any chances.” he cupped your head in his hands, staring at you. 

You nodded before kissing him once more. You both walked off the house and Alastor drove until his workplace. You kissed him goodbye, even if he insisted that he could drive you to Alice’s place, you refused it, you liked walking. You waved at him before walking toward Alice’s, you stopped on your way to buy sweets and quickly arrived at your friend’s home. You smiled at the butler, who smiled back at you, and guided you into the living room.

Alice was sitting on the sofa, writing something on a piece of paper. You walked toward her, and sat at her side, hugging her.

“ Well, hello, beautiful, what are you doing?” you asked as she hugged you back.

“ I’m trying to find a name for my child.” She smiled softly at you. 

Alice was beautiful but seeing her being so happy about being pregnant was giving her another kind of beauty. She showed you the names she wrote, showing you the one Alyzée had written and the one she picked.

“ Do you have an idea? I could take some ideas from the future godmother of my child.”

You freeze.

You looked back at her as she was looking at you, seeming insecure, her teeth biting into her lower lip. You blinked at her, trying to calm the joy that was bubbling inside you. Maybe you didn't hear correctly.

“ Alice… Are you… asking me to be your child’s godmother..?” 

She blushed, looking away before nodding shyly.

You screamed in joy and hugged her against your body. Of course, you wanted Alice to ask you to be the godmother, you wished about it but you thought Alice would ask Alyzée to be the godmother. 

“ I didn’t think you would ask me to be the godmother!” you shouted in joy and disbelief. She rolled her eyes at you, seeming relaxed. She winked at you, putting the piece of paper on the table.

“ We’ve been friends since forever. You were here with me when I needed you, you are my best friend. Of course, who else could I ask ?” She gently poked your belly, smiling when you giggled. 

“ I thought you would ask Alyzée.”

“ No, no. I… “ She whispered to you. “ I wish my child will see her as some kind of mother too…” She leaned back, looking at you. “ You would be the best godmother, I can feel it.” She smiled at you, grinning widely at you.

You were touched. You knew your friendship with Alice was deep and strong but those kinds of moments would make you remember and smooth your doubts. Alice was from the RicheMont family, one of the richest families in Louisiana, she was beautiful, intelligent, confident and so on… 

You always felt like you weren’t worth her friendship, you were from a modest family, you didn’t feel like you were anything special. 

But thanks to your husband, your best friend and your family, those doubts were less present in your mind. You worked on yourself, and now, at 25 years old, you were more confident with the bonds you made with others.

You turned your head toward the door when you saw her husband entering the room. He smiled at you before looking at Alice.

“ How are you feeling?”

“ Great! I just told the big news about who the godmother is.” She smiled at him, looking at you.

“ Oh, that’s perfect.” He smiled at you. “ Alice is always talking about you and..Alyzée was it ?” He looked at her waiting for her to nod before looking back at you. “ You are the best person who could be Alice’s friend, thank you for taking care of her. You’ve known her way longer than me, so I hope you’ll help me if I need advice.” He smiled at you,  holding his hand toward you.

You shook his hand with a smile. You almost felt bad for him, he was a good man but Alice’s feelings were for Alyzée. He really seemed to want Alice’s happiness, maybe after her pregnancy, they could talk about it? You looked at him as he stood up before going to work. You looked at Alice whose smile dropped.

“ Why did you not come with Alyzée yesterday? Did something happen ? We waited for you…”

“ Oh…” You looked at her. You didn’t want to worry her, you didn’t want her to react in a way you or Alastor wouldn’t be able to control the situation, but you didn’t want to lie to her. “ I think I found the stalker, I fought with him.”

You saw her eyes widening, her hands already trying to see if you were hurt in any way. She was already talking about calling the police but you stopped her quickly, you didn’t want the police on this. You tried to calm her down.

“ Alice, don’t you remember what happened with Larry? We couldn’t call the police or your own spies because it was putting your secret at risk.” you held her shoulders with your hands, staring at her. “ Let us do our work.” you smiled softly at her as you saw her body relax. “ Nothing happened, see ? I’m still alive and well.”

She looked at you, you could see her concern in her eyes but she sighed after a few seconds, nodding at you.

“ I trust you not to be stupid.”

You laughed at her before standing up, tellinger her to take a walk in the streets. She followed you and you both took a walk in the street, looking at babies clothes. You helped her choose clothes and toys, even if you didn’t know if it was going to be a boy or a girl, Alice was buying everything. She asked the shop owner to send it to her house before leaving, already seeing something she wanted in another shop. You couldn’t help but smile at her eagerness.

“ What do you wish for ?”

“ A Girl! I just know it's going to be a girl. A strong girl just like her Mama!” she beamed as she stroked her belly. “ I can’t wait to teach her how to dance, dress! Alyzée will teach her how to be composed and pretty and you will teach her how to cook, fight and beat Alastor down!” 

You roared in laughter at her last sentence. You shook your head, rolling your eyes at her. You both went to a coffee shop around noon. You smiled when you heard the radio and Alastor's voice was coming out of it. Everyone was listening to him, everyone was adoring him. 

“ You look so proud.”

You looked at Alice as she drank her tea with a knowing smile. You stuck your tongue to her before drinking a mojito. You both talked all afternoon, talking about the baby, about Alyzée, about your daily life. You looked at the clock, it was almost 5. You both stood up and you walked Alice home. You hugged each other before you walked toward Alastor’s workplace, you knew he didn’t finish work but you were curious about seeing him in his workplace.

You entered the building, looked at the entrance’s decoration before turning around when you heard your name.

“ What are you doing here ?”

You looked as Victor walked toward you with a big smile, the cheeks flushed because of the hot weather. He was carrying a pile of paper and was breathing hard. Victor was one of the few people that Alastor had kept by his side, and you liked him. He looked like a little kid who was trying to get praise from his boss. It was cute.

“ I’m looking for my husband, is he still working?”

He nodded before telling you to follow him. He walked into the corridor until Alastor’s door. He turned toward you, breathing hard, his arms shaking because of the weight of the paper sheet.

“ Do you need…help, Victor?” you asked him, feeling sorry for the poor man.

“ No! I’m good, do not worry!” He told you before looking at the door then you. “ Could you knock for me? He finished his broadcast twenty minutes ago.”

You giggled before knocking on the door and waited until you heard Alastor's voice telling you to enter. You opened the door for Victor, he quickly went inside and put the paper on a table , sighing in relief. You followed after him and turned your head toward Alastor who was looking at you with a little smirk. You knew he felt your presence which was why he didn’t seem surprised. 

“ You are late, Victor…”

“ I’m on time !” Victor said, almost with a puppy sad expression.

“ That’s what I said. Now, go.” Alastor said as he stood up from his seat. He walked toward you as Victor left his office. You smiled at him, kissing him softly as he hummed against your lips. “ What is my darling wife doing here?”

“ I wanted to see my husband.” you chuckled when you felt his lips kissing your neck before sitting back on his chair. “ This is the first time I come here… With my body.”

“ Last time, it was your soul, you’re right.” He leaned on his chair, crossing his arms against his torso. You looked more closely at his face, he seemed to be sweating. You took a tissue from your bag and wiped his forehead as he closed his eyes. You touched his forehead with your hand and frowned a little.

“ You’re warmer than usual.”

“ Well, it is summer and my office gets hot with all my materials.”

You pouted, trying to fan him with a piece of paper which made him laugh. He stood up, kissed your forehead and  said it was time to go home. He took some paper with him and you both left his workplace, and drove to your home.

You looked at him, you felt like he was overworking… You took his hand and walked toward the lake behind the house. You didn’t really go there because of the accident years ago, but now you weren’t scared anymore… As long as Alastor was there.

He looked at you as you took off your shoes and lifted up your dress before taking a step into the water. You turned around to look at him. holding your hand toward him with a soft smile. The water was fresh, maybe it would help him relax.

He stared at you before taking off his shoes and socks and walked in the water, toward you.

“ You aren’t scared?”

“ I’m with you, so, no, I’m not.”

You felt warmth in your body when you saw his expression relaxed. You knew it was important for him for you to never feel insecure or scared when he was around you. You didn’t want to go deeper in the water, you still didn’t know how to swim. You sat on the grass, keeping your legs in the water.

Alastor dived into the water with his clothes on. You smiled when you saw him emerge out of the water, his hair sticking in on his forehead. He closed his eyes as he swam, never going too far from you.

You kicked your legs against the water, you really were lucky to have the lake on your property. It felt good… You stood up, telling Alastor you would come back with food. Picnicking seemed like a good idea. You wanted him to relax, you could feel the tension in his body like it was in yours.

You made sandwiches and came back to the lake, telekinesis the drinks until you were sitting on the grass. You looked up and almost caught fire because of how hard you blushed.

Alastor was shirtless, water running on his body, his head tilted back, his arms keeping him up from the water, on the floor. He opened his eyes and smirked at you, raising an eyebrow. You gulped as he left the water and walked toward you. 

“ You’re red, darling.”  He touched your chin, making you close your mouth you didn’t even realize was open. You shoved the sandwiches in his hands, looking away as he laughed. You laid down on the grass, looking at your husband who was eating your food. 

He was so beautiful, the sun was making him have a divine glow. His scars weren't making him ugly, it was making him look dangerous and you loved it. Those scars were proof that he made it through Hell. 

You looked at his face and smiled when you saw his gaze on you. His stare would always find itself on you, in an empty room or crowded place, he would always look for you. He leaned toward you, kissing your lips with a soft smile.

How perfect life was.

“ Did you know Alice wanted me to be her child’s godmother?” you whispered against his lips.

“ I guessed it.” He whispered before kissing you once more.

You smiled against his lips, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You pushed your lips against his as he tried to get away, wrapping your legs around his waist. You tried to suppress your laugh as he was groaning when you didn’t move your lips away from his. It wasn’t a kiss, just you who didn’t want to let him go.

He stood up easily, even if you were still clinging to him. He walked toward the lake, before entering the water, speaking , his voice muffled against your lips.

“ Darling… Let go…”

You shook your head, keeping your lips against him. You chuckled as he sighed before swimming in the water. You nipped at his lips, looking at him playfully. He went into the water with you, kissing you propremy before diving into the water.

You closed your eyes, feeling your hair moving against your skin, Alastor kissing you fondly. You felt yourself relaxing, Alastor was holding you, you weren’t going to drown. You felt him poking your cheek with his finger. You opened your eyes slowly, you couldn’t see well, everything was blurry but you could see Alastor’s eyes. You both stared at each other before he swam to the surface. 

You broke the kiss, smiling sweetly at him. He looked more relaxed than when you saw him at work. He swam to the lake’s edge, and you both ate what was left of sandwiches, looking as the sun was setting down. You played with Alastor’s curls until it was time to go home.

When you laid in your bed, you kissed Eamon’s nose before looking at Alastor who was ready to go to bed. You put your head on the pillow, sleeping almost immediately after feeling Alastor kiss your forehead.

You opened your eyes, wide awake. You looked next to you and saw Alastor’s side of the bed, empty. You jumped off the bed, feeling yourself being nervous. You walked quickly down the stairs, going into the living room, finding Alastor writing down notes. He looked at you, surprised.

“ Darling?”

You squinted your eyes at him and walked toward him, observing him. His voice didn’t seem like usual. You frowned when you saw sweat on his skin. You touched his forehead and gasped when you felt how hot he was.

“ Alastor, I think you might be sick.” you said, already ready to go take the medicine you kept in your drawers.

“ Darling, I’m not. It’s hot, remember ?” He tilted his head, looking at you, amused.

You shook your head, crossing your arms on your chest. When you saw him going back to his notes, you took his hands, begging him with your eyes.

“ Then, please, at least, go to bed.”

He looked at you before sighing and nodding. You were happy he couldn’t say no to many things from you. You went back to bed and you worried even more when he fell asleep before you, his head on your chest. You bit your lips, stroking his head before falling asleep before you could acknowledge it.

You woke up because of Alastor’s voice.

“ Damn it…!”

You sat up, looking around. The sun was up, you looked at the clock. It was seven and half. You left the bed and went down the stairs quickly. Alastor was moving clumsily, trying to take his notes, he almost stumbled against the table.

You could see his face, flushed, sweating, his eyes seemed to be unable to focus on things.

Alastor was sick.

“ Alastor, stay here, I’m calling Victor to tell him you won’t go to work.”

Alastor turned his head toward you, seeming surprised to see you. Did he not feel your presence ? You walked toward the telephone but Alastor stopped you with his usual charming smile.

“ My love… I’m going to work, there is no need to worry. It’s just a little fever, nothing more.”

You stared at his hands, you could see he was sick. You could feel it, and it wasn’t a little fever like he said.. But Alastor could be such an obstinate man like you could be a brat. If mister said he wasn’t sick, then everyone needed to accept it.

But you weren’t just anyone. You could play like Alastor played everyone. You have been doing this since childhood.

“ Well, then, Alastor. Let me heal you then.” You smirked when you saw him freezed.

“ We don’t know if you can heal something other than cuts.”

“ Let's try it out now! Like you said, it’s just a small fever, it should be easy for me.” you stared down at him. You knew he wouldn’t choose the choice that would hurt you. You stared at him when you saw his smile twitched. You knew you won.

You dialed Alastor’s workplace and sighed in relief when you heard Victor’s voice. You told him Alastor couldn’t go to work because he was sick.

“ Alastor? Sick?”

“ My wife is holding me hostage, Victor.”

You shushed your husband before telling Victor you would call him later. You looked at Alastor who was trying to keep his smile but you knew he was upset. You pushed him into the bedroom, forcing him to change before going into the kitchen, preparing a meal for him. 

You kept being at his side but you didn’t know why, his fever just got more and more powerful. Alastor who, in the beginning, was smirking at you, was now in a semi-conscious state. You tried to wipe his forehead but he smacked your hand.

“ Don’t…. touch me…”

You looked at him as he watched you, his eyes unfocused. You took back your hand, you didn’t want to upset him more than he already was. 

“ I’m sorry, I just wanted to cool down the fever.” You smiled at him but he didn’t relax. His whole body was tense, his smile wasn’t on his face anymore, he was snarling like an animal who was trying to protect himself.

“ Don’t…”

“ Do you want to drink something ?” you asked him, standing up slowly, trying to keep your voice smooth and cheerful. 

“ Hot chocolate….” he whispered, closing his eyes.

You tilted your head, confused. You were always laughing when Alastor would be disgusted by your hot chocolate, asking you how you could drink something like that.

“ But you don’t like it…Why?”

“It tastes…like my wife…” he said, opening his eyes slightly, looking at you. “ She…is sweet…”

You didn’t know why but that made you teared up a little. Alastor was so delirious he couldn’t recognize you, but he was still thinking about you. You went downstairs and made hot chocolate and took a glass of fresh water. You walked back in your bedroom and sat back down on the bed.

“ Here, I made it just like your wife used to.”

He sat up clumsily, and took the mug before drinking a little, grimacing as the sweet brevage hit his tongue. He put the mug down, shaking his head.

“ How does she… drink that…” 

You smiled sweetly before giving him the glass of water. He drank all of it in one go. He laid down once again, grimacing in discomfort. You took Eamon and put it on his chest, making him look at the plushie.

“ Eamon…” He took the plushie with a small smirk. He stroked the fur of the plushie before looking at you. “ You shouldn’t touch it, lady…” You asked him why, tilting your head. “ I cursed… my wife with it. We are bound… forever..” he gave you a boyish smile before falling asleep, Eamon in his hand.

You smiled, stroking his curls before taking care of him. You wiped the sweat from his forehead, putting cold wet tissue on his forehead to slow down the fever. You stayed with him, giving him his medicine and food so he could be better. You never touched him when he was awake. 

When night came, you sighed in relief when you felt the fever went down. You looked at your hand, maybe you could heal the rest of the fever with your power…? You began to call on your power, your eyes shining red with a purple hue, coming closer to Alastor. 

“ Darling, don’t…”

You freezed when you saw Alastor’s gaze on you. His eyes were focused, conscious and he had his usual smile on his lips. He sat up slowly and you quickly helped him.

“ Alastor, do you recognize me ..?” 

He nodded, kissing the back of the hand.

“ I’m feeling better… Just tired and cold, but you don’t need to heal me���”

You were staring at him, trying to see if he was hiding the truth but you could see Alastor was back to normal. You sighed in relief as your power flew out of you in a calming way. You kept taking care of Alastor until the next day, he was feeling way better.

The next morning, he smiled at you before going to work while you decided to stay at home to clean out the sheet and every tissue. After cleaning you went to bed, you were so tired…

But when you closed your eyes, you could feel your soul being taken away from your body. You opened your eyes to see your body sleeping peacefully in front of you. The red thread connecting you to Alastor was bright red, it has been like this since you did the ritual. You looked on the side, you could feel Papa Legba’s presence next to you and you let your soul be guided toward the city.

You were looking around and saw Alyzée walking in the street with Alice. You smiled when you saw both of them, with baby items in their hands. You looked behind them and grinned when you saw Alastor’s shadow behind them, guarding them. 

Why have you been brought here, then?

You could feel Legba’s presence pressuring you. It was like he was trying to show you something but you didn’t know where to look. You were beginning to panic, which was making your link shaking. Your soul was beginning to get back to your body. You turned your head toward a random direction and froze when you saw a man. The same man who fought against. 

You couldn’t see his face, you couldn’t see very well in that form, you still needed more training. But that wasn’t what made you have goosebumps. It wasn’t his presence that made you gasp. What made your heart drop was that: He wasn’t looking at Alyzée or Alice.

He was looking at you.

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❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ❞

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. following the success of the recruitment process and their first concert, this odd combination of a band becomes busy these days. thus, they hired a manager to keep track of their schedules. and to an extent, deal with their shenanigans that may or may not feature on the news.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. argenti, aventurine, jingliu, kafka, robin

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. gn!reader. celebrity au, musician au, modern au. comedy, fluff. 1.1k words. inspired by the concert animated commercial: “before the show begins”. canon elements (jingliu - powers; aventurine - cake cats; robin - halovian features). reader’s the straight man in this chaos. cameos from yanqing (argenti, jingliu), stelle (argenti, jingliu, kafka) and caelus (aventurine, robin). brief mentions of ruan mei (aventurine) and sunday (robin). word vomit for the most part.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀. happy pride month, bitches. what a good way to start off the month watching the haikyuu movie, seeing volleyball boys stare at each other intensely and metaphorically stab their friends in the neck. all i can say is that the animation was insane. speaking of insane, the hsr concert was released to celebrate the game’s first anniversary. “sway to the cosmos” is my favorite out of the setlist, and i even made it as my train jam. imagine seeing it live though… i die. i had to look up what instrument jingliu plays and i strongly believe it’s an erhu based on how it looks. i kinda don’t like this; i have no idea what i wrote. it’s my worst attempt at being funny lol.

𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈.

< drummer argenti preaches ‘scripture of beauty’ to fans >

“hey! what’s the ‘scripture’ supposed to be? actually, who is idrila? look, you can’t spout names like that and not expect a scandal to not happen.” argenti seems to be in the zone while dancing with his fans at the park, so he most likely didn’t hear what you just said. you glance at stelle and yanqing to get him to snap out of it, but they’re completely drained, on the floor from being dragged into the spotlight earlier.

“my lovely manager! since you’re here, you must be interested in being a follower?” not at the very slightest, but the name argenti throws out and about drives news outlets and his fans up on the walls. that may put the drummer at risk of being a subject of misunderstandings and fanwars, which is why you’re here in the first place. you can feel the stares of his audience burning into your skull, so you extend your hand to “express” your interest.

“wonderful. now, let us dance under the name of beauty!” throughout it all, everything blurs out. not even five minutes in, you’re exhausted out of your mind, unsure if argenti has given you useful information about his charade. in the end, you gather more questions than answers, and practically leave the drummer to handle the potential messy aftermath. he’s an enigma; anyone can tell you he’s the eighth wonder of the world, and you’ll believe it.

𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄.

< guitarist aventurine adopts scientist’s ‘sweet’ creations >

“rise and shine. your cats won’t stop bothering me until you wake up, by the way.” all the feline pastry lifeforms on your head, shoulder, and feet mew in agreement. caelus somehow has collaborated with the scientist who created them, making some that resemble his friends, one of which is aventurine. the guitarist adopts his lookalike for fun at first, and now his house is their haven, which makes his issue of organization worse.

“hey, pretty boy! you better wake up, or i’ll sit on your face and suffocate you!” the synesthesia beacon in your phone picks up a translation from under aventurine’s arms. there’s a cake cat that resembles you, but do you actually sound like that when you’re upset? never mind that; the most important question here is why does he have a cake cat version of you here? well, he’s already behind schedule, so out of curiosity, you try out its suggestion. 

“okay, okay. i’m up.” the cat cake version of yourself huffs at him taking forever to get ready, but seems proud of making its threat happen with your help. aventurine sees five pairs of eyes staring at him, with one in particular full of disappointment for being inconsiderate. he promises to keep track next time, but you aren’t sure he’ll truly follow through if he’s convinced to expand his cake cat kingdom.

𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐔.

< erhu player jingliu unleashes ice blades at passersby >

“for the last time, the people who watched you perform gave you strales because they appreciate your talent. this is the fourth time this week of scaring them with your sword.” you note a careful distance between the passerby and jingliu, who resumes playing her erhu like it’s none of her business. stelle has learned it the hard way so luckily she has you to deal with the erhu player. the first victim of her powers slips out from a tree to wish you luck with a thumbs up.

“ah, has that young man come yet? i would like to have a spar with him.” jingliu’s referring to yanqing, another swordsman. he loves competition, so this entire street, or the entire city even, is screwed into becoming an icy wonderland. telling her that he’s not here, she returns to performing. you notice a brilliant idea coming into fruition as soon as she stops her bow halfway, and it already doesn’t sound good.

“manager, why don’t you spar with me? let’s see who will fall first.” you immediately refuse without a second thought. jingliu would win anyway as she’s more skilled with the sword and you have no powers, so it isn’t a fair fight to begin with. you’re just relieved that she didn’t unleash her icy blades for the fifth time, and that you make it alive throughout the confrontation.

𝐊𝐀𝐅𝐊𝐀.

< violinist kafka sends many clothes stores bankrupt >

“listen… i get that you look great in everything and all, but do you think this is way too much?” you gesture to the cart overflowing with concert outfits. kafka hums in contemplation as she examines her next purchase in the mirror, then nods in approval which seals the deal.

“oh, you think so too? alright then, i’ll have stelle handle all payments as usual.” stelle averts her gaze away to avoid your temper, pretending as if she didn’t enable the violinist’s unlimited shopping spree. you can sense the employees fearing for their livelihoods that are at stake, and you can feel like yours will be at the state soon if this keeps up. scolding kafka to unload everything in the cart, the wave of relief in the staff washes away when she reveals a special trick up her sleeve.

“what about your wardrobe? surely you can’t wear the same exact thing everyday, don’t you think?” kafka jabs into one of your weaknesses: the lack of variety in your closet. it’s important to appear presentable as the band manager, but your uniformity gives you not a lot of room to try out different combinations. the only hope of this store is gone, and so is the store itself as soon as the credit card is swiped.

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍.

< singer robin disappears once again from photoshoot >

“when your brother finds out you snuck out again, he will kill me in the most painful way possible.” whenever you bring that man up, always in the worst case scenario, robin responds with a smile as reassurance that he won’t hurt you when she’s around. but it’s more like she won’t get in trouble, leaving you to shoulder the blame.

“don’t worry! caelus will take care of everything. ah, i hope i wasn’t too late.” the self-proclaimed master of stalling strikes again. knowing that man, robin’s confidence in caelus is astounding. because sooner or later, he’ll find out that she’s at a toy store with you to buy the limited edition of a clockie figurine. the singer will be happy, and you’ll end up dead in a ditch probably.

“oh no, photographers are here. can you cover for me?” robin tucks her wings beside her face so they can fit under her mask. while she browses through the aisles, you direct the photoshoot team outside, hopefully far enough from the store to remain off radar from her brother’s watch. you pray that caelus comes back in one piece as well as yourself. the cost of making a halovian’s day brighter, especially if she’s a famous singer and has a control freak of a sibling, is quite risky.

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