#[ gotten away? or something? but that doesn't feel quite right. but i'm just sitting here left with the idea of... when you lead a team. ]

[orchideae]

1) Opens up drafts with my head empty, ready to be flooded, not knowing where I'll go. 2) 30 seconds later: Okay but I will go feral any day of my life over Perilous Trail, and the fierce dichotomy of Xiao and Yelan. While they're far from being 'the same', they both view themselves as soldiers in one way or another (it's a very difficult word to use for Yelan, so I'm using it very liberally and very loosely), they have both suffered losses on the 'battlefield' and carry the burden thereof in their own ways. And yet they stand so firmly in opposition throughout the entirety of that questline up until the very end of the 'the end of the line' conclusion of the quest. Yes, I know that she offers him her gratitude in its aftermath and it is genuine, but she still never agrees with him and the decision that he made moments earlier. It simply 'worked out' because of Zhongli's interference, he's the only reason it worked out. And it's because of that, that she doesn't give him a hell of a hard time (obviously she can't go down there, but imagine the inner frustration of severe extents; when you condemn someone who you can't even see anymore). In the same way that she would do to anyone who would sacrifice themselves for others, but in this case, I think it's 'beautiful' that it's to Xiao; the one who seems most adamant to do so (which honestly, fits into the contract that the Yakshas chose to sign with Morax; 'the ultimate sacrifice' to protect for Liyue; 'for Liyue', and Liyue has always centered itself around its people), the one who everyone reveres (and so does she, as she notes in her voiceline, 'if I ever have the honor to fight alongside') and respects for good reason, she stands against him, because in that moment, regardless of his status, he makes a call that she considers wrong. And he doesn't even... fight her on it very fiercely, and that's what actually hurts me the most, it's as if the following line hit the nail directly on the head?

"Besides, if you were really so determined to end it all, you wouldn't have given us the opportunity to share our opinions."

#[ mini study. ] that which hides inside her… that constant calling; it is the blood of heroes which has been howling for 500 years. #[ and then shortly after 'the point is: it's not time for drastic measures yet.' ] #[ /shakes ven into another dimension. ] #[ i thought the ost at the end of perilous ruined me enough. but tale of the yakshas may actually ruin me more. ] #[ also i love how i typed up the bit of the contract and 'for liyue' and zhongli in my head isn't rattling at bars but-- ] #[ he's sipping his tea (the equivalent). one day ven. i /promise/ you. one day you'll get him from me. ] #[ he'll likely be the 2nd genshin blog to run alongside yelan if/when i get to being able to run two again. ] #[ but until then. can we talk about the dynamic of xiao and yelan until we're blue in the face? i'd like to do that too. ] #[ i type this as if i'm perfectly chill but i'm not. i'm really not. the concept of self sacrifice and sacrifice as a whole. ] #[ BETWEEN THESE TWO. drives me /insane/. and part of me sits here and goes-- ] #[ god. what happened with yelan and her team down there? we know that despite every plan she ever made and prepared-- ] #[ their enemies (WHAT WERE YOU FIGHTING??) were too powerful and more specifically-- too smart. too calculating. ] #[ ... and too strong (okay literally what on earth were you fighting? are we talking the khaenri'ah soldiers? like what? or abyss mages?) ] #[ (but abyss mages don't exactly entirely fit the description in her story. ugh. UGH). ] #[ any way-- it was her and her team. /they/ all died and she didn't. yanfei describes it as... ] #[ 'knowing that your life was saved when others weren't'. surely the millilith didn't intervene or happen to arrive. yelan must've... ] #[ gotten away? or something? but that doesn't feel quite right. but i'm just sitting here left with the idea of... when you lead a team. ] #[ you bear the responsibility of even their lives. and yet despite bearing that responsibility; she's exactly the one who lived. ] #[ the only one who did. that has to be a /stupid/ burden. it's like the captain who has to go down with the ship but is the only one... ] #[ who gets to live. only one who gets to survive. i just. ] #[ i didn't think i'd love a character as much as this one. where did she come from; jesus christ. ]

[ellemj]

Needs & Wants - Sex Pollen Trope Pt. 4

Bucky Barnes x Reader

**If you haven't read part 1, part 2, or part 3 yet, you should probably head that way first.**

Summary: Round two doesn't go quite as either of you expected.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, sex pollen (dubcon), possessive!Bucky, near somnophilia, profanity, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Special thanks to @littlemiss-yeehaw for helping with the warnings <3

Feel free to let me know in the comments if this requires more warnings.

Word Count: 2.1k

Author's Note: I wish I could share the filthy mental image that I have for paragraph 10 of this, but sadly, it doesn't exist. How are we feeling here guys? Also, I'm fckin loving responding to you guys. I didn't expect to be so into it and it's just making me wanna take requests after this even more.

You awake suddenly, your eyes fluttering open and straining to adjust to the darkness around you. You’re on your right side, and as your eyes fully adjust, you realize that you’re lying inches away from none other than Bucky fucking Barnes. You’re already feeling overly feverish, with a flu-like body ache wracking your frame, and a pounding headache behind your eyes, but looking at him and remembering what you did earlier tonight adds a wave of nausea to the mix. How the fuck did the two of you let it get that far? You’re acutely aware of how exposed you are, with both of you having fallen asleep on top of the covers, there isn’t a blanket or anything that you can pull over yourself. You roll over as quietly as possible, moving to sit on the side of the bed and then reaching down to the floor and picking up your discarded t-shirt. You pull it over your head before checking your phone on the bedside table. 11:31pm. You’re three and a half hours in now. The pain that Bucky so kindly relieved for you earlier has returned, but it's rapidly worsening. You steal a glance at him over your shoulder. You’ve never seen him sleep before. Any overnight mission you’ve ever been on either involved one of the two of you being on night watch or, luckily, separate bedrooms. He looks peaceful like this, with his signature scowl missing and a serene expression gracing his features. You wonder if he looks like this every night, or only after sex. Something about the thought of him having sex any night other than tonight leaves an unfamiliar pang in your chest. However, you blindly chalk that pang up to being some random side effect caused by the chemical that’s working hard within you.

            As you sit there on the side of the bed, the darkness enveloping you like a hug from a close friend, you feel it. That deep, unrelenting need to be touched again, to be fucked until you’re so full that the pain you feel right now melts away as if it never existed in the first place. You’re stronger than this. Just lay back down and go to sleep. Maybe if you dream about sex, your mind can trick your body into thinking it’s gotten what it needs and you can get through this without splintering your partnership any further. You can do this. Laying back on the bed as quietly and gently as humanly possible, you decide within yourself that you don’t need him. You don’t need his hands traveling along your searing skin, simultaneously cooling you down and making you feel impossibly hotter. You don’t need his dirty words filling the space between you and dancing around your mind until all you can think about is letting him take everything from you. And you most definitely don’t need his cock. His cock. Fuck, why did you let that into your head? Now all you can think about is the way he reached so deep inside of you, his girthy length stretching you enough that for a moment, the pain of his cock entering you for the first time was the only pain you felt in your entire body. You catch yourself tilting your head to the side to look at him again. He must’ve gotten up at some point while you were asleep to put his boxers back on, and honestly, fuck him for that. You’re left staring at his abs, at the way they rise up and drop back down so subtly with every breath he takes. Your eyes travel down his vibranium arm. You always liked his arm. Hell, you liked it even when it was silver with that damn red star. But now that it’s black and gold, built for strength and stealth, it looks like it belongs on him. Biting your bottom lip, you let your hand run up the front of your t-shirt, your fingertips deftly sliding beneath the collar of it and pulling his dog tags out so they’re no longer against your skin. You run your finger over the raised letters that spell out his name, wondering how many times he’s done the exact same thing himself. It’s almost calming. Or at least it would be if you weren’t currently replaying the moment that he pulled you in by those same dog tags earlier and fucked you until you couldn’t think straight.

            A soft sigh leaves your lips and you know your resolve is crumbling, you know you’re seconds away from doing something you really shouldn’t do. Your thumb traces over the top inscription once more, James B Barnes. Fuck it. You didn’t have a plan when you threw your rational mind out the window, but suddenly you find yourself moving to straddle Bucky on the bed. As soon as your left leg crosses his lap and your drenched pussy is hovering inches above his clothed cock, he begins to stir, a low, pained groan rumbling past his lips. He needs this too, you’re sure of it, and that’s what encourages you to seat yourself on his lap. His eyes fly open now and he looks first at where your bodies are making contact, and then straight up at your flushed face. He’s died and gone to heaven. That’s what’s happened. He’s positive. When he sees you on top of him, wearing only a t-shirt and his dog tags, he has to wonder how yesterday’s mission went so unbelievably right that he ended up here. His hands are quick to find your hips, pushing your t-shirt up a little so he can touch your skin directly. The touch immediately soothes some of your bodily aching and you lean forward, bracing yourself with your hands resting on the bed, on either side of his head. He sucks in a deep breath, trying to gather himself enough to think straight while he keeps his eyes trained on the little silver shapes dangling from your neck right in front of him.

            “Did you need something, sweetheart?” Bucky taunts after a few seconds of composing himself beneath you, a smirk playing on his lips. Even barely awake and caught off guard, he’s an ass. You shake your head and grind yourself down on his already hard cock, the friction making you fight back a moan that’s threatening to rise from your throat. He lets out a groan of pleasure now, his grip on your hips tightening instinctively and his eyes closing.

            “Shut the fuck up, Barnes. Don’t act like you don’t need this too.” You retort, continuing your actions with your hips as you lower yourself down until your face is only an inch away from his. You let the tip of your nose brush against his and he opens his eyes, staring up at you with an indecipherable look. “Be honest with me, you offered to do this as some kind of heroic act, but you secretly wanted this.” Bucky swallows audibly and you’re starting to get high off of the effect you have on him. Technically, it’s the effect that the chemical is having on him but you let yourself pretend for a moment that it’s all you. As your breath fans across his lips, he feels an unwelcome anger spreading through him. Anger stemming from the fact that you’d tease your lips in front of him like this, dangle something so tempting right in front of his face yet refuse to indulge him.

            “Think what you want.” He huffs, his grip on your hips loosening and throwing you off guard momentarily. You freeze on top of him, backing away from his face a bit and trying to gauge his mood. He’s obviously horny enough to fuck, as evidenced by the hard-on that’s currently pressing against your soaked panties. Is he just trying to act like he doesn’t want it because you accused him of wanting it? God, the pounding headache intensifies and you scrunch your eyes shut. You really need to stop thinking.

            “What’s got you so pissy?” You ask, sitting back fully on his lap and rubbing your temples with the thumb and middle finger of your right hand in that way that always worries Bucky in the field. You only do it when you’re struggling to make a decision or when you’re severely bothered by something, like bothered to the point of putting a bullet in some shithead’s thigh just to get them to talk. He wasn’t planning to say anything about it, truly. His plan was to fuck you until the only thing you can possibly do is moan his name. But to hell with it. He brings it up anyway.

            “You took my cock so well tonight…” His voice is full of lust and has a teasing air to it, setting your nerves on fire. The way he praises you has your thighs clenching at his sides. “But you didn’t say my name one. Fucking. Time.” Ah, there it is. That’s what’s got him so pissy. You’re learning that he has a possessive streak, which isn’t your problem at all considering you’re not someone he can possess. He can get some other girl to moan his name, but you won’t be doing it.

            “You didn’t give me any reason to.” You snap back. You’re lying. You know it and he knows it. He fucked you until you saw stars and made him promise not to pull out of you. His name was on the tip of your tongue more than once, but you restrained yourself for reasons he’ll never understand.

            “Fine. If that’s the story you want to go with, that I didn’t do shit for you earlier, you can get yourself off.” He says smugly, that damn smirk appearing again as he sits up suddenly, pushing you off of him. You land on the bed next to him as he quickly shoves his boxers down his legs, tossing them on the floor and laying back once again. This time, that little shit lays back and places his hands behind his head in the most relaxed position you’ve ever seen him in. Your eyes are instantly drawn to his cock, where it’s fully erect over his lower stomach and leaking clear drops of precum. Shit. You suck your bottom lip between your teeth and bite down on it a little too hard, nearly drawing blood. You arch a brow at him, wondering why he stripped if he’s going to make you get yourself off. Just like he does in the field, he reads your mind from that one look. “You’re going to get yourself off on my cock…or not at all.”

            You can’t say that you’re ashamed at how fast you mounted him and seated yourself down on his cock. You can’t even say that you despised him for making you put on a show for him like that. You lied to him and pretended like he didn’t give you the best sex of your life only an hour ago, so he chose this as your punishment. A punishment that you accepted and used to your advantage, riding the fuck out of his thick cock just like he told you to. At some point, your hands were braced on his chest as you bounced your ass up and down, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix every time you slid back down. This drew sounds from you that could turn any nightmare of his into a wet dream. Once you were right on the precipice of your second orgasm of the night, he was sure you were going to moan his name. Your head was tilted back, showing off all of that open kissable space along the column of your throat with his silver chain still draped around it, and he swears he saw his name flashing behind your closed eyelids. But you moaned out a simple fuck instead, and then you continued riding him until you both came, hard. For the second time tonight, as he empties his cock into your pretty little cunt, you both feel like you’re floating away on a pain-free cloud of euphoria. He glances over your shoulder a few minutes later when he sees you checking the time on your phone. 12:10 am. If his math is right, he may have as little as four hours left to get you to moan his fucking name.  

            Little does he know, that as you drift off to sleep next to him, under the covers this time, all you can think about is fully letting yourself go and moaning his name out while he fucks you in every position known to mankind.

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[rxmqnova]

Could i asked for a ScarLizzie x daughter reader fic please?

Lizzie is finally introducing R to her girlfriend Scarlett for the first time. (Hectic filming schedules have gotten in the way of the three meeting up)

R is deaf and Scarlett has been learning sign language in secret and both mother and daughter are delighted.

Scarlett soon becomes R's favourite person (other than her mummy of course). "You're nicer than daddy".

Or something like that

Please and thank you 😊

Favorite person

Y/N: 7 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV The day has finally come. Lizzie's introducing her girlfriend to her little daughter.

Scarlett and Lizzie have been dating for nearly a year now. Lizzie wanted to be sure with her relationship before she would introduce Scarlett to her daughter and when she finally decided it's time, her hectic filming schedule just didn't allow it.

But it's here now and Y/N's going to meet the woman that won her mother's heart. Y/N's been super excited to meet her mommy's girlfriend. She knows a lot about Scarlett from Lizzie, even saw some pictures of her and it's finally about to happen.

One thing leaves Scarlett nervous though… Y/N doesn't hear. Ever since Lizzie told her she's been learning sign language. And to be honest, she's doing quite well, yet she's still a little nervous about it.

Y/N's currently in the living room, playing with her toys while Lizzie's finishing cooking dinner. Hearing the doorbell Lizzie goes to open, smiling at the sight of her daughter while walking around her.

Lizzie greets her girlfriend with a hug and a kiss before she leads her to the living room where the little troublemaker is.

As soon as Y/N notices a movement in the living room, she lifts her eyes from the ground, locking them with her mommy's girlfriend's.

Before Lizzie can start signing her daughter anything, Scarlett stops her.

"I'll do it" Scarlett smiles, taking a deep breath before looking at the tiny girl in front of her. "Hi, Y/N. I'm Scarlett. It's so nice to meet you" Scarlett signs, Y/N immediately smiling widely.

Y/N signs 'nice to meet you too' back, making Scarlett smile even more while Lizzie is completely shocked.

"Since when you know ASL?" Lizzie asks confused.

"I started learning when you told me about Y/N" Scarlett smiles and just this gesture makes Lizzie fall in love with the blonde even more.

Everything goes great, the three have dinner together, Y/N and Scarlett always smiling at each other when they lock eyes.

———

Scarlett has surely become Y/N's favorite person, beside her mommy of course, and even best friends over the time Scarlett's been coming over every now and then.

The little Olsen is one hundred percent sure that Scarlett is the best one for her mommy and that made Lizzie really happy when Y/N admitted it a few days ago.

Scarlett's over right now, watching Y/N and playing with her as Lizzie needed to leave to buy some groceries as the fridge is completely empty.

Somehow Y/N ends up sitting on Scarlett's lap while playing which the blonde doesn't mind at all. She loves Y/N as her own already and the fact that Y/N feels comfortable around her makes her happy.

All of a sudden Y/N looks up at the older woman, giving her an adorable smile which Scarlett returns.

"You're nicer than daddy" Y/N signs, warming Scarlett's heart while tears fill her eyes.

Y/N's father isn't the best, but also isn't the worst. He stops by every now and then to check up on his daughter, yet Y/N isn't as comfortable around him as she is around Scarlett.

Scarlett can't help but just pull the tiny girl in for a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. And once they pull away, she signs her response. "You're the sweetest little girl I've ever met. I love you, Y/N"

And she means every single word. Y/N really has a special place in her heart by now, just like Scarlett does in Y/N's.

"I love you too" Y/N smiles adorably, melting Scarlett's heart even more.

What they don't know is that Lizzie's already standing at the doorframe. She's seen the whole interaction and she couldn't be more happy.

Both girls notice when Lizzie approaches them, taking a seat next to them.

"I love you both so much" Lizzie smiles, saying it out loud while signing and making both of her girls smile widely before Y/N practically jumps into her mommy's arms to give her a cuddle and show her how much she loves her.

It's safe to say that Y/N's absolutely thrilled about her mommy having such an amazing girlfriend who's so far the best friend she's ever had, except for her mommy of course.

They surely have a bright time ahead of them and all three are more than excited to see what the future holds for them.

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ScarLizzie masterlist

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[scoobysnakz]

part 2 of dbf miguel. so sorry this took so long, accidentally deleted the draft like twenty times.

The TV hums softly as a random sitcom you've not gotten the chance to see yet flickers across the screen. You know you should turn it off, it's distracting you from completing your essay, one you've been procrastinating about finishing, but the background noise is comforting enough to let you keep it on, even if you'll have to rewatch it all later.

“Need help with that?”

You jump at the sudden noise, pen now clattering on the floor and rolling dangerously close to the sofa. You look up at where the voice came from, only to be met with a freshly shaven Miguel.

Embarrassment burns the back of your neck as you shift on the plush cushion of the sofa. The only thing covering the crinkled page of your otherwise barren notebook is an array of flowers around the margin and random notes scribbled out in heavy, blotchy lines.

“Am fine,” you smile, fingers spreading out to hide your work, or lack of.

Miguel just scoffs at you before pushing your hand away. “Such detailed notes,” he chides.

“It's meant to be an essay, but thanks anyway.”

You hear him stifle a laugh that you pray is sympathetic and not as amused as it sounds. It's shameful how far behind you are on your schoolwork when you have someone peering over your shoulder.

You aren't quite sure why you're so pent up on impressing Miguel, a man who is staying at his friend's house for some unbeknownst reason.

He sits down on the sofa next to you, a respectful distance but you can still smell his overbearing cologne and hair gel fusion. The sofa sinks slightly at his weight, a low creak eminating through the room.

He laughs, “let me help.”

Irritation bubbles deep in your stomach but you try to push it away, ignore it and keep going with the conversation. But when he acts so casual, even though he's stolen your bedroom, your only haven in this monstrosity of a household, you can’t help but feel annoyed with him.

“I doubt it,” you quip with an air of ignorance, fingers drumming erratically on the inky pages, “this is biology, aren't you like a chemist or something?”

A smirk curls at the corner of his lips at your sudden attitude, but he doesn't comment on it, leaving your opinion of him more distasteful than ever. “Well my degree says organic chemistry and molecular biology, so you're both wrong and right.”

“Mmm, so either, you're loaded, or up to your neck in debt.” you don't even try to hide the snark in your voice, “considering the fact that you’re staying here, I'm guessing student loan got the better of you.”

He scoffs at you, hand clasped to his chest in feigned hurt. “I'll have you know, I have a well-paying job, thank you very much.”

You flip your notebook shut, a small sense of relief washing over you now that disgrace of an essay is hidden, and shift to face him. “Then why are you here?”

He swallows, hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. His gaze flickers between your face and the wall behind you, discomfort colouring his expression. The atmosphere of the room shifts entirely, and suddenly you feel guilty for hating him. Maybe he didn't mean to take your room, not on purpose anyway.

“I lost my house, not… not because of money or anything,” he pauses, plush lips pursed into a tight grimace before he continues, “didn't get a very good divorce lawyer.”

“I'm… sorry?” you've never been good at sympathy, always pushed the hard topic of emotions onto someone else so you can focus on something you're actually good at. But now, some weird part of you wants to comfort him.

“Hmm?” he looks back at your eyes, your breath catching in your throat, “Not your fault, querida, I was a silly man who did silly things. I made a mistake and lost the love of my life.”

“Don't say that.” you hate the way your voice softens. You want to keep this burning resentment for Miguel, loathe him for all eternity, it might seem petty but he deserves it. Yet, you want to pull him close, tell him to stop being so hard on himself and run your fingers through his hair until his jaw unclenches.

He shakes his head, casually, as if it was never that important.

“I couldn't stay faithful and I paid the price, she has everything she deserves leaving me with… nothing.”

An awkward silence fills the room. You don't know what to say to that other than, I take back my kindness and spit in your face for cheating on your wife.

“She was amazing, so full of life, and then one day… we just stopped clicking,” he leans back against the sofa, head craning back so that he's forced to stare at the yellowing ceiling, “it wasn't a spur of the moment, because I got bored thing. We had stopped loving each other, she had anyway.”

You reach out, your fingers brushing against his much more calloused, harsh ones causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. You give his hand a gentle squeeze that lasts a little longer than intended, but the sweetness of the action doesn't go unnoticed.

The upbeat theme tune from the TV suddenly blares out from the speakers causing the two of you to startle. Your fingers tighten around his on instinct but you immediately pull your hand away.

Miguel chuckles a low, mellow sound that makes your ears perk up. “Sat on the remote,” he says, pulling it from under his thigh.

“Scared the shit out of me, Migs- Miguel,” you breathe heavily.

He nods, smiling uneasily, praying that the hammering of his heart is from the sudden shock and not from the kindness you displayed. But deep down, he knows the truth.

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[celiciaa]

GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

SWEET.

I just love you.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

special thanks to @otomehoneyybearr for proofreading! ♡

minors and ageless blogs dni.

Surrounded by the scent of roses that sneaked in through the open window, I couldn’t help but sigh involuntarily.

(We’ve arrived….)

(…at the Rhodolite castle.)

The coachman opened the door and Gilbert, who was sitting across from me, got out first.

Gilbert: Allow me?

Emma: Thank you… very much

Taking his offered hand, I carefully stepped down the carriage.

(I've seen the castle from a distance before, but it’s the first time I’ve gotten this close.)

(…I might have thought that same thing before losing my memories.)

Gilbert: Hehe, it's been a while since we’ve been in Rhodolite. I never thought we would come here again.

Gilbert doesn't let go of my hand and starts walking towards the entrance.

(I didn’t expect that he would actually accompany me.)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Emma: Gilbert, would you like to come with me to see the roses in Rhodolite?

——That night, after much thought and deliberation, I decided to invite Gilbert.

His red eye widened, and the hooded man standing next to him gasped.

Gilbert: You want me to come with you?

Emma: That’s right. You said you liked roses, didn’t you?

Emma: But...I guess it is a difficult request.

Gilbert: ….

Gilbert: Roderich.

Roderich: ….I will persuade the doctor myself. Have a safe trip.

Gilbert: Yeah, I’ll leave things in your hands while I'm away.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(I wanted to come to Rhodolite. But also I didn't want to leave Gilbert alone either.)

(…Gilbert immediately granted my selfish request.)

(You really love me, don't you?)

━━

Gilbert escorted me into the castle,

Before I could admire the luxurious interior, three men simultaneously turned towards us.

Gilbert: Hehe, thank you for the warm welcome.

Rio: Emma!

Emma: Huh, Rio!?

The only friend who existed in my memory rushes to me.

Emma: Why are you here?

Rio: Naturally, because I was your butler.

Emma: …My butler? 

Rio: Oh—…..

Rio: …So it’s true that you've lost your memory.

Gilbert: I wouldn’t fabricate something like that, you know.

Gilbert: However, we’ve got quite the overprotective group here.

???: Have you finally decided to give Emma back? 

Gilbert: No way, we’re only here for a trip. 

???: Hmm, a trip, you say. But the young lady next to you seems quite troubled, doesn’t she?

(…I can't remember my time as Belle, but it seems….)

(Like I should know these people too.)

Gilbert: …On the right is Luke, and on the left is Clavis. Both are princes of Rhodolite. 

Although I couldn’t remember the words he whispered in my ear,

Gilbert’s casual consideration eased my tense expression.

(I don't feel comfortable asking a prince for a favor, but it's what I came here for.)

I take a step forward, releasing Gilbert’s hand.

Emma: I have something I'd like to ask you all.

Clavis: Is it about how to drop the worldwide disaster into a pit?

Luke: Shut up. ——What do you want to know?

Emma: I heard that I was at the Rhodolite Castle for a while.

Emma: But I don’t remember anything about that…could you guys please tell me about my time here?

(The story I heard from Gilbert is only from his point of view.)

(But maybe I’ll get different information if I hear the princes of Rhodolite’s side of the story.)

(Especially about why Gilbert loves me.)

(If I could solve that mystery….)

Clavis, Rio and Luke: ….

Emma: Umm...why do you all look so serious?

Clavis: Maybe there are some memories in this world that don't need to be remembered.

Luke: Yeah.

Rio: …Oh right. Prince Gilbert, Prince Chevalier summoned you.

Gilbert: Oh? Are you intending to inconvenience a guest with such a thing?

Rio: My apologies. However, it’s Prince Chevalier we’re talking about.

Gilbert: ….

Gilbert: …It can't be helped then. I’ll grant you mercy just this once.

I instinctively grabbed Gilbert’s cloak as he casually tried to walk away.

Gilbert: Little rabbit?

Emma: Oh...sorry. 

(Why did I try to stop him?)

(…I didn't even have anything to say.)

Gilbert: You don't want me to leave that badly, huh?

Emma: …I don’t know.

Gilbert: You're so honest.

As I let go of his cloak, Gilbert grabs my hand and brings it to his lips.

The gentle touch of his cold lips against my fingertips made my chest tighten.

Gilbert: Even if she doesn't remember, she’s still my fiancée.

Gilbert: You understand, don't you..?

Clavis: Ahaha, no need to threaten us. We would never mistreat Emma.

Luke: Hurry up, you're in the way.

Gilbert: Eeh— how rude. 

With a refreshing laugh, Gilbert finally disappeared into the depths of the castle.

(Normally, I should feel relieved when the notoriuos villain leaves….)

(...But I have this feeling of wanting to chase after him right away...)

Rio: Emma… Let’s talk about this somewhere else, shall we?

━━

Rio: ——And this is how the story went between you and Gilbert. 

Emma: …That can’t be true….

Emma: ….

Emma: Wait...Could it be that something terrible was done to me?

Clavis, Rio and Luke: That’s right.

Emma: ….

(Isolated due to Gilbert’s malice, and the people of Rhodolite turned hostile towards me…)

(And in the end, I was taken to Obsidian as a hostage.)

As expected, there were several pieces of information that Gilbert hadn’t mentioned in the story, and I held my head in my hands.

Emma: ….Why did I fall in love with Gilbert?

Clavis: A momentary lapse.

Luke: You were threatened.

Rio: Because you’re so kind!

(Everyone’s answers are all over the place!)

Rio: Emma, maybe now is your chance.

Emma: My chance…?

Rio: Even if the treaty was signed by the four neighboring countries, Obsidian is still our enemy.

Rio: Staying in obsidian may lead you to being harmed by Rhodolite.

Rio: So, why not take this opportunity to come back to recuperate?

Emma: ….I can’t do that.

Emma: Gilbert said that if I didn't return, he would come to Rhodolite with a large army to pick me up.

Luke: That guy is the worst.

Clavis: Don’t worry, Emma. Our country’s princes are all capable.

Clavis: Dealing with Gilbert should be easy

Clavis: In fact, I've been wondering for some time now whether it's a good idea to put the fate of the country solely in your hands.

Clavis: If there's something we could do about it, would you come back to Rhodolite?

Rio, Luke, Clavis, were all serious.

(…I——)

━━

——Meanwhile.

Gilbert: Honestly, how would they feel if they were esteemed guests and were treated as a burden?

Chevalier: ….

Gilbert: If they wanted to separate me from her, they could have told a more convincing lie.

Gilbert: And that goes for you too. Can’t you stop writing when there’s a distinguished guest in front of you?

Chevalier: An uninvited guest.

Gilbert: I see you’re still terrible at diplomacy. With that attitude, you’ll definitely earn the displeasure of some countries.

Gilbert: …Well, never mind that. Let me borrow this for a moment.

Gilbert, unceremoniously, took the quill from Chevalier's hand,

And lined up several formulas on a nearby document.

Gilbert: What do you think of this?

Chevalier: ….

Chevalier: ….It’s quite unexpected to hear this from the worldwide disaster.

Chevalier: To think you came all the way just to return the rabbit.

Gilbert: Ahaha, don't misunderstand anything.

Gilbert: It’s just a temporary arrangement. If she doesn’t come back, I’ll lead a large army to get her.

Gilbert: I hope Rhodolite doesn't become engulfed in a sea of flames.

Chevalier: I thought you hated lies.

Gilbert: ...Yeah, I do. It makes me want to vomit. 

Chevalier: ….

Chevalier: The cost of this information upfront is high but I will accept it as a gesture to foster future relations.

Gilbert: Why, thank you.

Gilbert: Now that you’ve paid, make sure to handle everything properly.

━━

Emma: Ah, there you are, Gilbert!

After searching around the castle, I finally found a black figure hidden among the roses.

When I ran over to him, he noticed me and greeted me with a fresh smile.

Gilbert: Did you enjoy your chat with them?

Emma: Yes. I was able to hear various stories from everyone.

Emma: …Although, most of them were criticisms about you.

Gilbert: Ahaha. Did you end up hating me?

(To hate you….)

(…I wish I could.)

When I held his cold hand, his blood-colored eye widened slightly——

Gilbert: What’s this? You’re holding the hand of a man who has done so many terrible things to you.

Emma: …It does not have any special meaning.

(However, Gilbert looked lonely while he looked at the roses….)

Emma: Anyway, the roses in Rhodolite are beautiful, aren’t they?

To regain my composure, I scanned my surroundings

The flowers blooming in here are a symbol of the land of roses,

All of them meticulously cared for, displaying vibrant petals.

It was a rose garden so beautiful that I could look at it for minutes, even hours, without getting bored.

Emma: But….

Emma: That single rose I received from you seems more beautiful to me than all of these.

Gilbert: …Really? It looked meager compared to the roses here, though.

Emma: I haven’t forgotten everything to the extent that I don’t understand the meaning of the roses that bloom in Obsidian. 

(A cruel and frightening person… The Gilbert in those stories didn’t seem lovable.)

(I never understood why Gilbert loved me.)

(But I still can't get that rose out of my mind.)

(The rose that Gilbert earnestly made bloom in a barren land.…)

I squeezed his hand tightly so that my warmth transferred to his cold palm.

Emma: I felt refreshed after hearing everyone's stories. Thank you for coming with me.

Emma: Let's go home, Gilbert.

Gilbert: ….

Gilbert: …But your home is here, you know?

Emma: That's true, but the old me chose to live by your side.

Emma: …Besides, after hearing those stories, I’m certain about it.

Emma: That I was definitely in love with you.

Emma: Otherwise, I would never have gone to Obsidian.

(Rio, Clavis, and Luke, all said the same thing.) 

(That I had gone to Obsidian of my own free will.) 

(That decision itself was my answer.)

Gilbert moves away and pulls me into an embrace that my heart doesn’t find unpleasant.

And above all, the red eye in front of me was wavering.

What was unmistakably reflected there was a profound and earnest love.

(….After coming to Rhodolite, I was finally able to accept it.)

(I am…Gilbert’s fiancée.)

Emma: I haven't regained my memories back yet, but...can I stay by your side?

I asked timidly, Gilbert pulled my hand and placed it on his chest.

Gilbert: …Silly little rabbit. I went through the trouble of creating a chance for you.

Emma: A chance?

Gilbert: Hehe, it’s nothing.

Presses his lips against my forehead, Gilbert smiles.

It was a smile rich with emotion, seemingly oozing happiness from the depths of his heart– oddly unfitting for a great villain.

Gilbert: Let's go home. I'll give you a rose garden even grander than this one.

Emma: I look forward to it.

(Until then, I want to remember everything properly.)

(Because I don't want you to feel lonely anymore.)

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[joekeeryswife]

Weeee I’m here to send you a request!

So imagine Eddie as a sort of Rockstar Dad in a similar vein to Ozzy Osbourne, where he’s doing an interview or something and just casually had his and Reader’s baby on his lap and goes “let’s hope [Baby’s Name] doesn’t puke on me again!” And just Eddie being so soft with his kids and balancing work with his home life 🥹

Dad duties - e.m

hey my gorgeous angels! i’m sobbing 🥹 reading these dad! requests always melt my heart omg. this is adorable. i just know rockstardad!eddie would just adore his babies so much omg. set in 1995! anyway, i hope this is okay! enjoy reading 🩷 ⚠️reader is a model and is 24, Eddie is 29⚠️

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he was in the interview chair with baby Rowan sat on his lap, chewing on her small fist as she looked around the large room. the last time she had been in an interview with him was four months ago, it was very rare that she was with Eddie whilst he was working but today you had to see your manager for a meeting about an upcoming runway show and he had insisted on taking her with him.

Corroded coffin had released a new album which had sold out in minutes, it was incredible how much fame the boys had gotten over the past few years. they had also announced a new tour after their album was released which meant Eddie and the rest of the boys had to do quite a lot of press. he loved being with Rowan, she was just so perfect and he hated being away from her so bringing her to this interview was a must for him.

she was such a character, her little personality just starting to shine through as she grew older and he loved it. the interviewer sat down opposite him, giving Rowan a little wave and a smile before she checked through her queue cards, making sure they were all correct and in order.

"let's hope she doesn't throw up on me this time" he joked to Gareth who was sat next to him who laughed and nodded his head. when she was with him last time she had thrown up all over him just before the interview ended and now that he looked back on it, it was hilarious, but at the time he was not pleased that he had sick all over him.

"i hope she does, it'll be so funny" Gareth looked at Rowan who had been cooing at nothing. Eddie adjusted her in his lap so she was sat sideways. she looked up at Eddie and smiled widely, fist still in her mouth but he could see her two small baby teeth popping through. he bent down, his hair falling all over her face making her giggle and scrunch up her face. he laughed and gave her a quick kiss on her forehead before sitting up straight and focusing on the interviewer.

"i see we've been joined by another rockstar" the interviewer joked and Eddie only laughed and nodded. "she is a rockstar, better than me and i've been one for years" Rowan cooed loudly and looked up at her dad, Eddie looked down and smiled at his baby girl. "i didn't realise how much she looks like y/n, from what i've seen she pulls a few faces and they look a bit like you but she just looks so much like her mum" 

"i think the only things she got from me was my eyes and hair, everything else is her mama. i mean i'm not complaining, she's beautiful. even some of the faces she pulls it’s like i’m looking right at y/n, i know it’s because y/n’s her mum but i didn’t expect Rowan to be exactly like her." both Gareth and the interviewer nodded agreeing with what Eddie had said. you were beautiful, considered one of the most beautiful women in then world and Eddie, a "freak" from a small town had not only been able to get on a date with you, but marry you and have a kid.

“what does y/n think of the new album? i know she’s quite invested in your work” Eddie adjusted Rowan on his lap and nodded agreeing. “she’s very invested, always helping out which i’m very grateful for, i think y/n has a good ear for music, she knows what sounds perfect that’s why the album is so good. i mean she doesn’t typically listen to rock music but she always says whatever we make she loves and i think this album is her favourite one so far”

“what do you think fans will love most about this album and what’s different about it compared to your other ones” this time Gareth answered leaving Eddie to focus on a babbling Rowan. “i think there’s a lot more thought in this album and a lot more meaning, not to say we weren’t focusing on the other ones but this one is just different, i think the band agrees that this is definitely our favourite album so far”

“your fans seem to think so as well, everyone has been raving about it. i’ve even listened to it myself and i’ve gotta say it’s incredible” both boys thanked her, it was nice to hear positive feedback from something they worked so hard on. “this isn’t related to the album but the two of you have families, are they going to come on the tour with you? i mean Eddie you’re a dad now will Rowan come watch one of your shows?” you and Eddie had been talking about this since the idea of a tour came about, you wanted to be there and let Rowan watch her dad on stage even though she was only seven months old it was Eddie’s dream for his family to be with him at his shows.

“it was a hard decision because she’s only seven months but it’s important to me for them to be there so we decided they’ll both come to a few shows here and there, Rowan can’t come to them all because-” Eddie was cut off by small coos and babbles coming from Rowan “dadadada” she said grabbing ahold of his hair and tugging it harshly.

“ouch honey, no pulling please” Eddie was still trying to get used to her pulling his hair, even though Eddie was 100% Rowan’s favourite parent (the little girl loved you so much it but it was obvious Eddie was the favourite) she still loved to hurt him, obviously she didn’t know what she was doing (or maybe she did) and her small hands pulled his hair in a way it burned his scalp.

“dadada” Rowan babbled which made his heart swell, even if she was inflicting pain on him he couldn’t get mad at the adorable little girl. the interviewer and Gareth laughed at Rowan and Eddie. he nodded and smiled, luckily he got his finger in between Rowans fingers and his hair. “i know sweetheart but no hair pulling for now please, daddy’s working” he unwrapped her hand from his hair.

his attention then went back onto the interviewer, Rowans hand was now wrapped around Eddie’s finger, chewing on it but Eddie didn’t care. it wasn’t hurting him and it was distracting her from his hair so it was a win win situation. “sorry about that, because obviously she’s still a baby and the music is very loud, she’d be wearing ear protection but it’s still quite loud so if she was at a show every night it would really affect her hearing”

the interviewer nodded and looked down at a distracted Rowan who was now more focused on looking at Eddie’s finger then chewing on it. “don’t apologise, i just have to say you’re a really good dad. Rowan is really well behaved” Eddie nodded and smiled “yeah she is”

a few days after the interview aired, the clips of Eddie being a dad went viral and Rowan was a hit, everyone loved her. newspapers which focused on celebrities and music had photos of Eddie and Rowan all over them and if Eddie was being completely honest the footage and pictures of baby Rowan were adorable and he would definitely be bringing Rowan to a lot more of his interviews.

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[pandorasfavorite]

Get Out Of There

AN: Yo I just wanted to make a short drabble but I had to make a gif. My punishment is an even smaller drabble

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Every relationship has rules and the rules for you and Dominik were the same.

Always communicate

Be respectful to one another

and don't talk to no body that will get you in trouble

The third rule applies to many different situations, like Dominik or you shouldn't get involved with anyone that may cause problems for your career. That is a person that would get you in 'trouble'. But mainly in this relationship that meant don't go around fucking with anyone else or talking to any other woman/man for no reason.

Of course, some people didn't apply, but a person that you didn't like...such as Cathy was a huge no-no. You have told Dominik a few times how much she ticks you off and also that he should avoid her as much as possible. Dominik is loyal to the core, quite literally other women don't even cross his mind. But here comes Cathy trying to pick his brain about his losing match and his relationship. That's something you'd hate.

"Excuse me, Dominik? Can we get a word?", she says in her high-pitched voice that always makes your head ring. Dominik sighs and looks away attempting to ignore her, he is pressing the elevator button so hard it may jam. She stands there beside him waiting, pressuring him with a microphone and camera. "I'm kinda in a hurry right now", he says putting his hand up, still glancing at the elevator periodically.

"What could've changed out there that would've gotten you that victory?", he rolls his eyes and grimaces at the reminder. Cathy is making it even harder to be around, MIND YOU he shouldn't be around her anyway. "Obviously mami being by my side- Where is this elevator?!", he presses the button harshly again frantically. Cathy starts looking at the camera as if she is offended, which she should be considering Dominik wasn't worried about her feelings.

Finally the elevator doors open and Dominik is the first to rush in and find a corner to stand in. He puts his hand on his face and takes it down quickly, but in reality, he is trying not to get incredibly annoyed by this woman. As she is talking and berating him with questions Dominik is looking for any way to escape, he even pushes on the elevator walls. She keeps asking him questions and Dominik goes back to the sliding doors of the elevator, "Actually I don't wanna-". Dominik has clearly changed his mind about catching a ride.

She asks him yet another question, "Are we done here? Are you done?", Dominik asks but he isn't truly waiting on an answer. He turns to the man sitting in the elevator, "We almost there good sir?", the guy just nods at Dominik. Dominik restrains himself from letting out a sigh of relief. Cathy only gets closer and more pushy for Dominik to answer her questions until Dominik essentially snaps. "My wife doesn't like me talking to you, and I don't like it either", he asserts when the elevator doors open. "Thanks, Cathy", he says sarcastically when he walks past the doors of the hall and finally away from the prodding woman.

After Dominik gets home and showers, he goes to find you in bed lying on your side. You turn over and smile at the familiar feeling of Dominik's weight joining the bed, you lay on your back and look over at him, "Hey baby, how was work? Sorry I had to call in today", you ask him with that soft smile that was reserved for him. Dominik's face turns into a small cute frown at the mention of his day and he lays down on the bed. He slips his arm under your head and pulls you closer into his chest, "Cathy followed me into the elevator and kept asking me questions', he recalled and told you immediately. Being transparent was your favorite thing.

Dominik could've sworn he seen your eyes go dark at the mere mention of her name. "She did what?", you ask in a unruly tone. Dominik kisses the side of your temple in hopes for you to relax and to not take this too seriously. "She was poking at me about the match earlier", he said nonchalantly while playing with strands of your hair. "Well don't worry babe, I'll see her tomorrow", you said in a sweet tone, patting his hand that feel over your shoulder from the position.

Dominik sits up a bit in his spot looking down at you, "Mi Amor no. It's not worth it, I told her off", he reassures you and kisses the corner of your lips. You sit and contemplate how mad you really are. And yeah you're mad, but being with Dominik softens it up a bit. You purse your lips and simply nod, leaning up to peck Dominik's lips before going back to laying on his arm and partially on his chest.

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[irisxstardust]

abby anderson hcs!!

CW: swearing, kind of nsfw but nothing like majorly explicit

here's a lil something while i write p2 - a little gift, if you will 🤍

also yes, i just naturally assumed if you're here for the ellie stuff then you're also here for the abby stuff. i love abby so i'm sorry if you don't

also guys like A/N - this is all my opinion. its not canon and doesn't have to resonate with everyone. pls be nice <3 also i use the word "like" too much and i apologize in advance

- very light on the PDA but everyone knows (everyone knows... that he fucks you - ifykyk). but like actually there's just this air around you both. she doesn't even need to try to intimidate random wolves - they take one look at you both standing together and they are gone. she thinks its quite comical, tbh. also like, no free chairs? no worries, she's got two big ass thighs right here waitin for ya. pick your poison sweetheart 🫶🏻

- you eat first. if she gets her food first then she'll sit at the table and wait for you, or she'll sometimes even go up and make your plate for you before you even get the chance to get near the food. she may not even do it consciously, its just second nature to her: you get your plate first, you eat first, you finish your food first, and you get seconds first.

- i've seen this on hc posts before but she is definitely like really keen on manners. you might be in the midst of an apocalypse, but you best say your "thank you's" "please" and watch your language if you don't want to listen to some bullshit lecture about it.

- you are not alone often, especially when there's people (specifically men) that she doesn't know personally. it definitely has something to do with joel and her father but she'd never admit that. keeping you beside her or always in her line of sight is her subtle way of doing her mf job and protecting you (but you're not stupid and you totally picked up on it right away).

- she literally takes up so much fucking space that when you first met her you would fight about personal bubbles and how she needs to stay in hers. you'd gotten over it by the time you two got together, but you still like to tease her about it. she definitely takes the teasing to heart and either puffs herself up to take up even more room, or stares you straight in the face as she explains the new exercises she's doing to build up her arms or something.

- adding onto the last one, i think she's petty but not petty enough for it to be like a problem (stay with me on this one). like when it comes to a disagreement between you both, she is absolutely the first one to address it and she's not gonna let it strain your relationship. but when it comes to your little pet peeves? yeah she totally teases you about it or like purposefully does it just to get under your skin.

- at first she was hesitant to let her hair down - let alone let you touch it - but once she got comfortable enough she began to ask you to brush it out for her. she definitely savors the feeling of your hands just running through her scalp and massaging the tender skin. having her hair tied back and braided all day definitely makes her very tender-headed, so every little bump makes her wince and ask you to be softer.

-STRENGTH. KINK. (size kink too😋) this is like the most obvious one but like she will literally do anything to prove she's stronger than you or anyone else who "challenges" her. like if one of you doesn't want to walk all the way to your bedroom, thats okay, she'll just have to hold you up against this wall. oh you're making out in the kitchen? she's picking your ass up and swiping an arm across the counter, throwing everything across the floor (and probably breaking stuff), just to drop you on top so your heads are level with each other. she does still underestimate her strength and will like throw you across the room on accident.

- (if you're both fem/afab) she's always seen as the "masculine" partner in the relationship but at home in bed she's like a lil baby cuddling up with her fav stuffie. i can totally see modern!abby being posted to the sound "i want mommy, i want milk, i want to be held, i want to be comforted" on tiktok. and she doesn't mind either. she doesn't mind being the smaller one when it comes to you. she honestly thinks its really lovely how flexible you guys can be with each other and how you always work to meet the other's needs.

- really versatile when it comes to doing the dirty too. she doesn't mind being the one in the harness (the strap's her fav when it comes to sex with you), but she also doesnt mind receiving oral every once and a while too. your relationship is very much 50/50 and that definitely translates into the bedroom.

- and even while you guys are mostly 50/50, abby is just in general a very dominant person who usually takes on the role of the leader.

- abby when she comes home from an early morning patrol to find you still dozing off in bed, wrapped up in the whole duvet and wearing one of her cut off tee's: ☠️. she is deceased. you in her clothes = abby in heaven. no i will not elaborate. i feel like this makes enough sense as is.

- modern!abby is totally a classic metal/alt rock music listener. like of every song available to her she will always pick her favs; nirvana, metallica, maybe kiss, fleetwood mac, ac/dc. like idk they give me mostly "abby in the gym" vibes yk.

- strap game for days. she does not spend every waking moment at the gym only to tap out after one round, absolutely not. she will totally go all night if she wants (and if you want ofc) and like hardly loses breath

- always wants verbal consent. for anything and everything. you have to verbally confirm that yes you want it or no you don't otherwise she will not touch you. she knows shes bigger than you and she knows sometimes she underestimates herself, so unless you verbally agree she will literally move away from you and wait until you're ready. it doesn't matter how far gone you are, she needs you to verbally acknowledge and consent to whatever you're doing.

- if you ever find and wear a skirt around her, definitely prepare to have some finger shaped bruises on your ass from how hard she was squeezing it throughout the day. if you're in a skirt, forget the "no PDA" rule bc she will literally be like drooling

-okay, i know a lot of people see abby as a tits girl but i just cant. maybe its a reflection of me but i think she's totally an ass girl. like just reaching an arm back and rubbing your back before just grabbing a handful like okay mommy whatever you say😇

- i personally don't like choking (trauma✨) but like i think abby would kinda be into it. seeing her big ass hand just engulf your neck like its nothing. she doesn't even have to tighten her grip or press on your pulse points, she'll just rest her hand right there on your neck and be happy. you don't mind it either, ofc.

- she's absolutely the type to be walking next to you while on patrol or out of seattle for whatever reason and notice that you're like shivering and (without a word) just shed her coat and drape it around your shoulders. and don't even bother telling her you didn't want it and that you felt bad - she doesn't give a shit. "can't have my pretty girl getting sick now, huh?"

wow yay so fun!! i love abby so much i'm not even kidding. i've literally consumed all of the abby stuff i can like i'm on this tag everyday. shoutout to all you lovely horny people who keep my obsession alive 🫶🏻 anyway love u bye!

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[svltzmans]

so hot you're hurting my feelings - h.m.

a/n: this was a request from a lovely anon :) i had a lot of fun writing it so i hope you all love it! i'm still pretty new to writing explicit content so bear with me!! (i'm also obsessed with naming my fics after songs, this one is by caroline polachek and i feel like it fits the bill)

pairing: hope mikaelson x fem!heretic! reader

warnings: smut (18+), dirty talk, lots of praise including use of "good girl"

"how the fuck did you do that?," y/n asks, exasperated. her girlfriend, hope, had just performed the most intricate spell she had ever seen.

"here, i'll teach you," hope responds, going through the spell again, step by step, explaining thoroughly to y/n.

"you're so cute when you get into explaining something, but i'm still so confused."

"come on, you're a tough girl. i'll go through it again. you do it with me this time."

so hope performed the spell again, slowly so y/n could follow suit.

the first few times y/n attempted the spell, she just couldn't get it quite right.

it was frustrating, sure, but hope was right. y/n was tough. she wasn't one to show much emotion outwardly.

but hope could read her well. they hadn't been dating long, but hope had put effort into learning her girlfriend's mannerisms.

"hey, it's okay. you're doing so good."

y/n can't help the warmth that starts in her stomach and only moves downwards at hope's words. hope's naturally sensual voice never helps.

"let's try one more time. ready?"

and they do. hope leads the way, performing the spell slowly at first but gaining speed at the final steps. y/n continues mirroring hope's actions, and it's clear that she's gotten the hang of it.

"lecutio," they both chant, as sparks generate in both of their hands.

"look at you go, y/n! i'm so proud of you. you did such a good job," hope praises, taking y/n's hand in her own.

the feeling in y/n's body returns stronger this time, and she can't help the furious blush that comes across her face. she finds herself hoping that her girlfriend couldn't tell how her words were affecting her.

y/n's favorite part of her week was the "history of magic" class she shared with hope. the pair would always sit side by side, both dilligently taking notes on the course content while also slyly exchanging looks of admiration once in a while.

"does anyone remember the year "icaeus" became officially recognized as a spell?," the instructor speaks, scanning the room for willing students prepared to answer his question.

y/n raises her hand, much to hope's enjoyment. she admires her girlfriend's academic confidence, especially because many people see her as guarded and overly intimidating.

"around 3000 B.C.," y/n answers, not even referencing her notes.

"that's correct, y/n. someone's been paying attention," the instructor says through a smile.

hope leans closer to y/n until she's just inches away from her face. "damn, my girlfriend is smart. great job, beautiful," she says, smiling mischievously.

y/n has to physically stifle a sinful noise, although she manages to play it off with a playful eyeroll directed at hope. confident that hope didn't notice her initial reaction, she continues listening to the lecture of the day.

a wickery match was in full swing, an even mix of witches, werewolves, and vampires all happily participating, including hope and y/n.

not only is y/n tough, but she is also quite strong. nobody else in the game could throw the ball quite as far as she could.

after being passed the ball by kaleb, y/n realized she only had one possible move; throw it all the way across the field to a completely unguarded mg.

she knows it's not going to be easy, but doesn't hesitate to use every muscle in her arm to get it as far as she can.

to everyone's shock, the ball reaches mg seemingly effortlessly.

"holy shit! y/l/n, that was amazing!," lizzie shouts, her enthusiasm for the game obvious.

embracing the attention, y/n graciously recieves high-fives from the fellow players.

hope wraps her arms around her from behind, squeezing her girlfriend in an affectionate hug.

"you did so good today, y/n. i'm so proud of you."

this time, y/n whines. she hopes its quiet enough that hope doesn't hear it, but with her werewolf hearing, she's sure she must have.

y/n lays in her bed, several pages deep in a new novel when she hears a knock at her door.

"come in!," she shouts, almost certain she won't be surprised by who is standing in the doorway.

"hey honey, whatcha reading?"

it's hope, closing the door behind her and plopping into bed alongside her girlfriend.

"just this new fantasy novel. you know, like castles and shit."

"sounds like fun, but i think i'm more interesting."

nodding in agreement, y/n puts a bookmark in her novel and puts it on her nightstand. she lays next to hope, gently putting her head on her chest.

"can i ask you a question?," hope speaks after a few seconds of silence.

"anything," y/n responds.

"is there anything i say that... you know, has a particular effect on you?"

"effect on me?"

"yeah, you know ... something i do that.. you like?"

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

y/n is lying through her teeth, and they both know it.

"i just happened to notice, you know, a pattern of behavior."

"what kind of behavior?"

"just, you know, some blushing. extra blushing. maybe even some interesting noises."

"fuck, you heard that?"

"oh, so you do know what i'm talking about."

"no!"

hope knew y/n wouldn't stop denying her desire for praise, and she knew exactly how to force the truth out of her.

"here, let me try something," hope says, looking y/n directly in the eyes.

"okay?" y/n looks directly back, although she is confused by hope's response.

"you are such a good girl, y/n," hope slurs, her voice sultry.

before hope can even register what is happening, y/n's lips are on hers, passionately moving against them.

"so i guess i was right then, huh?," hope teases when the pair finally separates to breathe.

"shut up, mikaelson."

"lay down," hope responds, y/n happy to oblige.

"such a good girl you are, listening to me," hope teases, running her finger down y/n's still clothed torso.

"jesus hope, just take my clothes off already," y/n responds, growing impatient.

and hope does, stripping y/n naked in what feels like a matter of seconds.

"so beautiful, baby," hope coos, before pulling herself on top of y/n, straddling her.

hope's hands start to gently wander, grabbing hold of y/n anywhere she could.

"hope, please just touch me."

"i am touching you."

"you know what i mean."

"i really don't," hope continues to tease. "if you want something, you're gonna have to tell me, otherwise i'll just never know..."

"please just put your fingers inside me," y/n interrupts, her skin growing hot with desperation.

"ah, that's my good girl," hope responds, only adding to the pooling between y/n's legs.

hope lays between y/n's legs, admiring her naked form.

running a finger over y/n's inner thigh, hope studies the way her body responds, with gentle twitches and heavy breathing.

finally, hope gently pushes two fingers into y/n, still focusing on the way she responds.

y/n can't help but let out an obscene moan, finally receiving the feeling she'd been craving for so long.

hope adjusts to a steady pace, curling her fingers each time they're fully inside y/n's aching core.

"such a good girl, taking my fingers like this," hope praises, her voice raspy.

"fuck, hope. f-feels so good," y/n manages to respond, feeling the pleasure build in her stomach.

hope uses her thumb to rub tight circles on y/n's clit, enjoying the way her whines and moans only get louder.

she feels y/n start to squeeze around her fingers, knowing she's close.

"gonna cum for me, aren't you? so good baby," she coos, encouraging y/n to let go.

"god, hope...," y/n almost screams, giving up on holding back as her orgasm crashes over her in multiple waves.

hope talks her through her orgasm with gentle whispers of "that's it, beautiful. you did such a good job for me."

when y/n finally comes down from her high and catches her breath, hope pulls her back onto her chest to relax.

"so, a praise kink, huh?," hope jests, earning a gentle push from y/n.

a/n: it's 7am as i'm posting this 😭 it's already horny on this blog this early

(also why is the formatting on this so weird like some of it is double spaced and some not? how do i fix this help)

#hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson #wlw #legacies x reader #legacies

[coldfanbou]

Management Skills

So here we have the voted piece; the basis was that Xiaoting was too rough with the staff and needed to be taught a lesson by OC and Chaehyun. Anyway, there's quite a bit of rough sex.

Length 1.5K

Xiaoting x Chaehyun and OC

Xiaoting yelled at another manager. She was degrading them for doing a poor job despite the many setbacks that they had faced. It wasn't their fault that most of their staff had gotten sick and couldn't come in for work. You stood outside Xiaoting’s office with her secretary Chaehyun overhearing the manager get chewed out. You glance at Chaehyun, and she meets your gaze. You both nod at each other, understanding that you have to take care of Xiaoting and make sure she won't do anything like this again. Whispering to Chaehyun, "We have to humiliate Xiaoting just a little; she's going too far with her degradation. It's putting everyone on edge that they'll be next."

"Yeah. Imagine being her secretary; I feel like I'm walking on eggshells nearly all the time."

"So when do we do it?"

"Later today, she's got an opening about an hour before the day's end."

"Alright, I'll swing by then." Just then, the door to Xiaoting’s office opens, and the manager in question comes out crying, scurrying away so no one can look at her for long. As you make your way back to your office, you glance back at Chaehyun, who nods. The rest of the workday is spent with occasional glances at Xiaoting’s office, where you see people come in and leave crying.  Chaehyun passes behind you as the time approaches. She leaves you a small note.

"She'll be free starting in three minutes." You count down the time and then begin walking to Xiaoting's office. Opening the door, Chaehyun follows you in and closes the door behind you. 

"What do you two want? I'm not in any mood to play."

Chaehyun responds first. "You've been awfully rough with the staff today Xiaoting." 

"Yeah, and it's killing morale in the office, so we wanted to have a little talk." Chaehyun walks behind Xiaoting while you sit in front of her desk. "You see, having people walk in only for them to come out crying messes doesn't exactly make them comfortable here."

"So what? I'm pushing them to succeed; I'm not looking to have any failures here." You glance at Chaehyun, and she slides her hands inside Xiaoting’s top and starts to play with her breasts. She was squeezing them and pinching her nipples. Xiaoting’s face remains stoic, but Chaehyun can hear Xiaoting slightly hum. 

"Yeah, but there are better ways to go about that, Xiaoting," Chaehyun says as she adds more pressure to Xiaoting’s nipples. 

"Right, and Chaehyun and I were talking. We decided we need to do something to put you back in line." Standing up, you walk over to Xiaoting and pull down your pants. Chaehyun starts working on pulling down Xiaoting's pants and starts to eat her out. You stroke your cock while eyeing Xiaoting. As much as she tries to appear like Chaehyun's tongue isn't delivering untold pleasure, you can see some weakness in her eyes. Growing erect, you pull at the back of her hair, and when Xiaoting can't contain her moans, you force your cock into her mouth. You start thrusting immediately, pounding the back of her mouth. "Xiaoting, you know we usually like to have fun here; let you get some rest between orgasms. That's not happening today." 

Xiaoting’s tongue rubs against the underside of your cock as you ram your cock down her throat. Chaehyun slides to fingers inside Xiaoting; Chaehyun enjoys seeing Xiaoting squirm as she curls her fingers and rubs her walls. Xiaoting sits on her chair, her hips moving slightly as she begins to free her moans. You groan as Xiaoting’s moans cause her throat to vibrate around your cock. Xiaoting shakes as Chaehyun adds another finger and laps at her clit. Tears begin to run down her cheeks as she runs out of breath. Not wanting her to pass out, you take your cock out, and Xiaoting immediately gasps for air. "Better get all the air you can, Xiaoting," you say. While she catches her breath, you slap Xiaoting’s face with your cock, coating it with her saliva. Xiaoting’s unabated moans grow louder as Chaehyun's tongue plays with her clit. Xiaoting bocks her hips wildly as she cums onto Chaehyun. Chaehyun collects as much of Xiaoting’s nectar as possible before kissing her. Xiaoting’s tongue lazily moves as Chaehyun takes advantage of her. Once she feels satisfied, Chaehyun moves Xiaoting and places her on her desk. Chaehyun puts all her strength into a solid strike against Xiaoting’s ass. Xiaoting yelps in response as her ass jiggle from the hit.

"Do it, fuck her," Chaehyun says as she starts to strip. She places Xiaoting’s mouth by her pussy, forcing the older woman to eat her out. You watch the sight in front of you for a moment before aligning your cock and slamming yourself inside Xiaoting. Her walls are split apart by your sudden entrance; she moans into Chaehyun's pussy while you fuck her. Chaehyun kneads her breasts with her right hand while her left pushes Xiaoting further. You begin to spank Xiaoting, overhearing Chaehyun moan, "You need to learn how to be a good girl Chaehyun. We don't want to break you; you're our CEO, after all." Xiaoting can only moan in response. Your cock stretches her pussy, its tightness feeling like bliss. You quicken your pace causing Xiaoting’s body to bounce forward each time you ram your cock back into her. Xiaoting grips the sides of her desk as she nears her orgasm. Chaehyun starts to grind Xiaoting’s face against her pussy, no longer feeling satisfied with letting her work at her own pace. "Come on, Xiaoting; you can do better. I want you to taste more of me." She moaned. Chaehyun began panting as her orgasm neared. "Fuck I'm going to cum." Chaehyun leaned back and wrapped her legs tightly around Xiaoting’s head, keeping her in place. 

As you drove your cock deeper into Xiaoting, you watched her ass bounce. Tempted by it, you place your thumb at her back door and push it in slightly. Xiaoting tries to shake her ass to tell you to stop, but you just spank her in response. The more you thought about her ass, the more aroused you got. Your balls tighten as you continue your thrusts, and you call out to Chaehyun and Xiaoting, "I'm going to cum too." You all move toward your respective orgasms Xiaoting is the first to reach as her body quivers, and she cums on her desk. You and Chaehyun both cum together, filling Xiaoting with cum and nectar. Chaehyun releases her hold on Xiaoting and goes to take Xiaoting’s seat. You pull out of her pussy and, wanting more, press your cock against her asshole. 

"N-no, wait," Xiaoting says weakly.

"We have to teach you a lesson on how to be a good leader Xiaoting. This is your punishment."

"I'll be nicer, I swear."

"That’s good, but we still need to punish you." Without another word, you ram your cock into Xiaoting’s asshole. 

"Fuck! It hurts!" She screams out. Chaehyun scoots over in Xiaoting’s chair and pulls Xiaoting into a kiss to keep her quiet. Chaehyun starts to finger herself as she kisses Xiaoting and watches her take your cock. You feel incredible resistance push through Xiaoting’s asshole. Your cock is covered in her nectar, and your cum helps you slightly, but you're required to put in a lot more force. It was worth it, in your opinion, as her asshole squeezed down on you like nothing else. The incredible pleasure made you want more. You begin to thrust quickly, holding onto Xiaoting’s hips to give you some leverage. Chaehyun's tongue explores Xiaoting’s mouth as Xiaoting gives into being used. The pain she had experienced slowly turned to pleasure the more you thrust into her. As she relaxed, you felt her loosen up slightly, allowing you to go faster. "You're going to apologize to everyone tomorrow, right?"

"Mhmm," Xiaoting moaned in response. Your continued thrusts became frantic as you felt your second orgasm coming. Xiaoting’s asshole soon got tighter again as she went through her third orgasm. Chaehyun watched as Xiaoting’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. You continued ramming your cock into Xiaoting’s unconscious body until you filled her ass with cum. As you pull out, you see her gaping asshole trying to clench onto something that wasn't there. You stand behind Chaehyun to watch Xiaoting slowly come back to reality. 

You hold her head up, "I hope we won't have to do this to you again, Xiaoting. Next time be nicer to everyone." You and Chaehyun begin to dress yourselves leaving Xiaoting on her desk with cum oozing out of both her holes.

Chaehyun spanks Xiaoting as she walks past the older woman, "I hope you can walk yourself out, Xiaoting!" The next day a staff meeting was called, and as Xiaoting limped on stage, you and Chaehyun pointed and laughed.

"I'd like to apologize to the personnel that I made cry yesterday, I was under a lot of pressure, but that does not mean that you deserved that treatment. I was taught a lesson yesterday afterward, and I apologize. I'll try to avoid doing it again." Xiaoting limped off stage and went straight to her office as you and Chaehyun enjoyed seeing her struggle.

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[wjhik]

My First (Jude Bellingham) *Smut*

A/N: teethrotting 

Y/N's POV:

I am so excited for tonight. Jude is coming over to my dorm to have a movie night together. He's getting food and snacks and I'm setting up the living room. I've cleaned my dorm room, which I share with my two roommates. Over the past 2 years, the girls and I have gotten quite close, so having a night with Jude without them teasing me is quite hard. They've promised me that they will stay in their rooms. I have been giddy all day. I gathered all of the blankets and fluffy pillows I could find and placed them on my couch. I've already set up the T.V. with Jude's netflix account that we share, because I cannot be bothered to buy my own. 

Ding Dong!

Oooh he's here! He's here! He's here! I run to the front door and open the door. "Hey, baby!!" I say in a high pitched tone. I reach up and wrap my hands around Jude's neck and pull him into a hug. "I'm so excited!!" I say, pulling away from the hug. Jude is holding my waist with my hands around his neck. He kisses me lightly. "Let's go inside." He suggests. I grab his hand and drag him into my small dorm room. "Sit here. I'm going to go get the remote." I say, pushing him down on the couch. Lord knows I am not strong enough to push him down, so I know that he let me push him. 

Knock Knock

Emery opens the door, half naked, her girlfriend kissing on her. "Mhh...What is it, Y/N?" She asks me with her eyes closed. "Hey- Oh my- Can I get the remote?" I say to her, realizing what is going on. These two are always at it. She scurries into her room and chucks the remote at me, slamming the door shut. I walk back into the living room where Jude is sitting, scrolling on his phone. I pull the blanket off the back on the couch and go to sit down. Jude opens his arms for me to curl up in them as I throw the blanket over us. 

Why would Jude choose a horror movie? I'm so scared right now. All the lights are off. We're in pure darkness, apart from a few candles lit on the coffee table. The fact that it is a cold, stormy night is not helping. I'm holding on to Jude, tight as ever. I have the blanket pulled over my nose, ready to cover my eyes at a pindrop. "AAAHH!!" I scream at a jumpscare. I hide my face in Jude's chest. He giggles and puts his hand over my head, pulling me into him. "It's okay, baby. It's gone now." He says, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. 

Finally, an end to that devilish movie. "Thank god that movie is over." I say as the credits roll. It was quite a short movie, though. "Wanna catch up on some Breaking Bad?" He asks me, munching on some popcorn. "Sure." I'm not really interested, but I am pretty sleepy anyways. (I've never watched breaking bad dont judge me) 

(Smut)

Jude's POV:

Y/N looks so beautiful right now. She's half asleep. She was so adorable when she was scared. I love how she hid in my chest to 'stay safe'. I feel so safe with her. I'm glad she feels the same way. I put my hand on her chin and lift her face up. I kiss her, softly. I can't help myself around her. As I kiss her harder and harder, I can feel myself get hard. Maybe tonight is the night. I've wanted her for so long, but every time I try to escalate things, she stops me. I put my hands right above her arse. I slowly lift her on top of me. Fuck, she's grinding against me. I thought I was hard before, but now. 

Y/N's POV:

How did we get here? Just a second ago, Jude and I were cuddling and now I'm grinding against him. Jude lifts me up and lays me down on the couch. He's kissing my neck. I can feel a heat building in my legs. I grab Jude's face and kiss his lips again. He takes my shirt off. It's okay, Y/N. He's seen you like this before. Just enjoy it. You know he won't push you into something you don't want to do. I can feel my heart beating a mile a minute. 

Jude sits up on his knees and takes off his shirt. He's kissing down my body now. I'm wearing a comfy bra, I didn't expect this to happen. But he looks like he doesn't care. "You're so beautiful, baby." He says to me, kissing the top of my breast. He runs his fingers over the clasp of it and asks, "Can I?" I simply nod at him. He looks deep into my eyes. He makes me feel so safe, but so nervous at the same time. He unclasps my bra and takes it off my body. My arms immediately cover my chest. "Hey. Let me see you, beautiful." He says to me. I pull my arms away from my chest and expose myself to him. He immediately sucks on my nipple. He slowly massages my other breast. I quietly whimper to myself, too shy to be loud. Jude's hand trails down to my shorts. He rubs over my sweet spot. My hips, in reaction, buck up towards his hand, but I push them back down. 

Jude's slowly rubbing me through my shorts, and I'm moaning into his shoulder as he's kissing my neck. I can feel his hand go up and wait at the waistband of my underwear, underneath my shorts. He's looking at me for approval, and I kiss him, giving him the signal. He goes into my underwear and barely dips into my hole, collecting some of my wetness on his finger. He's rubbing my clit in circles, and I can't help but let out a moan. "Does that feel good, baby?" He asks me. He's moving so gently. I nod, aggressively, and give a quick 'Mhh'. He continues his slight movements on my clit as he whispers sweet nothings in my ears. 

Jude's POV:

I know this isn't enough for her, but what if she doesn't want more? Should I ask? Fuck it. "You want more, love?" What if I'm pushing it. She simply nods at me. What if she doesn't mean it? "Need to hear you say it, baby." I tell her. She makes me crazy. I'm so hard, but what if that's not what she wants? "Baby, I want more, but I'm scared."

Y/N's POV:

I think it's time to tell him. "I'm a virgin." Oh, no. I blew it. Why would he want to be with someone who's never done anything? I look at him for his reaction. "I want to make you feel good, but we don't have to do anything you don't want to." He tells me, kissing me lightly. "Are you sure?" I ask him. He's not supposed to like this. "I want to be your first. I love you so much. Only if you want to." He says. "I want to, Jude. I really want to. I trust you." I look into his eyes before he kisses me. He takes off his pants and gets back on top of me. 

We're interrupted by the door swinging open. A very intoxicated Alex and her annoyingly sober boyfriend stumble through the door. "Y/N!! Oh my god!! We had an amazing day!!" Alex says very loudly. She's slurring her words and her boyfriend guides her through the house. Alex looks at Jude and I's position on the couch. Jude has already covered us with a blanket, but it's obvious what we were doing. "Ooohhh!!! Emery!!" Emery comes out of her room to see me and Jude. "Please, go away..." I quietly say, hiding myself in Jude's shoulder. "C'mon, let's get you to bed. Leave them alone." Her boyfriend says. He guides her to her bedroom and tells her to leave us alone. Emery peaks out of her room and says a simple 'enjoyyy' with a smirk on her face, then shuts her door. 

"I'm so sorry about that." I say, embarrassedly. "It's okay, baby. Let's go to your room."Jude simply puts his hand out for me to take after wrapping me in a blanket. I take his hand and he walks me to my room. He lays me down on the bed and kisses me. He quickly removes the remaining of our clothes. "Ready?" He asks me. I can feel the blood rushing through my veins. "Please, be gentle." I tell him. He kisses me. He spits on his hand and strokes his semi hard dick. He puts in at my entrance and very slowly pushes in. My eyes roll to the back of my head. "That okay?" Jude asks me. "Yeah. It hurts a lot, but it feels good." I tell him honestly. He continues pushing inside me. My hands are clawing at the sheets. 

Jude's POV:

I know this'll feel good once she gets used to it. I grab her hands and lock my fingers in with her. I want to make her feel as safe as I can. I push all the way into her and wait. I know she'll need to get used to my size. Don't mean to toot my own horn, but toot toot. "Please, move." She tells me, a sense of desperation in her voice.  

Y/N's POV:

Jude's fucking me so good. I knew sex was good, but I never thought it would be this good. His head is buried into my neck as he's fucking me. "Fuck, baby. You're so fucking tight." He moans. I can feel a knot building up in my stomach. "I think I'm gonna-" He interrupts me and says, "I know, baby. Go ahead." He starts going faster and faster. When I tell him I'm coming, he moves my hands above my head and fucks me through my orgasm. He pushed into me one last time, and finishes inside me. I wouldn't want my first time to be with anyone else.

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[bonny-kookoo]

Lock Me Up | Short #1

In which he realizes some things, but denies himself others.

Tags/Warnings: Detective Agust D my friends, Criminal Kitty!Reader, hybrid Yoongi, mentions of murder, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of past abuse, strangers to enemies to I don't even know, sexual tension?, dead dove do not eat

Length: Mid/short

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"Takehiko is under arrest currently, and is being watched until we can all agree on a court date. She's still with you, right?" The detective is being asked, as he takes a drag of his cigarette outside his apartment on the rooftop.

"She is." He agrees.

"But..?" His superior questions over the phone, knowing Yoongi well enough to realize when he's got something to say. "Don't tell me she wants to retract her statement. Tell her she's safe-"

"No, no that's not it." Yoongi denies, flicking the ash off of his cigarette while he leans his arms on the railings. "Rather.. unforseen circumstances that will probably push anything involving her back by a week or so." He explains with a sigh. "At least."

"So she's in heat." His superior chuckles, and Yoongi feels a bit irritated. Kim Seokjin might be a smart man, but he sure knows how to draw amusement from Yoongi's struggles every single time the chance is there.

"Not quite yet, but probably soon. She's medicated, but still, she won't be able to make any date you might have in mind right now." He explains, flicking away the smoked bud somewhere down to the ground while he checks your tracker- just to make sure.

Legally, any statement you make in court won't have any weight as long as you're in heat- so right now, you're pretty much holding the whole process in the air until you're no longer under the influence of any drugs or your hormones to say it bluntly. Yoongi himself entirely forgot about the possibility of this.

"Oh, I was about to ask how you wanted to handle that." Seokjin chuckles.

"Anything else would've gone against proto-"

"Ah come on Min Yoongi, everyone steps over the protocol here and there!" He laughs over the phone. "Do you not like her? She seemed cute when I met her, not going to lie."

"…" Yoongi can't answer. He wants to- but he realizes in this moment that he just.. never thought about it. Does he like you? Or has he just gotten used to you?

Well, he certainly doesn't mind you.

He neither minded going out to get your medications, nor does he mind how you sometimes reach for his hand at night when you sleep. He doesn't mind how you constantly try to rile him up or get on his nerves, and he definitely doesn't mind your presence when he works. But does he like it?

He.. kind of does, come to think of it.

"It's alright to admit it, you know." Seokjin hums over the phone. "I'm not testing you or anything."

"That would be exactly what you'd say if you were testing me." Yoongi argues back defensively. "Listen, I'll supervise her while she's on her meds, and I'll ring you up the minute she's through with it."

"Well, you do you detective blank-face." Seokjin jokes. "Have fun!" He laughs, and Yoongi rolls his eyes before ending the call and walking back into his apartment where you're laying flat on your stomach-

In the middle of the main room.

"And.. what is this?" He asks, though you just groan into floorboards in agony.

"I'm gonna die~!" You wail, and he sighs.

This is going to be the longest heat he'll probably ever have to sit through.

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"Stop- hey, slow down alright? One is enough for now." He tells you, taking away the pack of snacks from you. You immediately become teary eyed, grabbing after them- though his arm is longer, palm pressed against your sternum keeping you away.

"But I'm hungry!" You cry out. "I'll starve! You're gonna make me starve, is that it? Did I bother you so much that you want me dead now?" You ask dramatically, and he takes a deep breath.

"You're not starving." He clarifies as carefully as he can manage, putting the snacks back into the highest shelf where he keeps most of your foods at the moment since you use any moment where he's not looking to practically consume everything edible in his household. "You just feel empty, and you confuse that with hunger." He explains, and now you just look annoyed.

"Yeah well, who's fault is that?" You accuse with crossed arms. "Anyone else would've just screwed me already to get it over and done with." You say, and he looks at you with a blank face.

"I'm not anyone, however." He reminds you.

"I know.. I'm sorry- you're tryin'a be nice and I'm such a bitch for no reason.." you suddenly deflate, walking away from him to crawl underneath a blanket on your chaotic bed, hiding.

It's your medication- and he honestly feels sorry for you.

When you're not cramping and uncomfortable and most of all nauseous, you start to feel empty and hungry, not to mention the mess that's your emotions. One moment you're irritated by nothing, the next you're scared of everything. It's a little tough to handle, he won't lie.

Mostly because he wants to help as much as he can, but there's really a tough limit to what he can actually do without.. well, that.

"Here, drink something instead, that's more important right now." He offers, squatting down at the side of your bed with a bottle of water.

There's no answer.

"You're not asleep."

"How'd you know?!" You suddenly ask, throwing back the covers as you sit up, holding your heat quickly from the whiplash.

"Its not that hard to tell." He- chuckles?!- before he unscrews the cap of the water bottle. You drink eagerly- though you keep your eyes on him the entire time, as if you're thinking of something that involves him. "What?- no no no, my God..." he sighs as you try and talk without having swallowed down the last gulp of water, immediately forcing yourself to cough.

When you finally stop, he tries again. "First drink, then talk." He reminds you, and you nod.

"Can I ask how you got that scar? Like, who did that?" You wonder, finger reaching out to touch it- and he instinctively leans away from you. "Oh sorry, my bad." You apologize, and he shakes it off.

"Its not a cool story, really." He mumbles quietly. "Nothing what you might expect." He shrugs, screwing the cap back onto the bottle before he stands up to put it back into the fridge.

"..so?" You ask meekly, still wanting to know. "I mean you don't have to say-" you start, but he cuts you off as he washes some dishes in the sink.

"Me." He says, and you freeze in your spot. "You asked who did it." He says over his shoulder when he notices your silence, and at that, you watch him with an unreadable expression, before you get up. "What, you wanna look at it aga-"

But he's caught off guard when you simply quietly hug him from the back, soft purring trying to somehow get your feelings across.

And he understands.

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"What is it?" He asks when he notices you pacing again, not wanting to sit down at all it seems like. Your tail snaps upwards at the sound of his voice- but you're not answering for a moment.

"I need to go outside." You say, and he puts his pen down, ready to argue. You've already argued twice about this very specific topic- he can't let you outside like this on your own, the risks too high. And unbeknownst to you, it's not just because you're still a key witness to his case- but also because he personally doesn't want you to roam around outside while clearly still in heat, medicated or not.

He doesn't want to admit it yet, but his reasoning aren't just because he's a hybrid and therefore influenced by you.

"I know! I know you said I can't but I really need something and-" you argue instantly, standing in front of his desk with your legs pushed together suspiciously.

"I bought them already." He tells you nonchalantly, picking up his pen again to continue working. "They're in the bathroom, underneath the sink." He explains, and you stare at him for a moment, before you squint your eyes in suspicion, walking where he told you he'd pit what you need.

There's no way he actually-

He did.

It's definitely a more expensive brand you'd be using- but you won't question it for now, rather glad to be able to clean up and regain some comfort as you do your business and line your underwear with the hybrid-heat pads.

Maybe that'll help him, too.

You know he's affected by you inside his home even if he doesn't admit it- it's not hard to notice. He tends to go outside a lot more, he keeps a window open next to him when he works, he tries to keep any close contact to a minimum. You like that he stays respectful, sure- but you also feel awful about it, because you're just making his job and life so much more complicated right now. No one wants to willingly take care of a medicated hybrid in heat- it's exhausting, annoying, and most of all-

"Everything alright in there?" He asks through the door, knocking pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Y-yeah, no issues!" You call out, and he seems to leave at that, making you deflate. The detective seems to be a pretty good guy underneath that weird tough guy persona he puts up during his work- but it's clear to you that while he might tolerate you, and doesn't truly mind you, he doesn't like you either. He's still someone who despises his own genes, so it's a no-brainer that he probably doesn't like you either.

And you don't blame him at all.

Walking outside the bathroom, you rub your eye- and he immediately gets up to check on you. "What happened?" He wants to know, thinking you're crying, but you wave him off.

"..got.. something in my eye.." you mumble, making him click his tongue as he holds your face in his hands to tilt it upwards so he can see better. He's concentrated on his task, but his grip isn't rough or anything- he's awfully gentle, careful in locating and brushing the hair out ofbyour eye, before he lets go of you again. "..thanks." You mumble, and he nods, walking back to his desk.

"No problem." He simply answers, orange hue from the setting sun coloring the entire interior of his apartment.

"Hey, Detective.?" You ask, carefully pushing some things on his desk with your leg as you sit on the corner, making him furrow his brows at your antics- though he's used to them at this point. "Do you have like- hobbies?" You wonder, and he clicks something on his laptop before he closes the device, leaning back in his seat with crossed arms.

"Not really, no." He answers dryly.

"Boring." You huff. "Not even old-people-stuff like, I don't know, collecting stamps or something?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

"No." He simply answers, and you let your shoulders drop.

"Oh come on man, I'm trying to make smalltalk here!" You whine, and he chuckles- something he's been doing recently, and it fills you with happiness, in a way. "You gotta help me out!"

"Why would I?" He asks, leaning his head to the side a bit. "You're pretty entertaining like this." He shrugs.

You, in return, pull out your tongue, before jumping down to walk into the kitchen, attempting to climb on the countertop to reach your snack-stash.

"Hey- stop that!" He immediately calls out rushing to you, pulling you down but your middle before setting you back down onto the ground.

"But De-te-ctive~!" You wail dramatically. "I'm gonna-"

"You're not going to starve, I told you." He reminds you, but you simply suddenly fall limp in his grip, practically melting through his arms like liquid before you're on the ground, giggling. He sighs.

"Your life is gonna be so fucking boring when I'm gone." You joke-

And he knows, deep inside, just how right you are.

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"Pssst, Detective.!" You hiss- but he's dead asleep. "Detective!" You hiss again, but still, he's unconscious.

It's unusual for him to sleep this tightly, not even reacting to you when you're pulling on his arm. And it's freaking you out- because you know for a fact, someone's on the roof, and its a stranger.

You're just about to slap the man, when the window crashes, making you instantly try and hide- but it's no use, because his apartment isn't big at all, and gives you nowhere to truly go in the spur of the moment like this.

You notice how the detective's eyes slowly open, as if he's fighting to wake up- but he still doesn't move.

The food delivered. The young delivery guy at the door that seemed awfully nervous. The soda only he himself had drunk yesterday.

He's so fucking stupid, he thinks to himself.

You can feel Yoongi's grip trying to hold you close to him as you hold onto his hand- but he can't bring himself to do anything else as you finally slip from his fingers, a hit to your head making you go limp as you lose consciousness right in front of his eyes.

And suddenly you're gone, apartment cold and empty again.

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#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #yoongi imagine #hybrid imagine #yoongi imagines #min yoongi imagines #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi imagine

[v3nusxsky]

Can you do a fic where Larissa and r hate each other and they don't get along well. And after a few months r catches Larissa pleasing herself and moaning r's name. (Prompt 27. "If you hate me so much, why do you moan my name in the shower!?"). And may it be smut filled please. I love your work and keep it up. I'm proud of you dear. I love your work.

Thin Line 18+

*Authors note~my attempt at enemies to lovers and I know the requestee had been waiting for a little while now so here it is lovely*

Trigger warnings~ masturbation, sex you'd mentioned r has a dick idiots who want eachother but don't believe the other wants them degrading dom r daddy r sub Larissa throat fucking

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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You and Larissa always had to one up each other. You couldn't help but find her a worthy challenge, she's beautiful and stunning but extremely uptight. But Larissa found you infuriating because you were more down to earth and willing to take more risks. You were still bright and beautiful in your own right but but your confidence was overwhelming. But it doesn't mean that you weren't a lovely person because you were, and Larissa knew that from the glowing feedback from other staff members, Larissa couldn't help but think maybe she's being too harsh on you. Perhaps it was fear, knowing she was attracted to you left her vulnerable and that was not something Larissa wanted to be feeling.

That all said, she couldn't shake the attraction she felt for you, she'd tried, but nothing worked. She always wound up the same way, legs spread as she worked her favourite toy in and out of her soaked cunt, your name tumbling from her ruby red lips as she came. As frustrating and embarrassing as it was, Larissa just couldn't seem to get to the same pleasure by thinking of anyone else, no supermodel, no celebrity and even Morticia had never had the blonde cumming that hard like you do. It had gotten bad for the blonde recently, with the whispers running through the staff that you happened to be extremely gifted, her thoughts began to wonder to a new heightened level.

You hated having to do this after hours, but you needed the principal to sign off on one of your planned experiments, you knew she'd be sat at her desk, a glass of red wine perched delicately in her long slender fingers, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. You'd have one hell of a problem to sort out, maybe that's why you were so cocky around her, a cover up. You couldn't allow her to know she was your very own drug. One you would never wanna quit, but you'd not even really had a full taste yet.

That's when you heard it. A breathily whimper of your name. You paused, surly you'd miss heard that. You had to be wrong. But there it was a again slightly louder than before. The running of water was drowning out your footsteps, that's how you slipped into her office and her adjoining bedroom with out her noticing you. You perched on her bed, leaning back on your arms confidently as you listed to your boss get herself off crying your name as she came.

To say Larissa Weems had the fright of her life would be the understatement of the century really. The woman she'd just fucked herself to thoughts of was currently sitting on her bed looking at her like she wanted to jump her bones there and then. It didn't take you long to advance to the older woman, her backing away and clutching her fluffy towel to her chest as she spluttered about how wrong this was. You hated each other!

"If you hate me so much then why were you moaning my name in the shower pretty thing?" You teased as her eyes widened before spotting the tent in your pants. "It's, um we can't- we shouldn't" she mumbled as her eyes stayed laser focused on your crotch. "If it's so wrong Larissa, why can't you tear your eyes away from the bulge you caused" you purred watching the blonde woman gulp.

You were ready to back away, to accept your feelings were unrequited and go back to your old ways. "Please" was all that she managed to whimper. "Knees now" you demanded as she sank to her knees trying to hold the towel to her body. "Lose the towel. God you can't even do something simple!" You watched as she self consciously let the towel fall to the floor. You stripped down to match her state, not wanting her to feel too out of place. The needy whine she let out when her eyes found your girthy long cock. The whispers were true.

"Are you just gonna stare at it? Or are you gonna open your mouth like a slut and take it?" Before she could even make a sound you shoved the tip of your dick into her mouth. Her eyes widening in shock as you pushed inch by inch into her warm throat. Larissa slacked her jaw to take more of you in an attempt to hopefully soften your thrusts yet it only filed you with more fire. "Hate me such much, yet your on your knees sucking daddy off like a good little whore. Probably whoring yourself out to so many other people" you panted as you felt the familiar tightening in your lower stomach. "Fuck take it like a good little cumslut" you whimpered as Larissa gagged around your shaft, droll dribbling down her chin as you finally came. Shooting hot thick cum down her throat, hands in her wet hair as you pushed yourself impossibly deeper. Only when you came down from the high did you remove your semi hard cock from her now slightly swollen lips and tugged her to her feet. "Still hate me hmm?" The blonde shook her head in shame, "never did but you are too cocky and arrogant."

If only she knew what she'd just done. "Hands and knees on the bed pet" was all you offered as the blonde wordlessly complied. Without much warning you shoved your semi hard cock into her leaking folds which caused her to let out an almost pornographic moan, “fuck too much” she whined causing you to scoop her hair into a make shift ponytail and tilt her head back. “Fucking take it bitch”you almost growled before pushing further into her tight little hole with a harsh smack to her ass. “Daddy!” She squealed. “That’s right, you’re daddy’s bitch. Fuck I wanna see you as you cum all over my dick” you panted slipping out of her long enough to flip her on her back and return to pounding onto her cunt. The delicious sounds of skin on skin and her soaking cunt filled the room, her boobs bounced with every single thrust as she whimpered and whined for more.

Slowly you slipped a hand to wrap around her pretty little throat, applying a light pressure to hopefully add to her pleasure. “Does my sweet slut like daddy’s hand being her necklace” you taunted never stopping your ruthless pounding, “nothing but a mere dumb fuck toy for daddy. You don’t need to breathe baby, not when you’re just pretty holes for daddy to fuck. That sinful throat, mouthwatering tits and this pretty pussy is mine. And that ass, fuck, it’s mine too. I’ll fuck it so good next time. Be a doll and cum.”

That was all it took for Larissa to see stars. The orgasm she’d brought herself to earlier that night paled in comparison to what you gave her. The poor woman was fucked so well that before you managed to cum shepassed out immediately causing you to stop. Consent wasn’t there anymore and you cared for her way too much to hurt her in such a way. So you immediately covered her body with the bedsheet and came to settle next to her. Painfully hard but that didn’t matter. When Larissa roused back to the land of living she immediately called for you, “I’m here Ris.” Only then did it all make sense. And upon sporting your still raging hard on she felt her heart flutter. You stopped when she passed out. “Thank you” she murmured and you nodded in a sign or respect, “of course Rissa, it’s true what they say there’s a thin line between love and hate. I crossed that ages ago.” So yes you maybe painfully hard but stopping was important. Not to say Larissa didn’t help you out after or that you two finally admitted feelings and even went public. All because you both walked that line together.

Word count| 1475

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #anon requested #larissa weems smut #larissa x you #larissa x reader #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems #principal larissa weems x reader #weems x reader #principal weems #weems #weems smut

[luvring]

I saw "suggestion for cove" i ran here asap. So hear me out hear me out.... In game you only hear about mc and Cove going to school between the steps so i would love to see if you have any headcanon about the two of them hanging school life ( from step 1 age to step 3, you choose what age )

— cove school life hcs

thank you. Thank You. i miss him. like i could just replay the game he's Right There but I Miss Him. i'm saur sorry if any of this doesn't match canon I haven't played in so long. also sorry if my experience doesn't match urs. um. i tried to pick universal experiences

the both of you stay up the night schedules come out to make sure you have classes together. there's quiet celebrations when you match up and groans where you don't

you share anything and everything that happened during your time apart on your way home ! cove has never had your math teacher in his life but from the sheer amount of stories you've shared he hopes he never sets foot in that class

BOOK FAIRS! if you really wanted something he'd offer to help pay for it. he might have gotten one of the cool pens or eraser or something

you're always field trip buddies. you sit on the bus together, you walk around together, it is simply law!

oh my god assemblies where the teachers got seats and the kids didn't. he turns to you and whispers about how unfair it is every year. you agree obviously

THE SCHOOL CHRISTMAS PLAYS ☹️ thinking about little cove singing. help. the songs get stuck in your head after music class so they get stuck in His and

little school valentine's where the both of you get each other the cards/candies they sell. platonic or not—personally i love doing it w friends

god. you know he's going to bee line towards you during group projects. why wouldn't he! he knows how you work, you know how he works, it's perfect like It's Perfect

doodle on his notebook doodle on his notebook do

there's a page where the both of you talk in the back of your notes that's a complete mess but it's lovely

asks you for help on what to say during introductions/ice breaker activities. what he says changes over time of course but he's been using the same base for years atp

school dances might be a bit hectic for him but if you wanted to go he'd definitely try his best . just give him some time and don't pull him into the middle of it all please

depends on if cove was athletic or studious but um. cove protecting you during dodgeball! let's think about this (said by girl who despised every version of dodgeball.)

you know he loved the swimming unit for p.e. like he'd actually be excited to come to school

the Dance unit. every time he'd switch over to being your partner you could see him relax

would Absolutely do the thing where you stand in line in a way so you get put on the same teams. every time the teacher would pull a quick one and you'd be on different teams he'd either sneak onto yours or be very upset.

if the class had an assigned seating chart he'd be very tense walking in before seeing the board. he denies it but you're either going to see him pout or grin at the results so

i don't know how they got to school but If it was a vehicle,, car or bus,, just imagining you dozing off and cove scooting over so you can rest your head on his shoulder ☹️

(the first time he saw you rest against the window he started panicking because of how bumpy the road was and now it's stuck in his mind forever)

walking is still quite lovely though. holding hands on the way to school...please.

you and cove will always wait for each other any day you finish earlier than the other

if you ever forgot your lunch cove is immediately splitting his in half

he'd help you study for your classes even if he wasn't taking them. hand him a quizlet/flashcards/your study guide and you're all set!!

y'know how they'd force you to go outside for recess even if it was cold as shit. i feel like cove tried to hide in the washroom at least Once. he could probably get away with it a few times before getting caught

i think it's up to you what it is but like, having something you do after exams to celebrate and relax. i'm not saying cove uses this as motivation but you know.

and if you ever did particularly bad on one cove would be upset with you because ?? he knows how hard you tried and just wants to cheer you up. always reminds you that you did your best and there's always next time.

gives you a Look when you tell him you stayed up or weren't taking care of yourself. will do everything in his power to help you

depending on what clubs you joined, he'd try to tag along. especially if it was a more chill one and not like, a dance club (😔)

^ though if you were in any kind of performance cove would make sure he could come. smiles to himself when you get on stage like Ok That's Awesome For Me

in my mind if you're dating,, you are The prom couple. even if you aren't voted in, it doesn't take a lot to notice the sea green haired boy and his s/o who he has a soft spot for. come on. there's at least 2 friend groups discussing how you'd win (i have no idea how prom works btw)

you know at the end of elementary + jr. high + high school there'd be those parties or graduation. people, fairly, get upset about leaving their friends. but cove without fail looks at you and is always always grateful for the fact he knows he won't lose you

i don't know the last time i used this taglist If Ever. pls tell me if ur not supposed to be on it omg. | @lordbugs @xfangirl-trashx @fifteenshadesofpinkk @lotus-sukimono @bakugosgrenade @vhenis

#cove holden #cove holden x reader #our life #ol:ba #our life beginnings & always

[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

jealous sex with jisung

Thank you so much for your ask <3 I hope this somehow matches your taste, I went a little crazy... but can you blame me?

Louder - P.JS

Pairing: Park Jisung x (fem!bodied) reader

Word count: 2463 words

AU/Genre: smut, established relationship

Other members: Lee Donghyuck / Haechan

Warnings: jealousy and possessiveness, dirty talk, hair pulling, strength/muscle kink, heavy degradation, name calling (whore, slut), spanking, fingering (f receiving), humiliation, deep throating (m receiving), 69ing more or less?? you’ll see, clit spanking (idk why this keeps happening in my fics), overstimulation

A/n: this scenario takes place between two commited adults who have often engaged in sexual activities. though it is not mentioned in the fic, they have a safe word and ways to communicate when it’s too much! I didn’t include that in the fic for vibe purposes, but please keep that in mind as you read it. Now please, enjoy this filth!

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There's no way in hell you could've seen it coming. What you had seen as some simple joking and teasing with Donghyuck, Jisung had interpreted as something else entirely. A soft touch here, a lingering stare there and one could practically see the fuming steam rushing out of Jisung's ears as he glared at you giggling because of a joke Donghyuck told.

Jisung knows – or should know – that you would never feel what you feel for him for anyone else, especially not for his friends, and even if you did, it's not like you would ever act on something as insignificant as a little crush and put your relationship with the love of your life on the line.

Donghyuck is generally known as a person who more than enjoys physical contact; he always hugs people, or goes as far as to press a big, wet kiss on one's cheek, so it shouldn't be something that concerns Jisung. It's not like Donghyuck did any of that to you, however. He might be a menace, but he would never come between one of his friends and their partner.

Still, it seems as if it doesn't sit right with Jisung how close you and some of the members had gotten, and it shows in the way he just got up from his place on the couch, startling both you and Donghyuck by grabbing you by the arm and pulling you out of the room with him.

You had sent Donghyuck a shocked glance just before you were forced to turn the corner, and he had answered with a simple shrug, wide eyes and an agape mouth.

As soon as the door slams shut behind you, Jisung presses you against it, though still maintaining a distance of the length of an arm between the both of you. You blink at him, the first shock having faded by now to leave nothing but cluelessness behind.

Your lack of talking takes Jisung aback and he lowers the arm that was just pressed against the wooden surface next to your face.

"What the fuck?!" You finally bring out, blinking furiously as you lean your head forwards slightly.

Jisung takes a deep breath before scrunching his eyebrows, the stern look from before having a comeback on his handsome features. "I didn't like that."

"Like what?" You blink slowly once.

"Why do you have to be so touchy with him?"

Oh.

Ohh.

A smirk creeps onto your features and you lift a hand to pinch Jisung's cheek. "Aww, are we a little jealous?" You pout fakely, pulling on the soft flesh of his cheek that you hold in between your thumb and pointer finger.

Frowning ever more, Jisung pushes your hand away from his face, grabbing onto your wrist instead to push it against the door. "Don't do that."

"But I'm right," you say, and there's so much confidence in your voice that you hope Jisung envies. You smile, dropping your head to the side as you eye Jisung's form. It's probably not the right moment for this, but you can't help but to notice the way he's pushed the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, exposing his quite muscular forearms to your eyes.

You're glad that you've known Jisung long enough to know that he's not really angry with you. If there's something that really bothers him, he reacts much more directly and addresses the topic when the both of you are calmed down and alone.

This is different, so there has to be something else behind it.

"You're a brat," Jisung retorts, suddenly grabbing your hair, yanking your head back a little to make you look at him, catching you off guard. Your eyes widen as you look at him now almost innocently, your previous victorious smile completely wiped off your face at this point.

Sometimes, you feel like Jisung underestimates his own strength. He seems so naive and bumbling, but maybe he actually does know what he's doing, showing you his strength in moments like these, so nonchalantly and confident that seems so far off his usual personality.

And it makes you rub your legs together involuntarily.

"Does this get you off?" Jisung asks, catching onto the action due to the lack of space in between your bodies. His attitude is not faltering at all as he keeps staring you down, and you feel intimidated, almost humiliated by its intensity. "Hm? Did you do this to piss me off? Flirt with my friends, get their eyes on you with your tiny clothes, let them touch you just because you're such a whore for attention?"

You hadn't even noticed him getting closer until his breath fans faintly over your mouth. You gulp, you're sure there's this tiny hint of submissive fear showing in your eyes right now, the one that only Jisung's able to get out of you.

"Answer me."

"I-I wasn't-"

"Why are you lying to me?"

You push forward, you body now pressing against his as you reach to connect your lips with his in a kiss. Jisung isn't having any of your antics, pulling back just far enough for you to realize that he's not going to kiss you. The action has you whimpering.

"What is it with you, huh? Get on the bed." You obey, quickly stepping over to Jisung's bed as soon as he releases his hold on your hair. Behind you, you can hear him mutter under his breath, "can't believe my beloved girlfriend is such a slut."

Kneeling on the bed, you're waiting for him to make his way over to you. He does, slowly, until he sits down at the edge of the bed, raising his brows slightly as he looks over at you.

"I don't know what you're waiting for," Jisung says calmly, gesturing to his lap. You mutter a quick "sorry," before you shimmy to sit down on his thighs.

"No," Jisung sighs, "are you stupid? Lay down."

And suddenly, it dawns on you what he's about to do. You comply, though, the thought sending a tingling sensation down your spine, heat coiling in your lower stomach.

"Look at you, fucking whore, your skirt is so tiny, your whole ass is exposed." Jisung brushes over the expanse of your cheeks, and you bite into your fist, anticipating the first hit.

It comes, though way harsher than you thought, and a mewl escapes your lips. Jisung's never spanked you before, but you can't say that you never dreamed about it, imagined it when you had too much time for yourself.

The stinging pain sends tingles through your core, causing wetness to pool in your panties with every slap that makes your ass jiggle for Jisung's eyes only. You're so unhinged at this point, enjoying the way he's trying to punish you even though you love it so much, that you let out a moan at his next harsh slap.

"You're so pathetic," Jisung mutters, spreading your cheeks apart to be able to see the dark, wet stain on your panties, "you're dripping just because I spanked you."

You suppress a giggle, wiggling your ass a little and lifting your hips. Jisung gets the hint and pulls your panties off of you. One of his long fingers collects the wetness that had seeped out, spreading it further over your folds. You press back against him, but he does not grant you the wish of finally being touched properly.

"You want my fingers?"

"Yes, please."

"Tell me I'm the only one who can make you feel good."

"What?"

Jisung smacks your ass again, much harder this time, the pain causing tears to pool in your eyes as a small scream escapes your throat. The next second, your hair is being pulled again, causing your upper body to lift into the air, and Jisung leans over so he can look at your face.

"Okay, if you don't want to say it, I'll make you." And with that, he pushes two of his fingers into you, setting a rapid pace from the start. He knows your body well enough to know what makes you scream, so he does just that, fingertips brushing over your sweet spot over and over again with such precision that your eyelids flutter shut.

Due to your position, you can't moan properly, only choked sounds coming out of your mouth and you can't even stop them. Jisung knows exactly what he's doing, touching you everywhere you need him at once, pushing you close to your high in no time.

"Fuck, you're clenching so much around my fingers, are you that close already? I'd be humiliated if I were you, putting up such an act only to fall apart on my fucking fingers that quickly."

You whine, his degrading words getting to you and you can almost taste your orgasm. You try to keep your sounds in, afraid that if he knows you're going to cum, he'd deny you your orgasm. Much to your surprise, he lets you, walls clenching repeatedly around his digits as you make a mess on his light jeans.

With shaky thighs, you try to catch your breath, and Jisung lets go of your hair, making you fall forwards. "I'm not done with you."

He picks you up, laying you down on the mattress on your back with your head towards him. You look up at him as he towers over you, hands making quick work to open his pants and get his dick out. "Open."

You comply, opening your mouth and letting your head rest on the edge of the bed, and Jisung teases his tip against your tongue before slowly thrusting in. You gag once he reaches the back of your throat, but make no moves to stop him. You love it when he uses your body like this. Once Jisung's made sure you can take it, he sets a medium pace of fucking into your mouth.

His fingers find your hole quickly, thrusting his fingers back inside as the pad of his palm massages your clit simultaneously. You moan against his dick, sending vibrations through it that make Jisung groan out as well.

Jisung speeds up his movements, his fingers touching you as deliciously as before, but this time, the way his cock keeps choking you only adds to the pleasure your feeling. It's messy, but your hips buck violently as you scream out around him, another orgasm taking over you.

Though he hopes you don't hear it, Jisung curses above you. He absolutely loves the way you look when you cum for him.

A harsh slap is delivered to your clit as soon as Jisung's pulled out of your mouth, and you whine at the pain and overstimulation, pressing your thighs together.

"Hm? Do you think Haechan could make you feel like this? Make you cum so fast with just his fingers?" Jisung walks around the bed, yanking your body so you lay perfectly in the middle of the mattress. You're already a little hazy from cumming twice in such a short time, but Jisung does not seem to have mercy on you.

Within seconds, he appears on top of you, tip instantly brushing over your folds. The overstimulation causes you to whine out as his grazes your clit with it, and Jisung smirks. Though, you love it, pushing your hips closer to him to finally feel him inside you.

"You want my dick, baby?"

You whine again, nodding your head. Jisung reaches out to brush a few hairs out of your face, the gentle action a stark contrast to his roughness. "I'll give it to you, but you have to promise me something."

"Anything," you breathe out, eyebrows scrunched in anticipation. You're so turned on right now, your own cum coating the insides of your thighs already.

"Moan my name."

You groan out at his words, at his possessiveness, nodding your head again. Jisung seems satisfied with your response, rubbing his tip over the whole length of your slit again before slowly pushing in. Your eyes roll back as he fills you with his girth and you have to grab onto the sheets underneath you to ground yourself, the feeling overwhelming.

Jisung finally bottoms out, then sets a rough pace pounding into you. The moans just spill out of you, you don't have it in you to hold anything back at this point, mind too hazy and too focus on the feeling of Jisung dragging along your walls to care about the level of volume of your sounds.

"Jisung," you groan as he keeps hitting into your sweet spot, hands flying up to grab onto his arms, and your hips come up to meet his thrusts.

"Louder."

"Jisung!"

"Louder."

You practically scream out his name at this point, going crossed-eyed as Jisung grabs onto your hips to pull you onto his dick over and over again. You feel yourself crumble in his hands, so close all over again that your thighs begin to shake, the muscles around your stomach clenching repeatedly.

"Who do you belong to? Who's slut are you?"

"Yours."

"Say it."

"I'm your slut, Jisung," you cry out as you cum for the third time, tears spilling out of your eyes at the intense feeling of pleasure. The orgasm is so mind-blowing that your sight goes black for a second, and you can feel your face tingle from the lack of blood.

You're so far gone that you don't even realize Jisung pulling out of you just seconds later, jerking himself to finish over your stomach. Once you've relatively come back to your senses, you look up at him. You imagine what you must look like, hair tousled and spread out over the sheets underneath you, cheeks blushed and eyelids heavy over your glossy eyes.

"Are you okay?" Jisung strokes over your cheek before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. There's a hint of worry in his eyes as he scans over your body. He's always so cute like this, checking up on you after screwing your brains out.

"I love you," you sigh, smiling weakly. Jisung returns the smile, then kisses your lips. You gaze into each other's eyes, gently stroking each others bodies and making out, then you feel Jisung's hardness against your entrance again.

"Let me make love to you now," he whispers, completely ignoring the way his cum sticks between both of your stomachs. You nod and sigh as he pushes into you all over again.

A loud knock on the door startles you.

"I get it, Jisung, I'm sorry, I'll never talk to your girlfriend again, just please, keep it down this time, I'm trying to take a nap," Donghyuck's voice sounds from outside, making you and Jisung giggle into each other's mouths.

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[gimmethatagustd]

Hello!

I've read a lot of fics in which a member of the bts makes the oc feel good about their body after pregnancy, praises their body and stuff,

I was wondering if you could make a jungkook fic (or any other member if you want) where he's a writer and so can't put in time for excercise, he's lost his abs, his arms and thighs have gotten lose, and he feels like the reader doesn't like him anymore because when they got together back in college, he had all that

He's just worried that he's not pretty anymore, and then the reader makes sure he realizes just how pretty he is in her eyes, that he doesn't need a crazy sculpted body for her to love him, he could have a beer belly for all she cares and she'd still love him just as much

Your fics are AWESOME and I've really wanted to request this one for a while, so I hope you like the idea!

THAT'S MY BABY | JJK

All you want to do is make sure that your boyfriend feels good about himself, no matter how life changes.

» pairing: jungkook x reader

» genre: BTS | 18+ (i guess?? idk i’m bad at judging these things) | established relationship | fluff

» wc/date: 1.4k | August 2022

» warnings: body image insecurities | they shower together, but it’s not sexual 

» notes: this request is so cute and unique 🥺 thank you so much for sending this in. i'm sorry it took me a while to get to it, but i hope you enjoy 💖 and thank you to my beta reader @here4btsfics who has a lovely fic about a similiar topic here - pls go and read it, too!

» masterlist | ao3 | send me ur thots 👅

» what was jai listening to? i.f.l.y. - bazzi // nothing feels better - pink sweat$

You were accustomed to waking up to the soft indentation of where your boyfriend’s body had laid in bed beside you. You spread your fingers out, smoothing over the wrinkled sheets and pressing your palm into the remaining warmth from his body. Normally it was the smell of coffee and the click clack of fingertips against a keyboard that coaxed you awake on a sleepy Sunday morning. Jungkook didn’t like waking you up. He tiptoed around the apartment, fuzzy socks sliding along the wooden floors and catching on the occasional rug, thoughts lost in the imaginary worlds he created inside his head.

You were in awe of his mind, never quite privy to everything that went on inside it, though you assumed you wouldn’t fully understand anyway. Creativity was, admittedly, not your strong suit. At least, not in the way it was for Jungkook. His ability to shape fragments of ideas and put them down in beautiful prose was enviable. It came to no one’s surprise that his short story collections were a hit from the very beginning. From anyone else’s eyes, Jungkook was right where he needed to be. 

For him, it wasn’t so simple.

With sleep blurring your eyes, you tripped over something on your way to your dresser. Looking down, your toes brushed up against the digital scale you normally kept tucked away in the bathroom. With a frown, you picked it up and headed towards the bathroom. 

Seeing Jungkook studying himself in the bathroom mirror wasn’t an unusual sight. He was always evaluating something, be it the way his bangs framed his forehead or how his veins popped when he flexed his biceps. Lately, though, these self-evaluations felt more frequent and harsher than usual. 

“Baby, why did you have this out?” You knew the answer already. 

Jungkook met your eyes in the mirror and your heart ached at the dark circles beneath his eyes. He shrugged, eyes cast downward. He played with a stray hair tie sitting on the bathroom counter and kept his back towards you. 

“I don’t feel good.” 

And you knew he didn’t mean that he was sick. 

Putting the scale away, you snuck your arms around his waist and hugged his back against your chest. You tried to ignore the way he tensed in your arms or how your initial touch made him flinch. 

“I think we should take a hot shower and get some coffee in us. How does that sound?” 

Your boyfriend grumbled, but he’d never learned how to say no to you, no matter how shitty he felt. Lucky for him, you only used your power for good. 

“Thank you,” you spoke softly as you lifted your t-shirt over your head. It was one of Jungkook’s, far too large for you and worn down to the point you should have probably gotten rid of it by now. But it was one of his old college shirts and the nostalgia made you hold on for a bit longer. Your underwear was next to go, quickly slipped off and following your shirt into the hamper. You felt your stomach flutter when you caught Jungkook watching you undress. Shooting him a small smile, you busied yourself with turning on the shower and getting the temperature the way he liked it. 

“Better hurry up or you’ll be stuck with cold water,” you teased as you stepped in. The heat made your skin tingle, raising goosebumps across your arms and the hairs on your skin. 

Jungkook followed you soon after, keeping his eyes cast downward as you grabbed his biceps to switch places with him, allowing him the opportunity to stand beneath the water. 

 You grabbed his shampoo, squirting some into your palm. Jungkook leaned out of the water just enough to open his eyes and cock his eyebrow at you. 

“That one’s mine.” 

“I know,” you said with a small smile. “Come here.” 

Jungkook frowned, but you beckoned him fervently. Once he stood before you, you gestured for him to turn away from you and lean back a bit.

“Why?” he protested and obliged anyway. 

Rather than answer his question, you gently dug your fingers into his scalp, manipulating his beautiful hair as you massaged the shampoo into it. Jungkook let out a small gasp and attempted to turn, but you held his head firmly in solace. 

“Relax, baby.” You spoke softly. “Let me take care of you.” 

“You don’t have to. I’m too tall…” Jungkook mumbled, but you only hushed him. 

You dug your nails into his scalp just enough to make his skin tingle, dragging your fingers through his hair. You focused on applying more massaging pressure near his temples and the back of his head. Jungkook carried his stress there, often getting piercing headaches that hung around for days. Once you felt you’d worked shampoo through every strand, you instructed your boyfriend to rinse it out. 

He was so beautiful with water slipping down his chest and soft tummy, following wet paths to his hips and tumbling past his thighs. He was a bit paler than usual, but that was expected when he worked tirelessly on a new book, spending little time outside. But your favorite part of him to look at was his face. You loved the little dented scar on his check and the tiny freckles delicately placed around his face. You loved his bambi eyes that now stared at you in confusion, his perfect pink lips parted in an open-mouth pout. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” His cheeks flushed pink and you weren’t sure if it was due to the hot water or embarrassment. 

Probably a mix of both. 

“You’re beautiful, that’s why,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders and your eyes crinkled in a smile. “Conditioner now.” 

Jungkook’s eyes found the floor again, and he reluctantly turned again. “You don’t have to lie.” 

You didn’t mean to grip his hair so hard he let out a small whimper, but his comment made your stomach twist. “I’m not lying. Why would I be lying?” 

A shrug. A small huff of annoyance. 

“I’m different now.” 

You tugged on his hair again. Softer this time, but enough to get his attention. “We’re meant to change. That’s what being human is all about. What does staying the same do for us?” 

He twisted around to dip his head into the stream of water, hands running through his hair. While he was preoccupied, you reached for your washcloth and bodywash. 

“You know I love you always, right? I don’t care what you look like.” You rubbed soap suds across Jungkook’s shoulders. “But I do love the way you look. I love your strong shoulders that hold me up at concerts when I can’t see.” A trail of soap suds weaved along his torso. “I love cuddling up with your chest when we sleep. And I love giving your tummy kisses.” You looped back up to wash his hips and sides. “I love your entire body for keeping you safe, for keeping you healthy. For keeping you alive so I can love you with my whole body and soul. 

Jungkook leaned into every one of your touches, his body soft and pliable beneath you. It wasn’t possible for you to tell that he was crying; he managed to keep a straight face and the water washed away his tears. The only indication was the way his shoulder shuddered when he pulled you into a hug. Your bodies pressed flush against each other, your skin slippery from the remaining soap on his skin. You looped your arms around each other’s waists and you let Jungkook smother his face into your neck while he shook in your arms. 

“It’s so hard.” His words were muffled against your skin. 

“I wish you could see yourself the way I do, baby.” You rubbed circles into his lower back and pressed your fingers to massage his muscles. “You’re incredible. Forget looks for a second, okay? You are so intelligent, and creative, and different in the best way. And you’re kind and thoughtful. The sweetest soul.” 

Jungkook’s grip on you tightened and his shaking subsided. 

“You bring all that out of me,” he said softly, pulling away to face you eye to eye for the first time that morning. 

“So listen to me.” You pressed a gentle kiss to his chest. “Believe me.” 

Jungkook nodded with a hint of a smile dancing across his face. It would take time; you both knew that. You both also knew that you had each other, no matter the changes or time passed. 

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