#but it would be harder to do that with the Fifth treating it like a vow renewal and the Sixth being perfect morons over eachother
Saturn the father you always wanted and always have.
Saturn in da houses, and why your life sucks.
Im blunt here so don't complain don't read if you can't handle the reality of saturn.
Saturn in the first house - okay you don't like to try when you present yourself, you think people should just instantly respect you because youve been through many trials in life... well people usually dont know how to talk to you because you have a stick up your ass.
Saturn in the second house - everyones greedy, but when you are, its not cool. Well it isn't because when you are greedy you act like a goblin. be more mature its okay to be greedy but your acting like its a virtue stfu.
Saturn in the third house - everyone thinks your dumb af, and you are only because you lack confidence to drive your points home. you just need to learn how to communicate better, your not dumb but you act like a dumbass.
Saturn in the fourth house - sad boy/girl now everyone knows you had a rough childhood but would you grow up already, everyone else has but your still stuck being sad about how life has treated you (or your momma/dadda) grow up your not getting any younger you can't change the past stop wallowing. the past has taught you well, use it to your advantage or let it hold you back.
Saturn in the fifth house - pretend players who get played everytime. Always gotta pretend like they are fun but whenever you do try to have fun with them they are annoying. yes you could be fun in the bedroom simply because everyone knows your too sensitive to break someones heart... because your heart is the most broken.
Saturn in the sixth house - the real try hards always putting in 100%. suck ups to there boss or whoever is above them. but when there authority disrespects them they go rogue and try even harder just to spit in there boss's face. i respect it because i got cap here
Saturn in the seventh house - if your a bad person good luck in this life, because your karma is received ten fold by your partners, they always like to complete your karmic cycle because thats just how it works idk. so better act right or your partner will ruin it before you ruin yourself.
Saturn in the eighth house - will do anything to get to the top. no pain is too painful. well it all is, but the ends justify the means. when they put there foot down the whole room shakes. so when your making a move make sure its the right one because your power plays are on display for everyone and itll make or break you more than the other placements.
Saturn in the ninth house - lazy asses, always looking for an easy way out. they know what the right thing to do is, but the likelihood of them doing it is never. its because saturn restricts there luck/ mind and they just have woe is me energy and its annoying make better choices, and if you dont stop crying about it. but if they act right saturn blesses them the fuck up.
Saturn in the tenth house - okay these people think they are better than everyone and deserve everything, but they never receive the applause they crave. its never enough even if the whole room is looking at them they suddenly don't want it anymore. there karma everyone can see, and if its too good it feels like a curse, and when its bad and reality comes crashing down they just want to hide but they cant. own your life or it will own you.
Saturn in the eleventh - there community will give them there karma, always these people dont have a place where they feel safe. because they never make anyone feel safe around them, then cry when no-one gives them that favour. stfu and treat us better and maybe we will do you better.
Saturn in the twelfth - okay apparently this is where saturn is in its joy, and i guess its because god/ spirits judge you. and i guess thats a good thing because if anyone should judge you its him. except the pain here is you have ultimate freedom, you rarely get signs on what to do. will you make the right choice or the wrong once? well they are lucky because they always get there karma quickly so they can always recover fast. but these people struggle to empathise because they don't feel the energy of the room. sooooo just grow up you got the best saturn, and your karma resides is in your empathy.
disclaimer - saturn wants you to be the best. and no one is.... so i like to think if you want a sense of direction (where are you going wrong) look at the saturn house and if you are successful congrats your doing saturn right. but be careful he always thinks you can do better, and he loves to humble you. so be-careful out there.
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𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎, 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗?
𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 long time no see and 80s slasher summer is here
𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 light piv sex, insecure reader, 1.4k words, bad grammar and smut writing sry
𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 you and eddie are camp counselors and hookup every summer, but it’s not enough for you and poor eddie baby
“Miss me, Munson?” You asked from the door, waving away the milky smoke that pillowed from his spot on his bunk.
Twelve summers at Camp Blue Lake had led you and Eddie into your early adulthood where you’d become counselors.
As the summers got hotter and you grew older, you and Eddie had started an annual summer fling of sorts, a tradition, really.
Like clockwork, you would sneak away during the evenings when the campers were in the mess hall, making the most of every moment whether it was in his bunk or yours, the art cabin, or sometimes the woods.
You popped your hip out, hoping he would like the new shorts you bought for the season.
He rolled his head towards you, looking you up and down to see what time apart had done to you. He tried to look uninterested. He was shirtless, and you couldn’t help but ogle. He’d gotten new tattoos.
“Don’t you know this kinda thing is bad luck? You know what happened to those counselors in Friday the 13th, right?”
“What? Did the Hawkins girls treat you too well this year?” Your dejected tone didn’t go unnoticed, even though you tried to conceal it with a smirk.
You thought maybe he’d found a girlfriend and didn’t need you anymore.
Truth was, Eddie dreaded seeing you more and more each summer because leaving you was getting harder and harder. And missing you was even worse.
He laughed a little as he exhaled.
“Not quite.”
His smile faded into something sad as he succumbed to your pretty face staring at him with an insecurity he wasn’t used to.
“Indianapolis boys treat you well?”
You shook your head. You hadn’t even bothered with other boys since the summer of ‘85; you were completely and totally hung up on Eddie.
“You don’t have yourself a little boyfriend, huh?”
He sat up on his palms, finally nodding you over to him. You plopped onto his tiny bunk happily, snatching his joint from his fingers.
“You don’t have to say it, it’s okay. I know you missed me.”
He scoffed.
You lie on your side, facing him and taking in all of the features you missed so much during the year. At some point, he’d worked up the courage to run his fingers softly across your cheek and through your hair.
It was slow and shy, but it was like riding a bike. You never really forgot how to love Eddie.
You watched him carefully, and he watched you back.
“It’s gonna be a hot summer,” you mumbled, looking away from him. His hand stopped and you frowned.
“D’you think Brad will wear those denim cutoffs this year?”
You sighed dreamily, “I can only hope.”
Eddie smacked your shoulder. “Hey!”
After a short fit of giggles, silence settled over the empty cabin again, and the buzzing of the cicadas became overpowering.
“If you don’t want to… you know… hook up or whatever you can just say so.” He sighed.
As if he hadn’t already stashed heaps of trojans underneath his thin mattress.
“Why wouldn’t I? We do it every summer? Unless—unless you don’t want to.”
You could feel the heat rising in your throat and heating your cheeks and the tips of your ears. Eddie really had probably found some sweet girl in Hawkins and felt too bad to tell you—
“Of course I do!” He rushed out. “I just thought I would… dunno, give you an out?”
You weren’t the only one feeling insecure. You decided to do the one thing you knew best.
The thing that always calmed you down. The thing that you did to celebrate winning color wars for the fifth summer in a row. The thing you missed so much while you were apart.
His lips felt the same as you remembered, instantly calming you despite the taste of stale weed on his tongue.
Usually, the first hookups of the camp season were eager and excited, squeezed in before the campers were set to arrive. But as you sunk down onto Eddie’s dick, something felt different. There was no rush.
The smell of his hairspray mixed with the heavy, humid air of the cabin, and the way Eddie felt so deep in your stomach after months without him almost made you cry.
He was so soft with you, and his eyebrows stayed knit together as he watched your breaths become more shallow and skin more flushed.
Everything felt so familiar, and as you dropped your forehead onto his shoulder you could barely contain the words nagging your tongue. I love you, Eddie. Please, please, please. I can’t spend another minute away from you I—
His soft grunting pulled you from your thoughts. You could tell he was getting close.
Psycho. You’re just his summer fling. Always have been, always will be.
You told yourself that, but you didn’t believe it.
Maybe Eddie could tell it had been a while since you’d had sex, because you were already whimpering into his shoulder like you did when you were close. But you could tell he was in the same boat.
The last time you’d had sex with anybody was a year ago in the very same spot on the last night of camp. You’d snuck away during the closing bonfire to feel each other one last time. That was the first time you’d let him fuck you without a condom.
When you collapsed onto Eddie’s chest, the setting sun was seeping through the damp and rotting wood of cabin 5, clinging to your sweaty skin.
“Campers will be here soon. We should probably set up for s’mores.” You said absentmindedly, tracing shapes onto his skin.
“Those slackers Brad and Cindy can do it. Let’s stay like this for a little longer.
Eventually you had to get up, the bustle of the rest of the counselors arriving meant soon the cabin would be occupied by campers, and you decidedly would not be reliving the incident where Tommy found your pair of Tuesday panties. He attached them to a stick and ran around the grounds screaming “Girl panties, girl panties!”
As the hours passed, more and more campers came tripping out of their cabins and onto the lawn where the girls huddled around each other trading scrunchies and talking about the boys they hoped to kiss that summer, and the boys played tag in the dark after seeing whose feet had grown the biggest.
The night sky blanketed the camp, and you relaxed into Eddie’s side, listening to the screeching and laughing of the campers.
“You remember our first kiss?” You asked him.
Eddie smiled and hummed deep in his throat.
“Mhm, right here in front of this very campfire.”
“We were what? 15?”
“Yeah, and everybody went down to the lake and we stayed back. Then you just laid one on me.”
“That is so not true!” You whined. “You so kissed me first, asshole!”
“I’m remembering it a little differently, sweetheart.”
Eddie had kissed you first. He was shaking and stumbling over his every word as he leaned in, bracing himself for you to shove him away from you. Really you were just as nervous, sweating because you thought you might’ve had marshmallow stuck in your braces.
Quiet settled over you again, and the sounds of the cicadas were back droning in your ears.
“I was thinking about moving into the city, you know. Getting my own place and all.”
“Really?” You asked, sitting up to face him.
Your face was bathed in orange light, and he swore he’d do anything for you.
He nodded.
“Dave said I could work at one of his shops in Indianapolis, like a transfer.”
“What about Wayne?”
You knew why Eddie was moving, and you wouldn’t be the reason he left his uncle.
Eddie just scoffed. “He’s got a new lady friend, Darlene. He’s plenty occupied.”
You smiled. “That could be nice, then.”
“I was also thinking about taking you on a date. Someplace without mosquitoes?”
“You going all soft on me, Munson?”
“Oh absolutely not, I’m still gonna bang your brains out after. Just thought we could go somewhere nicer than the mess hall beforehand.”
“What do you mean? Chef Agatha’s cooking is totally romantic.”
You leaned in closer to Eddie’s side, your chest and stomach warming at the idea of finally getting to be his.
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(Cha'll know Hornet from Hollow Knight? Yea, she inspired me for this along with her song recently made by Man on the Internet.)
Danny's reveal went wrong. His parents operated and experimented on him until his body couldn't take it anymore, and, well.
He died on that operating table.
Jack and Maddie weren't immediately concerned, really, since it's just a ghost. They weren't, at least, until that ghost transformed back into their son.
They were far too stunned to properly process it. Their son was phantom, their son was the ghost they spent a while chasing through the streets of their town and hunting.
They killed their own son on an operating table.
When Jazz found out she, well she wasn't pleased. At all. She screamed at them, tears streaming down her face when she found out her brother was dead. The brother she spent raising in her parents place, the brother who went out and risked himself fighting ghosts for the town, her little brother.
She couldn't take it anymore, couldn't deal with them anymore. She had a friend over a Gotham, a very good friend who would let her crash for a while at their place until she could get back on her feet. So she packed her things and left Amity Park and her parents behind.
The Fenton's were racked with guilt, because they killed their own son and the last damn thing he saw was them operating on him. They had to make this right.
They never really, truly, dabbled in genetic engineering much. But they could goddamn learn, they were smart enough for it. They built and put Danny in a pod to keep his body from either melting or decomposing, they never could tell which would happen after learning of his unique biology and got to work.
Their first try at cloning him was a failure. The clone barely lasted a second before melting away into a puddle of unusable ectoplasm and DNA. Their second clone had the same effect, so did their third, fourth, fifth, sixth.
It was incredibly harder than they first thought to clone the unique biology of a halfa. But they couldn't, wouldn't, give up. They had to do this, they had to right what they did wrong.
It took 4 years for them to engineer the 'perfect' clone. 4 years in which they haven't left their home, 4 years in which they haven't seen their daughter, 4 years of trying to atone for what they did, and they finally did it.
Subject 'Omega' was built to last. Superhuman durability, superhuman healing, unable to physically age. Everything they could think of that allowed it to not die they engineered into it.
They couldn't clone his ghostly abilities, would make it too unstable, it would have to develop such things on its own. They couldn't clone his memories either, but it was ok, they could make new ones!
Subject 'Omega' was released from its pod and unlike the other failures, it didn't melt into a puddle as soon as it left the pod, nor a few minutes or hours after. They kept it around for a day, fully ready for it to destabilize and be regarded as a failure, but blessedly it didn't.
They then kept their son's body in that room, putting it on full lock down and ensuring that it could never get in.
They finally succeeded in making the perfect clone. One almost exactly like their son, stuck between life and death, black hair, blue eyes the whole shebang. Sure, he didn't have the memories or the abilities that Phantom possessed, but it was fine.
They had to treat it properly, raise it right, even. Teach it all they knew, take care of it properly, that's what parents did right? Sure, maybe it wasn't as perfect as it should have been, missing memories, missing abilities, for example.
But they still loved it regardless!
It was unable to transform into Phantom. It had ghostly abilities, yes, but it was fully stuck as just Fenton, they didn't get it, they made him as perfect as could be why couldn't it just do that-
Did they miss something? Was there a problem with its design? The missing memories they could attribute to themselves, the abilities they could write off as having been replaced by the abilities they built into it to make it last taking priority over pre-installing the ghost abilities.
But this.
THIS.
WHY COULDN'T IT JUST DO THIS ONE, SIMPLE THING!? THEY MADE IT RIGHT, NOTHING SHOULD HAVE GONE WRONG, IT SHOULD BE CAPABLE OF DOING THIS.
But it was ok, it was fine, sure he didn't have the ability that Danny should have. But it was ok, they still loved him even if he wasn't perfect, they told him so all the time.
Everything is ok.
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Subject Omega, or Danny, as he was told his name was. Loved his parents quite a lot, or at least he's been told he loves them. He didn't have any memories of them, nor of this house, nor of that girl in the pictures, but he was told it didn't matter.
He was told he had Amnesia, that it was so bad he couldn't remember any of his memories before today. They were his parents, parents who loved him with all of their might, this house was their house that he's lived in since he was born and the girl in the pictures was his sister.
He asked where she was, they said she left, he asked why, he didn't get an answer. He didn't question it, really, it was intriguing to know who she was, but his parents didn't want to share and a good boy doesn't ask questions that his parents don't want to answer!
Apparently, he was what his parents called a Halfa, a hybrid between a human and a ghost and he had the abilities to prove it. The standard ghost powers of Intangibility, invisibility and flight, with his own ability to form ectoplasm into string, or silk (he had them whispering about that, but it was probably nothing of concern) along with a numerous amount of abilities either related to durability or healing.
He was confused when they asked him to 'Go Ghost', because he didn't know what or how to do that. They showed him some audio, apparently something they had to hack through a lot of cameras to even find, of him shouting "Going ghost!" and what they believe to be him then transforming into another version of himself with white hair and green eyes they called 'Phantom'.
He tried it out, they seemed hopeful, he didn't want to disappoint them. But he couldn't do it, they urged him to try again and again when he failed over and over. He was worried he was disappointing them, but he told them he just couldn't do it.
He was scared, of how they reacted to. His mother screamed at him for why he couldn't just do this one simple thing, the thing he was supposed to do, while his father grabbed onto his arm and dragged him to his room. He couldn't feel physical pain, or much of it so his parents told him, but he had the idea that it should hurt.
He was told to never leave his room until he could figure out how to go ghost, and then the door was slammed shut in his face. He tried to do it, he really tried too! Even forgoing sleep to try and go ghost repeatedly.
It turned morning, and he still couldn't do it. He wasn't even tired, so he could continue trying until he got it right! But then a knock came from his door and his mother came through, he was preparing to apologies when she just told him to come down for breakfast and said she loved him.
He, didn't know what to feel about that.
he questioned his parents about it, a while after he came downstairs. But they acted confused, asking if he had a bad dream or something of the like, so he hesitantly recounted what happened and his mother just hugged him. Telling him that they would never do that because they loved him far too much to yell at him and treat him that way.
So, maybe he did just have a bad dream and nothing happened.
He was glad for it, too.
He didn't go to school, they pulled him from school because of his accident and decided to homeschool him. He had a lot to learn, really, all the stuff from inventing, mathematics and fighting from them!
He loved it! Really, he did! Sure, some of the stuff made him brain hurt from so much knowledge crammed into his head, but he was getting better at Martial Arts! He got so good at both that he even got a gift! A giant needle sword thing that was supposed to go hand in hand with his thread and such!
He didn't have anything else to be learnt, but he wasn't allowed to go outside, so he just stayed home really. It was just the three of them here, and it was his whole world.
One day his parents went out, which wasn't unusual as of recent, so he took to refining his technique with the needle, he could go on for hours and not feel the barest of fatigue, that's how it always was said his parents. But when they came back, they seemed, different, it was a subtle thing, but they seemed paler.
They were also a bit panicked, telling him not to go outside (not that they let him) and then going down into their lab to do something. He was curious about it, but didn't mind it, he knew his parents probably didn't want to worry him about something, so he just lost himself into refining his technique.
Over the passage of a few weeks his parents kept going out and then coming back into their lab, carrying samples of something. They never told him what it was, so he didn't bother asking, it seemed very important, so he shouldn't bother them.
Even if they seemingly had less time for him and more for whatever they had down in the lab.
Over those weeks his parents seemed to become ill, he didn't know what it was, but they seemed to have contracted something. Sometimes they came back covered in blood, sometimes coughing, or injured.
One day they didn't come back up from the lab, and Danny left them there because he didn't want to disturb them. He had to refine his technique after incorporating string after all.
Another week passed, and his parents still didn't come back up, he was worried, extremely so. So he sneaked down into the lab, he was prepared for being punished or shouted at for doing so, but he just needed to know if they were ok.
They weren't.
The first sign was a terrible smell of rot, the first repugnant thing he's ever smelt oddly enough. The second was the smell of iron, and the third was seeing his parents' bodies lying on the ground, blood splattered from their mouths.
He didn't understand why they were just lying there, why blood came from their mouths or why a terrible smell came from them. Maybe they were napping? A weird place to do so.
So he tried dragging upstairs and putting them on the couch or in their beds. Which he managed to do after a while, putting them to put and covering them with sheets, then went down back to the lab.
Because there was a newly opened door his parents had opened, and he was curious, and it didn't look like they were gonna wake up soon so surely, he could take a peek.
He didn't know what he expected, but seeing himself in a pod wasn't it.
Then he found out that he was a clone. A clone of the original, dead Danny and there were hundreds upon hundreds of other failed clones. He didn't know how to take it, apparently his original was hero, a hero they hunted down and killed because he was a ghost, and the only reason they made him was because they didn't realize and killed their son.
He wanted to march up there and demand an explanation, but he was scared, scared of how they would react if he were to bring it up. They killed their own, true son, so why wouldn't they just kill him and continue cloning too?
They left the way to lock this section of the lab in one of their entries, so he locked it and left, waiting for them to wake up.
Except, they never did.
Then a while later some people entered his house unannounced, clearing through the house. They asked him if he knew where his parents were, and he took them to their bedroom. they said his parents were dead, and then completely disregarded him after and went down into his parents' lab and took basically everything they could get their hands on, including his parents' prized Ghost Portal.
He couldn't stop them, too busy trying to process the fact his parents died, and he didn't know.
Awhile passed and he went outside, seeing the town basically abandoned for some reason. He saw no one but those men for a while, people he later learned to be some government agents.
And just like that the town he was in became the testing ground for the government to dump their failed experiments, either too hostile or not what they wanted.
More so the former than the later.
The original Danny protected this town, was a hero and stopped ghosts. There weren't many ghosts around here anymore, at least the humanoid ones his predecessor fought off, but there were the ghosts of animal's or experiments who kicked the bucket, and then there was the experiments who were still alive and wandering the town, extremely violent and animals that got mutated from some kind of chemical those ghosts dumped around town.
Probably another failed experiment.
So, he decided that just like the original he would try and protect this town, from the government, from the failed experiments, from the mutated animals, from the ghosts of experiments and animals long dead. He would preserve this place to the best of his ability, it was the only thing he could do now.
And just like that, 5 years passed. 5 years of fighting off experiments and beasts with his nail and thread, 5 years of zero human contact, 5 years of just fighting and surviving and honing his skills.
And then, one day. A group of people came to his town, not the government, he could tell when they were coming. No, this was a group of different, newer, people.
People he had to dig through his memories to find, because he only saw one article on them before his parents switched him to a server they made for him.
The Wayne's were in his forgotten town for some reason, and with them was the girl he saw in the original's family photos, he didn't know her name, but he knew she was the original's sister. He would watch and wait, see what they do, and if he determined them to be a threat.
Well.
Threats to this town have to be eliminated.
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A huge thanks to @plumpboybellies for requesting this story, it was very fun to write! Also, a shout out to a few friends for giving me a few ideas (you'll recognize yourselves!). This story wouldn't exist without you!
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"I want you to move up a weight class," Colton's coach said. "I know you've been playing at this weight for a while, but you have a big frame. You'll be even better with more meat on you."
"How big do you want me?" Colton asked.
Colton was a wrestler. 6'2'', 190 lbs, all of it muscle. His singlet hugged his lean body, highlighting every bit of definition. You could even guess the outline of his abs through the fabric.
"As big as you can? They removed the maximum weight limit a few years ago," Coach said. "Just bulk up as much as possible in the off season, we'll see how it works out after."
Colton nodded. This sounded fun.
"You'll probably have to kiss that eight-pack goodbye, but the extra muscle and all the heavyweight matches you'll be winning should more than make up for it," Coach laughed, slapping Colton's flat stomach.
Like any self respecting jock, Colton had a big appetite, but sticking to his wrestling weight meant he had to keep it under control. Every so often, Colton would overeat, whether it was wanting to impress his friends, having too much fun at a party, or just his stomach having the better of him, and he'd have to go on a brutal diet to cut back down.
This was, starting now, a thing of the past. After his meeting with Coach, Colton went to the nearest fast-food joint, and ordered 3 massive burgers from the get go. He knew he had the capacity, and now he could binge guilt-free.
Colton came back for a 4th. And a fifth. By then, his belly was bloated and stretching his shirt, making a gentle curve from under his pecs. That belly felt good, firm and heavy, a symbol of his newfound freedom.
"You sure about this?" Asked the vendor, as he ordered his 6th burger. Jocks overloading their bellies was a common occurrence, so some concern was natural.
"One hundred percent," he said, giving his bloated belly a good rub. It was starting to feel tight, but Colton knew there was room for at least one more.
Back at his flat, Colton took off his shirt, and checked out his gut. The six burgers had bloated him so much, it stuck out by a good 6 inches from under his pecs. His abs were still visible, making the belly look like a turtleshell.
This would be the last time Colton saw his abs, as he then opened his fridge, and continued his rampage. Chugging milk from the jug, eating an entire tub of grated carrots with the better part of a jar of mayo. Colton wasn't even sure of what some things were, he just ate them, and his belly stuck out even more. Not that he cared. He just wanted as much food as possible inside him.
Eventually, Colton got so bloated he had to lie down. His belly was a perfect ball now, his abs completely smoothed out by the tremendous volumes inside him. As if he'd been blown up like a balloon, except rather than air, it was solid, heavy food. His huge tank hurt, a bit, but it was a good pain. The kind you got after intense exercise, one that comes with a deep feeling of satisfaction.
Colton stayed on his bed for a while, feeling up his tank of a belly, enjoying the fullness. He could have stayed like that all evening, but was this really his limit? He no longer had to keep his appetite under control, he could experiment a bit, right?
Still flat on his back, the bloated jock grabbed his phone from the bedside table, and ordered a pizza. His guilty-pleasure pizza, large and with all his favorite toppings, the one he always ordered when he felt down, or wanted to treat himself.
Waiting for the pizza to come was a haze. Digestion was starting to heat up his belly, to make him feel sleepy. When the bell rang, getting up was harder than expected. His gut was so heavy, his abs were so stretched, his quads working so hard to bear his weight. His stomach like a wrecking ball inside him. Maybe this was too much ?
All doubt vanished when he opened the door and smelled his favorite pizza. Colton felt the delivery guy's gaze on his muscular body and massive belly, giving him an extra confidence boost. He was a jock, and he had the muscle and the gut to eat meals smaller guys could only dream of.
Colton brought the pizza back to his bed, and ate it flat on his back, watching his musclegut rise a little bit with each slice. His stomach had probably reached capacity a while back, the jock now eating by sheer force of will. Pizza being dragged into his monster stomach by muscle memory. The pressure inside his stomach, the weight of all that food, the stretch on his abs, the heat of digestion, it was all one big dream-like haze. It wasn't a new feeling, but the stretching felt like heaven. The jock passed out not long after the last slice, using what strength was left in his tired body to give his bloated belly one final rub. This offseason was going to be fun
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Colton woke up still bloated the next morning. He'd eaten so much even his rocket-speed metabolism hadn't been able to digest it all in one night. Weirdest of all, he was hungry. His belly didn't so much feel half full as it felt half empty.
Colton liked this. He made himself the biggest breakfast ever, and ate it all.
This became an everyday occurrence. Colton's belly was constantly bloated, and Colton was constantly eating. Each time his bloat went down a bit, he'd top it back up. And when his belly looked close to the limit, he'd force more food in the tank. He figured out a neat trick, if he rubbed the side of his belly with one finger after it got full, his stomach would be able to stretch a little more, allowing him to eat more.
Colton had no idea how fat he was or wasn't getting, or even what his weight was. He had to be constantly lugging a few dozens of pounds inside his gut, and it was so packed at all times he couldn't tell how much of it was muscle, fat, or just plain bloat.
All Colton knew is that he was indeed getting bigger, and was getting stronger. His arms were bigger, his pecs, his back, his legs, every muscle, actually, though with a big asterisk over his abs. Sure, people stared at him when he turned up at the gym looking pregnant, but their judgement turned to admiration when they saw how much he was lifting, or how much he could put away in just one meal.
*
The day before wrestling resumed, Colton checked himself out in the mirror. He looked so massive, so beefy, his big round gut looking great on his muscular frame. Colton picked up his singlet, unworn since the end of last season, looking forward to seeing what he'd be looking like for the next few months.
Putting it over his legs proved tough. Even his calves were tight, nevermind his massive quads. Colton painfully got it over his lower body, but when it reached his waist, the singlet blocked. Colton's enormous belly stuck out by about a foot over the girdle, so far out he didn't think he could pull the rest of it up without risking tearing the fabric.
Colton tried to suck in his belly. Tried, and failed. He could barely get it to stick out by a few inches less, and trying to suck it in any further made him feel he was about to throw up.
He stared at his reflection, his singlet hanging around his waist, his belly looking way too big. Maybe he'd taken the eating a bit too far?
Colton decided to fast for the rest of the day. He needed his bloat to go down to fit in his singlet, and anyway, it would be useful to know his actual weight. Never mind that he probably had enough food still in his system to hibernate a whole winter.
The rest of the evening was miserable. Somehow, the many pounds of food inside Colton's enormous belly weren't enough. He now needed to be permanently stuffed. The overbulked jock went out on a run, the first in a while, hoping it would speed up his metabolism and help his belly deflate faster, but it just made him hungrier. And after months of non-stop overeating, falling asleep on a stomach that wasn't stuffed to the limit proved tough.
Out of habit, Colton took a pack of pancakes to eat as he cooked a monster omelette, before remembering. He miserably put the food back in the cupboards, his huge stomach begging him not to.
Getting dressed for his first day back wrestling, Colton found almost everything in his wardrobe was still tight around his belly, even empty. The jock had always liked wearing clothes that highlighted his physique, and had carried the bloated gut as a point of pride all the off-season, but now he felt almost embarrassed. Maybe he'd gone too far, maybe the hunger was just putting him on edge. He settled on a baggy tank top, that was loose everywhere, but that made up by showing off his meaty arms.
Colton was driving to his wrestling practice when he snapped. He passed the same burger place he'd had his first cheat meal at. Remembered stuffing himself, how good it had tasted, how nice his belly had felt. And decided he was so hungry it was probably unsafe to drive.
"You sure about this?" The vendor said, as he ordered one burger. "Don't even want a second, big guy?"
Colton's orders had been progressively getting bigger over his offseason, so this was a sudden change. Still, a second wouldn't hurt?
Colton started eating, and this was the best a cheap burger had ever tasted. He could feel the life force coming back to him as he gorged, as the food flowed into his huge hungry belly. He ordered a 3rd burger, then a 4th, and kept eating more and more. He needed the food. It was a matter of life or death.
The jock returned to his car with his 8 burgers comfortably packed in his big round belly. He'd worry about his singlet when he got there. His belly felt so good. And he wasn't going to perform well if he was too hungry, right?
Stepping into the locker room, Colton noticed he was way bigger than the other wrestlers. Even bigger than he expected. Guys he used to think of as massive, he now outbulked. Some had trimmed down, others had beefed up, but no one had gained as much as Colton, and he wasn't the only one to notice.
"Wow Colt', look at those guns!" said a jock.
"Bro the other heavyweights won't stand a chance," said another, feeling up his biceps and triceps. Because of his loose tank top, his arms stood out the most. And yeah, they had grown a lot bigger.
Colton was more than happy to have all the guys playing withis his big arms. His bulk had been a success, after all. The tune changed, however, when Colton took off his shirt, revealing his massive belly.
"Bro, you got pregnant or what?"
"Damn dude, I know coach said bulk up but damn. It looks like you've done nothing but eat everyday until that belly is past its limit! That's some serious extra heft bro."
Other wrestlers stopped what they were doing, and came up to see Colton's new belly for themselves.
"I ate a lot at lunch time," Colton said, trying to defend himself.
"Yeah, and at breakfast, and at dinner, and a lot of snacking too, everyday. We can tell," one wrestler replied. Colton couldn't think of a come-back, the guy was right.
"Guys just how much do you think we can fit in here?" said one guy, passing a hand over Colton's big belly. "A gallon? Two gallons? Maybe even three gallons? It's really huge!"
The whole wrestling team was around him, playing with his belly, when Coach stepped into the locker rooms.
"You guys never seen a heavyweight wrestler, or what?"
The other jocks stepped back. Coach walked up to Colton, eyeing up his belly. Gave it a few slaps.
"They've got a point, though. This is one big belly," Coach said, giving it a few more pats. "Go get changed, son."
Colton blushed and acquiesced. As the other jocks walked out, Colton pulled his singlet out of his bag. He hadn't eaten that much, only eight burgers, and he'd fasted before, so he was probably going to fit, right?
As last night, it was tight around his legs, the fabric straining over his bulked quads. Getting it over his meaty butt was even harder. It hadn't grown as much as his belly, but he couldn't suck it in, meaning he had to force hard.
Then came the belly. Colton sucked it in as hard as he could, pulled the singlet up, and nothing happened. He just felt really tight around the places he'd already put it on.
Colton relaxed, took a few breaths. Looked at his huge round belly on his beefy frame. The extremely tight singlet around his quads. He checked out his backside in a mirror, it looked vacuum sealed. Still, if he could get it over his butt, he could get it over his belly, right?
The jock breathed out all the air in his lungs. Sucked his gut in so hard he almost felt one of the burgers come back up. The belly still stuck out by a few inches, but Colton could now slowly inch the singlet up over his paunch. By the time he'd gotten his arms through the holes, he'd been holding his breath for so long he was about to pass out.
Colton's singlet was back on, clinging tightly to every bit of his bulked body. So tight, it was as if it had been spray painted on him. His beefy pecs, his quads, and of course his big round belly, prominent even as he sucked it in. A big change from last season.
Pleased with himself, Colton relaxed, breathing normally once again.
crrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaack
Colton heard fabric tearing. He looked down, and saw his singlet completely torn, his bare belly sticking far out.
"Uh, Coach!" he called out, "I have a problem."
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𝕆𝕦𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣
ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ: ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʟʟ
[Name] Jaeger was present for the fall of Shiganshina. She saved many lives of the mass, but couldn't save her own mother. Despite all that, she was charged for abandonment by a Garrison official named Woerman.
ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Leave a request in my inbox, comment down below for more! I'm going through some and editing as we speak. Series do come first though!
Dear Eren,
In a week’s time, I will be heading outside the walls. When I do I have to tell you the story about Captain Levi and how he saved me from five titans! One day, I’ll make sure to introduce you to him, wouldn’t that be amazing? Would I be the best sibling then?
Anyways that’s not why I am addressing you. I got a very angry letter from mom saying that you wanted to join the Scouts and follow in my footsteps. She warned me that if I don’t stop those “reckless” ideas from forming she would personally drag me off my horse by my ear the next time she sees me to give me a lecture. Surely my ears would fall off for two different reasons!
So little brother, what makes you want to join the Scouts? Aren’t my stories of the outside world enough for you? It’s beautiful out there,but Eren, you do not want to venture outside the walls. Not now. The way it is, you won’t be able to survive.
Titans are exceptional beings that are made and subjected to eating humans. You do not want to see that, I promise you. I have seen plenty of my comrades die in front of me. And I know you have seen the men and women come back with gruesome injuries before. Most don’t make it back home.
I apologize if this scares you, but that’s the point. The world is a cruel and scary place. You know nothing about it and I’m trying my best to keep you hopeful. But titans are ten times bigger and stronger than you all.
I know what that helpless feeling feels like. I almost lost my life until Captain Levi saved me from an awful death. You don’t want to see what a titan can do to a person you love.
With that being said, Eren, you should enjoy the peace in your life right now. Hug mom more often, treat Mikasa nicer, fight harder for Armin and dad? Well you know how he can be sometimes.
He loves us though. He loves all of us, that’s why he keeps fighting. It’s why I keep fighting. I will do everything in my power to keep my family safe this time that includes little Mikasa.
I’ll see you soon, Eren. Give mom a big hug for me, will you? And tell her that I love her too.
Sincerely, [Name] Jaeger
This was Eren’s fifth time rereading the letter his older sister sent him. And today was the day he, along with his mother and Mikasa, were going to send [Name] off with a good luck goodbye. He was going to see her again! This was really the only time he got to spend with her. Before she was sent out of the walls to go exploring.
But something was different today. There was a knock at the door and his mother approached it with a giant smile on her face and a pep to her step. He slightly pouted wondering why she was like that when not even a minute ago she had scolded him about joining the Survey Corps again.
Then his eyes widened in surprise when he saw who exactly was at the door. His smile is uncontainable just like his mother’s. “[Name]! You’re home!” He shouted happily as he ran to his sister and jumped into her awaiting hug.
“Eren, it’s nice to see you again,” Her voice was just a tad bit softer than their mother’s. Her arms squeezed him in a tight hug as she laughed about his struggle to breathe through it all.
“He couldn’t even wait for me to greet you,” Carla sighed and [Name] dropped Eren on the floor as she went to hug her mom. The women laughed about something [Name] had said and Eren blushed when his sister teased him about his excitement for seeing her.
Then a question popped into his head, “Shouldn’t you be gone already? The bells should be ringing any time soon! What if you-”
[Name] looked down at Eren with a gentle smile on her face, “Calm down, Eren. I was given the day off today to speak with Commander Pixis about…politics. Really boring stuff, I tell you.” Eren could see that his sister was just trying to change the subject.
“Oh yeah! I promised Hanji and Levi that I would introduce my kid siblings to them on their way out! Say that you two wanna tag along!” [Name] shouted enthusiastically, her hands on her hips with a proud stance. She knew her brother would be stoked to see his idol and his reaction proved to be correct.
“No way, really! I can meet Captain Levi!” Eren shouted back with the same amount of glee in his voice. His sister nodded her head and gestured outside where a big black horse was standing in a prideful manner waiting for his rider.
Mikasa awed at the sight of the horse before quickly reverting back to her state of neutrality. This was noticed by both of her female guardians and Carla, despite being against the idea of her son joining the Scouts, allowed for this to happen.
“Be safe out there and listen to [Name], got it?” She asked the children with a stern voice and both of them nodded their heads.
[Name] gave a quick kiss on her mom’s cheek and bid her farewell saying, “We’ll be back before supper! I missed your cooking so much!”
Carla laughed and waved her kids off, “Don’t worry, I’ll make plenty for you to take back to your friends too.” The woman closed the door and [Name] laid her hands on the small backs of her siblings. She led them to the calm and quiet horse that patiently waited.
“Let’s do this, yeah?”
Eren watched as [Name] effortlessly picked up Mikasa and sat her in front of the horse’s back with her hands gripping tightly on the silver colored mane. Then [Name] swung herself onto the saddle with a huff steadying Mikasa so she wouldn’t fall.
Eren stepped closer to the black horse and set his hand on the strong hip, petting it softly. “He’s very pretty, [Name],” Eren complimented and the horse trotted in place with a proud neigh. He looked at his sister who extended her hand out to him, “Reaper says thank you for the compliment.”
He knew his sister was strong, but to pull his weight on top of the horse was cool. She used to be so weak back then, but the military must have changed her strength. He was placed behind his sister with his hands clenching on her brown jacket that had the Survey Corps emblem on the back.
“Alright, kids! Hold on tight! Reaper will lose you in the dust if you fall!” [Name] joked lightheartedly and pulled the reins for her horse to go running to where the citizens meet up with the Scouts.
This had to be the best day for Eren, he thought.
……
Hanji was patiently waiting. At least, that’s what she thought she was doing. But her legs couldn’t stop shaking from anticipation. She couldn’t possibly wait to be introduced to her best friend’s siblings! She casually looked to her right and saw her comrade, Levi Ackerman, looking around the crowd that formed on the sides of the path.
His eyes flicked from person to person as if he was waiting to see a specific person.
She wanted to tease him, but first she had to pull him in.
“Aww, I’m gonna miss [Name] on this expedition!” Hanji pouted as she hung her head back in exasperation. Then she straightened out her back and she shouted ahead of her comrades, “Hey Erwin! Why did you let [Name] have to speak to Commander Pixis! It literally could’ve been anyone else in this regiment!”
“Shut it, four-eyes. You’re already giving me a headache.”
Hanji looked to the right and saw Levi giving her a glare already. She smiled and pulled her horse to get closer to Levi’s. “Come on, I know you feel the same, Levi. I know you were looking at the crowd to see the familiar [h.color] hair and beautiful [e.color] eyes. I noticed how close the two of you have been-”
“You’re annoying as ever,” Levi grumbled looking away with a scoff of irritation.
Hanji opened her mouth to retort, but she heard her name being called out with excitement. She whipped her body around as best as she could and saw a woman waving at her with a giant smile.
“Hange~! Levi~!”
Her energetic voice was loud as ever and it brought a smile to the crazy scientist’s face. Then Hanji focused on the kid [Name] brought with her. There was a little girl with long black hair sitting in front of her with stone cold eyes.
Hange recalled that her younger sister went through a lot of trauma as a kid, but they didn’t know how much. The little girl’s eyes reminded them of Levi’s.
The citizens made way for the giant horse [Name] rode on and Reaper casually walked in between Hange’s and Levi’s horses. Upon meeting, the two black horses nudged their faces against each other as their greeting while the humans greeted each other.
“[Name]! I thought you would never come! Both Levi and I were searching for you!” Hange shouted and immediately took notice of hands holding onto [Name]’s vest. “Oh and who is this?”
Hange leaned backwards and saw a boy with brown hair and very pretty teal eyes look at her with a certain shyness in them.
“Hange, Levi, this is my little brother, Eren! Levi, he’s your biggest fan!” [Name] gleamed and pulled a nervous Eren to the front, his bottom resting on her left thigh while Mikasa rested on the right one.
The boy and the man were face to face with each other. Levi being taller on his horse was glaring down at Eren with his neutral look on his face.
“H-hello…sir, I mean, captain!” Eren stuttered out then shoved his face into [Name]’s chest with a quaking smile. Mikasa noticed that Eren was a bit out of his comfort zone and she glared at Levi for the stare he directed at Eren.
Hange laughed and jeered, “Geez, Levi, would it kill you to smile? Hey, Eren, I heard you wanted to join the Scouts!”
This made Eren pick his head up and with a smile, he nodded his head, “Yes, I do! I want to see what’s beyond the walls!” His smile went away and with gloom, said, “These stuffy walls…we’re just like cattle stuck in here waiting for the titans to pick us off.”
“Oh,” Hange said softly and looked at [Name] for some continuation.
“Yeah, Eren, is determined to join the ranks. But mom is strictly against the idea for obvious reasons,” [Name] drawled out and she moved onto the next topic.
“Anyways, this is our sister, Mikasa Ackerman. She is very protective of our Eren which should be my job, but hey! Can’t always be there!” [Name] laughed and Levi caught on to her last name.
“Ackerman?” His eyes lingered on the foreign girl and she nodded her head slowly. They both had the same last name, but didn’t know who connected them to each other.
[Name] watched Levi carefully waiting for more of a reaction than the one of curiosity. Then she continued, “These two love to get into fights with other children. Mikasa is super strong and fast while Eren is very determined! He never knows when to quit!”
Levi hummed in response and focused on the task ahead. He had to get his head back into the game of this cruel world. It was a good thing [Name] wasn’t joining them today. Hanji was right about them getting closer in a relationship.
He didn’t want a distraction on the field and this mission prolongs his feelings for the woman. But when he glanced at her from the side, holding those children in her arms protectively with a smile on her face while talking to Hanji made him question his life with her.
Could they- No, could anyone in the Scouts have a family knowing that they could die outside the walls and never come back? Was it possible to protect one another from the titans?
He couldn’t even protect his friends. Isabel barely made it with [Name]’s help. Even he didn’t know how the two of them survived the abnormal titan.
“[Name] tells me about the outside all the time, but really! How is it?” Eren asked with enthusiasm that broke through his shy shell. Hange laughed at his question and opened her mouth to respond, but Levi beat her to it with his soft voice.
“It’s beautiful out there.”
This silenced the three loud people as they looked at him with shocked expressions. But Eren was the first to break the silence as his hands clenched in anticipation, “It really is, isn’t it? I want to see it! I want to see it all!”
Levi’s eyes widened for a fraction seeing the pretty eyes that belonged to Eren remind him of Isabel. Even his attitude that [Name] spoke of reminded him of the red haired woman.
“Just be patient, Eren,” [Name] said with a gentle voice and a certain sadness in her eyes. Hange and Levi knew that look all too well. [Name] had a point in saying that the boy needed patience. Not everyone was willing to sacrifice their life just to see what was beyond the walls. She wanted to keep his innocence in place.
Levi looked from [Name]’s face over to her brother, he said, “You’re sister is right, brat. Enjoy the life you have now before you dedicate it to the Scouts.”
Then the five of them shot their heads forward when Erwin began his speech for the next expedition. Levi and Hanji shifted in their saddle while [Name] put her siblings back into their respective places.
Levi heard [Name] whisper to her siblings, “That is Commander Erwin, he’s very motivational. Do you guys wanna feel the rush of riding beside the Scouts?”
“Yes, I do!” Eren whispered with excitement and Levi rolled his eyes. This kid was a different breed for sure.
“Okay, hold on tight and make sure to give Hanji and Levi the best “see you later”.”
See you later? Not a goodbye.
Levi looked ahead with a newfound motive. That’s right, he’s coming back to see her smile. To hear her imaginative stories of the outside wall that were lucrative to speak of.
The gates opened up and everyone began riding out to their mission. The five of them rode next to each other for another 30 seconds until [Name] stopped her horse at the entrance. He kept his eyes forward while hearing the voice of Eren Jaeger shouting at them.
His voice was surprisingly louder than the horses running.
“Hanji! Levi! We’ll see you later! Mom has the best food waiting for you!”
Hanji turned around with a smile on her face as she waved at them, her horse continuing to make the distance bigger,
“See ya guys later! I can’t wait to taste it!”
Levi split off from Hanji and his squad followed closely behind him. He already said his ‘see you later’ to [Name] earlier. But he must admit that Eren’s was a bit better with that childlike excitement in his voice.
Little did he know, Levi would come back hearing that the town his friend lived in with her family was destroyed by titans. The terrifying news the bearer held was enough to make him charge straight into Shiganshina to see the destruction.
……
“A fucking hole made by a Titan that was bigger than the walls breached?” Levi questioned angrily, not believing a single word the messengers relay to them.
He stood among Erwin Smith and Hange Zoe along with their respective squad mates.
“Y-yessir! It came down with a single strike of lightning and it peered over the wall! Then it just kicked a hole in and titans started coming through!”
Erwin Smith hummed and stepped up, “What about the Scout that was left behind. She was ordered to speak with Commander Pixis about the Garrison Regiment.”
The lead messenger nodded his head, “Y-yeah, of course! You’re talking about [Name] Jaeger! She granted the civilians of Shiganshina a lot of time by killing the first titans that came through! But then…”
The messenger stopped and thought about his words. The silence was enough to stop the heart of Hange as she grabbed the soldier by the shoulders, “Hey, don’t stop in the middle of explaining like that! She’s not dead!”
The soldier said a small ‘okay’ then resumed his sentence, “But then her family was in danger. She abandoned her post and left to save them. I heard that her mother was terribly injured and her kid siblings just weren’t strong enough to help her…I-I don’t know the whole story. But she’s being held accountable for abandonment.”
“How much time did she grant the civilians?”
Erwin’s question stunted the man and his blue eyes were hauntingly glaring at the messenger.
“H-huh?”
“He asked how much time did she give the people to escape? How many shitty titans did she kill by herself?” Levi reiterated in his own words.
The lead messenger looked back at his colleague and they brought out a piece of paper. Their eyes scanning over the account of witnesses and Garrison soldiers about the woman who wore wings on her back.
“[Name] Jaeger gave a whole seven minutes and 19 seconds of time to run away. She proceeded to kill 27 titans by herself and assisted the Garrison soldiers with many more. Yet she abandoned her post and left an abnormal Titan to burst through the interior wall which she could have stopped.”
The Scouts were silent with the account.
Levi huffed out in annoyance, “You’re telling me, she helped the Garrison soldiers fight and reduced the amount of lives lost only for you guys to put the blame on her for another abnormal Titan bashing in? Isn’t it the job of the Garrison to help evacuate citizens? Why wasn’t anyone helping her family?”
“No disrespect to you all, but you guys weren’t there. The silence that engulfed Shiganshina…the cries of terror after the hole was created…the titans walking- The fear was enough to stun us!”
“Not enough to stun [Name] Jaeger,” Erwin spoke up with his naturally deep voice, “it seems to me she was the only one who responded accordingly to an attack. She’s not a Garrison Soldier, but she did the job of one. Explain to me why that is.” He demanded the shorter man before him and the messenger shook his head.
“I’m not sure why,” The man said quietly nervously looking at the intense eyes Erwin had that made him submit to an actual answer, “M-maybe because she’s braver than me, okay! Maybe I was afraid of losing my life! She’s used to seeing titans, she’s a Scout for crying out loud and one of the best! I’m just a messenger, I never fought a real titan and she has that experience!”
“She was amazing out there,” The second messenger, the one with the witness statements, said out loud for the scouts to hear. The female continued on with a certain spark in her eyes, “[Name] Jaeger had killed so easily that it looked like anyone could do it. She gave me the confidence to kill two titans by myself even with my heart racing in fear. But when I stopped, she didn’t, she continued onward and she thanked me…me for helping her out even though I only killed two.”
Hanji smiled softly and said, “Yeah, that’s what she does best. She lets you know that you did good even if you don’t think the same of yourself. But please, tell me why the Garrison is charging her for abandonment, but none of you are facing the same consequence.”
The female looked at her partner and she sighed, “Captain Woermann is the one charging her because he believes she could have stopped the second titan from blowing another hole.”
Erwin hummed and asked the woman, “Do you think he’s right?”
“No,” she shook her head, “ the cannons did nothing to stop the second titan. It had armor all over his body. I’m one hundred percent sure that her blades couldn’t have pierced through the plates at all.”
The topic changed immediately when Levi asked an important question that can change the charges against his friend, “Was anyone with her when she tried to save her family?”
The woman’s eyes widened and she nodded her head, “Y-yeah, actually, it was Hannes.”
The male messenger rolled his eyes and scoffed, catching the attention of the scouts.
“What’s with that reaction,” Levi questioned, his eyes narrowing into a glare.
“Hannes is a drunk,” the man replied with a sneer, “all he did early in the day was drink with his buddies. That man can’t guard shit and-”
“Good,” Erwin smiled and looked at Levi and Hanji, “that’s good. We can use his story to get [Name] out of her trial without any punishments given.”
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In defense of Jason Grace
I have seen many people through the years say they hate Jason, that Jason is their least favourite character in the series, etc. and all of their reasoning is because he's 'boring'. I admit, when I first read those books, I was feeling the same way. I wasn't the biggest Jason fan and I didn't think I would be. I even judged my friends for liking him, when there were other 'obvious' choices for favourite characters. Now, years later, I'm no longer 12 reading those books for the first time and I see Jason in a completely different perspective I would like to share.
Jason Grace was a child without childhood. He was taken from his family at two years old and taken to the Wold House, where he couldn't show weakness because then he would be seen as food - you cannot show weakness when you're being trained by Lupa. Which immediately strikes us with a, frankly horrifying, thought - Jason's first memories won't be of his mother, who wasn't the greatest parent anyway, or his sister Thalia, who loved him so much. It would be of what he was taught in a life-or-death situation, that you cannot show weakness. That's important to remember for later.
Jason also has had to carry an incredibly heavy burden since he first joined Camp Jupiter - he's the son of Jupiter, the King of the Gods. We have experienced first-hand what it felt like for Percy to have to go through being a child of the Big Three, but please keep in mind that when that happened, Percy was already 12 and he was a child of Poseidon. I'm not trying to say one of them had it harder than the other, because context is very important, but simply putting things into a perspective - Jason, a child who can't remember his family is put on a pedestal because of who his father is, with expectations being placed upon him immediately, as a, presumably, young child who has just been taught that life is either be strong or die.
And then, despite all of that, he decides that he will join the Fifth Cohort because he wants to write his own destiny, and because he wants to restore their honour. He's not only going against what others would expect from him, including his father, but he's also claiming a goal others perceive as impossible just to prove a point. Not a very boring thing to do, is it?
To continue adding to the list of things that Jason has done to prove that he isn't the prince-like, spoiled boring white guy some people in the fandom see him as, I want to talk more about the things Jason cannonically does at Camp Jupiter. He becomes friends with the 'least popular kids' because everyone else expects they would have to treat him like royalty, he goes on small quests that don't mean much because he doesn't want to be that hero and savior that's expected of him. He follows rules as to not appear spoiled, and even with his rule-following he appears to be 'unconventional' by Roman standards. He's the son of Jupiter, who's doing everything in his power to not conform.
And despite all that, he still manages to use his status to do what he thinks is right. Despite his efforts, he still ends up being the undoubted leader while everyone else is a follower. He listens to all sides, he tries to mediate to the best of his abilities. In his attempts to make everyone else an equal, he puts himself above them and makes them look at him for mediation and decision-making. For the twelve years he spends at Camp, he has eyes constantly on him, judging him, expecting things from him.
Now remember when I said that Jason tried to go to meaningless quests? Yeah, you can guess that didn't really work for him. Canonically, he has gone to many quests, including some that had been appointed to him by gods, such as Bacchus, so he was fairly unsuccessful there as well. And remember when I said that he was raised by a wolf to not show any weakness? I feel like at this point it should be pretty clear he internalized that, a lot.
I get why the debate 'who's stronger, Jason or Percy' happens in the fandom, but it doesn't mean it annoys me any less. Because most of the time, the only arguments are pointing out Percy's strengths and we're forgetting that Jason does some pretty incredible things as well. Jason, like Percy, also fought a Titan single-handedly, and won. What we know from canon about it, it's that he did it with sword-fighting and, interestingly, hand-to-hand combat, which is what the books mainly focus on when talking about his feat. Jason went up against a Titan and smacked him with his bare hands enough times that he won. And in the entire fight, Jason using his powers is not mentioned once. Which is a pretty constant thing, if I might add, but I'll delve into that more later.
Again, a common mischaracterization I see in the fandom is that Jason is this strictly rule-following, rigid, stick-in-his-ass guy, when he really isn't. One of the main things about him is that he's too relaxed for Camp Jupiter. After the war, when he tried to change things about Camp, he was unsuccessful because Camp Jupiter is too traditional and Jason's ideas weren't conforming to that.
And of course, it was Jason who welcomed the two kids of Pluto (Hades for Nico but you get my point) to Camp. I feel like it should be pretty clear to you why at this point, but let me repeat - Jason knows the pressures of being a child of The Big Three, and Jason isn't afraid to be friends with the 'not cool' kids, with the people who are looked at as weird or that are treated as outcasts. He does some of it out of spite, yes, but he was what, fourteen? Thirteen? At the time. That level of emotional maturity for a barely teenager is surprising as is.
Also, can we note that Hazel describes Jason as closed-off, hard to read and 'more of a legend than a man'. This thirteen/fourteen year old? This should be enough to tell you how Jason was treated and raised and why he is the way he is. 'Boring', because this child needs to be an example for an entire camp that has placed him in that position he didn't want in the first place but felt guilty and responsible to take. When Percy was thirteen-fourteen, he was being an ass to Tyson (which he later regrets, yes) and fights with Thalia (which they stop doing, yes) and Camp Half-Blood still sees him as more of an annoyance than a hero at that point. That doesn't change for Percy until The Battle of the Labyrinth. Jason never had that. He was spotlight leader from the second he was at camp.
He also didn't have an Annabeth and Grover, at least that we're explicidly told about, and his closest person was Reyna, who also had a crush on him, so who was Jason's platonic best friend in Camp that he could rely on for anything? We don't know. Maybe because he didn't have one? I'm just putting that idea out there.
Now, I will try to be more brief on Jason in the series, but with the speed with which we're going, that is kind of unlikely. First and foremost, Jason is an amnesiac who never gets his memories fully back. I want to focus so much of your attention on this. Jason wakes up and he doesn't remember, excuse my swearing, jack shit. He doesn't know who he is, what's his favourite colour, what music he likes, nothing. Nada. He is then told, again, he's the son of Zeus, he is sent on a quest with people who don't actually know him but have expectations for him, while he still doesn't remember anything. He is also fifteen. He is a child that people are judging for being 'too boring' of a character. Well excuse him for not having any memories so he can have a proper personality!
Excuse me, I'm getting a bit heated here. I feel I'm making valid points though. Because Jason's story keeps repeating - he goes to Camp, people start looking at him like he might become the new Percy or some variation of that, he has these friends with false memories of him, he is also trying to save the world in the meantime. I'm very sorry he doesn't have time to figure out his personality in the meantime.
This is what I think is the most tragic about Jason's character - he doesn't have the time to figure out who he is truly is because he's too busy helping everyone else, even if what he's helping with is stopping the end of the world. He is a hero of the Great Prophecy, which again links with his destiny and how there's no escaping it and he, again, doesn't have any choice in what happens. He was unconventional for Camp Jupiter because of his disregard for tradition, but he's not fully accepted in Camp Half-Blood either because he's still a Roman demigod.
And then the Burning Maze happens and we don't talk about it because Uncle Rick hates us. I refuse to read that book because if I don't, then Jason is happy and alive.
We should note, though, that Jason and Piper have broken up. And I believe the only reason they ever dated was because Piper had that expectation of Jason, and we've already established how he was raised. He is a people-pleaser because that's what he's had to be for his entire life. He can't disappoint people, because then he would feel guilty, and so I believe he gaslit himself into thinking he liked Piper romantically because otherwise he would have to hurt her. And I do believe Leo and Piper are the first real friends Jason has made, at least those who see him as truly human, and so he didn't want to lose Piper. So, he made her and himself believe he liked her and started dating her. I think he would've done the same with Reyna if he'd remained in Camp Jupiter, for the same reasons - expectations. He also has raging abandonment issues, so. Double fuck there.
In summary, because of his personality and parentage, Jason has never had the choice to put himself first. He hates the framework in which he's put by being the son of Jupiter, but he swallows that for the sake of others.
Well that was quite the rant. I have more to say, but this is already too long. After this post, I have become a Jason Grace stan. If, one day, he has no fans, it's because I have died. Jason Grace is my son and he's very much alive, thank you (not you, Rick Riordan. I don't thank you). Anyway, please like this post? I would super appreciate it. I would also love a discussion!
- mia
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obsession.
bart allen x male reader headcanon.
wc: 0.6k.
genre: angst.
warnings: obsessed!reader, stalker!reader, possessive!reader.
a/n: sorry it's so short (and sucky). ;; i've honestly been in a slump and i constantly feel like my writing isn't that good, LOL. it's been hitting hard the past few weeks, but maybe i just need to get some inspiration.
request: anon.
—it was dumb of you to feel this way.
—pathetic, if you were to insult yourself. you already have many times, so once more wouldn’t hurt.
—jealousy was not a vocabulary in your book. in your world, you trusted your partners, as they had trusted you. thankfully, every one of your relationships had ended on mutual terms.
—you were even still friends with a few of them.
—so, the fact that you were possessive over bart sent tremors to the spine of your book.
—it snapped, cracked, and allowed the loose pages to be carried by wind and drafted somewhere into the ocean.
—pages of feelings, deep and dizzying ones that kept you up all night until you had vertigo. and even when you were sick of those feelings, it only made you want him more.
—as if bart allen could pacify the swirls of your mind, or find the missing pages to your book. whether he could or couldn’t, it wouldn’t matter because he would be yours now.
—he’s mine.
—you remembered thinking that to yourself when a girl that you’ve seen before, two times now, batted her pretty eyelashes, licked her pretty lips, bounced her pretty hair at bart.
—it was the same ordeal. rinse and repeat, and it always caught him in a laugh, a gleeful smile.
—you wished it was directed towards you, curated solely for you.
—he’s just being nice. you convinced yourself.
—bart is only for you.
—you didn’t know him, and he didn’t know you. the only reason you did was because the barista called his name.
—bart.
what an interesting name.
—since then, he’s hooked you like bait.
—iced caramel macchiato, you muttered one day.
—it was his usual. an extremely sugary drink, but considering bart always looked like he came in after a run, it was a reward that he treated himself to at least twice a week.
—and twice a week, you’d come. wednesdays and fridays.
—you’ve been wasting more money than ever, sipping on poorly brewed coffee that you could brew better at home.
—but it was worth it. all worth it.
—to see bart.
—always chipper, always tipped, and always…
—always had that girl come in and steal what could’ve been his dedicated attention towards you.
—you balled your hand into a fist, watching from your usual corner.
—he doesn’t fucking know you.
can’t you see he’s uncomfortable?
leave him alone.
—your breath hiked when her hand gently rested on his shoulder in the brief moment they shared a laugh.
—you wished you and bart could too.
—you swallowed hard on the fifth day, when the girl handed her phone to him.
—you wished you had his number.
—you breathed harder when on the sixth day, he no longer visited the café anymore because he had no reason to anymore.
—you wished you were his reason.
—another week passed, and you would wait every day now.
—anxiously and desperately as you gulped down bart’s favorite drink.
—it was the only way you could remember him.
—be a part of him.
—and the drink had never tasted so bitter until the last week.
—the last day.
—they held hands as they entered the café.
—one honey latte, please.
—all right, and for you, sir?
—uh, can i get one chai tea? that’s your favorite right, babe?
—for the very first time, you didn’t wish for anything.
—instead, you left, threw your drink in the trash, and grumbled.
—for the very first time, you’d take your wishes into your own hands and squeezed them into pulps, into demands.
—you.—will.—be.—mine.
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Drifting: Gojo x reader
a/n: college au. long distance relationships. doesn't end well.
"we'll always be in touch, okay?"
"promise?"
"promise."
That was 6 months ago, before you both went to college. But the thing is, you both went to different universities. At first you wanted to go to the university he's gonna go to, but you opt to choose your own ambitions than chase him there, where your program was unavailable. You had fought with him before, you kept insisting that long distance relationships don't work well, and he kept insisting that it'll be okay. But then again, against your better judgement, you tried. Tried hard. You agreed to the long distance relationship because, god, you loved him so much.
It was great at first. Every single day he would facetime you and tell you all the things happening in the campus, while you would tell him all the new friends you made. It wasn't all that bad really, it was kinda fun. You made new friends, new memories, and he did the same. Though those memories didn't have the both of you. But it was okay, during weekends, if you both were free, he would take you out on dates. Study dates, cafe dates, park dates, all you both can think of. It was nice really, and a new addition, you both got to go to each other's dorms and had a fun time. You both helped each other study for exams, and though college was very mentally draining, you both came through. That was around the first semester. The next semester wasn't as forgiving.
Subjects became even harder, professors became strict, and schedules became tight.
"Sorry babe, I got to do this task, I might not be able to talk all day."
"It's okay baby, I understand."
"Hi sweets! Wanna go to the new cafe? I'll pick you up!"
"Sorry love, I reallyy have to study for this test, next time okay?"
It started slow, like missing out on dates, then it turned to not talking for days. But both of you were too busy to even notice. And unfortunately for you, you noticed it first. As you finished with your tasks, finally freeing your schedule for the weekend, you noticed how you haven't got a proper talk with your boyfriend in days. You both were studying for exams, but break would be coming soon. It would be a lie if you said that you didn't notice how lonely it felt now, you barely ever called each other anymore. So just as an impulse, you called him. "Hello?" Gojo sounded tired, you could tell because he wasn't his usual cheery self, and honestly, that's how you sound too after reading and studying 200 pages of pure torture. "Hey babe, how's it been? Its been a while, huh. Wanna talk?" You asked him cheerily, trying to make up for what was missing. "Sorry boo, not now. I'm studying for this major exam. Maybe on the weekend?" You weren't really all that surprised with his answer, and you genuinely did understand. "Oh okay baby! We can go on a date this weekend! Oh and I'll treat you something nice! You deserve it!" You both talked a bit and agreed to have the call going while he was studying, even if you both didn't talk, it was comforting to know that you were there, he was there.
You both agreed to go out at a nice restaurant for dinner on Saturday. You were both gonna have a good time catching up, and then you'll both spend the night at your dorm. That was the plan. Yet an hour after the meet up time, he was still nowhere to be found. You were already sitting at the restaurant, dressed nicely, your make up stunning, and your hair snatched. But you still felt awful. He wasn't picking up your calls, and he wasn't responding to your messages. Did something happen? You were so worried that something had happened that it outweighed all the pitiful looks people gave you. The waitress went to you for the fifth time to ask for your order. "Hello ma'am, I'm sorry but may I take your order? A glass of wine perhaps?" You looked up at her and that's when you finally noticed all the people looking at you. "I'm- no sorry. I'll have a glass of wine please." After drinking the wine, you paid up and left. God did it felt humiliating. You wished that the ground would just swallow you up, so you wouldn't hear the whispers of the people around you. You could feel the heat travel up to your neck and ears. You were walking outside the restaurant when you dialed his number again and again, only for it to end with an annoying fucking beep.
You went on your socials just to see if he was online, and he wasn't. You tried checking his friend's socials, Geto, and that when you saw it. Geto posted a pic of him, Gojo, and a bunch of other people at a club. Gojo looked so happy. They were with what you think was their uni friends, and they all looked genuinely happy. There was even a girl with her arms wrapped around your man. And to your surprise, you didn't cry, you didn't get angry, you were just tired. You worried all for nothing. Silently, you turned your phone off, not wanting anyone to reach you. You went home, took off the dress, all the make up, and accessories. You showered and got to bed, sure a few tears were shed, but just a few blinks away and you were asleep, you'll deal with the rest tomorrow.
As the night goes on with you asleep, what you didn't know was that Gojo kept calling and texting you, being sorry for what an asshole he is for forgetting a date with his girlfriend. And what he didn't know was it was too late.
Silently you lay dreaming, drifting.
a/n: sometimes i see college au here and its all parties and stuff, and i believed that before, i thought college was all parties and bars and clubs lmaoo i hoped it really was just that, college be almost killing me bruh
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thinking about fat nat, had an idea.
after vormir, natasha needed a break. "just a month off and then i'll be back to avenging again," she told herself. truth is, she wasn't sure that would be enough, wasn't sure any amount of time would be enough to make the flashbacks of fighting clint and falling off the cliff in vormir fade. yes, steve brought her back. the memories remained, however.
-over the month, she goes to her apartment in new york, away from the tower.
-she tries to fill the void first with workouts but when that makes her think of fighting clint she turns to food for comfort.
-well first she has days of laying in bed in the dark and her elderly neighbor (or maybe steve) stops by with soup and she can feel the love put into it and it makes her want to cry but she also realizes how hungry she is.
-she eats. a lot. she doesn't notice any weight gained. to be honest, she's probably lost weight recovering from vormir and laying in the dark alone and she's started getting back to normal. she's taking a break from the team though they call, she doesn't want to see them. doesn't want to see the expression on their faces every time they look at her. feeling full feels good and makes the memories go away.
-needless to say, she takes more than a month off. two then three months pass. the avengers don't visit. they don't know where she is. she checks in to ease their concerns.
-she usually treats herself to the elevator (even pre vormir) because living on a fifth floor apartment can make the stairs become a slog. she isn't opposed to the stairs though, and when the elevator is out of commission one day, she takes herself to the stairs. going up is difficult. harder than she remembered. she looks down at her body, "what have i done?" she is short on breath, having to take breaks on the way up.
-where there were once abs and smooth muscles are stretch marks and fat rolls. her clothes are tight, her belly straining her shirt, love handles pressing into her sweats, and her breasts spilling out of her bra. she squeezes a roll, ignoring the spark of pleasure it brings and focuses instead on the panic of her changing body. the fear of anyone else seeing her like this. she steps on the scale and is panicked when she sees the weight, overweight.
-the eating feels good but she doesn't want to get fat. she starts a plan to lose weight, contacts the avengers and gives them a date six months out: "i'll be ready." losing weight is harder than gaining though, the pounds falling away slowly and she's hungry all the time, her stomach stretched from her weight gain.
-when she comes back, her body's not the way it was, she has some loose skin and stretch marks and a little bit of leftover flab that she squeezes into her suit, tucked away. she's hungry all the time.
-she falls back into the avengers, this time training new recruits and stepping back from doing as much avenging.
-steve sometimes shoots her concerned glances when she's sitting on the couch, his super hearing let's him hear her stomach growl. he can hear her working out hours past when the recruits have left for the day. she wants to look the way she did before.
-months pass, she's lost the weight. not back to normal but she will never be. she feels empty, lost after vormir.
-steve (or tony) one day challenges her to an eating contest and oh my god it feels so good to eat again. she loses control of herself, eating more than she ever has before, letting out burps and rubbing her stomach to make more room. the avengers team slowly slip away, tony making a comment "wow nat you can really pack it away".
- steve scoots closer to nat, slowly starting to rub her belly as she closes her eyes and lets out more burps, trying to make room.
- steve let's her know that he thinks she is hot like this. he thinks she is beautiful when she is packed full and tight, spilling out of her clothes and unable to stand up, belly hard and red, breathless and sweaty.
- natasha lets go. she liked eating. she loved eating, just felt insecure about changing herself permanently. wants someone to help feed her and take care of her. she is tired of working to lose this skin, tired of being hungry all the time. she liked her body. she's trained the recruits, she doesn't really go on missions anymore.
- she wants to fill her body back out, fill in the loose skin and keep her belly full.
- the weight piles on, faster than before. she is sweaty and panting, breathless with a full belly sticking out in front of her. she stops going to the gym, wants to gain weight quickly.
- she loves growing out of her clothes. she loves seeing herself lose fitness.
- steve is stuffing her, she's full and panting, but just wants to push herself a little further. the weight piles on quick, her stomach already stretched permanently from her prior feedings. she wants to irreparably damage her body. her thighs thicken, she can't walk, her waist widens, she spills over the edge of chairs, she turns sideways to fit through doorways, she stops moving almost anywhere. moving becomes hard as her fat sways, she's sweaty and sticky and wobbly and she loves it. love's not being able to breathe as she tries to walk. she loves the weight. loves her new body.
I love this! This is so perfect, I don't think there's much I can add! It's so beautiful and kinky!!!
I love how much you show the trauma affecting her and how it interacts with her thoughts of what other people will think of her only to be overpowered by Steve wanting to take care of her, wanting her to indulge, wanting her to just be herself - be human and let herself enjoy and grow. 😭🥴🥴
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Hi, here’s me gently begging for V Day HCs featuring the boys (especially Aleks bc I have a Problem)…what would they like on a first (or fifth) date? Extra points for if there’s some kind of supernatural element bc I am eternally in a magical mood!
Hello!! I saw V Day HCs and immediately started writing about a Valentine’s Day date with each of my boys - Billy, Logan, Aleksander, a few au Aleksander’s as well as my Russo twins (I will probably do first date HCs on another post at some point too)
Billy
I’m picturing the most casual Valentine’s Day celebration for you and Billy.
Billy comes home with a bunch of roses for you, and on your way home from work you buy a bottle of Billy’s favourite wine that he always forgets to buy for himself.
Once you’re home, you order your favourite takeout and the two of you sit on the couch together and watch a film that you both know by heart, so that you can spend most of the time talking and enjoying the food.
You make ice cream sundaes for one another, cramming all of Billy’s favourite sweet treats into the glass while he does the same for you.
Billy opens up the wine, and somehow the two of you end up playing twister on the floor next to the couch.
He tries to distract you into losing by coordinating his movements so that he can keep his body pressed against yours.
When you hold strong against his distractions, he decides to change tactic. He drops kisses against whatever skin he can reach, making you wobble and soon the two of you have landed on the floor in a crumpled heap.
Billy’s lips stay on yours in a passionate kiss, and neither of you try to untangle yourselves from the position you’re in. The sticky sweetness from the sundaes linger on your lips as you continue to trade kisses with one another.
When Billy carries you to the bedroom you notice that he’s strewn rose petals over the sheets and lit candles around the room, which prompts you into kissing him even harder.
He might protest against it, but deep deep down Billy Russo is a hopeless romantic - even more so now that he has someone to share his love with.
Aleksander
Aleksander had been looking forward to spending Valentine’s Day with you, but when you disappear off to somewhere in the Little Palace he assumes the holiday doesn’t mean much to you.
So, he goes to his study and gets on with some of his work.
Meanwhile, you’re in the kitchens making him a heart-shaped cake which seems to take you forever to get it perfect enough that you feel confident gifting to Aleksander.
It’s a simple vanilla sponge, but you made the strawberry jam and buttercream filling all yourself.
The icing on top of the cake is a little wonky and the juice from the sliced strawberry decorations is slowly staining the white cream but you’re rather pleased with the result as you walk carefully through the hallways towards Aleksander’s study.
You manage a few thudding knocks against the door with your elbow and Aleksander calls for you to enter.
“Are you busy?” you ask him, noticing that he doesn’t lift his head from his papers. He hums distractedly. “I made you something.”
At that he lifts his head, turning to look at you.
He sees the flour on your clothing, a smudge of cream on your forehead, and the shimmer of sticky jam drying on your exposed forearms. Then he sees the cake.
“My love, you didn’t-”
“I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to.” You step closer, placing the cake down on a paper-free corner of his desk. “Happy Sankt Valentine’s Day.”
He pushes his papers away, pulling the cake closer so that he can admire it. Then he stands, taking your chin between his fingers to kiss you.
“I’ll send for a pot of tea.”
“If you’re busy I can wait.”
He shakes his head.
“The only thing I want to do today is spend time with you.”
Logan
All I’m going to say is: arcade games.
You had come up with it as a surprise for Logan after he had told you he never really celebrated Valentine’s Day before.
I know for a fact that Logan gets puppy dog level of excited at all the different games. All you have to do is keep tight hold of his hand as he leads you from one game to the next.
He loves the two player games, so that you can play together though he pouts whenever he loses against you - regularly demanding a rematch. He is terrible at air hockey and it takes five losses in a row for him to finally give up.
I’m also picturing Logan being completely unable to accept defeat over a claw machine.
He sees you glance longingly at one of the stuffed animals inside and immediately vows to get it for you.
“Logan, honey it’s fine. You’ve spent way too much.” He shakes his head.
“These things are rigged,” he assures you. “Once you’ve spent enough they’ll give you one.”
“And exactly how much is classed as enough?” He ignores your teasing, shooting you a smirk.
“Only one way to find out, sweetheart.”
When he finally wins the stuffed animal for you, he wears a proud smile all night, replaying your delighted reaction to his win over in his head.
The two of you buy all sorts of junk food and share it between you as you sit on a bench.
Once you’re finished, the two of you talk about your favourite moments, laughing at different points in each others stories. You lean your head on his shoulder as he wraps an arm around you and Logan confesses that this is the best Valentine’s Day he’s ever had.
Vampire!Aleksander (TLC!AU)
You’ve never really celebrated Valentine’s Day. As a vampire, it’s been hard for you to maintain romantic relationships with anyone.
Alina bought you a friendship Valentine last year. It was just a simple bunch of your favourite flowers but you had cried when she gave them to you.
She explains this to Aleksander as the celebratory day approaches so that he can be prepared.
He invites you over to his apartment and gives you the opportunity to have a look around while he begins to prepare dinner.
Aleksander is an incredible cook.
Whatever your favourite dish is, Aleksander will have learnt how to make it. He will have bought the freshest, and most high quality ingredients.
He opens up an expensive blood vintage for the two of you to drink while you sit at the kitchen island, legs swinging, completely mesmerised by the sight of him cooking.
You don’t know how he does it, but he takes your favourite food and makes it even more exquisite. He uses some different bloods to provide enough flavour to satisfy your vampiric nature, but still enjoy the food as if you were still human.
He makes you feel normal. Like a human on Valentine’s Day, celebrating with the person that means the most to them.
It makes you a little emotional, but Aleksander wipes your tears away and kisses you softly before he reminds you that you deserve every second of this wonderful evening.
Vampire!Aleksander (BIT!AU)
This man owns a huge castle in the middle of the countryside, so of course we’re going to take advantage of that and have a midnight picnic.
Aleksander is the most frightening thing in the woods and fields that make up his estate, so there’s no fear of anything lurking in the darkness as the two of you walk towards the picnic spot he had created.
Aleksander insists on no lighting at all, meaning that you’re reliant on him for everything due to his excellent eyesight that allows him to see in the dark.
He keeps an arm tucked around you as you walk and he helps you get settled on the soft blanket beneath you.
Your eyes do adjust a little and the moon occasionally peers out from behind a cloud but you don’t try to strain your eyes to see, Aleksander will help you with anything.
He feeds you luxurious sweet treats, sucking the sugary taste from your lips after each swallow. He nips lightly on your shoulder, drawing a little blood for him to feed off and you both sigh in pleasure as he does.
After this, you’re content to lie snuggled up beside him as he points out constellations and explains how they’ve changed since he was still a human. When your eyes grow heavy, he pulls out a book and begins to read.
It’s still strange to witness Aleksander reading perfectly from a book that you can barely even see in the darkness, let alone manage to decipher the words printed there.
His soft voice soothes you, encouraging you to nestle closer to him and rest your head against the crook of his neck where you eventually fall asleep.
Billy & Jonny (platonic) (Twins!AU)
Billy has been having a rough week so you and Jonny decide to make something sweet for him to enjoy.
It starts with some cookies.
You don’t know how it went wrong - but it did. Some of the cookies merged together in the oven and the others ended up black around the edges.
When you suggested cutting the edges off, Jonny seemed eager to salvage your creations. It’s only once he removes the darkened edges that you notice another issue.
“Jonny that’s raw.”
“It ain’t raw, it’s just…” He pokes the middle of a cookie, nose wrinkling at the texture which prompts him to quickly wipe his hand. “Soft.”
“And damp?” you add.
“Hm.”
“How about brownies?”
“Good idea.”
Because surely the two of you can’t fail at a box mix?
Billy returns home to his apartment, feeling rather dejected by the impromptu meeting at a bar with some investors that Frank had dragged him to.
He’s expecting to put his feet up and remain on the couch for a very long time. He’s not even sure if he can be bothered to order some food in tonight.
What he isn’t expecting is to hear you and his brother creating a ruckus in his kitchen.
“Just smack it!” you exclaim.
“I am smacking it!” Jonny protests.
“Smack it harder then.”
“Yeah cause it worked so well when you tried that, huh?”
“Shut up,” you grumble. “I’ll clean it up before Billy gets home.”
“What’s that?” Billy asks with a smirk as he leans on the door frame.
He laughs at the sight of your eyes widening in horror. Quickly you grab the metal tray from Jonny’s hands and thrust it towards Billy.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”
He raises a brow at you.
“Don’t look at the kitchen floor,” you warn him.
A smile spreads over his face as he looks down at the slightly crumbled brownie that had welded itself to the tray. He assumes this is what you and Jonny had been squabbling over when he arrived.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” He drops a kiss onto your cheek before he sits down at the kitchen island, picking up a spoon and scooping out some of the brownie.
“No ‘thank you’ kiss for me?” Jonny teases.
Billy rolls his eyes at his brother before he gestures towards the more crumbled half of the brownie.
“Where did the rest go?”
Jonny smirks and you flush nervously.
“Not important,” you say quickly. After a pause you add, “On an unrelated note, where’s your sweeping brush?”
Billy laughs. The brownie might not be the best he’s ever tasted, but you’ve certainly turned his night around.
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Summary: after yet another fight with your boyfriend, your best friend and roommate, kim mingyu, must step in to pick up the pieces. he does just that, and a little more…
MingyuxFemale reader
w.c.: 5.3k
cw: oral (f.receiving), unprotected sex, sub!mingyu, dom!reader, overuse of the word puppy(no pet play tho), mommy kink, oral (m.receiving) if you squint, teasing, orgasm denial
a/n: so this is our first collab fic that we’ve actually written together. usually when we collab, we just bounce ideas off each other and then one of us writes it, but we spent over three days writing and editing this together so we hope you enjoy it as much as we did writing it.
p.s.: most of our fics are written in lowercase on purpose.
this was the fifth time your ‘boyfriend’ has pissed you off with the same bullshit. did this man even love you?
“i’m not doing this with you tonight, ____,” he hissed through the phone. you could feel the lump in your chest find it’s way up to you throat making it ten times harder for you to hide your emotions. you were beyond pissed, completely fed up with his cold shoulder. “how many times are you gonna sit here and make assumptions about me?”
you held back your tears just for a bit to answer him. “it seems as if you’re more interested in that friend of yours than me. i have proof of it.”
it kept going and going. the arguing, the teeth sucking, the eye rolling, the yelling, everything you could think of. did you even consider this man your boyfriend? you wish you could go back to the you one and a half years ago and just stop your flirtatious actions with the said man. before another word could leave your mouth, the man had the audacity to hang up on you.
and it finally came crashing down.
every sob you were holding back while on the phone washed over you in a split second. you laid your head on your plushies and wallowed in your own sorrows.
a soft knock came from your door. you didn’t even bother to tell them to come in since you already knew who it was.
“____?” mingyu called out. your back was facing him not wanting him to see you in this state. you knew he wasn’t dumb, the walls are pretty thin so of course he heard the conversation—your side at least. the weight on your bed shifted as he sat himself on your large bed, rubbing his large hand on your thigh platonically.
“i’m so stupid..” you cried, sniffling like a baby. he cooed at you, laying himself down behind you. mingyu was honestly the only one who knew how to deal with your emotions, the soft touches and a close distance but not asking too many questions, only letting you spill your heart out and giving you his presence. “i should’ve listened to you.”
a couple of months into your relationship with your ‘boyfriend’, mingyu felt some type of way about him. you brushed it off thinking the puppy was just mad cause you two were not going to be hanging out literally everyday of the week anymore, viewing your boyfriend was a replacement. to be fair, mingyu was clingy like that and wasn’t really too fond of change, especially when it came to you. but nope, that wasn’t the reason. the small things that mingyu would notice didn’t seem like love to him. the eye rolls, him not paying as much attention to you, the lack of energy in the relationship.
he hated it.
if it was him he would treat you better. so much better. he would give you the world and more if he could. but of course you didn’t have to know that.
“you’re not stupid, ____,” he whispered. you could feel his breath tickle your neck as he spoke. he also smelt so good, his cologne heavy in the room making you relax just a little. you wanted to turn around and look at his beautiful face, wanting to get as close as possible but you couldn’t. it would also be embarrassing having your puffy eyes facing him, probably making him think you were just a big cry baby.
his hand continued to slowly rub your thigh as you felt your heart pace slow down. your eyes were starting to get heavy making you instantly fall asleep. mingyu followed shortly after.
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“fuck.. what time is it..?” mingyu groaned behind you. one of your eyes slowly opened, waking up in utter confusion seeing the night sky. you checked your phone seeing the time only being 8:54 pm. mingyu’s arm wrapped around you pulling your back against his massive chest. were you holding your breath?
“want some ice cream?” his nose in the crevice of your neck, taking in your scent which smelt like peaches and ocean breeze. you feel your mouth salivate at the thought of ice cream and just going outside in general to get some fresh air. you tapped his arm twice resulting in him letting your frame go, making the tall puppy pout his lips at the loss of your warmth. but, thankfully, your answer was yes.
after throwing on something quick and comfortable, you went towards your dresser and grabbed your keys. “i’ll drive.”
the car ride was something you needed. the weather was perfect for rolling the windows down and the sky wasn’t too dark but wasn’t too bright either. songs played as mingyu and you went the long way to the ice cream shop.
you don’t know what it was. maybe it was how mingyu treated you earlier but your heart was pounding at 100 miles per hour. you would catch yourself taking small glances at the pretty boy while he typed away at his phone singing along to the song. then, there were times where you felt eyes on you as you were driving. his stare would slowly burn through the side of your face, then to your bare thighs but only for a split second before it came back up to your face.
maybe you were just losing your mind. the nap was hard as hell and your ‘boyfriend’ was literally being a dick to you, it could just be your imagination. as you were trying to calm yourself, mingyu hand found his way to your thigh. it’s nothing new, he’s done this before but why was it driving you insane.
“has this scar always been here?” he asked, his index and middle finger softly rubbing against the said scar.
“yeah,” you sighed. fuck why we’re getting hot? a cold sweat ran through you like you were some virgin. the fuck was your problem? were you touch deprived? thankfully, you pulled into the parking lot of the ice cream shop. you reached into your glove compartment to get your wallet but he stopped you instantly.
“no, absolutely not. i’m paying,” he demanded. you tried to stop him but he just completely ignored your plea and made his way into the shop. you couldn’t help but smile at him as you walked towards the shop.
“the usual right? cookie dough?” he reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet then looked at you to make sure you were paying attention. you nodded your head in agreement and laid your head on his arm. “two scoops of cookie dough on a waffle cone and then for me can i have two scoops of cookies n’ cream on a waffle cone.”
as you waited for the ice cream, you checked your phone to see if anybody texted you only to see your boyfriend’s name. the paragraph was long. it consisted of him blaming you more than himself, changing your words around to make it seem like he was the victim and not you, only showing one ounce of respect at the end of the paragraph.
“i wish you nothing but the best as i leave from this relationship. bye ____.”
a cold chill ran through you as you felt that same lump as before form in your chest again. mingyu finished paying for the ice cream ready to give you your cone until he saw how pale your face was. before he could say anything he motioned for you to follow him out of the store and to the car. you unlocked your car door getting ready to sit in the driver seat until mingyu offered himself to drive instead. he gave you your ice cream and made his way to the driver’s side and sat in the car.
“he broke up with me…” you whispered. tears ran down your cheek as you licked your ice cream cone. mingyu felt his heart ache at the sight of you, wasting your tears on somebody so worthless.
“let’s go home.”
you and mingyu sat on the sofa in the living room of your shared apartment, watching the amazing world of gumball. your head rested on his shoulder still sniffling and crying at the heartbreak. as much as mingyu wanted to punch himself, he couldn’t help but think you were so pretty crying like this. eyes puffy, cheeks red, and lips swollen. the only thing is those tears were being wasted and he wanted it to fucking stop. he placed small kisses on the top of your head, his arm pulling you into him more.
“____, it’s gonna be okay,” he said. “he didn’t deserve you and you know he isn’t the victim, it’s you. stop crying over him please.” he shook your body just a little only making you whine. he shook you some more then made his way to your sides to tickle you.
“don’t… don’t you dare,” you said, shooting straight up and looking at him. those damn puffy eyes and pouty lips, he could feel himself lose all sense of reasoning. he just smiled at your ‘threat’ and started reaching for your sides again. “kim mingyu, if you tickle me so help me go-” before you could finish your sentence your roommate was violently attacking your sides with his fingers. you tried to hold back your giggles, but couldn’t any longer as his fingers quickly moved up and down your rib cage, causing you to fall backwards, while kicking up in protest. mingyu was able to climb between your legs, enabling him to assault your sides with even more vigor. he grinned down at you taking in your state, your cheeks were flushed from trying to catch your breath in between giggles, your chest was rising and falling heavily as you looked up at your best friend with teary eyes. mingyu suddenly found himself in a trance, leaning down to gently capture your lips. once your lips connected you began to immediately kiss back, moving your lips against his slowly. you moaned into the kiss as he pressed more of his weight into you, able to feel his growing member as it touched your clothed core. you grinded up into him as the kiss deepened, the two of you becoming hungrier for each other as you fought for dominance.
mingyu backed away causing you to pout at the loss, but that disappointment was soon replaced with excitement as mingyu moved down between your legs.
“can i..?” he looked up at you for permission, to which you nodded. he slowly removed your shorts and underwear in one go taking in the beautiful sight before him. you were soaking, a string of arousal disconnecting from your panties and your glistening folds. the sight of you made him feel a bit cocky since he realized simply kissing you was all it took for you to become like this. what he didn’t know was that this result was a combination of what happened on the way to the ice cream parlor up to now.
mingyu slowly teased you with his fingers listening to the lewd sounds that came from your pussy as he played with it. “i want a taste…” he looked up at you with hooded eyes as he continued playing with your folds. “didn’t your parents tell you you’re not supposed to play with your food?” you asked making eye contact with him. mingyu nodded slowly while still looking at you, “then go on, enjoy your meal baby.”
that was all mingyu needed to hear as he dove in. he licked a fat stripe from the bottom of your folds all the way up to your clit, humming at the sweet taste of you. you watched with hooded eyes as mingyu ate you out as if it was his last meal. sloppily slurping up your juices as you became wetter with each lick and suck that he was delivering. wanting to get closer to your core, mingyu throws your legs over his broad shoulders and sheaths his tongue inside of you as he continues to messily eat you out. you continued to watch the man until you caught a glimpse of his hips grinding into the sofa, creating some type of friction to get him off while he devoured you. you throw your head back in pleasure as his tongue reaches deep inside you. your walls clenched around the muscle feeling that familiar heat begin to build up, making the pup moan into your core. you pulled on mingyu’s hair to get him to stop his actions, you didn’t want to come just yet, not before you got to the main event.
“slow down baby, m’not going anywhere,” you chuckled looking down at the puppy who had your juices all over his mouth and chin. he breathed out heavily, cheeks flushed and brows drawn together due to the pain that was burning his scalp. you loosened your grip a bit before guiding him back down to your pussy, leaving your hand entangled with his soft brown locks once he was back in position. he began his ministrations again with the same fervor, but was careful not to go too fast as you had instructed. “good boy…” you praised, smiling down at him as you moved your hips to meet his tongue. his dick was crying out to him, wanting to be touched but he was too focused on making you feel good to even care. his tongue swiped against your swollen clit again before sucking on it with eagerness. your grip on his soft locks became tighter, making the pretty boy whine against you and hold his head still.
“fuck.. just like that.. stay there..” you sighed. your hips moved vigorously as he continued to suck. his grip on your thighs became tighter the faster he rubbed himself against the sofa, feeling his own high build up. “‘nna cum baby..” you moaned. his head was spinning at the idea of you cumming because of him, wanting nothing more than your thighs squeezing his head as you shake from his actions. his nails dug into your thighs,knowing they were going to leave mark later on, waiting for you to fuck his face faster. his name fell from your plump lips, legs shaking and slowly closing around his head once that bubble popped.
his mind was completely blank, only wanting to take care of you and please you until you can't take it anymore. his fingers slowly inserted into you, finishing out your high but also collecting your release. his tongue lapped against your folds and his own fingers as cum ran down the large digits. “ming– fuck wait,” you begged. your legs shook more at the overstimulation, not being able to find a stopping point. the only way you could stop mingyu, however, was gripping his locks once again, pulling him away from your sensitive cunt. he looked at you with hooded eyelids and you returned the same fucked out look. both craving more from one another, whether it was touch or affection, you needed him and he needed you.
his hands softly caressed your thighs as he lifted himself up to his knees. his dick standing proud in his sweats, precum seeping through making a small print near the tip of his dick. his hands found their way from your thigh,
to your knees
to your shin
and your ankles, slowly trying to memorize every scar, every bump, and every ounce of your soft skin so it would burn into his head. his chest rose up and down slowly as he scanned the rest of your body before bringing his gaze back up to your face causing you to clench around nothing.
“lemme fuck you..” his tongue swiped over his lips then the back of his sharp teeth. “please..?” one of his hands stroked his clothed cock making air get sucked in between his teeth at the feeling. the other hand placed itself beside your head as he slowly brought himself down towards you. chest to chest. face to face. you bit your lip as you watched his every move, anticipating what words were going to leave his lips. he looked at your eyes then your lips, carefully leaning in until his lips were slightly touching yours. “i’d make you feel so good.. just please.” the hand that was stroking his dick made its way into his pants and his briefs, thumb rubbing his tip collecting more of his precum. the pace of his breathing started to pick up the faster his thumb moved around his tip. he closed his eyes, his mouth agape as he tried to bring himself to release.
the sight was sinful. your cunt dripping more as you watched your best friend shamelessly beg to fuck you. him shamelessly fucking himself to just your presence alone. all of this was making your head spin and you couldn’t take it anymore. your lips found his, mingyu not even trying to battle for dominance anymore. the noises he released into your mouth were so shameless, completely different from his tall and buff appearance. your hands found comfort on his chest as you pushed him off of you. he sat up on the sofa correctly, making you throw one of your legs over so you could straddle the helpless pup.
he places his hands on your hips as you two continued to kiss, your tongue taking over his mouth with no remorse. “you’re so cute,” you smiled, placing pecks against the side of his lip then his beautiful tan neck. the pecks instantly turned into wet kisses, bruising the glowing boy’s neck with each kiss.
he moaned high in the back of his throat as he rutted up into you clothed core looking for some type of friction. “poor puppy is so needy.” you feigned in a sickly sweet tone as you grinded down to meet his hip driving him even more insane than he already was.
“you gonna be good for mommy, and let her use you how she wants?” you asked pulling away from his neck to make eye contact. mingyu’s head was faced towards the side his eyes shut in pleasure as he whined out into the stillness of your apartment.
you grabbed his hair roughly once again causing him to look at you, he had tears in his eyes from how worked up he was. “baby, did you hear what i said?” he looked into your eyes before shaking his head and whining more as you slammed your hips down. “i said… are. you. going. to. be. good?” you asked once again punctuating each word by slamming down on his clothes cock.
mingyu nodded as a sob ripped through his chest, thighs shaking slightly as he tried to hold back his orgasm. satisfied enough with his answer you climbed off of him and helped remove his sweats. you looked at the large wet patch on the front of his pants and could feel your arousal spike from the mess the two of you created.
deciding to tease your roommate a little more you knelt down in front of him in between his large thighs and began mouthing at his clothes dick. taking the large tip between your lips through the fabric. mingyu tried to buck up in pleasure, but you had a firm grasp on his thighs preventing him from doing so. “p-please… i wanna feel you.” mingyu keened throwing his head back. “what do you mean love? i’m touching you aren’t i?” you smiled loving his reactions to all the teasing. “no! wanna feel you around me…” mingyu whined looking down at you, the tears in his eyes were growing larger and as if on cue one of the fat water droplets began to slide down his cheek.
“aw baby, do you need mommy’s pussy that bad?” you jutted your lip out, while tilting your head to the side. mingyu nodded enthusiastically pouting a little as you continued to tease him.
mingyu never knew you could be this cruel and if it wasn’t for the fact that you had just gone through your break up (definitely not the fact that he was so whipped for you he’d risk death just to see you happy) he probably wouldn’t have allowed you to do this. at least that’s what he tells himself in his head as cock continues to betray him with every twitch.
gaging that he had been through enough berating you finally pulled his sweat pants down. he hissed a little as his sensitive tip got caught on the waistband of his sweat pants. you cooed at his reaction before standing up to straddle him again. once situated on his lap you began to roll your hips against his him, humming at the way his shaft felt between your folds. deciding you wanted to have more contact with him though, you pulled off his hoodie and your own quickly, giving you more access to his gorgeous golden skin that you loved so much. you continued to move against him, glaring at your roommate when he roughly gripped your sides. “so impatient…” you tsked while lifting up slowly, positioning yourself above his cock before slowly sinking down.
your face contorted at the stretch, throwing your head back as you slowly slide down his length, gripping onto his thighs to keep yourself grounded. “fuck you’re so tight…” mingyu said breathily, his grip tightening on your sides as you clenched around him.
you moved your hands to his shoulders, gripping them tightly as you adjusted to his size. you knew mingyu was blessed, because you may or may not have accidentally walked in on him jerking off one time. you had only seen a glimpse, but now feeling it inside you, it felt even bigger than what you remembered seeing that day.
“are you ok?” mingyu asked lifting your chin to look into his eyes. he looked so concerned and it made your heart melt a bit at his sincere expression.
your ex never looked at you like that.
you nodded slowly afraid your voice would betray you since you were already breathing heavily. to show him you were fine though you began rocking your hips slowly causing you both to let out breathy moans. you continued rocking slowly watching the way mingyu reacted to you. he looked so pretty, lips parted and eyes closed as you grind your hips down into him. “so gorgeous…” you whispered out, his hooded eyes meeting your own. he desperately wanted to move, but he wanted you to continue using him as you pleased. he decided to indulge himself though by connecting your lips in a slow, but passionate kiss. you kissed back slowly, moving one of your hands from his shoulder to cup his cheek gently.
the two of you pulled away gasping for air, your hips had momentarily stopped moving from how much mingyu's kisses had affected you. the time that you two spent kissing though had helped you adjust to his large size. gripping onto his shoulders tightly you began to lift yourself off his cock before slamming back down on him. mingyu couldn’t contain the moans that tumbled from his lips as you set up a steady pace.
bouncing up and down you played with the hairs at the nape of his neck as you let your head fall onto his shoulder. no one had ever filled you up this deliciously and each time you brought your hips down you couldn’t help the whimpers that fell from your own lips. “you’re doing so good baby, making mommy feel so good.” you breathed out kissing his praise shoulder which was beginning to gleam with sweat. mingyu whined at the praise, his grip becoming almost bruising from how good you felt around him. “mommy feels so good around me.” he slurred out trying his best to hold back.
you could tell he was about to cum, but didn’t want to give him the gratification of release just yet. before he could finish you pulled off of him and gripped the base of his cock roughly to prevent him from orgasming.
“f-fuck!” he cried out as his dry orgasm racked through his body causing him to shake. you watched as tears began to tumble down his cheeks again, his chest rising and falling heavily as he whimpered.
“come on, we aren’t finished pup.” you got up on shaky legs, pulling him up with you. walking into your bedroom, you laid down on the bed, pulling him down so he was hovering over you. “here’s how it’s gonna work. you’re gonna fuck me, but every time you get close to cumming, we switch positions. if i cum then you can cum. if you cum without permission we keep going until i finish, overstimulated or not.“ you looked sternly into his eyes making sure his attention was on you. “am i understood?” you asked gripping his hair roughly. “yes mommy, i understand.” he whimpered out softly.
“good, go on love, show mommy how good you are.” you smiled releasing his locks.
mingyu lined himself up with your cunt before thrusting in roughly. he set up a fast pace that had your body moving up and down with the force of his thrusts. you moaned loudly at the unexpected pace as the headboard loudly banged against the wall. “f-fuck, gyu s-slow down.” you begged loudly as your hands clawed at the sheets trying to grip onto something for purchase. mingyu ignores your pleas as he continues to plow into you at an animalistic pace, his hands tightly gripping the pillow that your head is placed on.
you gripped his hair roughly once again causing his hips to stutter as they came to a stop. “w-what, you said as long as i didn’t cum!” he whined looking down at you with a pout. he took in your breathless form and how your hair was laying messily against the pillow, brushing a few strands that had managed to get into your eyes behind your ear. “y-yeah but it doesn’t mean you have to thrust into me like an animal.” you replied loosening your grip on his scalp allowing your hand to fall back down to your side.
mingyu nodded before he began thrusting again, this time at a much slower pace. he thrusted into you deeply allowing you to feel every inch of him as he slowly dragged himself in and out of you. mingyu whimpered in the back of his throat as he felt how tight you were clenching around him, “q-quit that…” you opened your eyes and looked at him with a confused expression “w-what?”
his face was contorted in pleasure and you clenched experimentally to see if your suspicion was right. he whimpered out again before pulling out and clutching the base of his cock roughly to stop his orgasm. “that!” he exclaimed sitting back on his heels while he tried to catch his breath. you giggled loudly before sitting up yourself. “i can’t help it if you’re making me feel good.”
“yeah but the last time was on purpose, i know it!” he furrowed his brows while he tried to catch his breath. his cock we still standing angry and red between his legs, which made you feel a bit bad since you could tell how needy he was.
“guilty,” you grinned cheekily before getting on your hands and knees. “come on pup, i think you’ve been good enough. you can cum if you want, but you still have to get me off if you cum before me.” you said, arching your back as you waited for him to enter you. you shivered once you felt his large palms on your waist, gripping harshly as he pushed himself in slowly. the stretch was so delicious yet so addicting for the second time. a breath that mingyu didn’t know he was holding left his plump lips once he bottomed out. “you feel so good,” he breathed. he leaned over placing kisses on your flushed out back sending waves of pleasure straight to you core making you clench around the girth. his hips started to move slowly getting used to your walls once again before speeding up. seeing your ass jiggle with every thrust had his head spinning, wishing to see this view everyday for the rest of his life.
your shaky arms failed you, making your face lay sideways on the mattress, hair in front of you face and mouth agape. god he felt so good. his dick hit places where your ex couldn’t even reach, feeling sparks and butterflies throughout your entire body. arousal began to run down your weak legs, soaking the sheets and your roommate’s thighs.
“fuck baby i’m so close..” you grunted once your fingers circled your clit. mingyu whined at the pet name, pressing down on your back to thrust into you harder. you could tell he was on the edge but trying his best to hold back for you, trying to be the best boy he could be. ’mommy’ fell from his lips as your muscle clenched around his throbbing dick, trying to milk him wanting him to fill you up to the brim. “cum in me baby, want you to fill me up..”
“my god…” he choked out, your words going straight to his dick. his hips started to lose rhythm, his cum painting your walls. this spurred up your own release moaning out his name while your legs shook around him. both of your breaths heavy, he slowly tried to slide out of you only for it to fail when your hips chased him, fucking yourself a bit more to overstimulate the poor pup. “____ please…” he whined, his body twitching at the feeling. he was so cute you just had to stop messing with him. his large body laid beside yours, bringing you close to his with no room to cool off.
“that really happened,” you giggled. his eyes looked at you, so bright and filled with love you could feel your heart sink to the pit of your stomach. to think this could happen to your roommate and best friend of all people, it almost felt like a dream to you. your hand slowly went to his face, caressing his cheek and your thumb rubbing across his beautiful lips resulting in him kissing it. “yeah.. it did.” his hand rubbed your bare back tracing patterns of god know what still finding some sort of answer in your eyes.
“soooo….” you began. “what are we?” mingyu’s eyes rolled as he turned over so his back was facing you.
“you’re kidding right?” he scowled. “you literally put me through heaven and hell at the same time and used me as a fuck toy just for you to ask ‘what are we?’” you laughed at his pouting pulling yourself back to him and placing a kiss on his shoulder, then his neck, and then his cheek. “hmmm i don’t know. i might have to think about it,” you teased. he turned to look out you with a loud ‘ya!’ only making you laugh harder and kiss his cute lips. the kiss went from a peck then to a long passionate drawn out kiss, pulling yourself on top of him again and his hand resting on your waist.
“i’m just teasing you baby,” you smiled, breaking the kiss. his thumbs rubbed you hips as he looked up at you with a big smile. “i love you, dummy.” his arms pulled you down to a big hug, placing a kiss on your head then your lips.
“i love you too.”
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The Sweetest Taste | Chapter 51- Unspoken words
When Din Djarin meets a beautiful cake seller from Nevarro, do you think he’s just going to stand back and let her suffer at the hands of her abusive boyfriend? After a lifetime of heartache and pain, Lysa Kane realises she’s not on her own any more and finds an unlikely friend in the Mandalorian. And Din Djarin does not like men who treat women like that, not one tiny bit. Friendship/comfort and maybe something more…
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Chapter 51 - Unspoken words
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The days slipped slowly by, like sand through an hourglass.
The distant morning bells chiming in the spiralled tower near to the gates of the nearby city, tolling the dawn of each new day.
With the passing of each one, easing the pain (both physical and emotional), for Lysa, until she was far more able to bare it.
For with every new day, Lysa felt far more like herself again. The hard memories of what had happened in Nar Shaddaa still there, like the dull ache in her shoulder, but it seemed to diminish slightly with every second, every minute, every hour that passed her by.
The nights however had been far harder.
During the day Lysa could easily be distracted by Grogu, or by Din. Or by keeping herself busy, tidying the cabin, making food to feed the three of them.
But the nights felt far more difficult to bear.
For that was when the ghosts of her past haunted her, slipping into her dreams and lingering there until she would be woken to the feeling of Din pulling her close, whispering words of comfort into her ear, pressing kisses to her hair…
Soothing her in a way no other person ever could.
Several times over the past few days Lysa had woken, sweat beaded over her collarbone, breathing hard, terrified. And she had burst into tears almost instantly, still more shaken by everything that had happened than she cared to admit.
Lysa knew that despite all he had done to her, what he had put her through…the guilt of taking Crix’s life like she had, still sat heavy on her soul, gnawing at her from the inside. Her subconscious bearing most of this burden.
But each night that passed, Din was there, helping to ease that pain with just his presence.
There was no kissing between them now, no touching, nothing more than his strong arms wrapping around her when the nightmares drew in.
And by the fifth day Lysa, when dawn had broken, Din had eaten an early lunch with her and Grogu and muttered something about needing to go into the city. And, feeling well-rested and at ease, Lysa had smiled and told him to go. Reassuring him that she would be fine.
And she was.
That weight lifting from her shoulders bit by bit with each new dawn.
,
Lysa knew that in a couple of days she would feel well enough and steady enough to venture out herself. Yearning to get back to doing what she loved the most and carry on with her deliveries. But without her old landspeeder, this would likely prove difficult.
But nevertheless, if Lysa couldn't bake for the purpose of selling her wares she would indeed bake to feed the two people she cared most about in the galaxy.
Smiling to herself now, as she kneaded the sweetbread dough between her hands.
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“So…how is she?” asked Greef Karga, as he reclined in his high-backed chair behind his huge desk, eying Din with interest.
The tall Mandalorian was standing before him now, with Grogu at his side, who was sat up in his hover-pram, both eyes firmly on the poit nuts that sat in a dish on Karga’s desk.
“Better,” uttered Din in a low voice. “Her fever’s gone. Her shoulder is pretty much healed over, and all the other bruises are beginning to fade.
“No,” said Karga with a shake of his head. “I mean how is she? For her ex-boyfriend to put her through all that…someone she thought cared about her...”
“She’s getting there,” Din replied. “I think she’s still getting used to the idea that he’s finally gone. And that she can finally breathe again.”
A smile twitched at Karga’s lips. His brown eyes were warm.
“Well at least she’s got you,” he said, staring up at Din. “You know it wasn't all that long ago that you stood here asking me about that Crix guy. Back then, I didn't quite know what your MO was. Thought he was just some guy that had pissed you off. And then I saw you with her, and saw the way she looked at you.”
Karga’s smile widened.
“That’s when I knew that you were both smitten with each other,” he said jovially. “But neither of you wanted to admit it.”
Behind his beskar, Din felt his face flush. And grateful his old friend wasn't privy to that now, Din merely grunted out an acknowledgement.
“So….” said Karga, his smile widening into a grin as he raised both eyebrows. “You gonna admit it now?”
“I don't know what you’re talking about,” replied Din smoothly, but even he couldn't help the smirk pulling at his lips.
“Pfft,” scoffed Karga. “You can’t fool me, Mando. I know you love that girl, you’ve just got to tell her, that’s all.”
Din rolled his eyes, folding his arms across his armoured body and shifting his weight onto one foot, before he changed the topic.
“I came here to thank you for coming to Nar Shaddaa the other day. You and the Marshal,” tutted Din. “But if this is just going to be a lecture-”
Karga quickly raised both hands either side of his head in good spirits.
“Alright, alright. Easy,” Karga chuckled. “You’re welcome.”
But Karga now offered Din a serious look, glancing him up and down. “I knew I had to follow you when I saw you leave like that. ‘Cause when it comes to saving the people you care about…well…you're like a wildfire, Mando. And it feels like no force in this galaxy is going to stop you.”
Din ruminated on Karga’s words for a long moment, before letting out a huff of air through his nose.
It was of course true. Perhaps Din did let his emotions and his anger get the better of him when it came to Grogu, and now Lysa. But Mandalorians were known for their loyalty to those in their clan. Their family.
And was that not what Lysa was to him now?
Din certainly felt like she was family. His feelings for her having multiplied tenfold since getting back from Nar Shaddaa.
Relieved with knowing that she was safe in his arms once more. Where she was supposed to be. And where Din wanted her to be forever more.
His heart now seemed to ache for every moment he was apart from her.
Needing to feel her closeness. To feel her heart beating near to his own.
“So how about the Stinger?” muttered Karga, sliding the small bowl of nuts across the table towards Grogu, who he had noticed had been almost salivating over them. “You saw that it handles well. Still interested in borrowing it?”
The small green child immediately jumped from his pram, landing on the table and began to shovel the small orange poit nuts into his mouth by the handful.
Din let out a sigh.
“Can we put it on ice for now?” murmured the Mandalorian. “I’m not sure heading off-planet right now would be what Lysa wants.”
“I dunno,” said Karga with a shrug. “Maybe a vacation would do you both some good.”
Din ignored his friend before pursing his lips for brief moment, giving a frown behind his helmet.
“You got any landspeeders?” he asked, changing tack all of a sudden.
Karga gave a shake of his head. “Nothing I’m aware of at the moment.”
“Lysa needs one to get around to make her deliveries,” said Din with another sigh. “I can tell she wants to get out there again.”
“Surely you earn enough for the both of you to get by on?” said Karga with a curious frown stitching its way over his brow.
“I don’t think she’d want that,” replied Din shifting his weight back onto his right leg. “ I know that she enjoys it. People enjoying what she makes. Her parents owned a bakery on Naboo when she was a child and she’s grown up baking and selling sweet breads and cakes all her life.”
“Well then, it sounds like its not a speeder she wants…” commented Karga, raising a single eyebrow.
But Din merely frowned, staring back at Karga with a confused look crossing his face.
At his silence, Karga continued.
“Surely she wants a little store of her own,” he explained. “I actually met her for the first time on a walk-around of the city. While she was looking around a place last year, just before Life Day.”
Lysa had of course told Din this. Telling him how she had been planning on opening a shop on the outskirts of the city when Crix had taken all of the money she had spent years saving, merely gambling it away spitefully.
Din did not respond, with Karga offering him a knowing look.
“I’ll keep an eye out for a speeder for you.”
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The sky had grown dark by the time Din climbed the porch steps leading up to his small cabin set in the middle of the dusty desert flats.
As the door slid open before him, he was greeted with a warm glowing light and the delicious scent of freshly baked bread.
Stepping quietly in the room, with Grogu padding along behind him, Din turned the corner to see Lysa stood against the counter with her back to them, humming softly to herself as she glazed the very top of a round loaf of bread with a small brush.
Din couldn't help but smile now as he watched her, long golden hair, brushed and perfect-looking, hanging down her back over a long cream tunic dress which was belted and nipped in at the waist.
Dank farrik.
To Din she was perfection.
Like nothing he had ever seen before.
Since the loss of his own parents at such a young age, Din had never considered himself to be the sort of man who would settle down, find a family of his own.
And yet forty years on, and here he was.
He now had Grogu. A son of his own. Something he had never thought he would have.
And now…there was Lysa.
The woman who had come into his life from nowhere. And become all that Din yearned for, from the moment he woke up, until the moment that sleep took him again.
Karga had been right. Din had been smitten with her from their very first meeting just outside.
She was everything he had ever wanted, despite not even realising it for so much of his life.
Completing him entirely.
Lysa turned now to wipe her hands on a clean cloth on the counter beside her, suddenly catching sight of the pair of them. Her beautiful eyes widening and her face breaking into a delighted smile.
“I didn't even hear you come in,” she said warmly.
But before Din could even say a word, Grogu had approached and given a happy croak, before bouncing into the air and landing in Lysa’s arms.
She gave a laugh.
“Caught you!” she said playfully, pulling the small green child into her and nuzzling her nose to his as he peered up at her gurgling cheerfully. “I missed you both.”
She lifted her gaze to Din as he approached her.
“How was the city?” she asked in a kindly voice. “Did Falzar at the market say anything? I remembered today that I owe him five credits. He must be cursing me-”
But Din gave a shake of his head.
“No one said anything,” he replied honestly. “I can go back and pay him tomorrow if you need me to?”
But Lysa too shook her own head, sending her blonde hair cascading back over her shoulders. “No, he might have forgotten. I might try and head into town later in the week anyway. Try out that speeder bike.”
She raised her eyebrows tauntingly, causing Din to huff.
Din still had the speeder bike they had borrowed from the Jawas weeks ago, parked around the rear of the cabin. But if he was honest, he was not keen on the idea of Lysa riding such a vehicle over the harsh lava flats to get into the city.
A landspeeder was safe and far slower than the bike that was for sure.
“Well at least let me give you a lesson on it first,” said Din in a gruff voice. “Those bikes go a lot faster than a landspeeder.”
Lysa pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes at Din playfully.
“Fine,” she said with a smirk. “Spoilsport.”
Din narrowed his eyes at her and tilted his helmet-covered head her way, giving a goading grunt.
“Mi-tahhhh,” sighed Grogu suddenly, in Lysa’s arms, settling his tiny head against Lysa’s chest.
“I guess it’s bedtime,” Lysa said to Din in a whisper. “I could go for an early night too.”
And as though on cue, Lysa gave a yawn of her own, attempting to muffle it behind her hand.
“Want me to-” she offered, but Din had it covered, extracting Grogu from Lysa’s grasp and carrying him towards the door to his Sleeper.
“I’m on it,” he responded in a low voice, as Lysa smiled after them.
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By the time Din emerged from putting Grogu down, the lights in the living space were already dimmed and Din could hear Lysa washing up in the Refresher on the far side of the room.
Certainly ready for sleep himself, Din had headed to his own Sleeper, the door sliding open before him. Before beginning to remove the plated beskar armour from his person.
Piece by piece he dropped it to the floor in a neat pile, sitting himself down on the edge of the bed to wait for Lysa before removing any more layers - like his tunic, pants, or most importantly, his helmet.
And a few seconds later, there she was. Looking like a vision, her tunic now unbelted and unbuttoned at the chest. Golden hair flowing around her like a halo of light.
But it was her smile that caused Din’s heart to constrict within his chest as he looked up at her.
That smile that, for days, had been absent. And faint on the rare occasion it had lingered upon her lips.
But here it was now, in all its glory and warmth, washing over him like a welcome breeze on a summer’s day.
Dank.
Din knew that wherever Lysa was, was where he wanted to be now. Never wanting to leave her again.
She entered the room, closing the door behind her with a swwffftt.
The shutters on the window were not yet closed. And in the pale starlight that now illuminated the otherwise shadowy room, Din watched from the corner of his eye, as Lysa undid the remaining buttons on her long dress. Before removing it from her person and hanging it over a small stool at the very foot of the bed.
And with nothing but a short, thin slip covering her perfect body, she pulled back the covers and climbed into bed.
“You ok for me to-” she questioned in a soft voice, nodding towards the button situated just below the shutters.
Din gave a nod and just a second later the room was shrouded in complete darkness. Allowing him the opportunity to remove his tunic and helmet in the privacy so demanded of him by his Creed.
But if Din was completely honest, this act felt frustratingly pointless to him now. More than it ever had before.
For he knew how he felt about Lysa now. And her not seeing his face, after all that had happened between them, especially after almost losing her in Nar Shaddaa like that…well, it felt futile.
Now Din wanted to give himself to her fully, wanting her to truly understand how much she meant to him. And how much of himself he was willing to give to her in return.
But before Din could think on this any longer, his thoughts were disturbed by Lysa speaking.
“Do you think my basket might fit on the back of a speeder bike?” she asked in a quiet voice.
Din gave a huff, now free of beskar and his wool tunic, leaving him in just his dark pants.
“Might be a little precarious,” he replied, coming to lie on his side to face her now in the dark.
He heard her shift against her pillow a little.
“I really want to try and get back to making deliveries in a few days,” she said in a gentle voice. “I feel like it would do me good….getting back out there. Being busy again.”
Din understood. Of course he did. But that didn't stop him feeling protective over her.
“Want me to be your chaperone?” he asked in a light tone, harking back to those two occasions when Lysa had asked Din to escort her through the marketplace.
He could hear her smiling now, even in the dark as she shifted closer to him.
“I think I’ll be fine,” she said, nudging her nose suddenly with hers. “Thank you though.”
And with that, Din felt her ghost her lips over his for the briefest of seconds, before kissing him gently.
A warm sensation seemed to fill Din, from the top of his head, right down to the tips of his toes. And beneath the covers, Din’s hand found Lysa’s waist, pulling her body flush with his own.
He deepened the kiss as Lysa did too, her lips tasting of the sweetest honey. A taste Din had been craving for days now. His addiction.
But their kiss now was not like the heated ones of one week past.
This was gentle and sweet, and filled with the purest love and affection for one another.
After a long few moments, Lysa finally pulled away, smiling into Din’s lips. And he knew now that if he were to have looked upon her face he would have seen a blush there, gracing her cheeks.
Din stared at her in the darkness, both of them silent now as the seconds ticked by.
It was Lysa that was first to break through the quiet.
“Thank you,” she said again gently. “For….for saving me.”
A frown line grazed Din’s brow, but he didn't say anything as Lysa continued.
“For the first time in my life…” she uttered, before pausing for the slightest of seconds, her words hanging in the air like a swirl of sand. “...I feel…free.”
Lysa reached up, her fingers grazing down Din’s cheek.
“I-”
Din swallowed hard, his breath stilling in his lungs as he waited…waiting for Lysa to finish her sentence…
…but he felt her drop her face from his now, and glance downwards, before she looked up once more, her nose brushing his…
…the ghost of those words fading away without him able to do a thing to stop them.
“Night, Din,” she whispered softly, pressing herself into him and tucking her head beneath his chin, snuggling herself close.
And Din,felt himself give another hard swallow, as he pulled her into him, resting his bearded chin on top of her head.
But it was several minutes more, long after he had felt Lysa succumb to sleep, that Din even attempted to close his eyes.
His heart aching painfully for those unspoken words, still clinging to the air between them.
Those words that still needed to be said.
With Din knowing now, that he needed to be the one to say them.
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Next chapter: Din has something he needs to get off his chest...
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i need part 15 already!😫ty! 💕
part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11 / part 12 / part 13 / part 14 / part 15 / part 16 / part 17
“Y/N?” As Seokjin calls unto your name, you look up at him, unsure of whether you blurred vision is due to the wound or the tears that have yet to dry. Either way, the pain still hurts despite the fact that they’ve tried their best to treat it.
You lie against the sofa in Namjoon’s office, having yet to leave due to the fact that it’s still too dangerous to go anywhere right now. Your head falls a bit hazy now, as voices comes in and out, lying with a wrapped shoulder that can’t seem to stop bleeding.
“How do you feel?” You hear the eldest ask, his hand reaching out to hold your face. Upon his touch, you close your eyes, allowing the tears to fall, and nuzzle upon his palm. “It still hurts, doesn’t it?” You can hear the strain in his voice, how much he holds his emotions in, to keep them at bay for your sake. “How could the authorities do this to you?”
“It’s…my fault,” you say, voice weaker and frail than ever before. “Besides…if I had normal owners…getting hurt wouldn’t really matter…would it?”
You’re right. If they weren’t dealing with dangerous business, your life in itself wouldn’t have been in danger in the first place. But it’s the fact that they’re in dangerous business that makes it harder on you now that you can no longer use your genie powers to the fullest.
“But it’s okay,” you don’t sugarcoat your words, always as sincere as ever, yet the way you nuzzle against his touch and the way you smile at him lets him see just what a kind heart you have, “no matter what…I wouldn’t change it for the world.”
“Y/N…”
“Hey second owner, if I were to become human…do you think I could survive?”
He strokes your hair gently. “If you were human, the doctors would be able to treat you and you wouldn’t have to bleed out like this. We’d make sure you’re safe no matter the circumstances.”
“Ah, so…” you chuckle weakly, “you…imagine I’d still be in your life…if I were human?”
“Why wouldn’t you?”
“I just thought…maybe…I’d be alone either way…As a genie, and..as a human.”
“Why would you think that?���
“I just…” A few more tears slip by and Seokjin is right there to wipe them away. No matter how it pains him to see you like this, he doesn’t hesitate to wipe your tears, and for that you dislike the kindness they continue to show you. If you don’t want to continue your attachment to them, you can’t have them keep doing this to you.
“I fear it,” you tell him, a tremor in your body. “I fear loneliness, and when you left me there in the garden all by myself…when you pushed me away and then went to that other girl, I…whether I love you or not, it still hurts. You’re so…you’re so cruel, second owner. Genies have feelings too, you know. We also…we also hurt and that night…you and the first owner…I know you didn’t mean it but it felt like…like you were invalidating my feelings.”
He looks up at the leader who returns to his side with the others, the situation now finally beginning to calm. Their brows furrow upon your words, knowing just how right you are to feel the things you’re feeling.
“You know, I…I really do think that I love you.” You continue on as if nothing can stop you now. Perhaps you aren’t in the right mindset, being as your eyes are blurred with haze and tears, and your words are a bit slurred. Still, they listen to your every word, holding onto them. “I broke a law for you…and I spoke against the authority. They looked at me as if I was a criminal. I committed a felony. Did you know? The authority was going to return the fifth owner’s pain from that night, have the doctors look after him just as how it was meant to be, but I spoke against it because…because I couldn’t bear the thought of him in pain like that again.
“So I asked her to give me his pain instead. I told her not to touch him, or any of you, and she relented, giving me the punishment, as well as revoking many of my genie powers. That’s why I was away for so long, and that’s why I haven’t been able to skip around the halls or laugh as easily as I could before. The pain the fifth owner had to go through…it was immense but…but rather than him…I’m glad I took it. And I’d do it again, and…and you’re so cruel to say…to say that my feelings aren’t true, that…that I don’t love you when I do. I do, you dumb, idiot-..ah.!”
“Careful, careful,” Seokjin cooes, his other hand reaching out to gently run against your arm, careful not to touch your wound.
“You’re so mean,” you cry and he wipes your tears, nodding.
“I know, I know, I’m sorry.”
“Please don’t doubt me.”
“We won’t. I’m sorry.”
“Promise?”
“Mmn, promise.” He presses a kiss to your forehead as a way to seal the vow and a few more tears slip from your eyes, right before your breathing begins to slowly even out, and they realize you’ve finally fallen asleep.
When they watch you sleep, their hearts are relieved yet heavy with guilt.
.
.
You stir from movements, waking from your slumber with a whimper. “Hurts…”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but we have to transfer you to the van.” Even though your eyes aren’t completely open, you can still tell who it is that’s holding you, his voice a sweet melody to your ears.
“Are we going home?” You ask.
“Yeah,” Yoongi nods, his steps light and careful as he walks down a flight of stairs before the cold wind hits you. “We’re almost there,” he assures upon your shiver and just as he said, it doesn’t take long for the two of you to reach the black vehicle, where Jimin awaits.
Yoongi sets you down in the passenger seat, careful to strap you in before taking off his blazer to drape it over your body.
“A little warmer?” He asks and you nod.
“Are we all going home?”
“Yeah.” You feel his hand in your hair. “We’ve taken care of everything so don’t worry and just sleep, yeah? If the pain is too much, let us know.”
“Mmn…genies can’t die.”
“Doesn’t mean they don’t hurt, sweetheart.”
“Hmm…Sweethear..I like that.”
He chuckles at your drowsy responses. “Do you?”
“Mmn.”
.
.
“Looks like you have a high fever.” When you wake up a second time, you realize you’re already home, laid in bed, with Hoseok right before you, taking your temperature. “I didn’t realize genies can get fevers. Though I guess you must be a special case now, huh? Since you can’t heal.”
You stare at him for a moment, vision still a bit weary, but even still, you examine the man before you. “...You have bags,” you say with a slight frown. “You’re tired.”
“Oh please,” he shrugs off your concern. “I’m in a better position than someone who can’t get treated.”
“Is there anything that can be done?” You hear Jungkook ask and think about it.
“Well…I can always beg the authority but that isn’t a safe option.”
“Is there any other option?”
“Besides letting this sit through? Becoming human,” you say, and they look at you with a blink.
“Becoming human?”
“Though…I don’t really want to.”
“Why not?”
“I can’t survive.”
“What do you mean?”
“...There’s no point,” you say after a moment of hesitation. “If I become human…it would be…it would be my way of being able to stay by your side but…but you don’t want me to stay so there’s no point. There’s no point in becoming human if I can’t be by your side. So I’d rather stay here..as genie…serving you until the wishes are all done. I can still stay with you as genie…for now, at least. But a second longer is better than none at all.”
You feel a hand on your head, fingers stroking you gently. “Who said we wouldn’t want you staying with us?” Jungkook asks.
You lean against his touch, seeking his warmth. “I assume,” you say simply. “If I cannot be yours, how can I stay by your side?”
“Who said you can’t be ours?”
“Hmm…” you pout slightly, “you’re making my answers really weak, seventh owner.”
“I’ve decided what I want for our second wish.”
Your brows knit slightly upon his sudden declaration. “Seventh owner, you want to take advantage of me during my weakened state? I can’t grant you a wish that goes beyond my limit, no matter how important owners are to their genies. Can’t you wait until the punishment period is over? Whenever that is?”
“It’s okay, this one is an easy wish to grant,” he insists and you look up at him, a bit curious.
“Shouldn’t you discuss it with the others first? You’ll only have one wish left after this. Hmm…unless this is your way of rejecting me and wanting me to leave so soon?”
Jungkook laughs a little. “No, no, I’d never do that.”
What? Rejecting you or wanting you to leave so soon?
Or both?
He’s confusing you.
“My wish…is for you to call us by names. Our real names.”
What an easy wish indeed, but it does catch you offguard, because you never expected for him to wish for such a simple wish that might as well could’ve been a wishful thinking on his part. Though you guess because you’ve always been too stubborn against calling their names, he’s taking advantage of such a wish.
“You…you’re a cheater, you know that?”
“You have to grant your owner’s wish, Y/N.”
Well, in the first place, you had kept with that rule from the very beginning because you didn’t want to grow attached. But what’s the point now that you’re already head deep in?
You stare at him and he awaits, a smile on his face, and for a moment you have to question whether he really belongs to a mafia or not once again. Who in their right minds would care so much about someone else calling them by their names?
Them, apparently.
“...” You hold your breath, steel yourself, and then open your mouth. “..Jungkook.”
The maknae’s grin is one of the brightest you have ever seen them to be. There is a slight pink of his cheeks, one you’ve come to know as blush. Humans do this when they’re shy or embarrassed or really, really happy.
Jungkook often blushes around you, you come to realize.
How cute.
“Jungkook,” you say again, liking the way it rolls on your tongue, and Jungkook chuckles.
“Hey, don’t forget about us,” you hear a grumble.
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Omg pleaseee (if you can of course hehe) continue prompt 204 it’s so freaking good
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Warnings: claustrophobia, bones being broken, swearing
Hero crawled through the vents.
Again.
She had her eyes shut and was moving as fast as she could. She felt a vent at her fingertips. She opened her eyes and looked all the way down at Sidekick.
Sidekick was lounging on his chair drinking his fifth soda and laughing at his phone.
"Finally found someone who wants to go on a date with you yet asshole?" She yelled through the grate.
Sidekick rolled his eyes and took a sip from his drink. "Ready to give up yet princess?"
Hero scoffed and kicked out the grate. She wiggled out of it and landed on top of the vents below her.
Sidekick stood fast.
She leaned back on her hands and shrugged. "Nah, I think I'll sit up here for a while. I actually don't mind this punishment."
He started walking towards the vents.
"Good luck." She sang. "Pretty sure I can out run you."
He stepped back and glared at her. "Get down. Now."
She smiled down at him. "Make me."
"You bitch. Why can't you just..."
"Conform to the rules?" She spit back. "Become a robot in this fucked up group." She stood. "Get sent on missions to steal, murder and cause terror and havoc. So Villain can become richer and more powerful?" She crossed her arms and looked down at him. "I would rather die."
"Bitch." Sidekick yelled. "Get down from there."
Hero sat down. "No. I think I'm going to live up here. You can't control me. I don't have to do anything. I can just wait out my contract and then I can leave."
Sidekick laughed as the door opened. "Number one you would die because you don't have food. Number two you actually aren't holding up your end of the contract. And number three..."
Someone walked into the room.
"We have people here that can help solve these problems."
The person standing next to Sidekick disappeared and appeared next to Hero.
She squealed and stood fast. She recognized them. The resident teleporter. The asshole that was everywhere and was always called to set people right.
She ran across the vent and found the one she had crawled out of and jumped into it scrambling back inside.
Well tried.
Teleporter grabbed her ankle and started pulling her back.
She kicked at them and held onto the vent for dear life.
"Come on Hero. You're just making this harder for yourself." They said pulling on her ankle again.
She scoffed and kicked out again.
Teleporter laughed and grabbed her other ankle pulling her out of the vent in one swift movement.
She squealed as Teleporter caught her. "You never could get away from me."
They smiled down at her and teleported back to Sidekick's side.
Hero scowled at both of them. "Assholes. Both of you. Why can't you just leave me alone?"
Telporter dropped her to the floor and shrugged. "I just do what I'm told."
Hero threw back her head and collapsed to the ground.
Sidekick grabbed her arm and bent over her. "Now why would I do such a thing?"
He pulled her to her feet. "It's my job I'm just going to keep doing what I need to to get you in line."
Hero pushed him back and flipped him off with her free hand.
Sidekick grabbed her wrist tightly. He pulled her close and looked at Teleporter.
"You can go." He said through clenched teeth.
Teleporter nodded and disappeared.
His gaze dropped to hers. "You don't get to treat me like this. I am your mentor. I don't care if you want that. I don't care if you hate me. I don't care about you."
He tightened his grip on her wrist. She let out a small whimper.
"The only thing I care about is making Villain happy. He wants you to be, as you so kindly put it, a robot in this fucked up group."
She glared at him and pulled against his grip.
"If that's your plan, then I am going to do everything to make it harder." She said with fire behind her eyes. "They already tried for 9 months and nothing happened. What could you possibly do in 3?"
Sidekick took a deep breath. "I won't believe you when you pretend to be following the rules. And..."
He bent her wrist back until there was a snap.
Hero screamed and pulled against Sidekick.
He let go of her and she fell to her knees cradling her wrist.
He crouched in front of her. "I'm not afraid to hurt you. The others were because Villain, for some unknown reason, wants you to be on his team."
He grabbed her chin and pulled it up until their eyes met.
"He wants me to do anything and everything to get you on that team. Even if that includes breaking a few bones."
She glared at him through tears. "If you think that's going to change anything, you're crazy."
Sidekick smiled and pulled her to her feet. "It's worth a try."
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is nnoitra a fan favorite?? hes certainly my favorite! could i request #58 with nnoirltra? maybe with the reader using their fingers on him to make him feel good because he deserves it? i feel like he would have to build up so much trust to even be intimate with someone, and then even MORE trust to let them take control like that.
58 for Nnoitra? With reader paying attention to both of his parts and eating him out?
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58. “No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.”
Lying back for you feels oddly vulnerable. Even though Nnoitra knows you couldn’t hurt him if you tried, the presence of someone else so close sets his nerves on edge. He doesn’t like having anything in his space.
And yet, with your warm palms resting on his hips, he can’t quite bring himself to make it end. You’re careful. You’re gentle. You treat him like he deserves the softness— and don’t back off no matter how much Nnotra claims to hate it. You’re not afraid of him, and that’s the worst part.
“Can I touch you?” you ask, again, irritatingly soft.
“Do what you want,” is Nnoitra’s less-than-eager response. Still, you take it as enough permission to start; to push his thighs open and stare.
You wrap your hand around his dick for a few slow, indulgent strokes. Nnoitra bites the inside of his mouth until he tastes blood to hold back the gasp that threatens to escape him at the touch. You’ve done this part before, but it always feels like a lot. What’s coming next is going to be much harder to put up with, though— and Nnoitra twitches when you lean in.
The first brush of your tongue against the space just beneath his balls sends a shock through him. It’s warm and weird, and his fingers curl in the annoyingly soft sheet underneath him. You insist on giving him nice things like that. Things like the surreal, too-sensitive drag of heat that’s next.
It takes a few careful passes, giving him time to adjust before you touch the place that’s actively uncomfortable. Nnoitra can’t place quite why, but the idea of anything near that opening makes him twitchy and tense.
But... it’s starting to feel good, and when your tongue finally reaches the cunt-like hole that he’s been avoiding for all this time, the sudden spark of sensation does force a gasp out of him. You pump his dick a couple more times and hum something that’s probably supposed to be soothing; the vibrations of your voice just make him yelp and try to jolt away.
In response, you grab his hip and hold him in place, and the shock of it somehow keeps him right there. No one else would dare to do that.
A second later, before Nnoitra has time to think, you’re licking deeper, inside of him, and the slick, wet heat of your tongue is good in a way that feels like he’s choking. He wants to twist, get out of your grasp, stop feeling so fucking vulnerable, but his body wants this even when he should hate it.
No one’s ever touched him like this, he thinks distantly. Hollows don’t do these things, and even if they did, who would have braved the Fifth Espada? But now there’s a human between his thighs, putting their mouth on the most sensitive parts of him while his Hierro is down, and Nnoitra doesn’t hate it anywhere near as much as he should.
It’s way too easy to just let himself feel.
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The Best Animated Series of 2022
2022. Another year of Animation has come and gone, and so it is now time to do the one thing that I do on this site: make my top 10 list. This year should be an interesting mix, since I am allowing myself to put adult animated shows on the list for the first time. But only if they are exceptional. While this definitely made making this list harder this year, due to more content, it wasn’t as bad a deluge as I feared.
Before we unveil the list, I also wanted to give a shout-out to the best thing that happened in 2022: the return of Gargoyles in comic form. From Dynamite Publishing, written by series creator Greg Weisman. Gargoyles is my favorite show of all time, it’s the reason I became enamored of Animation in the first place. So I highly encourage everyone to check the comics out, if you can.
And now for the list: Honorable Mentions: Green Eggs and Ham, Dragon Age Absolution, and Paranormal Park were all fantastic shows, I just thought that the following ten series were slightly better. But all three of these shows ALMOST made the list as I was working on it, so I thought they belonged here. And without further ado:
10) Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir
The French Action Adventure show about two superheroes in love with each other continues to go strong for it’s fourth and fifth seasons, which have included some of the best episodes of the show.
Available on: Netflix (S1-3) Disney+ (S4 & 5*)
9) Legend of Vox Machina
Man I wish someone would animate my D&D campaign.
Available on: Amazon Prime.
8) Kid Cosmic and the Global Heroes!
Craig McCracken’s amazing superhero show is the first one on this list that officially ended this year, and went out quite strong. I cried at the end of the series. Definitely worth a look.
Available on: Netflix
7) Tales of the Jedi
I’m not much of a Star Wars fan. It’s hard for me to even care outside of the Rebels series. But this anthology series was so good, I’d be remiss to exclude it from the list.
Available on: Disney+
6) The Dragon Prince: The Mystery of Aaravos
If I’m being honest, TDP was a bit weaker this season than previous showings. We’ve had a time skip and the characters are now all in different places, which made it a little harder to get back into a groove with them. But the story was still fantastic and I can’t wait to see how the next 4 seasons unfold.
5) The Owl House
Why are you not watching this show? You definitely SHOULD BE, it’s FANTASTIC. The top four-through-two shows on this list were, IMO all so good, it was impossible to objectively place them in any order, so I’m listing them by my favorites.
Available on: Disney+
4) Star Trek: Prodigy
This show taught me to love Star Trek again. Everything from the voice work, to the animation, to the story is an absolute treat. The easter eggs aren’t heavy handed, but will excite you trekkies when you see them, and the plot kept me fully excited and engaged all season long.
Available on: Paramount+
3) Amphibia
Another show we said goodbye to this year, the series finale had me in tears. I just love these characters so much. Everyone should watch this show, especially if they want something more from the property, and the defictionalized Marcy’s Journal hinted at some interesting future possibilities...
Available on: Disney+
2) Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous
Another show that we said goodbye to this year, Season 5 was an excellent close to the series, especially following the slightly weaker season 4. The epilogue hinted at the possibility for further hijinks with these characters, and I hope we get them. This is my favorite entry in a Movie Franchise that I already love.
Available on: Netflix
1) Young Justice Phantoms
WOO-HOO! It’s here! It’s finally here. I can finally actually put the show I actually thought was the best of the year on my actual list, instead of just being an “Honorable Mention” like in past years. This season was an incredible well written roller coaster of character and story arcs, that kept my attention and interest from beginning to end. I cannot emphasize how good this show. There was never any question where it was going to fall on my list, unlike the rest of the shows on here. It was always going to be #1 because it was the best. Watch it on HBOMAX while you still can, because given what has been happening over there lately, who who knows how long that will be.
Available on: HBOMAX, for now.
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