#but you would already know the content so it just defeats the purpose

[wonderlandwalker]

Cherished Moments | Finnick Odair x Reader

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Summary: Finnick is trying to get you to relax and, well, it works maybe a bit too much.

Content Warnings/Tags: Mostly fluff, small injury, lovesick Finnick, grumpy!reader x sunshine!Finnick, insinuations of violence, no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.2k

Requested by Anon: I love your writing!!! What do you think a grumpy reader × sunshine finnick would be like? Love the back cat gf golden retriever bf trope haha and I feel like finnick would be obsessed with someone who was mean to everyone BUT him! Feel free to ignore if you don't feel inspired, I'll read everything you write anyway!!

A/N: Can someone pls let me know if they actually manage to find the request after I've posted them I have no clue if these are getting through. Ngl this one was a struggle for me but once I found the right idea it came pouring out. Do they even have darts in the Hunger Games universe? Well, they do now. Keep sending me requests I genuinely love doing them!!

“Come on, I know you can do it! I’ve seen you throw knives, this is pretty much the same thing, only smaller.” Finnick was trying to encourage you, but you weren’t easy to win over. 

“I’m telling you, I can’t. This is just different. The darts are so much smaller and lighter, it throws me off balance.” You were at a party in District 13, well, calling it a party would be generous. 

“Just try. I’ll help you come on. I promise it’ll be fun.” He couldn't hide his smile at your antics, but he also knew if anyone was able to convince you, it was him.

“Fine, but if something goes wrong it's on you.” You looked him in the eyes, and could see a spark of light inside them, and you wouldn't admit it, not with all the other people in the room, but it warmed your heart a little.

“It’ll be fine, what’s the worst that could happen” He asked you, and you almost scoffed at the question.

“I could hit someone, and then everyone will hate me even more than they already do”

“They don't hate you, they just don't know you the way I do.” Whenever someone would ask him what he saw in you, he would always be dumbfounded. Sure, you had a hard exterior, but when someone has gone through as much in their life as you did, were you really to blame? No, he didn't understand the question, because, to him, you were perfect. Whether you were sulking at breakfast for having to leave the bed or smiling at him because they were serving your favourite dish for dinner, he would take anything you gave him. 

“Are you telling me that you, the victor of the 70th Hunger Games, are afraid of hurting someone with a tiny dart?” He was challenging you, and it was working.

“I'm not afraid, I just don't want anything to go wrong.” The way your voice softened around him made his heart beat faster for you and sometimes, he swore you knew and were doing it on purpose.

“You won’t, just throw it straight into the board.”

Finnick is standing behind you, grinning like he’s just won some sort of lottery while he guides your arm up for you, you can feel his breath on your neck before he whispers “Come on love, do it for me.” You’ve never been able to deny him, to your own annoyance at times, so you do as he says.

The dart flies through the air, and it doesn't hit the board, but it comes relatively close. So you throw a second dart and it hits the board, but you don’t manage to score any points just yet. As you throw another one, it manages to hit the board, but only for a little while before it falls to the floor. You throw your hands up in defeat before saying “See, told you I couldn't do it.” But Finnick hasn't given up, in you, he would never give up.

“That’s nonsense, you just have to try again, be patient.” He walks over to collect your darts and hands them back to you. He steps behind you again, guiding you into the right position before speaking.

“Just close your eyes, imagine you’re throwing them at Snow.” It makes you laugh and he can feel your muscles relax. He would always feel so proud of himself when he made you laugh, he didn't mind that you don't do it often, it would only feel like so much more of an achievement.

You do as he says, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath right before you throw the dart, hitting it right in the bullseye. You throw another, hitting the bullseye again. But you miss the board with the next one when Finnick leaves a small kiss on your shoulder, and your breath hitches. You can feel his body moving from behind you, and focus to throw another dart. It’s only when you hear an exclamation of pain coming from right in front of you that you snap open your eyes, you would recognize it anywhere. In front of you was Finnick, standing right next to the board with one of his hands clutched in the other, and when you take a closer look, you can see the dart that is stuck in the back of Finnick's hand.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry are you okay.” He would never tell you this, but he doesn't even mind that it happened, seeing you being sweet on him so openly, it makes him forget anything even happened in the first place.

“I'm fine sweetheart.” there is a strain in his voice, and he knows you can hear it too from the way your brows furrow in regret. You knew he wasn't trying to be tough for you, no, you had moved past that years ago. he was trying to not make you worry, it was something he would always do no matter how much pain he was in. But you were worried, because in contrast to all those other times, this time it was your fault that he was hurt. It never phased you much when someone would get shot, it never phased you much as you heard the canons each night in the arena signalling another death, not in the way it phased other people, but this, this broke you.

“Finnick you are not fine, there is a fucking dart inside your hand and it's my fault.”

“Well, most people don’t throw a fourth dart sweetheart." He says, and he chuckles a little, but you don't hear it in your state of worry.

“I am so sorry I-” You were choking up over your guilt, and while he loved getting to see your raw emotions, this one he didn't enjoy.

“Hey, no, I'm sorry too, don't get yourself worked up over this. It's just a dart, I will be fine. Why don’t you go get me a first aid kit?” He really was fine, and he could have gotten it himself, but he knew how much you would get in your own head when you didn't have anything to do in these kinds of situations. 

Once you come back and help patch him up, he looks up at you and you catch his gaze. A smile crosses his face in a way he knows his cheeks are going to hurt.

“Why are you smiling” you ask, confused at his glee in a situation like this.

“Because I know you care about me. You don’t always show it, and you don’t have to, because moments like these I’ll cherish forever.” His eyes are sparkling as he looks into yours, he swears he could just stand here and look at you for the rest of his life. 

“Oh, would you shut up already” you tell him while swatting his hand away from your face and rolling your eyes.

“You can’t tell me to shut up, you threw a dart into my hand.” He’s still grinning like an idiot, and it's infecting you. One of the corners of your mouth lifts up, and it's subtle, but he catches it, how could he not with how intently he is watching you. You’re back to your old dynamic, but he loves it just as much.

#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x y/n #finnick odair x you #finnick x you #finnick x reader #finnick x y/n #finnick fluff #finnick angst #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair fanfiction #finnick odair fanfic #the hunger games #thg #fluff #angst #the hunger games fluff #finnick fanfic #finnick imagine #thg finnick #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

[i-starcreamed]

Y/N: FIGHT ME!

Scrouge: How foolhearty... and facinating

Y/N: I- I don't- MIRAGE HELP I THINK HE'S FLIRTING WITH ME

Love it when villains find at least one (1) human cute and flirt worthy

🦂

ROTB SCOURGE X READER

Omg thank you 🦂 anon, im just like you and you’re just like me. MORE SCOURGE CONTENT!! While this wasn’t a request it gave me ideas :3

Unedited and also written on mobile…also look at this gif they scourge hot and wet on purpose

[ human!gn reader

Summary: As the request states, Scourge flirts with you. Big bad robot villain likes littol human

You might’ve secretly followed Mirage when he went over to distract Scourge while the others went on and save the world, no way in hell you were allowing an alien to destroy your planet. No way you were letting Mirage, you’re new friend, fight him alone. You started to rethink your decision when you were running across the platform, no weapon in hand to fight 20+ feet robot aliens and explosions going off everywhere. Then again, you were determined to fight along side your new robot alien friend to defeat the other…robot alien fiend. Aliens really need to find another planet to make a pit stop at, dont they?

You grunt as you pick up a piece of debris from the ground, it’s about the size of your head and could do as much damage as a splinter to Scourge. Who cares, you’d rather it be annoying than harmless

Scourge knocks Mirage back and you take this as an opportunity.

“Y/N stay back!” He reaches out but its too late, you’re already yelling and sprinting towards Scrourge, your piece of metal in your hand and waving it around like a crazy person.

“FIGHT MEE!” The piece of debris goes flying towards Scourge, only for it to hit his leg with a clank and deflect back into the floor. You freeze in your tracks, fuck. You’re out of breath and your little plan didnt work.

Scourge doesn’t squish you, he barely retains a laugh. Evil guys dont laugh, they cackle menacingly when revealing their evil plan to you. But this? This was…amusing to him.

“Did you really think that would work? How foolhardy, how stupid, how…fascinating”

He towers above you even as he leans down to..examine you? The proximity of his frame to your face is so close, your face was burning. You didn’t know if it was the fire and lava around you or just pure embarrassment.

“Uh, i don’t-“ Was he…flirting with you? You stood frozen even as his metal hand rose up, inching towards you. Do you run, freeze, or attack with your bare fists? Realistically your fists would be useless against his frame, you would be more in pain than he would. Even if you wanted to run, those eyes of his kept you in place. Such an intense orange gaze, who could look away from that? Scourge was getting distracted, he could easily snatch you up and complete his mission, but he couldn’t help but revel in your gaze of extreme awe and fear. He was rudely interrupted when Mirage started shooting again

You too snapped out of your thoughts and took a few steps back before sprinting back behind Mirage. “Mirage, was he fucking flirting with me?!” You yell over the sound of their blasters. You hid behind a small structure as the fight continued, not without noticing the way he occasionally glanced at you before attacking Mirage. You couldn’t tell if he was showing off or not

…was he seriously showing off for you?

#transformers #transformers x reader #scourge #scourge x reader #rotb scourge #rotb scourge x reader #rotb x reader #maccadam #gn reader #human reader #tf x reader

[bloodreddemons]

Hazbin Hotel Episode 7-8 (Finale) Hot Takes ~

I personally loved a lot of the Charlastor content in the beginning. So cute.

The deal Alastor purposed to Charlie was also very predictable. We already knew they were going to eventually make a deal but that deal in particular was just very predictable.

I think everyone knows this already but that "one little favor" that Alastor is going to ask of her is going to bite her in the ass. We don't know what he's going to ask but it's definitely gonna come back to haunt her.

She may even make a deal with him again possibly in the future, who knows.

I'm surprised Vaggie didn't know Angel's could be harmed or killed. Its weird that she also didn't know how to fight against one.

Rosie is a real gem and a wayyyyy better friend than Mimzy fucking is.

I love Carmilla & Vaggie's dynamic. I think they both are very much the same personality wise. I definitely can see Carmilla as a mother figure to her or at least a teacher to her, which she pretty much is.

To follow up, I loved Carmilla training Vaggie and helping her get her wings back. Out For Love was also really really good. I liked it a lot.

Never thought I'd hear Alastor call someone an old bitch but it was everything.

I knew Charlie was gonna forgive Vaggie regardless of anything but I love Auntie Rosie.

I didn't really like "Ready For This". I wish I did like it. Especially since it had Charlie, Alastor, & Rosie in it. Idk I liked Out For Love more.

Vox's commentary was funny asf but he's also such a hater. Not even a low-key one lmao.

The post-fight celebration and speech was actually very sweet. Although I wish there was more time and episodes that we could have seen more of the characters bond. I also wish there were more opportunities where we got to know them better.

I really thought Angel & Husk were gonna fuck this episode.

I wasn't expecting for Sir Pentious to say "I love you" to Cherri Bomb so soon and I also didn't need to know he had 2 dicks.

"More Than Anything" Chaggie version was pretty sweet. It'd be cool if there was a longer version idk if there is. They also kissed which was nice.

Adam & Lute are funny asf. Especially Adam. They may be horrible people but I just can't get over how funny they are. Even when they're about to massacre Charlie's people. Lol.

I wasn't expecting the war to be kinda epic. The shield that Alastor put up over the hotel kinda reminded me of the last Harry Potter. When they all put a shield around Hogwart's to protect everyone from the death eaters and voldemort.

Adam might just be the funniest character in this series dead or alive. Heaven or Hell.

It pisses me off how Charlie barely does anything in the fight. Like, this is her people and her fucking hotel as she keeps saying... yet everybody else but her is fighting. Wtf? Girl yo ass should be in Sloth.

I love Alastor & Adam's dynamic, their first impression of eachother is so hilarious. The fight between them was also very entertaining. I was really curious to see who would win.

I was actually kinda surprised that Alastor was defeated so easily. I honestly thought he was stronger than that, but tbh Adam is very powerful he's the fucking first man, extermination commander, and he already single handedly broke Alastor's shield.

People have pointed out Alastor's "normal" voice when his mic/staff breaks, because it's his voice without the radio filter. Imma be honest I wasn't that shocked at all, he just sounds the same to me, the radio filter just adds a cool effect.

Charlie really could have got tf up there and helped Alastor out. Idk if she thought he could handle himself or what but fuck.

SIR PENTIOUS KISSING CHERRI WAS AMAZING. WE WON. But then he "died"...

To follow up that sacrifice was anticlimactic at the same time. Mostly because of the way Adam just effortlessly zapped him out of existence.

I'm so disappointed in the "Charlie finally snaps" bit. I was literally dying to see this part in the series, where Charlie finally loses her shit and stands up for herself or whatevever....but it ended up being extremely disappointing and yet again, anticlimactic.

Charlie's transformation along with Razzle & Dazzle was kindaaa cool, however...her getting her ass kicked within like 0.3 fucking seconds was not. It was embarrassing for a demon of her status. I can understand Alastor, but seriously Charlie? You can't beat him? The clownery.

I loved the Vaggie & Lute fight. Let my girl Vaggie finally get her ones. Lute needs her ass beat disrespectfully for what she did.

Although...Lute was winning that fight, she was still holding her own and getting more hits in. I don't even think Carmilla's teaching's were working. Lmao damn. That bitch is fucking scrappy.

Vaggie should have just ended Lute. I know she's too good for that, but she really should have just killed that bitch. She left you for dead you should have just killed her.

Charlie stabbing Adam and standing her ground was badass, but that was kinda it. She still ends up almost getting choked out. Lame.

Charlie just isn't that powerful. 😒 Or at least as she's supposed to be. Maybe it's still not really shown to us, but so far she just isn't that threatening at all. Very disappointing.

Lucifer coming in kinda pissed me off. I wish Charlie could have actually handled everything herself without her dad having to come in and help her. I just feel like it'd be more impactful for her and her character.

Adam x Lucifer actually does seem kinda hot....just me???

Their fight was very entertaining despite already knowing who would come out on top. Hehe.

"All of Mankind came from these fucking nutts" is pure poetry.

Nifty is a menace and I have been saying it since the very beginning. If anyone should be running shit it should be her. Alastor is so feared but it should be herrrr.

I didn't like "The Show Must Go On" as a song but it was sweet in the sense that it was about Charlie and her found family helping her rebuild her hotel and still have the determination to keep going. Also it helps lead off into Season 2.

I'm fucking itching to know what deal is bothering Alastor and who he made it with. It's becoming more likely that it's with Lilith & that's who owns him.

I think it's obvious the deal possibly involve's Alastor to watch over or protect Charlie. Alastor is becoming bothered by having to do this because he literally almost fucking died.

I'm really worried about what Alastor is going to do when he's finally free and under no restraints from who controls him. I know Viv said Alastor isn't an antagonist but she could've just been keeping it a secret.

Alastor really might be a secret antagonist. He'll just be that surprise villain in the end that kinda comes out of nowhere but you still knew it was coming. I wouldn't trust him especially with what he said. Him pulling the strings can't be good.

I can't believe Sir Pentious got redeemed before Angel Dust, but still good for him! I'm so happy he got redeemed he truly is good and deserves it.

I was pissed asf when I saw Lilith in Heaven. Your daughter has been in HELL fucking struggling, while you've been sitting comfy up in heaven, the same place that is fucking YOUR people up!!! Helloooo??

My theory is that Lilith is Eve in disguise. I wholeheartedly believe that because something just feels off?? Y'all feel that too??? Lilith making a deal with Adam? Chilling up in Heaven? NAH MAN.

I also think it could be Eve who owns Alastor and that he knows of her being disguised as Eve, and is in Heaven. Like he's kinda in on it, but more so by force.

#hazbin hotel #vivienne medrano #vivziepop #hazbin alastor #hazbin charlie #alastor #hazbin vaggie #charlastor #angel dust #chaggie #husker hazbin hotel #husk x angel dust #hazbin angel dust #sir pentious #sir pentious hazbin hotel #angel dust hazbin hotel #nifty hazbin hotel #nifty #charlie x vaggie #vaggie x charlie #vaggie #charlie morningstar

[writing-house-of-m]

Playing Games & Mischief

Leigh Shaw x GN!Reader

Summary: Leigh's sleep talking has you wondering what she could have been dreaming about

A/N: I only got this request when I asked for some ideas last week, which I'm actually grateful for lol Here you go anon, I hope you like it. It is very cute in my opinion 😌 but let me know what you all think!

You have been wanting to see Leigh all day, she was already gone when you woke up this morning. There has been something you wanted to ask her since you woke up in the middle of the night last night. 

Something you think will embarrass Leigh which means you have to mention it for your own entertainment. 

The sound of the front door opening and the rustling of bags indicate Leigh is finally home. ‘Finally!’ You think. You have had to wait for her all day (a few hours). 

Sneaking into the kitchen you quietly walk up behind Leigh and wrap your arms around her, your voice is low when you speak. "Hello wife," you say, pressing a kiss on Leigh's neck. 

You don't think you will ever tire of saying that - 'wife'. 

Leigh greets you back and when you look up to see the full grocery bags she turns her head to peck you on the cheek. She busies herself with emptying the contents of said bags. 

After you place another peck on Leigh's shoulder you pull away giving her some space to continue with what she is doing. 

You stand by her side leaning against the counter and crossing your arms over your chest.

"Mrs Leigh Shaw, my love, my wife, the eternal light of my life." Leigh raises an eyebrow at your antics wondering where this is going to go. “I have a question for you.” 

You don't wait for a response and continue, "Does 'You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them' sound familiar to you?" You ask. 

Leigh squints her eyes at you confused. 

To clarify, you add sweetly, "What were you dreaming about last night, love?" While grinning. 

It's quick, and if you were anyone else they would not have seen it. There is the briefest look of realisation on your wife's face before she schools her features once more. 

And even though you know she knows you can catch her in a lie, she still chooses to withhold the truth from you. 

"I don't know what you're talking about, babe." Leigh grins back then turns around to walk to one of the cabinets to put some cans of food away. Purposely looking away from you because she doesn't want you to see the sheepish look on her face. 

Oh, she wants to play. Time for a little fun. 

"Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie,” your grin widens as you raise an eyebrow. 

Leigh makes her way back to stand next to you seemingly unaffected. 

Being with Leigh for so long means you know all the right buttons to press. So the tone of voice you use is one you know will get a reaction out of her. 

You lean in close, one hand leaning against the counter, the other going to the small of Leigh's back while you speak low, “You know, I know when you're lying. Why must we play these games, Mrs Shaw?” 

Leigh glances over at you from the corner of her eye then sighs, resting her hands on the flat surface in what you think is defeat. 

You're so close to her now you can practically feel the effect you have on her especially with your voice teasing Leigh right by her ear, "Tell me love, what was it you were dreaming about?" 

Leigh turns her head to you, your lips inches apart. You twitch your eyebrow while biting your bottom lip ready for Leigh to fall victim to your charm. 

What you don't expect is for Leigh to reverse the roles. 

"What if I say I was dreaming about you?" It's Leigh's turn to raise her eyebrows and bite her lip. 

"I had you in the palm of my hand,” she narrates sultrily, hand on your chest to push you so that your back is pressed against the edge of the counter. “And you just wanted to," Leigh's hand slowly makes its way up your bicep,"touch me." She finishes as her hands glide up your neck and rest there.

Goosebumps flair on your skin as you sigh, affected by how close she is, her breath brushing your lips. Your eyelids droop as she takes hold of your stings and plays you like a puppet. 

This is not going how you thought it would. 

"Then what happened," you whisper. You're surprised you even get the words out with the way her fingers play with the hairs at the nape of your neck.

"And then," she pushes her body, if possible, even closer to yours. Her soft edges mould perfectly to you while your arms catch up to the instructions your brain is sending out to wrap around her waist. You feel heat radiating from your cheeks and the tips of your ears when she brushes her nose against yours. 

When she leans in, “And then…” you blink slowly waiting for the gap to close. But Leigh pulls away, "And then I woke up!" She slaps your cheek twice then heads out of the kitchen, leaving you standing there in a dumbfounded mess. 

"You can finish with the groceries, I'm going to go shower," Leigh says, her voice bright. She pauses at the doorway to look over her shoulder at you. You, with your wide eyed, mouth agape look of despair, "love." Then proceeds to walk away. 

You rub the back of your neck while you scrunch your eyebrows together, "What just happened?" You sigh to yourself, looking at the items that still need to be put away. Your brain then slowly catches up with the fact you had just been played. 

Freezing for a second, it hits you. What she instructed. And where she is going. 

You scoff as a smirk takes over your face and before you know it you're racing off in the direction your wife just went, "Leigh Shaw, you're going to regret that!" 

When Leigh hears your footsteps closing in on her she tries to run away but you are too quick for her. Leigh shrieks when your arms wrap around her, capturing her like prey. 

You both fall into a fit of laughter stopping a few feet from the bathroom. Turning Leigh around in your arms, she buries her face in your neck to avoid looking at you, playing coy. 

"Nuh uh, let me see those pretty eyes, baby," you say, using your hand to guide her face away from its hiding place. 

When her green eyes meet yours your smile is automatic. You swear you see them sparkle with how much they seem to be shining at this moment. The sparkle you initially think is admiration turns out to be mischief. 

She raises an eyebrow, "So, how exactly am I going to regret my actions?" Leigh asks cheekily. 

"Let's just say, 'You did some bad things, but I'm going to be the worst one of them'." You mock Leigh with her own words from last night, making yourself chuckle. 

In response Leigh rolls her eyes, pushing your shoulder. 

Shortly after, the mischievous look takes over her face once again, "I want to know how you're going to punish me." 

That damn lip bite is going to be the death of you, but this time you are not going to let her win. 

You lift her up with ease and lean in close, your lips barely grazing hers to say, "Oh, I have a few ideas," before closing the gap between you and making your way to the bathroom. 

#leigh shaw #leigh x reader #leigh shaw x reader #leigh shaw x you #leigh shaw x y/n #leigh shaw fanfic #leigh shaw imagine #leigh shaw fluff #leigh shaw x reader fluff #fluff #elizabeth olsen fluff #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x y/n #elizabeth olsen fanfic #elizabeth olsen imagine #sorry for your loss #sfyl #self insert fanfiction #reader insert #fic #playing games and mischief tag

[wttcsms]

something’s got to give ; john price

pairing john price x f!reader  word count 2.9k  synopsis a relationship bound to fail from the start. content contains creampie, slight breeding kink, age gap (reader is ~21/price is mid30s), slight angst, hurt/no comfort

Ruination is the act of ruining someone.

Ruination is the smell of cigar smoke clinging to his jacket, the same one that he wrapped around your shoulders a year ago when you were shivering in the rain after your father’s funeral. Ruination is him offering you the spare bedroom in his safe house; he’s barely there, anyway, so you can feel free to take care of things when he’s away. Ruination is how sometimes he comes back from missions with a defeated slump in his shoulders and a new scar, and suddenly you find yourself wanting to pay him back for his kindness.

Ruination is John Price.

John ruins you, and you think you do the same to him, but neither of you dare to admit this truth out loud. Instead, the two of you continue to play house together because the other truth of the matter is the fact that within the comfort of these four walls, it’s practically reality.

You cook for him and keep the house clean; you wash the blood off his uniform and keep his bed warm. In return, he strips you of your clothes and him, his morals, and he fucks you so good, maybe it’s making love.

The house the two of you accidentally make a home is located in a quiet neighborhood in the suburbs. Each house is surrounded by a white picket fence and the laughter of children and happily married couples. Rarely do the neighbors ever see you and John together, and as you grip the sheets underneath you, you angle your head to realize he left the blinds open.

It’s the middle of the night because John refuses to come home earlier than seven in the evening, even though sometimes you know he can make it home earlier. You have a sneaking suspicion that the reason behind his nighttime arrivals has to do with the fact that the sordidness of you and him is easier to swallow with the night shielding you both from any scrutiny.

There’s a sick pleasure you get out of having the blinds to the bedroom open. You know that he must have left them like that on purpose because careful, cautious Captain Price would never make such a careless mistake. There’s a different sort of pleasure that you would much rather focus on right now, though, and it’s the kind that derives from having John forcing you to stay down as he repeatedly thrusts into your sopping wet heat.

He fucks the shape of himself into you every night he comes home; it’s no wonder why you feel like a part of him is with you, even when he’s gone, even when he’s in an entirely different continent.

One of his large hands is pressing down on the small of your back, the other gripping one side of your hips as he continues to ram into you like he owns you. (For the most part, it feels like he already does, but you don’t tell him and he pretends not to know how you feel.)

“Missed you, sweetheart.” He grunts out, and you know he must mean it because no man’s dick has ever been harder than one who’s spent weeks pent up and daydreaming about the pretty little thing waiting up for him at home.

Your face is pressed down in the sheets, and you’re already struggling to breathe because you’re no match for his insane stamina nor is conversation possible when he’s balls deep and leaving you gasping for air and for more. Words don’t need to be exchanged, though, because he can tell you missed him just as much. Why else would you be so wet that you’ve left a tiny puddle of your juices on the sheets? The feeling of your tight heat enveloping his cock, the way your slick makes the inside of your thighs shine in the moonlight, the constant wet smacks of him colliding against you — all of it proves how empty you were feeling with him gone. Poor girl.

At least he’s here now to make you feel whole again.

And you do. You feel so complete every time he thrusts into you, cock hitting you in all the pleasure points you didn’t even know existed. You whine out for him, every sound you make muffled by the sheets but he hears you, sweetheart, loud and clear. He knows you so well. He knows the feel of your walls spasming, tightening up on him, suffocating his cock and making him exert himself some more just so he can continue properly thrusting into you. You’re acting as if you don’t ever want him to leave, and as you come crashing down, crying and sobbing into the mattress as your orgasm leaves you too sensitive, John only quickens his ministrations.

He fucks you face down, ass up. It helps him hit you deeper, reach those spots that make you sing and sob so prettily for him, but really, it helps in making things less personal. If you were really his lover, truly someone important to him, he would fuck you in missionary. He would take things soft and slow for you, wring out so many orgasms because bringing you pleasure brings him pleasure, and he’d kiss you on the lips as he finishes inside of you.

The only thing he does that he wants to do is the finishing inside of you part.

He knows it’s a dangerous game. He knows the constant charges for emergency contraceptives must have his credit card company raising an eyebrow. He also knows that you love the feeling of warm cum in your pussy and the danger of his seed taking root.

He’s always on the frontlines of danger; for men like him, there is no difference between a safe house and a battlefield.

That is to say, love and war really is the same concept to him, and he treats it as such.

“Sometimes I think this house is haunted,” you tell him the morning after. Lately, John has been prolonging his stays, even daring to stay for breakfast and sometimes, when he’s feeling bolder and more selfish, he’ll even stick around for lunch.  

He sips his tea, before humoring you and asking, “You saw a ghost?” What he actually means is, he’s seen far too many ghosts of fallen comrades that linger by his side when he’s fighting, and he can never tell if they’re there for support or to haunt him. The last thing he needs is more phantoms shadowing him in the comfort of this makeshift home. At this point, it feels like he’s never leaving the battlefield.

“It just makes weird noises at night when I’m alone.” You pout at him, showing your age. You were barely nineteen when your father died — the bullet marked with Pierce’s name ended up lodged in your father’s heart instead — and so maybe John taking you in was done out of pity and a sense of duty. It has since, in the last two years, spiraled into a sick sort of infidelity. He walks around toting a gun, acting as if he has the moral high ground every time he kicks an enemy into the dirt, yet he has the audacity to come back here to cheat on his code of conduct and do the most depraved things to a young woman nearly a decade his junior.

“Well, you’re not going to be alone for a while, sweetheart.”

And he leaves it at that in favor of bending you over the kitchen counter and making you cum twice before breakfast. Because your back is to him, he can’t see the blissed out smile on your face, happiness from the feel of his cum trickling down your thighs and the fact that he’s staying for once.

Falling for John might be the dumbest thing you’ve ever decided to do, but in your defense, it was never your original plan to begin with. Besides, you’re nearly twenty-two now, and your dad is dead, and you think you deserve a little grace and some room to make stupid decisions.

The truth is, you already knew moving in with John would ultimately leave you here (staying up every night, wishing for a man who simply can’t stay, even if he lies to you and himself when he says he’s trying to). Your dad has been buried long enough for him to be nothing but bones and a good memory, and you’ve been playing dumb for far too long.

There’s a thrill to being his little secret. A sick sense of pride that flutters in your tummy and your heart every time you know that he’s avoiding sharing you with his team. And it shouldn’t mean so much to you, but it does, because you don’t have a lot in the first place, so just simply taking space in someone else’s life automatically brings meaning into yours.

In his own way, you know he cares more than he wants you to know. You know that when you’re too exhausted to move your body after he’s fucked you so throughly, he tucks you into bed and makes sure you’re all nice and comfortable. He washes your body for you in the shower, running the soap over every centimeter of skin that’s exposed to him, handling you with such gentle care that there has to be love behind every motion. He cums in you.

That’s usually the only thing the two of you argue about.

In your young, pea-sized mind, having a baby with him is the key to solving all your problems. If you can’t be enough for him to stick around, maybe a child that takes after the both of you can help. It’s a sick line of thinking, and even you know that that reasoning for wanting a child is maybe the specific reason why he doesn’t want to have one with you. The fact of the matter is you’re hungering for a real life, one that isn’t just reduced to stolen moments in the middle of the night, and you think a family will give you the missing pieces you’re searching for. And John entertains the idea of having a baby with you, envisions a daughter with your bright eyes and kind smile, but he can’t bring it to reality because he’s certainly not the right man to build a family with.

“This is stupid,” you tell him, frowning at the pill in the palm of your hand. John is smart enough to watch you take down the Plan B; if he was smarter, he’d have the self-preservation to stop cumming inside you as if he wants to breed you, but he is a man, after all. He has his faults, and the trigger for them just unfortunately happens to be you.

John at least has the decency to pretend like his supervision of you taking the pill is just a coincidence rather than surveillance. Sometimes, it feels like this is what the entirety of your relationship with each other is: hiding behind flimsy lies and pretending that neither of you know the truth. If lying means staying together, though, it’s a price that both of you are far too willing to pay.

“What’s so stupid?”

“I don’t take birth control because I don’t want to, and you clearly don’t want to have a baby with me yet you keep fucking me like you do.” The bluntness of your words cut as sharp as a knife. It’s the most honest observation you two have ever shared together, and it’s this brutal honesty that catches him off guard.

He’s smart enough to read in between the lines, and he knows it’s a dig at him — that what you’re actually saying is that he’s stupid. You're right about that, at least.

He just makes a small noise from the back of his throat, and you don’t have anything else to say on the matter. Instead, you take the pill like the obedient girl you are, and you swallow it dry because you want the acrid taste of it to linger on your tongue and scratch against your throat. You want it to serve as a reminder and an unpleasant punishment for allowing yourself to be strung along by John (and for wanting to be strung along). Besides, you think to yourself, there are worse pills to swallow, like the bitter truth that this relationship between you and John isn’t going to last much longer.

John knows he’s down bad whenever Gaz has something to say about it. Gaz, who is a jokester by nature, but surprisingly more keen and observant than he would like to let on.

“Lady problems?” Gaz says, in that teasing manner of his that hides the fact that he notices his captain has been walking around with a heartbroken expression.

Gaz knows about you. Well, he has suspicions that you exist, and for him, that’s enough proof. His intuition is usually right, and judging by the look Price gives him, he knows he’s right.

“What makes you say that?” John should really be telling him to rest up because it’s been a long night, but he knows Gaz won’t listen, and he also knows that maybe he does need some help on figuring out whatever the fuck is going on with you two.

“You look like my dad every time mum makes him sleep on the couch.” The look Gaz is describing is a man in immense pain paired with a freshly-kicked puppy dog’s eyes and pout. John feels like he’s been banished to the proverbial couch; after the whole entire Plan B fiasco, you haven’t been speaking to him. The cold shoulder treatment has been a long time coming, but it hurts more than he expected.

“Whatever happened,” Gaz continues. “You should probably just apologize.”

Gaz doesn’t ask about you. He doesn’t even get confirmation that it really is lady problems that are troubling Price, but John thinks he’s losing his touch if both you and Gaz — two young people reckless enough to get caught up in Hurricane Price — are able to see through him so easily.

“It’s not that simple.” John tells him, and Gaz shrugs.

“It never is, sir.”

A small part of you gets off on ignoring John. It gives you a tiny semblance of power, as if you have some sort of control in this relationship of yours, but you know this reasoning and this feeling only stems from anger.

You’re angry that he hides you away, and angry that he feels like you’re something that needs to be a secret. You’re angry that you allow yourself to be treated like the other woman even when there is no woman for you to fight for his affections with, and you’re angry that you love him, even during the moments where you swear you’re going to leave him but never follow through.

The reason why his arrivals back home are always a surprise is because he doesn’t bother calling you when he’s on his way back, even though you know there’s a secure line for him to do so. You asked him, once, why he doesn’t let you know that he’s on the way — that he’s safe.

It’ll be too dangerous. Someone might tap the line and find you.

It’s a very smart answer. Sweet enough to make you swoon, convincing enough to save you both from the truth: he wants to keep a good enough distance between you two.

Love is never the answer, you decide. Every moral of the story is how love perseveres, how it saves all, how it’s the ultimate route to happily ever after.

Love is never looking each other in the eyes during sex because you know the truth of your feelings for each other will be exposed, and it’ll hurt, just like an open wound. Love is the way he smiles at you when he thinks you’re not looking, all soft and crooked, gentle and warm. It’s a side of him you don’t get often because he thinks his love is dangerous, and maybe he’s right about that. Love is the silence that stretches between the two of you when you ask him when he’s coming back, and he tells you he doesn’t know, and you’re okay because you think you can survive long enough with just the memory of him and his hands on you.

Love is a kind of warfare, and you’re tired of fighting.

In the end, something’s got to give. He supposes he deserves this. He really did mean to apologize, but he got sent out on a mission and the timing had never been right (when has it ever?), and it’s just the fact that life seems to wear him down the older he gets.

He knows something is wrong when he steps through the door and the house is cold. There’s an emptiness that makes fear fester in his gut, and he knows better than to call out for you because no matter what, every time he comes home, he knows you’re already waiting for him.

(That’s the type of love that can’t be forced, the type of love he’s spent too much time pretending he doesn’t need, doesn’t crave.)

The note you’ve left him says enough, even though he keeps rereading it over and over again, as if more lines will appear. He wants there to be a secret code hidden in the message, but you’ve made yourself clear:

John,

I can’t do this anymore. Please don’t come looking for me.

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[antidesire]

Touch starved leon 🫣

he is soooo ♡ afab!reader x sub!leon

on a more fluffy note,,

since he is your boyfriend you notice the signs when he is getting antsy, tout shoulders, leg bouncing, easily distracted and his hand will not let up on yours despite the sweat piled up on your palms.

he wants to get out of whatever setting or situation the two are in and just collapse on top of you, he needs to feel your fingers comb through every strand of his hair, needs to feel your nails raking from his neck, down to his bare back. he desperately wants to bury your face in your chest, just breathe you in, his head resting there to rise and fall with every breath you take. if you were ever such a sweetheart to offer him a massage oh my, he is melting into a puddle underneath you, with your legs squeezed tightly on either side of him and your butt perched on his lower back you could feel every involuntary shudder, breathy exhale and every muscle loosen, following up with firm kisses wherever your fingers touched.

on a less fluffy note,

when leon is really touch starved like when he is back from a mission that has taken everything out of him, poor baby he is sloppy, he's dazed and it's like his brain is lagging behind- it's kinda cute ♡

he isn't making much sense but you know his body better than he does, he's yours. "lemme take care of you, baby," you'd offer, your palm squeezing his cheek and he'd give you big doe eyes, and a little nod, already leaning back against the bedframe at the top of the bed where the two of you had been wrapped in each others limbs all day, he barely let you grab water without following you around like a lost puppy.

he would hold you soooo tightly towards him, into him, like you'd wither away if he didn't. you'd barely been able to shed off both of your clothes, his shirt was laying halfhazaerly on the pillows behind him, and yours was still on but scrunched up as his fingers grasped and squeezed your hips. you couldn't even get your panties off, just opting to push the fabric aside so you could sink yourself onto his cock.

he didn't let you bounce too wildly, oh no that would defeat the purpose of how close he wanted you, forced to swivel, sway, and ever so lightly lift your hips before sinking onto him, giving his arms reassuring squeezes and careless kisses which his lips could barely keep up with like he had gone dumb and couldn't do more than one thing, too busy whimpering the prettiest little sounds "p-pleasuhh-mmhmm." his noises would be so dragged out and broken, his eyes would be so lazy and lidded, lips swollen and glistening with your shared salvias.

baby boy would be so far gone you'd have to ground him with little tugs of his hair, eyes fluttering open to settle on you again, "touch me, please mmh!" he'd plead as though your hands weren't all over him already, as though you could barely lift your hips off of him, his cock already seeping pre cum into you, twitching inside you only for leon to further push his hips upwards against you, insatiable.

he wouldn't last long but who could blame him, just sitting your pretty warm pussy on him already had him heaving out, "stop, s-slow down.. ahhgnn." his fingers digging into your flesh.

so of course he came quickly, his hips were jolting, thighs trembling underneath you and you could feel him drooling as his head was buried against your neck. nothing but incoherent babble was leaving his lips but oh my did he sound gorgeous, sweet little "oh, oh" and hisses of ah!'s sobbed into your burning skin.

you wouldn't have the heart to tell him you didn't cum and in all honesty, it wasn't even important in the moment nor would he understand your words as the moment with how he was already trying not to doze off, you felt sooo satisfied seeing him come undone like this, seeing him so content, warm cheeks and gentle squeezes to your waist so he could bring himself back to reality, it was so comforting :((

best believe you are cockwarming him for the rest of the night too ♡

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[neteyamsoare]

Sweet Deal.

༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Human! Ao’nung x Fem! Human! Reader.

༉‧₊˚. Request From [@inlovewithpandora]. Ao’nung found yet another scary movie to watch and he knows reader doesn’t like scary movies but he picks them because he loves when she gets scared and gets all over him — reader "where do you find these things?!" After she sees the movie he selects — Aonung "burying your face in my neck kind of defeats the purpose of having the movie on, don't you think?" When the first scary part comes — Ao’nung "you get to curl up in my lap, and I get to watch a cinematic masterpiece in peace and quiet. I think this is a pretty sweet deal." When reader just gets so scared she climbs onto his lap and lays into his embrace. From Fluff - Movie prompts.

༉‧₊˚. Summary. Ao’nung chooses a horror movie for movie night knowing you don’t like them but he chooses it because he gets something out of it.

༉‧₊˚. General Tags. Modern Au and Fluff.

༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Aged up! Ao'nung.

༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 626.

༉‧₊˚. Notes. Thank you for sending this prompt in boo. I loved writing this. I hope I met your expectations on this!! 🥰 It's been a while since I dropped an Ao'nung fic, missed him. Need to work on putting out more fics for him!! ☺️

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You fix yourself up one last time before going downstairs to the living room where Ao'nung is picking the movie you two were going to watch for movie night which you did every week. It was his turn to pick the movie and you hoped the movie he picked was good. 

“Have you found a movie for us to watch yet? If not I can pick out a movie,” you say as you enter the living room and look at where Ao’nung is sitting on the couch manspreading. “Yes, I found a good one,” he smirks as he points to the tv, you turn your head to look at the selection and you let out a sigh after reading the bold letter words, Uncaged: 47 Meters Down.

“Where do you find these things?!” you groan as you look at him. “Lo’ak told me about it, he watched it with my sister and said it was good,”  he sends you a warm smile as you walk over and plop down next to him. 

‘Babe, you know how much I hate horror movies,” Ao’nung knew that and would never forget that detail about you but the reason he picked the movie is he got something out of when you would watch scary movies, you end up being all over him and how can he hate that? What’s a little scary if he gets to comfort you as you straddle his waist? “C’mon babe, it’s not that scary.”

You looked at the screen again, looking at the picture of a shark, a person swimming away, and blood, and looked back at him blinking twice. “It literally has sharks in it, how would it not be scary?” You questioned starting to wonder why he was smirking so much. “We don’t have to watch it if you don’t want to,” he speaks calmly as he kisses your forehead. 

You pout a bit and then let out a breath, “Fine, I’ll watch it with you,” You turn to look at the TV as Ao’nung smiles and clicks play. The beginning started off pretty good, nothing scary happened yet but you were on guard for anything to happen, you never knew how Ao’nung can watch horror movies without getting scared, one scary thing pops up and you’re already pissing your pants. 

Your luck runs out after the first scary scene pops up you let out a scream, immediately getting closer to Ao’nung and burying your face into his neck taking in the cologne that you loved so much.

“Burying your face in my neck kind of defeats the purpose of having the movie on, don't you think?" He snickered as he slid his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him. 

The two of you continued to watch the movie, a few scares there but nothing too big, although it was suspicious nothing big was happening yet and your heart started beating fast as anticipation grew higher inside of you.

You try to calm yourself down as you still have an hour and some change to get through.

Just when you thought you could finally relax, another scary moment happened and it was so scary that you screamed and immediately climbed onto Ao’nung’s lap, straddling him as you lay your head on his shoulder.

“This is not fair, you did this on purpose…” You softly mumbled making Ao’nung laugh feeling the vibrations. 

"You get to curl up in my lap, and I get to watch a cinematic masterpiece in peace and quiet. I think this is a pretty sweet deal." Ao’nung smirked as he felt you tighten your hold on him.

“You’re banned from picking another movie.” You state with a serious tone but you were half joking. ‘Now that is not fair.”

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[jaehunnyy]

Finally home

Genre: tooth-rotting fluff, crack, long distance relationship

Word count: 0.9k

Pairing: boyfriend!San × gn!reader (feat. the rest of Ateez)

Warnings: i guess nothing really just one curse word, pet names and a kiss, probably grammar mistakes

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There was a lot of chaos in the dorm Choi San lived in; hell, chaos wouldn’t even describe the mess in his room. Half of his clothes were scattered around the floor, while the other half was in his luggage, fighting to fit in the already loaded space. Wooyoung promised that he would help San, but his “help” felt more like a nuisance for the two-tone haired boy.

“Woo, I swear to God. Can you stop laughing and actually help me?” he sighed, looking at his friend—who only started to laugh harder.

“I can’t help it,” the youngest said between laughter “you’re just so funny when you’re serious.”

A defeated sigh escaped San’s lips again, but his face lit up when he saw Wooyoung coming in his direction, ready to help. A few minutes passed, and the door slightly opened, revealing a tall, blonde boy.

“San, we need to take you to the train station in a few—“

It took him a while to process what was happening in front of him. Wooyoung was sitting on the luggage, pressing his body on it, while San was struggling to close it.

“—minutes.” He managed to say, before starting to giggle.

All this agitation had a purpose, though. San was going to meet his lover for the first time, after three months of talking through video calls and falling asleep to the sweetness of each other’s voice.

“Hongjoong will make a big fuss about this. He told you to get everything ready by today, you know?” the eldest added, watching as the two finally won the fight against the suitcase.

“No need for him to find out. I have everything under control, see? Easy peasy.” San’s lips curled into a content smile as he spoke, before going downstairs with the others.

“San is ready, guys! C’mon,” Wooyoung said excitedly, grabbing Yeosang’s hand and dragging him to the door.

The others joined them not too much after, but they noticed someone who didn’t move at all, fixing them with his stare instead–Hongjoong. His mullet made him look a bit fierce in everyone else’s eyes, but his friends knew how much of a softie he was—so, why was he so serious then?

“You’re in pajamas, San. Do you want to go meet them like this?” he asked, fighting the urge to smile at the younger’s antics.

San gasped, running in his room and finally completing his outfit. He felt ready, but the nervousness he promised to leave home didn’t seem to let him go. “It will be okay, San,” he thought, then smiled and went to the others.

The ride to the station was a fun one, filled with laughter and the boys' teasing. San was going to miss them, but he couldn’t afford to refuse a one week vacation in the city where his lover lived.

“Take care of you, San,” Mingi smiled and patted his shoulder, to which San answered with a large smile, dimples on full display.

“And send pics!” Wooyoung shouted, making Jongho stare at him.

“I will, guys. Thanks,” he hugged them one last time, before getting on the train.

On the other side, you were more than excited to finally meet the boy who stole your heart. Even though it was hard to adjust to each other’s routine at the beginning, love made you get used to it quite fast. And now, there you were, waiting for him to finally arrive. All you could think about was hugging him and being able to admire his beauty in person; it made your heart speed up. You got more enthusiastic when you saw a train stopping, but then pouted when you realized it wasn’t the one you were waiting for. You took your phone from your bag and texted your friend, losing the track of time and failing to notice the smiley boy approaching you.

“Do you happen to be Y/N?” he asked in a teasing manner, already wrapping his arms around your waist.

You flinched at first, but forgot about everything else when you figured out it was him.

“Sannie, you’re here!” You shouted, legs instantly wrapping around his waist, while your hands found their way to his neck. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the sweet perfume he was wearing.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed about this, sweetheart. Thank you for being mine,” he said while tightening his arms around you, spinning you softly.

Your chuckles filled his ears, and it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. When he let you down, his hands grabbed your face softly, admiring your beautiful features, just like you did to him. He closed his eyes and got closer to you, your lips finally touching, turning into a sweet kiss, the love flame inside of you burning more than ever. He smiled, resting his forehead on top of yours. Your hands reached his dimples, poking them softly.

“It was on my bucket list, I needed to do it,” you smiled innocently, making him laugh softly: “but we have so much more on our bucket list, let’s go!”

You grabbed his hand, dragging him after you. God, he felt like he was meant to be there, like this was his actual home. Everything felt right, and he couldn’t wait for the day you could fulfill all of your dreams, together.

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[archiveikemen]

'Villain Wants To Bother The Little Robin' Story Event: Chapter 1

Jude Jazza & Ellis Twilight Route

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❥･• Warnings and FAQ

Victor: Kate… will you play the role of Her Majesty the Queen?

Kate: … It’s for a mission, right? Please tell me the details.

Victor: Ahh, what a quick response! You’ve grown so much as a fairytale writer, I… I…!

Victor: Emotional moment aside, you’re right, it’s for a mission.

Victor: An American ambassador is coming for a visit. According to our intel, there is word that he is planning an assassination attempt.

Kate: That’s a very serious issue… and therefore, I will be a stand-in for Her Majesty?

Victor: Yes. Jude and Ellis will be your bodyguards.

Kate: Why the two of them specifically…?

(Apart from Ellis, I don't think Jude would want to be “my bodyguard”.)

Victor: They’re experienced in handling violent situations. Should the ambassador carry out the assassination attempt, I believe they will be able to deal with it well!

(... They do seem capable of handling such situations smoothly…)

Kate: What exactly should I do as Her Majesty?

Victor: You will be receiving gifts, and have dinner at the evening banquet.

Victor: Basically, you only have to graciously accept the gifts presented to you.

Victor: The ministers will be present as well, so it’s OK for you to leave the complicated conversations to them.

Kate: Simply put, I just have to dress as Her Majesty and sit there… am I right to say that?

Victor: Yes! Her Majesty prefers to be quiet, so it’ll be alright if you remain silent.

Victor: Your voice sounds different from Her Majesty’s, which might raise suspicion. The two of them will follow up accordingly.

Victor: I understand that asking you to be a decoy is a difficult request… but you’re the only person who understands the situation enough to do so.

Victor: Will you accept the task?

(This proves that he trusts me as a fairytale writer. Moreover, Her Majesty's life is at stake here.)

Kate: Yes, I’ll do my best.

(Jude is a sadist who finds joy in tormenting others.)

(If I become indebted to him, there’s no knowing what he’ll demand for as payment. I can't afford any slip ups.)

(Ellis is kind and will do anything to make other people happy, but…)

(Because he will really do “anything”, I have to be careful so that he won't go overboard.)

(At any rate, in order to ensure that this mission will be successful without any troubles, I shall focus only on being a stand-in for Her Majesty.)

Kate: Victor, could you tell me more about Her Majesty's mannerisms? Such as her habits or anything that makes her unique.

Victor: …

Victor: Of course. I’ll tell you as much as I can.

After receiving some acting tips from Victor, I holed myself up in the library.

I wanted to learn a little bit about the royal family, the names and faces of the ministers, and the history of America and England…

…

(In the end, it feels like the more I study, the more overwhelmed I feel about my lack of knowledge. It made me feel more hopeless…)

I wore a crown, a veil that covered my face up to my chin, a pair of shoes to disguise my height, and an elegant gown.

I was already feeling defeated.

Jude: You fell asleep in the library, commoner.

Ellis: I’m glad you didn't catch a cold.

Kate: …!

Jude and Ellis stood on either side of me, laughing as if they had read my mind.

Kate: By any chance, was it… the two of you who covered me with a blanket?

Ellis: Yeah. Because you looked cold.

Kate: Thanks, Ellis.

Ellis: Jude pushed you back upright when you were about to slip off the table… with his knee.

Jude: That was because you were a hindrance.

Kate: Kicking a sleeping lady…

Jude: Calling some kid who played sleeping beauty in the library a “lady”? Don’t make me laugh.

Jude: You must’ve been working that little commoner brain of yours in your own way. How great.

Ellis: Mm-hmm. You’re studying hard to pull off pretending to be Her Majesty. You’re very great.

The former was entirely sarcasm, while the latter was a genuine and innocent compliment.

My facial muscles were confused about what facial expression to make.

(A- Anyway…)

Kate: I’ll be under your care for the next two days.

Jude: Decoy means someone who’s willing to die in another person’s place. Long story short, it’ll cost you your life.

Jude: … As long as the assassins are dealt with, it doesn't matter even if you die. Peace of cake.

Ellis: Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.

Ellis: I’m no good at politics and diplomacy… but I’m good at sensing when there are knives and bullets coming my way.

Ellis: I’ll do my best to support you so won’t have a hard time.

Kate: I… I’ll do my best too.

If Jude were something that’s tongue burning spicy, then Ellis would be sweet as sugar.

Being stuck in between time gave my heart no time to calm down.

(I wonder how Ellis is working for Jude.)

(Even though Jude isn’t the type of person to let people come close to him, he always has Ellis by his side.)

I remembered hearing that they worked together because of a contract.

(What on earth does that contract entail…?)

Jude: A commoner posing as the Queen will be easily exposed and gotten rid off.

Kate: Will Jude be able to do well as the Queen’s bodyguard with that sort of attitude and manner of speech?

Ellis: Jude is surprisingly capable of proper behaviour in public.

Jude: You might not know this, but this guy is crazy.

Kate: In what way…?

Ellis: Who knows? :)

Jude: You’ll find out soon enough.

(Are you saying that Ellis is no better at being a bodyguard than you? … Seems to me that it's the other way around.)

Ellis: … Hey, Jude, Kate.

Jude: Ah?

Kate: Yes?

Ellis: I have a suggestion—

Ellis: Let’s make a deal whereby if we succeed in this mission without having our identities exposed, we’ll fulfil one request from each other… what do you think?

(Fulfil each other's requests after completing the mission?)

Jude: What’s with that meaningless suggestion?

Ellis: I’m thinking of how to make this mission more enjoyable for Kate.

Ellis: What do you think…?

(So that’s what Ellis is thinking…)

I realised that since this morning, I had been unknowingly weighed down by the burden of wearing the crown.

(... Ellis is really good at telling how someone is feeling.)

Kate: Thank you, Ellis. We’ll do that!

Ellis: Fufu, then it’s decided.

(... Hm? But I heard him say “each other”...)

(I’ll have to grant requests from Jude and Ellis…)

Jude: … Just endure it as much as possible. I’ll be watching you make a fool of yourself while thinking of what “request” I’ll make you fulfil.

Ellis: Me too, I’ll be… thinking about what “request” will make you happy.

Seeing the two very different smiles, my facial muscles were once again unsure about what facial expression to make.

...

Chamberlain: The ambassador from America, Abel Edmund, has arrived.

The chamberlain loudly announced the ambassador's arrival, and the door to the audience hall opened slowly.

(... It’s happening.)

Jude and Ellis stood on guard behind me.

“Why did Her Majesty choose to be guarded by two unknown men, instead of the royal guards?” When I first entered the hall, I could hear the ministers whispering amongst themselves, however…

(Just one glare from Jude made their complaining cease immediately.)

(When Ellis smiled at them, the number of insolent stares decreased as well.)

(With the two of them around, my life will definitely not be in danger… it’ll be alright.)

I straightened my back and lifted my chin, fixing my posture according to what I learnt from Victor.

(I must focus on maintaining a regal attitude while acting as Her Majesty in front of the ambassador.)

Abel: I am greatly honoured to have been given the privilege of an audience with Your Majesty!

The ambassador was a man with teeth that glimmered in the light, and a smile as bright as the sun.

(Wow… he’s more frank than I thought.)

Maintaining my majesty, I nodded silently in response to his greeting.

Ellis: He looks lively.

Jude: Even if he keeps quiet, his face makes a heck lot of noise.

(P- Please don’t make me laugh!)

The point-blank commentary coming from the two of them standing behind me clearly stated their impressions of him.

Abel enthusiastically presented the various items he had brought with him as tribute.

(Even with a veil on, these items are dazzling…)

Once again, I felt overwhelmed by Her Majesty's power and influence as proven by the extravagance of the treasures gifted to her.

Abel: We have here an extremely rare avian species boasting feathers with vibrant colours. Its beauty is further enhanced by the magnificent sight of its outstretched wings.

Abel took a large bird resembling a parrot from its cage,

Abel: Please, have a look— ah!?

The parrot suddenly lifted its head and flew out of Abel’s hand.

(It’s coming this way!?)

Jude • Ellis: —!

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikevil story event #jude jazza #ellis twilight

[cambion-companion]

Painted in You

Art shenanigans plus a little too much wine for the reader leads to a rare moment of romantic cheesiness with our favorite Chiss (or mine at least).

Thrawn x reader drabble | established relationship | fluff | little steamy towards the end

You giggled a little, the red and yellow paint surely had gotten in your hair by now. You held your wine as steadily as you could while spreading the myriad of colors out with your hands. Your minimal white clothes were already completely saturated with color both fresh and dried from previous finger painting sessions. The protective film crinkled a little as you moved back to admire your messy, but beautiful, work. The large canvas before you was almost done in all of its many chaotically vibrant hues.

"I guessed I'd find you here."

The smooth cadence of Thrawn's voice behind you made you jump a little and you turned with excitement to greet him. "I'm glad you did!" You gestured to your work. "What do you think? Would you be able to deduce how to defeat me in battle from this?"

Thrawn looked over your shoulder to the colorful canvas, lingering with his tall frame against the doorway. A small smile curved his lips as he tilted his head, considering. "Only if said battle had strict cleanliness guidelines."

You laughed brightly and his smile grew at the sound.

"You should join me! It's quite relaxing, gets rid of stress." You paused, glancing over his immaculate uniform pointedly. "Leave that outside though."

"Do I appear stressed?" Thrawn asked but began removing his outer uniform anyway until he was down to his black training clothes.

"You never appear to have much emotion...but I know better by now." You spoke softly as he approached you, his movements calculated and purposeful as ever as he took your paint-stained hand and placed a gentle kiss to the inside of your wrist.

"Do you indeed?"

"Mhm." You gave a little sound of contented happiness at the feeling of his warm skin beneath your fingers as you touched Thrawn's face. A streak of red paint smudged across his cheek from your touch and you couldn't help but giggle a little. "Oh stars, I am sorry it seems I forgot just how messy I am currently."

Thrawn touched the wet paint on his face and withdrew his hand, studying it upon his fingers, his glowing gaze fixated on you once more, his smile still serene. "No matter. I predict such is only the beginning."

You sipped your wine and motioned for him to sit with you upon the tarp, dragging your paints closer so they were with reach. "I've run out of canvas anyway." You looked him over, your lips twitching. "And I can't think of a lovelier substitute."

Thrawn acquiesced, he rarely denied you anything these days, since you'd become romantically involved with the Chiss. It was common for most to view Thrawn as emotionless and a little cold, but that was not the case when the two of you were alone together.

You reached forward and began lifting his black tank top up, giving him a questioning look. When he nodded, you fluidly removed the garment and tossed it to a safe paint-clear space on the floor. You paused a moment to take in the beauty of the man sitting next to you, the shades of his blue skin shifting under the fluorescent light of your studio.

Thrawn's eyes were upon your face, his expression reminded you of the phrase "the cat who got the cream" and heat flushed to your cheeks.

"Continue." Thrawn prompted silkily, his tone barely more than a purr.

You shivered a little, your own eyes meeting his briefly, knowing he could read you backwards and forwards like a well-loved book. Your fingers dipped into the cold paint, choosing a dark crimson shade at first because you couldn't resist the color matching Thrawn's eyes.

"Hold still." You instructed, a little needlessly because Thrawn was still as a statue while you moved closer. You could feel his breath on your face and had to clear your head with a little shake.

"You appear somewhat distracted, my darling." Thrawn chuckled at your blushing reaction and took your own hand, extending your arm and dipping into his own choice of paint. You glanced down, he'd chosen a crisp yellow.

"I'm perfectly cognizant, just had a little wine." You defended, narrowing your eyes at him in a teasing glare. His gaze however was focused on his own work now as he began spreading the paint over your bare arm in swirling patterns that almost tickled.

You in turn began your own body art at his shoulder, tracing the contours of his muscles with the deep red and filling the lines at your leisure with grey and white hues. The distracting sensation of Thrawn brushing against your skin sent pleasant chills down your spine and your movements faltered as you closed your eyes a moment to enjoy it.

"You are quite skilled." Thrawn murmured and you opened your eyes to see him appraising his shoulder and arm with a satisfied expression. "Your color theory is a rare talent."

You leaned forward, taking the opportunity to place a sneaky kiss to his jaw. Thrawn's hand instinctively snaked around your torso, under your shirt at your back and pulled you closer as he turned his mouth to meet yours. You felt the cold paint smear against your skin but heeded it not, Thrawn's lips were fiery against your skin as he trailed small kisses down to your throat.

Your hand found its way to the back of his neck, leaving a wake of red paint against his cerulean skin.

"As I predicted." Thrawn pecked a kiss to the tip of your nose before measuring your expression with pride. "Much more of a mess."

"Your brilliance knows no bounds." You snarked, yelping a little as Thrawn took his revenge by adding more cold paint to your abdomnen, though the heat of his hands soon overtook it.

He bent you backwards with the force of his sudden kiss, his movements swift and exact as he moved over your now prone body. Somewhere in the haze and tangled limbs the paint cups got knocked over and you could see the colors pooling around you in your periphery. Thrawn nibbled on your bottom lip and helped you remove your own shirt, the bare skin of your back pressing into the spilled paint.

Where his hands moved, color was left behind streaked against your skin. By the end of your extra-curricular activities Thrawn had to carry you to the shower in order to save the rest of your apartments from being ruined forever.

#thrawn fluff #thrawn x reader #thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #star wars rebels x reader #thrawn fanfic #thrawn drabble #thrawn oneshot #thrawn imagine #thrawn x you #thrawn x oc #grand admiral thrawn x reader #thrawn fanfiction #thrawn fic #thrawn smut #mitth'raw'nuruodo #admiral thrawn

[chuckwon]

I find it hard to imagine an emotionally satisfying and compelling plotline for an SPN sequel/revival that isn’t “Chuck won” related.

Here’s my logic:

-What reason would there be for Sam and Dean to push to ~leave Heaven~ if they’re supposedly content? (The Winchesters also showed us exactly why Dean ISNT content, at length, and that’s still true for his character whether or not the sequel/revival will reference any of its plot and events directly.)

-To position Sam and Dean as compelled to leave Heaven for ANY reason unavoidably highlights the original finale wasn’t a good ending. (Which, again, The Winchesters has already elaborated upon for 13 episodes.) That necessitates answering why and how that ending happened at all.

-They can go with some kind of general “Well life is life. Sometimes you die. True free will is that everything can’t be perfect :/ They just want a second chance“ but that WOULD be a cop out. Not compelling at all and blatantly hollow reasoning to just make more of the show.

-If Jack’s truly the new God, and that’s supposedly good and fine, what reason would HE have for resurrecting Sam and Dean? What could he ~need~? There’s no POV where Sam and Dean having more “work to do” isn’t tragic, and no compelling sense to it if it’s not about the obvious: Jack’s the problem.

-How’s Jack the problem? However you slice it, he’s been corrupted by God power. That routes back to Chuck because he orchestrated this outcome, as well as cycles of violence.

-Any SPN sequel requires reciprocal Destiel. It simply does. And the original silence—Dean and Cas being kept apart at the end of season 15—is thematically connected to all this.

-If Jack was corrupted by God power and that was Chuck’s plan all along, things have then been “fake” and called into question just like throughout s15; so, what’s real? Unavoidably there’d have to be emphasis on that. And what’s “real” still includes, purposefully, Destiel. They’re a hallmark of reality and their love is part of the key to their collective freedom.

It’s just math to me!! All the threads tie together!!!!

They could do something else, of course. But if they just pull some random big bad out that the gang needs to fight (that Good Jack can’t handle?? A BIGGER God??) it’ll be laughably transparent and hard to care.

That’s why the Akrida were even connected to Chuck in The Winchesters. They know this. They’re in a corner. They could resurrect Sam and Dean to do small cases again, but… again, to what purpose?

If they resurrect Supernatural, they’d better have a damn good premise.

There’s no Bigger Bad than the Big Bad they already fought and supposedly defeated…unless they didn’t win.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The brothers and the gay angel need to free their son. And themselves in the process.

#getting back on my bullshittttt (I never left) #I posted this on twitter days ago and forgot to put it here #supernatural #Chuck won #SPN revival #SPN sequel #Chuck won theory #Chuck won meta #my meta

[lovingbradshawafterdark]

Great balls of fire

Summary: you challenge Rooster to a lovely game of strip pool and how show you want it

Word count: 1,265

Warnings: sexual content 18+

“Lieutenant Bradshaw is stupid”

those were the worlds you kept telling yourself yet you couldn’t help but stare, stupid abs and stupid smile was something you constantly thought when you saw him, and also his stupid mustache. It didn’t help he could sing too and you hated to admit it.

Yet you couldn’t help but blush whenever he’d make sure you were alright after training sessions, he wasn’t a dick he was kind and you hated it….it made me so much more likable.

Likable enough you’d challenge him to strip pool, he hesitantly obliged and you would never in a million years admit to how much you had to pay penny to close the hard deck early for just you two.

The answer was too much.

“You ready beautiful”, he said leaning against the table looking at you.

“Put your money to where your mouth is Rooster”, you hissed as he just chuckled.

“Didn’t mean to get you all riled up sweetheart”

“I’m odds your evens got it?”, he nodded with a laugh.

“Just don’t get too upset when I win”

***

Your heart sank when he got his last ball in, he looked at you as it sunk what was happening.

“Hey I won’t make you do it if-“,

“Shut up Bradshaw”, you said with a deep blush on your face as your hands shook as you lifted up the hem of your shirt.

“I said you don’t have to”, he grabbed your wrist, “I’m not gonna make you”

“What if I want to do it?”, you whispered as he looked at you surprised, “don’t look at me like that…”, he just backed up a second.

“So…you lost on purpose then…”, you looked down in defeat looking shyly at him.

“Maybe…”, he just smirked slightly.

“Well…would you like help then?”, you looked up at him blushing

“Yes…”, you mumbled as he approached closer.

“What are you takin off first then?”, he looked at you curiously excited yet he was nervous too.

“What would you like off first?”, you asked him instead making him laugh.

“Well if I had to choose”, he looked down at your buttoned up shirt his mouth dry suddenly.

“I’m gonna guess that’s my shirt”, you said quietly as he nodded.

“Yeah….”

“Well you did win….”, you said as you reached to unbutton it yet he stopped you.

“I’m helping remember, you just stand there and look pretty”, he said with a. Wink making you smile nervously, his hands slowly went to the buttons, delicately unbuttoning them as you breasts were soon revealed to him, he just stared at them for a minute.

“Stop staring and undress me!”, you whined making him look down at your shorts, you gulped and pressed your thighs together.

“We can stop…”

“I don’t wanna stop I’m just embarrassed alright”, you said not even able to look him in the eye. He just nodded before bending over and gently sliding down your shorts. He quickly noticed the wet spot between on your panties making your face even redder.

“Damn honey you’re wet..”, you whispered at him you stepped out of your shorts and panties, he stared at your bra his heartbeat rising slightly.

“You gonna pussy out now Bradshaw?”, you said impatiently yet mostly just to tease making him growl.

“Turn around then…”, he said, his eyes hungry and full of lust suddenly, you just obeyed as you felt his hands reach towards the clasp on your bra. Each one that was slowly unclasped made your mouth even more dry. You breathed heavily when he finally took it off of you, his hands immediately running along the sides of your body.

“Already liking your prize huh bradshaw…”, you said looking up and smirking at him.

“You know it I wanna taste it too”, he said before pressing his lips against yours. His hands moved all across your body.

“God you’re gorgeous”, he said hoarsely against you’re mouth.

“Then come on and claim your prize”, he spared no time picking you up and placing you on the pool table.

“Gonna have to taste you again sweetheart”, he said pulling your towards the edge of the table. He rested your legs on his shoulders as he placed gentle kisses along your thighs. You let out a moan when he finally licked your slit and soon landed on your clit. You tugged on his hair eliciting a groan from him.

“Please don’t stop please”, you pleaded as he continued, soon his fingers teased along your entrance and gently went inside of you. The sudden extra stimulation made you whimper and moan, a familiar knot forming in your stomach while something was forming in his pants. His mustache pleasurable but also tickled you. You tried your best to pull him away yet he didn’t stop until you came on his mouth, your body shaking as he licked and fingered you through your orgasm. You panted heavily as he backed away and stared, you looked towards his jeans, a tent forming already.

“You ready…”, you blinking at him for a moment and nodded.

“I’m gonna need it verbally sweet stuff”

“Yes please…god please fuck me”, he immediately pulled his jeans down, his erect cock sprinting free, “what a big boy you are”

“This boy is going to feel so good inside you”, he groaned while pumping his shaft spitting onto it for good measure. You sucked in a breath as he teased and soon grasped onto his shoulders as it entered. The stretch intoxicating and delicious. He waited a moment for you to adjust before harshly thrusting into you making you gasp as your head shot back.

“God you feel so good”, he moaned out as he thrusted in once again, making you whimper. He soon started a nice and even pace, setting his face in the crook of your neck.

You’re first orgasm already I ever stimulated you so you knew you wouldn’t last long, this was mostly for his enjoyment now, his moaned into your neck as you clawed into his shoulder as you felt the knot in your stomach snap, your walls clenching delightfully around him causing a high pitched moan to come out of his mouth.

“Please let me come inside please it feel so good”, he begged and pleaded with you as you let out a whimper.

“Please I need it”, he broke goatee that and soon his hips stuttered as his cock went in as far as it could, pumping cum into inside of you as you let out a sigh of feeling filled.

You both laid like that for a while as he hesitantly pulled out, he was panting now too, sweat drenching his brow.

His hand soon rested on your cheek as he gently caressed it, you were still coming down from your high as he pulled his jeans back up.

“So….did you enjoy your prize?”, you’d skied finally sitting up reveling in the afterglow.

“Best prize I’ve ever won…even if you didn’t try”, he teased as he handed you your clothes.

“I’m never going to look this pool table you realize that right”, you joked as you re dressed yourself.

“Well I hope it was amazing for you to”, he said heading towards the door.

“I don’t even get a kiss goodbye”, you whined as he chuckled.

“Fine”, he delicately pecked your cheek making you smile.

“You better head out endure penny comes back and yells at us”, he nodded before finally walking towards the door.

“Hey Bradley”, he stopped and turned back once again, “that mustache looks damn good on you”

#top gun maverick #top gun #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun x reader

[fyodorloveclub]

not to be hateful with this purely a suggestion please hear me out.

I think instead of completely ignoring the allegations made before you came back to this blog and deleting them all to act like it never happened, you should make one big post addressing it all, just to add as a link to your pinned post if you know what I mean.

i know the whole drama wasn't your fault, and I'm whole heartedly on your side, but there'll be people who'll insist because you deleted the posts on your blog about it that you're ignoring the issues and claims made towards your name.

of course this is just a suggestion, but with claims strong and harmful as such as the ones made I think it'd be smart to do so, especially with how people are on here. because pretending it never happened would probably cause some uproar .

english is not my first language. I'm sorry for any wrong words.

thanks !

i guess i’ll use this as a jumping off point then? me deleting the posts was never to pretend nothing happened. frankly nothing i could do will ever make it seem like nothing happened. i just really didnt want people coming back to check on my blog once i returned and being hit with all that nastiness, and i don’t want it on my blog. and to be honest i don’t really think that’s anyone’s business

and honestly i think a lot of this is no one’s business 😭 i don’t think i owe anyone anything because this is supposed to be a comfortable safe fun space for me and having to constantly defend myself completely defeats that purpose and the thought of that makes me just want to nuke this blog entirely

that being said, i guess i’ll say it once and NEVER again. i was not on that twitter, i did not use that twitter. i followed him when he made it bc he was my friend, and never checked it again. i deleted it when i did bc when we started getting the nasty anons and i found out what was there, i knew i was fuckin doomed bc that connection was already made, despite me having nothing to do with it. so i deleted it in a frenzy. also if i was a part of it do you guys genuinely think my twt wouldve been “floratumblr” and my blog wouldve been linked in the bio. do you really think that. like use ur head why would i have done that

i wholeheartedly and vehemently condemn underage content. i condemn shotacon and lolicon and any other fuckin nonsense bullshit that has anything to do with underage. i don’t know how to make that any clearer.

he and i are no longer friends.

and frankly anything else is no one’s business! that is all thank you!

#THIS IS NOT INVITING A CONVERSATION. NO MORE ASKS REGARDING THIS WILL BE ANSWERED #im not a huge fan of this ask honestly but i think at least something needs to be said #and that’s all nothin else will be said ever ever again #this is my blog and supposed to be my safe place #so. that’s all #i will not be linking this in my pinned that is a little bit bonkers #and to demand that of me is pretty disrespectful #i do not owe anyone anything #im just rambling now but i didnt want to have to talk about this so #voices in my head

[forjongseong]

after last night // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader (minisode part 6 of the series)

genre: office!au, fluff, suggestive // warning: older reader; Jay calls reader “Boss”; mentions of sex // wc: ~1.3k sorry I got carried away

previous chapters:

part 1 - carmesí part 2 - mi reina part 3 - millones part 3.5 - hasta los dientes part 4 - vente conmigo part 5 - tusa part 5.5 - apaga y vámonos part 6 - versos de placer minisode part 1 - cuando nadie ve part 6.5 - yo te quiero más minisode part 2 -la niña de mis ojos part 7 - aeropuerto minisode part 3 - falling autumn minisode part 4 - night night part 8 - ambulancia minisode part 5 - subtítulos part 9 - al caer la noche

next chapters:

click here for the masterlist

summary: on a business trip abroad, you decide to let Jay relax for the night.

author’s notes: welcome to minisode part 6! this one takes place somewhere between part 2 and 3, and before CEO!yn professes her love for Jay.

now I don't know if you guys have noticed, but I haven't been pumping out that much content because the past few weeks were not it for me. I do think I want to release a .5 part before Christmas, though, so maybe stay tuned for that!

and for today's song inspiration:

let's be real, sec!Jay probably loved CEO!yn way before this episode, but maybe this small gesture of affection totally solidified his feelings for her.

taglist: @jaylaxies @jayked @thots4hee @nyanggk @end-hyphen @yoursjaeyun @maggstar

Ever since the eventful day when Jay kissed you and created a turning point in your relationship, you had been looking forward to business trips more than usual. At first, they were purely for professional purposes—meetings with partners and clients from around the world and flying from one city to another. Now, they are still the same, but the added spice of your lovely secretary sleeping with you in every hotel room makes it even better.

The two of you were in Tokyo this time, and if it weren’t for Jay’s native-level Japanese skills, there would be two more people in your hotel room right now. You asked Jay to join you in your presidential suite, which was not what he booked for you, but courtesy of your partners in the city.

Jay was making himself comfortable on the sofa in front of the TV, taking out his laptop and placing it carefully on the coffee table. He followed your movements as you took a mini tour of the suite, and as you disappeared into the bedroom, he shrugged and opened his laptop. He stared at the screen in content, calmly scrolling the trackpad with his fingers.

That is until you let out a loud gasp from the bathroom.

“Boss?” He called out, standing up at the same time. “Everything okay?”

He did not hear a response from you, so he rushed to where you were, only to find you standing in the middle of the bathroom. The bathroom was half the size of the bedroom, which was already huge on its own, and it had a large bathtub installed right in the middle. The wall had floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city, and you could see the sun slowly disappearing into the horizon.

“Isn’t this the most gorgeous bathroom you’ve ever seen?” You asked, acknowledging his presence but not taking your eyes off the view.

“Is that why you gasped?” Jay asked back, his tone sounding slightly judgmental.

You turned around and glared at him, annoyed that he wasn’t appreciating the beauty that was the interior design of the room you were both standing in.

“It’s huge,” Jay said in defeat.

“That’s what she said,” you muttered.

Jay snorted and you just chuckled as you walked towards the bathtub. It was so white and pristine and all you wanted to do was to relax and have a bubble bath in it.

“Remind me about our schedule,” you said, making your way to the bathroom counters to check the toiletries. “Score! They have Byredo.”

It never ceased to amaze Jay the way you were just completely in awe of any luxurious item you encounter as if you couldn’t buy them yourself. He answered you without even checking his phone.

“Activities don’t start until tomorrow. We’re meeting with Mr. Fujioka for lunch, and from then on it will be visits to the company and sites.”

You nodded and brought your wrist up to your chest, checking the time. Jay found it unusual and endearing, the way you always wore your watch on your left wrist and having it face inside. He remembered that you once said that it was your mother who taught you to wear it that way.

“So we don’t have anywhere we need to be right now?” You asked him again for confirmation.

Jay looked at you and nodded, and with that, you immediately pressed the bathtub plug shut and turned on the water.

“Time to relax,” you said, smiling at him.

The huge bathtub took minutes to fill up, and while you were waiting for it, you noticed how Jay was completely immersed in whatever he was doing on his laptop. His brows were knitted, and he had his hand near his mouth, occasionally biting on his fingers whenever something stressed him out too much. You then noticed how his hair was slightly disheveled, and he had rolled up his sleeves to his elbows.

You walked back to the bathroom and turned off the water just in time. The bathtub was not full, but you deemed it enough for a person to submerge in it. You took your blouse off, and instead of getting rid of your dress pants, you rolled them up to your knees. You then looked at yourself in the mirror as you tied your hair up into a ponytail before walking back out to the living room.

“Jay,” you called. “Take a break.”

“Okay,” he replied, not looking at you yet. The moment he set his laptop back on the table, he noticed you topless and your pants rolled up. The view intrigued him, but he couldn’t do anything except tilt his head.

“Come on, your bath is ready.”

“My… bath?” Jay questioned as you disappeared into the bathroom again.

When Jay appeared by the door, he saw you dragging the ottoman from the vanity table and placing it on one side of the bathtub.

“Get in before the water gets cold again,” you demanded. “Face that way.”

Jay had a thousand questions in his head, but at this point, he was just too afraid to ask. He undressed quietly while you went to the shower to grab the shampoo, and then you walked to the bathroom counter to get some of your own hair treatment minis. When you turned around, Jay was already halfway submerging himself in the water.

“You’re not going to join me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “There’s plenty of room here.”

You chuckled before leaning in to kiss his lips. “You need this more than I do.”

The sky had turned dark at this point, and instead of having the bathroom fully lit, you opted to just leave the lights by the mirror on, creating a dim and cozy ambiance. You set yourself on the ottoman, putting the little bottles beside your feet.

“Grab the shower head for me, please,” you said after tapping Jay gently on the shoulder.

You ran the water through Jay’s hair and left it wet enough for you to put shampoo on. Jay was quiet the whole time, and as he melted into your touch he started leaning towards the edge of the tub. You noticed that his neck might get uncomfortable, so you stood up hastily to grab a towel, folded it twice, and then put it behind his neck.

“God,” Jay muttered under his breath. Your fingers were skillfully massaging his scalp, and the scent of shampoo was just as pleasant. “This feels so good.”

You just chuckled as you continued to shampoo his hair. He felt like talking would disrupt the serenity, so he decided to just keep his mouth shut, except for a couple of moans of pleasure. You really tried your best not to blush or to hold in your laughter, swearing that you had never heard Jay moan that much before.

While letting the conditioner sit in, your hands traveled down towards Jay’s shoulders, massaging him there. Jay sighed and brought one hand to touch yours.

“It’s not every day you get a massage from your boss, huh?” You squeezed his hand before he let go and let you do your thing.

“I’m in heaven right now,” he said, barely a whisper. You laughed softly at his remark.

Once you were done washing his hair, you stood up and picked up all the stuff from the floor, telling Jay to rinse off well. He merely shifted in the tub and stared at you through the mirror.

“I really thought you were going to join me,” he said with a pout. It took everything in you not to jump him right then and there.

“A simple thank you would be nice, you know.”

“Thank you,” Jay said. After seeing how you continued to put away your toiletries on the counter, he commented again. “But are we having sex tonight or not?”

“Oh, we are,” you answered, staring back at him through the mirror. As you continued to speak, you unbuttoned your pants and pulled the zipper down. “I’m prepping you for it.”

Jay chuckled lowly, covering his face and wetting it in the process as he knew he was already blushing from your simple actions. You made a mental note to spoil Jay more often, as you were certain that he deserved it as much as you do.

-END-

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A Twitter thread fic I'm posting here! I hope you all like it!

Cw// Niecest, brother/brother Incest

Da-ge works so much, so hard. His muscles are always tight, and his core... well, his core has seen better days.

So, of course, Huaisang takes it upon himself to pamper Mingjue occasionally. Nmj does so much for Nhs, it's really the very least Nhs could do. Besides, they both enjoy these little moments between them.

Nmj is sitting in the bath with Nhs behind him, gently combing through the long black hair that Nmj rarely lets down like this. It's gentle, therapeutic for Nmj... it reminds him of the days when he was small and his mother would comb through his hair and twist it into braids for him.

Nhs's fingers are soft, long, nimble, much like his own mother's. With not a single callous or scar. Truly Nmj has been too soft on Nhs these past few years.

However, those are thoughts for another time. For really, when Nhs's fingers are tracing through Nmj's hair, evening it of its knots and tangles, pushing shampoo through the locks, any and all thought flies from Nmj's mind. He is truly content in these moments between them.

It's as if the world melts away and all that exists is Nmj and Nhs.

Nmj truly worries about so much from his usual day to day.

Nhs's heart aches for his brother. Nhs wants to help Nmj in any way possible. Nhs loves Nmj, truly.

So Nhs gently scrubs at Nmj's scalp, easing the soap into his skin and hair, smiling at the soft sounds that his Da-ge makes because it feels so good.

They don't do this often, but in the safety of their own privacy, they can truly be themselves with each other. No expectations from the Sect of how they should be, no judgmental looks, no responsibilities holding anyone back.

It is tender and pure, as pure as they both could be in this together.

Like normal, Nhs is the one to break the silence between them. "Da-ge...?"

"Hmm...?"

"Do you think I could get another bird?"

Nmj's eyes flicker open. "Huaisang..." He groans, a tired, strained sound from his throat.

"I mean it! My little a'Jue is lonely! You know birds need friends!" Nhs pouted in his usual way when he wanted something and Nmj was being difficult.

"I still can't believe you named that bird after me." Nmj rolled his eyes.

"But he looks just like you!"

"He's a bird."

"Yeah, that looks like you! Even Er-ge agrees!"

Another sigh escaped Nmj. He failed to see how a bird could look like him. "Are you trying to butter me up or make me angry?"

"Alright, alright..." Nhs was pouting again, something Nmj could hear in his voice, didn't even have to look at him to know it.

They sunk into a silence again, this one a bit more tense than before. Nhs hated silences like that between them, so he was soon talking again.

"What if I name the new bird after me? Then we can have a pair of tiny us's~" he smiled, playful.

"What would the purpose of that be?"

"Oh come on, it'll be cute! Don't you like cute things? Who doesn't like cute things, Da-ge?"

"Well I like you, so..." Nmj rolled his eyes.

Nhs pulled at a lock of hair particularly hard, causing Nmj to jump at the unexpected pain of it.

"Hey!"

"Sorry, sorry." Nhs smiled innocently.

"Sure..."

"I'm serious, you know!"

"About what?"

"Wanting a new bird, bone head!"

Nmj sunk into the bath, on the edge of defeat already. Once Huaisang decided he wanted something, it was hard, nigh impossible, to convince him otherwise. And Nmj was much too tired to argue with him right now.

"You don't need a new bird." Nmj uttered, to Nhs pulling his hair again. "Ow!"

"Are you not listening to me? A'Jue needs a friend! So yes, I do need one! For him!" Nhs gave Nmj a firm look, which was more of a pout, which was more cute than anything.

"Ugh... fine, fine. I'm too tired to do this with you right now."

"Thank you, Da-ge!" Huaisang smiled happily, as if a switch had been flicked in him upon hearing those words. He leaned down, tilting Nmj's head back so he could kiss his forehead, right in between his eyebrows.

"Mmhmm..." Nmj closed his eyes at the action. "You did this deliberately..."

"Oh nonsense! I love taking care of my Da-ge~"

"Uh huh..."

"I do. Truly..." Huaisang spoke, voice a gentle purr as he kissed his head again. "Sometimes I would just like a bird in return, though."

A joke, Nmj knew, and one that had him smiling at the ridiculousness of it. "Sure, Huaisang... anything you want..."

#niecest

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Everyone needs to read this post please and thank you!!

Rather than make a poll about this ongoing issue that's impossible to parse bc I can't see who picked what specifically I'll do this another way: Help me help you by telling me why you don't actively interact. I post and reblog plenty of content all day every day that can be sent in, utilized, etc and it's crickets from ya'll all of the time and that's frustrating af and we need to work things out.

It'd be a different situation if I never offered stuff like calls or what have you; that'd be my bad and I'd need to work on being more proactive, but I'm already doing that and it goes nowhere. I'm constantly offering to help you guys---like right now, because I know the majority of you have read a post similar to this from me and you're gonna do it again---and I mean it every single time no matter how many times I offer it but on the flip side of things you guys need to actually take me up on what I'm offering.

I'm not offering to help merely for fun, you know? I'm offering to help because I understand that this shit can be difficult, it can be hard to talk to people, hard to interact with super niche fandoms and characters, and so on, and there's nothing wrong with having trouble but after a certain point if you continuously refuse to step out of your bubble or accept someone trying to help you the fear argument kinda loses validity, at least in regards to rp related stuff. I'm extending a hand and you need to fucking grab on because chances are the thing that's stopping you---be it you need help with the characters or the lore, you need me to type the first interaction, we need to have an ooc chat about what interests us, whatever it is---can be resolved but we need to fuckin communicate. I'm already meeting all of you halfway; honestly I've been meeting you guys more than halfway for awhile now, and now you need to step up and get in here.

Now does this mean that I'm going to stop offering to help, providing opportunities to interact through calls, memes, etc? Absolutely not. That would defeat the whole purpose and, again, I love offering such things and will continue to do so because it's not only part of what I need to do as a good rp partner I also enjoy doing so, plain and simple. All that I'm asking is that my mutuals (and yes, this applies to everyone, because even those who've followed me for months or years across multiple blogs fail to engage, it's not just newer folks) be more proactive in general. If I'm offering to help you or posting a call or whatever else? Engage. Ask questions. Send a meme. Tell me you want to interact even if you don't know how and we'll figure it out together. I'm tired of constantly chasing people or pulling proverbial teeth, especially when it's completely unnecessary. Communicate and engage with enthusiasm; both on your own and when I offer, and we'll be writing together in no time. Stop getting in your own way. Stop depriving yourselves. Let's have fun and actually fuckin write together.

#;;ooc: mun muttering #I'm going to start unfollowing people/breaking mutuals at this rate; I'm tired of the constant struggle #this was going to be longer but I wanted to keep the tone positive so tl;dr version it is #because I really am very very very very frustrated and this unfortunately isn't a new thing #you don't have to be perfect or engage with *everything* ofc (bc not everything works for everyone and that's fine) #but the constant dead silence no matter what I say or do or post? that isn't ok and shouldn't be a thing #so just be proactive and communicate; no matter how simple; and I'll work with you it's that easy #we're all here to write together so why aren't we? it doesn't have to be complicated