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Can you please write Raiden, liu kang, bi Han, kuai liang and kenshi getting into an argument and it hurts the reader’s feelings? But in the end it gets soft with make up sex? 🥺

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Mk Men arguing with their S/o

A/n: Thank you much for making this request, I loved writing this. I leaned into a more dark version of each character for a certain extent so that was real fun. Tags: MK1, MK AU, Request, Angst+Smut C/w: Dark Raiden, Make-up sex, toxic, verbal abuse and emotional manipulation (side-eyes Bi-Han), love bombing (Side-eyes Bi-Han again), G/n reader

Raiden

He has always been a quiet and level-headed man. You have never known him to angrily raise his voice; the concept seemed impossible.

But, as Raiden said, "Change is a constant in the universe." You notice a subtle and gradual shift in Raiden's personality. He started being more lunt and closed off, he often had his face scrunched into a sort of bitter expression, as well as his lightening sometimes turning red for some reason.

You were aware that, as the champion of Mortal Kombat, Raiden had many responsibilities he had to attend to, so it's no doubt stressful. But you can't help but notice his new personality is often directed at you. Raiden has driven himself into a frenzy attempting to keep Earthrealm safe, and that has not had the greatest of effects on his mental state. He seems to have forgotten himself and his love for you.

The argument starts when you make a mistake. Maybe you spilled milk or you broke a vase. Just a minor slip-up that wouldn't earn anything more than a chuckle and then you move on. But Raiden reacted much differently, he snapped at you, berating you. "What is wrong with you? Can't you do anything right for once in your life!?"

You are taken by surprise by this, you didn't expect him to just yell at you. Unsure of what to do, you talk back, attempting to calm him down. But he refuses to relent, he stays on his tirade. His insults get deeper and deeper as he brings up things you had no idea he was holding onto. You try your best to defend yourself, and before you know it, you two are screaming at each other.

Your eyes are blinded with tears as you start to sob, struggling to even form sentences at this point. The way Raiden was suddenly acting, hurting you felt your heart sting with pain. You turn your back to him and race to your room slamming and locking the door behind you. You fell to your knees as your sobbing and whimpering got worse.

It was at this moment that Raiden finally snapped out of it. The red light cleared from his eyes as everything became clear again. The way he has been acting, the way he has been treating you, it horrifies just what he has become.

He goes to your door, hoping to apologize and make things right, but he hesitates. He hears your cries and he can't do it. His heart begins to grow heavy as he realizes that he just might have ruined your relationship, this beautiful thing you had together, gone.

That night he sleeps on the ground outside your door desperately close to the door. Clinging to it like it your life depended on it. When morning comes and you finally open your door, Raiden is outside waiting for you. His perks up as he looks at you.

"Y/n, forgive me, I-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..." But he is interrupted when he looks at your eyes. They are so puffy and red that it is obvious that words won't do anything to fix this. He stares hopelessly into your eyes.

You tell Raiden how badly he made you feel. Raiden feels his heartbreak at seeing how badly he hurt you. He holds you as you cry and apologizes profusely.

Once you calm down, Raiden tells you how much he loves you, how special you are to him. He softly kises you on the lips.

Now you both lay naked in it, your bodies writhing against and inside each other. Outside, a thunderstorm begins to stir.

Raiden has never been an expert at sex, but he has always tried for you. He went steady and gentle, making not to be too rough you. He holds you tight as if he's going to lose you.

As he finishes inside you, you feel a buzz of electrical current vibrate throughout you. It doesn't hurt somehow, instead, it makes the climax even better causing you to scream.

You lay there for some time, Raiden holds you close and tight as if he is going to lose you. He stared into his eyes and you into his "Y/n, the way I acted was not right, I'm sorry." He says his voice stern, yet loving and soft at the same time. "Y/n, you are as important to me as Earthrealm, I love you. Never forget that, please."

Liu Kang

Things haven't been going well between you and Liu ever since you found out he was the titan that rebooted the timeline. A drift formed between you two the moment he told you.

You couldn't help but think of every tragedy and traumatic event that ever happened to you, to the people not just around you, but everyone around. You think how he was responsible for them. This causes you to view Liu in a new light. You start to be distant with Liu, avoiding more often, keeping your conversations to minimum, etc.

It is very unlike Liu to lose his temper and raise his voice in anger, especially towards you. But this night was like no other. You sudden treatment towards him has left him upset with you. It's obvious that he's trying to be polite, but the contempt he's now is feeling for you shows how distant and apathetic he is to you.

The tension in the air is thick, so thick that not even a Shokan could get through it. You try to make small talk to get him to loosen up, but still retain his cold demeanor.

Finally, he lets it out, he tries to be calm with you, but he gets more violent as things gradually continue. You are taken by surprise by how quickly he springs this onto you. "In all my eons of living, I have never come across such an ungrateful cretin such as you."

And in an instant you two are yelling at each other. The room literally shakes with Liu's anger and fire begins to erupt from his body, but you are so caught up in your own rage that you fail to notice. "Of all the mistakes I've made with this timeline, bringing you back was one of them!" He screamed at you.

The room went silent at that moment. You stared at Liu Kang, you eyes grew and tears began to form within them. Liu realized at that moment that he messed up. "Y/n...I-" He says, reaching out to hold your hand. You don't even care to listen anymore as you turn from him and run to your room.

As you sit onto your bed, you feel the tears beginning to fall. Your face falls into your hands as you begin to sob uncontrollably as well as hyperventilate. You loved Liu, but that didn't change the fact that he was a titan. The concept that he had more power in a single finger than the elder gods, that he could do whatever he wanted and you couldn't do a thing about it. that both scared and angered you. Him saying those words didn't make things better.

"Y/n, my love, I am sorry." You jump as you hear Liu suddenly right next to you. Liu senses you panic and he gently shushes you as he pulls you close. Liu's soft words combined with his warm touch oddly calms you down and your tears slowly begin to slow down. He wraps his arms around you and you melt into him, your breathing become in-sync with his. "I'd rather die than hurt you, Y/n, you mean everything to me."

He lifts you up with ease and he sits you onto his lap and he kisses on the lips, neck and even your chest, you gasp as you can feel the hard bulge in his pants.

Liu lets you get on top of him to let you know that have control of the situation, he moans at the way you handle his length inside of you. "By the Gods, you're so perfect, he moans.". The world outside seems to act strange. The wind picks up at a rapid rate, the earth shakes slightly, thunder forms in the sky. As you both scream at the climax a giant thunderclap erupts that shacks everything.

You lay on Lu's chest as you try to catch your breath, his strong arms wrap around you and you melt into him once again. You listen to his heartbeat as you begin to fall asleep, a feeling of safety and love encompasses you as you do.

Bi-Han

It is no surprise that you're here, there had been tension between you and him for the longest time. You don't know how it started, maybe you said something, made him jealous, or questioned his leadership, all you know is that Bi-Han is upset and you know him to have a short fuse.

You try to walk on eggshells because all it takes is a little pinprick and he'll explode. Unfortunately, no matter how hard you try you still wind up here. Bi-Han's fuse eventually runs out and he snaps. Now, you are in your home cowering as Bi-Han screams at you. "You pathetic little whelp! Even a bitch is more useful than you!"

Though you're scared of Bi-Han, you are as equally angry with him. Here he was berating, shaming, hurting you, yet he insisted that he loved you. You have had enough and you yell back at him.

This caused Bi-Han to get even more angry at you for "defying" him. Before you know it, you two are yelling at each other. Bi-Han grew so angry that he began to say things that should have never been said, personally things that you thought he'd never say.

"Get out! I never want to see you again!" You scream as you rush to your room, hot tears falling down your cheeks. These words sting in a way he never could have anticipated. He angrily follows you, but he is stopped when you slam the door in his face.

Hours pass and you stay locked in your room, unable to go back out and face him. After a few moments, you hear a gentle knocking outside your door. "I'm...sorry." You hear, the first time he's said those words in a long time. "Please, talk to me." He begs, trying his best to sound soft and gentle. Bi-Han had been brought with you since you first got with him, so to him trying to be gentle, it sounds so wrong...yet right at the same time.

You slowly open the door. And there he is, on his knees. "I know I'm not easiest of men to deal with...But I just love you so much I-" He pauses, it's obviously killing him inside having to do this. "Please don't push me away, Y/n, I need you."

You sigh as you let into your room and onto your bed. You tell Bi-Han about how you feel, trying your best not to berate him and start arguing with him all over again. It feels good to finally let it all out without having to scream.

You feel a chill rush throughout your body when Bi-Han gently touches the side of your face. He pulls you in for a kiss, and you feel his surprisingly warm embrace encompass you, suddenly you forget why you were upset with him as a new feeling arises in you.

Moments later he's on top of you displaying his "love" for you. He showers you with compliments and affirmations of the unending love and adoration he feels for you as he fills you with his manhood. He does it so much to the point that it all gets overwhelming after a while.

he doesn't let go of you even after he finishes, he tenderly holds your face. His usually grumpy, frowning face has a twinkle in his eyes as he looks into your eyes. "I love you, Y/n," he says with a sigh "Don't ever leave me."

Kuai Liang

Kuai has always been the opposite of his brother, cool, collected, emotionally stable, and available. But things were different now. There has been tension between you since your defection from Bi-Han.

Creating an entirely new clan hasn't been easy, and that stress was showing through the cracks in your relationship. You spent less time together and talked less, the passion in your relationship was slowly dying out. Kuai especially grew more frustrated and stressed. He began to bottle up his emotions and repress his feelings.

But as you can imagine, that is not a healthy way to handle things. His emotions were bound to overflow at some bound and spill out. And unfortunately, you were the one they spilt out on.

The Argument starts about something so minuscule and unimportant like one of you not washing the dishes or not taking the trash out. Something that would usually be ended calmly and rationally.

But right now neither of you felt like being calm or reasonable, especially Kuai. Things escalated quickly to the point that you were just screaming at each other. Things were getting so heated to the point even you wanted it all to end. But Kuai continued, he continued to get more brutal with his insults. "By the Elder Gods, I can't stand you! Harumi would never be like this!"

Kuai finally stopped when he finally looked at you, he saw the tears streaming down you face and froze. He was so angry a few minutes ago, but now, seeing you like this, he forgets all that he was upset about. "Y/n..." He said, now coming back to his sese, "I'm sorry, I-" but before he could finish you storm away from you.

"Beloved, wait, please." Kuai says as he quickly catches up you and grabs your wrist. He grips you too hard and it hurts your wrist causing you to cry in pain. "I'm sorry, I didn't to!" He said, quickly retracting his hand.

He looks to you, he sees how hurt you are, and a great pain swells up in his hear. He takes his hands and gently cups your face and gives you a tender look. "I shouldn't have said any of those things. Y/n, I love you more than life. I couldn't be here where I am without you, I can't live without you." He says. Kuai brings he face to yours and you feel the soft touch of his lips.

You are now on the bed on top of him. He coos and whines as you ride him. "Gods, love you so much." He moans as he grips at your hips as they move in a circular motion. You feel an amazing rush of feelings as you feel his soft, warm skin clashes against yours. No doubt the Shirai Ryu can hear your cries as you both finish.

You fall to your back next to him exhausted, you can still feel lingering remnants of his warmness inside of you. Kuai softly holds your hand and wistfully looks to you hoping that you'll return his gaze. "Y/n, Know that no matter what, it is you who has my heart."

Kenshi

This was bound to happen, no matter how much you both wanted to go on thinking that things were perfect forever. Kenshi had a very brutal upbringing thanks to the Yakuza, even though he is from them, old habits often come back. Such as him sometimes having a short temper. This time was a good example of that.

You don't know how things started, the night was going so well but then something happened that undid that peace. One minute you were laughing and the next you were bickering. Kenshi was the main one leading the argument while you just retaliated to his remarks and slights.

As you continue to argue, Kenshi's anger gets the better of him and before he knows he says things that go too far. "God, you're such a....a...God, Damn it!" He began to get violent, throwing things, punching holes in walls, etc. His violent outburst hurts you, both physical and verbal, and has a surprising effect on you. You turn your back to him, you try your damnedest to fight off the tears. But you can't help it, the way Kenshi is acting hurts on an unbelievable level. you feel your eyes burn with the tears filling them.

Kenshi can sense the sudden pain he has caused, even without Sento he can tell he has hurt you. He hears your sobbing and he he is at a lost for words. He wants to say something, reach out to you, but he just can't find the right words.

He just stands there as he listens to you running to your room and slamming the door behind you. He walks over to a couch and sits there and thinks. he sits there in the dark for hours, he hears your muffled sobbing in the distance, he feels his heart break.

After some more time passes you finally finish cry for the most part. Your eyes are puffy and your nose is red and sore from wiping your nose so many times. You suddenly hear a voice in your, Kenshi's voice *Y/n, please come to me*. You open the door and there Kenshi is, holding a bouquet with your favorite flowers. "Y/n, I should've never spoken to you like that, I love you and want this to work, believe me, I do."

To both of your surprise, you rush into his arms. Though confused, he holds you close and lifts you off the ground and spins you around. He cups your face, enjoying how soft your skin feels, you must be so beautiful right now. He comes close passionately and kisses you.

He lifts you off your feet again and carries them to the room that lays you onto the bed. He takes your clothes off, kissing your body up and down, from your neck to your thighs. He is on top of you moments later thrusting his "sword" inside of you. You are overwhelmed with the passion and care you feel Kenshi pouring into you. At one point his hand goes to your throat to choke you, he quickly retracts his hand when he is able to think."Sorry, force of habit."

After an unknown time of passion, Kenshi remains above. he takes your hands and tenderly kisses both of them. How he wishes he could see you at this moment, to see your smile, to know that you're okay. "You have my heart, Y/n," he sighs "No matter what, I will always love you."

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[deliciousangelfestival]

Be Mine

Character: soft!dark Lloyd Hansen x Lawyer!Female Reader

Summary: "Didn't I tell you before? I'll make you my wife," he murmured. The secret relationship between the heir of Hansen Corporation and the company lawyer took a dramatic turn.

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A/N: By the way, this is the male version from Love Me A Little

'Click'

As you entered, the heavy click of the door echoed through the spacious penthouse apartment, exhaling deeply to release the pent-up stress from another grueling day at Hansen Corporation.

Working as a company lawyer had its perks but came with many responsibilities that grew taller each day.

Switching on the lights, you were startled to find someone seated on your plush couch. Your uninvited guest exuded an air of confidence, legs crossed casually as he waited for you.

"Stressful day?" Lloyd's smooth voice broke the silence, his gaze fixed on you with a hint of amusement.

You blinked, momentarily taken aback. "Lloyd. What are you doing in my place?"

"I made a spare key," he replied nonchalantly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

You resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. One of the downsides of working for Hansen Corporation was your complicated relationship with its heir, Lloyd Hansen.

The relationship between you and Lloyd was complicated and steamy at the same time. However, you knew you had to end this secret relationship since he would be engaged to another influential family, much like his own.

Rolling your eyes, you made your way to the fridge, craving the cool relief of a bottle of mineral water. Opening it with a satisfying hiss, you took a long drink, the cold liquid soothing your frayed nerves.

As you reached to set the bottle down on the counter, Lloyd intercepted it with a smirk, taking a swig of water while holding your gaze steadily.

With a frustrated sigh, you held out your hand, palm open. "Give me the key."

But Lloyd's smirk only widened. "No," he replied teasingly, daring you to challenge him further.

You heaved a heavy sigh, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. "Lloyd, you're going to be engaged to someone. We have to stop this."

Lloyd fell silent, his expression inscrutable. Sometimes, his silence unnerved you, sending a shiver down your spine. Then, he let out a low chuckle, sending a chill down your spine. "And throw away all the memories we've made in this place? I don't think so."

His arms crossed defiantly over his chest, his gaze unwavering. "I never thought you could be this cold. Am I the only one who's invested in this?"

Leaning in closer, he locked eyes with you, his voice low and intense. "Besides, I don't like her at all. Her eyes lack the fire that burns in yours. Yours are brighter, full of determination and resilience. That's why you wanted to be with me."

Your jaw clenched as you met his gaze head-on. "So what if I'm ambitious and a workaholic? At least I know where I stand. We can't be together, Lloyd."

But he reached out, cupping your cheeks in his hands and drawing you closer. "That's what I like about you," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. "You're a hardworking woman."

His touch sent a shiver down your spine, but you pushed his hand away, the intensity of his gaze unnerving you. "Stop joking, Lloyd."

But his expression remained serious as he spoke, his words sending a shockwave through your senses. "I may enjoy making jokes, but not about this. I'm serious. You won't be my mistress. I'll make you my wife."

You gasped, disbelief coursing through you as you struggled to comprehend his words. Pushing against his chest, you tried to put distance between you, but his grip only tightened. "Stop it, Lloyd."

But his resolve remained unshakeable as he locked eyes with you, determination burning in his gaze. "I'm not joking. I'm dead serious. I'll make you my wife."

You couldn't believe what you had just heard. Your heart pounded in your chest, threatening to burst from the sheer weight of Lloyd's words.

Without a second thought, you seized his hand and practically dragged him towards the door with all your might. Despite his towering stature, you were fueled by a surge of adrenaline, determined to put an end to this madness. "You need to go," you insisted, your voice strained with urgency.

But Lloyd only chuckled, his amusement evident even in the face of your desperation. "I'm not joking," he insisted, his tone resolute. "I'll show you just how serious I am this time."

You hummed in response, successfully pushing him out of your apartment. As the door clicked shut behind him, you leaned back against it, your chest heaving with exertion. Closing your eyes, you let out a heavy sigh, willing your racing heart to calm.

It would be a lie to say you had never dreamed of becoming Mrs. Hansen. But you knew deep down that it was impossible, given the vast difference in your social status.

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A few days had passed since the tense encounter with Lloyd in your apartment, and you returned to work at the company, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy. You hadn't seen or heard from him since that night, and you hoped it would stay that way.

But as you focused on reading through a stack of documents, the hushed whispers of your colleagues caught your attention, drawing you into their gossip.

"I never thought a playboy like him would get engaged," one of them remarked.

Another nodded knowingly. "Well, it's normal for the 1% like them to strengthen their connections and business through marriage."

You gritted your teeth, the bitterness rising within you at their nonchalant discussion of Lloyd's engagement. But before you could voice your frustration, one of your colleagues let out a piercing scream, "OMG!!! OMG!!!" Causing everyone to turn and stare.

"What the-?" you began, but your words trailed off as the screaming girl approached you, her phone held out eagerly.

"OMG... You and Lloyd?" she exclaimed, her voice shrill with excitement as she thrust the phone towards you.

Your eyes widened in shock as you looked at the screen, revealing a photo of you and Lloyd cuddling intimately on a beach resort. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks—Lloyd had posted the photo, for all the world to see.

As the realization sunk in, the office erupted into chaos, with whispers and gasps spreading like wildfire. "Turns out there's a secret romance in the company," one of your colleagues remarked, fueling the fire.

One of your colleagues chimed in with a speculative question. "Does this mean the engagement is cancelled?"

"Shit," you cursed under your breath, feeling the eyes of your coworkers boring into you. With a sense of urgency, you gathered your composure and swiftly left the floor, making a beeline for Lloyd's office.

Whatever his intentions were, you needed answers, and you needed them now.

You didn't bother knocking; you simply barged into his office, disregarding even his secretary's attempts to halt you. As you entered, you found him lounging in his leather chair, every inch the powerful and commanding figure.

He was already waiting for you, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.

"What are you planning, Lloyd?" you demanded, your voice dripping with both frustration and anticipation.

A smirk played at the corners of his lips as he leaned back, the leather creaking beneath him. "To show the world the woman I love," he replied, his voice husky with desire.

Your pulse quickened at his words, your body responding to the raw intensity in his gaze. "Your family will never accept someone like me," you protested weakly, though the fire in your eyes betrayed your true feelings.

Lloyd's expression softened as he rose from his seat, moving closer until there was barely any space between you. "Stop doubting yourself, my love," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "My family knows about us, and they've given us their blessing. They can't wait to welcome their future grandchildren."

Your breath caught in your throat as he trailed a finger along the curve of your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. "I'm not pregnant," you managed to whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

But Lloyd only chuckled darkly, his touch igniting a fire within you. "That's why we have to work hard," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear in a tantalizing caress.

Leaning in close, he whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Didn't I tell you before? I'll make you my wife," he murmured, the words dripping with desire and determination, igniting a fierce longing within you.

You shivered at the sensation, your senses overwhelmed by the electric tension between you. Unable to resist any longer, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting in a fiery kiss that left you both breathless and hungry for more.

"Oh, how you wish you could hate him."

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↳ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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↳ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓.𝟔𝐤

↳ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭/𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

↳ 𝐀/𝐍: 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐳𝐚𝐝𝐞

↳ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡…

“Iwa, stop putting me on speaker, I’m tired of listening to Bokuto’s fucking whining!”, your husband’s loud voice cuts through the quietness in your shared home, making your ears perk up in anticipation.

You patiently stay seated on the couch, not knowing if he’s even aware of your presence as he bursts into laughter and sends tiny jolts of warmth right into your chest to remind you just how much you‘ve missed him.

It’s been so long; way too long for your personal liking.

However, none of this has come as a surprise to you, because after all, you knew what to expect as his wife.

This is the Kuroo Tetsurou you fell in love with in your second year of High School.

Hard working, ambitious, disciplined, organized and always the one to get exactly what he wants and who knows how to get it.

Most of these being actual reasons why you fell in love with him in the first place.

And at this point you’ve lost count on how many times his attitude and general lifestyle has helped you to get your shit together and become the person you are today. Throughout the years, both of you have constantly been working towards the best versions of yourselves and while Kuroo would have done it anyway, you would have probably given up halfway through the journey.

It was him. It’s always been him.

No matter how many times all those dark thoughts and doubts have gotten to you, Tetsu was always the one to help you fight them. So many nights spent in each other’s arms, blocking out the world and just focusing on the feeling of complete security and acceptance around you before he built you up again and put you back onto your feet.

The older you get, the worse your states of anxiety have become and although you've been dealing with it a lot better than before, you still struggle to shut it down completely on your own, especially with the fear of losing the one person who never once failed to pull you out of it.

Which is why, you couldn’t help but imagine the worst when people used to warn you of possible changes which might come with being married.

Despite taking notice of your overreaction and your anxiety taking over you again, you still found yourself distancing yourself from your husband.

You developed distance as a self defense mechanism in your youth to avoid any further heartbreak by the opposite party doing it first and even after all these years of being with him, basically knowing him like the back of your hand and trusting him with your whole heart, you still let those doubts and fears get to you.

It’s not like Kuroo has changed since the two of you have gotten married almost two years ago. He’s still the loving, caring and incredibly understanding man you fell for all those years ago.

But recently he’s been spending a lot more time at work; leaving early in the morning and coming home way later than usual – you barely get the chance to look at his face in daylight anymore.

And of course, the sudden change in his working pattern turned out to be ideal for your anxiety to feed off of.

Because the less you’re seeing him, the less time he spends at home, the deeper you fall into this dark hole and for the first time in years you can’t get yourself to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

However, you’ve had enough.

You miss your husband, physically and mentally craving his presence, his touch, his words and although it’s taking you every bit of energy and self control, you manage to push those anxious thoughts all the way to the back of your head and keep the focus on the real issue.

By the time you’re done nervously staring at your hands, Tetsurou has already made his way through the hallway and is still busy listening to Iwaizumi on the phone; his ring clad fingers tightly wrapped around a glass of whiskey when he eventually discovers you.

“Baby, you‘re still up”, he says, perfect brows arched in surprise before he lifts a finger to stop you from responding, “I’ll call you tomorrow, Iwa. Have a good one”, your husband quickly ends the call and places his phone on the dinner table before he approaches you with a soft smile on his handsome face.

You inhale shakily, taking in the sight of him after not having the chance to for so long and the longer you look at him, the worse the urge to burst into tears becomes.

“My love”, he whispers softly, a genuine, yet exhausted smile placed on his pretty face as he comes to sit down next to you on the big couch, “you shouldn‘t have stayed up for me, baby, it‘s so late!”, he chuckles gratefully and places one of his big hands on your cheek.

His eyes start roaming your face attentively, the way they always do, to see if he can read your mood through your facial expressions. You move even further into his warm touch, your body so starved, you feel yourself growing aroused from something as simple as the feeling of his thumb caressing your cheek.

Of course it‘s not just that, but also his familiar scent, a mixture of his rather spicy yet comforting cologne and a hint of vanilla, as well as the warmth he‘s radiating most of the time.

Your lids flutter shut when his thumb moves to your chin and down your throat, a couple of his fingers now softly grazing your shoulders which are on full display because of the camisole you are wearing. The cold metal of his rings sends shivers down your spine and at the thought of having one of those pretty hands firmly buried in between your legs, you can‘t help but press your thighs together and let out a soft sigh.

“I missed those pretty sounds”, Kuroo whispers, his voice a lot deeper, raspier and more strained than just a moment ago and you can‘t believe how just that tiny change has your pussy clenching even more desperately.

You slowly open your eyes, bottom lip firmly pulled between your teeth and heart almost brutally slamming against your rib cage.

“Is that why you stayed up, pretty one? You want me to fuck you? Have you grown that needy yet?”, your husband chuckles softly, excitement gleaming in his pretty eyes and if it wasn‘t for his words, you would have lost yourself in their familiarity.

“But I can‘t and won‘t blame you because I feel the exact same. It‘s been way too long”, he suddenly whispers, placing his glass on the little table next to the couch before he takes off his expensive watch and gets rid of his tie; his gaze never once leaving your needy one. You know he‘s enjoying the way you‘re practically squirming underneath him, whereas you struggle to care about how desperate you are for him.

“You‘re so quiet, baby, is everything alright?”, Kuroo says with worry swinging in his tone, eyes focusing the way you are busy pulling on your fingers and basically serving your nervousness on a silver plate.

A deep sigh leaves your lips when you realize that there‘s no point in even trying to hide what‘s bothering you, not when you have a husband as attentive and careful as Kuroo Tetsurou.

“I miss you, Tetsu”, you whisper and finally get yourself to lift your head and actually look at him, forcing yourself to maintain eye contact despite the thick veil of tears covering your sight.

“Oh, baby, I–”, “It‘s just...you work so much and on your days off you go and spend time with your boys and I can‘t help but feel like you‘re purposely avoiding me, even if you are this sweet to me. I know I don‘t have the right to feel this way because you’re pouring everything into your work and don‘t get me wrong, that‘s one of the reasons I‘m so in love with you, but it‘s been so, so long since we just had a whole day to ourselves. Just the two of us lazing around, watching trashy movies and fucking every now and then, like we used to do”, the words just keep coming, your chest growing lighter and lighter the more you speak and despite the volume of your heart literally thrumming inside your throat, you can‘t help but feel relieved.

Your husband never once stops looking at you, his hands firmly wrapped around yours as he listens to your every word.

“Tetsu, we haven‘t had sex in a month”, you say and gulp harshly, “and in the beginning, I didn‘t really care because I know just how exhausting and tiring work is for you. But then I came to visit you in your office and saw the women you were surrounded by and ever since that I can‘t stop myself from thinking that maybe that‘s why you refuse to touch me”, your voice breaks at the end of your sentence, followed by two thick tears streaming down your cheeks and a little sob falling past your lips.

You don‘t want to cry; you weren’t planning on doing so, but the pain and heaviness of not being enough for someone as perfect as Kuroo comes crashing down on you a lot faster than you expected it to.

“And that‘s okay!”, you suddenly say and lift your hands up to show him how okay you are with it as you nervously wipe away your tears. “My body has changed a lot ever since we first got together and we‘ve been with each other for so long, I won't ever blame you for actually leaving me to find someone else, seriously”, your words are raw, they‘re everything you‘ve been worrying about but they‘re also nothing but the truth.

Kuroo Tetsurou is way out of your league; always has been and always will be.

In all those years you‘ve been with him, he‘s only grown taller, muscles even stronger, face even sharper. Whereas you‘ve been struggling to get to the point where you feel absolutely satisfied with yourself.

Usually you manage to ignore those self-destructive and criticizing thoughts, mostly because Tetsu has ever failed to make you feel good about yourself. But in the past few weeks, you haven‘t even had the motivation to put on your favorite lingerie to send your husband some teasing pictures the way you like to. The thought of annoying him or actually turning him off with the sight of yourself hadn‘t left you alone so you opted to hate yourself instead.

“My love…”, Kuroo sighs and tilts his head back with a soft sigh before he places his hands on your waist and makes you straddle his lap.

You‘re quick to wrap your arms around his shoulders and push your face into the crook of his neck. This type of intimacy is the one you‘ve been craving the most: holding and being held by him. Slowly, but surely you feel yourself calming down and it doesn‘t take long for your cries to die down.

His warmth, scent, presence and soft touches build the perfect wall of security, comfort and protection you‘ve been trying to create for the past few weeks, yet have failed miserably every single time.

“Thank you for talking to me about this instead of bottling it up even more”, he begins, the deep bass of his voice sending vibrations through your chest, “I‘m sorry for making you feel this way. I really am. For me, you’ve always been so perfect and that won’t ever change. To think that you think this way actually breaks my heart and I promise I will try my best to make you feel more loved and appreciated just as I used to.”, he whispers, his hands softly roaming your body and in combination with his warm body so close to yours, you calm down completely.

“It‘s just been really stressful at work and I didn‘t want to burden you with it because I know how much you worry about me. I love my job, after all i get to do what I love and work with my best friends but I‘ve been neglecting you and that was and will always be the one thing I want to avoid, no matter how busy I get”, Kuroo’s words are genuine, they‘re sincere and they‘re everything you wanted to hear.

“I don‘t want you to feel obligated to spend time with me, Tetsu”, you reply and tilt your head to the side, your fingers grazing his pretty features softly, enjoying the familiarity of his gaze.

“Obligated? Baby, you‘re my wife. We‘re supposed to be there for each other and I‘ve promised to make you happy no matter what, and you know I always keep my promises”, Tetsurou replies and presses a soft kiss against your lips, his tight grip on your waist builds the sweetest contrast to it and easily leaves you longing for more.

“It’s been so long, all I‘ve been daydreaming about was you”, he breathes, sending shivers down your spine and with a soft whine, you bury your fingers in his thick hair, “the amount of times I‘ve fucked my fist to the thought of you is embarrassing, but I couldn‘t help it”, you gulp harshly at his lewd words, the mental image of your husband jerking off to you while you had convinced yourself he wasn’t as attracted to you anymore, definitely manages to boost your ego in just the right way..

You feel yourself growing hotter, the temperature in the room almost suffocating you and suddenly the thin camisole feels as heavy as a thick winter coat.

Kuroo lets out a soft grunt at the way you start pulling at his hair, his hands now anxiously groping the soft flesh of your thighs as he desperately tries to pull you even closer to his body. He starts littering your neck in open mouthed kisses, his hot breath fanning against your sensitive skin before he thrusts his hips up and elicits the sweetest moan from your throat just like that.

Usually you would have been embarrassed by the wet patch on your panties, especially because he hasn’t even done anything yet, but this time you can’t get yourself to care; arousal clouding your mind in a way you’ve missed it oh, so much.

“Baby…”, Tetsu groans, throwing his head back with a deep moan when you start circling your hips against the growing bulge in his pants, the friction giving your neglected clit just what it needs.

“Feels so good”, you whimper, pulling at his hair even more and losing yourself in the pleasure as soon as your husband meets the movements of your hips with lazy thrusts of his own.

“Look at my slutty little angel girl”, he sighs, his voice even raspier than before and if it wasn’t for the way he’s finally decided to pay some attention to your breasts, you would have lost your mind, “you’re so desperate and needy for my cock, hm? Just because you haven’t gotten your cunt fucked in a hot minute? How pathetic…”, the sound of those dirty words falling past his plump lips have you whining out loud almost shamelessly; after literal weeks of not hearing them, you can’t and won’t even try to deny just how much they get to you.

“Just for you”, you breathe against his mouth, pulling the flesh of his bottom lip into your mouth and sucking at it softly; Kuroo rewarding you with a deep grunt as he guides your hips to move your needy cunt over the whole of his clothed cock.

“Of course it’s just for me, baby”, Tetsu replies and pushes your camisole over your barely covered ass, kneading the soft flesh harshly before he lands a harsh spank on your left cheek; the beautiful combination of pain and pleasure pushing you even further into the thick haze of lust.

“I own this fucking cunt after all ”, he whispers into your ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth, “it’s all mine to use and fuck as I please. Only I get to stuff this tight pussy of yours full of my cum. Am I right, baby?”

You start nodding like crazy, your fingers nervously fumbling with the buttons of his dress shirt as the sudden need to feel his skin underneath yours overwhelms you.

“Cat got your tongue, pretty girl?”, he suddenly hisses and wraps his ring clad fingers around your throat, pulling your attention back to his face within a moment and as if the feeling of his tight grip wasn’t enough, he continues to roll his hips into yours, pushing his tip against your throbbing clit with every single movement.

“Yes, you’re right”, you whisper, your eyes lazily taking in the sigh of your husband’s flushed cheeks and bit swollen lips; his strong gaze fixating you like his life depends on it.

“There we go, good girl”, he smiles and softly pushes you from his lap and the sudden lack of pressure on your clit makes you whimper desperately. In fear of any form of distance, you take the fabric of his dress shirt into your palm, gripping it tightly as you look at him with teary eyes.

“Daddy…”, Kuroo looks at you with his brows arched in surprise, obviously not expecting this kind of reaction from you and at the sight of your quivering bottom lip, he can’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

“I’m here, baby. Don’t worry, I’m going to fuck your little pussy the whole night and make you cum as much as you want, okay? But I have to take my clothes off first and while I do that, you can prepare that tight cunt of yours for my cock, hm?”, your husband says softly, his hand caressing your naked thigh before he stands up to get himself undressed.

You let out a shaky sigh, your panties already sticking to the wet flesh of your cunt to the point of discomfort and for the first time ever since your first time (with Kuroo), you find yourself hesitating to get naked in front of your husband.

After weeks of struggling to like the person in the mirror until you eventually stopped looking at yourself completely, the thought of showing yourself off to the man you are so in love with, seems more than just scary.

And of course, Tetsu is quick to notice; almost instantly halting his movements as he watches you fumble with the hem of your camisole.

“You don’t have to take it off, baby”, he says and shrugs off his dress shirt to reveal his strong torso to your hungry eyes, the dark lines of his tattoos building the most beautiful sight in contrast to his pale skin.

“I fucking love your body. Every mark, every scar, every single thing you hate about yourself. You’re perfect to me, my love, please don’t ever forget that”, you gulp harshly, the genuine tone in his voice taking away some of the heaviness on your chest and you feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, “and I’m sorry that I haven’t been there for you. But before everything, I want you to feel comfortable with me, okay?”

With a soft sigh and an appreciative smile, you start nodding, a single tear running down your cheek as you enjoy the hungry gaze of your husband roaming your body.

You manage to get a grip of yourself a moment later, pulling your ruined panties down your legs and handing them to Kuroo as if it was the most normal thing to do. And for you – it kind of is.

Ever since the two of you had first started getting intimate with each other, Kuroo had always asked for your underwear, shamelessly pressing the crotch to his nose to inhale the scent of your arousal.

“Come on, pretty girl, you know I won’t fuck you if you don’t prepare yourself first”, Tetsurou umbles and fumbles with his belt, staring at you with hooded eyes and an almost devilish smirk on his lips.

A shiver runs down your spine as you pull down the straps of your camisole with shaking fingers, pushing the fabric down until you finally expose your naked chest to your husband’s prying gaze. You watch the way he stops what he’s doing as he waits for you to do what he’s asked you to do and with another shaky inhale, you let your hand wander in between your spread legs.

“You’re a fucking mess, pretty one”, he remarks, finally pushing his pants down his thick thighs, “can’t wait to fill that tight pussy up to the brim with my fat cock. You better stretch yourself, baby, Daddy’s not going to go easy on you tonight.”

And as soon as those words leave his lips, you plunge one one of your fingers into your wet hole, a soft moan escaping your throat at the feeling of your digit dragging along your sensitive walls. Only a couple of pumps later, you add another one; your whole body craving the feeling of being filled until you can’t breathe and after having to use your fingers to get yourself off for so long, you can’t wait to finally get what you’ve been wanting so badly.

With almost practiced flicks of your wrist, you manage to hit all the right places as you rub your clit against the palm of your hand, pushing yourself closer to your orgasm and easily blending out the presence of your husband. A row of soft moans leaves you, the feeling of your fingers just slightly grazing that sweet spot deep inside of you has you arching your back desperately.

“Baby”, Kuroo’s deep voice pulls you out of your dazing haze of arousal, “I told you to stretch yourself out, not make yourself cum”, he hisses, pulling your fingers out of your clenching core before he holds your hand up for both of you to see the amount of juices covering your digits.

“I’m sorry, Daddy”, you whimper and gulp harshly, trying your best not to press your thighs together when Tetsu wraps his tongue around your fingers and starts lapping up your arousal.

“Fuck”, he moans loudly, pushing your legs apart even further before his gaze drops to your glistening cunt, “I want to eat that pretty pussy of yours so badly, baby”, he whispers, his nails digging into the skin of your thighs before he moves one of his hands up to grope your breast, harshly pulling at your perky nipple.

“No!!”, you whine and sit up, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and staring at him with another pout on your lips, “can you please fuck me first? Need you to stuff me with your cock”, you add, moving your hand up to palm his rock hard erection through the fabric of his boxer briefs, of course taking the opportunity to caress the warm skin of his torso.

But instead of replying, Kuroo just scoffs, pushing your hands away from his body before he wordlessly makes you lay back down on your back again, his ice cold gaze making you whimper in anticipation. Despite watching him lift his hand, you can’t hold back the loud yelp when he suddenly lands a harsh spank on your cunt, followed by a second and a third one; the delicious sting sending tears into your ears and eliciting a row of high pitched moans from you as the throbbing of your clit intensifies.

“Oh, angel girl”, he groans and – finally – pushes his fingers underneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, “we both know if it hadn’t been this long, I would have made you ride my face for hours, so you better be grateful Daddy’s just as needy as you tonight…”, you let out a sigh of relief, followed by a gasp when your husband slowly pulls his underwear down his thighs, his thick cock slapping against his abs and almost instantly making you whimper.

“Patience, my love”, Tetsu mumbles before he gets comfortable between your legs and then starts teasing your needy clit with the wet tip of his hard length.

“Ready, baby?", he whispers against your lips, giving you one last kiss on the lips before he slowly pushes into you; the slick sounds of your walls taking him in the only thing you hear before his loud moan fills your ears.

"Fuck, you're always so fucking tight, no matter how many times I fuck you", he hisses through gritted teeth, giving you the time to adjust to his impressive size, your breath hitching in your throat because of the amount of pleasure rushing through your veins.

"I missed this little cunt so fucking much, baby", your husband mumbles against your cheeks and starts to move his hips slowly.

"Missed your cock, too", you whine, “so much”, your nails scratch the skin of his broad back when his movements start picking up pace.

His long and sensually slow strokes against the sensitive walls of your cunt give you a hard time focusing on anything else but the sweet anticipation. Kuroo hums at your words, his thrusts even deeper than just a second prior and the way he pulls all the way out only to thrust into you with full force, has your head spinning. Your mouth falls open as his harsh pounding elicits loud moans from you with every single thrust and at this point, you're not even trying to keep quiet.

Kuroo fucks you hard and fast, edging you multiple times as he brings you close to your orgasm, only to pull away just as you're about to cum. Your pussy starts clenching around his thick cock like crazy, your whole body on fire with sweat dripping down your temples and your own drool coating your chin because of your inability to close your mouth.

“P-Please, Daddy", you whimper hoarsely, your clit throbbing in need every time your husband grazes your sweet spot with the head of his cock.

“A little longer, baby”, he encourages you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his grip on your waist tightens with every single one of his movements, “I want you to cum with Daddy, okay? Come on, you got this. I know you do, after all you’re my good girl, right?”, your husband whispers, pulling away to lift your legs up and place them over his shoulders, basically folding you in half.

The pleasure slowly but surely starts crashing down on you in literal waves, suffocating you in the best way possible as you enjoy the feeling of being stuffed so full. Your moans

grow louder, tears start streaming down your cheeks and your juices gushing out of your spasming hole every time Tetsu enters you.

“You’re so beautiful like this, baby”, you whine at his words, his hot breath sending goosebumps down your body and pushing you deeper into the sweetest haze of tenderness and pleasure, “I’m so lucky to have an angel as perfect as you. Fuck, I’m so in love with you”, Tetsurou lets out a row of loud moans when your cunt starts spasming around his cock.

It doesn't take long for the knot In the pit of your stomach to start tightening, the bittersweet feeling of arousal rushing through your body way too intense to not result in a rather quick and intense high. You start clenching around him, your cunt hugging his cock as tight as a damn vice, easily eliciting deep grunts and sinful groans with every single time and the way Kuroo is digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your breasts because of it has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"I'm so c-close", you whispers, throwing your head back, harshly pulling at your husband’s thick hair as pleasure is taking up the last bits of your sane mind, "Daddy – fuck – I love your cock so much", you moan, slowly losing yourself in the urgent need to finally reach your much-needed climax but also because you know how much your husband loves being worshipped.

"More, baby", he whimpers into your ear, speeding up the movements of his hips,his thrusts reaching an almost brutal pace, "I'm almost there, I wanna cum with you", he continues and with a soft nod you do as he asks.

"Your cock was made for my cunt. Nobody can fuck me as good as you can", you say, a high pitched moan following your praise, "only you and your big cock can make me feel this way, s-shit, I love you so fucking much.”

It doesn't take another minute of him rubbing firm circles into the sensitive nub as you finally stumble over the edge.

“You've been so good for me, baby, so fucking good. Cum for me,make me proud", Kuroo orders and with the words leaving his beautiful lips, you stumble over the edge.

High pitched moans and loud whimpers fill the room as you're trying to handle the waves of pleasure overwhelming your whole body. Your sight blurs for a solid second, the intensity of your orgasm taking your breath away and you feel like you'll pass out.

Kuroo’s hungry gazes lingers on you as he helps you ride out your orgasm. You take a deep breath after finally calming down again, your fingers finding his cheek before you look him in the eyes and wrap your hand around his throat. A choked out moan leaves his lips, his hips stuttering as you apply pressure, his gaze never leaving yours and the way he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth makes you clench around him.

"Fuck, I love you so much, baby", he whispers, his voice still strained from the lack of oxygen and you can tell by his sloppy thrusts and soft whines that he's about to reach his high.

"I love you, too. So, so much", you whisper into his open mouth, your lips connecting as you start swallowing his beautiful noises and with one last thrust, Kuroo’s whole body tenses up as he coats the inside of your cunt with his cum . And just as usual he pulls out quickly, two thick spurts covering your drenched pussy as well. Your husband throws his head back with a sharp inhale before his gaze shifts back between your legs and he watches his orgasm dribbling out of your tight cunt with excitement and heavy lust sparkling in his eyes and you can't help but smile.

Kuroo starts massaging your thighs softly for a couple of minutes, both of you coming down from your high while taking in the sight of one another until your husband gets up and disappears in the guest bathroom.

You watch him come back with a wet washcloth in his hand and messy hair lazily falling into his flawless face, a few single strands falling into his handsome face; making you sigh sleepily because of how good he looks with his flushed cheeks and your marks on the pretty skin of his neck and chest.

Your husband carefully cleans you up and litters your skin in soft kisses as he whispers soft words of gratitude and praise, making it even easier for you to fall in love with him all over again.

After a quick post-sex cuddle session on the couch, Kuroo basically forces you to pull through with your night time routine, softly telling you about his day at work as he brushes his teeth and applies his skin care products.

By the time Kuroo has his face buried in the crook of your neck again, you’re ready to pass out right then and there; not even struggling a little bit to actually fall asleep for the first time in weeks — thanks to your husband.

“Thank you for being by my side, my love”, he whispers against your skin, making you smile softly.

Just as you get yourself to reply with a love confession, Kuroo pulls away and looks into your eyes before he whispers: “you’re everything I’ve ever asked for and I won’t ever take you or your presence in my life for granted.”

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x female reader #kuroo smut #kuroo x female reader #haikyuu!! smut #haikyuu!! x female reader #hq smut

[nu-carniviva]

A censored version of Nu: Carnival is coming to the app store... Which is not good

When this was first brought to my attention, I honestly didn't believe it at first. I mean, why would I? Nu: Carnival has advertised itself as an adult-only game since it's release. I rarely go on Twitter since it's a total shithole, but that's how I found out that the rumors were true. Nu: Carnival - Bliss, they're calling it. The overall plot, events, and gameplay will be the same. But many crucial changes will be done to the dialogue, CG, and audio. Long post ahead, but I'll be ranting about it below

Why is this a bad move?

There are multiple reasons as to why making a censored, teen friendly version of Nu: Carnival is a horrible decision. I might not get them all, but here are a few I can think of off the top of my head:

It is literally impossible to separate the nsfw from the source. Whether the devs like it or not, they made an nsfw game. After the first half of the prologue, the game opens with porn. You are introduced to two characters at the time — Aster and Morvay. That right there is already an issue. Morvay is an incubus. He is a sex demon who wears leather lingerie. While there is certainly more to his personality, his is very existence is sex. Sex is what keeps him alive and fed. Morvay is very open about his sexual desires and the topic of sex as a whole. He doesn't find it shameful or taboo. So... What are they going to do with Morvay? He can't be removed since he's bonded with Aster. Censoring him will have him take a MAJOR hit. Now that leads me to the second part of this bullet point: sex is a crucial part of the plot. Essence is what keeps Klein stable. Eiden and his clan's job is to use their essence to fix the gem altars so said altars can keep the essence regulated throughout the continent. While there are several ways to replenish one's essence, the most effective way is through sex. Sex also plays a crucial role in expanding on the plot and the characters. Sex scenes aren't just there for entertainment, there is genuine lore within the dialogue. Through sex, Eiden bonds with his clan members in the most intimate and personal ways. He sees his clan members at their most vulnerable moments, and through that they share a deep connection. You can see when sex scenes go from Eiden and whoever the clan member is having sex just to have it to having sex because they genuinely care for each other and want to physically bond. I could delve deeper into this topic, but I'm sure you all understand by now what I'm trying to say. Sex is not just an accessory or perk. It's part of the worldbuilding

Minors will not be able to escape nsfw within the fandom. Since the game's release, the fan base has been entirely made up of adults. Since we are all adults, we freely talk and post about the nsfw parts of the game. You go on any social media platform where Nu: Carnival is discussed, and you will see nsfw. It's a very casual topic in the fandom, and in a way it's something that bonds us together… As weird as that may sound. My point is, making a censored version of the game is pointless, because the source itself in inherently nsfw and the fan base is full of adults making nsfw content which is usually uncensored since the artists expect for anyone in the fandom to only be adults

Minors in fandoms often bring drama... Hear me out on this one. Not to sound like one of those "grr minors dni I hate minors" people, but kids in fandoms often bring drama and discourse. As aggravating at it is, I have to admit that it isn't entirely their fault. When you're in your early teens, you're starting to discover yourself. You become very opinionated and defensive over your beliefs because you're trying to figure out who you are and where you stand in life. You're trying to gain independence and autonomy. It's normal... But it's very draining. Since Nu: Carnival has an all-adult fandom, there isn't a lot of drama at all. Sure, you're going to have stupid people saying stupid shit to start drama, that happens everywhere, but those people are typically ignored because it isn't too common. With kids coming into the fandom and starting unnecessary drama, it'll be so much harder to avoid. Not only that, but kids don't have as much media literacy as adults do. It's not an insult, but simply a fact. Nu: Carnival delves in a LOT of heavy themes in the game. Some of which are stated outright while others require you to read in between the lines to pick up on them. Since the fandom is all adults, it's easier for us to handle these topics and discuss them maturely

Why are the devs doing this?

My guess? Money. The devs are part of a company after all. At the end of the day, all companies want to make money. By making a game they can put on app stores, the game becomes more visible to a broader audience. People who have never heard of Nu: Carnival before will see what appears to be an innocent anime game when it's far from that. All it will take is a simple google search for people to see the the game is very much nsfw and not something minors should indulge themselves in. It's dangerous for both parties involved, both the minors and the adults

But hey, whatever's bringing in the money, right? Sigh...

#not how i wanted to make my full time return but okay #btw guys hi i just finished my semester #i have like a month off so i'm planning on getting back into things i didn't have time for #this blog being one of them #god my autistic ass hates change so much #WE DON'T NEED KIDS IN THIS FANDOM #nu carnival #nu carnival aster #nu carnival morvay #nu carnival eiden #nu carnival yakumo #nu carnival edmond #nu carnival olivine #nu carnival quincy #nu carnival kuya #nu carnival garu #nu carnival karu #nu carnival blade #nu carnival dante #nu carnival rei #nukani

[daarka]

For those late to the party who want to know what the hell is going on with #OpenDnD, #StoptheSub, #DnDBegone etc, and why everyone is cancelling DnDBeyond subscriptions, I tried to do a crash course as succinctly as possible. OpenDnD.Games is a great resource for more in-depth details, and if you wish to do so, you can cancel your DnDBeyond subscription through this direct link (as there have been many reporting trouble in locating where to do so). Edit: Tweaked the very first detail below, as someone reminded me it was not a wholly accurate statement as I had initially written it. Apologies to everyone who already reblogged the first version of this :')

Hasbro acquired Wizards of the Coast (WotC) some time ago, but recently they got new leadership who said in an interview that they see D&D as "under-monetized". Hasbro is on the decline with finances, and WotC is its biggest cash cow. Why milk that cash cow through producing more content when you can instead revoke a legally irrevocable license that makes it impossible for 3rd party content creators to exist?

America loves a good monopoly. The old license that permitted the community to grow to what it is today was OGL1.0a, and without it, D&D would not be what it is right now, nor even close. They tried to shift to OGL1.1, a new license that is, in a word, PREDATORY. Horrific, nasty shit.

OGL1.1 was quietly sent to large creators to sign. It then got leaked. The community erupted. The backlash was loud and unanimous. WotC was radio silent for like two weeks. They finally gave a single-sentence "we'll explain soon" tweet on DnDBeyond's account. Then more silence.

A WotC employee reached out to large creators to blow the whistle on WotC. The source was verified, and they shared that WotC sees the community as an obstacle between them and their money, all they care about is bottom line, and they're delaying in hopes we forget and move on.

And also that they are mainly looking at DnDBeyond subscription cancelations to gauge the financial impact; they don't care about our sentiments, only our money. So everyone erupted into signal boosting for others to unsubscribe as the single and best way to make ourselves heard. Cue the mass unsubscribing.

Today (January 13th 2023), a shitty PR piece was posted on DnDBeyond full of blatant lies and, in my opinion, barely-contained saltiness. Right before that, though, OGL2.0 leaks came out; the tweaks they'd begrudgingly made following the backlash. 2.0 is basically just as bad as 1.1; they just spoke of it as being more changed than it was.

In other words, they keep bold-faced lying to a community of rules-lawyers who recreationally read fine print :)

Meanwhile, Paizo (creators of Pathfinder) has come to the rescue, vowing to release a truly open license that will allow everyone to continue pursuing the livelihoods they're passionate about; this is the Open RPG Creative License, or "ORC".

Canceling subscriptions immediately sends a potent message, even if you may have to resubscribe later for functionality in your games. You'll still have the remainder of your billing cycle to enjoy paid perks.

Everything's a little on fire, but I think we'll be okay ♥️

OGL1.0a was never meant to be revocable, as loudly stated in the past couple days by the very people who authored it. It is very likely that WotC is actually just bluffing and bullying, and is actually powerless to revoke it--something many lawyers more knowledgeable than myself seem to be suggesting. In which case, it is my greatest hope in all of this that 3rd party creators are able to continue doing what they love, with no further interruptions.

Remember: the majority of WotC and DnDBeyond employees feel the exact same way we do, but they don't have a choice. Hasbro is the enemy here. Be kind to each other, and know where blame should and should not be placed. If you want to stay up to speed, the account of @.DnD_Shorts seems to be a very active and informed voice, largely responsible for sharing the first leak. If Twitter makes you want to puke, I completely understand; DnD_Shorts also has a YouTube channel with frequent updates on the situation posted in video format.

It's cathartic to me to try to signal boost this stuff, and provide summaries that might help others stay informed. It helps me feel like I'm somehow able to affect these nasty things that are otherwise just inflicted onto lil guys in the community like myself.

However, this has been beyond exhausting and stressful. I'm going to start untangling myself and stepping back from posting about this issue so I can hopefully restore some of my own sanity.

It's been really crazy--in a good way--to see the power this community has when rallied together under a common threat. It makes me proud to be in that community.

At the end of the day, all TTRPGs are really just exercises in creativity and fun. The golden rule has always been and should always be that there is no right or wrong way to play, other than what suits you and those you play with. Likewise, no one should ever feel guilty or judged by others for playing one system over another. It's okay to like D&D5e despite all this. No matter how much they've tried, Wizards of the Coast cannot claim jurisdiction over the invaluable memories you've made, and what has become a creative outlet for countless people. Myself included.

Boycotting is a great way to be heard, since they only care about money. But continuing to use the content you have to play D&D5e is your prerogative, and hurts no one. Furthermore, it's also okay if you can't cancel your DnDBeyond subscription because you rely on it too heavily for your games. That doesn't make you a traitor. That doesn't estrange you from the community. DnDBeyond, at its core, is a great tool that is popular for a reason; it's the new leadership that is forcing it to become something it wasn't meant to be. One day, I hope to be able to resubscribe in good conscious, and I hope that day is soon.

To reiterate, if anyone's even read down this far... be kind to one another. Keep in mind that big enemies win when the party is divided. You can love or hate anything you want in the TTRPG sphere, but how you feel about it does not invalidate someone else feeling the opposite.

Be kind. Be patient. Be empathetic. We're already coming out on top.

#if youre considering taking an opposing stance to the community just to be contrarian or highIQ just. breathe. #the devil doesnt need as many advocates as he has honestly. #opendnd #stopthesub #dndbegone #dndbeyond #ogl #wotc #wizards of the coast #hasbro #dnd #dnd5e #ttrpg #paizo #pathfinder #onednd #dungeons and dragons #rpg #orc #open rpg license #openrpg #critical role #cr #daarka gekkers

[whxre-bxby]

"Colourful Pills"

"Colourful Pills" (in case you can't read the colours, sorry I got creative)

Recom Mansk x Recom Y/N

Masterlist

There are two versions of Mansk:

1. The quiet, soft and whipped one. He acts like this when he has a genuine crush and has fallen hard.

2. Mansk is cocky and confident, keeping up his badass and intimidating image. He may find you attractive but he isn’t in love.

(this is a friends with benefits arrangement)

Summary: Mansk has been your best friend for many years. When you go into heat, he is a good friend and there to help you :)

WARNINGS: SMUT, foul language, oral f. receiving, penetration, mating (with tsaheylu), heat fucking

Word Count: 6936

Mansk and I worked in the same department as humans. During the battle, we were sent out into the field at different times so we didn’t know we lost each other. 

I woke up first with Walker, Ja and Lopez. They had to wake us up in smaller groups in case something went wrong. Once we were dressed we were dismissed to take our new bodies for a ‘test run’. Walker and I went to the cafeteria to help some soldiers move heavy furniture. We were often assigned tasks like these because the RDA decided to take advantage of our height and strength.

The others were woken up after us and the second group came through the door which consisted of Prager, Brown, Warren and Mansk. 

I was holding up a huge cupboard by pressing it against my back to keep it from falling while the human soldiers worked on removing something from the wall behind it. Walker was standing nearby while Ja was sitting and just watched. 

“Ay, welcome back group 2.” Ja joked and Lopez grinned, getting up to greet his previous friends. 

After that was out the way they turned to Walker and me who were now both holding up the furniture. 

“Who are they?” Brown asked. It was difficult to recognise a face in Na’vi form. Especially when we had our backs turned to them.

“Walker and Y/N.” Lopez said, smiling when he saw how we were struggling. 

Mansk’s ears perked up when he heard your name. You had died? But more importantly, you were alive now? You were a part of the recom team?

He looked between the two Na’vi females and recognised you by your movements and hair. Yep, it was you. 

I turn around, pushing the cupboard upright by pressing my back into it again. Mansk had seen my face now and was relieved and happy to see me. 

My eyes meet his and I freeze. 

“Mansk?” I call out, wondering whether it was him. 

“You know her?” Prager asked and Mansk looked at his feet, grinning to himself in slight pride before walking to me. He knew the girl they were all watching. 

My mouth drops open and I straighten my posture, taking a step forward. 

“Y/N don’t let it go!” Walker shouts almost crumbling beneath the weight herself. I flinch and quickly turn around, helping her push it back up all the way. 

“God damn, it almost crushed us.” She says, wiping her forehead. I laugh lightly and apologise before turning back to my friend I’ve known for years. 

“Hey.” he said, smiling at me and glancing at the cupboard. 

“I didn’t know you-” 

“Yeah, I thought it might be a good idea.” Mansk says and I smile. “I didn’t know you signed up for the programme either.” he says to me. 

“Well, why not? Don’t have much to lose, so.” I say with a chuckle and his smile widens. 

From then on things went smoothly. Mansk and I felt comfortable with each other because we knew each other for so long. We sat together during meal times whenever one of us wasn’t already crowded up by other recom’s and we would mess around during training sessions. 

One day, the Colonel called all the recom’s into one of the lab rooms for some type of lesson or meeting. I followed Lyle who knew where to go. We were already a few minutes late because one of the doors didn’t react to our keycard. Mansk was walking behind me as we rushed past people and through hallways. 

Since many soldiers and other workers had never seen real Na’vi before in their lives, seeing the recom’s was interesting to them. When you would all walk somewhere, most people stopped what they were doing to watch. That was the case now as well and everyone moved out of our way. 

Mansk’s newly sensitive ears would catch a few comments some people dropped and since he was walking behind you he would see how mainly male soldiers would watch you go by and then joke or say something inappropriate. 

When he walked by he glared at them, stepping into their space to make them flinch out of the way. Once, he even snarled at a soldier and was surprised at how naturally it came to him. It just made him angry to see people ogle you. Especially because you were his friend. 

Lyle opened the door and we three stepped in, seeing the other recom’s already gathered around a large beamed-up display screen. There were two humans in lab coats getting a presentation started. 

The Colonel flashed a glare at Lyle for us being late before we went and stood by them. I walked over to Z-Dog who was also closest to me and Mansk was pulled to Prager and Lopez by Prager and Lopez so that he was roughly standing behind me. 

The two people started talking and it seemed they were explaining our bodies to us again. We had been informed of the main parts before we signed up to become recom’s but it seems they had more to add. 

About 20 minutes in I was starting to lose interest until one of them opened a small carton box and pulled out pills which were definitely not for humans to swallow. 

“Also, uh-  you three, “ One of them says, motioning to Walker, Z-Dog and me. “...will need to take these.” he says, holding up the yellow and green pills which look completely abnormal. Then he claps his hands and closes the presentation. 

Z and I exchange confused looks. He didn’t say why. 

“Okay, that’s it for today-” 

“Why do we need them?” I ask, putting my weight on one leg while looking at him with crossed arms. He stops mid-sentence and looks at me, seeming almost nervous. 

“Well- it’s complicated…” he says, looking at his work partner for help who is now avoiding eye contact with us. 

“I wanna know what it is before I take it.” I add and Walker nods, not seeming particularly happy. 

I hear the Colonel sigh and see him pinch the bridge of his nose if our noses even have those anymore. Maybe it was just a force of habit. 

“Y/N if I tell you te’ swallow those pills, you’re gonna swallow ‘em. Understood?” he asked and I uncrossed my arms. 

“Yes, sir.” I reply, looking away but the human intervenes. 

“No, it’s okay.” he says. 

“Completely understandable.”  the other adds on. 

He takes a deep breath. “You see, the Na’vi have certain seasonal behaviour.” he says and I listen, wondering where the fuck this is going. 

“That includes mating season.” he says and my smirk drops from my face. Oh no. Now I regret asking. Z looks at me and chuckles, seeing how mortified I look. 

“Female Na’vi go into ‘heat’ and since that season is approaching you need to take these.” he says, motioning back to the pills. I’m speechless and it seems everyone else is too. Everyone but the Colonel, who seemed to already know that. 

“Otherwise you won’t be able to work properly.” he says, seeming relieved it was over and how well he handled it. Z nudges me playfully and I slap her hand away, acknowledging my mistake of asking. 

“What’es that mean?” a recom a bit further away asks and the scientist sighs, seeming to regret their career choices. 

“ ‘Means Y/N will be uncontrollably horny if she doesn’t listen.” Z happily answers, sparing the human the trauma. 

“More like painfully horny.” Walker adds and chuckles. 

A few chuckles erupt around us and I clutch my face in my hand. I can feel someone’s eyes burning into me from behind but I refuse to turn around because I’m too embarrassed. 

“Just take them.” The person says, handing me a packet before giving them to Z and Walker. 

“Yes.” I mumble, examining and inspecting the pills from a closer angle. 

“How do we stop it if we forget to take ‘em?” Walker asks as the human returns to the front. 

“You can’t. The only other solution is, uh- mating.” he replies, adjusting his glasses and Walker wheezes. Z laughs at her reaction.

“Like, male and female?” I ask and Quaritch groans in frustration because he feels like he’s taking care of hormonal teenagers. 

Yet only we three had the courage to ask. 

“Yes, male and female.” the scientist reassures. 

“Hm.” I hum and Z glances at me. 

“Ask it now or I will.” she says, nudging my elbow again but I refuse, not wanting this to come up in conversation. Z-Dog however is ruthless and couldn’t care less. 

“What about female and female.” she looks at the scientist with a grin, resting an arm on my shoulder. I glance up at him and he seems nervous again. A recom snorts behind us and Quaritch has given up on his team.

“Uh- no that won’t work.” he says, no longer looking into our eyes. 

Z pretends to be heartbroken with the goal of further embarrassing me. 

“Damn, Y/N I thought we could have fun.” she pouts. 

“Shut up right now.” I whisper my threat, trying to hold back laughter. Walker is fighting her laugh too. Z’s smirk turns into a bigger grin before she nods, letting me be. 

The meeting is over and I’m one of the first people to exit the room, heading straight to our dormitories. 

Someone jogs to catch up with me and I glance at them, noticing it’s Mansk. Oh god. 

“Hey, where you runnin’ off to?” he asks with a breathy laugh. 

“Away from Zdinarsk.” I say, groaning and running my hand over my face. He laughs as we walk before his gaze falls to the pills I’m holding. 

“Can I see?” Mansk asks and I nod, handing him the odd-looking medication. 

“Well, at least you won’t lose ‘em.” he jokes, hinting to their absurd colour and I chuckle before he gives them back. “Yeah.” 

We reach our rooms and he pats my back. “You better take ‘em otherwise I’ll have to be fighting off the others for you.” Mansk jokes, his eyes gazing into mine as he rests his hands in his pockets. I smile and nod. 

“I’m not gonna risk it.” I say and he nods. 

“See you around.” Mansk replies with a smile and a light wave before walking to his room which was only a few doors down. I go inside to my shared room with Z and place the pills on the table. 

The next few days are normal but on the fourth day after the meeting, I woke up feeling really thirsty. My mouth is dry but somehow it is salivating at the same time. I sit up, looking down at my body only to realise I had kicked the blanket off of me while sleeping. My skin felt really warm and my head was a little fuzzy. 

I gasp, remembering the heat cycle. I get on my knees, holding on to the railing of the bunk bed and look underneath me only to find that Z-Dog was already gone. My heart sank even more and I quickly check the time. Shit. I overslept. Not just a little, it was already LATE AFTERNOON!

Climbing down the ladder I groan, pissed off the Z didn’t wake me. But maybe I was sleeping so tightly she couldn’t. 

The pills…

That didn’t matter that much though because my body was burning up and I needed to take the pills. 

They weren’t on the table anymore. I stand there, blankly staring at the spot I had left them in. Maybe Z thought they were hers? Or she took them on purpose to annoy me. Whatever she had done, it was bad and I was having a crisis. I dig through our bags and underneath our blankets, pillows and mattresses but there is nothing. No sign of them at all.

Okay plan B, find Z-Dog and get them back. 

I put my hand on the doorknob before freezing. My eyes scan my body before I look back up and let out a frustrated sigh. 

“Clothes.” I mumble, almost forgetting. But there was no time to get dressed in uniform so I just threw a t-shirt I found on a chair over me, keeping on my sleeping bra and shorts. 

“Go find Z.” I mumble, rubbing my forehead. I don’t know why I was speaking my thoughts out loud but it helped me organise them. 

I close the door behind me, speedwalking down the corridor before my body is punched with the feeling of thirst once again. It’s so extreme that I’m panting. 

“Water...” I mumble, hastily looking around. The plan of finding Z is gone now.

Perfect! Mansk’s room is right here. He’ll have water if he’s there. Without another single little thought going through my ‘heat drunk’ and clouded mind, I’m already knocking on his door. I raise my knuckles and knock again, calling out his name and before I can let my hand rattle his door once more he opens it, seeming confused as to why the knocking was so urgent. 

“Y/N?” he asks, standing in the doorway but I can’t even greet him I just push past Mansk and walk inside his room. He seems surprised but amused and closes the door behind him, turning to me.

I’m mumbling and chanting ‘water’ as I look for a water bottle or a can with any drink in it.

“What are you doin’?” he asks, smirking at me and my weird behaviour. 

“I’m thirsty.” I say as if it were the most obvious thing on the planet. 

“Right. And you ran out of water?” he asks, stepping closer. 

“No?” I reply. It hadn’t crossed my mind to go back to my room for water. 

Mansk doesn’t question it further and fishes a bottle out of his bag, handing it to me. I quickly grab the plastic, gulping down the water and panting once it’s done. Why am I still panting? It should be gone by now. 

“Damn. Are you okay?” he asked and I stared blankly for two seconds before looking at him and shaking my head. 

“I need to find Zdinarsk.” I say, putting the empty bottle down. “Help me find her please, it’s urgent.” I say, walking to the door but only making it halfway before my body tenses up and I’m instinctively pressing my legs together. 

Mansk seems agitated by something. He unclasps his hands from tightly balled fists before looking back up at me. “What happened?” he asked, sounding normal which made me forget his odd behaviour. Not that mine was any more normal. 

“I forgot to take my pills.” I mumble, palming my forehead before nervously looking at him as if he had a solution. Mansk chuckles, thinking I’m joking. How could someone lose such brightly coloured meds?

“Yeah, you lose your uniform too?” he playfully said back, grinning a little. I stared at him helplessly. I needed these pills now. 

“Mansk I’m serious. I can’t find them and I think Z-Dog has them-” I say, bending over and leaning my arms on my knees while I pant for air. 

The smirk falls right from Mansk’s face as he watches me carefully, studying my every move and my behaviour. 

“We need to-” I say, gulping and then gasping for air. “... find her, before I…” I say trailing off and standing upright, now looking at the ceiling. Sweat beads were forming on my skin and I felt my core throbbing. But I tried ignoring it as best I could because I didn’t want to make it weird for Mansk. 

“You sayin’ you didn’t take the meds?” he asks, wrapping a hand around the edge of a chair and squeezing it until his knuckles turn white. His ears are strained back and his tail starts swaying a little more wildly. Similar to the way mine is acting which I only notice now. 

“No, I couldn’t find-” 

“And you came here?” he asks, raising his voice a little. I look up at him and he notices how glossy my eyes have become. 

“I didn’t know where else to go-” I reply almost in a sob, my voice breaking. Suddenly I feel overly emotional. 

 “I thought you could help me.” I say, sniffling. Mansk tilts his head to the side a little and I notice how tense he is. 

“Help?” he repeats.

“Find Z so I can get the pills back and-” I whine, wrapping an arm around my waist. It was starting to ache between my legs and it was becoming extremely hard to ignore. 

“Y/N the pills won’t help now.” He tells me and my ears perk forward. 

What does he mean? How would they not?

“But the doctor said-”

“You have to take them before you… feel like this. Not during it.” Mansk states and I stare at him wide-eyed. That’s it then I’m done for. 

“They said it while you were leavin’.” he added, mumbling the last part. 

I whimper, hugging my waist and crouching down. What do I do now?

Mansk is watching me, fighting the urge to come to help me. 

The second you walked past him and into his room, he could smell your strong and sweet scent. It filled his nostrils and now it was all he could smell. It was addicting to him, luring him towards you so he had to resist for the sake of your friendship. But seeing you fight it like that made him feel bad. 

“It hurts…” I sob, my hands trembling a little. Never in my life have I experienced a feeling this intense. Nothing could compare to the cravings I had for the filthiest things I could imagine. 

“That bad, huh?” Mansk asks, taking a few steps towards me and I nod through a sniffle.

It would make Mansk a bad friend if he wouldn’t offer to help you. Not that he was pushing himself to do so. In fact, he was holding himself back from just doing what his own instincts told him to do. But you were important to him and he could never leave you hanging like this in misery. Mansk was able to give you what you needed and he was also more than happy to do so. 

“I can help you with that.” he offered, towering over my bent-over form. I look up through now teary eyes. The sight makes his stomach twist with excitement. 

Slowly I get up, pushing myself off my knees so that I’m standing in front of him. 

He was looking at me seriously and I could tell he wasn’t joking or making fun of me. 

“Help me?” I ask, completely dumbfounded and he nods, not tearing his eyes away from mine. I notice how much darker his have become. 

“How?” I ask, just wanting to make sure we mean the same thing. 

The corners of his lips turned upwards slightly as he admired my widely blown eyes nervously flickering and scanning his face. 

“Y/N what is it you want right now?” he asks, placing a finger beneath my chin to make me look at him. “What do you need?”

My lips part slightly as I feel the urge to answer but the answer is right in front of me. Since I’m too much mentally gone, I just truthfully answer. 

“You.” I whisper, oddly feeling no shame. Mansk looks very pleased with my answer. 

“How bad?” he teases, swiping his thumb over my wet lips.

I shivered, closing my eyes at the sensation for a second before looking back at him. 

“So bad…” I whisper, trying to stay composed but then I break. My eyebrows furrow and I whimper, clenching my thighs together. “Mansk I need you so much…” 

He wasn’t expecting you to be so desperate but it definitely turned him on by that much more. Now he was horny too and he felt his dick twitch at your words. 

“Fuck, babygirl you gon’ have me actin’ up if you keep doin’ that.” he smirked, admiring how flushed my cheeks have become. 

“You want me?” he asks, wanting to make sure one last time before you both overstep the boundary of your friendship. 

“Let me take care of you.” he whispers, leaning down and pulling my body flush against his. His hand wraps around the back of my neck as he pulls my face to his and our lips are firmly pressed against each other. I immediately melt into him, accepting everything he’s giving me.

“Yes.” I cry out, throwing my head back and he grins. 

I tightly clench my fingers around the cloth of his tanktop, humming into the kiss and he growls. 

Mansk’s hands are planted on my back, pulling me further into him as they trace down lower. Suddenly, he slides them down and gropes the flesh of my ass. I moan into the kiss and he takes advantage of that and lets his tongue explore my mouth. 

Mansk doesn’t keep you waiting for long though. He knows how bad you have it and quite frankly, seeing you like this has him becoming desperate for you too. But he will make sure you get what you need before he takes care of himself. 

We pull away for air and Mansk keeps his eyes locked with mine. 

“What you need from me, sweat’eart?” he asks, now breathing heavier too. 

I know what I want him to do but I’m still scared of making him uncomfortable. 

He smiles when you look away, noticing how shy you are even in this state. Mansk liked it. Mainly because you were always cocky and teasing around him. Finally, he got to see this side of you and it did things to him. 

“C’mon pretty, tell me and I’ll do it.” he cooed softly, cupping my cheek in a comforting way as he leaned in a little closer so that he could watch my every reaction. 

“Touch me…” I say but it comes out sounding like a squeak. Mansk groans through his clenched jaw, balling his fist up tightly again but this time in the cloth of my loose t-shirt. This is really putting all his self-control to the test. 

“Where?” He asks, wanting you to be precise so he can please you as best he can. That was really Mansk’s main priority right now. But he saw how your hot tears were threatening to spill and felt a little bad about making you spell it out for him. 

“Anywhere.” I whine, looking up at him with big eyes which are clearly asking for help while I sniffle. 

That’s all your best friend needs to hear. It’s also all he can stand and listen to because now he was no longer able to restrain himself from touching you. 

His hands rested on the side of my lower waist and he gently guided me backwards until my knees were pushed against the bed. 

He smiled to reassure me and I sat down on his mattress. He leaned down on his arms and connected our lips once again before tapping my thigh and signalling me to move over. I listened while my own stomach twisted in excitement and anticipation. 

He straightened his posture and his arms reached behind his back before he tugged his own top over his head. I couldn’t tear my eyes from him. He looked perfect in every goddamn way. Everything on him looked sculpted and so attractive I wanted to worship and touch his body.

But that wasn’t happening. At least not today because Mansk was here to help you. 

He leaned down, placing a knee on the bed and making the mattress dip before he crawled over to me. I had my head resting on his pillow and he smirked down at me. 

Never would he have thought he would have you like this. And all to himself too. 

When the heat cycle was mentioned, Mansk immediately felt protective again. He would make sure no one would get especially close to you, other than himself of course. You were close friends so there wouldn’t be any suspicions. 

His large, warm hands travel up my waist and with them he slowly pushes up the fabric of my shirt, making the cloth crinkle until it reaches above my chest. I lean forward and he helps me take it off so that I’m only left in my bra and shorts I wear to bed. 

“You’re so pretty, baby.” he mumbles, kissing down the warm skin of my neck. My hands find his bare torso and I trace his skin, exploring and feeling as much of him as I can. I’d seen him shirtless before during training but this was so much more intimate. 

He notices the way I shiver at his words, taking note of how his praise affects me. He’d use that to his advantage later. 

All fabric on my skin is now bothering me and finally, my knight in shining armour helps me by peeling my bra off. I sigh, feeling more comfortable with every piece of clothing being discarded. 

The sight makes his confident self falter for a few seconds. He always knew you were attractive. That was part of the reason he looked out for you so much too. Obviously, he cared for you but he knew that your looks often lured in the wrong kind of attention and he saw it as his duty to protect you from those kinds of people. 

But you weren’t just pretty or hot anymore, you were beautiful to him. 

Mansk leaned down, needing to touch you as much as you needed to be touched right now. 

He resumed his kisses, peppering them down my skin which made butterflies come to life inside me. I ran my fingers through his hair as he kisses down the valley of my chest. One of his hands came up from resting next to me and he gently massaged my breast, paying attention to my every sigh and hitched breath.

His ears would perk forward at every sound and movement you made and his tail was giving away his own excitement. But he still ignored it, using you as a focal point. 

I squirmed beneath him, craving more. “Mansk…” I breathe out and it encourages him to move on further. 

His hands trace down my sides until they reach the last remaining fabric on my body. Mansk’s fingertips hook underneath the waistband of my shorts and I lift my hips up. He interprets this as a clear indication of consent and pulls them down my legs, making sure my tail doesn’t get tangled in them. 

I was now completely bare in front of him and I heard Mansk sigh. His body relaxed as he stared down at me, admiring every curve and wrinkle on my body. 

“God, you look so beautiful.” he breathes out his compliment but it almost sounds like a curse escaping his lips. As if he was losing himself more every second he used, gazing at you. 

“Mansk, please-” I whine, surprising myself by raising one of my legs and opening them for him. 

He was speechless. Previously he had stated that he loved your shy side. But you showing yourself to him like that was the hottest thing he has ever seen and Mansk was officially pussy drunk. 

“Fuck.” he breathed out, moving further down the bed so he could properly look at you. His hands slide up my thighs and he gently parts them even further, being completely hypnotised by you. Your scent was the strongest it has ever been and he could now properly see how wet you were. Wet was an understatement at this point. You were wet when you woke up. Now you were dripping. 

The slick had covered your entire pussy and had already spread down the insides of your thighs a little. 

Mansk’s lips were parted and his mouth was salivating a lot at the sight gracing his eyes. He watches how your core was faintly pulsing, clenching around nothing and that’s when he finally understood how badly you needed his help. 

“What were you expectin’? Comin’ in here all worked up like this, huh?” he asked me, grinning as he lowered himself down on the mattress. I didn’t know how to answer and once I felt his breath fanning against my core, I couldn’t think straight. Mansk smirked before he wrapped an arm around my thigh. His fingers of his other hand gathered up the slick that drizzled down my thigh and he rubbed it back on my folds, finally touching me. 

I inhale sharply, letting my eyes flutter closed as I feel his fingers on me. He glides them through my folds before wrapping that arm around my other thigh. A few seconds, nothing happens and I go to lift my head but then I feel his hot tongue lick a long stripe from my aching hole to my clit and I let it drop back into the pillows, moaning. 

“Oh my god-” I breathe out and it sounds like music to Mansk. All self-control is now out of the window and Mansk just dives in between my legs with an open mouth. His tongue is licking every part of me it can access while he keeps his lips pressed against me. 

I cry out, resting one of my hands on his head while I bite down on my fist. I don’t want to be too loud in case someone is walking past the door. 

Mansk continues eating me out, flicking his tongue wildly, mixing his saliva with my slick. I’m already trembling and then he traces my entrance with it, lapping up any wetness he can still get before he pulls away and inserts a finger into me. I tense around it, finally feeling some sense of relief. 

He doesn’t stop and starts thrusting his long digit in and out of me before adding a second one. I’m arching my back off the bed while Mansk is intrigued with how the slick has coated his fingers already.

I’m so sensitive, especially to his touch that it doesn’t take long until I feel my orgasm approaching. 

“Mansk-” I choke out, gasping for breath. “I’m so close.” I whimper. He purrs happily against me, wanting me to cum all over his fingers.

The intense vibrations his body elicits, sending them through him from his lips make me lose my mind. His lips wrap around my clit and he’s licking and sucking it while thrusting his fingers into me at a faster pace. 

I almost scream his name and within seconds I’m cumming. My legs shake and my thighs clench around his head which he loves. He digs the fingertips of his free hand into the flesh of my thighs, relishing in the feeling of me holding him in place. I’m a moaning mess, gripping the sheets around me for dear life as I clench around his fingers. 

Mansk helps me ride out my orgasm, not letting his pace or movements falter for even a split second. 

Finally, my body slumps back down against the mattress and Mansk slowly stills his movements, cleaning me up with his tongue one last time before pulling away and smirking up at me. His lips were glossy from me and his tongue darted out, licking them clean too. 

“How’d that feel?” he asked, knowing it was good. Mansk just needed your reassurance. 

“Holy shit-” I say, breathing heavily while my chest is heaving like crazy.  “So good.”

His smirk turns into a devilish grin as he crawls back over me and places a soft kiss on my cheek. 

“You feel better?” he asked, wondering whether that solved it. But it didn’t. As the scientist said, only mating would make it go away. 

“A little bit.” I answer, leaning up against my elbows so I can look at him better. Mansk pulls away, sitting back on his knees. 

“It still hurt?” he asked me with curiosity. I saw how strained his pants were and I knew that that was the solution and answer to it all. 

“Mansk I need you.” I whisper, sitting up to be on the same level as him. My words surprise him.

He wasn’t sure whether it was okay for him to be intimate with you feeling like this. He didn’t want to take advantage of you. 

“You sure you wanna go all the way?” he asked me as if it wasn’t what I’d been needing this whole time. 

“Yes.” I answer, giving him a pleading look. “Please…” I add when I notice he isn’t entirely convinced. 

Mansk would love to do that more than anything but you meant so much to him he would never forgive himself if he hurt you or had you do something you would regret later. Luckily, the begging did it for him and he complied. 

“You want my dick?” he asked, the worry clearly fading as an amused smile painted his face again. 

“So much.” I reply while leaning back down. He’s hovering over me again, scanning my features. 

Seeing you all desperate for him makes his dick twitch in his pants. He nods, pushing himself up and undoing his belt with one hand. Something about that was really attractive and I watched with wide eyes. 

His eyes are fixed on my face and his confidence is fueled by the way I’m watching him strip. Mansk notices the goosebumps rising on my skin and he softly chuckles, dropping his head before finally pushing his pants down and kicking them away

I gulp. Wow. I was not expecting it to be so fucking… big. 

He looked painfully hard. I mean, his dick slapped up against his belly button when he took his pants off and it was still standing. I saw the veins on the underside of his length, making it pulse with how they were pumping blood through him. There was not a single thing I would change about Mansk.

“Don’t worry baby, you’re gonna get it all.” he cooed, his voice sounding a little raspy and much deeper. 

He climbed back over me, his arms resting on either side of my head almost caging me in. 

“Thank you.” I whispered. I no longer thought about anything I said, it just came out and it made Mansk laugh. He knew my mind was clouded with lust so he didn’t tease me about it but it amused him. 

His hips lowered down and pressed up against mine. I instinctively opened my legs and he then stroked my inner thigh.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and my fingertips found his braid. If we were going to do this we needed to do it properly. I gently wrap my hand around it, making Mansk stop his movements as I pull it over his shoulder and between us. 

His wide eyes lock with mine and then I pull my own braid forwards. 

“You really want to?” he asked, letting me take care of it to make sure I was really up for this.

“Mansk I need this.” I whisper and I watch how his pupils dilate, making his eyes go darker again. “Is it okay?” I ask him, not wanting to rush him into anything. 

“More than okay, sweetheart. “ he grinned, nibbling on the skin of my neck again, but this time on the other side. “ ‘Means no one else will get te’ see you like this.” Mansk purred, loving the idea that he wouldn’t have to worry about the others making moves on you anymore. You would be permanently marked as his and no one else could stand a chance. 

I smile, pinching the base of my braid and revealing my cord. I do the same with his and slowly bring them together. We form tsaheylu and get used to the feeling of being connected by spending a few minutes just breathing. When we open our eyes and our gazes meet, a lot has changed. Mansk could now feel how much I craved him and the lust in both of us grew. 

I spread my legs further, letting him press himself against me and gently grind into me. Our breathing is heavy, light panting filling the room as he pulls his hips away, lining them up so that his tip is pressing up against my entrance.

He looks at me one last time and I nod before he finally starts pushing into me. Pleasure fills us both but he doesn’t stop until he’s bottomed out. His abdomen presses against me and he can’t go any further. 

I gasp, biting down on my lower lip as he stretches me open. It doesn’t hurt, it just takes some getting used to. 

I sigh, relaxing after finally feeling full. Mansk is fighting himself to not move too much but the way you’re so tightly squeezing him is making that a very difficult task for the recom. 

“Move, please.” I whisper and relief floods him when he gets the green light. He slowly pulls out and then pushes back in, a little faster and easier this time. The warmth of my pussy and my wetness have already covered his entire length and Mansk is in heaven. 

“Fuck, you feel so good.” he growls the next time he pushes in. I whimper, wrapping a leg around his waist to encourage him to go faster. He does. His hips thrust up into me, bottoming out once again and I moan. The noise makes him open his eyes and he keeps the same pace. His hand wraps around the thigh resting on him, holding it close to his body while his hips start rutting into me harder every time.

“Mansk-” I whine. “Don’t stop…” 

He growls in response. Our ears are flattened back against our heads and he’s baring his fangs with every pant. Mansk’s eyebrows are knitted together in pleasure and his lower lip is bruised with how hard he’s been biting down on it. 

“You’re takin’ me so well baby.” he breathily says, dropping his head down close to me. I live off of his praise and he knows that by the way I clench around him. It has him feeling ecstatic so he continues. 

“Bein’ so good f’ere me.” he growls and I whimper, holding onto his shoulder as I feel the pressure build up in my lower abdomen again. 

“I’m gon’ fill you up real good, okay?” Mansk says, looking at me for permission and I nod, digging my nails into his back. 

Normally I’d never cum from just penetration but now I can feel his pleasure too and my high is so close once again. 

“Let go, baby.” he whispers into my ear, pressing his cheek against mine while he feels how close my orgasm is. 

My body shakes and with the next few thrusts, I’m cumming again. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I could swear I see stars for a second. My legs clamp around his waist and the feeling makes Mansk lose it. His hips stutter as he plunges into me as deep as possible, riding out our orgasm while he pumps me full of his cum. I feel so full and I wish more than anything in the world that this high would last longer. 

Both of us calm down a little, gathering our breath and our senses while Mansk stays tucked away deep inside me. I can feel him throbbing inside me and my limp legs fall from his waist. 

Mansk inhales deeply before gently lowering himself down onto my body. I wrap my arms around him while he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck and we calm down in each other’s presence. 

“You feel better now?” Mansk asks and I chuckle. 

“Much better.” I whisper, raking my fingers through the short hair on his head again. 

“Thank you.” I say and he lifts his head and smiles at me. 

“Hate to do this to you, but the Colonel expects to see you today. We have work to do.” Mansk says and I groan, rubbing my eyes. 

“Right. I forgot.” I mumble as Mansk gently pulls out. Our cords have automatically disconnected now and he slowly got up, handing me my clothes. 

“Forgot that too?” he joked and I smirked. 

“I swear it wasn’t my fault. Z-Dog has them.” I protest, sitting up and getting dressed. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Wanna make this a bet?” he asks with a smirk. 

“Sure.” I reply confidently, making him smile more.

“I win, you give me head. You win, I give it to you again.” he says, leaning against the wall with his pants already on and giving me a devilish look. 

“Fine, have fun redoing your part.” I say and he chuckles and nods while we both finish getting dressed and I walk to his door.

“You know this is a win-win situation for me, right?” Mansk grins with his arms folded in front of him and I stop to look at him. 

“Same goes here, I’ll see you tonight then.” I say, flashing him a grin as we leave his room. 

Mansk watches out for me the rest of the day, almost never leaving my side. I find Z-Dog but she pretends like she has no idea what happened to my meds. But I know she took them and I was going to prove it.

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[okjeno]

𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎

› 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

› 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭; 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐨, 𝐂𝐄𝐎!𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐨

› 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓.𝟔𝐤

› 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐱/𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐨, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭/𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚/𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦/𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐨/𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐚𝐝/𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

› 𝐀/𝐍: 𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐬! 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

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“Hyung, stop putting me on speaker, I’m tired of listening to Jaemin’s fucking whining!”, your husband’s loud voice cuts through the quietness in your shared home, making your ears perk up in anticipation.

You patiently stay seated on the couch, not knowing if he’s even aware of your presence as he bursts into laughter and sends tiny jolts of warmth right into your chest to remind you just how much you‘ve missed him.

It’s been so long; way too long for your personal liking.

However, none of this has come as a surprise to you, because after all, you knew what to expect as his wife.

This is the Lee Jeno you fell in love with in your second year of High School.

Hard working, ambitious, disciplined, organized and always the one to get exactly what he wants and who knows how to get it.

Most of these being actual reasons why you fell in love with him in the first place.

And at this point you’ve lost count on how many times his attitude and general lifestyle has helped you to get your shit together and become the person you are today. Throughout the years, both of you have constantly been working towards the best versions of yourselves and while Jeno would have done it anyway, you would have probably given up halfway through the journey.

It was him. It’s always been him.

No matter how many times all those dark thoughts and doubts have gotten to you, Jeno was always the one to help you fight them. So many nights spent in each other’s arms, blocking out the world and just focusing on the feeling of complete security and acceptance around you before he built you up again and put you back onto your feet.

The older you get, the worse your states of anxiety have become and although you've been dealing with it a lot better than before, you still struggle to shut it down completely on your own, especially with the fear of losing the one person who never once failed to pull you out of it.

Which is why, you couldn’t help but imagine the worst when people used to warn you of possible changes which might come with being married.

Despite taking notice of your overreaction and your anxiety taking over you again, you still found yourself distancing yourself from your husband.

You developed distance as a self defense mechanism in your youth to avoid any further heartbreak by the opposite party doing it first and even after all these years of being with him, basically knowing him like the back of your hand and trusting him with your whole heart, you still let those doubts and fears get to you.

It’s not like Jeno has changed since the two of you have gotten married almost two years ago. He’s still the loving, caring and incredibly understanding man you fell for all those years ago.

But recently he’s been spending a lot more time at work; leaving early in the morning and coming home way later than usual – you barely get the chance to look at his face in daylight anymore.

And of course, the sudden change in his working pattern turned out to be ideal for your anxiety to feed off of.

Because the less you’re seeing him, the less time he spends at home, the deeper you fall into this dark hole and for the first time in years you can’t get yourself to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

However, you’ve had enough.

You miss your husband, physically and mentally craving his presence, his touch, his words and although it’s taking you every bit of energy and self control, you manage to push those anxious thoughts all the way to the back of your head and keep the focus on the real issue.

By the time you’re done nervously staring at your hands, Jeno has already made his way through the hallway and is still busy listening to Mark on the phone; his ring clad fingers tightly wrapped around a glass of whiskey when he eventually discovers you.

“Baby, you‘re still up”, he says, perfect brows arched in surprise before he lifts a finger to stop you from responding, “I’ll call you tomorrow, Hyung. Have a good one”, your husband quickly ends the call and places his phone on the dinner table before he approaches you with a soft smile on his handsome face.

You inhale shakily, taking in the sight of him after not having the chance to for so long and the longer you look at him, the worse the urge to burst into tears becomes.

“My love”, he whispers softly, a genuine, yet exhausted smile placed on his pretty face as he comes to sit down next to you on the big couch, “you shouldn‘t have stayed up for me, baby, it‘s so late!”, he chuckles gratefully and places one of his big hands on your cheek.

His eyes start roaming your face attentively, the way they always do, to see if he can read your mood through your facial expressions. You move even further into his warm touch, your body so starved, you feel yourself growing aroused from something as simple as the feeling of his thumb caressing your cheek.

Of course it‘s not just that, but also his familiar scent, a mixture of his rather spicy yet comforting cologne and a hint of vanilla, as well as the warmth he‘s radiating most of the time.

Your lids flutter shut when his thumb moves to your chin and down your throat, a couple of his fingers now softly grazing your shoulders which are on full display because of the camisole you are wearing. The cold metal of his rings sends shivers down your spine and at the thought of having one of those pretty hands firmly buried in between your legs, you can‘t help but press your thighs together and let out a soft sigh.

“I missed those pretty sounds”, Jeno whispers, his voice a lot deeper, raspier and more strained than just a moment ago and you can‘t believe how just that tiny change has your pussy clenching even more desperately.

You slowly open your eyes, bottom lip firmly pulled between your teeth and heart almost brutally slamming against your rib cage.

“Is that why you stayed up, pretty one? You want me to fuck you? Have you grown that needy yet?”, your husband chuckles softly, excitement gleaming in his pretty eyes and if it wasn‘t for his words, you would have lost yourself in their familiarity.

“But I can‘t and won‘t blame you because I feel the exact same. It‘s been way too long”, he suddenly whispers, placing his glass on the little table next to the couch before he takes off his expensive watch and gets rid of his tie; his gaze never once leaving your needy one. You know he‘s enjoying the way you‘re practically squirming underneath him, whereas you struggle to care about how desperate you are for him.

“You‘re so quiet, baby, is everything alright?”Jeno says with worry swinging in his tone, eyes focusing the way you are busy pulling on your fingers and basically serving your nervousness on a silver plate.

A deep sigh leaves your lips when you realize that there‘s no point in even trying to hide what‘s bothering you, not when you have a husband as attentive and careful as Lee Jeno.

“I miss you, Jeno”, you whisper and finally get yourself to lift your head and actually look at him, forcing yourself to maintain eye contact despite the thick veil of tears covering your sight.

“Oh, baby, I–”, “It‘s just...you work so much and on your days off you go and spend time with your boys and I can‘t help but feel like you‘re purposely avoiding me, even if you are this sweet to me. I know I don‘t have the right to feel this way because you’re pouring everything into your work and don‘t get me wrong, that‘s one of the reasons I‘m so in love with you, but it‘s been so, so long since we just had a whole day to ourselves. Just the two of us lazing around, watching trashy movies and fucking every now and then, like we used to do”, the words just keep coming, your chest growing lighter and lighter the more you speak and despite the volume of your heart literally thrumming inside your throat, you can‘t help but feel relieved.

Jeno never once stops looking at you, his hands firmly wrapped around yours as he listens to your every word.

“Jeno, we haven‘t had sex in a month”, you say and gulp harshly, “and in the beginning, I didn‘t really care because I know just how exhausting and tiring work is for you. But then I came to visit you in your office and saw the women you were surrounded by and ever since that I can‘t stop myself from thinking that maybe that‘s why you refuse to touch me”, your voice breaks at the end of your sentence, followed by two thick tears streaming down your cheeks and a little sob falling past your lips.

You don‘t want to cry; you weren’t planning on doing so, but the pain and heaviness of not being enough for someone as perfect as Jeno comes crashing down on you a lot faster than you expected it to.

“And that‘s okay!”, you suddenly say and lift your hands up to show him how okay you are with it as you nervously wipe away your tears. “My body has changed a lot ever since we first got together and we‘ve been with each other for so long, I won't ever blame you for actually leaving me to find someone else, seriously”, your words are raw, they‘re everything you‘ve been worrying about but they‘re also nothing but the truth.

Lee Jeno is way out of your league; always has been and always will be.

In all those years you‘ve been with him, he‘s only grown taller, muscles even stronger, face even sharper. Whereas you‘ve been struggling to get to the point where you feel absolutely satisfied with yourself.

Usually you manage to ignore those self-destructive and criticizing thoughts, mostly because Jeno has ever failed to make you feel good about yourself. But in the past few weeks, you haven‘t even had the motivation to put on your favorite lingerie to send your husband some teasing pictures the way you like to. The thought of annoying him or actually turning him off with the sight of yourself hadn‘t left you alone so you opted to hate yourself instead.

“My love…”, Jeno sighs and tilts his head back with a soft sigh before he places his hands on your waist and makes you straddle his lap.

You‘re quick to wrap your arms around his shoulders and push your face into the crook of his neck. This type of intimacy is the one you‘ve been craving the most: holding and being held by him. Slowly, but surely you feel yourself calming down and it doesn‘t take long for your cries to die down.

His warmth, scent, presence and soft touches build the perfect wall of security, comfort and protection you‘ve been trying to create for the past few weeks, yet have failed miserably every single time.

“Thank you for talking to me about this instead of bottling it up even more”, he begins, the deep bass of his voice sending vibrations through your chest, “I‘m sorry for making you feel this way. I really am. For me, you’ve always been so perfect and that won’t ever change. To think that you think this way actually breaks my heart and I promise I will try my best to make you feel more loved and appreciated just as I used to.”, Jeno whispers, his hands softly roaming your body and in combination with his warm body so close to yours, you calm down completely.

“It‘s just been really stressful at work and I didn‘t want to burden you with it because I know how much you worry about me. I love my job, after all i get to do what I love and work with my best friends but I‘ve been neglecting you and that was and will always be the one thing I want to avoid, no matter how busy I get”, Jeno‘s words are genuine, they‘re sincere and they‘re everything you wanted to hear.

“I don‘t want you to feel obligated to spend time with me, Jeno”, you reply and tilt your head to the side, your fingers grazing his pretty features softly, enjoying the familiarity of his gaze.

“Obligated? Baby, you‘re my wife. We‘re supposed to be there for each other and I‘ve promised to make you happy no matter what, and you know I always keep my promises”, Jeno replies and presses a soft kiss against your lips, his tight grip on your waist builds the sweetest contrast to it and easily leaves you longing for more.

“It’s been so long, all I‘ve been daydreaming about was you”, he breathes, sending shivers down your spine and with a soft whine, you bury your fingers in his thick hair, “the amount of times I‘ve fucked my fist to the thought of you is embarrassing, but I couldn‘t help it”, you gulp harshly at his lewd words, the mental image of your husband jerking off to you while you had convinced yourself he wasn’t as attracted to you anymore, definitely manages to boost your ego in just the right way..

You feel yourself growing hotter, the temperature in the room almost suffocating you and suddenly the thin camisole feels as heavy as a thick winter coat.

Jeno lets out a soft grunt at the way you start pulling at his hair, his hands now anxiously groping the soft flesh of your thighs as he desperately tries to pull you even closer to his body. He starts littering your neck in open mouthed kisses, his hot breath fanning against your sensitive skin before he thrusts his hips up and elicits the sweetest moan from your throat just like that.

Usually you would have been embarrassed by the wet patch on your panties, especially because he hasn’t even done anything yet, but this time you can’t get yourself to care; arousal clouding your mind in a way you’ve missed it oh, so much.

“Baby…”, Jeno groans, throwing his head back with a deep moan when you start circling your hips against the growing bulge in his pants, the friction giving your neglected clit just what it needs.

“Feels so good”, you whimper, pulling at his hair even more and losing yourself in the pleasure as soon as your husband meets the movements of your hips with lazy thrusts of his own.

“Look at my slutty little angel girl”, he sighs, his voice even raspier than before and if it wasn’t for the way he’s finally decided to pay some attention to your breasts, you would have lost your mind, “you’re so desperate and needy for my cock, hm? Just because you haven’t gotten your cunt fucked in a hot minute? How pathetic…”, the sound of those dirty words falling past his plump lips have you whining out loud almost shamelessly; after literal weeks of not hearing them, you can’t and won’t even try to deny just how much they get to you.

“Just for you”, you breathe against his mouth, pulling the flesh of his bottom lip into your mouth and sucking at it softly; Jeno rewarding you with a deep grunt as he guides your hips to move your needy cunt over the whole of his clothed cock.

“Of course it’s just for me, baby”, Jeno replies and pushes your camisole over your barely covered ass, kneading the soft flesh harshly before he lands a harsh spank on your left cheek; the beautiful combination of pain and pleasure pushing you even further into the thick haze of lust.

“I own this fucking cunt after all ”, he whispers into your ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth, “it’s all mine to use and fuck as I please. Only I get to stuff this tight pussy of yours full of my cum. Am I right, baby?”

You start nodding like crazy, your fingers nervously fumbling with the buttons of his dress shirt as the sudden need to feel his skin underneath yours overwhelms you.

“Cat got your tongue, pretty girl?”, Jeno suddenly hisses and wraps his ring clad fingers around your throat, pulling your attention back to his face within a moment and as if the feeling of his tight grip wasn’t enough, he continues to roll his hips into yours, pushing the tip against your throbbing clit with every single movement.

“Yes, you’re right”, you whisper, your eyes lazily taking in the sigh of your husband’s flushed cheeks and bit swollen lips; his strong gaze fixating you like his life depends on it.

“There we go, good girl”, he smiles and softly pushes you from his lap and the sudden lack of pressure on your clit makes you whimper desperately. In fear of any form of distance, you take the fabric of his dress shirt into your palm, gripping it tightly as you look at him with teary eyes.

“Jeno…”, Jeno looks at you with his brows arched in surprise, obviously not expecting this kind of reaction from you and at the sight of your quivering bottom lip, he can’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

“I’m here, baby. Don’t worry, I’m going to fuck your little pussy the whole night and make you cum as much as you want, okay? But I have to take my clothes off first and while I do that, you can prepare that tight cunt of yours for my cock, hm?”, your husband says softly, his hand caressing your naked thigh before he stands up to get himself undressed.

You let out a shaky sigh, your panties already sticking to the wet flesh of your cunt to the point of discomfort and for the first time ever since your first time (with Jeno), you find yourself hesitating to get naked in front of your husband.

After weeks of struggling to like the person in the mirror until you eventually stopped looking at yourself completely, the thought of showing yourself off to the man you are so in love with, seems more than just scary.

And of course, Jeno is quick to notice; almost instantly halting his movements as he watches you fumble with the hem of your camisole.

“You don’t have to take it off, baby”, he says and shrugs off his dress shirt to reveal his strong torso to your hungry eyes, the dark lines of his tattoos building the most beautiful sight in contrast to his pale skin.

“I fucking love your body. Every mark, every scar, every single thing you hate about yourself. You’re perfect to me, my love, please don’t ever forget that”, you gulp harshly, the genuine tone in his voice taking away some of the heaviness on your chest and you feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, “and I’m sorry that I haven’t been there for you. But before everything, I want you to feel comfortable with me, okay?”

With a soft sigh and an appreciative smile, you start nodding, a single tear running down your cheek as you enjoy the hungry gaze of your husband roaming your body.

You manage to get a grip of yourself a moment later, pulling your ruined panties down your legs and handing them to Jeno as if it was the most normal thing to do. And for you – it kind of is.

Ever since the two of you had first started getting intimate with each other, Jeno had always asked for your underwear, shamelessly pressing the crotch to his nose to inhale the scent of your arousal.

“Come on, pretty girl, you know I won’t fuck you if you don’t prepare yourself first”, Jeno mumbles and fumbles with his belt, staring at you with hooded eyes and an almost devilish smirk on his lips.

A shiver runs down your spine as you pull down the straps of your camisole with shaking fingers, pushing the fabric down until you finally expose your naked chest to your husband’s prying gaze. You watch the way he stops what he’s doing as he waits for you to do what he’s asked you to do and with another shaky inhale, you let your hand wander in between your spread legs.

“You’re afucking mess, pretty one”, Jeno remarks, finally pushing his pants down his thick thighs, “can’t wait to fill that tight pussy up to the brim with my fat cock. You better stretch yourself, baby, Daddy’s not going to go easy on you tonight.”

And as soon as those words leave his lips, you plunge one one of your fingers into your wet hole, a soft moan escaping your throat at the feeling of your digit dragging along your sensitive walls. Only a couple of pumps later, you add another one; your whole body craving the feeling of being filled until you can’t breathe and after having to use your fingers to get yourself off for so long, you can’t wait to finally get what you’ve been wanting so badly.

With almost practiced flicks of your wrist, you manage to hit all the right places as you rub your clit against the palm of your hand, pushing yourself closer to your orgasm and easily blending out the presence of your husband. A row of soft moans leaves you, the feeling of your fingers just slightly grazing that sweet spot deep inside of you has you arching your back desperately.

“Baby”, Jeno’s deep voice pulls you out of your dazing haze of arousal, “I told you to stretch yourself out, not make yourself cum”, he hisses, pulling your fingers out of your clenching core before he holds your hand up for both of you to see the amount of juices covering your digits.

“I’m sorry, Daddy”, you whimper and gulp harshly, trying your best not to press your thighs together when Jeno wraps his tongue around your fingers and starts lapping up your arousal.

“Fuck”, he moans loudly, pushing your legs apart even further before his gaze drops to your glistening cunt, “I want to eat that pretty pussy of yours so badly, baby”, Jeno whispers, his nails digging into the skin of your thighs before he moves one of his hands up to grope your breast, harshly pulling at your perky nipple.

“No!!”, you whine and sit up, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and staring at him with another pout on your lips, “can you please fuck me first? Need you to stuff me with your cock”, you add, moving your hand up to palm his rock hard erection through the fabric of his boxer briefs, of course taking the opportunity to caress the warm skin of his torso.

But instead of replying, Jeno just scoffs, pushing your hands away from his body before he wordlessly makes you lay back down on your back again, his ice cold gaze making you whimper in anticipation. Despite watching him lift his hand, you can’t hold back the loud yelp when he suddenly lands a harsh spank on your cunt, followed by a second and a third one; the delicious sting sending tears into your ears and eliciting a row of high pitched moans from you as the throbbing of your clit intensifies.

“Oh, angel girl”, he groans and – finally – pushes his fingers underneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, “we both know if it hadn’t been this long, I would have made you ride my face for hours, so you better be grateful Daddy’s just as needy as you tonight…”, you let out a sigh of relief, followed by a gasp when your husband slowly pulls his underwear down his thighs, his thick cock slapping against his abs and almost instantly making you whimper.

“Patience, my love”, Jeno mumbles before he gets comfortable between your legs and then starts teasing your needy clit with the wet tip of his hard length.

“Ready, baby?", he whispers against your lips, giving you one last kiss on the lips before he slowly pushes into you; the slick sounds of your walls taking him in the only thing you hear before Jeno’s loud moan fills your ears.

"Fuck, you're always so fucking tight, no matter how many times I fuck you", he hisses through gritted teeth, giving you the time to adjust to his impressive size, your breath hitching in your throat because of the amount of pleasure rushing through your veins.

"I missed this little cunt so fucking much, baby", your husband mumbles against your cheeks before he starts slowly moving his hips.

"Missed your cock, too", you whine, “so much”, your nails scratch the skin of his broad back when his movements start picking up pace.

His long and sensually slow strokes against the sensitive walls of your cunt give you a hard time focusing on anything else but the sweet anticipation. Jeno hums at your words, his thrusts even deeper than just a second prior and the way he pulls all the way out only to thrust into you with full force, has your head spinning. Your mouth falls open as his harsh pounding elicites loud moans from you with every single thrust and at this point, you're not even trying to keep quiet.

Jeno fucks you hard and fast, edging you multiple times as he brings you close to your orgasm, only to pull away just as you're about to cum. Your pussy starts clenching around his thick cock like crazy, your whole body on fire with sweat dripping down your temples and your own drool coating your chin because of your inability to close your mouth.

“P-Please, Jeno", you whimper hoarsely, your clit throbbing in need every time your husband grazes your sweet spot with the head of his cock.

“A little longer, baby”, he encourages you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his grip on your waist tightens with every single one of his movements, “I want you to cum with Daddy, okay? Come on, you got this. I know you do, after all you’re my good girl, right?”, your husband whispers, pulling away to lift your legs up and place them over his shoulders, basically folding you in half.

The pleasure slowly but surely starts crashing down on you in literal waves, suffocating you in the best way possible as you enjoy the feeling of being stuffed so full. Your moans

grow louder, tears start streaming down your cheeks and your juices gushing out of your spasming hole every time Jeno enters you.

“You’re so beautiful like this, baby”, you whine at his words, his hot breath sending goosebumps down your body and pushing you deeper into the sweetest haze of tenderness and pleasure, “I’m so lucky to have an angel as perfect as you. Fuck, I’m so in love with you”, Jeno lets out a row of loud moans when your cunt starts spasming around his cock.

It doesn't take long for the knot In the pit of your stomach to start tightening, the bittersweet feeling of arousal rushing through your body way too intense to not result in a rather quick and intense high. You start clenching around him, your cunt hugging his cock as tight as a damn vice, easily eliciting deep grunts and sinful groans with every single time and the way Jeno is digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your breasts because of it has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"I'm so c-close", you whispers, throwing your head back, harshly pulling at your husband’s thick hair as pleasure is taking up the last bits of your sane mind, "Jeno – fuck – I love your cock so much", you moan, slowly losing yourself in the urgent need to finally reach your much-needed climax but also because you know how much your husband loves being worshipped.

"More, baby", he whimpers into your ear, speeding up the movements of his hips,his thrusts reaching an almost brutal pace, "I'm almost there, I wanna cum with you", he continues and with a soft nod you do as he asks.

"Your cock was made for my cunt. Nobody can fuck me as good as you can", you say, a high pitched moan following your praise, "only you and your big cock can make me feel this way, s-shit, I love you so fucking much.”

It doesn't take another minute of him rubbing firm circles into the sensitive nub as you finally stumble over the edge.

“You've been so good for me, baby, so fucking good. Cum for me,make me proud", Jeno orders and with the words leaving his beautiful lips, you stumble over the edge.

High pitched moans and loud whimpers fill the room as you're trying to handle the waves of pleasure overwhelming your whole body. Your sight blurs for a solid second, the intensity of your orgasm taking your breath away and you feel like you'll pass out.

Jeno’s hungry gazes lingers on you as he helps you ride out your orgasm. You take a deep breath after finally calming down again, your fingers finding his cheek before you look him in the eyes and wrap your hand around his throat. A choked out moan leaves his lips, his hips stuttering as you apply pressure, his gaze never leaving yours and the way he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth makes you clench around him.

"Fuck, I love you so much, baby", he whispers, his voice still strained from the lack of oxygen and you can tell by his sloppy thrusts and soft whines that he's about to reach his high.

"I love you, too. So, so much", you whisper into his open mouth, your lips connecting as you start swallowing his beautiful noises and with one last thrust, Jeno’s whole body tenses up as he coats the inside of your cunt with his cum . And just as usual he pulls out quickly, two thick spurts covering your drenched pussy as well. Your husband throws his head back with a sharp inhale before his gaze shifts back between your legs and he watches his orgasm dribbling out of your tight cunt with excitement and heavy lust sparkling in his eyes and you can't help but smile.

Jeno starts massaging your thighs softly for a couple of minutes, both of you coming down from your high while taking in the sight of one another until your husband gets up and disappears in the guest bathroom.

You watch him come back with a wet washcloth in his hand and messy hair lazily falling into his flawless face, a few single strands falling into his handsome face; making you sigh sleepily because of how good he looks with his flushed cheeks and your marks on the pretty skin of his neck and chest.

Your husband carefully cleans you up and litters your skin in soft kisses as he whispers soft words of gratitude and praise, making it even easier for you to fall in love with him all over again.

After a quick post-sex cuddle session on the couch, Jeno basically forces you to pull through with your night time routine, softly telling you about his day at work as he brushes his teeth and applies his skin care products.

By the time Jeno has his face buried in the crook of your neck again, you’re ready to pass out right then and there; not even struggling a little bit to actually fall asleep for the first time in weeks thanks to your husband.

“Thank you for being by my side, my love”, he whispers against your skin, making you smile softly.

Just as you get yourself to reply with a love confession, Jeno pulls away and looks into your eyes before he whispers: “you’re everything I’ve ever asked for and I won’t ever take you or your presence in my life for granted.”

#nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct x female reader #jeno smut #nct dream smut #lee jeno x reader #jeno x reader #nct dream x reader #nct

[xxcherrycherixx]

fuck it, we always talk about the apple hate but we never talk about the blondie hate-

that is my bbgirl my best friend, she's my pal. she's my home boy, my rotten soldier. shes my sweet cheese, my good time boy

and ppl always be bashing her for being "annoying and sticking her nose into shit" like bestie im sorry she's not another copy of literally all the other princesses- like yall want her to be holly? who is like forgettable af but hey shes not "annoying" (sorry holly enjoyers, but i legit forget about her existence so much)

she's such a fun character! her entire shit is be gay do crimes hun, she breaks into houses on the regular and just vibes there, she has like 4 restraining orders against her- she picks locks so good that people regularly just go to her when they need to sneak into places

she looks at girls with this face!

THAT IS HEART EYES MOTHERFUCKER NO ONE ELSE WAS LOOKING AT CUPID LIKE THAT, ONLY THE COUPLES BE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER LIKE THAT THIS BITCH GAY GAY AND THEN THE WAY SHE SNAPS OUT OF IT AND JUST KEEPS STARING FOR A GOOD WHILE LIKE "oh shit well that's something i didn't know about myself-"

queen shit.

she wants to fit in so bad!!! she wants friends!!! she is my sad little meow meow!! she wants to become a reporter probably because her momma would tell her about how she use to work on the school newspaper!! And her momma would be so proud of her if she became a big time reporter!!🥺

she is so desperate to fit in, she's so ashamed that shes not real royalty like all her friends are that she feels she has to lie about it, and in blondie branches out where she tells a slightly more accurate version of her family and apple calls it a just right royal story, she's so happy and she looks so sweet!! she needs some validation babes!!!

she just wants friends!! the way she lies about her lineage is always to try to get the other royals to like her, she thinks she has to be like them for them to want to be her friends!! there's a hierarchy in ever after high that gets more detail in the books, royalty gets treated like celebrities with specialty seating and other perks. blondie is like every child who grew up in a fancy school when your family didn't have much, you see your friends constantly going on about their big house with a pool or the new shoes that cost more than your entire wardrobe and you start to feel alienated from the group. once more she needs some validation!!! help my girlie out!!!!

and the way she breaks into the bears homes, she believes they're her friends. so to her its fine to come over and ask momma if she has anything to eat, and the bears themselves don't really tell her to her face that shes not welcome. it seems baby bears outburst is the first time the bears have openly reacted negatively to her presence and blondie just thinks it was something to do with the other girls.

onto our big boy: BLONDIE IS SO FUCKING DISABLED CODED.

she cant understand social cues and is a perfectionist, her special interest is her show, she is picky when it comes to food preferring her safe food of porridge. this girl is a dead ringer for a bitch on the spectrum (this is coming from a bitch on many specrtrums including the autistic one) the thing is what i hate most is that when people hate on blondie, they're hating her for her neurodivergent traits. they might not realize it but that's completely what it is. "she's nosy and rude" she doesn't understand that what she is doing is rude, she cant tell when she crosses a line, i have done shit like that so many times like saying things i see as true and upsetting the other person and not realizing why.

she also has very strong signs of adhd with how much and how fast she talks and her lack of focus as shown in just sweet, just sweet shows these traits so perfectly, it was the episode that truly made it clear that this girl isn't neurotypical at all. i feel people call her annoying because of this, she talks so much and pair that with her autistic traits and she becomes unlikable for so many, but she's such a sweet girl underneath, there's a reason people still willingly hang out with her and that's because despite the fact she has these traits that come off as negative. she's still a kind girl happy to help her friends, she refuses to out ashlynns and hunters relationship because she can recognize that would be mean to her friends, she accepts helping raven out despite the fact her and the rebel haven't always been on the best terms, she invites poppy to the blue moon forest fest and is implied to help holly with picking locked doors enough for holly to consider her a close friend.

blondie is not your typical perfect character like so many of the cast is, but that's a good thing because if she was then she would just be another background character to forget about. she has her own personality and she has her own interests, she is one of the most neurodivergent coded characters in the series.

did i mention this girl has to be a woman enjoyer? because i swear she has to be- at some point she has to realize that maybe her extreme pickiness when it comes to boys is less about that individual not being just right but instead boys as a whole not being just right for her. do i need to show the heart eyes picture again?

#ever after high #blondie lockes #this post took so many turn tonally #im filled with so much brainrot for her #its the autistic connection #she's my new entrapta #i just wanted to scream about her frfr im so in love with her

[eepyuii]

frostbite — pt. 2

pairing ; childe x gender neutral!reader

content ; childhood friends to “rivals” to lovers, slowburn-ish

cw ; swearing, a LOT of canon archon quest yappery (sorry)

note ; part two baybee!! in comparison to the ao3 version of this, i’ve decided to merge the chapters two by two to make them seem longer and since so far, i’ve only written five- next one might take a little longer to come out. or maybe i’ll just post chapter 5 stand-alone, who knows

also i’ve got a taglist now!

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your arrival in liyue harbor goes less than stellar.

the port is packed full of people who are either confused or outraged at the line of millelith soldiers who refuse to let anyone through. you end up waiting in a line for an annoying amount of time, up until you’re finally attended to by a soldier.

“i’m sorry but liyue harbor is not accepting in any tourists, we are trying to keep our… current situation under control as best we can while investigations are still in order, i hope you can understand.” the millelith states formally.

“oh, well err- i’m no tourist, i was born in liyue harbor! my parents migrated from overseas many years ago and i was just on a leisurely trip to snezhnaya, haha…” you lie through your teeth.

the mere mention of snezhnaya sets off the most minute reaction in the millelith solider, hence why you’re under a fake identity to begin with. you politely hand him a folder with forged documents so gracefully provided to you by your employers and pray to your lucky stars- and, well, tsaritsa, that it’s good enough for him to let you pass.

the soldier remains neutral for a few seconds as he eyes through the paper.

“very well. but please behave in an orderly fashion inside the city, as i said the trail on the ahem- incident is still fresh. welcome home.”

it takes a lot out of you not to snort at the welcome.

the poor naïve man truly wasn’t lying- the inside of the harbor was just as tumultuous as the outside. people in the streets gather in small groups and anxiously whisper their worries to each other. but most of all, they eye you suspiciously like you were the one to stab a sword through rex lapis with the entire harbor watching. you’d say they’re within reason to do so, losing their protector god and all.

you wouldn’t call yourself the most devoted of subjects but you’d also hate to imagine a snezhnaya without the tsaritsa so… benevolently

watching over it. challenging the heavenly principles like she has would certainly cause a catastrophic bite in the ass for the nation if she were to perish. maybe you could be a devoted subject enough to prevent that from happening.

drowning in a whirlpool of your own thoughts, you don’t even realize you’re already standing in front of the northland bank branch of liyue harbor. you try to walk inside as discreetly as possible, so as to not raise any suspicion toward you from the millelith or civilians and to not disturb the workers inside the bank.

unfortunately your efforts are in vain, because you’re recognized immediately.

“ah, sergeant y/n! we were expecting that you would arrive soon. please, allow me to take care of your luggage.” calls out the receptionist, ekaterina.

not only does she practically announce your arrival, she does it while the very bane of your existence is present in the main hall of the bank, formerly distracted as he spoke to a blonde woman in the strangest garments you’ve ever seen and a uh… floating baby?

childe’s ears, no- his entire body, almost instinctively perk up at the mention of your name and he abruptly stops his sentence midway through to look over to the entrance, to you.

“y/n? what in the name of the tsaritsa are you doing here?” he inquires, eyebrows furrowed with the purest of confusions. that is until he remembers the traveler and paimon are still present and most definitely more perpexled than he is.

so he decides to save face before anything else.

“missed me too much?” childe adds cockily.

your eyes almost roll on their own accord. “whatever you’d like to tell yourself. unfortunately, they decided to station me here to help… stabilize the situation, surely that has nothing to do with you screwing up?”

he scoffs. “there’s been nothing to screw up. in fact, the situation is plentiful under control and we’ve already devised a plan to solve it. your intrusion is unneede-”

“wh- you big liar! we literally met after you kicked a bunch of millelith butt in broad daylight! we’ve been stumbling up and down these past few days just to clear our names.” the floating baby speaks up.

you cock your head to the side at the revelation with curiosity and just a smidgen of smugness.

“and you! don’t think just because paimon likes making fun of childe doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. we heard what the lady called you, you’re fatui just like mr. pants-on-fire over here. just who are you anyway?!” the floating baby glides over to you with an accusatory finger pointed and a suspicious squint to her eyes.

the blonde woman, who’s been radio silent this entire time, merely puts a hand on the floating one’s shoulder to pull her back, though she also looks wary of you.

childe laughs at the display and holds out a formal hand as to introduce you. “traveler, paimon, this is y/n, my.. coworker as you can obviously tell. don’t worry though, they’re not a bad guy or kind of a bad guy like me, you have nothing to worry about. they’re actually an amazingly talented battle medic and head nurse of the fatui, that’s why they carry the sergeant title.”

you’re taken aback for a brief moment at the unexpected praise. you were waiting for just a formal introduction of your position in the fatui, or even one that contained a little snarky comment about your attitude towards him. but no, he only complimented your talents. it’s almost a little too courtly too.

“y/n, this is the traveler and paimon. these two not from around here but they unfortunately managed to land right in the bullseye of the incident and are being considered murder suspects. i’m merely helping them clear their names.”

ah, there’s the kicker. he’s “helping” those two.

you know childe well enough to comprehend that he wouldn’t just help some strangely dressed bystanders if he didn’t think he could snake his way into benefit, in this case most likely the geo gnosis. that’s why he’s trying to make somewhat of a good image for himself and those associated. conniving bastard.

then again, takes one to know one.

“so it’s true then, rex lapis is dead.” you hum. “but why has the millelith jumped to the conclusion that it was a murder so quickly? what exactly happened in the rite of descension?”

“weeell, the ceremony was starting just fine and dandy when suddenly the sky got unusually dark and then- bam! thunder strikes and this huge amber dragon drops dead from the sky.” paimon explains dramatically before shivering.

“eugh… really gave paimon the heebie-jeebies… then, the tianquan went over to examine the body and immediately announced it was a murder.”

“interesting.. did the dragon seem to have any visible injuries? any slashes or punctures? weapons sticking out of his body?”

“it’s tricky to say, as i was just relaying onto the traveler before you arrived, the qixing have long since confiscated the exuvia and are refusing to let anyone see it.” childe joins in, looking down pensively with a hand on his chin.

“it feels too early to draw any conclusions but paimon can confidently say it was not us and our names are squeaky clean! either way, we should get going- we’ve done so much walking up mountains since we got here and it’s making paimon famished.”

“see, you keep saying that but you still float, paimon-“ you hear the traveler say as the pair turns to leave.

“oh shush, you!!”

the air between the remaining two of you is thick with awkwardness. you decide to be one to break it once the traveler and paimon are well away from earshot.

“so, how will your charitable little side quest tie into getting the gnosis?”

“hah, you’ve barely arrived and you’re looking so far ahead?”

“aren’t you? in fact, didn’t you say you’d already ‘devised plan to solve it’ and that my presence was ‘unneeded’?” you question, accentuating the quotings in your sentence with a less than half-assed impression of childe’s own pesky tone at the time.

“jeez, i do not sound like that-“

“not the point-“

“yes yes, whatever… for the record i do already have a plan.” he admits. “unfortunately for you, doc, it is a bit airtight and therefore- your interference is unneeded.”

“y’know what, you’re right. if someone like you is describing their plans as airtight then maybe it’s best if i stay out of its splash zone.” you bite back and childe scoffs.

“who even ordered you be sent here?”

the malicious grin grows on your face with haste.

“the jester.”

“wha-?! argh, that old man…”

—

“ekaterina?”

“yes- how may i help you, sergeant?”

“what would be your recommendations for restaurants ‘round here?”

evening was nearing and you could feel the emptiness eating at your stomach from the inside. the few days that had passed of your stay in liyue were remarkably unremarkable. half of your time was spent cooped up in northland bank with diplomatic or medical paperwork while the other half was you doing whatever discreet investigation inside the city that you could, up to little avail.

childe was moving forward with his scheming while effectively keeping you completely in the dark from it- well not completely, as he wasn’t the only stubborn one out of the two of you. some intel about his flawless, artful plan had “slipped out” (meaning you pried it out of ekaterina) and come to your knowledge- for example, today he’d be going out to meet with the traveler and paimon for another meeting with one of his… contacts, he called it. you just didn’t know where.

luckily your source of discovering that had just walked through the door.

“welcome, friend of childe! and congratulations on the first day of your illustrious career with the fatui.” ekaterina greets formally and you’re too late to stop yourself from visibly cringing.

“i have no intention of joining the fatui.” the traveler says curtly.

“you sound remarkably sure of yourself… remember, we are mere mortals- our ideas are fluid like water. only the tsaritsa truly has a will as solid as permafrost.”

you huff at the receptionist’s straightforwardness.

“i’m sure we can maintain.. beneficial connections without anyone signing away their names. why don’t we keep to the matter of this visit?” with a slightly forced business smile, you try to ease the traveler’s stone-like expression. thought, if you were in her shoes you believe you’d react much the same.

and you would sure as hell never recommend for someone to join the fatui.

“hm, yes, back to the matter at hand- childe tells me that he has upheld his end of your agreement.”

“what agreement? ..oh, the thing about him helping us find a guy?” paimon inquires.

“correct. childe promised he would find someone to break the stalemate. and harbingers do not break their promises lightly.”

this time you succeed in internalizing your reaction to the comment- from your personal experience, childe did not exactly fit that concept. but there was no time for dwelling on that now.

“ah, where is that guy anyway?”

“childe is currently at liuli pavilion.”

bingo.

“liuli pavilion?” you ask.

“oh, oh! paimon knows this one!” paimon exclaims, proceeding to give an insight of the rival cooking styles of liyue and you almost admire how dedicated she is to liking food so… academically. you’re half zoning out at their conversation when your stomach traitorously growls for all ears to hear.

“hey, y/n, why don’t you join us? you’re a friend of childe’s too afterall!” the floating guide propositions naively.

“ah err… i-i wouldn’t describe it like that, plus, i wasn’t invited to this meeting. i’d hate to intrude.” you try to wave it off. while this could be your current best chance at receiving more context on their investigation, you’d rather not do it where childe would catch onto you.

“well it won’t hurt to ask him! c’mon, at least walk with us, you’ll have to find a place to eat anyway.” paimon drags you by the sleeve out of northland bank, along with the traveler, with unexpected strength in her grasp.

the streets are bustling with people, walking back and forth as they also step out to guarantee themselves some dinner. the crowd covers the sight of liuli pavilion’s entrance and it’s not until you’ve actually arrived that childe sees you.

he looks no less than befuddled.

“aha, y-you’ve made it…” he laughs awkwardly, clearly not expecting the current situation to ever occur. “care to explain the plus one?”

“they’re just that! they were also looking for a place to eat so we invited them to join us.” paimon contextualizes, oblivious to the silent glare battle taking place between the two of you.

“w-well anyhow-“ childe effectively retreats from the as promised, i’ve found someone who can help you. someone who can solve the mystery of why the liyue qixing would hide the geo archon’s vessel.”

“so.. where is he? in liuli pavilion?”

“he certainly is. come, i’ll… introduce you.” he intends to sound cheerful but the last part of his sentence comes out the smidgen most strained as his eyes flicker to you momentarily.

“i took the liberty of setting up a business dinner, as per liyue custom.”

the traveler and paimon walk ahead and get distracted with the warm welcome of the restaurant’s staff while you and childe try not to jump to an argument then and there.

“trust me, i resisted this impromptu invite as much as i could.” you mutter, preferring to look at the surroundings rather than the harbinger beside you.

“good, because you won’t be joining anyway.” he replies coldly as he starts walking inside ahead of you.

“at least let me see the damn restaurant first, maybe i won’t join your table but that doesn’t mean i won’t eat there.”

“how will i know you’re not listening in on our busine-“

“childe? y/n? c’mon, let’s get to our table!” paimon calls out from further into the pavilion.

as you round to the reserved table, you see a brown-haired man in refined amber clothing seated at the far end of it, tea in hand. somehow you think you’ve seen him before but only out in the streets, perhaps at third-round knockout listening to the storyteller at the front tables.

“yes yes, i’m here.” childe steps up, half-sheepish at his late arrival. “unfortunately, y/n won’t be joining us as they have other matters to attend to.” he says like you’re not standing right beside him.

“really? but y/n didn’t say anything, plus, they seemed like they were awfully hungry-“

“forgive the intrusion but, childe, might this be the same y/n you’ve mentioned before?”

the man at the table joins in and childe looks like he’s promptly died on the spot. you, however, look elated at the revelation.

so elated that you don’t see the flush of red that plagues childe’s face and ears.

“why yes, i might just be.” the grin on your face seems only friendly to the other three and only the harbinger feels it’s real sting of triumph.

“then, please, let us all eat together.”

you all waste no more time to do so, childe sits on the man’s right, you sit beside him while the traveler and paimon mirror you on the other side- well, paimon at least floats on top of the chair.

“allow me to introduce mr. zhongli, consultant to an organization known as wansheng… and a trusted associate of the fatui.”

“wansheng?” the traveler asks.

“indeed.” the redhead answers. “wansheng’s line of work can be… sensitive at times. let’s just say they understand when discretion is needed. and we, the fatui, have always been glad to do business with friends who walk in the shadows.”

“w-walk in the shadows..?” paimon shivers.

“it is an honor to meet you. i have heard tell of you from mondstat.” zhongli turns to you. “you as well, doctor, i have been meaning to arrange for us to meet ever since hearing word of you from childe.”

you’re pleasantly surprised by him calling you doctor for a moment, as no one has ever really referred to you in such a respectful manner. sure, childe and others have called you “doc” playfully but never fully doctor.

and then you remember who the title is usually reserved for.

“discretion… shadows… ah! is wansheng some kind of business involving… ‘dealing’ with people?” paimon panics.

“indeed. it is as you have guessed.”

“ahh!!” she screams.

“don’t worry, wansheng is a funeral parlor.” you assure her amusedly and paimon’s fear shifts to confusion.

zhongli cluelessly nods in affirmation. “the wansheng funeral parlor organizes burials. we ensure that those who pass on do so in peace.”

“e-eh?”

you hear childe laugh warmly from beside you, the warmest you’ve heard from him in years. “did you think he was some sort of hired killer? the fatui calls many such people friends, but the wansheng funeral parlor does not dabble in such business… well, ostensibly.”

“ostensibly?” you question.

“well, they are still- ah, i shouldn’t say too much. in any case, i brought you to meet mr. zhongli because…”

“because i can bring you to see rex lapis’ vessel.” the consultant follows up plainly.

“what?!” exclaims paimon.

“ha, don’t be so surprised. sure, the geo archon’s body has been squirreled away by order of the tianquan ningguang… but first, let’s hear what mr. zhongli has to say, shall we?”

how childe managed to hide such a supposed fatui associate, an insanely useful one at that, from you with all the snooping around you’d been doing is beyond your mortal comprehension. what baffles you even more is his unwavering determination to keep you as far away from the entire operation as possible, going against the order of your involvement that came directly from not only dottore, the very second fatui harbinger, but also the director of all of the fatui himself.

unfortunately you’ll still need to wait until zhongli preaches his tale before you get to strangle childe where he stands.

“rex lapis may be the prime of adepti, but he is ultimately an adeptus. many adepti have left us over the millennia- this is the inexorable trend.”

zhongli turns to the traveler. “the times have changed- you must have felt it too when you were at jueyun karst.” with the travelers confirmation, he continues. “as you have seen, the time of adepti is ending, and the time of mankind is slowly dawning.”

the dinner proceeds with talks of the rite of passing and as the traveler and zhongli become more well acquainted, they all agree to leave liuli pavilion and further discuss their arrangements.

“you can go if you want to, don’t worry about me. i might just have a few more drinks…” childe dismisses the two travelers.

“and me also. somebody needs to teach a certain other someone how to use chopsticks if we’re to stay in liyue for a good while.” you imply half-jokingly, grateful that the two get on their way quick so you can give the redhead beside you an exclusive earful.

as you feel your cheeks start to warm with the burn of the alcohol, you down decisively the last one of your drinks for the night and slam the cup on the table with vigor.

“am i some sort of joke to you?”

childe almost chokes on his own beverage at the suddenness. “e-excuse me?”

“actually no, let me rephrase that- do you think it’s funny to play around with the job i’ve been assigned here and purposefully leave me to wander around streets i don’t know like a bumbling idiot while you keep contacts like mr.fucking-rex-lapis-historian under your belt?” you practically bark.

“y/n, please, i think you might’ve drank too mu-“

“answer the question or so help me celestia, i will leave this restaurant with my hands as red as that stupid scarf of yours.”

the harbinger huffs. “alright alright! no i don’t think it’s funny to do… all of what you said. but i don’t think that’s fair- this is my mission and it’s been running smoothly since before you even got here. at least i thought it was until they decided to send more manpower with zero forewarning, do you know how insulting that is?”

“how is it insulting to have backup in case something goes wrong? that’s all i’m here for- to help, and ideally help with the investigation. but i can’t do that if i don’t know where the hell jueyun karst is, much less where else to go to look for clues.”

childe only sighs again, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingertips. “you’re right… i shouldn’t alienate you from what’s your assignment too. but let me keep up with my plan for now and if something goes awry, i’ll call you. i’ll fill you in on it tomorrow morning.”

you nod firmly- easier than you thought it’d be.

“now will you please teach me how to use these damned sticks?”

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[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

Trying to start a giant-ass meta on why I ship Mycroft/Albert and what there is to see of it and right off the bat I'm like...I want people to look at every single panel of their interactions.

No, it's not Sherliam levels. And BIG OLD DISCLAIMER: very little of what I'm going to present here is like "We were clearly intended to read it this way." I'll always argue that Sherliam is meant to be romantic: it hits so many well-established notes and tropes it's almost impossible to think otherwise. MycAl is a bit different. I do think it's definitely like...we're welcome and even invited to see it. But a LOT of my shipping it comes from the way I personally read and interpret things. So this is about explaining what I'm seeing that makes me ship it, rather than trying to be like "This is canon and you should agree with me." Anyway, for reference, I'll be using the official translation as far as it goes and then swapping to teawaffles' wonderful translation for the rest!

So...like right off the bat throughout the entirety of their Chapter 4 interactions their body language and expressions and ways of talking are so flirty? (Also, I still find it funny that in the manga Mycroft is introduced before Sherlock and thus Mycal is introduced before Sherliam. Older bros first lol.)

Maybe it's just that 2 decades on the internet have skewed me towards reading suggestiveness into everything, but the way Mycroft addresses Albert feels so flirtatious even if he's literally just being normal. "And what would an Indian Army official such as yourself want from an intelligence official such as myself this late in the evening?" Like...am I crazy? Does that not kinda sound like a porn intro? 😂 (This could also be Sherliam Side-effects. The way they call each other Professor and Detective in That One Scene is like...almost undeniably foreplay. Now every time anyone calls each other by title/profession/rank is this series I assume they're hitting on each other.)

But also Albert is just so...handsy throughout that scene. He's touching Mycroft's knickknacks, and just sort of limp-wristing all over the place. And I mean, I think that's just one of Albert's public-facing personas (customer service peeps, you know what's up) but it definitely lends itself to the existence of Vibes.

Anyway, there's this parallel of "You have my attention. What do you want?" that I think is kinda neat. (But look how comparatively sad Mycroft looks in the second version!!!)

Chapter 4:

Chapter 23:

Btw, in Scandal in the British Empire...why does Mycroft introduce himself to the Queen? Never mind, not why we're here. Again, my weird innuendo sensors perk up in Chapter 17 at "I did not drag you out of bed this early for nothing." Maybe it's because my perception of Victorian niceties, whether it's factual or not, is that there was this sense of avoiding talk of physical realities. We don't speak of pregnancy, we speak of "her condition" and "confinement." We don't "go to bed," we "retire." And so on. So conversely, it feels almost suggestive to even acknowledge that someone was in bed. In whatever state of undress the might imply. *Kellen Goff Sasaki voice:* OOOH how sCanDaLOus. (Mind you I DON'T believe there is anything of authorial intent in this, again, just trying to explain the factors that make me read things a certain way.)

The little mind games: Albert immediately recognizing that he's being tested, and Mycroft well aware that something is off, that he and Albert are using each other to their own ends. All juicy ship ingredients.

Then there's this...I can't articulate why it's important. But it is. Something about mouths and thoughts. If I wasn't terribly lazy, I'd go digging for examples in various manga series and I have a pretty firm suspicion that I could prove that, often, Mouth-Focus Thinking Panel + Name = Ship.

Jumping forward to the start of The Riot in New Scotland Yard (Chapter 29), Mycroft's demeanour has really changed. During the meeting at the British Museum he's radiating "I'm not angry I'm just disappointed" energy. He's tense, he's not sure if the Moriartys are enemies and when he understands their plan he seems understandably sad about it even as he accepts it. But now, he's radiating an almost Sherlock-like excitement. He's just gotten to see a miniature version of The Plan in action during the Jack the Ripper case, and it worked. He says he's just visiting Albert as an acquaintance (read: friend in Mycroftian), and that's what it feels like. They're chummy. It's cute. Also Albert teasing Mycroft over his squabbles with Sherlock when he leaves? When did Albert find out about that, hmm? (I mean, could be spying of course. But I like to think it just suggests they've talked more than we've seen.)

Annnnnd....cutting this part off here because I'm bored of it for now and it's long. I'll do the rest when the mood strikes. 😂

#yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #mycal #alcroft #meta or something #been a while since i've done one of these 'not meta so much as just a disorganized stream of consciousness' long-posts lol

[futurecorps3]

hi!! just saw your ‘james x busty reader’ and i was wondering if you could do the opposite? so maybe the reader struggles with confidence because she’s not as curvy as others? totally okay if not, thank you!!<3

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Masterlist<3

MINORS STAY AWAY I'LL BLOCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU, THIS IS +18!!!

See also… All marauders versions in my marauders masterlist<3

-So. Much. Reassurance.

-Always there for you if you get insecure!

-Listen, the marauders are known for being players and it's natural to question why he'd be with you when he could have any other girl with curves who fits the beauty standard

-In sex, he's always whispering things like

-"You're so pretty baby" or or "Mine, all mine" <3

-It helps quite a lot! He knows exactly what to say when you're feeling down.

-Avoids you negative talking about your body or comparing because he wants you to know you're the hottest girl he has ever seen and he loves you no matter what, just like you love him

-That's all that matters to him, babe

-He also buys you so many pretty tops!!!

-You know those sweaters that have a string or button that joins the two sides only on top and your belly is showing!? He loves seeing you in those yeah

-Gets all flustered when you wear his Quidditch jersey, oh god

-YES LINGERIE!!!

-You were a bit adamant about wearing it in the first place, but you can't resist that boy's smile

-So he took you shopping and bought white, black and y/f/c sets! You got confident as time went by and as you saw the boner he was now sporting<3

-They didn't last long, he broke them as soon as they were used

-"M'sorry baby! I'll buy you ten more of each, I promise." James says with that dorky smile of his, forcing you into a hug you're playfully denying. "Eleven more," you giggle. "We'll get a thousand for all I care".

-Now, people can be mean.

-He's always confronting anyone who makes comments about you guys' relationship, how he could do better and crappy shit like that

-"And how is that any of your fucking business? My girl's the loveliest girl on earth, so keep your mouth fucking shut or I'll have to for you"

-He's hot when he's mad and you appreciate that very much hehe

-The boys are so caring too! Death stares at anyone who makes comments about your body or your relationship with their best friend

-He likes small boobs sm bro <3 sucking on them, kneading them and seeing them perk up all pretty

-Pads has walked in on you guys too yeah

-For Jamie, boobs are boobs.

-He loves them all equally, and he loves you<3

#james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter fluff #james potter #james potter headcanon #harry potter marauders #marauders x reader #marauders fic #marauders smut #the marauders #marauders era #marauders #harry potter fanfiction

[talenlee]

3e: Sticks and Stones

ALright I’m up late and the thing I was working on didn’t work and I don’t want to fall behind on my schedule so let’s just belt out something about the ongoing grievance I have in how 3rd edition D&D treated spellcasters as a better class of people with their own higher standard of living because being able to rewrite reality at will is by no means a perk enough to justify not feeling bummed out.

Let me talk to you about sticks and stones powers.

First the origin of the term. The psionics system of 3rd edition was a beautiful beast and also a complete functional failure. Its presence was demanded implicitly by being a thing that existed in 2ed and people liked, while its exclusion from the core of content was demanded explicitly by being a thing that existed in 2ed and people hated. It was a sci-fi thing, unlike the flying airships and unsupported towers made of glass that the rest of the fantasy genre had going on inside it. The psionic system has two distinct forms; the version that launched in 3rd edition proper, and the followup version in 3.5.

3rd editions’ psionic system had a lot of things in it to try and make sense of things that seemed like they should exist in a story, which included an idea of psychic combat. That was where two psychic characters could give up their actions to tangle with one another in a sequence of paper-rock-scissors-laser-godzilla in an attempt to determine who had the bigger brain, who had dedicated the right resources to it, and crucially, who hadn’t decided to spend a few turns using their actual powers to do actual damage or inflict control. Seriously, psychic combat was a hilarious system because it was only useful for psychics who both wanted to fight one another and deplete each other’s power points. Just using powers on one another, like by say, using psychic powers to bombard the other person with lasers? A lot more effective. But don’t worry, there was also the silliness of psychic combat folding in the Illithid power Mind Blast which is a cone stun that lasts for 1d4+1 rounds, aka ‘probably enough to kill anyone or get away from anyone.’

Yeah, player characters could have Mind Blast, at a certain level. It was the only thing anyone ever bothered with in that system.

Along with that system was a collection of psionic powers that all relied on different stats to make sure the spellcaster had to feel rounded. They then could use these well rounded stats to cast psionic powers which were quite mediocre compared to magical spells of their level, and also because of those rounded stats, likely to fail. The entire system was built on ‘hey, here are nice ideas, why don’t we do this’ and the answer coming out pretty evidently in the first playtest.

Anyway, in the Expanded Psionics Handbook in 3.5, Expanded from the Latin meaning ‘not a pig’s arse’, the rulebook decided to instead make the psychic spellcasters into what they always were: spellcasters. Spellcasters needed things like a familiar stat structure, feat support, prestige classes that advanced spellcasting, powers that scaled, and of course, eventually, as with so many things in 3rd edition D&D, gear support.

The Expanded Psionics Handbook introduced the power stone and the dorje. A power stone is an item that has a single use application of a power in it, imbued by the caster at some point. If you can manifest the power in the stone, you can use the power stone. A dorje is a power stone, but a little waggly stick. The waggly stick could have lots of charges stored in it. That is to say, power stones and dorjes are fundamentally, scrolls and wands, as every other spellcaster in the core rules had at the start of the edition.

All psionic manifesters had a limited pool of spells – sorry, powers – they could cast – sorry, manifest. Anyway, these spellcasters were like sorcerers, who could only cast a few spells and that meant that these items that expanded your available spells were super useful. This also meant there were spells you didn’t necessarly want to know wth your limited choices, but you could spend some of your gold to expand on that. Spells cast out of dorjes and power crystals were cast as weak as they could be – minimum caster level, minimum stat, so for a 1st level power, it would be the duration, range, and effect of a level 1 caster’s version, and the difficulty class to use it would be a dc 10. Not great stuff for offensive powers, you want to be able to put oomph behind those yourself.

But say, Comprehend Languages? Or Knock? or Object Reading? Spells that just give you information and aren’t cast under time pressure for combat? Nobody cares about the difficulty of those. You might as well have those in these convenient forms and never bother learning them for yourself. In the process this creates the vision of a marketplace supplied by the small number of psions who do actually know those powers and learned them entirely to supply everyone else with them through dorjes and power stones, which is, at the least, a little funny.

This led to the term ‘sticks and stones’ powers; powers you didn’t need or care about in most situations but you’d stick some of them in your backpack for convenience when you needed them later. This meant that over time, psionic characters would have a swiss army knife of toys for every out-of-combat situation and it was for a time, criticised.

It was criticised, because it was encroaching on the wizard.

Yes, that’s right we’re back there! We’re back at it! Becuase the problem as described was the problem of one character having too much versatility, and in 3rd edition design, the character who had too much versatility was the wizard’s niche. Wizards had been crafting spells into spellbooks and onto scrolls at the end of every day since day one of 3rd edition. They even got the feat to do it for free! Their spellbook was the biggest, and had the most weird niche things! The game even had rules for wizards that pointed out how sensible it was for a wizard to develop their own unique versions of existing spells!

The whole point of stick-and-stones powers is that the powers systems had things that existed in two non-overlapping fields of play, and then expected you to spend the same limited pool resources between them equally even though one of them could get you shanked by a drunken gnoll.

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i'm inside your head

synopsis: y/n's ability to read minds with a simple glance and communicate telepathically gets them into some interesting situations.

cast: fem telepathic!reader (uses she/they) x gyuvin ft. gunwook & ricky

genre: fantasy, superpowers!au, angst, comedy, fluff

wc: 2.8k (2,845)

warnings: mentions of crowd anxiety, reader has a period, cursing, descriptions of illness, mentions of discrimination against people with powers, brief mentions of family members insulting each other, people y/n isn't close with tend to use only she pronouns with y/n so fair warning, touching grass jokes, events of fic are in non-chronological order, this attempts to go by the korean high school system, lmk if i missed anything

a/n: first zb1 fic and it was kinda a word dump stemming from one of my crazy ideas LOL. the inspiration from this series came after seeing the character nahida (from genshin) and her ability to read the mind of any sumeru npc with her skill. i also thought it'd be kinda cool to explore the different scenarios that y/n could get themselves into if they could do that.

if you were to go back and ask six-year-old y/n what superpower they would have wanted, they would excitedly have said, "mind reading! it's so cool to know people's thoughts!"

the eighteen-year-old version of you knew better than that, though. since the age of seven, your abilities had only continued to develop, and if you tried enough, you could communicate telepathically with people.

telepathy's fucking annoying sometimes. but it has its perks too.

you can recall many anecdotes, ranging from humorous to depressing to gross, that were the consequence of your telepathic abilities.

1. so he does have a crush..

year 2 of high school

if there was one thing you learned today, it's that kim gyuvin was not great at hiding his thoughts.

when you wanted to focus, it was natural for you to suppress your mind's tendency to peer into the minds of others, but depending on how active their thoughts were, it was difficult.

so that was how you learned in your science class that your cute lab partner wanted to ask you out, but never had the chance to really talk with you until now.

that was all accompanied by a cascade of other thoughts like y/n's such a talented student, I'd love to even be friends with them, and that's a cute necklace.

hm, kinda cute, you thought to yourself. truth be told, you were a little hesitant to make the first move romantically, but a tiny little push couldn't hurt, right?

you innocently whistled while scribbling down a few more notes—you couldn't make it too obvious that you knew his secret. but since the two of you had to make a joint presentation presenting your findings from today's lab, you figured that it would be a lot easier if you exchanged contact information with him.

and hey, he was cute.

you tapped gyuvin on the shoulder and smiled, showing him your lab paper with your personal info written in the right-hand corner.

"i’ve finished this part of the worksheet—here's my number and kakao talk id so we can talk more. let's work hard on the presentation together!"

his lips formed an o of surprise, and you swore that he was blushing. "alright then! uh, thanks for giving me your info!"

AHHHHH wait wait wait oh my god what just happened was all you could hear in his mind. a subtle smile bloomed on your face. science class just got a lot more interesting.

2. a (mostly) clean separation

year 1 of high school

you actually didn't enjoy telling people about your abilities. it wasn't that people with powers were so uncommon (you forgot the exact figure, but you thought it was about 2 percent of south korea's population that did).

no, it was the specific nature of your abilities. people tended to make assumptions about you as soon as you trusted them enough to drop this info.

it was as if you were suddenly someone not to be trusted, even though you were acting no differently than you had before.

although, their assumptions were understandable. you couldn't say you had never abused your abilities for personal gain, but it was something you didn't want to make a habit of.

revealing to your friend, gunwook, your secret had caused a minor but turbulent period of conflict in your friendship.

he clenched his fists and released them with a sigh. "how did i not connect all the dots? i'm hurt that you've kept this from me for so long."

6 months was a long time to keep a secret, but you were cautious by nature. you knew that not everyone liked people with superpowers, and that some still faced discrimination and greater scrutiny.

besides, you wanted people to get to know you for things outside your powers.

"i'm sorry, gunwook. i had my reasons. i thought you would judge me harshly, and i've had several negative experiences of this happening."

you paused to catch your breath, and continued, trying to silence his troubled thoughts, but it was getting increasingly more difficult. you held a hand to your head.

"look, i'll understand if you want to stop being friends."

he grabbed his water bottle and drank some of the liquid, presumably to calm down. he was facing away from you, and let out a sigh.

gunwook was actually quite level-headed most of the time, which was why it pained you to see him trying to hold back signs of emotional distress.

"y/n, i don't want this to ruin a great friendship. it's just, i have to take time to think about how my perception of you has changed. i don't want to say anything i might regret. this is a... personal issue."

if it was personal, you weren't going to pry. it was up to him to decide if and when he would tell you.

you got one final glimpse of his thoughts before he bid you goodbye.

"not a monster.. they're not a monster. they're not..."

as he walked away, all you could hear were the autumn leaves crunching beneath his feet and the wind that drowned every noise out so easily.

3. the donut order

year 2 of elementary school

there was no better feeling for you as a kid than the chance of getting a treat after school, and since you had quite the sweet tooth, there was no better place to go than the donut shop.

"which one do you want?" your mother had said, gesturing to the display case of donuts. back then, you could barely see the whole thing, so you had to stand on your tippy-toes.

your gaze settled on one particular flavor. "chocolate, please!"

"you got it, kiddo."

your mother's thoughts were creeping into your mind. this had happened a few times before, but now, they were clearer.

i think i should try something new. lemon sounds good. oh, i'll get another donut for him too, maple. i'm sure hayoung won't mind an oreo. shoot, i don't think i have enough reward points. maybe next time.

"mommy, i think you're getting a lemon donut and bringing back a maple for daddy, and an oreo for hayoung!"

she nodded, but her eyes soon widened with surprise. "yes, that's—wait, how did you know? we'll talk about this later."

you wondered if you had said anything wrong, but quickly returned to the thought of getting a donut.

the employee working the counter was busy refilling certain sections of the display case and seemed to give no indication that she had heard the conversation between you and your mother.

"miss?" your mother asked politely, and the employee looked up. "i'll get one maple, one lemon, one oreo, one chocolate."

"will that be all?"

"yes."

"okay, one maple, one lemon, one oreo, one chocolate," she repeated for confirmation, grabbing each flavor mentioned and placing them in a large box. "you can insert, swipe or tap your card here."

your mom took out her credit card and followed the instructions on the kiosk.

"would you like a receipt?" the worker asked.

"no, thank you."

"alright, thank you and have a good afternoon!"

you followed your mother out the door, watching her quickly stride towards the car. after both of you got in, she sighed.

"y/n, you've always been a pretty smart kid, but i wasn't exactly ready for you to be a mind reader. i'm pretty sure that's why you knew what i was ordering."

you grinned, eyes wide with curiosity. "so i can really read people's thoughts?"

she hummed thoughtfully. "well, let's make sure. i'm thinking of an animal right now, what is it?"

pink giraffe with wings. she should be able to sense that thought.

"a pink giraffe with wings... but that doesn't exist."

she sighed. "what am i going to do with you, my dear child?"

4. money before morals

year 3 of middle school

you were walking around campus after school, wanting to enjoy a few minutes to yourself. you had your headphones on, not wanting to be disturbed.

however, a figure began to approach you. as you took in his facial features, you suddenly recognized him.

that’s jeon jaebeom. his dad works for the school administration…

he walked in line with you, so you started walking towards a more crowded area to try and get away from him. you could hear him yelling.

“hey, wait! you’re the one who can read minds, aren’t you?”

you took off your headphones and glared at him. “ah, so someone was looking at something they shouldn’t have. keep it down, will you?”

he chuckled, and you wanted nothing more than to punch him in the face, even if it would get you in trouble.

“but you would be useful to me. i’d like for you to help me cheat on our next math test. see if you can get the answer key or something. i’m close to getting a c in that class, anyways.”

you groaned. what an idiotic request. “and why would i do that? so i can get expelled on your behalf?”

he shrugged. “because i’d pay you.”

you did a quick scan of his thoughts.

this bitch would be stupid if she actually did it.

hm, why not play around with him for a bit?

you looked at him quizzically. “how much?”

“100,000 won. you could probably buy a pretty nice meal with that amount.”

it would be useful, but i can't stoop that low to get it, you thought.

you laughed and pretended to thoughtfully consider it for a couple of seconds.

“i don’t think so.”

jaebeom glared at you. “what, you want higher? come on, isn’t this a good enough amount?”

you were truly annoyed and just wanted to blast your music again. why did you even remove your headphones, just to hear him say some nonsense? at least you were the same age as him, so he couldn't say something like "respect your elders."

it was time to go home.

“no, i don’t want your money, i want you to leave me the fuck alone. i’m not someone who stoops that low just to pass one test, but apparently someone thinks i’m a ‘stupid bitch.’”

he sneered and walked past you, shoving you as he did so. “fine. no one would trust someone like you anyways to help because all you’ll do is read their thoughts and manipulate them."

you staggered sideways, trying to regain your balance. you scowled.

really, you should have known better than to entertain a conversation with someone as spoiled as him. he shouldn't have soured your day, but in your defense, the middle school you was bad at picking the correct battles to fight.

still, you wondered if no one would trust you after all.

5. i'll be your destination

year 2 of high school

you groaned, trying to get up from your bed, and failing. usually, when your time of the month rolled around, the cramps weren't so unbearable, but of course, it had to be more painful than usual this month.

your sister had already gone off to school for the day, but your parents had allowed you to stay home, thankfully. they'd gone off to work, but they left soup that you could reheat in the microwave.

you grabbed a cup and filled it with water. you were bored, but you didn't want to risk getting any of your friends in trouble by texting them (seriously, how hard was it to silence a cell phone?).

although, there was one thing you could potentially try...

hey gyuvin, what class are you in right now?

you didn't expect an instantaneous response or one at all. then again, the more often you contacted someone telepathically, the easier the process was, and you would say you and gyuvin had developed a pretty strong bond.

oh, hi y/n! social studies. you sound like crap by the way, haha.

you could practically visualize his smile. if you had the energy and were with him in person, you'd playfully elbow him.

ugh, so mean.

you just thought of elbowing me, so who's the mean one? ok but seriously, are you sick? fever? your attendance is usually pretty good. or wait, it's that time of the month?

bingo. should i give you a cookie or something for getting it right?

no, but you could give me a kiss...

you smiled. he always got away with cheeky remarks like this.

what an idiot.

heard that.

hey, wait. you have work to do.

it was some boring worksheet and it's done, i swear. besides, i'd rather help you feel better. is there anything i can do?

you've learned that despite initially pegging gyuvin for a jokester, he was incredibly caring and emotionally receptive.

well, talking has already helped me so much. but if you really want to do something... then i want to hear you sing. it doesn't have to be long.

hey, if it makes you happy,

in your head, you heard his boyish voice, singing one of his favorite songs.

i'll be your destination, tell me your favorite song...

he continued the lyrics while you finished your soup, and you felt more relaxed. even the worst days could turn bright whenever he was in your mind.

6. don't spoil the ending!

year 3 of high school

watching dramas was a slow process for you, and it was another reason why you had to block people's thoughts sometimes.

because occasionally, a certain friend would be thinking about the ending of a show you weren't caught up on...

hey y/n.. guess who finished alice in borderland!

park fucking gunwook. i'm trying to finish this essay, don't you dare. and let me finish season 2 in peace.

come on, you're good at filtering out my thoughts anyways. i think you'll like it.

i have 4 more episodes to go. it's so tempting to just read spoilers online.

clearly, not god's strongest soldier—you should finish soon. honestly, we should have just had a watch party. gyuvin and ricky still need to finish season 1.

true. it's hard to watch a whole show together.

you typed another few sentences. perks of being busy, right?

despite that, you'd noticed that gunwook did manage to finish a few more dramas throughout the year.

being on student council sure does take a lot of time.

still, you get all the work done.

speaking of work, i'll leave you alone. finish the essay, and then we can talk about dramas.

fine, i guess it's time to be a good student.

yeah. but touch some grass every once in a while, i heard the cherry blossom trees are nice this time of year. i honestly think we should have debate club outside.

well, you're indeed the president, so you could probably do whatever you want. anyways, see you soon.

you laughed. nothing like friends telling you to touch grass, right?

quickly, you resumed your research for your argumentative essay, realizing how enjoyable (and yet distracting) it was to talk and reconnect with friends. maybe you'd have time to watch one episode tonight...

7. information overload

year 2 of high school

family reunions weren't always the greatest place to be. of course, there was a lot of good food, whether it was homemade cooking, or people used another catering option.

but the downside to a large family reunion was an abundance of thoughts to read, which was the case anywhere that was crowded. however, family reunions made you quite nervous.

people's thoughts began to creep into your headspace, the voices semi-recognizable.

she got so fat.

i wonder where he's working? some tech company, i've heard.

auntie's boyfriend is so ugly.

dinner looks good.

can we go home? now?

he'd better get into a sky university.

i hope the kids don't crash into the wall..

of course, it had gotten easier to block these thoughts out, but you could never get rid of them a hundred percent. people had more on their minds than you'd expected.

if your mind was too muddled, it just induced headaches and sometimes, other symptoms such as suddenly feeling nauseous. that's why you couldn't be in crowded places for too long, and you usually had some sort of water bottle with you.

damn, you thought. i need somewhere to be alone.

you tried not to invite conversation as you found your way to the bathroom, shutting the door quickly as you entered.

you sunk to the floor, leaned against a wall, and closed your eyes, glad to be able to rest, if only for a short while. a peaceful smile appeared on your face.

you'd long accepted that your experiences as an adolescent weren't ever going to be entirely normal, whatever that meant. your powers were a blessing and a curse, a gift and a tool for destruction.

of course, it was up to you to decide how you would use them in the future.

but as long as you had people in your life that accepted and cared for you no matter what secrets you held, you'd be alright.

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[muertawrites]

Following a Siren (Eddie Munson x Reader) [18+]

Summary: Corroded Coffin desperately needs a singer to help balance out their first ever album. Lucky for them, Eddie shares a hall with a certified siren. 

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: 18+ only because i went a little crazy with perv!eddie (i just love him ok). i might write a second part where he gets to live his little fantasy... 👀 sappy romcom shit that i hate watching / reading but have no problem writing 

Author’s Note: aged everyone up to their mid-late 20s when everybody is out of hawkins and happy. posting this unedited because it’s 4am and i have to at least try to get some sleep. inspired by my own experience singing this song in my high school choir (it’s so much fun the chorus parts are better than the solos) and amber riley’s performance which is the only redeeming quality of the glee version. 

"I'm telling you, man, it's not gonna work. We need a chick."

Eddie glances between Gareth and Jeff, arms braced against the back of a chair, lips pursed together in frustration.

It's been hours and they still can't get any of the harmonies right. They're so close, but the song is just... unmemorable. A song easily and readily skipped, when it has the potential to be a totally amazing, stop-what-you're-doing, turn-the-volume-up, cream-in-your-pants showstopper. And Corroded Coffin needs it to be a showstopper; this is their first album - recorded in an actual studio with professional equipment and a genuine producer -and they can't blow their one chance at glory by having it flop.

But Gareth is right - it isn't going to work. They need vocals in a much higher range to balance out their lower tones. Unfortunately, they know about as many women between them as they did in high school.

"We can't afford to pay anyone," Jeff states. "Why don't we just scrap it?"

"We can't scrap it," Eddie quips. "It's too damn good. It just needs a little push."

"Could we do the harmony with instrumentals?" Gareth suggests. "You could just sing with the guitar."

"Nah, that wouldn't have the right umph," Eddie disagrees. "A vocal harmony would smash way harder."

"So we're stuck."

Eddie sighs, raking a hand through his hair.

"... I'll figure something out," he decides. "Just gimme some time. We're gonna do this if it fucking kills me."

Eddie huffs as he throws himself down onto his couch, snapping the tab on a beer can as he takes a long drag from a freshly rolled joint.

He's totally fucked. There's no way in hell he can find someone on short notice, with no budget, to carry the missing harmony. Nothing he has scrawled in the various notebooks stashed around his studio apartment is anywhere near finished, and even if it were, it wouldn't live up to what they already have.

Nobody will ever hear the song the way it's supposed to be heard. The thought crushes him.

The chime of keys and tread of boots echoes from the hallway, distracting Eddie from his visions of doom; you've returned home for the day. He closes his eyes, letting his mind wander to you - how you smiled sleepily at him this morning when you left for work, how pretty you looked in the dress you wore, how your lips were chapped and split, darkened with dry blood towards the center, how sweet your groggy laughter sounded when he said something stupid in passing. You've lived across the hall from him for the better part of a year - sharing the space above a convenience store, where you run into each other constantly - and his thoughts have been consumed by you since the day you moved in.

His cock twitches in his jeans, perking up at the images of you flitting around in his skull. Shame starts to rise in his stomach, but that doesn't stop him from going completely hard. He sighs.

C'mon man, don't be gross.

But it's too late. He's already relapsed into his favorite fantasy about you; inviting you backstage after one of his gigs and fucking you so hard you can't speak, skirt hiked up, panties pushed aside, makeup smeared and running as he drives you toward a messy, mewling orgasm. Holding you against his chest and kissing your lips, your face, your neck as you ride out the high.

His hand is in his pants before he can think better of it.

He's barely two strokes in when a gorgeous sound breaks him from his sexed-out haze. It starts as a simple chime, floating on the air as effortlessly as dust, before slowly growing louder, more joyous, every note driven with the force of a hurricane.

It's you.

You're singing.

And you're incredible.

Eddie springs to his feet, jeans still completely undone. He rushes across the hall, tapping frantically at the door to your apartment; your singing stops, and he almost regrets interrupting you for the loss.

The door swings open and you give him a once over, smirking amusedly when you clock his open fly, boxers tugged down to reveal the tiniest patch of his pubic hair.

"Eddie, I'm flattered," you tease, "but a date first would be nice."

"Shit, fuck, sorry."

He stuffs himself back into his pants, grinning bashfully before clearing his throat, leaning an arm against the doorframe as casually as he can. You can't help but giggle, having spent enough time with him that you'd developed an ever-growing crush on the eccentric, well-meaning man.

"What's up?" you ask.

"My band," he tells you. "We desperately need a singer and I think you're perfect."

He pauses for a moment, thinking over what he's said.

"As a singer!" he quickly clarifies. "As a singer."

You smile, biting your lip and entirely unable to stop the warmth that creeps across your cheeks. The way you gaze up through your lashes at Eddie makes him weak in the knees.

"I haven't done any serious singing since high school," you admit. "And never anything like you guys do. Plus... aren't you the vocalist?"

Eddie scoffs, waving away your statement with a slender, ring-adorned hand.

" 'Vocalist' is a stretch," he chuckles. "All I do is carry a tune. And it wouldn't be just you, anyway, we'd sing together. We can cover up each other's mistakes."

You sigh, still not entirely convinced.

"... I don't know. Like I said, I've never performed in a band before and I just... I would feel bad if I brought you guys down. I'm really not that good."

Eddie furrows his brow in confusion, craning his neck toward you as if you just told him Ozzy was a mediocre musician. He raises a hand to your forehead.

"Are you feeling okay?" he questions. "Your voice is fucking amazing! Why would I run over here with my pants down if it wasn't?"

He dramatically falls onto his knees, taking one of your hands in both of his as he fixes you with a pleading gaze. His thumbs softly stroke at your knuckles, causing an involuntary chill to run down your spine.

"Fair maiden from across the hall," he laments, "gentle lady with the voice of a siren, do us the honor of gracing us with your divine beauty. For my gratitude, I shall henceforth keep the volume on my stereo at a reasonable level, and shower you with the finest tributes of pizza and iced coffee."

You laugh, far too endeared by his antics for your own good.

"Get up, you goon," you playfully scold. "I'll come to your practice tomorrow for an audition. How about that?"

"Yes!"

Eddie springs to his feet, wrapping you in his arms and spinning you with joy.

"Thank you," he says as he sets you down. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you, you're a fucking life saver. You won't regret it, I promise."

He plants a kiss on your cheek, leaving you brimming with butterflies as he darts back into his apartment. He pops his head back out a moment later, phone in hand.

"What do you want on your pizza?"

At promptly six o’clock the next evening, you climb the steps to the little apartment in downtown Indianapolis that serves as Corroded Coffin’s makeshift studio. It’s an attic space, with slanted ceilings and wood floors padded with dirty, worn-out flea market rugs; posters featuring the likes of Sabbath and Megadeath line the walls, and most of the light is provided by a little circular window and a string of white Christmas bulbs strung along the edge of the room. The air is heavy with the scent of cannabis and incense. You’re reminded of Eddie’s apartment as you step inside, a fact you hate to admit calms your nerves a little bit. 

“Alright.” 

Eddie claps his hands together, grinning at you with his guitar slung over his shoulder. 

“What beautiful sounds will you be blessing us with today, gorgeous?” 

You purse your lips, taking a deep breath as you try to remind yourself that you’re good at this - there’s no reason to be so anxious. 

“You guys know any Queen?” you ask, sounding meeker than you intend. 

“Of course we do!” Gareth chirps from behind the drum set. 

“How about you just start singing, yeah?” Jeff chimes in. “We’ll join in. We do better by ear, anyway.” 

You nod, stepping up to the microphone as Eddie presses the start button on the tape recorder in the corner of the room. You clear your throat, inhaling slowly, holding the breath for a moment in your stomach before letting it go in a light, tentative note. 

“Can... an-y-bo-dy... find me-e-e-e... somebody to-o...” 

Eddie strums the last note on his guitar, making you smile. 

As you start up the first verse, Jeff and Gareth follow your lead, backing up your low, contemplative words with matching instrumentals. To your surprise, Eddie takes over the choral accompaniment, hitting each note as if he’s listened to the song a million times over; his voice compliments yours so well you sound make a symphony together, the vibration of your harmonies causing chills to rush through your body like an electric shock. 

“I get down on my knees and I start to pray ‘til the tears run down from my eyes!” 

Your confidence builds with the song, each note you sing becoming a little more soulful, a little more impassioned as the verse presses on. You lose yourself in the music, having always loved this song and how weightless it makes you feel. Your eyes are locked on Eddie, swaying in time with each strum of his pick across the guitar strings, consumed by the starstruck look in his eye and the expert movement of his ringed fingers. It’s like magic, how enchantingly beautiful you sound together. 

“I try and I try and I try-y-y! But e-e-e-ev’rybody wants to put me down; they say I’m goin’ crazy! They say I gotta lotta water in my brain; I got no common sense; I got nobody left to believe!” 

“YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YE-EAH!” 

The final throes of the verse are shouted, Jeff and Gareth playing off your enthusiasm with as much excitement as if they were playing to a packed stadium. You bang your head with each beat, thrashing with their heavy rendition of the song, thoroughly enjoying every second. Your voices fade into the shredding wail of Eddie’s guitar, hammered out into an exquisite solo that leads into the final verse. 

You reach your favorite part of the song; when all goes silent, the slow climb up to the huge finale. Jeff starts you off, his powerful bass rumbling over the speakers. 

“Find, me, somebody to lo-ove...”

Then comes Gareth’s baritone, picking up the harmony in just the right spot. Eddie follows soon after in his achingly handsome tenor, and you fall in line behind him, uttering out the quiet pieces of the harmony that many miss in the chorus. 

“Me somebody, to, lo-ove...” 

Eddie’s voice breaks out of the din.

“Somebody!” 

You fire back, hitting the high note without flinching. 

“Somebody!” 

“Somebody!”

“Somebody!”

You shoot back and forth at each other, your higher voice countering Eddie’s lower one in playful symmetry, until you reach the end of the short duel. 

“Somebody find me somebody to love! Can anybody find me-e-e-e...?” 

The men stop playing, pausing with rapt attention on you, anticipating how you’ll drive through the song’s climax. You take a deep breath, entirely unafraid of what you’re about to do. 

“Somebody to-o-o... lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ove!” 

The notes soar from your chest, deafening everything else in the room - hell, in the world, probably. Eddie is the first to cheer, bounding up and down in uncontained joy at just how powerful you are; the other men follow suit, picking up where they left off a few beats too late from being so swept up in your tidal wave of sound. 

Eddie finishes out the song gazing at you with dreamy, sparkling eyes, his chest fluttering as you look back at him and match his voice in perfect harmony. You really are a siren, and he’ll follow you to the depths of the sea if it means you’re the last sound ringing in his ears. 

All is calm as you follow Eddie out onto the street a few hours later, stepping into the late night cold of the bustling city. 

He turns to you, staring at you for a moment in giddy silence. Then, he lets out a celebratory shout as he wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the pavement and twirling you around. You laugh, your own arms falling around his neck, blushing furiously as he paints your face with kisses. 

“You. Are. Amazing!” Eddie cheers as he sets you back onto solid ground. “Oh my fucking god, that was incredible! You saved us! You beautiful, divine, ethereal goddess! My fucking heroine!” 

He captures you in another crushing hug, lips planting themselves firmly on your cheek once more. 

“I think I’m in love with you.” 

At first, you think he’s joking. But the breathless way he says it, the starry look in his wide, childlike eyes, the tender grip of his hand at your waist, all convey the truth. And you can’t lie to yourself - watching him play, hearing his voice entwined with yours, sharing the intimacy of song... you’re pretty certain you’re in love with him, too. 

“... Kiss me,” you whisper. 

“... What?” 

You giggle, his dumbstruck expression the most adorable thing you think you’ve ever seen. 

“Kiss me,” you repeat. “Baby, pull the string...” 

A smile curls across Eddie’s face, his grip on you tightening. 

“Did you... just quote Van Halen at me?” 

You nod. 

“Oh yeah,” he decides. “Comin’ in hot.” 

You giggle, smiling into the kiss as he presses his lips to yours, leaning his whole body into the movement until you’re flush against him. God, his lips are plush, and he tastes deliciously like his last cigarette, and his chest is hard and broad, and he looms above you like some sort of ivory tower, captivating and unmovable. You clutch at the lapels of his leather jacket, never wanting this kiss to end. 

Eddie hums softly as you pull apart, his eyes remaining closed for a moment as if he’s still savoring your lips. When he opens them, they’re lidded, lost within yours as he holds you in a lovers’ embrace on the corner of a busy street. 

“Let’s get you home,” he murmurs. “Then we can make some more music together.” 

🌹💀 get your eddie fix 💀🌹

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[bakerstreethound]

Don't Choose

Relationship: Rafal x afab!reader x Rhian

Warnings: 18+ smut (all directed towards reader), teasing, mentions of blood, violence, general stupidity of men, and use of magic

Summary: As a teacher at the School for Good and Evil and the Headmasters' trusted advisor, you have more than your fair share of the twins and their antics. However, when it's you they're vying for, you have to have the final say.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT copy, repost, claim, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username) 

Word Count: 3.0k+

Disclosure: Also, as this is inspired by Kit Young’s version of Rafal/Rhian, I’m going to say Rafal/Rhian are 25 or present as 25 (Kit is 28 irl) while you the Reader are over 18. Yes, this is a consenting relationship inspired by the Netflix movie. 

A/N: I've been hoarding and chipping away at this fic for over a year and I hope you enjoy it. It must be noted that Rafal and Rhian's interests are devoted to the reader and the reader alone. (don't make it weird they're brothers, mind you). I don't usually write for Rafal/Rhian often and only when inspiration strikes so I won't write any requests for them unless it's at my discretion.

Needless to say, I dedicate this fic to the wonderful @frostandflamesfanfic for the constant support and with whom I've shared countless teasers throughout the story's conception to completion.

Saturday mornings were one of your favorite days. You can sleep in, unbothered by the duties of the week since you have the day off unless you count the obligatory meetings you had with the headmasters of the school.

You groan when you roll out of bed, birds chirping on the horizon, the shadows yawning behind you as they creep out of bed before you and swirl around your ankles. 

Yep, you are late. That can’t be good for you at all. 

Heaving a sigh, you pull on your cloak, the rest of your outfit falling in tandem, a simple black shirt and pants, the incandescent purple coat swallowing your figure as you slip through the shadows undetected amongst the students in the foyer and main gathering areas of the school. 

When the doors fly open, you’re met with the customary dramatic long table, two figures sitting at the head of each side, a varying assortment of platters stacked with many delicacies of the realm upon each. However, from the looks of it, none has been touched, not within the hour they’ve been glaring daggers at each other. 

“What did I miss now?” You inquire, your cloak shifting on your shoulders. You pet it gently assuring it everything will be fine. You’ve handled your fair share of the twins for years, so why should this be any different? 

Rafal licks his lower lip, painted blood red as he sips from a golden chalice, leaving no trace of a stain behind. Rhian, the good twin heaves a sigh, from the rise of his shoulders at the furthest end of the table as he pulls his glasses from his face before polishing the lenses. 

Not one says a word. 

You sigh deeply, finding your customary seat in the middle of the table, your plate full of your favorites, and kept to the appropriate temperature. 

So they did wait, and bothered to keep my meal ready, how thoughtful, you find yourself thinking as you take a bite, the warmth flooding your stomach.

Did you mention how much you enjoyed Saturdays when you could get a meal like this? Sometimes being a teacher and advisor to the Headmasters did have the occasional perks. 

It’s not a rare occurrence to find Rafal and Rhian dining together in such a manner with all the delicate delicacies front the realms gracing the table. You figure they did it to show off for you. The silence passes beside the light fluttering of Rhian’s paper as his eyes skim the pages, his spectacles perched low on the bridge of his nose.

Rafal glowers from the rim of his chalice as he drinks again, red liquid glazed along his lips. It’s a tempting look, and you find yourself wishing to lick up the excess. 

You groan to yourself not wanting to make conversation, but instead, with the rift between them flickering the temperature of the room between an inferno and icebox, you quickly grab the wine before you, making way to Rafal’s end of the table then Rhian’s to fill their wine.

The glowering only intensifies from Rafal while Rhian pays him no mind, his back perfectly straight in his chair, the epitome of a prince. Rafal scowls harder, throwing up his feet on the table, drinking deeply from his glass once more. You swear he doesn’t taste it at all. 

You huff in annoyance. “Okay, you two have been at this little game of yours long enough. What the hell is going on?” 

Rafal’s feline glance bores holes into the back of your head as you turn your head in disgust, meeting Rhian’s sea-glass eyes, nonchalant and focused entirely on you as he pulls his chair away from the table and meets you halfway. 

“You have been the topic of discussion, my dear.” 

Rafal scoffs, “They’re anything but your dear, brother.” 

“Will you stop acting so imprudent, Rafal?” Rhian’s glare cuts his brother like ice, but Rafal’s humorless smirk widens. 

“Listen, I’m still here and otherwise, coherent and can hear what you two halfwits are saying,” you interject, to no avail. 

“You have no better reasoning than I why they should like you!” Rafal spits, venom coating his words, launching for Rhian. 

“You’re inherently evil, Rafal. It’s in your nature. As soon as you tire of them, keep them in their tower, lock them up like one of your trinkets, you’ll lose interest and move one. They’re human, I can provide a better life for them than you ever could.” The temperature drops as Rhian speaks, each word chilling you to the bone as he sizes up his brother who’s now nose to nose with him. 

You’ve had far enough of their bickering. You are not an object to be kept. You are a person, for story's sake you’re the assistant to the Headmasters, you know decorum and uphold it and this is far from appropriate. 

“Can you both please cut it out? What exactly is the issue here beyond the obvious Good v. Evil plotline that’s neverending? Are you afraid to be left alone? If that’s the case you have had each other for centuries, if that’s enough to go on. You could’ve supported each other instead of overthrowing each other and constantly at each other’s throats.” You feel both threads of their power boiling, just waiting to explode.

You give it about five minutes until they threaten to burn the tower to the ground….again. You sigh heavily, your cloak beginning to flutter around you in warning, and you dodge a ball of blue magic that flashes across the room. 

“ I don’t want to be alone! Centuries upon centuries all I have had is my brother to keep me company then you burst in here in our lives and all we do is bicker over you now!” Rafal’s voice bellows. 

Red flame sears across your vision, counteracted by one of blue. You’d be mesmerized by the prowess exhibited before you if you weren’t the cause of the dispute. 

“That’s how you’ve felt, all these years Rafal?” You bite your tongue casting your glance at the other brother, his blue flame at the ready again.

“Rhian? If you both took one good look in the mirror you would’ve seen how lonely I’ve been, because nothing and no one on this cursed earth come close to either of you. It breaks my heart. Don’t make, don’t make me choose.” Your voice cracked, choking back your tears, baffled at the audacity the brothers had fighting over you of all people. 

Your heart ached at the rift that happened between them because of you, but you couldn’t choose between them, two complete halves of your heart belonged to them.

You’d rather remove yourself from the situation than be the cause of war between them. That doesn’t deter one of them from voicing their concerns or fighting over you. 

You can still smell the fiery rage of Rafal’s magic burning through the air before his brother speaks up, a soothing balm washing over pent-up rage. 

“Rafal perhaps we should…” Rhian stood retracting his flame and pulled back his glasses that had slid a good inch down his nose.

Rafal snarled, his brooding form still poised, powerful, and exuding confidence, the vicious raise of his brow silencing his brother. “What should we do, brother? Leave them out in the dust? squabble? That’s ALL WE’VE EVER DONE!” 

The red flame now flickered through the sword in his hand, making him look vicious and all the more deadly. 

You swallow keeping yourself poised, and graceful as you walk closer to them. They drift closer to you in response, Rafal’s flame dissipating when you glare at him and Rhian. Between their searing gazes, you feel the heat rising to your cheeks but quickly force it down, trying to ignore the thunderous roaring of your heart. 

“I’ve had enough of this. I don’t think both of you heard exactly what I said, nor do you care!” 

You cross your arms, your hardened gaze flickering over them, in response to their hardening stares. “Come here,” you gesture for them to come closer, but neither move, watching each other with such intensity you’re surprised no hole has been burnt through the floor. 

“Did neither of you hear what I said? Come. Here. Now.” 

A snicker sounded from the right, where Rhian stood barely an arm's length away from you. And how you ache to run your fingers along the fine linings of his coat.

The same could be said for Rafals, the many fantasies you’d had about wearing their coats rushed to you tenfold but you shook your head, regaining your focus. 

“You’re not in a position to be making demands,” Rafal snarled. Yet he stepped closer, mesmerized undoubtedly by your ability to shut Rhian up for once in his life, the goody two-shoed brother he dealt with for centuries upon end.  

Rhian rolled his eyes no doubt amused by Rafal’s childish and ambitious antics but he had to agree, you weren’t the boss of him or his brother. “Annoying as he is Rafal makes a valid-”

You crash into Rhian’s lips silencing his protests despite Rafal’s scowl and when you break away from his lips, you feel your heart stuttering at the feral look crossing Rafal’s lips before he plows Rhian out of the way and pushing you against the wall, attacking your neck with a vengeance. 

“Oh, no you don’t Rafal, they’re mine too!” Rhian gasped in protest reaching out for you, his hair now delightfully unkempt, making it all the more alluring and daresay - sexy. 

Rafal scoffs, barely pulling away from your neck. “Unlucky for you, brother,” his mocking tone was coated in malice, sending a shiver down your spine, “I’m not one for sharing.” 

“Well I don’t mind if you both share as long as you play nice…what am I to do with such handsome men vying for my affection,” you sighed leaning into Rafal, tugging the lapels of his glorious crimson coat. “Took you guys long enough to snap…” 

Rhian nods in agreement, stepping closer to where Rafal has you pinned against him. “We both deserve our happy endings, after all. Rafal, please.” 

Rafal’s lips find your neck, his form slipping behind you, nipping your neck slightly, causing you to arch back, your left hand reaching back to caress his jaw as Rhian’s lips press against yours, one hand resting on your waist keeping you firmly planted against him and his brother.

You wrap your arm around Rhian, wanting -needing him closer to you. Rafal smirked to himself, adoring the way you caressed his jaw. He took your hand, laying gentle kisses on it, kissing further up your left arm and to your neck, groaning softly to himself. 

“You are lovely,” he says, his breath hot against your ear. Rhian murmurs in agreement too caught up in the feeling of your fingers ruffling his hair again, the closeness of you, how he’s dreamt of this moment for so long thinking you wouldn’t return his affections in kind. 

The gentle kisses Rhian presses to your lips are intoxicating in a different way than Rafals. Gentle, soft, sweet, deliberate, calm, and light as an autumn breeze.

And how you crave them all the more, pressing into him gripping him tighter. You knew he was holding back, unwilling to break free of his composure so you nip his lip in retaliation. 

Rafal groaned behind you in protest, pulling you closer to him, still not resisting the push-pull. You whimpered softly as Rafal sucked marks to your neck, dragging his tongue along them before finding the spot that made you weak in the knees you almost collapse between them. 

“Brother…” Rhian quips, “Be careful.” He cast the look of disproval you found unfairly attractive.  

“Shut up, Rhian.” 

“Boys boys please,” you pressed one last fleeting kiss to Rhian’s lips, melting at the look in his eyes. Rafal’s eyes are the color of blood and Rhian's are the depths of the ocean. Two sides of the same coin perfectly balanced in every way and you have them both at your beck and call. 

You’re delirious already high on their ministrations as Rhian guides you and his brother to the bedroom. Rafal trails next to you, his grip around your waist a comforting weight but when your back slams into the wall, Rafal’s crimson lips devouring your own you can’t help but moan in desperation, your hands grasping the lapels of his coat, your brain screaming for more. Your leg wraps around his waist, trapping you to him more. 

“Just like that love,” his breath comes out labored, his hair a mess already ruined and you admire the state of disarray you’ve caused. 

Rhian meanwhile, can’t take his eyes off of you, biting back a groan at the sight of you enveloped in his brother’s crimson coat. He won’t admit it but the sight causes an odd twinge of jealousy to arise, for he wants you desperately as well. 

“Brother you can’t keep them all to yourself…” he said, but his words were quickly lost in the commotion of Rafal’s desperate kissing, and your soft whimpers following in the wake of them. 

He continues watching, his own desire getting the best of him as Rafal’s grip on you tightens impossibly more, his kisses hot and heavy against you. And yet you pulled Rafal closer taking everything he gives.

It’s all you’ve wanted and more if for a fleeting moment, this and the intoxicating way he makes you feel oh how it makes your body light up with need, to feel them, both of them all-consuming bringing you to ruination. 

Without another word, with some force prompted by Rhian, you’re sure of it, you find yourself sprawled out on the large bed, groaning in relief at its plushness, the pillows and sheets cocooning you just right.

Still, it doesn’t deter them in their quest, delighting in the gasping whimpers leaving your lips as they grasped you tighter, their fingers digging into all the right places of your skin, sending delicious heat pooling to your core. 

Rhian’s lips are mere inches from yours once more, the distance feeling longer and more forlorn by the moment. He leans down, teasing your lips, and you find yourself whispering, “No. Surely you can do better, dear ones.” 

His hold on your waist tightens, his gaze snapping to Rafal beside you whose lips curl in wolfish delight. "We can do better than that can't we?"

“I won’t pass up a challenge,” Rafal’s voice drops, shivers cascading down your back in anticipation. You wanted, no, crave more of what they provide, all-consuming power and here you have them bending to your will, right at your fingertips practically weak in the knees.

And, it was all because of you.

For you. 

“We’ll do more than ravish you, my love.” They say in sync and you don’t fight the shudder that quakes through you. Years of desire and adoration coat the string of words and you respond to them in kind by kissing each of them, melting into them, tugging at their clothing, wanting to feel them.

The years have made you curious after all. 

Rhian undresses out of his robe, leaving him in a white undershirt showcasing the wondrous planes of his body. You drink him in slowly, your mind believing it’s conjured up some sort of spell, and yet it’s all too real.  Much too real, yet it’s all you could ever want. 

He pulls back the covers of the bed revealing silken blue sheets. Rafal scoffs in annoyance but leaves you with another lingering kiss full of promise and he wraps you in his red coat making you feel powerful. Rhian can’t help but groan at the sight.

In a flash, your clothing is removed, falling to the floor in a crumpled pile on the floor, leaving you encased in a billowing emerald coat.

Slowly, oh so slowly they fall to their knees as you sit on the edge of the bed, your legs dangling to tease them as they kiss up your your body, trailing circles along your skin, imprinting the feel in their memory before wrapping around you from either side to encase you in a protective cocoon. 

Rhian’s lips find your own as Rafal marks his way down your neck, leaving no place unadorned, sucking and marking up your collarbone. You whispered soft praises, baffled that they’ve wanted this as much as you have. 

They continue in their conquests kissing and caressing your body like you’re the only thing in the universe - their universe - and you respond in kind as you switch between kissing them, showering them with praises as you’re entangled between them, holding onto them for dear life cursing and begging as they made you come undone for them.

Please, don’t stop. 

Just like that.

I need more of you. 

If this were what came of the years of yearning, wanting, waiting, and desperation, you would do it again in a heartbeat. They wouldn’t soon forget it either, how you squirmed against them, clinging to them for dear life as their fingers worked you into oblivion, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your veins.

No one, or anything would make you feel the same, for you were bound to them forevermore.  

“You’re ours,” They whisper in sync, the brothers of good and evil, and here you were in their midst claimed by them heart and soul never to be parted forevermore.

You kiss them gently, cupping first Rhian’s face, nipping his lip before sinking into the soft waves of his eyes, the calmest ocean made wild by your whims. Rafal’s kiss is like lightning, sending shock wave after shockwave along your body, his eyes twin flames searing into your soul, sealing your lifetimes of devotion. 

For they promised their everlasting souls to you, binding you with them never to part from you again. For you would be with them throughout eternity, basking amongst the planes of eternal bliss.

#Rafal Mistral #Rhian Mistral #the school for good and evil #rafal x reader #rhian x reader #kit young #sge netflix #fanfiction

[rozaceous]

the time being had is of ambiguous quality, but we're certainly here

(ttbh for abbreviation purposes)

below the cut is the scene i wrote as gift fic for @vermillioncrown as a spin-off of our collab 'we're here for a good time, not a long time,' which we've hinted around in previous posts. (we were talking abt our beef w kidfic and this happened.) abt 1.7k words

to re-cap, general premise is that allie and korvin got de-aged in their respective universes, have to camp out in canon-verse for a little while as things settle down at home. whfagt events were abt six months prior.

Allie doesn’t think it’s unreasonable that when the very beautiful man who told her to call him Conner attempts to set her down amongst a group of vigilantes that she’s been assured are an alternate universe version of her family—and whom older her has apparently visited before?—she tightens her grip on his t-shirt and her knees around his hip.

The even more (somehow?) beautiful man who is first to approach them makes her hide her face in Conner’s shoulder because he’s so nauseatingly good-looking. Well, it’s a combo of that and people staring at her in general. Is everyone stupidly pretty here?

Someone makes a cooing noise.

“Jason filled us in,” says the Even More Beautiful Man. “This is Allie?”

His voice is all cheerful-gentle and Allie hates it, she does not want this man paying her his undivided attention, it’s mortifying, it’s even worse than when Duke and Jason had had to calm her down from a panic attack a few hours ago and had treated her with kid gloves and looked at her like she was the saddest, wettest kitten out in the rain.

But part of what he says makes her perk up, and she looks around the cave which is apparently called the Batcave because everyone sucks at naming things. “Jason?”

Conner snorts. “The more things change…”

“—I just don’t think it makes sense to leave me in an alternate universe with people I don’t know,” comes a child’s voice, only barely petulant, and Allie’s distracted from her search. “Can’t I be protected at—home? Don’t you have superpowers?”

“Yeah, but you’re extra squishy human right now, Korv,” says a fond-sounding Conner. A Conner who is not her Conner, or at least not the one holding her. It’s a Conner carrying a little boy piggy-back who looks about her age, walking down a set of stairs. Hm. She had gotten flown in through an entrance directly into the cave. It had been really cool.

“And the true dynamic duo is reunited,” mutters another pretty boy, trailing behind. He catches Allie’s eye and smiles.

Allie wants to die. Just how many beautiful people’s company can she be expected to endure?

“Reunited?” Allie redirects her attention. She looks at the little boy who looks back at her with equal discernment, and doesn’t recognize him though the preternatural canniness is viscerally familiar. “We’ve met?”

The Even More Beautiful Man clears his throat. “You and Korvin met the last time you were both in this universe, Allie.” He sounds slightly constipated. Unfortunately, it doesn’t diminish his charm.

“Yeah, and now it’s something something, latent agents of chaos and order, multiversal shenanigans never letting up, achieving balance in the force,” says Korvin’s Conner. “Easiest if you and Allie are in the same place for the time being while the rest of us do clean up. You two even each other out, existentially speaking.”

“That’s a stupid explanation,” Korvin grumbles. He darts another look at Allie, scans the cave.

Anything his Conner might say in response is drowned out by the sound of a motorcycle engine echoing, and Allie’s attention is stolen by the figure on the bike, who, besides Conner, is the only one she recognizes thus far. Though that’s not saying much.

Jason—or this universe’s version of him, and wow this is all getting confusing—eyeballs her once he’s parked and takes his helmet off, hair mussed and a little sweaty. He gives a little wave. “Hey, Allie.”

“Hi,” she replies, and she can feel her cheeks reddening again. She turns away.

“No memories at all?” asks Jason in a tone of confirmation more than interrogation, and she’s not a hundred percent on who he’s talking to, but she decides it’s not her. Besides, he should already know this since her Jason is the one that initiated contact with him about her coming here.

Conner answers. “Nothing past the age she is now.” He rubs his hand on her back.

Time to lean in.

“I’m seven,” she announces in her best ‘I’m baby’ impression.

“Me too,” says Korvin.

“Fascinating,” says the pretty boy. “You had at least a ten year age gap last time.”

“So, this is a situation that is potentially hilarious, and I’d love to stick around for multiple reasons not even to do with the hilarity, but unfortunately there’s a time crunch.” Korvin’s Conner sounds genuinely apologetic.

“Ditto.” Conner is similarly regretful. “Believe me, I want to hang around, and you are wicked cute as a kid—” he directs this part at Allie “—but the universe-saving thing. Kind of pressing.”

“They’ll be safe here,” assures the oldest man in a gruff voice. He’s handsome, but in a dad kind of way where he looks like he needs a nap and a shave. Allie bets he gives really good hugs if you’re able to surprise one out of him.

“Hopefully less mayhem than last time,” says the Even More Beautiful Man with a laugh. “Admittedly not a high bar to clear, though.”

Everyone has been extremely vague about what had happened the last time Allie had universe-hopped, her Jason especially, and he had seemed to know the most. Maybe she’ll get some answers here.

“This is child abandonment, I’m pretty sure,” protests Korvin when his Conner detaches him and sets him down. His Conner winces deeply.

“I’ll be back, Korv,” he promises, crouched down to eye level and more serious than an adult making those kinds of promises to a kid usually is.

“Hm,” is all Korvin says.

“You too, now, Allie,” says her Conner. He’s wearing a reassuring expression. “Back soon.”

She doesn’t put up a fuss this time, though she feels a little silly standing there in the Wonder Woman t-shirt her Jason had given her—older-hers, apparently, and she swims in it even with the hem tied in a knot at her waist—and the jeans and shoes that had been hastily purchased in her home universe.

The two Conners eye each other, and then Korvin’s Conner says, “Good to know I can pull off a nose ring.”

Her Conner scoffs. “I can pull off anything.”

Korvin’s Conner grins. “It's true, I can.”

“See you in a bit, Allie.”

“Real soon, Korv.”

The two of them have some universe-traveling bracelet doohickey and vanish in short order, and Allie looks around the gathered inhabitants of the Batcave—seriously such a stupid name—and then at Korvin, who looks back at her, and, in unspoken agreement, they move closer to each other.

“I think this means we’re best friends now,” she says solemnly.

Korvin nods back with equal solemnity.

The Even More Beautiful Man squats down and smiles at them. “Either of you hungry?”

“Is Steph here?” Allie ignores him and peers around the cave for effect. ”Or Duke?”

“Steph and Duke?” Korvin asks her, also ignoring the Even More Beautiful Man.

“They're nice,” Allie informs him. ”And Steph's really pretty.”

The Even More Beautiful Man makes a noise in the back of his throat, apparently of confusion or dismay, because he quickly clears it and that noise is different. “Steph's wrapping some things up and Duke has class. He'll be back for dinner.”

“Oh.” Allie stops looking around. She still doesn't look at the Even More Beautiful Man; it'd be like looking at the sun if the sun wasn't an indifferent ball of burning gas and instead actively liked you.

“Who are you, anyway?” says Korvin to the Even More Beautiful Man, though Allie notices that he doesn't look at him straight on. Still. Respect.

The Even More Beautiful Man smiles again. “I'm Dick—”

Allie chokes, shares a frantic glance with Korvin.

“That's a bad word,” Korvin accuses instantly.

“I can't say that, I'll get in trouble,” Allie follows up.

“Are you trying to get us in trouble?”

“That's not nice.”

“You shouldn’t try and trick people.”

“I don’t like this.”

Korvin latches onto her hand; she squeezes back. They shuffle even closer to one another.

The pretty boy is clearly biting his cheek in order not to laugh, his face pinking. Dick—and not only is everyone pretty here, the bad names aren’t limited to places, apparently—just stares at them, shell-shocked.

“I—it’s not a bad word, my name is—Dick is short for Richard. It’s a nickname.” He sounds thoroughly lost.

“Sure, Mr Richard,” returns Korvin derisively.

The pretty boy loses it at the same time as Jason bursts into a full-on cackle and Dick’s expression turns to one of horror. Allie, trying not to observe everyone else laughing so that she doesn’t crack, manages instead to make eye contact with the old guy, who gives her the most subdued yet intense smile she’s ever seen, causing her to reflexively smile back.

“His name really is Dick,” the old guy says, subdued-amused. Wow, everything about this guy is subdued, but strictly in a lurking-under-the-surface kinda way. “I’m Bruce. Allie, you’ve met Jason. Korvin, you’ve met Tim. The others will be by eventually and we’ll do further introductions as needed.”

Smart, not offering up information until it’s immediately relevant. Also, paranoid. Allie notices Bruce noticing that she notices, and, judging by the grip on her hand, Korvin notices, too.

“Holy shit, this is great,” Jason wheezes.

“Language,” Tim wheezes back, setting them both off again.

With an air of trying to regain his equilibrium, Dick looks to her and Korvin, jokes, “What, you’re not going to reprimand Jason for using a bad word?”

Korvin scuffs his foot on the concrete, looking down, hand swinging in hers. “Not my business.”

Allie, feeling a little emboldened by the general good humor, interprets: “He’s not trying to make us say anything bad, so it’d be rude to reprimand.” Then, enunciating as clearly as possible, she continues, “And we have fucking manners.”

Even Dick loses the ability to hold it together in the face of such impeccable logic; he snorts loudly, claps a hand over his mouth.

Korvin grins and laughs, then, and Allie grins back.

#folie a deux #whfagt #ttbh #this spawned a lot of other stuff #the og scene if you will #but verm can take it from here lol #but seriously can you imagine looking dick grayson in the eye when he's smiling at you????? i cannot personally