#hiding this in the tags bc i don't know how to put a warning on it

[sunnie-writes]

cupid's chokehold.

pairing: jax x cupid!gn!reader

tags & tropes: fluff, shameless flirting, fell first/fell harder

summary: you were absolutely confused because of two things: one, you got transported to a random dimension and became a totally different person, gaining the title of a cupid, and two, you had fallen in love at first sight with the most sarcastic purple rabbit man ever. well, at least you didn't felt like complaining on the second part.

tell me, sunnie!!: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA... anyways, hiiiii:3 i got a new fandom added to my brain, injected it into my veins and now i am addicted. so, this funky little guy didn't actually catch my attention at first but then i watched some edits and was like "HMMMMMM i mean yeah sure" and then i decided to check tumblr, stumbled on a fic of him and went "OH. OH." yk?? anyways, i hope you guys enjoy this bc i wrote it instead of sleeping and i have to wake up early tomorrow el oh el!!1!1!1!1

warnings?: kissing, suggestive(?) i mean it's just neck biting but idk........

first of all, you don't know how the hell you are... here, nor why you've been stuck in this place for two weeks already.

it's a colorful world, saturated to the maximum amount possible. you know, the type to burn your eyes if you stare at a specific spot for too long. it also looked like some kind of fever dream, with all the toys scattered and the way different people? characters? looked like.

not like you can say much, you have heart shaped pupils and you're wearing something that looks like an ancient greece tunic. also, sandals. you have these big feathered white wings that are a pinkish hue at the tip of every single feather. you tried pulling one out to see if it was actually real, resulting in a yelp from your mouth. it kinda hurts.

and that reaction caused a chuckle to come from someone who has your eyes dedicated to just admiring them.

frankly speaking, if you went back and told your past self that by putting those weird vr headset glasses on you would be signing up to falling for a tall and lanky purple rabbit with a yellow smile, you would probably just chuckle and still do it, but with even more determination than before. eh, what can you say? you've always been attracted to the weirdest characters anyways.

but this... this was real, he was real and he was talking to other real weird animated people. ragatha rambled next to you about... honestly, you didn't even know, too busy watching from afar a certain rabbit. this was the start to possibly one of your most frustrating crushes ever.

"[name]? are you okay? you seem more distracted today?" she worriedly asked, putting her hand on your shoulder, "you shouldn't think too much about trying to find an exit if that's what you're thinking about, you might get abs-"

"huh? no, i wasn't thinking about that!" you quickly hurried to give an explanation, trying to dismiss that idea from her, but your eyes darted again to the overall wearing guy and she followed your gaze.

she slowly moved her head back at you after seeing what you were so... distracted about. a smirk broke in her face.

"oooh, little [nickname] has a cruuush?" ragatha teased you.

"wha- no- that's not-" before you could continue, your flushed cheeks got even more red as you saw him approaching. you immediately shut your mouth and just looked at the floor, trying to quickly hide your face

"sup', what are you two gossiping about today?" jax spoke in a mocking, sultry tone that had melting down a drain... not literally though.

"oh, nothing. you know, just the usual!" ragatha quickly tried to hide that topic from him, trying to distract or something. play it cool!

"uh-huh, and why is little cupid over here heating up like a preheated oven?" you almost choked on spit before looking at him with furrowed eyebrows and slightly flushed cheeks.

"none of your business, jax, don't bring your teasing and mocking over to [name]!"

"aww, why not?" jax dropped his hand on your shoulder, "say, little cupid, i heard doll face over here mentioning a crush, who do ya' have the hots for?"

your mind instantly went to answer "you" internally z meanwhile, your lips just answered in an almost quiet sound.

"i'm not telling you."

"huh, and why is that?" he leaned in close, and suddenly you felt absurdly claustrophobic.

he looks so... absurdly attractive with that smirk. you wish you could wipe it off of his face.

"because..." it doesn't take too long to come up with an excuse, you're an overthinker who is always prepared for this kind of situation, "you would mock me for it, and i don't feel like getting bullied by a purple beanpole."

"gasp, you wound me with your hateful words!" he dramatically posed, meanwhile ragatha chuckled in the background. "how can a cupid, made of pure love, be this mean?"

you just lightly punched him in the arm at that.

---

night time seemed like a blur to you in this world. sleep? never heard of that.

it's been a month already and your crush hasn't faltered. instead, it got bigger each day, but to be fair, it was impossible for it to not grow. jax decided that, for some reason, he liked teasing you a bit too much since he found out you might have a crush on someone.

playful flirting seemed to be his favorite to use on you, since you just tried your best to not show how it actually affected you. honestly, you felt like some kind of cliche teenager movie where you're about to write his name on a notebook with hearts all around it.

and that felt too cheesy, even for a cupid.

---

oh my stars, he wishes it's him.

you know, at first when you arrived at the digital circus, jax paid no mind to you. i mean, yeah, you were probably the cutest person in this digital purgatory, but he didn't think that he could fall for anyone in here, this isn't some weird sitcom episode. but it was starting to get difficult to not let him lose himself in a romantic trance when you were around.

he wonders if you used anything on him that could've possibly made him slowly fall for you, hard.

in the second week, he began noticing things about you. for example, you laughed at his jokes and sarcastic personality, got irritated for his pranks but never screamed at him, just shrugging it off like normally, you didn't even care when he stole something from your room.

it was mind breaking to just try and see what could get a reaction out of you towards him. until it was revealed that you had a crush on someone in that place.

jax isn't dumb, he already caught you looking at him from afar just to fastly change your gaze and get flustered, how your hands trembled when you were near him, heart eyes expanding when he talked to you. so, just to test if his theory was real, he decided to leave a subtle flirt for you. and that was checkmate.

he thought at first that it was weird, that maybe he could just play with you a little bit and entertain your little crush on him. but then, the spell turned against him. you flirted back once, and that made him feel awfully fuzzy minded. now, he was the one staring at you from afar sometimes.

that wasn't in his plans, falling for you even harder than you fell for him wasn't supposed to happen. yet, it did anyway.

and now the realization dawned on him that, at some point, he's going to have to either confess or simply hide that for forever, since that's the time they're gonna be stuck in the same dimension together. how fun, isn't it?

---

your feet took you outside of the tent, as everybody was now sleeping comfortably in their own rooms. well, at least you thought they were. stepping onto the grass and breathing in some fresh air, you looked up, waved at the sun and the moon, who smiled back at you contently. then you finally sat down and layed on the saturated green ground, looking up at the fake stars.

you sighed heavily, trying to distract your worried mind that screamed about wanting to get out and at the same time never wanting to leave. it was downright confusing, and left you with pent up energy that made your brain go 100/mph.

you heard footsteps behind you, looking up just to meet with a yellow smile and cartoonish eyes. you immediately gulped as his smirk grew.

"heyyy little cupid, what are you doing here so late?" he questioned you with a lower tone of voice before sitting down by your side. you immediately sat up too.

"just... thinking about some stuff." not losing any chance, you tried to start a conversation. "what about you?"

"meh, just bored and couldn't sleep." jax then looked at you in the eyes. "what could you possibly be thinking about?"

"ah, you know... just the usual!" you tried to quickly change topics, you didn't feel like traumadumping on anyone today nor did you feel like telling him that he's the reason you didn't abstract yet.

"and, does the usual involve your secret little crush?"

your breathe hitches, "why are you so curious about who i like?"

"i just am, it's interesting to see your reactions when i mention them." he leaned down, holding his head with his hand as he still stared at you. "why don't you tell me who it is? i'm starting to get the wrong idea that it's me since you refuse to speak about the mystery person to me."

you think you just felt your heart stop. your eyes go wide and you can feel the heat coursing through your body, blood rushing and flushing your cheeks. you know what? okay then, since there is no escape from this situation, might as well finish the night with a bang before you leave to sleep.

"that's... not the wrong idea at all." you confessed, watching as his eyes went wide in a millisecond.

"what." he spoke before sitting up and grabbing your shoulders. "you're not fucking with me, are ya?"

you shook your head while embarrassingly looking to the floor, feeling frustration pooling in your head.

"no, i'm not. i like you jax, i like your stupid pranks, your stupid jokes, your mischievous smile, your ey-" you were cut off by lips meeting with yours.

as your current situation settled in your mind, you got yourself comfortable and closes your eyes, lacing your arms around his neck and pulling him even closer before you two fell back again, you under him. your stomach was doing backflips, breaking down at the feeling of being reciprocated.

when you finally broke apart, your heart eyes were absurdly big, staring at him while you panted for air. he chuckled at your face, giving a big smile while himself was actually melting at finally having you in his arms. jax laid his head on between your neck and your shoulder. you petted his head, until you felt something.

he was biting your neck, leaving love bites and hickeys behind.

first of all, you didn't even knew if he could open his mouth, but apparently he could (?). you couldn't think much of it, too busy holding back an embarrassing whimper. you held his head and tried not to close your legs around his waist as he continued to bite.

he pulled back, looking at you with a smirk and raised eyebrows.

"well, look what a mess i've done, darlin'. how do ya' feel?"

you couldn't even answer, feeling absolutely overwhelmed by his hand on your waist, the knee resting between your legs and your mind slowly losing it's control. instead of an answer, you just pulled him down for another kiss.

yeah, you probably were enjoying that, but jax? ha! in his mind, he was melting down a drain, patting himself in the back for the idea of deciding to take a night walk and accidentally seeing you. he grinned into the french kiss, feeling absurdly high at the moment.

he wasn't sure how everyone would react to you finally being his, not that he cared about their opinion, but he thinks if would be funny to see their faces. he can't wait for it to happen, but now it's not time to think about that.

it's time for him to think on how to calm his rapidly beating heart that might give you the hint that he loves you way more than you love him.

tell me, sunnie!!: AAAAA i finished writing this only the next day, sorry if it's too short btw!! i know it missed a lot and should have more things but it was rlly rushed bc i want to write more of him <\33 but yeah, thank you for reading sunshine!!

#sunnie's fics!! #the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc jax #jax x reader #tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus jax #jax imagine #jax

[fairlyang]

Obsessed: Mía 🕷️

miguel making sure you remember who you belong to

w/c: 999

pairing: possessive!miguel x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. extreme jealousy, possessiveness, friends with benefits, slight degradation, "slut" usage, spanking, fingering

notes: yet another universe where you aren't even dating him yet and he's already acting crazy bc : mexican men 🤥 (also wanted the total wc to be an angels number :D)

part one — part two — part three

"Miguel por favor- I said I was sorry!" You whined and he groans.

"Me vale." He mutters as he grips on to your arm and pulls you in to his apartment. (I don't care)

"You think I'm playing games huh?" He growls into your ear and pushes you against the door.

He pushes himself against you, grinding himself against you making you let out a quiet moan. "Eres mía, don't forget it." He whispers and moves his hands down to your hips.

He makes you move your ass back and forth against his crotch and you only whimpered. "Miguel-"

"Párale." He warns and you close your mouth and just lay your cheek against his door. (Stop it)

You weren't exactly going out with Miguel, it was more of a friends with benefits thing. An occasional booty call. The first person your friends think of when you say you're going to a dick appointment.

And although he's the one that put up the boundaries of "no getting feelings" and "only sex" somehow you ended up here, with him saying you only belong to him after he caught you at a club dancing with a stranger.

He quickly snatched you up and brought you back to his place. Your mind was confused but you didn't have the balls to question him right that second.

Especially as one of his hands began spanking you. He bent you over and straightened himself before smacking your ass again at the same spot. You felt a slight burn and you wouldn't have flinched if it weren't or the fact that it was cold as shit and you were already shivering.

You were already on edge from how he nearly caused a fight, a fucking scene at your favorite club.

Last thing you needed was to be kicked out.

Or have him bitch about the "no feelings" rule after this. Because it already looked like someone failing and somehow it wasn't you.

Suddenly he pulls you back up and grabs your hand leading you towards his bedroom.

This was the first time he's ever acted like this and you'd been having this arrangement for six months.

What changed for him to act this way? Who knows but maybe after tonight you'll find out.

And why did you apologize?

To help yourself be in less shit than if you didn't. But either way it didn't help.

He closed the door to his bedroom then grabs you by the waist to lead you to his bed. He has you sit down before he sits down next to you and somehow in a blink of an eye maneuver, you were now laying against his lap.

You knew what was to come and sure enough his hands pulled your dress up and over your ass until your tiny thong was on full display for him.

"Dressed like a dirty slut and you weren't even planning on seeing me?" He spat and roughly spanked your left ass cheek.

You let out a whimper, unsure on if he expects you to answer or not. But what was the point on waiting around to see if anything changes? You were single and there were many fish in the sea....

But you can't tell him that.

"Answer me." He says and smacks your right cheek harder than the first.

You groan and hide your face with your hands trying to quickly think of an excuse or anything that won't make him even more furious.

Or jealous per say...

"No, no I wasn't." You answered truthfully making him groan and smack you even harder one cheek after the other.

"Shit!" You swore and bite your lip.

You could feel how warm your ass was getting and it was stinging a bit now too.

"What do you want me to say?" You ask and are met with silence.

Instead he moves your thong to the side so he can inspect your pussy.

Because he knows you too well, he already knows you were going to be drenched.

And sure enough you were.

When he moved your thong a string of your slick separated from it. He kept his mouth shut not wanting to encourage your behavior but couldn't help but be so turned on with how wet you got from his jealousy.

"Such a dirty fucking slut, look at you." He groans and glides two fingers against your slit.

You kept your mouth closed and tried to stay as still as you could.

He teased your hole with the tip of his middle finger before suddenly slamming three fingers inside you.

He didn't let you adjust and started immediately pounding his fingers into you. You cried out and squirmed on his lap, trying desperately to adjust but he didn't stop and only went harder with your movements.

"Oh fuck-!" You cried and reached back with your arms to try and stop him but with his other hand he held your arms behind your back.

"Stay fucking still." He hissed and you had no choice but to do so.

You let out moans and clenched around his fingers as his fingers were going at a relentless pace and it was finally starting to feel good.

Somehow he already brought your orgasm out, maybe the extra finger helped him out this time and the fact you weren't prepared but he still started fucking your poor pussy.

You legs started trembling and your arms were starting to hurt, and you could slightly feel Miguel's bulge against your stomach. You cried out for him but he didn't care.

"Dime, de quién perteneces?" He asks, you barely heard him because you were so focused on your breathing, trying to stay somewhat calm. (Tell me, who do you belong to?)

You let out whimpers and finally speak, "a ti, nomás a ti Miguel." (You, only to you)

"That's fucking right." He mutters before pulling his fingers away and letting you go.

He flips you over and lays you down, then leaves.

#miguel ohara #across the spiderverse #miguel ohara imagine #miguel spiderman #miguel smut #miguel x you #miguel ohara smut #Miguel O’Hara #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara fic #miguel ohara oneshot #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara x reader #Miguel o hara #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara fic

[jen-with-a-pen]

Dancing in the Kitchen

summary: After the worst night imaginable, your best friend helps you when you need him most. What you don't realize is just how much you've always needed him. or: Tony Dumps you. Steve picks you up and puts you back together.

parings: protective!best friend!Steve Rogers x best friend!f!Reader

word count: 4.9k

warnings: fluff, angst, self-doubt and insecurity, verbally abusive relationship elements, insults + language/name calling, reader cusses and so does Steve bc he can, no smut!, wearing Steve's clothes (very little to no description about reader's body so do with that what you will), intense feelings, confessions, crying, anxiety, best friends to lovers, intimate touch, VERY SLIGHT possessiveness, protectiveness, not Tony Stark friendly, cap quartet mention

a/n: these characters are out of college! It's set in their early-mid 20s following graduating and I thought it'd be a little more relatable (also since I'm not in college anymore I wanted this specific fic concept to be more relatable. self-indulgence and stuff). the cap quartet rent a house together. there might be more shenanigans in the future involving them. maybe. who knows? enjoy <3

If I've missed any tags, please let me know!

gif by @annislittleshopofhorrors | dividers by @saradika-graphics | warning banner by me ♥

my ao3 | my masterlist Read this fic HERE on ao3! ♥Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated as always♥

Everything was cold. 

Everything was ruined.

Everything was a fucking nightmare.

Dark clouds shrouded the night sky, hiding helpful moonlight. Rain pelted at you from above, mixing with fresh tears, drenching you to the bone as cold water collected on your skin and soaked through your dress. Your hands morphed into balled fists at your sides as you shook with rage, heartbreak, and the innate need to punch something.

You couldn’t wrap your pounding head around the events of the night; everything blurred together after ten o’clock. It was like a cruel joke, one where you waited an eternity for the punchline, begging for it not to be real no matter how hard you screwed your eyes shut and prayed. 

You didn’t want to believe it, yet there you were.

It sure as hell wasn’t the first time you found yourself standing at the backdoor of Steve Roger’s house on the cusp of a breakdown– and a breakup– warring with your own body to simply knock on the fucking door. Hell, Steve was already expecting you. He knew something was wrong the second you called; there wasn’t a warning text, just you, asking in a choked-up whisper if he was home. His response spilled out in a rushed ‘yes’ before you could explain further. A ‘no questions asked’ request, something not uncommon in your friendship. Steve, since day one, was one of your main sources of comfort within a thousand mile radius. 

Now, he was your only source of comfort within a thousand mile radius. 

Remnants of the phone call from Tony only minutes earlier echoed in your eardrums like a bad case of tinnitus. Annoying, repetitive. His hoarse, drunken slurry of vicious words clawed at the inside of your skull. Another fight. Another screaming match. Another forgotten birthday– this time, it included meeting your family. You’d planned it for months prior, making sure Tony knew not to forget it.

Your insides were twisting in knots as you waited at the restaurant awkwardly with your parents, brother, and an empty seat next to you. After an hour, eight failed calls and fifteen texts later, Tony finally picked up. Delight revived the few butterflies left in your stomach, only to be crushed, turning them into weighted dread as loud club music obliterated your ear drum as he shouted at you. 

“You bitch!” he spat. “Why the ever-loving f-fuck are y’blowin’ up my phone for?!”

You didn’t have time to process what he was saying before he’d already reloaded and shot you with more.

“What the hell is sooooo important? Huh? Y-you stupid bitch! You fuckin’ knew I’m busy t’night!”

You tore the phone away. Even at arm’s length, you, and the rest of your family, could hear every single thing he spewed at you. A couple from the table next to yours stopped mid-bite to turn and throw rude looks at you and your family.

“Tony, please, I–” 

“‘Tony please’– just shut up!” he mocked. “Just shut the fuck up! I don’t fuckin’ care what you gotta– what you have t’say! I can’t f–fuckin’ stand you anymore!”

Hurt and hunger morphed into churning waves of anxiety and embarrassment. Your throat was closing. Tears began stinging your eyes. You looked between your parents in shame, meeting their stunned looks filled with pity and disappointment. Your brother refused to look anywhere but the spot on his plate where he played with his food, sadness and second-hand embarrassment plaguing his face.

Yelling, jeering, and chanting echoed out of your phone. Tony didn’t stop. 

“Y’know what? I’m not doin’ this anymore,” he slurred, gulping some unknown liquid down, swallowing, gagging. More cheering. “We– we’re fuckin’ done. You’re out. I’m done.”

The other line fumbled. You winced as you heard Tony wet his lips, preparing the final blow. His breathing became heavy, ragged, hard enough you could smell the liquor through the phone.

“Fuckin’ cunt.” 

Click.

You loathed yourself for tolerating him; the endless cycle of poisoning you, providing the antidote, and taking it away when it seemed to get better. The whiplash from his unpredictable moods and personal attacks on you hurt as bad as it felt when he’d come around with endless apologies– accompanied by flowers, cuddles, and kisses– to heal each wound he was responsible for. 

This time, though, the stab was fatal. This time, you bled out; it’d been akin to getting gutted and hung helplessly in front of your fucking family. 

A sob snuck its way up your throat. You choked it down, willing your fist to reach up and knock on the door. You didn’t understand why this was next to impossible. Steve was your best friend. It wasn’t like he was a stranger. It wasn’t like he’d chastise you or yell at you or tell you to fuck off. Yet, there was a fear, deep down, feeding on the anxiety and self-doubt in the pit of your stomach, telling you the opposite; it whispered to you, telling you to run back to your car, scream into the steering wheel, and speed off to disappear from everything and everyone for just a little longer. It’d only be until you got your head on straight, until you figured out what to do with the apartment and your classes and your stuff and–

Knock. knock. knock.

In the blur of a million thoughts racing through your mind, you automatically reached up and weakly knocked, body tensing every muscle as you waited.

The door swung open, revealing one extremely concerned Steve Rogers.

Steve panted, a result from sprinting down the stairs from his upstairs bedroom in an attempt to open the back door by your first knock. Acutely aware of his jaw hanging from its hinges, Steve’s soft baby blues bore into you, scanning you up and down, stunned at you and your dress and how desperate you looked. 

Time stopped the second you saw him; it was difficult to describe, but everything magnetizing between the two of you was different. You felt different– different in the way he was familiar and somehow new at the same time. Steve felt different– different in the way you were single for the first time in two years and he was single since… forever ago.

This time was unlike the million other times.

You both stared. Your lips quivered, his parted in disbelief. Both your minds instantly went blank, unable to think of anything to say, to do. So, the sky thought for you. It opened its floodgates, releasing a torrential downpour as you stood inches from warmth, from comfort.

“Steve,” you croaked, reaching for him. 

It was then, everything came crashing down. 

You crumbled to the ground in a heap, knees buckling while your hand and arms braced for impact with the ground. Steve quickly abandoned his tight grip on the doorframe, catching you, helping you inside. Lungs gasped for air as heavy sobs poured from your chest and tears flowed steadily down your face. You pawed at Steve’s arm hooked around you as he stumbled back into the house, kicking the door closed and collapsing onto the kitchen floor with you in tow. He immediately pulled you closer and hugged you tightly against his chest. You heaved, crying out from the painful pit in your heart, digging your fingers into his flesh, hard enough to bruise. You buried your face into his t-shirt and bawled.

All of it– the rage, the hurt, the mess of balled-up emotions from the last two fucking years– came unraveled. Hands twisted into Steve’s t-shirt, balling the fabric and pulling it taut enough to rip. 

Steve didn’t shout. He didn’t complain. He didn’t utter a single word as he leaned against the kitchen cabinets, rocking you gently, squeezing you harder as his chest rose and fell rhythmically against your pounding skull, silently coaxing you to follow his breathing. Blubbering in his lap, stringing words together became futile as thoughts became unrecognizable. Another wave of panic and anxiety crashed over you. Steve’s mumbled shushes softened you; the deep timbre and honeyed bass of his voice and vibrations in his chest grounded you, welcoming you to safety. To home. 

“Shh… don’t worry, I got you. I have you. You’re okay,” he muttered, running a hand gently up and down your back.

“I–he–bu–” you fumbled, lip quivering as another sob overtook you. Rage clawed at the walls in the chasm of your chest. You screamed. Guttural, pained. Again. And again.

“Shh… it’s okay, let it out. You’re okay. You’re safe here,” he soothed, rocking you, adding in a lowered octave, “I’m here.”

“T–Tony,” you hiccuped, fists twisting more of Steve’s t-shirt. “He–he–”

“What, angel? What about Tony?” 

“He–he c–called me n–names a–and,” you shook your head violently, “he b-broke up with me. For real, this time.”

Steve cupped your cheek, softly wiping away fresh tears with calloused fingertips. While you continued to cry in his arms, his focus turned to the back door you tumbled through. Inside, he seethed; his rage nearly boiled over at the thought of anyone doing this to you, let alone Tony fucking Stark. Out of all the things you’d told him over the last couple years– all the threats, the cruel jokes and abandonment and insults– tonight was the ultimate cherry on top. It validated every time Tony’s actions made Steve think vengeful thoughts on what he’d do if he ever got five minutes with the douchebag. Just five minutes. Alone. 

He shook the thought away, looking back down to you. The last thing he wanted was for you to see him upset, let alone remotely think you were the cause of it. He’d promised himself that the first time you met.

Tony was going to fucking pay for what he’d done to you every single second for the last two years. And on your birthday, for chrissake. 

“What–” Steve swallowed the excess rage in his chest. “What kind of names, sweetie?”

You softened, sniffling, refusing to look at him. “He called me a b–bitch, a–and,” you bit your tongue, “a… cunt.”

The moment the word left your lips, Steve fought every last nerve in him not to put you to bed, get in his car, and go teach Tony a lesson on some fucking manners. Hell, even the idea of taking Bucky and Sam crossed his mind. 

He pushed the thought away, focusing back on you. You needed him. You came to him for help. No one else but him. 

Steve slid his hand off your back and placed it under your chin, thumb and forefinger gently coaxing you to look at him. Big blue eyes swam with concern and worry. In the dark of the kitchen, they seemed brighter than ever– a beacon guiding you back from the hurricane in your head.

In an instant, everything in your head went quiet. No more muffled echoes from the phone call. No more sobs readying to burst out your chest. No more caring about how swollen and puffy your eyes were, or the drying combination of mascara and tear stains running down your cheeks and neck. Your sopping wet dress that drenched the floor, and Steve, was pushed to the back of your brain, the cold no longer leaking into your bones as he brought you back down from the ledge.

All you saw was Steve. All you smelled, all you could feel, was Steve. 

Steve swallowed. His jaw slacked, tongue jutting out to wet his lips, slowly drinking you in for as long as he was able. 

And honestly? You couldn’t care enough to stop him. It’d been so long since someone looked at you the way Steve did.

Had he always looked at you like that?

“Listen to me. You are none of those things. Not even close,” he whispered, hoping you believed him. 

You nodded lightly. “I–I know, but it hurts,” your voice cracked again, eyes drifting away from him. 

“Hey, look at me,” he tugged at your chin, “you will never be anything like he says you are. Ever. Okay?”

You stared at him. A small smile pulled at the corners of your lips as you placed a hand on his, taking it from your chin to your chest. Warmth bloomed as it rested against your damp skin. 

“‘Kay.” Barely a whisper. Enough for only him to hear.

He paused, gaze holding steady on you, lips twitching at the corners. 

“Let’s get you up ‘n out of that thing, yeah?” He nodded to your dress. “You gotta be freezing.”

Gently, he lifted you off his lap, rising from the kitchen floor and pulling you up on your feet. Your legs felt like a wobbly blend of jelly and nerves that forced you to lean onto Steve for support. He anticipated this, catching you and gripping your shoulders. You didn’t say a word. Instead, you clung to him as he guided you through the living room and up the stairs to his bedroom. You passed by Sam and Bucky’s rooms, both empty for the night, just like Natasha’s downstairs. 

As Steve rifled through his drawers and closet, your focus wandered to his messy desk: the lamp cast a soft, warm glow across the room, sitting next to history books and sketchbooks stacked high on top of one another; pencils and dirtied paint brushes littered the surface, products of his latest art assignment. His bed was half-made, dark green covers on one side neatly tucked in while the opposite was thrown aside, exposing gray pinstripe sheets. The walls were covered with scattered art– some his, others his favorite artists’– posters and pictures of family, friends, and some local bands. You bit back a smile. Memories of the shows you both went to over the last few years played like a highlight reel in your mind. You never regretted it; you never passed up a single invite, even after the time Tony locked you out for a whole weekend. 

“Here, these are clean,” he handed you a neatly folded pile of his clothes before adding, “I promise.”

A fuller smile broke across your face. The first of the entire night.

“Uh huh, sure, I believe you,” you joked sarcastically. He feigned hurt, scoffing at your false accusation.

“I did the sniff test, if that makes you feel any better.”

You giggled, taking the clothes from him and turning to head to the bathroom.

“I’ll be down in the kitchen,” he called after you. “You, um, you want something to drink?”

You paused, turning to look at him from the bathroom doorway halfway down the hall. From where he stood, the saturated pink creeping up his neck and reaching his face was more visible than the light on his desk. You couldn’t help but hold in a snicker and flash him a relieved smile, thankful.

“Coffee would be a godsend, right now.”

Steve smiled, saluting you. “Coming right up.”

You headed into the bathroom, tossing the clothes onto the counter, slumping against the door the second you shut and locked it. Finally relaxing, you realized how much tension was pent up in your tired shoulders– which, in turn, prompted the realization you were holding your breath the entire time in Steve’s room. 

Brushing the self-induced lightheadedness, you slipped the ruined dress off your body and hung it up on the shower rod. You hated the color, the texture, but wore it anyway. For Tony. On your birthday.

You cursed yourself, pulling your bra off next– a pushup that held your rib cage hostage the entire night. Just how Tony likes it. 

Or, liked it.

You silently prayed Steve included some Bailey’s in your coffee. 

Pulling on Steve’s sweatshirt, the scent of him enveloped you instantly. You couldn’t help but nuzzle into the neck of it, filling your lungs with the familiarity of Steve. He was a quiet, sunny Sunday morning and freshly brewed coffee. He was a nice night in watching your favorite movies and playing cards. 

Your head was swimming, swirling, caught up in the entirety of your best friend. He was yours just as much as you were his. Through Tony, through other guys you’d subjected yourself to the last few years, none of them compared to Steve. 

You tugged the sweatpants on, catching sight of yourself in the mirror and realizing the runny makeup staining your face. You snorted at how fucking ridiculous you looked, remembering the caked-on layers you’d put on for the evening. Again, just for Tony. The snort turned into a giggle, utterly grateful for Steve not making fun of how you looked and for ignoring the mascara stains on his poor t-shirt from earlier.

But, again, it was Steve. He’d never make fun of you. Ever.

Butterflies– the ones you’d thought were long gone months prior– stuttered suddenly, alive and fluttering in your stomach. 

You instantly recognized the feeling: it was the same you had the day you met Steve.

The same feeling you’d get on roller coasters, or reading an exceptionally good romance novel. Giddiness, dizziness. It was as if you were spinning while the room stood still. Your head felt light, high on helium. Your skin burned. Meeting your own gaze in the mirror, you scanned yourself, the question ‘is this happening right now?’ running on a loop at the forefront of your mind. 

Bzzt.

You jumped at the buzz of a text. With the trance broken, you took into account your shaking hands and the bumping tempo of your heart. Turning on the sink, you made sure the water was as cold as possible before cupping some in your hands and splashing your face. Refreshing. Needed. You rubbed the rest of the runny wakeup off your skin, stuffing your face into the fluffy hand towel and silently promising to get the boys a new one. Picking up your phone, teeth chewed on cheek to hold in your smile at the sight of Steve’s name on the screen.

⍟ Steve: You doing OK? Coffees ready 

You looked at yourself in the mirror.

“You got this,” you told your reflection. “He’s only your best friend.”

The butterflies continued to multiply, bumping against one another, fluttering and escaping out into your chest and your limbs. 

“Fuck.”

You opened the door. 

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“I was beginning to think you climbed out the window up there,” Steve quipped upon seeing you round the corner into the kitchen. He couldn’t help the stupid grin spreading across his face when he saw you in his clothes. You looked more relaxed, more comfortable.

More like you. 

You noticed he changed, too, donning a heather-gray t-shirt that clung to his torso in all the right ways– ways you hadn’t noticed before.

You mentally scolded yourself.

“A–Almost. But I’d never pass up a cup of world-famous Rogers Roast.”

“Wow, world-famous? I would’ve preferred universally-renowned, but I’ll take it.” He held a mug out to you, one faded with a ‘I ❤ New York’ logo– the one you’d gotten for him during your senior-year college internship. “Made it just how you like it.” 

He paused as you took a sip. You could feel his eyes on you, watching you, biting his lip in anticipation as you drank. The coffee tasted like liquid gold, warm and comforting and all-around delicious. You didn’t care if you burnt your tongue. This was what you needed. 

He was what you needed. 

Was he?

You looked back up at Steve. His cheeks flushed as he pressed his lips together, entranced with the mug in your hands, eyes ever-so-slightly flitting from it to your lips and back again. 

“Thank you, Stevie.” 

“You’re welcome, angel.”

You pinched yourself, then took another sip.

Silence fell, comfortable and calm, as you both nursed your drinks, checking your phones and letting time pass. You didn’t care to check the clock. 

Steve cleared his throat and set his phone down. 

“So, um,” he began. “What else did you have planned for your birthday?” 

His voice was low, tender, careful with the question so as not to upset you. He was curious, however, and determined to see exactly how much Tony fucked up your night.

And your life.

“Oh,” you swallowed, chewing your lip in an attempt to remember what you’d originally planned.

“He was, ah, gonna take me dancing. After dinner, after he,” you took an unsteady breath, “after he met my family. It was the one thing he told me he'd let me do after dinner.” You shook your head, adding under your breath, “besides him.”

Tension seeped into the space between you both. You didn’t want to meet Steve’s stare; it was the one you’d always see whenever you told him about Tony, one filled with anger so palpable it made his arms flex subconsciously, one he thought he hid well enough so you never saw, but you always did. Without looking up, you already knew his jaw was clenched and his shoulders were stiff and his eyes bored a hole into the wall behind you. Butterflies started to somersault, crashing into the waves of worry and anxiety. 

“Why?”

You looked up. Blue eyes. Stormy, swirling, stubborn.

“What?”

“Why did you stay with him?” Steve asked steadily, voice barely above a whisper. His Adam’s apple bobbed.

You paused. “Because he wouldn’t let me leave.”

“I could’ve helped you. We could’ve helped you,” he gestured vaguely to the rest of the house.

Your teeth tore into your bottom lip. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

“I–” Steve sighed and carded a hand through his dirty blond hair, frustrated, trying to keep his promise while also appealing to you and balancing the fragile tightrope you two stood on. “I care about you, angel. I care about you so fuckin’ much. I just wanna know why. Why he was– why you were–”

“I–” Don’t fucking cry. “I was trapped. Every time I tried to leave, he’d tie me down more. It… it wasn’t as easy as you fucking think, Steve. Rose-colored glasses, wool over my eyes, wolf in sheep's clothing, that sorta thing, ya know? These last couple years, I… I don’t know why tonight was it, and I don’t know how I was able to get out, and I just… I don’t fucking know. I don’t. I–” 

You felt tears again. 

“I– Angel, I wasn’t trying to–”

“No, I know,” you cut him off, setting down your mug to rub your face in your hands. “I know. But I need you to understand that I– God, my fucking brain feels so scrambled. I just feel so confused, I feel like I’m going insane right now. Fuck!” 

You tried to calm down, taking deep breaths to feed your strained lungs, holding on to each before exhaling. In, hold, out, repeat. 

The room was spinning again, whirling around like a sick carnival ride as your center of gravity began to give.

As you braced the counter, strong hands and warm, muscular arms engulfed you, lifting you back from the countertop and guiding you into the middle of the kitchen. Steve pressed into you until you relented, reaching your arms around him and pulling him closer. The tension in your shoulders melted, migrating to your chest where your heart surged the moment he touched you, where it pounded against your sternum, threatening to break out of its marrow cage. You inhaled him, savoring him, feeling him all around you.

Slowly, delicately, Steve unwrapped from you. He was careful with every touch, as if he would shatter you– even though he had no problem with putting you back together again. He’d done it a million times before, and he’d do it a million times again.

He’d do it all again for you. 

Steve carefully slid your hands from around his center, placing one onto his shoulder, then– nervously and ever-so-slowly– he held your other hand out, sliding down your forearm and entwining his fingers into yours. His free hand fell softly onto your waist, fingers absently and lightly kneading the fabric and skin underneath his palm.

“May I have this dance?” he whispered.

You looked up from the floor to Steve, speechless. You nodded.

Then, he started to sway. He guided you both, rocking side to side to an unheard rhythm and subtly spinning in unison under the soft glow of the kitchen light.

He smiled softly, boyish and genuine, with admiration and tenderness in his eyes. Something gentle and kind, something about the feeling and the familiarity of it– of him– sank into you the longer you looked at him. Your focus shifted around the features of his chiseled face. You recognized the light freckles stippled across his nose and cheeks leftover from the summer; the scar on his earlobe from the night Natasha drunkenly dared you to pierce his ear and failed; the faint worry lines sculpted into his forehead he inherited from his father; the soft, full pink of his lips that innocently parted when you caught him staring at you.

It was the feeling that felt foreign to you; the one missing from your life after the last two years. But, it wasn’t missing. It had been right in front of you the entire time stealing glances, accidental touches, and irreplaceable memories.

Steve had been there. 

Steve had been the one looking at you like that for the last two years. 

He wasn’t missing. He was just waiting his turn. 

And, judging by the realization that washed over your face, his waiting was over. 

Steve's smile widened as he squeezed your waist, wordlessly confirming the thoughts running rampant in your head. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed the ghost of a cry, blinking away tears forming in the corners of his vision. 

Your lips trembled as you smiled back. Slowly, you snaked your hand from his shoulder to his cheek and cupped his face. He leaned into your touch instantly, stubble and skin rubbed against your palm as he kissed it lightly. The press of his lips sent a spark coursing through your veins, electrifying your body and the air around you. The two of you continued to sway while the kitchen spun faster, a blurred whirlwind while you both remained in focus.

“When?” you asked, voice barely audible.

“Since the day I met you.”

“Why didn’t you–”

Steve shrugged. “I wanted to get to know you first. Didn’t wanna be some random dude who just wanted you for your number. You seemed too special to rush into something. Still are,” he sighed. “I wanted to be your friend first, but before I could muster up some courage, Tony swept you out from under me.” 

Guilt crawled up your throat. “I– I’m sorry, Stevie.”

He stepped away from you, twirling you, then dragged you back to him. You could’ve sworn your heart stopped beating. 

“No, baby, you don’t have anything to be sorry for. I promise. I–” his voice broke. “I wanted you to be happy. I want you to be happy. I just– I wish I did more for you. I should’ve done more for you.”

He tilted his head to the ceiling trying to stop his tears from falling, but you pulled him right back down to you. 

“Steve,” you started, keeping on his baby blues while your own voice struggled to remain steady, “you’ve done more for me than anyone else in the entire world. Hell, in my entire life. I just lost the last two years of my life suffering with someone I thought I loved. Who I thought loved me.”

You brought your other hand to his face. “You did all you could. I just… I thought it was gonna get better, you know? I thought, I hoped– God, I even fucking prayed– that he’d get better, but he didn’t. Nothing did. And I couldn’t find a way out. It’s like he conditioned me to believe he was the only one I had, like, he was the only one who’d ever save me.”

Steve frowned, but nodded in understanding. 

“I’m glad you came to me. Not just tonight, but every night. It was like reassuring me that I didn’t totally lose you, or like I never totally lost you.”

“You’ll never lose me, Stevie.”

His face, red-hot underneath your touch, moved closer to yours. You couldn’t tell if you were pulling or he was pushing. His hands gripped your waist the tighter you held his face, the two of you crashing into one another in slow-motion. The light above you grew brighter, the humming of the appliances was getting louder, the room spun at an infinitely unfathomable speed. 

You crashed together. 

Soft lips– softer than either of you could’ve ever pictured feeling– fit together like the perfect puzzle pieces. Neither of you moved, staying locked together until your hands slipped around his neck, pulling him closer and smashing his nose into your cheek. His grip became bruising as his fingers kneaded into your waist, steadying himself with your hips. You felt another surge of electricity as his tongue jutted out, parting your lips and swiping along the bottom before retreating back behind his.

He tipped you backwards on your heel, smirking against your lips as you flinched and grabbed onto the collar of his shirt. 

Setting you upright, he pulled away from the kiss and whispered, “I’ll never let you go.”

“Never?” 

“Ever.”

You kissed him again, and the butterflies went wild. 

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[savventeen]

you say the stupidest (sweetest) things

pairing: seungkwan x gn!reader rating: 16+ (for swearing) wc: 4.5k prompt: seungkwan + "things you said at 1am" summary: you say stupid shit on the best of days, so when seungkwan comes over when you're having a bad bout of insomnia, the last thing he expects to hear from you is an accidental love confession warnings: insomnia, mental health issues, dissociation mention tags: fluff, friends to lovers, first kiss, reader is a little unhinged but who isn't tbh, they're also highkey allergic to genuine expressions of love/affection but they're working on it, banter, stimming, wrestling like children to try and work through emotions, reader is some flavor of lgbt+ (they make an "i've never done anything straight in my life" joke), reader's pov is dramatic bc they're dramatic oops a/n: this is for @dokyeomin as a part of my emergency commissions (check out the post here) and this was only supposed to be 1k but it 100% got away from me... i hope you still enjoy the fluff and all of the attached nonsense <3

From: Y/n 🔪 [11:47pm]

yo kwannie if i impulsively decide to go to the 24h convenience store how harshly do u think they'll jusdge me for buying every flavor of gummy candy available *judge i wanna see if i can melt them down into one Ultimate Gummy u know for Science

Seungkwan pauses brushing his teeth and stares down at your messages.

To be fair, it's probably not the strangest thing you've ever texted him. He's known you since your second year of college, after all, so he has about half a decade of experience with all of your various y/n-isms under his belt now.

Which is how he knows to trust his gut when it tells him that this probably isn't your usual brand of nonsense.

He spits the toothpaste into the sink and dials your number. You answer on the second ring.

“Before you say anything,” you start, “I was only half-serious about the gummies thing. Like, it's a fun idea, you know? In theory. But in actuality? I do not want to deal with the mess that it would create. Or the smells. Well, the smells might actually be pretty good depending on—“

“Uh-huh,” he interrupts dryly. “Y/n, when's the last time you slept?”

The beat of silence that follows is enough to confirm his suspicions, and the hesitant “Um” that follows is just the icing on the cake, really.

He sighs. “The fact that you have to think about it says enough.”

“I don’t need to think about it,” you argue petulantly. “I just… don’t wanna tell you.”

“Y/n...” he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Look, I know, I'm sorry.” And you do sound a little bit sorry, at least. “I'm just. Having an episode. Don't worry about it.”

His shoulders droop as the words sink in. “Episodes” are what you've taken to calling your intermittent bouts of serious insomnia.

Generally speaking, you sleep about as well as the average twenty-something with a caffeine addiction. But every few months or so, it's like your brain completely forgets how to shut off and you end up staying awake for 40+ hours straight.

“Well,” he says, putting his toothbrush away and going back to his bedroom. “You know that ship has sailed, right? You know I'm gonna worry about it.”

Your deep sigh crackles over the line. “Yeah, I know.”

“So. Where're we at this time?”

He mentally braces himself. The two of you have done this enough times now that he knows that you know there's no point in trying to lie or beat around the bush.

“Uhhhhhhh, I'll be hitting the 46-hour mark in about 20 minutes.”

“Aish.”

The fact that you can say that so casually makes his heart hurt. He knows that whenever he doesn't get enough sleep, he makes sure everyone knows it and thus babies him accordingly. But you've always been so intent on hiding anything and everything you struggle with. It's taken years for him to bully himself past the walls you keep hidden behind shit-eating grins and an over-willingness to help.

“Okay,” he says, moving to the dresser to grab an extra set of clothes. “I'll be over in an hour.”

“Wait. What?”

“You heard me.” He tosses the clothes onto his bed before going to grab one of his duffle bags, firmly asserting, “You've got an hour to mentally prepare yourself for my arrival.”

“Honey, you've got a big storm comin',” you quote at him without hesitating.

“You sure do,” he assures with a snort. “Better get ready to feel the wrath of my friendship.”

“Why do you have to love so aggressively?”

He rolls his eyes while he throws his clothes into the duffle bag with one hand. “Because it's the only way you'll accept it, idiot.”

“No, it isn't.”

Your pout is so audible through the phone that Seungkwan has to stop and glance at the screen in disbelief.

“Y/n. Y/n L/n. Do not stand there and lie to my face like that.”

“I'm not lying!”

“Not—” He gesticulates wildly with one hand like he's going Can you believe this shit? to an invisible TV audience. “Okay, tell me this: what did you do the last time I sincerely monologued at you about how much you mean to me as a friend, hmm? No bits, no bullshit, just me telling you how much I love you and how amazing you are.”

A beat. “I'll hang up on you, Kwannie, don't test me.”

He barely resists the urge to shove his face into the bedspread and scream. “You're literally proving my point right now!”

“Kwannieeee,” you whine, because you know he's right.

“Also, because I'm never letting you live it down, I will remind you exactly what you did."

You say his name again, but it's muffled, and he assumes it's because you're hiding your face in shame.

“I gave you a sincere, heartfelt speech about how much your friendship has changed my life for the better and made me become a better person—” he ignores your wordless pterodactyl screech, “—and how do you respond? By staring at me like a deer caught in the headlights, slowly raising your arms to give me double finger guns, winking, and then slowly backing out of the room like an awkward mannequin!”

“...”

“Well?” He puts his free hand on his hip. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“… I’ve changed a lot since then.”

Seungkwan rolls his eyes before moving to continue packing his overnight bag. “It was literally three months ago.”

“Yeah, and? Doesn't change the fact that I've changed,” you assert.

“Into even more of a nuisance? Yes, you're absolutely right.” He smiles when he hears you scoff playfully.

“Listen here, Boo Seungkwan. You know that well-rested Y/n is ready to throw down with you at a moment's notice. What do you think sleep-deprived, zero-impulse-control Y/n is going to do the second you get to their front door?”

“Stop referring to themself in the third person, hopefully,” he mutters, finally zipping up his bag and heading to the door. “And then after that, they're going to let me bully them into resting.”

“Hmm. The council has heard your proposal, briefly pondered it, and deemed it “unnecessary” on the basis of: they're a bad bitch that can't be stopped by neither time nor physics nor any god of your choosing.”

Seungkwan scoffs as he puts the call on speaker and sits to put on his sneakers. “Well, “the council” can go fuck right off.”

“What if the council would like to fuck right on?”

Pausing in the middle of tying his laces, he blinks down at his phone. “I'm— what?”

“Okay, real talk, what do you think it would mean in this case? Like, would this be like a 'hop on' versus 'hop off' situation? Or more like an 'I'm down for this' versus 'I'm up for this' kinda situation? Because it would have very different outcomes depending.”

Seungkwan decides that this is a debate better left for another time. “I think it means that I'm going to be at your house soon and that if you're not in your pajamas with hot Sleepy Time tea and the series Planet Earth ready to go, there will be consequences.”

“Booooooo, you whore.”

He finishes tying his laces and jabs his finger at the phone. “Consequences, Y/n.”

“Ugh, fine.”

“See you soon, love you, bye.” He hangs up before you can get another word in, but doesn't move from his seated position in the entryway.

Slowly, he takes a deep breath in and lets it out, taking a moment to lean back on his hands while he stares at the back of his front door. Specifically, at the large collage of sticky notes and pictures and doodles that have taken up residence there.

A few of the notes are ones he's gotten from other members of your shared friend group over the years (the one from Chan that reads "if u eat my rice i'll eat ur kneecaps xoxo" hangs proudly in the center, right next to a picture of him sleeping that Seungkwan managed to capture from an extremely unflattering angle). But most of them are from you.

Dumb puns, meme references, bullshit animal facts you made up just to get him to laugh… almost all of them are stupid in that extremely charming way that only you somehow manage to pull off.

But the one he's staring at now is almost completely hidden by other notes and pictures that have been added to the collage. It's a pale blue, the ink starting to fade a bit with time — the first note you ever gave him, back when you two were just people who happened to sit next to each other in an astronomy class.

Even though most of it is hidden, he doesn't need to be able to see all the tiny words you crammed into the small space to already know exactly what it says.

how do u make a space party? u planet :P u looked sad today, hope this makes u feel a little better also if this is 2 forward feel free 2 pretend i don't exist. or punt me in2 the sun idk u'd be doing me a favor tbh

He'd almost skipped class that day because of how bad he'd been feeling, but he'd decided to try and push through. And before that day, neither of you had interacted with more than a polite greeting and the occasional question about the homework.

But then you'd passed him that note, and he'd passed one back that said “that's dumb. but thank you” with a smiley face, and you'd passed another one back that said “do u think lizard people have ever been to space?” and the rest, they say, is history.

Seungkwan shakes his head with a sigh before standing up and grabbing his bag and his keys, striding determinedly out the door. He's got a best friend to take care of.

Seungkwan should be at your place soon, and you're not quite sure what to do in the meantime.

You have your laptop hooked up to the monitor in the living room with Planet Earth queued up, you have the kettle filled with water and ready to go on the stove, and you have mugs and teabags ready on the counter next to it.

The Required Tasks™️ have been completed as much as possible without the arrival of your best friend, and now all that's left to do is wait.

Which, normally, you're not the worst at. You're excellent at entertaining yourself, actually, mostly because there's always something to think about. Whether it be about cute dogs that you've seen over the past week (I wonder if the pomeranian down the street will let me pet him next time), potential plot twists for the new fantasy drama you're a little bit obsessed with (what if Gregothy was cursed the whole time???), or generic ponderings of the human existence as a whole (do souls have the metaphysical equivalent of a fingerprint?), you're pretty much always thinking about something.

Which is totally fine and dandy and cool or whatever when you have the ability to, you know, shut it off. For example, when you need to do something simple and necessary like, oh I don't know, go the fuck to sleep.

You also hate when that manic mental energy somehow translates into kinetic energy as well. It makes you feel like a hamster in a cage, watching yourself running and running and running on that stupid wheel until you exhaust yourself.

Tonight's metaphorical wheel: stimming like wild in the kitchen. Flapping, rocking, (gently) slapping, making weird and fun mouth sounds, the whole shebang.

And again, normally stimming is fun. Stimming is great. But stimming because you feel like if you don't stop moving you're going to literally vibrate out of your skin is, to put it lightly, Not It.

It takes you about ten minutes to work out all of the energy until you no longer feel like your blood was replaced with pop rocks.

With a groan, you lower yourself to the kitchen floor and lay down face first. Because despite how exhausted you feel in every possible way, there's still something like an itch in your conscious, a fucking pea underneath the miles of mattresses that refuse to let you just. Fucking. Sleep.

Your pity party must've lasted longer than you realized (or, more likely, you dissociated for a hot second there) because suddenly someone's knocking at your door at the same time you get a text from Seungkwan.

And you know it's a text from Seungkwan specifically because you got Vernon to help you change your notification settings so that whenever Seungkwan texts you, the "i love you.. bitch" sound clip plays instead of a normal text tone.

For a fraction of a second, you contemplate slowly inching your way to the door like an uncoordinated caterpillar, but you swat the thought aside like you’re swatting a gnat and you awkwardly roll to your feet and make your way to your front door.

Without hesitating, you unlock the door, swinging it open with a flourish and sticking a finger right in Seungkwan's face before he can utter a single syllable, forcing him to cross his eyes.

You open your mouth wide like you're going to say something, pause for a moment, then tap your pointed finger to his nose with a quiet "boop."

He blinks, expression turning deadpan, and sighs. "I should have expected this, honestly."

“Yep!”

You let him into your apartment, and he makes himself right at home, mildly bitching at you as he goes to get the tea ready, and something within you shifts.

The inside of your head is still a bit of a dumpster fire, unfortunately, but inside your chest... something clicks into place that you're not sure that you're ready to name. Whatever it is, though, it's soft and warm and kinda feels like your heart is being hugged.

Smiling to yourself, you follow him into the kitchen.

💤 💤 💤 💤 💤

It was pretty much straight to “business” after that, and it only takes Seungkwan one cup of tea and two episodes listening to David Attenborough's dulcet narrations for him to knock right out, leaning heavily against your shoulder on the couch.

Which means it's now the perfect time to sit there and Admire Your Bro™️.

It's rare to see him so still, you think. He's an active guy, in pretty much every sense of the word, and you always feel a little honored when you get to be witness to his quiet, vulnerable moments like this one.

He looks so serene, face smoothed out and painted in soft twirling shades of blue from the screen of the monitor, though you can't see too much of it from this angle. Mostly you just see his cheeks and stupidly adorable button nose.

And you've seen the same thing a million times before — in all kinds of states and expressions — and despite how much you've tried to ignore it, each and every time you've caught yourself noticing just how cute Seungkwan is, it's caused that thing in your heart to scrunch up, full of the L-word feeling that you've kept unnamed for what feels like forever now.

Except, maybe that thing in your heart is tired of scrunching up. Maybe it's decided that it's tired of forever.

Maybe that thing has finally decided to burrow itself out of the walls you've built up because you find yourself finally allowing yourself to think, Holy shit, I think I'm in love with you.

You don't realize that Seungkwan has completely stilled against you, but you certainly notice when he suddenly throws himself forward so he can turn around and stare at you incredulously. Only he overshoots a little bit and ends up falling off the couch with a squawk and a dramatic flail.

"Oh my god, Kwannie are you okay?!"

He stares at you from where he fell, wide-eyed like you've grown a second head or like the time you'd tried to convince him that birds weren't real and actually just a government conspiracy.

"Am— am I okay? No??"

Now it's your turn to move off of the couch, coming down to his level to see if maybe he hurt himself when he fell. "Fuck, okay, did you hit something? Do you need an icepack?"

Seungkwan being Not Okay is maybe one of the worst things that could ever happen in the entire universe and you're trying not to panic as you reach out to check for injuries.

"No, no, stop—" he bats away at your hands and you stop in your motions, now kneeling in front of him. "I'm not hurt!"

Your brain does the cartoonish screech thing as it comes to a halt, and you furrow your brows. "But.. you just said you're not okay?"

"I'm not!" His eyes are still wide in shock, but he also looks confused and maybe a little bit like he's about to cry?

Oh no. If he cries and it's somehow your fault (because it has to somehow be your fault) you think the world might actually end.

"Okay, uh. I am— confused,” you start, sure you must look as lost as you feel. “But, um, what can I do to help?"

He swallows, and a part of you realizes that he's looking at you with an expression you've never seen before. "Did you mean it?"

Knowing that it's significant but not yet knowing why, you maintain eye contact. "Mean what?"

"What you just said."

You blink. "...that I'm confused?"

He shakes his head. "No, before that."

You have a hard time remembering what you just said when you're not sleep-deprived and worried you've just somehow accidentally caused irreparable emotional damage to your best friend. "Uh... when I asked if you were okay?"

"No, fuck," and it's a shock for some reason, hearing him cuss right now. You hear him say much worse things all the time, but you think it might be the way he said it — with a kind of desperate vulnerability that you're not sure you've ever heard from him before.

That thing in your chest twinges and you think maybe you're the one who's gonna start crying.

He says your name like a plea, and then he's on his knees right in front of where you're kneeling on the floor, reaching forward to cup your face in his palms. "You said— Y/n, you said "holy shit I think I'm in love with you.””

Oh.

You're pretty sure your heart falls right out of your ass and bounces across the rug, judging from the way it comes to a dead stop. You blink at him. Full of new and sinking kind of dread, you whisper, "...I said that out loud?"

He laughs, but it's tinged with incredulity and sounds a little too close to a sob for comfort. "Yes! You did!"

And wait, no, your heart is still stuck in your chest, because you can feel it start pounding against your ribcage in double, triple, quadruple time. He must see the fear in your expression, because suddenly his eyes are narrowed in a determined scowl and he growls, "Oh no you don't."

Then you find yourself going down with a yelp as Seungkwan octopuses himself around you, trapping you within the confines of his surprisingly strong arms and legs as he basically tackles you to the floor.

You try and wiggle away even as you know it's useless, and he grits, "Y/n dammit, answer my question."

"Why were you even awake?” You deflect, getting an arm free and trying to give him a wedgie. “You were supposed to be asleep!"

"I was supposed to be asleep?!” He screeches, easily evading your reach and poking your ribs to get you to reflexively pull back your arm. “You're the one who hasn't slept in literal days! And stop avoiding my question!"

"No!" He has you trapped once again, and you resort to licking his arm.

"Oh my god!"

He muffles his scream into your shoulder, long and frustrated, and then he just... goes limp. He loosens his hold and just lets his full body weight kinda crush the parts of you he's ended up lying on and just... lays there.

This is your chance, you know — to wiggle free and escape and run away from your feelings just like you always have.

But, for some reason, you don't — that scrunched-up thing in your chest holds you back. You stay there, lying beneath Seungkwan on the floor of your living room at one-something in the morning, and the two of you just breathe.

"It's okay, you know," he murmurs after a moment, so quiet you barely hear him over David Attenborough still narrating softly in the background. "If you didn't mean it. It's okay."

Holy shit, I think I'm in love with you.

And you realize how easy it would be to play it off, to blame it on the sleep deprivation, the way you blurted it out like that — to say (to lie) you meant it completely platonically, like the way you propose to Mingyu at least once a month when he cooks you all dinner.

And you also realize, quite shockingly, that despite how a part of you still desperately wants to run away, the larger part of you wants to stay. Doesn't want to run. Doesn't want to lie anymore.

You swallow heavily, briefly close your eyes, and take in a deep breath. "And if I did? Mean it?"

This time, you do notice when Seungkwan goes still. Slowly, he lifts his head so he can look you in the eyes.

When he doesn't say anything, just continues to look at you with an unreadable expression, you try to continue.

"Would you— would that— would it be okay? If I meant it? When I— when I said that I'm in love with you? Is— because um, like you said, it's okay if it's not, and uh—"

Your nervous rambling comes to a stop when he once again cups your face, but it's gentler than before, closer to a caress. The whole time you'd been talking he'd been slowly sitting up, and now he's on his knees next to where you're still lying down on the floor, looking down at you like all the hope in the world is somewhere to be found in your expression.

"Y/n." he says your name like it's something precious, and you feel the absurd urge to burst into tears. "It would be very okay." His thumbs make gentle arcs across your cheeks. "And just to be clear: you mean it in a non-platonic sense, right?” He chews on his lip. “Hopefully, in a very much romantic sense?"

Staring at him staring at you, eyes bright with hope and a little bit of wonder... you can only imagine you must be looking at him the same way. Your chest feels like it's full of helium but also like something warm and gooey is sloshing around in there. And all that hope and wonder and holy shit is this actually happening? is causing your tongue to stick to the roof of your mouth, and all you're able to get past your lips is a breathless, "Hopefully?"

"Oh my god," he groans in frustration, but it's light and airy and makes you think of amusement park rides and fairy lights and how you want to annoy the shit out of this man for the rest of his life, if he'll let you. He's shaking his head, smiling, beaming, and he asks, "Why can you never give me any kind of a straight answer, huh?"

"Because it's my life's purpose to be the bane of your existence until the day we die," you say, reaching up to hold his face too. "Also because I've never done anything straight ever in my life."

And then your body is moving before your brain can think it though, dragging him down until you can press your lips to his and finally, finally know what it's like to kiss Boo Seungkwan.

He makes a little noise of surprise, one that you can feel buzz against your lips before he melts into you. And oh, any thoughts you might have had are forcefully ejected from your brain because all you can focus on are his lips pressed to yours, the way they move slowly, gently, turning this chaste kiss into the most scorching experience of your life. His nose bumps against yours and the heat of his warm breath sends tingles throughout your body, and his hands, fuck, his hands are still holding you gently but also with a firmness that feels like he doesn't want to let you go.

And then he's pulling away, and you whine at him because this may be the cruelest thing he's ever done to you ever in your entire life. "Noooooo, why'd you stop?"

"Because, as much as I'd love to continue to make out with you on your floor while an old British man narrates about life on the Serengeti—” he mercifully ignores the way you choke on your spit at the way he talks about making out with you so nonchalantly "—it's past someone's bedtime."

Your mouth drops open in offended shock. Was he actually going to put you to bed like a child? Like you both hadn't just declared your romantic love for each other? "Are you fucking serious?"

He just stands up and crosses his arms, looking down at you with a single raised eyebrow. You take the part of you that finds it annoyingly attractive and promptly smother it, crossing your own arms from your position on the floor.

"I'm not a baby," you definitely don't pout.

"Hmmm...” And then the bastard fucking pouts at you. “But you're my baby."

You blink at him.

"Welp, that was nice while it lasted,” you grunt, rolling to your feet, “but I suddenly need to relocate to Antarctica and become a penguin herder.”

He pulls you into his arms with a laugh, and you let him, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder.

“You know,” he starts after he's held you for a few moments. “This isn't how I ever imagined how us confessing to each other would go.”

You snort.

“But also,” he continues, “it feels very 'us' doesn't it?”

"Yeah,” you murmur, not bothering to lift your head from his shoulder.

“Mmm, is someone finally sleepy?” he teases, starting to waddle you both towards your bedroom. “Did all the emotions finally wear you out?”

Instead of nodding, you lightly kick him in the shin and the sappy part of your brain that is currently in charge of everything thinks that his indignant squawk is one of your most favorite sounds.

The sappy part of your brain is right, of course, and when you wake up in your bed 15 hours later and accidentally smack him in the face, the urge to run is a little bit smaller than it was before. And the way he flushes bright red after you sleepily kiss him on the cheek is an image you're going to cherish until the day you die.

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[pedroshotwifey]

Lesson

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Tags/Warnings: NO use of Y/N, dom!reader, sub!din djarin, extreme over-stimulation, pregnant reader (not mentioned until the end), reader is a badass and we love her, restraints, aftercare, fluffy fluff, slight bdsm, Din whimpers bc I want to see Din whimper, im sure im forgetting stuff but oh well

Summary: Din chooses to put himself in danger by changing plans during a mission, and you decide it's about time he learns a lesson.

A/N: Hello lovely people! Hope you enjoy some subby Din for a while. I don't really have much to say this time, so just ignore my rambling I suppose. As always, requests are wide open and reposts, comments, and likes are very much appreciated! <3

***

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” 

You’re absolutely furious. In all the years that you’ve been with Mando, he’s never made a mistake this detrimental. Not only did he almost lose the bounty with his random change of plan, but he also put himself right into the path of danger. This shouldn’t have been a dangerous mission, but somehow, Din found a way to make it life-threatening. 

The bounty the two of you were after had been hiding out in an old, abandoned ship on an old, abandoned planet. The main objective was to get the target outside of the ship to capture him in case there was any kind of fuel left in the corroding ship. 

You thought you were both stationed in your respective positions, the bait set to lead the bounty out, when you had noticed something was missing. Din. Din was missing. You curse under your breath as you stand up to get a better look at his empty post. Fucking bastard. 

You spot a gleam of beskar in your peripheral and turn to follow it. He’s too far away from you for you to yell at him or try to grab him, practically at the opening at the ship already. There's nothing for you to do but wait and see how everything plays out. You groan as you crouch back down behind the rock you had been hiding behind. 

Then you hear a deafeningly loud bang.

Your heart drops to your stomach as you shoot back up to your feet. 

“MANDO!” You hear yourself scream his name but you don’t remember making an attempt to do so. 

You immediately know what had happened as you get closer to the ruined ship. The first thing you see is the absolute wreckage laying around where the ship used to be, some of it still smoldering. The second thing you see is fucking Mando emerging from the smoke, target in hand. 

His armor is coated in a black film, likely from being so close to the tank when he fucking shot it and blew it up. You stand in place and let him walk to you, keeping a firm expression the entire time. You can tell the moment he sees the way you’re seething. His movement falters and he lowers his head ever so slightly, continuing toward you with his tail tucked. 

You wait until he is a few feet away from you before turning on your heel and starting the way back to the Crest. You know he’ll follow, so you don’t look back or say a word until you reach your shared ship.

When you climb aboard, you wordlessly signal for Mando to put the bounty in carbonite before you climb up to get the ship into the air. Once you’re out of the atmosphere, you climb back down the ladder to find Mando standing in the middle of the hull. 

He doesn’t say a word to you, just stands there awaiting your orders. Smart. You point to the bedroom and wait for him to start walking before you trail behind him, still fuming. He stops in front of the bed and watches you walk past him and into the closet. You throw a single word his way as you start digging for the restraints. 

“Strip.” 

He shudders at your tone but does as he’s told.

***

“Please, Cyar’ika, please!”

The sob that slips from his mouth is delicious even though it’s a bit muffled by his vocoder. You chuckle darkly as you look down at him, The Mandalorian, clad in nothing but his helm and the binders around his wrists and ankles that secure him to the corners of the bunk. 

His cock, throbbingly hard and flushed almost purple at the tip, jumps as you speak. The twitch is overstimulating enough to have his whole body try to curl into itself, but it doesn’t budge with the way he’s binded. 

“Aww, you poor, sweet boy,” you say with a mock sympathy as you fold your hand to rub your knuckles along the inside of his thigh. “Want to come so bad, don’t you?”

You both know the answer to that question. You’ve been going at this for hours now. You denied him at first, bringing him to the edge and then denying him as soon as you felt him about to bust. You lost count at about nine times—around the same time Din started to cry. After close to an hour of that, you did let him come, just like he wanted. But then you didn’t stop. 

The last hour and a half or so have been spent working him up just softly enough to get him hard and leaking again, and then edging him for a while before letting him come. Each time, he grows more sensitive, and each time, it becomes more fun for you. 

You know your panties are ruined with your arousal at this point, but you don’t pay too much attention to the fact. This is about Din right now, about teaching your Mandalorian a lesson.  You want to rip his helmet from his head so you can see the way his tears streak down his ruddy cheeks, so you can hear his whines for mercy without the modulator warping his voice. But you don’t, not yet at least. You want him to feel humiliated by the way he is being punished and violated while still in his beskar. 

He begs you to stop, but you know he doesn’t mean it. You have a specific code for these types of things—if he really wants to, all he has to do is say the word and you’d have him out of the binders and in your gentle embrace within seconds. He hasn’t said the word yet, though. He’s too stubborn to let you win completely, but that's okay, you don’t plan to break him. You just want to make him think that you will. 

He tilts his head back and whimpers in response to your taunting question and you take the opportunity to grab his cock. Din’s head comes back up with lightning speed as he shouts at the contact that causes his body to shake once again. Though he orgasms, not much trickles out. A small dribble of cum escapes the tip of his cock and leaks down his softening shaft. 

He’s a whining, whimpering mess beneath you, and you can’t get enough. 

“Think you’ve learned your lesson, sweet boy?” You pet his flaccid cock, making him sob as you ask him the question. He nods to the best of his ability and you tut down at him. “Use your words for me, baby.” 

“Y-yes, I’ve learned my lesson,” he tries to keep his voice unwavering but fails miserably. 

“Yes, what, honey?” 

“Yes m-ma’am, I’ve l-learned my lesson, I’m s-sorry.”

You hum in consideration for a moment before speaking again. “Good boy. I think you deserve a reward for that, don’t you?”

He nods and you figure you’ll accept it this time. 

“Okay, baby, I’ll be right back.”

With that, you sit up from where you had been perched on the side of the bed and stride into the closet. As soon as you go through the threshold, you hear Din let out a shuddering breath. Poor thing must be exhausted. You smile at the thought. He’s not done yet. 

You open a drawer and dig around until you find what you’re looking for. Once you have the wand in your grasp, you walk back out into the bedroom. You hold the object behind your back so he can’t see while you sit back in your original position. He’s quiet as he waits for you to speak. 

“Okay, here’s what’s going to happen,” you start, trying to hold your smile back. “I’m going to help you with a little toy, and you’re going to tell me why you’re so sorry.” You wait a moment to watch the way he tilts his head back in defeat. When you hear a small blubber of regret slip from his lips, you continue. 

“If you can give me the right answer, I’m going to be generous and let you come, and then we’ll be done. If you can’t… well I guess you’ll just have to wait and see, pretty boy. How does that sound?” 

“S-sounds fair, ma’am.”

You nod at him and reach your hands up to his helmet. “Can I take this off, sweetie?” He hesitates but gives you a small nod after a moment. He doesn’t want you to see the mess of tears staining his face. 

You release the airlocks and lift up, slowly revealing his pouty lips, his prominent nose, his beautiful, begging eyes, and finally his soft, brown curls. He looks up at you slightly parted lips as you set his helmet to the side. 

“There’s my pretty boy,” you say before leaning down to place a gentle kiss to his lips. You don’t wait any longer to move down the bed to where his swollen cock lays against his stomach. You smirk and take the vibrator you picked out into your hand, flipping the switch to turn it onto a low setting. Din flinches at the sound. 

“Okay, honey, I want you to keep your eyes on me while you speak, just so I know you’re not lying to me.” A tear slides down his cheek and you can see him gulp down his anxiety. “Yes, ma’am,” he says after a moment.

Bending down, you place a kiss to the tip of his dick, and he tries his best to get away from the contact. When you look up, he’s staring at the ceiling. You lightly slap his cock, making him shout. “Look at me, baby, I’m not gonna tell you again.” 

Once his glossy eyes are on you, you bring the vibrator to the tip of his dick. He immediately bucks his hips away and starts to whimper and pant. “Now tell me, what did you do wrong today?” 

Mando is too busy gritting his teeth through the blinding overstimulation to answer your question, and you turn the wand up to a higher setting. It’s a fair warning, you think. He screams and thrashes in his restraints. 

“I’m sorry, Gods, I’m sorry, p-please!”

“Sorry for what?” 

“I’m sorry I went ag-ah-against the plan, Gods, I’m s-sorry,” he tries his best to ignore the way the sobs muddle his speech. 

You run the vibrator up and down his shaft before bringing it to the tip and applying pressure. 

“Good boy… Are you going to do it again?” 

“No, no, please!”

You smile and figure that he probably means it. If he ever pulled a stunt like that again, you’d have him chained to the bed for days. His beautiful brown eyes stay on you the whole time.

“Okay, baby, I believe you.” Even though he’s still squirming beneath you, he looks visibly more relaxed at the knowledge that this is almost over. “I want you to beg for it baby, beg me to let you come.” As humiliating as it is, he doesn’t have to be told twice. 

“Please let me come, p-please! I’ve been so good for you! Been s-so good!” 

You chuckle at the desperation in his voice as you lean down one more time. Keeping the vibrator on the tip of his cock, you turn it up to the max setting and take one of his balls into your mouth, sucking harshly. 

He lets out the loudest shout of the night as he comes. He shakes and sobs underneath you as you prolong it as best you can. You hear him speaking, but it’s so slurred through his cries that you’re not sure what he’s trying to say. 

Once he’s done orgasming, you lift up and turn the wand off before casting it to the side. When you look at his face, Din has his bottom lip between his teeth as he tries to keep his tears from falling from his closed eyes. Taking pity on him, you decide to wrap it up quickly. 

You look down at his belly, covered in his own cum. You take two fingers, being careful to avoid his poor cock, and swipe up a glob of it. Bringing it up to Din’s lips, you tell him to open up, and he does so, licking his own spend off of your fingers. 

“What do you say, baby?”

“T-thank you,” his words are breathless but filled with relief at the same time. You bring your forehead down to touch his before kissing him one more time. He gladly reciprocates, chasing your lips once you sit up again. 

You tell him to wait just a second as you work at the restraints. Once free, Mando lets his limbs fall into comfortable positions. You smooth his hair down in a soothing motion as you assure him he did good. You stay there with him for a moment before getting up again to get him a glass of water and a fresh set of sheets. You turn the shower on while you’re at it. 

Once he’s in the fresher, you change the sheets and grab some snacks for when he comes back. When he does, you’re waiting in the clean bed with open arms. He smiles warmly at you and crawls in, letting you wrap yourself around him. The two of you lay there like that for a while before you break the silence. 

“I hope you know I genuinely want you to be safer, baby, that wasn’t just for show.” You know he knows, you just want to be sure. 

“I know… I’m sorry I did what I did today.” You can hear the guilt in his voice and you turn to look into his eyes. 

“It’s okay, Din… I just…” you trail off as you try to find the right words. “I don’t think I could live with myself if something ever happened to you.” You can feel tears stinging your eyes at the thought of it. 

“And now, with the baby on the way…” you trail off, looking at your distended stomach. “ I don’t want our baby to grow up without a buir, Din.”

“I know, my sweet riduur,” he says before placing a soft kiss to your head. You can see the guilt in his eyes as he looks at you. “I never mean to put myself in the way of danger, I don’t know what I was thinking.” You stay silent, but he knows that you’ve accepted his apology. 

“And for the record,” he continues, shyly. “I enjoyed what you did tonight.” You look at him and can’t help but giggle at the smirk on his face. It’s not often you take charge in the bedroom, so you were glad to have the confirmation that he liked it just as much as you. 

“I love you, Din,” you say softly as you turn off the light and then snuggle into him. He laughs and hugs you closer. 

“I love you too, cyare.” 

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[charlottecutepie]

hi Lizzy, sorry to bother you but can I request for a Henry X reader? My man lacks content about him :(( it can be about anything I don't mindd

⋆୨♡୧⋆ Henry Emily x fem!reader smut blurb

author note: thank u for this request love! don't know why but breeding kink + size kink is henry, also him having a dad bod is canon for me. also important: the way i imagine henry is by @kcokaine_ on twitter

tags: nsfw, smut, vaginal sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise, size kink, softdom!henry, jealous!henry, but he tries to hide it, william is an asshole, public sex, breeding kink, missionary, established relationship, Henry’s dilf bc i said so

William has no shame, Henry realized that a long time ago. Especially when he found out that William was cheating on his wife. William doesn't have a shred of damn shame when he lets himself touch you. When he literally fucks you with his eyes. When he tries to give you fucking compliments. Henry rarely experiences such feelings of anger and jealousy. Henry hates himself for his gentle nature and for not being able to punch his friend right into his face. Especially when the pizzeria hall is full of children and their parents as they have no idea what a disgusting asshole William is.

Of course, Henry could have waited until he got home and made love to you there, fucking you so good that you'd have forgotten William's name. But there's always a but. Today Henry wants William to know that you don't need anyone's else's cock but his.

When Henry warned you that his hands were big enough, you just laughed and softly pushed him into his broad chest, that was a joke, right?

But you're not laughing when you feel how true his words turned out to be. Not just the hands, but in fact the whole Henry. His physique is far from athletic, this man isn’t so young anymore and doesn't really keeps his figure, but damn, these muscles that reminds so much of his youth, dad bod, wide shoulders and his damn tall height, you're nearly whining. Now you realise what he was talking about (or warning?), there's only one of his fingers inside you, but it feels like all three. You're wet, incredibly horny and dripping, but it doesn't make it any easier. Henry looks into your eyes, and then his gaze falls on your pussy taking his finger. He frowns, he doesn't want to take out his anger and jealousy on you at all, he just can't do this to you, he loves you too much, so he tries to do everything gently and slowly.

“Kiss me,” you whisper to him, your eyes filled with nothing but desire. Henry looks up at you and then crushes his lips on yours, as if he's been waiting for these words all his life. He kisses you softly and sensually, with all his love and affection he have for you, for his girl. Without taking his mouth off yours, he adds another finger and you pull away to make a loud moan, but Henry literally shuts you up with his palm.

“Remember you can't be loud, sweetheart,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead as he thrusts his large fingers in and out of your soaked cunt. “you can take it.” his low and dominant, but soft tone as he speaks quietly only arouses you more.

You desperately nod and he puts his hand off you, now holding one of your legs open to prevent you from closing them. All this time he stares into your eyes, watching your face and reaction. His thick digits stretch you open just good, making you shiver. Henry curls them slightly, rubbing against your soft spots until you moan, pressing yourself against his hand shamelessly. “Henryyy—” you whine, your pussy clenches around his finger, so fucking wet and responsive.

“Goddamn,” he whispers, pulling his finger out with a wet sound and rubs your swollen clit. You moan again, arching your hips towards him, begging for more contact. “need to taste you, princess.” he says raspingly, pressing his finger on your little bud.

He kisses the inside of your thigh softly, making his way slowly towards your core. You whimper as you feel his tongue on your clit, your legs twitch in pleasure. Henry holds you firmly as he eats you out, he's kissing and circling your sensitive bundle with his tongue. It feels too divine, too fucking good and you can't hold your loud noises, biting your own hand. “Ohh, please—” you cry out as he buries his face deeper into your needy pussy.

You're trembling as your hand grips the edge of the desk tightly, mouth open as you pant heavily, trying your best not to scream. He greedily laps at your slit, sliding his tongue all over your aching hole as it clenches around nothing, but Henry makes sure to fill it with his finger and it makes you see stars. He hums into your pussy, sucking on your clit and thrusting his finger in and out of you. You arch and shiver pathetically, your brows furrowed as your face confronted in pure bliss. Henry fingers you slowly, making sure to prepare and stretch you out perfectly for his cock. Every lick sends ripples of sensation throughout your core, he knows damn well how to make his girl feel good.

“Tha-that feels so good, anngh. . .” you bite your lower lip till nearly blood as Henry makes out with your pussy, so fucking messy, but he looks like he's too drunk to care about you trying to push his head away from overwhelming pleasure. “waittt!” you feel so close, especially when he finger fucks you so slow and gently while pleasuring you with his tongue. “'m gonna cum, Hen—. . . Fuck!” Henry groans, pulling away only for some seconds just to spit on your sloppy cunt before attacking it with kisses again. You taste too sweet.

“Cum on my face, sweetheart,” he murmurs, incoherent as he never really stops eating you out. “be my good girl.” for a moment he flashes you a small smile and you almost whine from how hot he looks, his chin cowered in your slick and hair messy. You smile weakly in return and when he thrusts his finger deeper adding to that sloppy lick on your clit, you feel your orgasm approach you. You moan and you don't give a fuck how loud that sounds, but in secret Henry is damn happy as you let that fucking William know how good your man makes you feel.

Your head spinning as you breathe heavily, chest rising up and down when Henry looks at you with drunk face expression. He stands up and takes your face into his hands, giving you more possessive than soft kiss now, letting you taste yourself. That's filthy, too much, Henry isn't like that in other people's eyes. Only for you.

He trails his kisses down your neck and finally reaches your breasts, he kisses both, touch them and fondle them and groans at how perfectly they look in his big hands. Henry sucks on your nipples, all this time fucking your dripping pussy with his fingers, never wanting to hurt you with his size, he knows you're a big girl and you'll take him, but he prefers to avoid any kind of pain. He tries to relax you to maximum. But what he doesn't know is that you're already too needy and hungry for him, wanting something more than just his fingers.

“My sweet girl.” he calls you while he holds you by the waist and slides his cock all over your hole, his head full of thoughts of these freak stares William gave you this evening. He's soft and sweet with you, reminding you of a fluffy teddy bear, but what happens inside his head and how blood boils in his veins from insane jealousy - that's what you don't see and Henry thinks it's for the best, he'll never show that side to you. “so wet for me, want to feel that cock stretching this tiny pussy?” he literally goes feral at the thought of his cock filling you.

“Please, Henry, i need you,” you look into his eyes and your pathetic sight does something to him. Henry gets himself comfortable between your legs, he caresses your cheek as he can't stop looking at how pretty his leaking tip looks rubbing on your clit. He knows he must be gentle and he tries his fucking best.

Henry starts sliding inside you, all this time holding your waist and watching your face for any signs of pain. “Doing so well for me, sweetheart, just like that.” your eyes widen at unexpected feeling, it's not like you two never had sex, but every time he's inside it feels like new. You think you'll never get used to his size. You look at his dick filling you and your pussy clenches down around him as he buries himself deep inside you. Closing your eyes, you try to accommodate to that thickness inside you but not when you feel his thumb making its way to your nub. Henry rubs his thumb in slow, circular motions on your swollen clit as he continues filling your tight cunt. You moan softly beneath him; reaching to lay your hand on his, which working on your clit, while letting out a contented sigh. You two fall into a slow rhythm, each thrust drawing you deeper into your passion.

“Auhh— your so deep inside of me,” you throw your head back, whimpering loudly as every inch of Henry stretches your soppy pussy. Henry thrusts a little bit harder and your breasts bounce slightly which seems like a sweet invitation to him. He presses his lips to your nipple and pulls it, and then licks and sucks, groaning how good you feel.

“This little pussy taking me so well, you're such a good girl, honey,” Henry mutters as he starts thrusting a bit faster.

You throw your leg around him, pulling him deeper into yourself as you cry out for more; wanting to feel every inch and vein of his cock. He hides his face in your chest as he groans at your warmness and wetness around him, your juices making the most beautiful wet sounds as your bodies slap against each other.

“You feel so—” you choke on your own moans as Henry pumps his thick cock faster, you feel him twitching and throbbing inside of you. “awhhh fuck!”

“Just like that, princess,” his lips finds yours in hot kiss again, your eyes flutter closed. “look at you, taking me so well, all pretty and full of my cock. That's where your meant to be, honey, under your man, ughhh, being fucked nice and good. This little pussy, ogghh fuck!” his voice breaks into a loud moan when your cunt tightens once again at his dirty words. “this little pussy belongs to me.”

Your lovely eyes filled with sweet tears of pleasure. “love you, i— awhh, i love you, daddy!” Henry is used to you calling him that when you fuck, although you rarely do because you're still shy. But what you don't know is what effect that word has on him. He's literally going insane, and thank god Henry knows how to control himself, otherwise your pussy would be absolutely ruined right now. Henry doesn't know what he found in that word. Apparently, it still awakens something in him. No, of course, he loves his daughter very much, the only one, he cherishes her. Whenever he sees how much you care about her, he gets some. . . obsessive thoughts. But it feels so fucking right; the idea of expanding your family, watching you blossom into a mother. Would he like to give Charlie a brother or a sister?

Would he like to make you a mom?

Henry gets so lost in his dreams and fantasies that he doesn't even notice his crazy pace and your hot tears streaming down your cheeks, you look so beautiful it drives him crazy. You wrap your hands around his neck and bring his face closer, kissing him again. Kissing him like it's the last time. You hold him close to you and when Henry pulls away to moan again because of how amazing you feel, you press your lips against his forehead and give him soft kisses, asking him to go harder on you. Henry doesn't listen to you, you don't know what you're asking for. If he'll go harder on you. . . Henry sighs, slowing his thrusts. You don't wanna know what'll happen.

Your tight soft walls grip his cock as he bullies your insides, his hand moves down again and he circles your clit nicely and gentle. You rock your hips back and forth faster, desperate to cum, to feel him finishing inside you. Because Henry always pulled out before. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his tip reaches your cervix and you feel close, so fucking close especially with how he stimulates you using his fingers, rubbing and flicking your little clit. “dont p-pull out,” your tone nearly sounds like an order as you feel Henry ready to pull out. He freezes in place and looks at you, breathing heavily, confusion on his face. “want you to cum inside—” you barely finish your words as he plunges deep inside your pussy much rougher and harder than before, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

If he'll cum inside you, if he’ll get you pregnant, William will definitely notice it. He'll see that you're carrying Henry's baby under your heart. Henry thinks, what will be the reaction of everyone's beloved Mr. Afton? Anger, jealousy? Perhaps envy? William has such an envious nature. Henry's smiling, William has always been jealous of him. Henry have the best daughter in the world, the best girlfriend- almost a wife? Henry always takes the best.

“I'm close, sweetheart,” he tells you, his cock sinking deeper inside you and his fingers dug into the plush of your thighs, his thrusts messy, meanwhile you squirm and moan underneath him.

“Breed me— Ahhng, Henry, breed me!” you beg him and and that's the end for him, Henry fucking whimpers. His eyes squeezed shut, his body shaking and he can't control his loud groans as he spills deep inside of you. It feels too good to stop thrusting inside your cunt as he overstimulates both of you, you cumming on his cock while he fills you up, pumping you full of his cum. You grab on him when he pulls out a little. Watching his cum drip out of your little hole, he sighs and fucks it back in, not wanting any drop of him to ooze out of you.

“You're such a good girl, princess. . .” he whispers, kissing your nipples and holding you in his big hands. If Henry was a dirty pervert like William, he'd send you to William right now so he could fucking see his best friend's cum trickling down the inner side of your thighs. But Henry isn't like William and there's no way he'd do that to you. Probably only in his dirtiest and darkest fantasies.

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I no longer feel bad about asking about blurple villian might I ask some very pointed questions about Donnie’s side of the relationship for playlist purposes?

So what I’m hearing is it takes DonBon a little longer to um… get his ball rolling. So to speak. How many fights do he and Lamb Chan get into over Leo and does Leo know about it/rub it in Donnie’s face?

Gbs input would be appreciated as well (now when I reblog blurple villian stuff I wait a bit to make sure you two aren’t still going back and forth on the post lol)

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i think donnie and lamb-chan actually... don't really fight that much usually? not in the traditional sense. for the most part you're just like. oh donnie says that this is the best way to do things, so i'm going to trust that and do it. and if you say you want something, donnie usually is like ok well here you go. it's just very. easy. being with donnie. there's no real friction or fighting that ends up happening.

...except when it comes to leo.

ohhh man. you are stubborn as fuck about leo, and it makes donnie's teeth fucking paste with how hard he grinds them on this. he tries everything. talking to you. grabbing your arms and shaking you. a very memorable powerpoint presentation with diagrams and pictures. he puts a tracker on your coat that starts making an obnoxious beep when you get too close to leo's apartment, so you just take it off and leave it on a dumpster until you come back by.

(he promptly takes it off, because the thought of you out there, cold, is maybe worse than the thought of you being with that fucker. also bc leo snapped at him about it, genuinely angry, saying he'd had to warm you up bc your teeth were chattering, and knowing that leo put his fucking hands on you—that leo was right about how he'd hurt you—yeah. no more beeping trackers.)

leo, of course, absolutely loves this. i can just see him hiding in the fire escapes, watching over you on your way to his apartment with donnie trailing behind. you're ignoring him, nose in the air, as he tells you all the reasons that this is stupid, that leo is toxic, that you're better off staying in the lair. when he makes the mistake of insinuating that leo would hurt you, that's when you stop and wheel around, getting a little nasty right back in his face. leo has never once hurt you—not in a way you didn't ask for—and insinuating otherwise won't stand.

taking this moment to be the perfect little shit, leo jumps down and comes up behind you, pulling you close and sending his brother a smug smile. making matters worse, you grab leo's hand and pull him along behind you, leaving donnie behind with the sight of your stiff spine and leo's infuriating smirk. he goads the two of you on, wanting you to fight, hoping to push you away from donnie and closer to him.

...but, equally, i think your fights—as hot as they burn when they happen—are very, very quick to boil away. they never last more than a few hours before you're coming back together, apologizing, the two of you snuggling close and letting the gravity between you come to head. he hates making you angry, he really hates making you cry; you hate making him angry, you really hate making him sad.

once you start hooking up w donnie, this gets even more pronounced. i imagine you're very, very careful not to get into fights with donnie, giving him one or two more warnings that you're getting pissed when he starts sniping about leo. hence why the whole 'being little shits behind your back' thing starts happening. (because you are also very quick to defend donnie to leo, and your fuse on people saying shit about him is very, very, very short.)

@gbao3 tag youre it

#ask tag #blurple villain au #probably wise lmfao. they always have such amazing additions and im like. oh. time to lie here on the floor. #then i'm like. ....actually no fuck you YOU get on the floor. #and then we go back and forth with this until we're both on the floor.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡 — Reader x Strawhats ! Reader x Luffy — FINAL PART

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Not me screaming and crying thinking about how "Turning Page" by Sleeping at Last perfectly resembles the way Willow feels about Luffy. Not me being inspired to write heart-wrenching fluff and angst for this final chapter.

PSA before i finish this — I'm kinda drunk bc I partied with my teachers. I told EVERYTHING about my romantic life to my 24 yo math teacher and I wanna hide under a rock. Sooo, if the way I write it's a bit strange, yk why.

Luffy's room smelled just like him. Salty sea breeze, lemongrass and wood.

That was the only detail Y/n was able to register as he pushed her up on the wall, kissing her hungrily. He was breathless, his kisses almost getting messy — he felt like he was going insane, getting drunk on her lips and soft skin. He wanted her. He wanted her to be his and his alone. Luffy gripped on her thighs at the thought and she pulled his hair, a whimper escaping her mouth.

That sweet, filthy, sound was music to his ears. And he wanted more of it.

"You're killing me," he groaned, just before sitting her on the bed. He ran his thumb on her lips, eating her up with his eyes. "I want to know how you taste."

Her hand, still tangled in his hair, gently guided his head down, until he kneeled in front of her. Her heart was beating impossibly fast — she couldn't think straight, not with him. Her instincts had taken over and Luffy was the object of her desires. Y/n put one of her legs on his shoulder and bit her lip, staring into his eyes. "Please," she murmured, in a tone so sweet it made Luffy's cock twitch in his pants.

He started leaving wet kisses on her inner thigh, his hand caressing her other leg, bringing it on his spare shoulder. Y/n's breath itched in her throat. She couldn't remember the last time someone touched her like that. She jolted when Luffy left a kiss on her throbbing heat, right through the fabric of her short pants.

"And you're calling me sensitive?" he uttered, looking up at her and smirking.

Y/n didn't have the time to answer. Luffy effortlessly took her pants off, only leaving her in her top, that left very little to the imagination. When Luffy's eyes met her cunt, they widened. And his attitude changed completely. He clenched his jaw and he smiled, his eyes darker than ever. He brought two fingers to her opening and brushed them between her folds.

"Fuck," he breathed, "You're soaking."

The nymph bit her lip, forcing herself to keep her eyes on him. It was only when his thumb found her clit that he remembered what he had said.

"Don't tease me, Y/n" he had warned her, "Or I'll have those pretty eyes of yours roll to the back of your head."

She didn't think he would have kept that promise.

"You're so fucking pretty, like that," he uttered, "You're going to make me so happy tonight."

Then his mouth made contact with her throbbing heat, his tongue lapping up and down her clit as his fingers made their way inside her, pumping at a steady pace. The nymph let out a high-pitched moan against her palm and she pulled Luffy's hair, bucking her hips from the sudden pleasure.

Luffy groaned against her core, grabbing harder on her thighs to keep her still. He looked up for a moment, smiling at her flushed face — glossy eyes, lips parted, reddened cheeks —, and then he substituted his fingers with his tongue, as he stimulated her clit with his thumb. He moaned at the taste, pushing his face against her dripping cunt. He bucked his hips against the air, desperately needing friction. He couldn't help himself, not when the way she tasted turned him on so fucking much.

"Luffy —," she whimpered, her back arching as she pushed his head, "I'm — I'm close."

Following those words as they were godsent, he kept going exactly the same way, pushing his tongue towards that spongy spot and working over her pulsing clit. He couldn't stop whimpering and groaning against her pussy, the vibrations only adding up to her pleasure. Y/n bit her lip, the mess between her legs — the lewd sounds, the drool and arousal leaking from her cunt to her inner thighs — only driving her more towards the edge, the knot in her lower belly becoming tighter and tighter and snapping after a few seconds with a loud moan.

"Fuck —," she gasped, trying to relax her curled toes and her hand, still gripping on Luffy's hair.

Luffy unwillingly separated from her heat, cum dripping down his chin. He was catching his breath, lust radiating from his eyes. He got up from the floor and cleaned his chin with his thumb, before pushing it through Y/n's lips.

"Here" he said, in a tone that seemed to be demanding, "Taste yourself."

Y/n sucked on his thumb, so obedient and good for the strawhat captain. He indulged in feeling her warm mouth wrapped around his finger and clenched his jaw, taking his thumb out. Everything to keep himself from throwing her on her back and fucking her right then and there. He kissed her slowly, their tongues meeting halfway in a messy exchange.

"I want that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock" he spoke against her mouth, "Can I?"

The nymph couldn't help but let out a low moan against his lips — his thoughts, so loud and filthy, were enough for her to lose her sanity. "Please," she breathed, "I want all of you."

Luffy had to put an unimaginable effort not to cum untouched. Pleasing her had already done the most to him — but the way she spoke, too... The way she was completely giving herself to him. He was getting addicted. He decided not to speak until he was sure he was going to make it and he let his pants fall off along with his tunic, which was tied around his hips.

The nymph ran her golden eyes all over his body, inch by inch. His skin, his scars, his marks, the outline of his muscles... When her gaze met his dick, she bit her lip. She didn't imagine he would've been that big.

She got up from the bed and slowly took off her top, remaining completely naked. He devoured her with his eyes, in silence, as his hands immediately met her waist and breasts, travelling all along her body. She covered in shivers, his heavenly touch only making her want more of him. She ran her hands on his naked body, down his chest to his groin. "See?" she murmured, leaving a kiss under his ear, "We're even."

When she took his cock in her hand, Luffy almost hissed. His dick was already throbbing, rock hard and pre-cum leaking from the tip — the anticipation was what had made that moment incredible and yet such a painful wait. When she started pumping her fist, Luffy shut his eyes closed, trying his best not cum immediately and commanding through gritted teeth to fucking suck it.

Y/n smiled, staring at him through her lashes as she slowly kneeled in front of him. "Won't you even say please?" she murmured, her thumb running in circles on his reddened tip, "You know I can be a lot nicer than this."

Luffy bit his lip, his fingers immediately tangling in her hair. "Please," he obliged.

She chuckled, her little laugh darkening as she pumped his shaft at a slower pace. "That's better."

When she ran her tongue through the tip of his dick, Luffy held his breath as he instinctively pulled her hair. She looked up at him, a devilish smile flashing on her face. His red cheeks, his chest heaving up, his abdomen tensing up whenever she touched him — everything about him made the nymph lose her mind.

"You look so pretty," she murmured. And, as his gaze met hers, she took him in her mouth. Her lips surrounded him inch by inch and the wetness and warmth of her mouth made Luffy's eyes roll to the back of his head. He let out a low moan, his hand tugging on her hair as he searched for something — anything — to hold on to.

"Oh, — fuck," he breathed, his voice breaking as she started bobbing her head, "Your mouth feels so... oh, so good."

The praise made the blood rush to her lower belly and she started to ache again, craving his touch like no other. She swirled her tongue, her vision becoming blurry as she pushed his cock down her throat. He was so big she already found it hard to fit him in her mouth.

Luffy knew she was struggling because of that. And it turned him on even more. He groaned, not being able to contain himself any longer. "Take it all" he spat, barely holding in a moan, "Or is it too much for you?" As those words left his mouth, he thrust his hips, his cock twitching when the tip touched the back of her throat.

She whimpered, the vibrations running along Luffy's shaft. It was too much. And, yet, it was so fucking good. Boiling tears fell down her cheeks, as she struggled to take all of him in her mouth. Luffy's merciless thrusts were getting sloppy, as he pushed her head against the base of his dick. She knew what it meant — one of her hands reached his balls, slowly massaging them as she took him deep down her throat once again.

"Fuck —," he moaned, "I'm close."

She looked up at him, searching for his eyes through the tears. She found them. She saw the lust, his face — a mixture of bliss and damnation, as if he were almost in pain. Then Luffy finished with a moan, cumming down her throat.

Y/n swallowed with no hesitation, the taste only making her want more. She slowly separated from his dick, milking it of every drop of cum. As she got up from the floor, Luffy wasted no time pulling her in from her waist. He kissed her with passion and yet softly.

"Thank you," he murmured breathlessly on her lips, as he kissed her again.

"Don't thank me yet" she uttered, gently grabbing his neck and pulling him on the bed, "I said I wanted all of you, didn't I?"

Luffy didn't need anything else to get fully hard again. The way she took control made him lightheaded, drunk on the way she could make him feel. "Yes," he mindlessly mumbled, incapable of forming a decent thought, "You said that."

As Luffy sat on the bed, Y/n straddled his lap and started running her fingers on the side of his neck, down to his waist. "And don't you want me to take care of you?"

Her voice, so sweet in expressing such dirty thoughts, was honey to Luffy's ears. He was hers — she could've done anything to him and he would've been happy with it. "Please" he breathed, his hips bucking in search of friction, "I need you."

"You need me?" she repeated, as she ran her lips along his neck and clavicles, leaving wet kisses all over his skin, "And what do you need me to do, pretty?"

As Luffy was about to answer, the nymph started grinding against his cock, the wet and warm feeling making his eyes shut closed while his mouth hung slightly open in a silent moan. Y/n bit her lip, trying to keep herself from making a sound. The stimulation was already too much to bear, the effects of their previous orgasms not yet vanished.

Luffy's hands instinctively grabbed her ass and his mouth flew to one of her tits. Y/n arched her back with a whimper, from the sensation of Luffy's tongue against her nipple, as he sucked it quite harshly.

"Please" he begged against her skin, his breath itching in his throat as she wouldn't stop grinding, "I want to be inside you."

When he started guiding her movements, the nymph's brain shut down. She needed him so badly she couldn't keep herself from granting him whatever he wished for. "Take me" she murmured, one hand tangled in his hair, "I'm yours."

Luffy's lips crashed against hers, as he whimpered from her words alone. Between open mouth kisses, all Y/n heard were his thoughts, as what she said replayed in his head.

I'm yours. I'm yours. I'm yours.

He got on top of her in a sudden movement, pressing her thighs on her chest. He kept kissing her as he brushed the tip of his cock between her folds.

Luffy bucked his hips, making his way inside her. Halfway in, they gasped in each other's mouth. Y/n pulled his hair, whimpering in his mouth from the stretch. "Keep going," she begged.

Luffy clenched his teeth, unable to say anything. And, once he was deep inside her, the pleasure was so intense his vision went white. He let out animalistic sounds, blinded by the bliss of feeling her clench around him.

His voice broke, as he started rutting his hips against her, going impossibly deeper. "So tight — so fucking tight."

The nymph let out a loud moan, Luffy's thrusts hitting that spot just right. "There" she stammered, breathless, "Just — just like that."

Luffy kept fucking her at an unforgiving pace, not having enough of that sensation, of her cunt squeezing his cock so good and warm and tight. "Fuck," he breathed, as the feeling was about to become unbearable. The overstimulation provided such a beautiful kind of pain that got him whining, whimpers and moans leaving his mouth endlessly.

As she was about to come undone, panting and exhaling such sweet sounds, Luffy's thrusts became sloppier.

"I'm about to cum —," he groaned, with a filthy roll of his hips.

Her walls clenched around him impossibly tight as she reached her high. She cried his name, her legs shaking under his grip, and he came inside her with a low growl, the spasms of his orgasm making him collapse on top of her. He filled her to the brim, stuffing her full of his cum to the point it leaked out, running down her inner thighs.

They tried to catch their breath, still shaken by their orgasms.

Delicately, she kissed him. It was a soft kiss, their noses touching and their sweaty skin making contact in a delicate brush. Luffy opened his eyes to look at her, then closed them and opened them again. A smile slowly formed on his face and he kissed her once more.

"You're beautiful," he said, with such simplicity it made Y/n's heart flutter.

She couldn't help but beam at him, as her cheeks lightly blushed. "You are beautiful too, Luffy."

He giggled, moving on his side and leaning on his elbow. "You're all red."

"Oh, shut up. As if you aren't."

"Of course I'm red, we just had sex."

Y/n blushed again, this time trying to hold in a laugh of embarrassment. "Luffy!"

"What? It's true" he retorted, still cackling with excitement, "I would be up for another round, actually."

"Okay, Captain" she murmured, laughing through her nose, "As much as I'd like that, we wouldn't last five seconds."

Luffy grinned, suddenly smacking a kiss on her lips. "You said you'd like that!" he exclaimed, "That's enough of a win, for me."

The nymph openly laughed, as she rolled on her side as well. "Are you seriously surprised?"

He giggled, nuzzling his face into the pillow. "Not really but I couldn't be sure, could I?"

"Oh, don't worry. I liked that — pretty sure you saw that."

"I liked it more — pretty sure you saw that. Bet you were checking my thoughts."

Y/n smiled with guilt. "Only a little. I was... concentrating on other things."

"My cock."

"Luffy!"

And he laughed again, before pulling her in. They silently smiled, embracing each other, tangled in a mess of sheets that they didn't even use.

Luffy had buried her face in her neck and she was stroking his hair, a look of full peace painted on her face. Then something hit her, in the depths of her mind.

"I can't believe..." she suddenly whispered, "I can't believe how natural this feels."

Luffy raised his head and stared into her eyes for a moment. His gaze was soft, though. Then, he blurted out an innocent admission. "I think it's because we're meant to be."

The nymph fell into a deep silence, his words resonating through her head and chest.

He stroked her cheek and left a delicate peck on her lips. "I'm going to grab something for you in the kitchen" he murmured. Then he got up and wore a silk robe on his naked body. "I'll be right back." Finally, he got out of the room.

She wasn't able to read his thoughts from the shock but, really, she was fairly convinced he was just trying to give her a moment alone.

Meant to be.

Such a strange concept.

She was, in fact, naked in Luffy's bed after she tried everything in her power to keep him at a distance — and yet she couldn't bring herself to. She had decided she couldn't trust him — and yet there wasn't a feeling more natural than being with him. She had claimed she would've never followed him — and yet there was nothing more heartbreaking than the thought of never seeing him again.

She cursed herself in a whisper, as tears rushed down her cheeks. "What the hell did I do?"

Meanwhile, Luffy walked to the kitchen, hoping he would find some food. Instead, he found Sanji. Sanji, who was looking at him in utter shock.

"Oh" Luffy said, "Hi, Sanji."

"You're naked."

Luffy looked down at his silk robe. A gift from Zoro. "Uh, no. I'm wearing this."

Sanji swallowed. "No. Under it. You're. Naked."

Luffy blinked. "Yes. Do you have any food? I think Willow is hungry."

Sanji's face went white, then full red. Luffy thought his nose was about to bleed. Then, Sanji started screaming.

"You had sex?!" he yelled, "Right now? With her?!"

Luffy shrugged with a smile. "Yeah. Best night of my life" he confirmed, then peeked at the fridge, "So? The food?"

Sanji held on to the counter to avoid passing out. "Why not me —," he stammered, "How the fuck did you conquer the gentle heart of a beautiful nymph and I didn't?"

Luffy bumped his fist on Sanji's head. "Sanji, I'm in a hurry! The. Food."

And Sanji, probably as envious as he ever was in his life, gave him the juiciest tray of snacks, adding two sweet drinks that smelled like fresh fruit. "Just for the lady" he clarified, quite offended, "I didn't do it for you."

"Okay" said Luffy with a smile, as he walked back towards his bedroom, "Thanks."

When Luffy came back, Y/n had already brushed the tears away from her face and she was waiting for him, trying to look as relaxed as possible. He smiled at her and her heart softened. Less and less hard to pretend.

"I grabbed some things for us," he announced, putting down the tray and a small pile of clothes, then getting closer to her. He was holding a wet cloth, his face as hopeful as it could get. "Can I clean you up?"

She saw in his mind that he had stolen some of Nami's clothes for her. She would've normally scolded him for not asking her permission but she couldn't — not when he looked at her like that. So, she nodded with the tiniest smile ever.

When Luffy was done cleaning her up, stealing a few kisses in the process, he let her wear Nami's clothes. He giggled. "You look beautiful. Comfortable?"

Y/n smiled more openly. When Luffy called her beautiful she lost all of her self control. "Yep. I will thank Nami, tomorrow."

"She steals so many clothes from shops that she won't even notice these were gone in the first place."

"She already set up the whole crew for a lifetime of debt" she giggled, "I don't think you want to make your situation worse."

Luffy laughed. "My situation? I'm not the one wearing her clothes."

"I'm not the one who stole them, though."

Luffy looked at her as he cackled, in pure awe. It was amazing to him, how much she already knew them all. He was restraining himself from asking whether she was finally going to join him — he wanted to enjoy that night without making her uneasy.

"C'mon," he said, as he stood up to wear a pair of cotton shorts. Then, he grabbed the tray and laid back next to her. "Let's eat."

She wanted to bring up the fact that he had just put shorts on without underwear but the smell of the food was just too delicious not to eat it right away. "Fuck" she groaned, right after taking a sip of the drink, "This is amazing."

"Right?" he gushed, biting on another snack.

They ate in silence for a while, too concentrated on the amazing taste to say anything else.

Then, after the tray was empty, Luffy yawned. At that point, Y/n just couldn't help herself. She grabbed his squishy cheeks and planted two big kisses on each one of them. Luffy blushed, giggling, and she just froze, realising what she had done.

"Uh, sorry," she apologized with a smile.

Luffy pulled her closer. "Shut up. Do it again."

And they went on like that, until they fell asleep in each other's arms.

The morning came pretty fast.

Luffy woke up first. When he opened his eyes, his heart skipped a beat. She was still asleep. The rays of sun that had made it through the curtains were shining on her relaxed face, her eyelashes forming curious shadows on her cheeks. He brushed his fingers on her horns, tracing their outline, then he caressed her hair. He felt his stomach ache terribly and his throat closed in panic.

"I'm having a heart attack," he thought, as his trembling hand gently stroked her cheek.

Suddenly, she scrunched her nose. Her eyelashes fluttered and she finally opened her eyes. When her gaze met Luffy's, she lightly smiled. "What 're you doin'?" she slurred, her voice still sleepy.

In case Luffy's thoughts weren't explanatory enough, his face definitely did the trick — widened soft eyes, red cheeks, parted lips. But he stammered out the answer anyway, accompanied by a little giggle. "You're gorgeous and you don't even realise, do you?"

She blushed and hid her face in the pillow, trying to stop a huge smile from forming on her face. "Come here, sweetcheeks."

Luffy laughed, even as he pulled her into his arms. "Did you just give me a nickname?" he taunted her, "Not that I mind that."

She curled her lips and left a small peck on his left cheek. "You heard me."

Luffy's heart softened again and he kissed her slowly, enjoying her warm lips to the fullest. "Never stop calling me that" he ordered, as a huge grin appeared on his face, "Let's go to breakfast, mh?"

Y/n's eyes filled with worry. "Are you sure? I feel like I'm intruding."

"Ridiculous. Let's go."

"Luffy —."

His stubborn eyes were making a convincing argument, already. "I'm not going anywhere without you and you're not intruding" he retorted, "They like you, if there's gonna be any issue at all it's going to be about them being way too familiar."

The nymph sighed and closed her eyes. She knew her next goodbyes were going to hurt like hell.

But she couldn't say no to Luffy, could she?

So, they got up from the bed and reached the kitchen. Y/n had to fight the impulse to hide when Luffy grabbed her hand.

The crew was already there, chatting at the table. As soon as the two stepped in, Franky and Nami pointed at a chair — right next to Luffy's seat.

"Y/n!" Nami exclaimed, "We added a chair for you."

Meanwhile, Usopp and Brooke stared in shock — even though the skeleton made it a point that he doesn't have eyes.

Franky, hoping the nymph wouldn't notice, gave Luffy a high five as he walked past and Zoro smirked.

Chopper and Robin giggled. Sanji, who was placing food on the table, was still incredibly envious but was still a gentleman to Y/n.

When Y/n took a seat, between Nami and Luffy, she shyly smiled. "I wanted to thank you — Luffy stole clothes from you last night for me to wear" she confessed, "I'll give them back."

Nami shrugged and cackled. The nymph was giving her so much information with so little conversation. "Oh, no worries" she said, "You can keep them — Luffy owes me 100 Berries, though."

Luffy scowled. "You didn't even pay for those!"

"They're still worth 100 Berries."

Y/n exchanged looks with Luffy. "Don't say you told me so," he thought. She smiled to herself.

"So, Y/n" whispered Franky with a knowing look, "Was the bed I made for our captain comfortable enough for you?"

The nymph blushed and cleared her throat. "I'm sorry?"

Franky just laughed and then turned to Sanji, complaining about how much he had to wait for a restocking of Cola.

"Oh, Y/n!" exclaimed Chopper suddenly, his eyes widened with worry, "Do you need medical attention?"

The nymph raised her eyebrows. "Why would I need medical attention?"

Chopper pointed at her cleavage, still worried. "A purple spot, there! Is that a bruise?"

Sixteen eyes and two empty orbs suddenly stared at the nymph's cleavage but, more specifically, at the obvious hickey Luffy had left right above her boob the previous night.

There was a moment of deafening silence before half of the crew spat their drinks and food out. Only Zoro, Franky, and the girls were left smiling and giggling — Chopper was just plainly confused.

"Yeah, okay, everything is pretty obvious — we get it" said Luffy at one point with a little laugh, as he took Y/n's hand under the table, "Let's just have breakfast."

The nymph thanked him silently with a light squeeze of her hand and quickly took a sip of whatever was in her cup, hoping her cheeks weren't too red. Then her eyes widened. "Woah — this is... What is this?"

"It's latte, my beautiful lady" immediately said Sanji, "With vanilla scented foam."

Luffy rolled his eyes. The nymph was almost too shocked by the culinary experience to notice the jealousy in his thoughts.

"I didn't understand a word you said" she chuckled, after taking another sip, "It's delicious, though."

"You never had anything like it?" asked Nami, as she placed three chocolate sweets on her plate.

Y/n smiled at the gesture. "Thank you — and no. We didn't eat elaborated stuff. The most complicated thing I've ever eaten in my years was the stew the caretakers used to cook for newborn nymphs and a mixture of honey and berries as a treat."

"Newborn nymphs?" asked Robin.

Y/n bit the inside of her cheek. She was telling the crew a bit too much — but she had caught their interest and there were no secrets to keep anymore. So she took a deep breath and started explaining.

"Yes. There were four clans of nymphs. The forest clan, the river clan, the wind clan and the fire clan."

The silence was deafening. Everyone was listening.

"Each nymph had a role in the community. There were warriors, providers, caretakers, sentries and the council."

"You were a warrior, right?" asked Chopper.

Y/n lowered her gaze. "Correct."

"What about the council?" questioned Zoro.

"Each category could choose a representative for them to enter the council. When a representative is chosen, the deal is done."

"So the representative can't say no?" murmured Luffy.

"No, they can't. I was the representative of the warriors for over two hundred and sixty years."

"If they kept you as representative for that much time, you must've been good," said Franky.

A little smile appeared on the nymph's lips. But it was sad and plastered. "I've never lost a battle... except for one."

Luffy squeezed her hand again, in utter silence. And Y/n forced herself to get back to her senses.

"Then, there's the Eldest," she continued, clearing her throat, "The Eldest is the head of the community."

"You said you were the Eldest, yesterday," said Sanji.

A dark laugh made its way through her lips and she didn't comment further.

"How does a nymph become the Eldest?" asked Usopp.

"Again, the Eldest is suggested by the community in a sort of secret ballot and then chosen by the council — usually, it's a member of the council that is chosen but, this time, they can refuse."

"Why?" asked Brook, "What is the difference between the members of the council and the Eldest?"

"I said we are immortal but we could choose to age, didn't I?" she murmured, "If a nymph becomes the Eldest, they have to give up their immortality."

"Why?" asked Luffy, "Isn't that unfair?"

"I wouldn't know how to answer that, I think it depends on your perspective. When the Eldest is chosen, they rule on a whole community that has existed until the beginning of time. It's expected of them to give everything for the other nymphs and to make the right decisions — giving up our immortality is seen as a way to show loyalty and dedication. To show that you truly want it."

"The Eldest rules until they die, is it?" asked Nami.

"Yes, normally. But they could also choose they've had enough. They wouldn't gain their immortality back, though. Once you give that up, it's done forever."

There was silence after a few seconds.

"Earlier, when you talked about newborn nymphs..."

"It was the fire clan's job to take care of that" Y/n explained, "They had the special ability to give life — they were the guardians of the hearth."

"The hearth?" asked Luffy.

"I don't exactly know what that is, it was special knowledge of the fire clan. What I know is that they were the only ones who could give life to newborn nymphs — every year, three nymphs were born from each clan, from trees, bodies of water, clouds and the hearth itself. That was how we kept the community alive."

Robin's eyes widened with sadness. "So, that means..."

Y/n lowered her gaze. "That means I am the last nymph."

Luffy's heart ached with pain and anger. "That's the reason why you're the Eldest, even with your immortality."

"I have to be, I imagine. There's no one else."

"Did the nymphs ever ask you to be the Eldest?" asked Zoro in a low tone. He didn't like the nymph at first, but knowing the whole story he couldn't help but feel some degree of respect for her.

The nymph clenched her fists, in an attempt to control the piercing agony that was crushing her heart. "Yes" she answered, "The day they all died."

Luffy furrowed his eyebrows, as the crew held their breaths in shock.

"I said no. I didn't want to give up my immortality because I felt my time hadn't come yet" she muttered, "They insisted and I left — I climbed up the mountain and stayed in the forbidden bit of the island for hours, just to get away from that. I was too far to even hear the thoughts. When I came back..."

Luffy interrupted her, the pain in her voice already being too much to bear for him — let alone the one she was actually enduring. "You don't have to keep going if it's too much."

The nymph shook her head, as if she were trying to send the memories away. "Yeah, uh — you're right." Then she got up, her hands shaking a little. "I need to go now, thank you for yesterday and... uh, breakfast."

"What?" said Luffy, getting up from his seat as well, "Where are you going?"

She shook her head again, panic building up in her chest as she freed her hand from his. "I need to go," she repeated, going towards the door.

"Wait —."

"Luffy" Nami warned him, grabbing him by his wrist, "Let her go."

And, just like that, she disappeared.

"What the fuck —," he lashed out, freeing himself from Nami's grip, "Why would you stop me?"

"She needs time, Luffy. She's panicking!"

"No, she needs me to be there for her. She's afraid of letting me in and if I give up now she will never come with us!"

"I'm afraid this isn't about you or us, Luffy," said Usopp.

"It's really not," agreed Nami.

"You're right, it's about her. But it's also about me, now, because I —." Luffy stumbled into his words and fell into silence. "I care about her" he finally uttered, "I need to check on her."

"And what if what she needs isn't you?" retorted Sanji.

Luffy glared at him like he never did since he met him. "And what the fuck do you know about that? I'm there for her, that's what matters — if she doesn't want me at her side, she will let me know, I assure you."

"I think she wants him there," uttered Zoro, "I just don't know if it'll be enough."

"What do you mean?"

"Think about it. You know what she's feeling — you know that guilt."

Luffy stayed silent. Zoro didn't express his thoughts a lot but, when he did, his words were gold to him. "Yes," he simply said. The mere thought of not being able to save Ace two years prior was heart-wrenching. Every single time.

"But you had us, still," Zoro continued. "She was left completely alone, she lost everything. Don't you think that she's too afraid of losing someone else? So afraid that she won't even let herself think about the chance of being happy again?"

"Or maybe she doesn't think she deserves happiness" said Robin, in a low tone, "I know a thing or two about survivor's guilt."

"And how do I convince her otherwise?" asked Luffy, softly.

"I don't know if you can."

"Look, we're on your side" said Usopp, "We're just saying to have a little caution."

"We want her in the crew, too" murmured Nami with a little smile, "We never saw you act the way you do with her."

Luffy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I want to check on her."

"Wait just a little" Nami tried to convince him, "Sort your thoughts out and then go — you're too shaken up and she needs you to be there, she doesn't need to be comforting you as well."

Luffy nodded and sat back down. "Thank you, all of you" he muttered, "Sorry I lashed out."

"Stop worrying. Calm down and get her to join us once and for all."

Luffy sat for forty four minutes. Then he got too restless to even think of staying still and he ran up to Zoro, who was training.

"Oi," he said.

Zoro turned around and raised an eyebrow, completely stopping his training. His way to show he was listening.

"Am I doing the right thing?"

Zoro shrugged. "Does it feel right to do anything else other than this?"

Luffy thought about it for a moment and shook his head.

"Then you're doing the right thing" answered Zoro, "It might not work but... you know, at least you're making a choice you can live with. It's like having the chance to try a mysterious sake you've been curious about — the taste might suck but at least you won't regret not trying it."

Luffy smiled. He felt lucky to have Zoro as a friend. "Thank you, Zoro."

"Oh, shut up. Go get your nymph."

Luffy looked for her in the forest for at least an hour. He used haki to find her and he perceived her in such a faint way there was only one place she could be. Luffy ran to the mountain and looked up. He couldn't see the top — but he knew she was there. So he climbed. He climbed up until his limbs were sore and his bones were hurting. When he reached the top, there she was.

She was lying on the cold stone, silent tears streaming down her temples. "What are you doing?" she murmured.

Luffy caught his breath, sitting next to her. "I was looking for you."

"Why?"

"You know why."

She sighed, other tears falling from her eyes.

Luffy brushed them away with his thumbs, in silence. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Y/n opened her eyes, staring into his. "Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry you had to go through that" he muttered, "It's not your fault."

"It might not be my fault but I could've changed the outcome. And that means I'm still partly responsible."

"There's a chance you could've changed the outcome, yes. But you can't control life. I was there to save my brother and I still failed. Terrible things happen to a lot of people, everyday."

"How is that a comfort?"

"There's no comfort. Except for the fact we can stop him from doing this to other people."

The nymph furrowed her eyebrows and sat straight. "You're talking about Blackbeard?"

"Yes. We can stop him. Together."

"He's an emperor."

Luffy held her hand. "We'll stop him anyway," he insisted.

She shook her head and got up. "You wasted your time, climbing all the way up here," she murmured.

He stood up as well, anger radiating from his voice. "Don't do that. Don't be cold to me as if nothing ever happened between us."

The nymph avoided his eyes and clenched her jaw, trying to keep herself from breaking. "I'm not cold."

"You try to be," he retorted, "You're trying to push me away and it won't work."

"Don't make this harder" she seethed, her golden glare appearing again as if the prior day had never passed, "This can only go one way."

"Yes" he uttered, his eyes as stubborn as ever, "My way."

"Don't be a fool!"

"Don't be condescending, I am not a child."

"Then respect my decision," she spat.

"I'll do it once you'll allow yourself to even think about the chance of being happy with me" he yelled, "You won't even let yourself think about that, will you?!"

Y/n froze. She shook her head again. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"No, I know. You saw my thoughts and you know I get it. But I can't let you do this to yourself. I had someone who grabbed me by the neck and told me to think about all I had left and all that future had to offer me — I will be that someone for you if I have to."

"Jinbe could comfort you just because you still had your crew" she screamed, pushing her palms against his chest, "I have nothing!"

"You have me!" he screamed back, "You. Have. Me."

Tears started to swell up in her eyes again and she turned around, ready to jump into the forbidden bit. "Leave me be," she begged in a whisper, "It's easier this way."

She didn't let him answer. She jumped into the waterfall and closed her eyes, waiting to land in the fresh water. She craved the feeling of noiseless emptiness that being underwater could provide and the loneliness of a forbidden forest that was only populated by raging, unreasonable beasts, just like herself.

But, just as she was about to touch the water, an arm surrounded her and she landed on the grass, Luffy holding her close to her body. The nymph furrowed her eyebrows, in pain.

"Why can't you give up on me?"

Luffy stared into her eyes, his gaze being the depiction of torment. "Because we are meant to be together."

"How do you know that?" she insisted.

"All I ever dreamed about was becoming King of the pirates" he answered, his voice low, "But, for some reason, I can't fathom the idea of doing this without you — from the moment I met you."

Her eyes softened and yet the agony was still glaring. "Why are you wired this way?"

"Come with me and I'll have plenty of time to find an answer to this question."

"I can't come with you."

Luffy pulled her closer, the frustration radiating from his voice. "Why not? I thought you trusted me by now — after tonight!"

"It's not that" she whispered, "I do trust you — more than anyone."

"Then why?" he insisted.

"I can't come because I'll fall in love with you."

The nymph hadn't planned on saying those words. She didn't want to let them out of her mouth. And yet nothing could stop them. Not even her will, not even her determination.

Luffy's heart had skipped several beats. He blinked, staring into her eyes. The silence was deafening, as the muscle between his lungs struggled to keep pace with the way he felt, with the physiological need for oxygen and circulation and with how much he wanted to kiss her. He took a deep breath. One. He took another. One, two. He took the last one. One, two, three. Then, he talked.

"Fall. I will catch you."

And their lips crashed into a breathless kiss. A kiss that tasted like pain and regret, like trust and open wounds, like new love and uncertain promises. A kiss where they felt home and yet still with a foot outside the door.

Until she heard a sound. A strong, sudden wind through the branches of trees and a strange warmth that came with it.

Y/n broke the kiss and looked around, weapons in hand, ready to fight a predator. And, when she met its eyes, her knives fell on the ground.

The phoenix flew towards her, drawing majestic patterns in the air. It left her breathless, as Luffy gazed up at it in awe. She had never seen one before — but she knew what it meant. And she needed it. She had been needing it so desperately.

"What is it?" he murmured.

The phoenix flew in circles around them and then in front of the nymph again, looking into her eyes. In the creature's eyes she could see all the answers she had been longing for. Tears ran down her cheeks and she brought a hand to her chest, as her heart felt like it was about to burst. "It's a blessing" she whispered, "A message from Mother Nature."

The phoenix flew in circles once again and then disappeared in a wind turbine, leaving the air to smell like infinite fire and endless silence. A final decision.

"What message?" asked Luffy, delicately, as if he were trying not to bother what was left of the appearance.

The nymph turned to him, burning tears streaming down her cheeks and lighting up the gold in her eyes. "Rebirth" she said, breathless, "Catch me."

EPILOGUE:

The legend says there was a specific moment when the King of pirates stopped losing his battles. No one knows for certain but some say that it involved a power, a power beheld by a mystical woman who could see and hear everything — a power she would use for love, some would argue. Other smart tongues would rather chat about convenience, since the matter is about the king of damned pirates. But, in the depths of the New World, as he explores the greatest peaks of freedom, there are his companions who know the truth. The truth about a nymph, met long ago on a deserted island, who gave up his immortality to age with him. A woman that, in his presence, is called the Queen.

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tim drake angst fic ideas ive been chewing on

due to scifi shenanigans tim can't hide his emotions one day and gets Really Really Sad when damian and jason insult him and they, who are used to tim taking everything stoically, don't know what to do with that

he gets hit with a version of scarecrow fear toxin where he speaks out loud while he's having his vision of jason & damian torturing him to death while bruce & dick watch, and in the real world the batfam slowly realizes exactly what he's seeing and that it's directly their fault

opposite of fear toxin where tim sees the one thing he wants more than anything else in the world, mirror of erised style, and it's the whole family loving and accepting him, including jason and damian. jason and damien being Wrecked when they learn this

tim & jason go on a Mission together for reasons and jason is super mean to tim the whole time and they end up in a scenario where they think they're about 2 die and tim confesses everything about how much jason as robin meant to him and how hard he tried to live up to that and how bad it Destroyed him when jason tried to kill him over and over and over again

tim & jason go on a Mission together for reasons and jason is trying to patch things up bc now that the pit madness has passed and he's had some time to reflect on things he recognizes he shouldn't have tried to kill tim. but tim shuts jason down every time

TRIGGER WARNING // tim being distant from bruce & dick while jason & damian are hella mean to him at every opportunity, so he feels like no one wants or needs him around, add to that the stress of being red robin AND ceo of wayne industries and it's all way too much for him and he attempts an overdose. jason breaks into his apartment and finds him unconscious and brings him back to the batcave and when he wakes up they're all interrogating him about being poisoned and he has to tell them that he did it on purpose

TRIGGER WARNING AGAIN // similar situation except this time he's highly premeditative about it, planning it out, putting affairs in order, and he tells them he's moving but they look into it and find out he's not planning on moving anywhere so they confront him

listen

im very sad

mostly... jason taking it like a knife to the gut when he realizes how badly it's actually affected tim that jason ever thought he deserved to die. also damien. same for dick and bruce but without the history of direct murder attempts.

am I ever going to write any of these? maybe. probably not. I don't know. if you ever write anything like this or if you know a fic like this Tag Me, reply, reblog, dm me, just send it my way although if it's a popular tim drake angst fic I may have already read it

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A Rebel In My Soul | Chapter 9: 1-day leave

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Fem!Mitchell!Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: fluff, mentions of death (this is gonna be here forever i swear), mentions of alcohol, mentions of food, important conversations that were meant to happen, angst.

Summary: Y/N “Rebel” Mitchell is one of the best aviators of her generation. She grew up hearing the adventures and stories of Maverick, her father, that he used as bedtime stories. She became an aviator with her best friend Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw and now both of them have to come back to the Top Gun Academy for an important mission. Only the best of the best is called for this mission, including the southern idiot called Jake “Hangman” Seresin. Both of you had hated each other since day one. Now, having to work together once more, you count the days for this mission to be over, not only to never see Hangman again, but to also cut all connections again with your father.  

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A/N: a bit of angst, a bit of fluff, a bit of jake being a Swiftie. Karaoke night is implied sorry i didn't wrote it but i didn't know how to. Also i have to change the links of the previous posts bc they don't work. i'll do it this weekend.

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Waking up in the middle of the night has to be one of the worst things that can happen to a human being. Being pulled out of a dream, as if someone was grabbing you by the throat and you couldn’t breathe anymore. At first, the only thing you can do is sit up, touch your neck and check that there’s nothing there. It was just the result of a bad dream. A nightmare. 

Usually you would turn around and try to sleep again, but this night, you’re not sleeping alone. So when you turn around, you find yourself facing a green-eyed cowboy who seems to have just woken up and decided to stay quiet, watching what was wrong. Jake strokes your cheek with his thumb and kisses your forehead before pulling you closer to him. 

“Bad dream?” he asks, voice hoarse and words slurred. 

“Don’t know. Can’t remember it” you hug him closer, feeling his hands on your back, moving up and down soothingly.

“Better not to. When I was younger and I couldn’t sleep, my dad used to walk with me around the neighborhood. We can do that” 

“Jake, you should sleep” 

“I’ve slept enough” he gets Rooster’s phone from the nightstand, looking at the clock “Five hours, this is a record” 

You giggle a bit, getting out of the bed. “Want some coffee?” 

“I’ll make it, you can get dressed meanwhile” he gets up, gives you a soft kiss and goes to the kitchen. 

You smile to yourself, thinking how lucky you are to have him in your life. You don’t know what would have been of you if it wasn’t for him. Your best friend has been going through the same shit, and you’ve stayed up until late several nights talking with him about everything. Rooster doesn’t really talk about his feelings, so it’s kinda hard to know how he is. 

You go to the kitchen, Jake is there looking like a shirtless god while making coffee. It’s not fair for someone to be so hot. You get close to him, hugging him from behind and pressing your lips against the skin of his shoulder. 

“That feels good” he says, putting his hands on top of yours. 

Your only response it’s to leave more kisses along his back. They’re so soft and gentle that you can see the goosebumps in his skin. “You really like that” 

“Only if it comes from you” he pours coffee in two mugs and turns around, still between your arms, to kiss your forehead. “Is this what I’m gonna get every time I wake up with you?” 

You nod, hiding your face against his chest. “I don’t want to leave” 

“We don’t have to go on that walk, you know” 

“I’m talking about the mission…” 

Jake sighs, grabs you by the waist and sits you on the kitchen counter. “Look at me, darling”

You look at those beautiful eyes that look like emeralds. “Everything will be okay. I’ll be up there with you” 

“We don’t know who’s flying this mission, Jake” you say, looking down. “But I went on that course with Mav and I made it… I’ll have to be there”

Jake makes you raise your head, grabbing your chin between his fingers. “And if someone can make this happen, it is you. You’re a hell of a pilot, Rebel Mitchell. I wish I was as half as good” 

You look at him, trying to swallow the lump of emotions that you have in your throat. His free hand searches for yours, intertwining your fingers with his, while he leans over, his forehead touching yours. There are a lot of difficult emotions conveyed in that simple gesture. You wish that you didn’t have to go on that dreadful mission. You simply wish that this could be over already, go with your friends on a road trip, go to the beach, get tanned, get drunk, laugh and be a normal person for a while. Just for a few hours. 

But you knew the type of world you were getting yourself into all those years ago. A world in which even the training sessions are risky. You don’t regret anything, but you seriously need some rest. And to not have this conversation. 

“If something happens up there…” you begin, your watery eyes searching Jake’s. 

“Nothing is gonna happen to you, Y/n” he says with a stern voice. 

“Jake, please. Listen to me. If something happens to me, you can’t do anything stupid. You go back to the carrier and wait for orders” 

“You’ll be okay” he says, shaking his head and refusing to look at you. 

“Promise me” 

“Y/n” he insists. 

“Please. Promise me that if something happens you’ll follow orders” your tears begin to fall, staining your cheeks. 

“Why are you making me do this?” 

“Because my father will do something reckless and I don't know how his actions will affect the mission. But I know him well enough to expect some trouble” you try to laugh, but it comes out as a sob. “And I want you to be safe. For me. Do it for me, okay?” 

He sniffs and looks away, trying to hide his own tears from you. After a few seconds he nods and gets your coffee mugs. “I think it’s cold already” 

You sip your coffee silently, your mind focused on the shapes and forms that Jake’s fingers trace on your thigh. Jake’s love language is contact. And it actually surprises you coming from a man that is always distancing from the rest as “the best pilot”. Guess that when you spend so much time on the top, you really miss the warm feeling of someone’s hand on yours. 

You’re pulled out from your thoughts by the ring of your phone. You go to your room to get it. It’s Cyclone. 

“Rebel” you answer. 

“Morning, Rebel. I hope not to wake you up” 

“Don’t worry, sir. I couldn’t sleep. Is there any problem?” 

“Actually we’re leaving tomorrow instead of today. I’ve been trying to reach the rest of the team. Can you inform them?” 

“Yes, sir. Don’t worry. Same hour, same place?” 

“Affirmative. See you tomorrow, Mitchell.” and then, he hangs up. 

You turn around, Jake is leaning against the door. “1-day leave?” 

You nod, sending a text to the squad group chat. “Thank god. We need some rest”

Natasha is the first one to answer with a message that makes you smile. 

Come to my house. BBQ. Beers. Swimming pool. And Karaoke. 

“We have plans for today” you say, opening your closet to look for your swimsuit.

“Bob, can you stop throwing water at me?” yells Coyote who is sunbathing by the pool. 

“Move to another place, Javy. You’re next to the pool” he says while getting out of the pool and doing a cannonball. 

“I’m surrounded by kids” sighs Phoenix while applying more sunscreen to Rooster. “Hey, aren’t you two closer than usual?” says while signaling to Jake and you. 

“Excuse me for being close to my girlfriend” tells Jake to Natasha, with the same tone someone will use to talk about the weather. 

“Your what” all of your friends talk at the same time, saying the same exact words but in different degrees of surprise. 

“You didn’t ask for my permission, Seresin” Natasha throws him a towel. 

“I had Rooster’s and that’s all that matters” 

Jake, glad that the secret was out now, grabs your chair and pulls it closer to him. He smiles and moves his glasses down his nose to wink at you. “Hello, darling” 

You laugh, raising your legs from the floor and leaving them on Jake’s lap. It only takes a second for you to feel his fingers moving up and down your leg. 

“You’re gross. And cute. Disgustingly cute” says Payback, walking closer to Fanboy and pushing him. Mickey falls into the water, splashing water to Javy who is now completely wet. 

“C’mon Reuben!” 

You laugh and smile. Yeah… you needed this. 

“I think it's time to sing" says Rooster, looking at Jake. "And you're the first one because you didn't sing Great Balls of Fire" 

"And why does that make me go first?" Jake whines. 

"Cause you're the only one we haven't heard yet" Fanboy adds. 

"I didn't know the lyrics" confesses the cowboy. 

"You were the only one who didn't know them" Coyote bugs him. They're teaming up against him. 

"And don't you think that it was weird that every single person in the room knew the lyrics of a song that came out in 1957? Most of us weren't even born then!" 

"I mean…he's got a point there" you state. 

"Shut up, you suck faces, you can't defend him" 

"Payback, that's the most idiotic thing I've heard today" you laugh and get up. "Jake will sing a Taylor Swift song" 

You can see Jake's ears turning red. It's true, he's a Swiftie! 

"Roos, you owe ten bucks" you say doing a happy victory dance. 

"You made a bet about it?" questions Jake feeling a bit betrayed. 

"Years ago. I'm sorry, babe" you apologize and kiss his pouting lips. "We can sing one of her duos" 

There's a collective groan at your words. "I liked you two better when you fought all the time" says Fanboy, getting out of the pool and entering the house. 

"Hey you're soaking wet, don't get inside!" yells Natasha.

Jake hugs you and carries you on his shoulder inside between laughs and chuckles from your friends.

Hours later, after Jake and Bradley's voice becomes hoarse because of all the singing, Fanboy stops giving tequila shots to poor Payback and Coyote, and Natasha and Bob finish painting each other's toe nails, you all sit on the floor around the coffee table and fall into a comfortable silence. 

You don't need to ask what's in their mind. They're minds are filled with the same exact thought. 

'Will we ever be able to do this again?'

You wish you could answer the question. You want to spend more time with all of them. Get to know Bob, Payback and Fanboy better, even though they're part of the family now. You want to send each other random pictures from wherever you get deployed after this. You want Jake to invite all of you to his family farm, and see Payback run away from a horse because apparently he's scared of them. You want to see them get married and have children. Be the cool group of aunts and uncles of a little kid and spoil them. 

You want to create memories and see your family grow. But you don't know if in the next 48 hours some of them will be gone forever. Or if you will be here. 

"I know I am not the one that should be saying this… but I love you, guys. You're a part of my family now" says Bob, breaking the silence with his sweet words. 

"Why shouldn't you say that?" asks Natasha, nudging him with her elbow. 

"I'm the new guy" 

"Bob, you're a member of our little family. And I'm glad I met you" you say, making the wizzo smile. 

"Thank you, Reb" 

Rooster looks at you, intently. "You better don't pull a Maverick on me up there. Because I will bring you back to kill you myself" 

"You know I never do reckless things. What would you do without me? Besides, I have more people waiting for me to come home now" you look at all your friends briefly, your eyes stopping on Jake a bit longer. He notices and grabs your hand, taking it to his lips to kiss your palm. 

"I need you to meet my family, so you better come back in one piece" 

"Yes, sir" 

"Who do you think will be up there?" questions Javy. 

"I went this morning to the base to get a few things from my locker, and I heard something" says Fanboy, leaning over the table. "There's gonna be six aircrafts. Not four" 

You look at Jake and you know. You're definitely going on this mission. 

"Maverick. Rooster. Payback and Fanboy. Natasha and Bob. Hangman. And me" you count aloud. Six aircrafts. 

"Why six? The first two pairs are supposed to blow the target but what about the other two?" Payback looks at you, as if you had the answer. And actually, you think you do. 

"We're the other two" says Jake, signaling between him and you. "You're gonna need some backup after the egressing" 

They all nod, understanding that you two are the fastest and the ones that could save someone's ass in case of need. 

"But that means…" Natasha begins to say, but she can't even finish the sentence. 

"That means that someone won't turn back" Rooster finishes for her, looking at you. 

Yeah, you know what he's thinking. If one of you is in danger, someone is going to sacrifice to save the rest. 

Maverick.

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[wintersmutkingdom]

levi ackerman x femreader

Tags : A soft dom. slightly degrading you. It's ok bc it's all consensual and a part of the thrill. Wheelchair -the rumbling- reverse cowgirl fingering, fucking, drinking tea. (You know it)

NSFW, MDNI, 18+

Word CUNT : 1.5k

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Wheeling on the streets, the prime days of captain Ackerman were long passed since he occupied no more the dangerous functions he used to. But boy, his body could showcase his past. Each scars were artefacts of the battles he used to lead, each tensions of his body could be measure as the tight trust he had from his teammates, each abrupt moves he made could be seen as all the blast he must have endure in all his fights. You could only wonder what had happen to his opponents.

All his efforts, passion and attention were concentrated on his previous work. Now he has the time to put up with torrid meetings.

You were resting on your forearms on a table in this sunny day, sunglasses hiding your angelic face. It protected you from unwanted fckboys. You were taking a pause, grasping the present and enjoying the breeze. Something - or someone - catch your attention.

A man suited up in a wheelchair, scars all over his face, his intimidated gaze. You taught that his story must be interesting since all the man in this area were all to you blend. He passed by you, and you gave him a celestial smile. He didn't reciprocate. His wheel went on one of your foot, stopping his trajectory. He looked at you with his killing gaze, and unfazed, you didn't move a inch of your lovely look. You were now catching his attention.

...

His remaining seeing eye could pierced your soul, staring at you like he had a special intent to accomplish. A secret goal to reach. You appeared nervous to him, what are you hiding in plain sight ?

He put his tie around your neck and use it as a leash for you to obey and be a good girl.

You were sitting on him, your back laying on him. Moreover, you wonder if he could have a peek at your bare self since he looked smaller than you. You asked ''I won't break you ? ''.

Levi placed a ''Tsk, don't be stupid''. It broke your concern. He assured his tie was well displayed between your boobs, all while giving a meticulous touch to these sensible parts. He made sure his cloth was long enough so it squeezed your clit with sureness. His cold hands giving you shivers. Horny, you wiggle your hips, rubbing your needy pu$$y on his tie. With the tension he maintain with the pulling, his hand was under you.

With his other hand, he slammed you quickly between them tights. You gasped. He slapped your booty with the palm of his hand. You gasped a second time.

''Slow learner Y/N. Stay put unless I say otherwise''. And he lend you another with the back of his hand. You bit your under lip, water collecting on the side of your eyes. He was smaller than you, but he could manhandle you so bad with his brute strength.

You tilted your head rearward to take a look.

Brows frowned, ''Pain is the best tool for discipline. You don't need to be educated by words Y/N, but by my training since you don't listen''. His skin was rough as his words were rude. It turned you on.

He squash an arm on your boobs, arching your back in a reflex. He gazed at your a$$, and enjoyed it. His grip on his tie, tighter pressing on your scrouch even more, you try to rub on it just to have a parcel of delight. He break free from your boobs, but changed his approach to enhance his consideration by having your nipple between his fingers, flicking with rotation motions. He spots your shoulders unwind with the breaths you take. ''Now now, try your best to remember how I do business'', he warned you.

Inhaling more or less the small amount of freedom you had now. You couldn't bear with his overwhelming presence, shifting your attention on the ground.

Every move you made were noticed by him. Yet he wanted to make you his only and personal toy. Desiring to steal a piece of your peaceful soul. Levi wanted you to feel owned by him, and only him. He crave for you to fallow him blindly, do as he says. Aware of himself, he didn't want you to be afraid for a bit, nor doubting his intentions even if he wanted you to have a hint of what danger can taste like.

''Please, Levi, be patient with me'', you beg sensuously.

''Like hell''. He used his tie, without wasting time to absorb your messy cunt throbbing. Jarring the piece of cloth on your small pearl, he press the mixture of hot and colder surface onto you. Your limbs stiffen by the pleasure. The sound of your fluid, his touch, the fabric his breath caressing your neck and your salacious exhales. Levi sensed the building up of your anticipation. He pulled harder on the tie, making you loose your balance. He let go of tie. He pushed you with your ass and you lend onto the table. *Clap*, your moisty skin on the chill wood.

Giving an easier access to your hole, you were at his mercy. He put his fixation on your burried treasure, preparing it. He worked on it with his thumb and pleasing your button with his little finger. Levi executed his talent on your body, feeling for the second time the increasing tensions on your body ready to be released. ''Yeah, come''. The warmth of your genital diffusing through you, and up you go! The sound of his hands engaged with your cunny was all you both could hear. Satisfied, Levi says : ''Hot''.

He grab the mere choker on your neck to pull you closer to him. He grab and switch you without a blink nor without trouble. It was surprisingly fluid. You now face him, knees up your shoulder, it pressed your boobs tight together and gave him the full view of your opulent body. Flustered and shy for him to see you like that, you barely made contact with him. Without further ado, his muscled arm put you on his dick- slowly. In the mean time, you glanced at the veins on his forearms far less intimidated then his penetrating eyes. You bit again your lips as to give you more courage to face him. As you create courage, his cock was going in, into you. From his forearms, to his biceps, to his shoulder, to his collarbone, his scared lips and to his white pupil and to his natural grey one. Cautious in which part you looked at, he cautiously buried his dick deeper for you to streched with delight. Your walls hugging him, welcoming him to go further. Feeling his tip pushing and collecting all your throbbing. You could feel all the pression that his tip tap into you, giving you light electrical shock threw your being. You wanted him to split you in fucking half now.

He sensed it, Levi ordered you : ''Fall back''. And you did, the angle just hit with more intensity, his touch becoming more though to fit what you needed. Biting the air that you kept reaching. Your head becoming light as his, began hardened.

''I'm 'bout to loose my mind''. He could feel your cunt pulsating on his shaft. Have you noticed the expression of his eyes being kind for a split second ?! He pursue the pace that you needed, letting you a chance to come. You begin feeling the wave crashing on all the part of you. You pant after having drowned on his cock. Water pearling on your skin, as if you had oil it, giving it a ravishing look.

Slapping your hips, Levi add : ''Dammit, regain your composure Y/N''. Bringing you back on shore. You take a deep breath, craving his seeds stuffing your vault. You felt somewhat in a power position as you were on top of him for the whole time and it hit you just now, and even more because you saw that he wanted to cum. You were grining at him.

Levi says : '' Wait, you're mouth's dirty'' as he put a hand in your mouth. You were stunned, and felt that you were back at your place.

Without missing a beat, he blasted each thrusts like your pu$$y was a battlefield that he intended to win over. You could feel the accumulation down your spine, as his cock went threw every of your tranches, explosions included. It was a lot, almost too much, could you even continue to take it even longer ? A small trail of saliva came down your chin. He put out his hand. You could feel yourself loosing as he was winning and you give out your final orgasms'. Gathering yourself.

''You..'r da devil, Lev-ih'' with all you wasteful drained face. ''Maybe I am, Y/N and look at all the sins you've made on me''. He grabbed your head and made you look at all the intertwined fluids on his pants. ''Sorry, I'm becoming too soft with my age, I mean all the filths you made''.

You blushed profusely, and it was enough for him to invite you to drink a cup of tea.

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[atxxzist]

broken | c.s (04)

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pairing: choi san x reader

word count: 9.5k

warning: smut! (read at ur own risk)

a/n: have to repost this completely bc the tags would not work on the first post no matter what. if formatting is messed up its bc i lit just copy pasted

you have told yunho that there is no way you're going to waddle into yeosang's presence and beg for his help like a peasant, just because you got a sixty-eight percent on your first exam. that's almost a passing grade.

that you'll just study more and hopefully score better on the next one--or, like any other college students, look it up online for extra help. but he was immensely against it, saying you are not financially secure at the moment to be giving away twenty dollars a month for some subscription.

which, if you're to be honest, you'd rather be living on ramen noodles and water for an entire month to make up for the extra cash than to humiliate yourself like that in front of yeosang.

but yunho being the good boy he always is--genuinely and truly caring for you, he had asked him against your wishes, and to say you were surprised when yunho had told you he said yes, is an understatement.

"i feel pathetic," you voice upon seeing the cafe from a distance.

that's if anything can even be more pathetic than the score you got despite studying days and nights.

maybe if your professor isn't so busy with the other group of students fighting for their grades; his office hours all filled up, you wouldn't be in the current predicament.

"you're overreacting. he's happy to help," yunho assures.

happy to help? as in, sincerely doing this because he wants to? or because he sees it is the perfect opportunity to get under your skin again--like every other time where his words felt like bullets.

even the air of the cafe is already taunting as you both enter.

yeosang is quick to notice the new arrivals, his head shooting up from his book and eyes not landing on yunho but yours. amusement all over them as he occupies a seat far in the back.

"have fun," yunho whispers from beside you, and if he isn't as good-natured as you know him to be, you'd think he's setting you up judging by the tone.

"you're not going to walk me over there?" you snap to him, anxiety in your expression.

he returns a chuckle.

"he's just yeosang, y/n. not a disease or a rabid dog. you're a big girl, i'm sure you can do it."

you scoff and roll your eyes, keeping your gaze trained ahead.

"well, if you're going to drag me into this against my will, shouldn't--"

you turn to where he was originally but he's already gone; the cafe door clinking, only to catch him outside the glass window bidding you a goodbye with a smirk on his lips.

freaking yunho.

usually in cases like this, you embrace your naturally timid nature--whether that's turning your feet back around or acting aloof, but there's something very provoking about kang yeosang.

well, that and the fact that yunho made it blatantly known that you did not do very well, so it'll be even more embarrassing if you have tried putting on such a pretense act.

you accept your fate after all, taking a seat opposite of him that makes one of his eyebrows quirk up.

"are you really going to sit there?" he speaks up

"obviously," you answer dryly, barely able to get one of the straps of your backpack off before he snarks back.

"how am i going to help you pass the class when you're an ocean away from me."

there it is. the yeosang you know. not the one that yunho and mingi always talk so kindly about, swearing he's the offspring of saint mary.

in your head, the desired outcome would be cursing him out since you didn't even ask for any of this, so you don't have to take his shit.

but... there's a more rational part that's echoing its voice and telling you to just hold onto that patience a little longer for a friend who only wants the best for you.

you release a heavy sigh, not bothering to hide your annoyance--you can do that at least.

getting up to migrate, it takes everything in you to keep the composure when a smirk conjures up on him. must be so satisfying to see you so weak and powerless.

your phone is the first to go on the table before you sit down completely next to the window that displays the sight of many students passing by.

your eyes stay on your phone for a second too long before prying away to meet yeosang's obnoxious ones.

"you're going to have to pull up the exam so i can see what questions you missed."

you don't object or make a show, only compliantly pull out your laptop to navigate to the school's site and your classes, opening up the exam the class took online a week ago.

he squints his eyes, leaning in closer so he can get a better view.

you're frozen in the position, trying to not snap a neck or a turn head because he's so close and you don't know why the hell your heart's doing flip at the proximity.

it doesn't help when he stays like that for too long, fingers taking over your laptop to scroll down till the last question.

a nervous gulp travels down your throat, finally relaxing itself when yeosang pulls away, causing a light gush of wind to form, his scent brimming your nose but fades shortly after.

he doesn't smell of anything strong or artificial. you can only assume it's his natural scent, much fitting for a guy like yeosang. he doesn't seem like the kind to impress... unlike san.

a guy like san, he always dresses to impress, always carry a strong, artificial scent that smells expensive, and his hair is always nicely slicked back--probably with some kind of gel or something that he also invested a lot in--

"how do you not know what applications are?" yeosang's voice is the one to bring you back.

"huh?" you're completely out of loop.

"question four. you got it wrong."

"some of the answers were too similar to one another," you defend.

"if you were paying attention or even studied a little, the answer is quite obvious, actually."

you grimace and already, there's a trail of heavy breathing as you try to contain the brewing temper.

"i did study!" you hiss, keeping the volume only loud enough for him to hear.

it's not your fault your professor had worded the answers so stupidly alike to one another. you're pretty sure both microsoft word and something like setup.exe are examples of applications.

if all yeosang's going to do is berate you, you just might break your own code of conduct and offer an apology to yunho later.

he doesn't have much of a reaction, only shake his head and moves the topic along.

"did you bring your textbook?"

you just nod, afraid that if you actually speak, you will say something that will lead to regret later.

"okay. then we'll just go over some of the chapters again."

you still have to offer your perspective, though--not like you're ever going to be right.

"can't we just cover the newer chapters? it's not like i can even retake the exam." you cross your arms.

"yes, but, the final is comprehensive, so it's best if you get a better grasp of the materials now rather than later."

you badly want to roll your eyes, but it's not even worth trying to argue back. he's not getting paid, after all. but gods know why he even agreed in the first place.

before rummaging your backpack for the book, you steal a quick glance at your phone screen that has yet to light up with any new messages, unfortunately.

"code is a series of instructions, and each instruction is an operation--"

a feeling of relief washes over, after managing to finish your first ever interview somewhat normally; the lady offering you a farewell and saying you should be hearing back in a few weeks.

y/n: just got done with the interview :)

san: really?! how did it go?

y/n: okay i think. she said they'll call me back in a few weeks, so there's some hope lol

san: you'll get a call for sure!

y/n: i hope to

san: i'll pick you up 😋

y/n: oh you don't have to. i can take a cab

san: i'm already on my way 😎 we can... celebrate

you don't really know what he means by celebrate, but you're just overjoy to be seeing him again if you're to be really honest that you do in fact want him to pick you up.

ever since thursday, aside from a few flirty texts and reminders of the interview, he didn't really bring up ever doing anything together again. and you're too much of a coward to try initiating anything because then, it'll give away that he's all you've been thinking about.

the conversation in the car is surprisingly casual--all as if he wasn't on top of you with his fingers deep in your pussy a few days ago.

he asks more about the interview and you answer, attempting to reframe from staring at him too much, but it's nearly almost impossible.

he just looks so clean and sharp in his signature hairstyle, that brown zip shirt, and those beach pants as he accelerates in those sneakers.

in the pitched blackness of the evening, even he glows. he's bright and he's tempting, your eyes unable to look away faltering when he catches you in the middle of being starstruck.

he giggles, and it's that melodic sound that pulls you away from the light and back into the dimness of the night.

maybe if you weren't so blinded, you would have realized sooner than later that he brought you to his complex and not the dorms.

"and programs are comprised of millions--are you even listening?"

"what?" you meet yeosang's unamused gaze. "of course i am."

he sighs and flips the book at least two pages back.

"okay, then summarize what i told you just now." he relaxes against the table, one palm on the side of his face and attention burning a hole in your forehead.

"uh--" but a sound from your phone has you turning head to it so fast, it's a miracle your neck is still intact at this point.

but you're only met with disappointment when you see it is not from the one person you are expecting. just a stupid reminder from your phone plan about bills being due soon.

the frown on you doesn't go unnoticed by yeosang, him raising another brows in return when an idea comes along.

"hey!" you protest, at him suddenly snatching your phone and shoving it into the back pocket of his pants.

"i didn't think i'd have to improvised rules, but it seems like i'm gonna have to. rule number one: no phones allowed," he says sternly, and you can only look at him with horrified eyes.

"b-but--"

"--no exception. come on, y/n. this isn't high school. you can play the waiting game with lover boy when you get home."

your expression twists in anger. maybe later, you can just buy yunho a box of his favorite donut flavors and tape an apology note to it.

"this is stupid. i don't even want to be here." you sulk, just like a child throwing a tantrum.

"that makes two of us," he adds on, casually sitting up and going back to the book like nothing. "so if you just work with me, this will be over a lot faster."

but you're still not one-hundred percent convinced.

"why did you even agreed to come? you hate me," you state as if it's a fact.

he chuckles lightly, with you shooting him a daggering glare.

"hate's a pretty strong word."

you shrug.

"well, it's the truth, isn't it?"

there's a quick pause before he speaks again; something in his brain trying to piece together his thoughts.

"to hate is to feel such a passionate, intense dislike for someone. i don't feel that strongly about you... hate or like. so you don't have to worry."

god, he's infuriating. but you almost want to applause him for the attitude; for how he delivered such a line while lacking any kind of emotion.

you stay with him for fifteen to twenty minutes, following along and repeating after him unenthusiastically but at least you're not dozing off.

you get most of the answers right to the questions he'd test you because actually going through the chapters again, you realize how much you have went over the materials it's practically ingrained in your head.

how you managed to fail will remain a mystery.

but you're getting bored and he's going on a really long lecture about a topic you're currently not interested in, and so naturally...

the both of you barely makes it inside his apartment before he swoops you up in a surprise attack, both arms under your butt--and yours, nicely wrapped around his neck as he places you down on one of the kitchen counters.

parting your legs so they can rest at his side, he takes your lips in for a messy kiss; you responding as if your lips were made to take his, though you've only kissed him once--now twice.

his hands grip your thighs with strength, keeping them in the open position they're in while both of yours caress his soft cheeks, using them as a tool to deepen the kiss.

when a guy like san says to celebrate, you can only assume the one thing he's talking about.

he pulls away, breaking the intimate session; both you and him still trying to catch your breaths. he stares at you with hunger, but there's a shine in his eyes that makes him look so innocent at the same time.

"congratulations," he mumbles, settling on a tender smile after. "i knew you could do it."

"thanks, but... she only said she'll call me, i still don't know--"

"--shhh," he shushes you, index finger thumped against your lips. "you're going to get the job, okay?"

your heart flutters at his words, nodding in response.

"good girl," he coos, lifting your chin swiftly to continue where you guys left off. flesh moving on top of flesh and hands all over each other despite your lack of experience of where exactly you should be touching him.

you decide on his shoulders.

it only goes on for another minute until san decides to switch up; a guy like him also unsatisfied in a certain position for too long. he always need something new, sooner or later.

his hot breath trickles down your neck, sinking his teeth in when he finds a spot perfect to mark--show that he did this to you.

he also just loves hearing your moans. pretty and pure moans that makes his cock twitches. his hands find the top of your skirt.

"let's celebrate, princess," he whispers so seductively into one of your ears, you can feel a shiver run through your body.

and though you want him to make you feel so good just like he did last time, it'll be too selfish of you to only take but not give.

"san," you say, putting a cease to his action when you put your hands over his.

he backs off and has a concerned expression on, unsure of what's running through your mind, only watching as you hop off the counter to shrink under him, such a pristine and wholesome look on your face.

'y-you have helped me so much," you mumble but with a sincere tone, probably not fitting for the current scenario. "and... i want to help you in return."

"and how are you going to do that, beautiful?" he fuels the fire, a smirk threatening to break, feeling like he's got you right where he wanted.

your eyes shyly dash down to his pants before moving them back up, a deep blush on your cheeks when he doesn't bother to hide the smirk anymore.

"you want to make me feel good?" he sings, almost in a tone too mellow.

you only nod, refusing to meet his gaze because you're getting flustered, but he laughs a soft endearing chuckle, moving you back by the grip he has on the side of your face, proceeding on the sweet encouragements.

"go ahead, beautiful." he smiles, rubbing small circles on one side of your cheeks.

you gulp. "just to uh... let you know, i've never done this before. it's going to be pretty horrible."

he laughs and shakes his head.

"you're going to do fine, trust me."

now, usually, san likes taking control. he likes being the one in charge; the one who keeps the flow going--whether that's eating a girl out, making her cum with his fingers or fucking her, he likes knowing that they're so weak when under his grasp.

that he can do anything to them and it will be from his own account. he doesn't care much for if they want him to feel good in return. most of them doesn't consider that too much of a thought when they're already near the point of orgasm.

but you... you're so sweet and so obedient just for him, and now you're asking to suck his cock. just knowing he's going to be the first ever cock in your pretty little mouth is already something that makes that sick side of him so smug.

you drop down to your knees, face against the view of his crotch and it takes a moment to process everything; your head all of a sudden trying to recount all events that's happened so far that lead to the current position.

you think about mingi and yunho for a second; how they will feel knowing you kissed a guy you've known for only less than a month, and now about to give your first ever blowjob.

it's crazy.

you start by tugging the top of his pants down, nervous swallowing that can be heard in the quiet space; a sight too fulfulling for someone like san.

the red shade on you darkens once you get it down low enough where you can see his hard cock protruding through the fabric of his boxer. you swallow another gulp.

"slowly, baby. take your time."

a groan escapes him when you free it fully, air hitting his flesh and you never thought you would ever like such a sound, but just now, you realize how much you do.

his decent-sized hard cock staring back; a wave of thoughts hittting you right in the face. how, this is your first time seeing one for yourself, your eyes wide and hanging like the little prude you are.

but temptation trumps any kind of fear or anxiety, one of your hand already around his cock as you sink it inside your mouth, that slight salty taste lingering.

"oh, fuck!" he curses, throwing his head back, one of his hand suddenly latching onto your hair as he indulges in the sensation.

you don't know what the fuck you're doing, but he looks so sexy and it feels so nice to know--

"y/n!" yeosang snaps, taking you out completely from the recap of your first ever blowjob--which, from san's perspective, was probably one hell of a sloppy experience.

"what--yes, i'm here," you attempt, straightening your posture like that's going to make it all better.

"jesus," he exhale, a deep sigh leaving as he slams the textbook shut.

"i was listening, kind of."

he rolls his eyes, the audacity of you to lie in front of his face actually quite triggering.

"sure you were," he says unenthusiastically, tossing your phone onto the table and already grabbing at his bag. "anyways, when you get your head back from the clouds, maybe i might consider taking the time out of my day to help you again."

and he gets up, bag swung over his one of his shoulders and disappearing out the door.

you scoff.

"okay well, he was rude to me, too!" you counter, because it's true. he was.

"he probably was, but good chance it was because you were dozing off and not paying attention in the first place," yunho defend his roommate, who, by now, have told him exactly how it went.

or maybe he didn't. maybe he exaggerated and made you out to be like the biggest bitch on the planet, who knows. you're sure yunho wouldn't have believed it anyways, though he is advocating for his friend pretty hard as of currently.

"i never even asked for his help," you grumble, annoyance seeping into your tone, only to regret it leaving your mouth not even two seconds after.

because yunho was the one who asked him, and he only did it because he cares about you.

"no," you add on, "i didn't mean it like that. just... we don't have the best relationship."

a slight frown overtakes the shape of your lips as you await his response from the other line.

you don't like upsetting yunho, and it's rare to fight--that's to say if you guys ever even fought at all before.

small disagreements, yes. but it never takes too long before one or the other gives in because they feel bad.

mingi on the other hand, is a different story. you would have to really define 'fight' first before you start counting on both of your hands just how many times it's happened.

"don't worry, i understand," he murmurs, voice beginning to chip out. you don't blame him. it's getting late and he must be tired.

"i also hope you don't think i'm scolding you or something. but i think you'll really like him if you give him a chance. that's all i want to say. he went out to wash himself a while ago and might be coming back soon, so i'll talk to you tomorrow."

"goodnight yunho."

"night, y/n. may you have the sweetest dreams only."

you should be used to it by now. that phrase he always tells you right before bedtime; something so yunho and so sweet, but it does always make you giggle every time as well.

the other line goes silent, and you release the phone from your ear, yunho's words still echoing in your head.

you'll really like him if you give him a chance. it's not like you were cruel to him from the start. he was the one to give you the cold shoulder first, and hearing all these good things from your friends make you wonder what is it about you that he has such a dislike for.

you let your head fall back on the pillow, phone screen lighting up your face and a low whine departs, disappointed that it's another day with no signs from san.

you don't expect him to be texting you 24/7 nor do you expect any information about his whereabouts, but you just want something. even just a simple good morning text or a good night.

but the silence from him the past couple of days makes your chest feel just a little heavy, not wanting to think that he's purposely ignoring you, that you're not even worthy of crossing his mind even though you've stripped a part of yourself bare for him.

tucking your phone under the pillow, you close your eyes and allow that feeling to die out, consumed by the lack of sleep and mind that isn't exactly suitable for such an occasion.

you do catch the time on the alarm clock just before you really fall into a slumber, thinking yuna will be back soon and that maybe she can tell you another story of how her night went when you wake up in the morning. those usually make you feel a little better every time.

san texts two days later, telling you he's been busy studying for exams and all that. you never even questioning any possibility of it not being true, because you were also in the same exact situation.

it makes you feel rather silly now. thinking that someone so kind who helped you at a party and now in finding you a job, was not texting because he has some other intentions.

just your natural anxious self feeding doubts into your head.

but you have promised yunho, after a series of conversation, that you will apologize to yeosang.

you're usually one to hold grudges, more so if you feel so strongly about a certain person. but you're also easily persuaded (if that isn't obvious by now), especially when it comes to yunho, all it took was another day for that guilt to fully come into bloom.

after all, yeosang didn't have to come. he didn't have to help you nor take the time out of his day, but he did. and so, you do feel just a little bad about how it went; you being more at fault than his occasional snarky comments.

"hey!" you greet him, like actually greet him; a smile on your face and all, taking the usual seat beside him.

the class isn't that big in population so everyone always sits at the same spot, and though you do want to make amend with yeosang, you're not going to act like you're sitting next to him by choice.

he doesn't say anything, only keeping his chin up and attention on the computer screen in front. he's sulky, that's new. but understandable.

"so... how was your morn--"

you don't even get to finish your sentence, interrupted by your professor's loud voice as he goes over the usual routine--you having no other option than to back out with a pout.

a small smirk graces yeosang's lips, going unnoticed by you.

the rest of the class is spent in agonizing boredom. you like computers, but you're more interested in the gaming aspects of it. the pretty graphics and the joys you get from the entertainment it provides.

not the more technical, complex stuff that you have too little care for. maybe in conclusion, you failing the first exam isn't so much of a mystery.

your attempt of an apology didn't go through the first time, but second time's a charm, which, you find that is not the case either.

"hey," you try again, another smile coating your lips in a way it has never before. "i was thinking." you only slightly turn to put your notebook back inside your backpack. "that we could--"

you're talking to the thin air at this point; yeosang already gone and you only catch a glimpse of his blonde strands until it's completely out of sight.

you sigh.

entry #3

i almost forgot i have this. probably because the past week had been so hectic and everything. i was studying for most of my classes, then prepping for the interview. at least i did okay on the interview and passed most of my exams?! except for one. it's a little embarrassing because it's a course tied to my major, but i swear, i did study. i don't want to go too much into what happened with yeosang, but you (i, myself) should already know what went down. of course, i haven't given up on this little mission of mine. quite funny considering it's yeosang, but i'd like to think i'm doing it for yunho. i have a better plan this time, i think. so i hope it works this upcoming wednesday

~

"the weather is nice today, isn't it?" you try initiating a conversation, having just arrived at your seat.

"not really. too chilly for my liking," he actually replies, much to your surprise but his eyes hasn't moved from the screen.

you scoot your chair in and clasp both your hands together, head turning his way.

"i think it's perfect. a lot better than last mont--"

once again, you're cut short by your professor who has a thing for making your life just all more difficult. but you're going to make it work today. you are.

and, yeosang's already speaking to you again, which is a good sign.

your 'plan' is pretty much packing everything a few minutes before class is over, sneaky gaze toward yeosang's direction and making sure you're a few steps ahead of him at all time.

even when he gets up to exit, you're strolling right behind him, only to block his path when you feel like the area's in the clear.

"hey," you utter, putting a pretty smile on so it'll make you feel a lot less pathetic and desperate that you're trying this hard for kang yeosang.

he raises an eyebrow, an intrigued look on his face but you don't know how to read into it.

"hey?"

"look, about the other day--"

"you're still on that?" he cuts, something amusing in his tone that makes your mouth puckers.

"well, you seemed like you were as well." your comment coming off playful rather than mocking.

he sneers and blinks away.

"please, i'm way too overgrown for that."

"says the one all sulky face on monday," you reply, exceptionally fast.

he locks gaze with you again, another amusement written all over his face.

"just wanted to make your life all much harder," he snide quietly, and you're also fast to give a reaction with a cheeky smile.

"you wouldn't even have to try at all."

a scoff departs him along with a chuckle. "so this is all you wanted to say?"

"that and yunho wanted me to ask you if we can, by any chance, give the whole tutor thing another go." you make sure to put extra emphasis on yunho's name so he'll know that although you're caving, it also isn't completely on your own terms.

"mhmm," he hums, acting aloof as if he's actually thinking about it. "we'll see."

you nod it off, lips drawing a thin line before your attention settles on his hair. or more particularly, something in his hair.

the pink cherry blossom petal laying on top his blonde locks, a little amazing how well the two go together. and maybe if his guts doesn't annoy you so much, you'd even say they perfectly complement each other.

a tiny giggle leaves when you go to rid the petal from his hair, chin titled because he's much taller.

his eyes follow the movements of your hand until it travels down to your own, catching your gaze in his and by the time you have picked the petal, hanging it by the side of his face, you think the blush that emerges from him is easily the same shade.

"you had something in your hair." you wave the petal in your hold before letting it slip away to the ground with the rest of them.

"thanks?" he swallows nervously, and you'll be damned if you're to ever admit that a flustered yeosang is a little endearing.

typically, you'd be in the library or cafe with yunho and mingi at this time, scribbling and doodling away while listening to tales of their godly college experience so far, but there has been a change of plan.

for some reason, they decided that this afternoon would be the perfect time to scramble inside mingi's and wooyoung's tiny dorm and watch a horror movie.

and when you say they, you mean mingi. you honestly don't even know why. he's the biggest scaredy cat ever and can't watch anything remotely scary for shit.

last time he wanted to watch some b-rated film and he couldn't sleep for days after. it wasn't even that scary. was literally just about an evil turkey killing on thanksgiving.

"did you say it's killer clowns from space this time?" yunho repeats, just to be sure he's not hearing things.

"yes," mingi confirms, navigating to a rather suspicious looking website with clumps of ads because he wants to watch it for free and none of you can afford to rent it at the moment.

you await quietly while yunho's scrolling through his phone.

"actually, i think it's free with ads on youtube," yunho enlightens.

"well shit." mingi clicks his tongue, typing into the address bar.

it's a little clustered, the three of you huddled on the floor in between mingi's and wooyoung's beds and with only a small table in front holding mingi's laptop.

if only college dorms came with wide flatscreens as well, life would be a lot easier.

"okay, it's playing, i think..." mingi says, "fuck, why is this shit so slow."

the video just keeps buffering and buffering; no signs of it playing any time soon.

"okay, either this campus has some dogshit wifi or i need a new laptop."

"well, you've had that laptop for years," you comment.

"then you go and get us your new laptop. you know, the one that can run roblox at 60 fps."

"pfft," you blow and yunho laughs in response. "right. the one that overheated and shut down when i was playing the sims."

"okay? at least you got past the loading screen before it crashed. and you should be grateful. i spent a whole summer being berated by my father just to get the extra cash for it."

"no, you got berated because you did a god awful job of dogsitting and the neighbors were cursing your parents' names for weeks after," yunho chips in.

"it's not my fault the animal got out."

"oh yes because it just magically opens the door and gate by itself."

"okay well, i gave it freedom. i doubt that dog saw a speck of sunlight in years. i hate that wretched old hag mrs. han. she's always giving me that look."

"well no shit, you let her dog out," you're the one to say it this time.

"but he came back--and oh would you look at that, the video's finally playing. now both of you please kindly shut the fuck up."

the video plays smoothly, much to all three of your surprises. which leads you to believe mingi's ancient laptop isn't the problem after all.

you wouldn't really say the movie is scary; more so disgusting because of the gore.

"that's fucking gross," yunho comments, expression pinching in from the revulsion.

"sick. whoever came up with the idea for this movie is sick in the head," mingi grumbles. he has both his hands over his face, one eye barely peeking out from in between the small space of his fingers.

"more sick than whoever recommeded we watch this?" yunho fires.

you're about to join in on the fun banter, when a buzz in the pocket of your jeans go off. seeing that the two are rather occupied, you pull it out, thinking it's just going to be a quick check.

your eyes literally about to pop out of its sockets and the beat of your heart seems to have multiplied; breath growing fainter when you see his name.

san: hey :)

you haven't even thought about him at all today, and maybe even barely a little yesterday. because after the monday he texted you, he went radio silent again.

and with the whole yeosang shenanigans, you really did seem to have forgotten. but now that he's announced his existence again, everything comes flooding back all at once.

his sweet words, the position you guys were in a couple days ago, and then the once again, abrupt and short period of silence.

you try to keep from showing any kind of reactions, afraid at least one or if not, both of them will catch on.

it's already bad enough that yunho has stern eyes on san and mingi was just making a comment a few days after the party about how weird san was acting.

you don't like disappointing your friends or going against their wishes, which is why you won't tell them. because if they don't know, then it doesn't apply, which in restropect, sounds a lot worse. because you have never felt like you had to keep something from them before.

"y/n would agree, right y/n?" yunho's voice snaps you back.

"uh--yes!" you attempt to sound like you weren't just dozing off, thrusting your phone back to where you got it from.

"two against one! an evil turkey is way more manageable than a bunch of alien clowns out for blood."

"well at least the clowns doesn't look like someone's burnt dick."

fortunately, the movie finishes within another hour when it's finally evening, and you're fast to pull an excuse like you need to get back to your room to finish up an assignment.

mingi and yunho not even aware at all that you've been telling them small lies just so you can dwell in the attention of a boy who likes to disappear for a few days, and has a knack for making you question things you have never before.

y/n: hey san, i'm sorry for replying so late. i was with mingi and yunho.

you sit at the edge of the bed, staring at the screen so intensely because there's that familiar feeling of butterflies swimming in your stomach, and a curiosity that has you wondering what he has to say.

what's the reason for the sudden text, and that maybe, he just might finally want to do something together. him seeking you out means he's finally thought of you at least.

time flies by steadily but there has yet to be a reply from him.

assuming that you probably took too long and he has found another source of entertainment, you settle your phone on the nightstand with a frown, the back of your head hitting the pillow as you stare up at the ceiling when there's a sudden knock at the door.

you're thinking to yourself that yuna's back awfully early tonight; maybe she's got her hands full and can't rummage for the key. it's happened before.

"welco--" the words get stuck in your throat and your eyes goes wide like an idiot when you see who has shown, and it is not your roommate.

"san?"

he's here, outside your room and looking as good as always; especially when there's dimples decorating his cheeks and he's smiling at you that makes a certain warmth ripple through your chest.

"hey! sorry i wasn't able to reply. was making my way over."

"oh, uh... that's okay."

his smile broadens, gaze sneaking past your shoulder.

"are you alone?" he asks.

you slowly nod, missing the faint smirk crawling onto his lips.

"may i come in?"

you nod again, stepping aside and widening the frame. when he passes by, there's a light alcoholic smell that trickles your nose. you wonder if he was drinking just before he came. but he looks and sounds sober enough.

he's admiring the interior and decorations with hands tucked inside his pockets when you come around to the corner of yuna's bed, a little embarrassed about how contrasting her side is compared to yours.

"i've yet to done anything with it," you mutter.

he turns around and give you a reassuring smile.

"i like it. just exactly my kind of style. simple and easy to the eye."

a low giggle pours from you.

"you could put it like that."

since that wasn't really what you were going for. it's more like 'i'm obviously broke but how can i make this look as decent as possible'.

the air goes quiet for a bit, a tension hanging between the both of you that neither wants to speak of, yet.

"is there something i can do for you?" you bring up. something that drives him all the way to the floor of your room--and to standing in front of you.

but that seems to be the green light; the sign for him to begin taking closer steps toward you, causing your breath to hitch inside your throat. before you know, your back's already in contact with the solid hard wall.

"actually, there is," he mumbles, one arm pinning the wall and hovering over your head. the proximity allowing you to drown in his scent confirms that he's at least a little tipsy. but maybe not completely drunk.

you swallow both nervously but also with some anticipation, because whenever you're with san, he always makes something inside of you so heated; a throbbing feeling in your core that he has a special charm for conjuring.

"you know, beautiful," he whispers, his free thumb swiping over your bottom lip. "i couldn't stop thinking about what we did the last time we were together."

you feel the temperature of your cheeks rising and a pink shade painting over them at such statement. but honestly, who are you kidding. you have been thinking about it, too.

it even got you in trouble with yunho because instead of studying, you were busy thinking about how you sucked san's cock.

"so tell me." he leans closer until his forehead collides with yours, hard eyes boring into your own with something dark and lustful. "have you been thinking about it, too?"

you nod so fast, even san's a little surprised at the immediate response. but ever since he kissed you the first time, and after everything else, it has given you an odd amount of confidence. or at least enough fascination to find out where this will take you.

"i have..."

"fuck," he curses. "i love it when you're straightforward like this."

and he kisses you. just like that. head slanted for better access and given that this is the third time now, you're starting to become a little better at this.

your arms naturally settle around his neck and when he departs with heavy breathing to place small pecks over your jawline, you groan in awe at the sensation.

the back of your spine sinks harder into the wall from how he has you pressed against it. only until he releases himself from the tip of your skin, do you feel a drop of pressure; your chest relaxing a bit.

but that's only for so long before a grunt leaves his mouth because he's lifted your entire body off the flooring and proceeding to throw you onto the mattress of your bed--the cushion submerging when your back meets it.

he climbs on top and you freeze, only able to stare back at him. you won't dare to look at your roommate's side, or her arts and belongings glaring back for doing this with a man in the shared space.

"miss seeing you like this," he says, pressing down to kiss again, and it must've go on for five minutes. your grip in his hair and his hands roaming all over your body, tongue clashing one another like it'll be the last time.

of course, you have no idea what you're fucking doing. just following along san's movements and letting him guide you.

both his palms pin the bed at your side, lips moving away to nibble at your neck, drawing a wet trail as he moves lower and lower till he's face first at your crotch; his hands already at the waistband and ready to strip it off.

he's impatient. so impatient.

"want to return the favor, beautiful," he coos, before he pulls it off with a jerk. thankfully it was loose and not too tightly clasp around you.

you whimper just slightly at the short lasting burn that's soon met with the naked air; you never having felt so exposed before in front of someone. especially not somone like san.

pretty... even your underwear is pretty, he thinks.

"may i?" he asks in a soft tone, your eyes barely holding his from the position, but you do want it. whatever he's about to do.

"yes, san," you answer, even more mellow than his.

he doesn't waste a single second, hands going to rid the undergarment right away by sliding it off; you slightly lifting your body to make the process easier.

he tosses both pieces somewhere you'll worry about finding later, but not right now. especially not with your legs spread and pussy bare in front of him--which makes you incredibly flustered and on the verge of covering your face because it's just a little embarrassing. it being your first time and all.

"shit, y/n," he growls lowly at the sight. "is everything about you always this fucking pretty?"

you're about to say something but a whimper draws out instead when he goes to spread your legs even wider for better access.

"gonna make you feel so fucking good."

you don't get a chance at replying this time either, because he's already shot himself in, head in between your legs and a sloppy wet sensation at your entrance that makes you fold back in building gratification; both your hands immediatly branching out and squeezing the sheet of the bed.

"hmm..." you moan, coming off more like a cry. "o-oh my god, san."

you arch before settling back down on the bed again, the grip on the sheet only getting tighter and you can only imagine the wrinkles that's going to be imprinted.

because san knows how to eat pussy, and he knows how to eat it good.

you don't exactly have anyone else for comparison, but the way his tongue's swirling in your core and there's an oncoming sensation rushing in, is enough as it is.

even he seems to know your own body more than you do. all the right spots to suck, and the exact one where he needs to lay down extra suction.

his arms has found its way around your legs, face buried and delivering such excrutiating pleasure that makes your eyes roll itself and head thrown back, looking up at the ceiling while he devours your part like it's his last meal.

another thought goes over, almost unable to believe it yourself that just first semester into your college experience and this is already happening.

your mind does always seem to flash back to your friends and their stances whenever you do something you think they won't approve of.

but as of lately, you've been doing a lot more of those. especially when it involves someone named choi san.

"nhmmm..." you let out, when his tongue flicks at your clit.

san doesn't stutter even for a second, causing you to go into overdrive from the immense pleasure.

"shit..." the comment leaves you, coming out raspy breath.

his fingers dig into your thighs; all the feelings at the moment overwhelming for someone of your experience, suddenly at the edge and like you're going to combust.

but then, he stops... much to your disappointment.

you peep up, holding yourself down by the elbows to look at him with a frown on your lips while his are a little red and there's messy strands of hair falling over his forehead.

he sits on his knees poking the mattress and looks back with eyes just slightly dark.

"may i fuck you, beautiful?"

a clog plugs up your throat, but you manage to overcome it somehow. the thought scaring you a little, but you do want it.

"y-yes. please fuck me."

and as if he isn't already hard as a rock, he thinks such words leaving you like that only makes it so much worse.

"when you say it like that..." he mumbles, going to unbutton his pants. even with it on, you can see his erection. "it's so fucking sexy."

sexy... that's definitely one you've never heard before.

before he gets it off fully, his hand scrambles for something inside one of the pockets and keeps it in his hold. only until your sight is better adjusted on the item do you realize it's a condom.

his boxer and pants comes off as a pair, sliding down to his knees and kicked off somewhere on the floor--proceeding to tear the packaging with his teeth and that, too, goes with the rest of his clothes.

you watch as he sets the plastic over his size, all you can think about is if you're going to be able to take it.

"tell me if it hurts, okay?" he soothes, and the way it softens you up is not very fitting for the current scene.

you nod, letting your head fall back against the pillow, awaiting that stretching burn as you tighten your lips together.

and a burn it definitely is--as soon as the head of his cock enters, you're already squirming.

"you okay?" he asks, hands gripping your hips.

"y-you can keep going."

the sting is still apparent and naturally, your hands find his, clutching onto it as he opens you up.

"so fucking tight," he curses, just wanting to fuck into you already. but he knows better than anyone that patience does pay off in the end.

you're heavy breathing and gasping for air just a tiny bit when his entire length is in, you're honestly surprised you can even take it--though not exactly well.

"hugging my cock so well," he speaks so melodically, hands rubbing over your hips and you feel your walls clenching itself on him, loosening another curse under his breath.

"gonna fuck you now. gonna fuck you so good."

he starts by gliding in and out slowly, allowing for you to still adjust to the stretch as well as his pace. because once he starts really fucking, there's no going back.

you have your eyes squeezed shut, indulging in the commotion in between your legs that is both agonizing and fulfilling. when you feel you're ready for the next step--whatever that is, you urges him.

and san is very urgent.

his hips snapping into yours and fingernails now digging into your skin, the room is a nasty mix of sex, moans, and muffled weeping.

"s-san," you manage to get out amidst the desperate pounding, "i-it feels s-so good..." your voice thinning out into a whisper because he's hitting that spot so perfectly, your eyes can't stop rolling back.

"i know, baby. i know." he soothes your waist, at the same time using it as leverage to fuck into you even more. "and you're taking my cock so well."

and if sex is always this good, or at least feels this good when done right, you think it just might consume you.

his hands travel from your waist to your cheeks, cupping it and presses his body down to deliver a kiss, but still able to hold a rhythm as he never stops thrusting even for a bit.

it's the chosen position for the next couple of minutes; lips tangled and body intertwined with heavy pantings and groans filling the room, until a pit forms in your stomach and from how good he's fucking you, you're definitely going to come.

"g-gonna cum," you breathe through the kiss.

"cum, baby," he whispers, moving to your ear, "cum on my cock."

his lewd words are the breaking point, and you do. it's the second time you've ever cummed, and of course it's by choi san, the only person who's ever made you orgasm.

after the peak of his visit is over with, you both sit up, goal fixated on finding your clothes and hoping that your roommate doesn't happen to have a change of plan that sends her back early tonight.

"wait, san," you say, legs hanging off the side of the bed and staring at him while he's picking the pieces off the flooring.

"did you even get to cum...?" there's a hint of something in your voice; guilt maybe. that you were so hyperfocused on feeling so good under him, the fact that he also should be enjoying it as well flying over your head.

he smiles, a little endeared that you would care this much.

"way before you, beautiful. no need to worry."

your chest settles back in relief, which in turn makes san chuckles dryly.

your jeans and underwear sitting at the corner of yuna's bed on the floor catches your attention and you hop off, making way toward it.

he turns to you amid the process, pants still draping loose around his ankles and utters, “you should probably get cleaned up.”

you nod and start on the undergarment, having absolutely no idea how things like this usually works; what goes before or after, but since he suggested it, you’re thinking if he wants to do it together.

it’ll probably be overly suspicious; that’s if the smell speaks of anything, but the men’s and women’s bathrooms are separates and shouldn’t be of any problem.

your mouth only just slightly departs about to say something but he has you beat, gawking at you with something unreadable in his eyes and expression.

"i think i'm gonna go," he says, just finished with the last button of his pants.

"oh, did you have somewhere you gotta be?"

there's a quick silence before he really answers.

"yeah..."

you don't want to make it like he owes it to you to stay just because he fucked you. or maybe perhaps he does--you don't really know. you just know you don't want him to slip out of your grasp, and you're willing to do anything to keep holding on.

even if it goes against your heart's wishes.

"i'll see you then."

two seems to be the magic number for san.

it takes another two days to hear anything from him again, and though your chest sits uncomfortably tight at where exactly this 'relationship' is heading, you're really just glad to be hearing from him again.

you take a cab to his apartment and it starts and ends all the same as last time--with you under him and moaning his name, then him attempting to mend over it with some sweet words that doesn't do very much in terms of aiding because he's telling you he has to be somewhere and already, you're taking a cab back to the dorm.

and the day after when he calls you back isn't bound to end any different.

he's sitting at the end of the bed, back and broad shoulders facing you patting down the wrinkles on his pants.

there is something strange about you so willingly accepting of the fact that there's a big chance he's going to kick you out any second now; but you don't want it to be all the same.

a part of you even wishes today might be the day he'll also want to do something else together.

if everything is already predetermined, you want to be the one to change it. oh, so naive you are.

"san..." you say softly, still situated near the head of his bed.

"yeah?" he slightly turns and spare you a glance, all intrigued eyes.

three times... that's how many times you've already slept with him, but you realize that you still know almost absolutely nothing about him aside from the obvious givens that he's hot, in the same year as you, and is wooyoung's friend.

even his favorite color or food, you don't know.

"can you tell me something about yourself?"

he raises an eyebrow and looks as if he might've heard it wrong; his posture shifting toward you more as it goes on.

"like?"

"well, like what's your major, or favorite color or food. or even your birthday."

"why do you want to know?"

you almost want to gasp or at least look a little offended, because you're sure you deserve to know at the very least these basic things about him considering the extent of the 'relationship'.

"because i want to know more about you."

he sighs and you want to break on the spot because you never thought such a simple question would ever make someone so annoyed like the reaction he's giving you right now.

"even if i answer, it won't matter."

your lips turn just a smidge wobbly, talking through your shaken voice, "of course it matters. it matters if it's you."

the air goes silent after your response and you're wondering if regret or guilt is a common feeling when asking someone about themself.

"july 10th."

your eyes shoot back to him.

"huh?"

"my birthday is july 10th."

"oh…" is all you can say. you didn't even think he'd answer, given his initial reaction.

"yeah..."

you continue sitting on the bed in the air that's now turned unpleasant, observing his movements as he goes to pick something off from the floor--and it's your clothes.

he stretches an arm your direction with the items in his clutch and mumbles, "you should go."

and you do... but with something heavy sitting on your chest--one that's completely different from last time--one that will rob you of any joy for the rest of the day because it's just the littlest kind of painful.

entry #4

i like san, i really do. and when you get that close to that level of intimacy, i think it's only natural you'd get curious about the other person. but it's like he doesn't want to open up, and i don't really know how to feel about that...

next // series m.list

#ateez angst #san x reader #choi san angst #choi san x reader #ateez series #san smut #san angst #fic: broken

[ruthlesslistener]

Oohhh I get it now. But tbh if I'm going to be honest, at least proshippers hide their stuff away in their respective dark areas/behind safe walls and even tag and warn people about the dark content they make. Antis dont, they just invade places and engage in the said dark content just to get mad at it. At least from my own experiences from them. Idk I just see most proshippers as responsible in managing what they make, while antis don't. I actually got a taste of dark content from antis myself as a kid, in a lot of callouts made by antis lololol. And not because the proshipper were demanding their content be known. Its been like that even now actually, where dark content gets shoved in people's faces purely because an anti is trying to act like a hero. Though this is just my experience with them.

Another thing if you wouldn't mind, is that while it's true that dark content can lead to a lot of things in real life. I personally see that it has to be allowed to exist, because dark content shows the dark realities of life and that we shouldn't just leave it/ignore it. I seen victims of abuse for example, who had their experiences validated from reading dark content/about their abuse in stories. Or like the fact that a certain famous entertainment company doesnt want to show blood in their content because of "violence" in shows where kids and adults are watching, where some have pointed out that not showing even a small proportions of what violence can do (blood) will lead to a very naive understanding of the consequences of violence. Shocking because this is a western company, and the TV show in question involves guns and... you get the idea. Don't get me started on censorship and how that can get out of hand so easily.

I don't think I'm explaining this well but yeh. Dark content is needed and should be allowed to exist in my personal views, but should still be allowed to exist behind close doors and away from people who don't want to see it. You can delete this ask if it makes you uncomfortable, I'm just trying to put my two cents into this convo. But yeh, I prefer to live in a world where dark content exists and not one where its nothing but "wholesome" and "pure".

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[Tone: calm and neutral]

Oh no yeah I agree with you 100%, this is my exact stance on things and is a mirror to most of my experiences- hell, I like exclusively dark content and part of the reason for that is bc I came from a psychologically/emotionally (and sometimes physically) where 'we're all just a big happy family and you're ruining it you little freak' was a big problem. Stuff that's just pure and wholesome actually makes me feel uneasy and on edge all the time because I always feel like the other shoe is about to drop, while horror is comforting because I can read the situation and know what's happening. Part of the issue in my household also stems from the fact that my dad has an issue with differentiating fiction and reality (he suffers from untreated ocd and paranoia and a whole slew of other issues), and he used to blame the stuff I was reading for making me 'disrespectful' and 'cold' whenever I dared to have a negative emotion- hence me just seeking out more and more fucked up shit so that I could vent my anger without getting cussed out (though it also was bc I wasn't allowed to watch anything over a G rating til I was fucking. 16.). Without going into more detail, he used extremely similar tactics to antis and that's why I have such a strongly negative response to them, discounting all of the times where I had nasty run-ins with them. I very much hate all of them and it is because I had to deal with people like them my whole life. It wasn't fun.

I have very few actual squicks, and if I'm in a curious mood I'll also read stuff even if it disgusts me- and hell, sometimes their are exceptions. Captive Prince is a series I'm very fond of full of rape, csa, incest, and psychological abuse, but the reason why I love it despite the content is because it is a very compelling story about how horrible all that abuse is and how deeply fucked up it can make a person, as well as how awful the victim can seem when your pov is being manipulated by the abuser. The problem I have isn't content-based as much as it is the people, and, to the lesser extent, the tone of some of what they make.

See, what soured me on proshippers aren't people who are quietly making darker content and posting/tagging it properly (those are just normal writers and artists imo), I'm talking those who proudly proclaim themselves as proship, aka the vocal few balls deep in The Discourse who make it their whole personality trait. They're mostly centered to Twitter rather than Tumblr nowadays, but the problem with said vocal minority is that they are. Well. Extremely fucking annoying, entitled, tone-deaf, and just overall awful people. Almost everyone who proudly flaunts that they're proship is so balls-deep in the discourse that they feel personally victimized by anyone who shows any negative reaction to the gross shit they're into bc that automatically means they're a puritan, when sometimes it really is just an expression of disgust. Twitter proshippers are a whole different breed than Tumblr ones after the porn ban, but unfortunatly I keep getting their arguments shown to me when I'm on the site scrolling for furry porn and its...bad. It's real fucking bad. Not as bad as antis half the time but certainly not much better in how they treat people and their personal boundaries.

It's also the people who will take content that's pretty fucked up and spins it through a fandom lens that also gets me, though most of the time I just block and move on with a bad taste in my mouth instead of getting actually angry. And by 'fandom lens', I mean people who will take a rape/abuse/etc situation and then go 'oh but what if they're a couple with only a few pokes at the fucked up elements in canon. Ex, some (admittedly few, but they exist) people ship Mohg and Miquella as a reciprocal pairing despite it being a kidnapping and nonconsensual body modification incest-for-power situation, and that just...it feels so wrong. It's just so shallow and such a bad take read on a complex situation that I cannot stand it, it makes me want to run the opposite way. I have zero authority to force people to not do things ofc, I'm not a fucking cop, but those people give me the vibe of someone who'd not help you out with an abusive partner because 'oh but his posessiveness and controlling nature is just so cute, and he clearly loves you so its okay!' and that rings the alarm bells of someone that I do NOT want to be around even if it logically means nothing.

Does that make sense? It's a convoluted mess, but I hope I made it more clear that it's not so much the content that bothers me as much as it is the people and how they use it.

#knittingworm #ex the people i thought were proshippers in my askbox were the ones who kept arguing over ethics even when i said i was uncomdortable #thats the sort of 'no boundary respect only argue' thing that upsets me not rlly what people are into #its very much how people treat other people that bothers me about the Disc Horse #reply

[candiid-caniine]

Bug, I need advice

I want to ask my master to start using it pronouns for me (not for gender reasons- I'm staunchly they/them- but BC I'm pathetic and don't deserve anything else). I want to show him that I'm nothing more than his pathetic toy.

...but I don't want to just ask him. That would be too easy- to put it into conversation like I'm a person. I don't deserve that.

So what can I do to ask him? What show should I put on to make him stop respecting me? I want to be degraded and sobbing and a desperate leaky mess for him when I ask but I can't think of anything 😭

Assume nothing is off the table. Edging covered in drool, licking the toilet, anything.

Help,,

Thank you bug. Us leaky cunts gotta stick together.

arf this is a tough one!! obviously you know your master, but just in case it hasn't come to mind, remember that for some people this may feel like misgendering or orientation play, so it's always best to gauge your partner's limits first. (this warning isn't necessarily for you, bc i trust that this is a committed relationship w good communication, but for anyone else interested in something like this!)

here's what i would do. think of the thing that makes you cry. humiliation? pain? edging? whatever it is, think about that. for me, it's easier if i'm put into subspace slowly before whatever makes me cry is starting; i'm more open and emotional that way.

ask your master to plan a scene for you. you're basically asking him to break you, possibly in a way he never has before, so please please take advantage of his care for you--make sure you'll have ample time and supplies for any aftercare you might need; this is gonna be a tough scene, a show of devotion and ownership that is going to be intense. tell him that at some point during this scene, you're going to give him a gift somehow.

what i would do if i was doing this (pls bear in mind im a dumb fuck): i'd write it down. maybe on a piece of paper. maybe on a dog tag to attach to my collar. or go fucking crazy and have a plaque made, or a custom paddle, or cross-stitch some shit...make it unique, but tangible. here are some ideas for how i would say it:

pathetic toys don't deserve pronouns (and on the back it says "it/its")

congrats! it's an it! (im trying to riff on cringey cishet 'gender reveals' but idk if its working lmaooo)

fleshlights don't have pronouns (this prob only works if ur a bottom and he's a top so disregard if needed lmao)

dildos don't have pronouns (if ur the top and he's the bottom)

certified object (TM) (and on the back it says "it/its")

sex toy (and on the back it says "it/its")

if i was a toy 👀and u were a real person 👀would u respect me 👀or nah? (check yes or nah) and if u checked nah 👀would u maybe 👉🏽👈🏽 call me it/its? 👀 haha jk,, unless....?

omg or,, one of those like fake certificates? or a deed of property?

Here on this 14th of February, 2024, by Notarized Declaration, has been bequeathed to You, the Undersigned, a certification: that [sub's name] has been deemed a Material Object, pursuant to Code 98.706 of the Consensual Dehumanization Act, and shall hereby be referred to by "it/its" pronouns throughout any Proceedings of Consensual Power Exchange (PCPA). (Initial)___ I, the Undersigned, hereby agree to this Declaration and the Conditions elaborated herein...

did yall think i was joking about being a clownpuppy

anyway. whenever you've figured that shit out, be it a plaque, a fake contract, a dog tag, whatever the fuck, hide that shit. whatever your master has planned for the evening, incorporate it.

is he gonna tie you up and put you in a suspension rig and pretend he's livestreaming you? hide that shit in his ropes.

is he gonna make you hump his shoe and bark? hide it in ur mouth and drool it out onto his thigh.

is he gonna edge you and call you names until you cry? fam, put that shit in your holes. that is the ultimate objectification (to me): be the vase you hide your v-day roses in.

so that's my advice, basically. if you don't want to ask outright like a person, then symbolize it in your play. it's still communication, which is vital for a scene that's gonna be as intense as you want it to be, but it also fits the theme of what you're trying to tell him. come up with a basic plan for the night, then place your declaration somewhere accessible either by you or him when you hit the point in the night that you want to reveal it.

i'm so excited for you. idk if i really helped, this is just *my* style of play (read: stupidtown to the max), but regardless i'd love to hear how it goes, whatever you end up deciding!

#tw: dehumanization #advice #asks #denial #h/d

[wyvernquill]

I only know about Anastasia through the wiki plot summary, but the parts you've posted so far of the Sandman Anastasia AU makes me excited to read more.

Read the part with the Hob and Dream interaction on the staircase and. The Angst. The potential future angst when Dream finds out what reward Hob actually asked for (assuming that's in line with the movie?) and he runs through this exact conversation in his head again! With those last words he spoke to Hob playing on repeat.

An evil part of me wants Hob to die in his efforts tying up loose ends (but succeeding) and for Dream to find out everything when it's too late to change anything. Maybe shortly after Hob's death. Or perhaps he isolates himself from the world and shows up at the inn 100 years later only to then find out the truth. Dream can never make amends and never gets closure. He settles further inside himself, putting up more walls between himself and the world. Or this is his tipping point.

Maybe Hob leaves behind a letter for him, apologizing to Dream asking not for his forgiveness but wishing him well and hoping that everything is good now that he's back to who he was. That he's happy.

Or, Hob does succeed and survive, and lives out his full life. But still dies before the 100th year meeting, that Dream shows up to.

Don't know the extent of Dream's power in the AU, if there's the Dreaming, if he can feel when a dreamer dies or not enter the Dreaming anymore. Bc in either scenario, what if he decides to never contact Hob again, but he feels Hob's death (bc he can't help but to keep tabs on Hob, despite everything), when, since Hob got his reward, !shouldn't! happen? And that's how he finds out.

BUT while that sounds tempting I'd really rather have the Angst train and the Happy Ending.

Thanks for reading my ramblings!

(Anastasia AU masterpost here!)

Thank YOU for sharing them, I enjoyed them very much! :3c

I'm very dedicated to happy endings, so don't worry, there'll be no great final tragedy... HOWEVER, I did feel tempted to write a sad little something, so I'll juuuuuust put that under the cut here....

(This is NOT CANON to the Anastasia AU - think of it as a hypothetical Bad Ending nightmare at most! Also, warning for major character death, of course.)

(I guess I'll still tag @10moonymhrivertam @martybaker @globglobglobglobob @anonymoustitans and @sunshines-fabulous-legs even though it's not technically canon to the AU...)

A hundred years pass in a blink.

Dream is busy, oh yes, very busy indeed, gathering his surviving dreams and nightmares together, carving out a tiny, miserable approximation of what was once his realm to house them. The New Dreaming is not what it once was, but it is enough - and where it is not, he works harder.

(If he is busy, then there is no opportunity to think of a time where he was once humans, with human needs and wants and loves. He can banish those memories from his mind, push them under layers and layers of plans and tasks, and feel his heart grow only ever so slightly heavier with it.)

His siblings are as busy as him, all trying desperately to recover scraps of their former strength. Sometimes, he helps them if he can, other times he is simply there to lean on and to hold them if he can't.

In those hundred years, Destiny wept - once, only once, but that was already more than Dream should ever have thought possible - in front of him, Desire screamed and howled and heaped verbal abuse on him in their frustration far more frequently, and Delirium clung to him as her physical form wavered and scattered like iridescent oil on a puddle. She slipped through his arms whenever he tried to hold her in return, and that was, perhaps, the worst of it.

No word of Destruction, Despair quiet and reclusive... and Death oh so tired. The humans now walk to The Sunless Lands without her, often refuse her hand if she tries. Dream can tell how it breaks her heart, and how carefully she hides it for her siblings' comfort.

It's a difficult century for them all.

But some things get better.

They heal. They grow. They recover. Humanity loses grip of their hatred, forgets about what they once did to the Endless, or why. It will take many more centuries, perhaps millenia, to undo all the harm that has been done - but be undone it will, that much is clear even after just one hundred years.

They have hope, still and always; and they have each other, and the truly endless love they each feel for their siblings. Dream is no longer lost and alone in the cold and the snow, as he once was as Murphy. He belongs now, something he has always yearned for, and it is a precious thing indeed.

But still he-

Sometimes, he-

(Hob Gadling and his smiles, Hob Gadling and the warmth of his hands, Hob Gadling and his ever-laughing mouth.

Hob Gadling asking 'would you come' in a voice too small and afraid for him, and the tears in his eyes at Dream's response.

He remembers these, sometimes, and wishes he didn't.)

A hundred years have passed by, and something in Dream has... it has softened. Gentled. Murphy, that frightened, furious, heartbroken man, or what remains of him in Dream of the Endless - he has healed, too.

He is beginning to regret his harsh refusal, now.

Is beginning to miss Hob.

Is considering, perhaps, to forgive him, even.

(The Corinthian has never bothered Dream again, has never wreaked havoc among the humans. Hob has succeeded admirably in his task, it seems... and perhaps this is something Dream should have recalled, in his aching fury: people are almost always better than one thinks they are.)

The hundredth anniversary of their final meeting on the stairs draws near...

And on an impulse, on the centennial of that fateful day, Dream calls Matthew to him, and slips out of their safe haven in silence, telling none of his siblings where he is bound - though he suspects, from Destiny quietly watching him leave, that one at least knows.

He treads carefully in the Waking, in the human world, but few care to notice him. The Endless are a fairytale, a horror story. A hundred years have washed the truth out of the tale, and there is none of that sharp suspicion in the humans' eyes he recalls from his journey as Murphy.

He is in London in an instant, at the park where he used to feed the birds and steal purses from passersby. Down the street then, to the White Horse inn, and-

And-

The White Horse is gone.

A ruin stands in its place, closed down. The merciless grind of the gears of time have not spared it, clearly.

Dream is, briefly, at a loss. They have not specified another meeting place, and with his diminished powers it is... difficult, even for one such as him, to find a singular human - only more so if that human is immortal, and surely working hard to remain undetected. How will he-

"So you have come," says a voice behind him, and for a moment Dream's not-heart is beating in his throat, and he turns, relief sparking in his chest, the name Hob on his lips like a sigh...

"...sir," Gilbert finishes, standing there alone, and Dream's heart plummets again.

(Gilbert had taken his leave, after the whole affair, had begged permission to remain in the Waking - and Dream had granted it. Gilbert had been such a painful reminder of a time when he's been both at his most miserable and at his happiest, and sending him away had been... easier, then.)

"Fiddler's Green." Dream inclines his head. "My greetings."

"Gilbert. If it please your majesty." Gilbert corrects quietly. He looks sombre, and tired, a far cry from the curiosity and easy cheer of their journey oh-so-long ago. "May I beg a moment of your time?"

"...I was intending to meet..." Dream gestures vaguely to the White Horse, unable to say the words. Say the name. "Do you, perhaps, know..."

"Yes. Yes, sir. I know who you have come to meet." Gilbert blinks a few times, very quickly. Looks down at his hands followed over the tip of his cane. "Please, follow me. I know a place where we can sit and talk."

Dream hesitates, glancing back at the ruins of the inn - what if Hob should arrive in the meantime? - but then reminds himself how close Hob and Gilbert were, once upon a time. Gilbert would not lead him away if not for good reasons.

Quietly, nervously, he follows.

Gilbert brings him to another pub a few streets down, named The New Inn. A sweet, pleasant place, gentle and warm the way Fiddler's Green once used to be - he spends much time here, Dream can instantly tell.

(His eyes search each table for a familiar face. But he finds none.)

They sit, and Gilbert folds his hands, wrings them nervously, before finally pulling a well-aged envelope from his coat.

"This was given to me many years ago by... our mutual friend." He begins, haltingly. There is something achingly sad, something hushed, in the exhausted slump of his shoulders. "He begged a promise from me, that I would be here, on this day, every hundred years, and give it to you, my Lord, if you ever... he instructed me, in confidence, not to suspect you 'ere half a millennium has passed - you have rather defied his pessimistic expectations."

A smile, then... but tears, the dewdrops on flowers in the morning, gathering in the corners of Gilbert's eyes. Fear gripped Dream's heart, and would not release it.

"Dear Robert. And yet, he never doubted that you would, one day, appear. Such faith he had in you."

"Had?" Dream chokes around the word. On his shoulder, Matthew grows uneasy.

"Read the letter, my Lord." Gilbert's smile is gentle as well as sad, as he pushes the letter across the table. "And you shall know all he wanted you to know."

There is a name on the envelope, Dream of the Endless written in Hob's scrawl, still familiar after so many years - and then, (Murphy) underneath it.

Dream dreads what he will find in this letter - but he opens it with shaking fingers, and begins to read, nonetheless.

My Honoured Lord, Dream of the Endless etc. etc. (My dearest Murphy)

It is my fond and foolish hope that this letter finds you well, and that you have since grown to forgive poor, lowly Hob Gadling - who was ever your friend, if you can bring yourself to believe it. (Perhaps you cannot. I wouldn't blame you. But know that, from the moment I first saw you, I cared for you, and never wished you harm. Hate me for the deception, hate me for my greed - but do not think I did not truly love you. Because I did, Murphy, Dream, whichever name you now prefer. I did.) I've asked Gil to hand you this letter if you ever come to the White Horse. Please don't be cross with him, he fought me on this every step of the way, and even now I am not sure if I have sworn him to secrecy firmly enough. If he's blabbed to you, be happy, his loyalty to you has won out over my pleas, which I do not blame him for at all - and if he hasn't. Well. Thank him for me, will you? He's been a true friend to me, always, and I... appreciate his fealty. Now, the most important thing I have to tell you: I refused your sister's reward. Yes, I know. I'm a fool. After all I did for it, too. But you were right. I didn't deserve it, I was a greedy, manipulative bastard... ...and I was in love with you, of course, and couldn't bear the thought of spending an immortal life being hated by you. (Forgive her, too, for not telling you, please. All on my request, not her fault.) I don't know why exactly I refused, in the end. I was trying to prove something, maybe. To me, to you - it hardly matters. Not anymore, at least. I'm going to see if I can't give our pursuer hell, and that'll likely... not end well for me. But even if I am fortunate enough to survive that encounter, I doubt I'll live to the ripe old age of 130-something, so... I'm sorry I couldn't make our appointment, my friend, my love - and after I was the one to suggest it, too. Unfair of me, perhaps... but at least you'll have this letter, and all I wanted still to tell you. If I died, if I am dead now, you must know that I died happy. You are with your family again, you've returned to your true self, and I could help you achieve that. This time, I could help, and I'm so glad. I love you. Foolish, of a mortal, to love an Endless, but there it is. I loved you as Murphy, and I love you still as Dream, and I am happy to know the one I love safe and free and - I hope, I pray - content and living a life of joy. Be well, Dream of the Endless. Think of me, now and then, if you can bear it - and recall, perhaps, that even low and greedy humans may show themselves to be better than you'd think at first. I love you. Forgive me. And farewell forever. Yours, always, always yours, Hob Gadling

A wet splash as a tear drops onto the letter, old ink running slightly under it; and then another, before Gilbert's gentle hands pull the paper to safety.

Dream sits there for hours, crying like a child, like a human, mourning, regretting...

...and admitting, at last, that he loved Hob, and loves Hob still, even now, when it is far too late for love to change any of it.

He would turn back time if he could, beg his father on his knees for the chance to undo this - but he does not have power enough to even ask, and knows he will be denied either way. He has lost Hob; has lost him to anger and jilted feelings, to secrets and unspoken words. To the Corinthian's dagger, or the tooth of time.

He has lost Hob, and his heart with him.

Gilbert and Matthew bring him home, eventually. His siblings comfort him silently, aching in empathy of his grief.

A century has passed, and soon another will start, and pass, and be gone, over and over and over. Life is rich, and goes on forevermore... only without one never-truly-immortal in it.

And Dream will forever remember Hob Gadling, will think of him at every judgement he passes over a mortal life, at every burst of fury in his chest. Will think of kindness, of forgiveness, of friendship.

And, forever and always, of love.

#WyAnswers #WyWrites #dreamling #anastasia dreamling au #but this is NOT CANON #i just really felt like writing tragedy and angst i guess #please imagine dream waking up after this and it's just a bad nightmare that's already fading from his memory #or hob managed to defeat the corinthian and death ended up giving him immortality anyway #he just didn't manage to tell gilbert #and forgot the right date #so he bursts into the new inn later like wAIT I'M NOT DEAD THE LETTER IS A LIE #and dream eventually ends up crying into his shoulder #and ordering hob to never frighten him like that again #there fixed it in the tags #anyway thank you for the ask anon! #it clearly unlocked something in me #tw major character death #so unlike me to write mcd but here we are

[angelst4re]

we need more and more of belle and charlie and daddy jamie and mommy reader content from u

why not a vogue makeup routine with reader with the twins being 3/4 years old and them taking over the video bc they want their mom to play with them then they want her to hold them then they want to play then they want to know who’s mommy is talking to ?? belle and charlie ends up being with their mom next to her bc she took this kid stand up security chair and they’re just so smart and educated and eloquent for their young age ;pppp

it’s ends up being a mess but the video is just so authentic and raw and it takes all over the internet and every mom finally applause a realistic vogue video with reader being completely honest about her baby blues, her sketch marks, her new mom body, and everyone compliments how jamie and her are so great parents etc….

Hi love!! I just found this in my drafts so I thought I'd post it cos i really liked the idea, I don't know if it's any good as I haven't proof read it, but i hope you like it!! <3

Beauty Secrets with Y/n Bower- Dad Jamie x reader

warnings: none :D

note: its been 3 days. and my posts still aren't showing up in tags. :(

You stood in the bathroom, your phone propped up in the window as you talked through your current makeup and skincare routine when suddenly the twins came running in. 

“Mummy! Who are you talking to?” Belle asks, holding your arm as she jumps, trying to get in the video. 

“Nobody, darling, I’m making a video for work! I thought daddy was looking after you?”

“He was but we ran away!” Charlie giggled. 

You sigh, apologising to the camera as you pick up your daughter. 

“See, no one’s there.” You tell her, rolling your eyes playfully as you put her back down on the floor and carry on talking through your makeup routine. 

You finally decide to give in and let your children play in the room with you. As you explain your makeup products you use, your children sit and watch you, telling you how pretty you look and how you don’t need makeup because that’s what Jamie tells you. 

“Charlie? Belle?” Jamie calls out from another room. The twins start giggling and decide to hide, “darling, have you seen- There you are!” Jamie exclaims, spotting Charlie, tickling him as he picks him up, “now where’s your sister?”

“She’s over there!” Charlie points and Belle starts giggling again. 

“Charlie!” Belle whines. 

“C’mon, you two, mummy’s got something important to do.” 

“Oh, I said it was okay if they wanted to stay in here,” you tell Jamie. 

“But we were making cakes! It’s time to decorate them now!”

“I’ll decorate them!” Charlie’s eyes light up. 

“And I’ll stay with mummy,” Belle says, standing by your side.  

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“Y/n?” Asks Jamie, you were both sitting up in bed after finally getting the twins to sleep.

“Yeah?” You reply with a yawn, struggling to keep your eyes open. 

“You do know you’ve gone viral with that video you made the other day for Vogue?” 

Suddenly, you were wide awake. 

“What?! Really?” 

“Yeah, look,” Jamie hands his phone over to you. 

Y/n Bower on her skincare and makeup routine, opens up about stretch marks, baby blues and loving her new body, helps new mothers all over the world. 

“Oh my- no way!!” You gasp, handing Jamie’s phone back. 

“Did you read the bit underneath?” 

“No, what does it say?” 

“Y/n and Jamie Campbell Bower have been praised by people all over the world, basically they’re telling us we’re great parents,” Jamie smiles, putting his phone down and snuggling up next to you. 

“But our house is always a mess! There’s toys everywhere and-”

“Y/n, that’s what they’re praising you for. For being so open about it all, love. And it’s true, the twins couldn’t have had a better mummy in a million years,” Jamie says, kissing your forehead.