#hm I’m realizing I’ve never actually written anything for him

[coolshadowtwins]

I love the ways fanfiction gets around the problem of nicknames.

In canon, Zhou Zishu introduces himself under a fake name, Zhou Xu, so Wen Kexing calls him A-Xu for the rest of the series, even after learning that not actually his name. There’s so many Word Of Honor fanfics where it wouldn’t make sense for Zhou Zishu to use a fake name tho- be it a modern au, or just an au where he has nothing to hide- and then the author has to figure out what WKX is calling him now. A-Shu? It’s said the same, but does it work when you read it? Or do you make up a reason for the nickname?

There was one fanfic that I can’t remember anything else about where ZZS introduces himself with his actual name, and WKX is just like, “Hm…. I hear you, I do. But you’re so bendy that you remind me of catkins, so I’m just going to call you A-Xu!” (Xu is written with the character for catkins, for reference)

And don’t get me started with SVSSS lol. Every story where SY isn’t SQQ for whatever reason gets it’s own justification of why Binghe calls him Shizun. Off the top of my head, these range from “You have taught me so much more than my actual Shizun(SJ)” and “Wow, you taught me two (2) facts, and I think you’re neat. Shizun it is!”

And then there’s the modern ones where Shizun absolutely doesn’t make sense, since I’m pretty sure it’s an older term. A lot of fics get around this by having Binghe call him “laoshi”, meaning teacher, while some of them just go, “Yeah, Binghe just decided one day that SY is Shizun, even though they are the same age in this au, and no one is able to get him to stop”.

As I write these out, I’m realizing that most of the Shizun problem is apparently just solved by Binghe deciding, “Hm… That one is Shizun shaped.”

In the same vein, Shang Qinghua calling MBJ “My King”, even in modern aus. Because what else would he call him??? His name???? Never. This one is funny, because unless MBJ is still royalty somehow, the authors I’ve read never addressed this. SQH just shows up one chapter, calling this random guy he may or may not be dating “My King”, and then leaving SY to his own devices with no explanation lol

Lesser issue is shixiong and Shidi. Mostly YQY? Because what should he call SJ other than Shen-Shidi, or Qingqiu-Shidi, when SJ inevitably yells at him for being called Xiao Jiu? This one does come up less, because of most modern aus I’ve read focused on Bingqiu, and so Qijiu were having a much better time than canon in the background, if they were even brought up lol

What are your stories about nicknames in fanfic lol

#svsss #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #shen jiu #luo binghe #yue qingyuan #shang qinghua #mobei jun #word of honor #zhou zishu #wen kexing #fanfic

[lliminall]

*crawls in here* do you .. have any thoughts on yan Phinks.. any general headcanons or anything of the sort 😶‍🌫️

oh phinks. in my head he is so whipped for his darling. thinks they’re just the neatest thing and kind of wonders if they’re maybe out of his league, which is part of the reason I imagine he goes yandere for them to begin with. can’t have them finding someone better and realizing they could raise their standards after all, lmao. he is like a sopping wet towel to me

@isaut put me onto the idea of him and yung gravy being sort of alike, so now I always think of him as dollar store yung gravy. he’d like to believe he’s the type to fuck milfs and ooze this suave, machismo kind of charm. slaying all the ladies but can’t be tied down to any of them. he’s not, but this becomes especially apparent when darling comes along and suddenly he’s tripping over himself for slivers of their attention.

in my mind it’s almost comical, because he’s not some sweetheart or even particularly endearing. he’s just like. this scowling, intimidating presence following you around trying to be boyfriend material. and he really does try. takes you out on dates (and doesn’t notice how nervous you are when he offers to choke slam some poor fool who spilt their drink on you), brings you food, buys you shit. in his head the “good boyfriend” formula is a simple one to follow: be man, provide for partner, beat shit out of anyone who threaten them :) he’s a protector and a provider! what more could you want lmao

his desperation for your approval could be cute — if you weren’t so aware that there’s just something wrong with him, and that he doesn’t seem to know how to hide it

#hm I’m realizing I’ve never actually written anything for him #even though he’s one of my faves #perhaps I will read a fuck ton of phinks fics tonight and see what inspiration strikes #phinks x reader #yandere phinks x reader #hxh.ll #phinks.ll #asks.ll

[perfumejamal]

friendly competition (m.l + h.l)

pairing: bf!mark lee x f!reader x haechan, (a bit of mark x haechan )

genre: smut w barely any plot !

warnings: slight mxm and mxf, blowjobs, spitting, gagging, oral, creampie, threesomes, haechan is dirtyyy, can this count as cheating? idk, i didn’t mention protection BUT stay safe y’all, mark is the bf and haechan is his bsf

a/n: hi yall… this was originally written as an aot fanfic but i rewrote it to be a mark and haechan fic instead! this is based off an audio i’ve heard, you can listen go it here(wear headphones)! hope you guys enjoy!!

+ special tag: @isseoisseo

your boyfriend was the cutest guy ever. you met him at a random party your friend had dragged you to. usually you didn’t go further than maybe a hook up, but mark was different. he was a sweetheart, and you couldn’t let such a good guy get away.

after being together for a few weeks, you realized just how close he was to his best friend and roommate, haechan. it didn’t bother you, but sometimes it’d make you feel awkward. there’d be times when you were trying to be alone with him, but somehow haechan would always be there. you thought of talking to mark about it, but went against it. instead you started bringing your best friend along as well, to lessen the awkwardness.

this weekend however, was different. she was on her way to a family gathering, and you couldn’t do anything to stop it. so here you are in your boyfriend’s apartment, with his boyfriend.

the three of you sat in the dimly lit room, illuminated by the flat screen television in their spacious living room. you snuggled up close to each other on one end, while haechan sat on the other end. you guys were watching a random movie on netflix, girls trip.

you had never watched it but it was very entertaining. the three of you had your eyes glued to the screen. you looked over at haechan who occasionally glanced towards you and mark.

you quickly looked back at the large screen when they started talking about blowjobs. one of the girls in the movie started performing a blowjob on a banana using a grapefruit.

you weren’t shy to sex scenes in movies or shows, but this one made you blush slightly. you knew it made mark feel some type of way as well since he kept shifting in his spot.

you smirked at him, “don’t you think i give the best blowjobs?” you whispered to him forgetting haechan was also next to you guys. mark nods immediately, his cheeks turning red. as you continued teasing him haechan started giggling.

you roll your eyes, “what’s so funny, haechan?” you weren’t actually mad, but you were confused as to what he was laughing about.

“oh nothing,” he chuckles.

“you think it’s funny that i give the best blowjobs?” you ask looking over to him.

“i do think it’s funny,” he starts. “well, i think it’s funny because i’m very, very confident in my oral sex skills.” you roll your eyes again. “not just on women,” he adds making your boyfriend’s ears perk up in anticipation.

“i’m more skilled than you,” you flash him your sweet smile.

“is that right?” haechan asks, a smile plastered across his face. he turned to mark, who was red and in shock at your argument. “does she?” he asks. “does she give the best blowjobs?” he asks once more, making sure to specify what his question was.

haechan continues to laugh, knowing that mark will say yes… if he’s smart. mark let out a low whisper of an answer, “yes she does,”

“see i win,” you stick up your middle finger to haechan earning an amused look from him.

“hm, i don’t know. i bet i can give a better blowjob than you,” he started again. “i just get the feeling,” he laughs. “i’m sure you’re good, i just know i can do better. how about we test it out?”

you give him a questioning look, “what are you trying to say?”

“i mean, your boyfriend knows how you suck him off. how about we let him judge, let me suck him off,” haechan says without budging and your jaw drops. he wants to suck mark’s dick?

you never thought about haechan wanting to do that to your boyfriend, but maybe that’s why he’s so close to him? or maybe he’s just very competitive… like you.

mark is very intrigued seeing this scene playing out in front of him. “oh you’re so on, lee.” you shifted your attention over to mark, “is this okay with you babe?”

marks burries his face into his hands in embarrassment. “y-yes,”

haechan gets up from his side of the couch, quickly scurrying towards mark. dropping down to his knees stopping right in front of his lap.

“be ready to lose, y/n.” haechan says with a smirk on his face, soft hair held back in a messy bun.

you scoff, “yeah sure,” kneeling next to haechan giving him enough space to get to work.

haechan chuckles again before pulling at the hem of your boyfriend’s sweatpants. your boyfriend’s dick seemed to already be hardening, i mean how could it not with such a beautiful sight. his best friend and girlfriend kneeling between his legs, competing to see who could do him better.

mark’s dick sprung up hitting his abdomen and he let out a sweet moan. haechan placed his pretty hands around it, “i knew you had a pretty dick, but damn is this a hot sight.” he said, making your boyfriend whimper. precum leaking from his rosy tip, seeing this just made you even more turned on than before.

haechan put his mouth around the tip, swirling his tongue around it. “fuck,” mark let out a dragged out moan. the whimpers your boyfriend kept letting out just worked haechan up even more, causing him to take him into his mouth whole, inch by inch.

your fingers traveled down between your legs, sneaking into your pajama shorts. your boyfriend’s moans always drive you to the edge.

haechan noticed and moaned into mark’s dick, the vibrations making him go crazy. haechan kept bobbing his head up and down mark’s length, spreading all his saliva on it making a mess. he let mark’s tip rest on the back of his throat. he used his hand to fondle with his balls, making mark’s head throw back and eyes roll.

haechan slipped mark’s cock out of his mouth and used his hands to continue with the pleasure. “i hope you’re taking notes, y/n,” he said as he continued to stroke mark but was making eye contact with you.

you were opening your mouth to reply with a rebuttal, but your body betrayed you and you let out a loud moan. “fuck, shut up, haechan.”

he smiled to you before turning back to put his mouth around mark’s pretty cock, gagging to add to the pleasure. he knew mark was about to come undone, like never before. “you gonna come for me, mark?” he asks batting his eyelashes up at mark.

“mhm, fuck, fuck, haechan you’re doing me so fu-fucking good, shit,” haechan smiled at the praise coming from his best friend’s mouth.

“i want that fucking come down my throat,” haechan said as he stroked his dick faster, before lowering his head once again. he keep moaning mhm’s down mark’s dick. “i can feel you getting close,”

“you like that? like when i suck your dick and play with your balls?” mark cried out broken moan as haechan fiddled with his sensitive balls, “f-fuck haechan, fuck!” mark thrusted his dick into haechan’s mouth, making him gag around it. he came, mark came hard. his moans were echoing around the who apartment. his thrusts slowed down as he spilled into haechan’s mouth.

haechan took every single last drop into his mouth, moaned as he stroked for every last bit of it. swallowing it with a smile on his face, sticking out his tongue to show he rid of it all.

haechan chuckled as he looked at both of you, mark’s head thrown aback with a fucked out look, and you sat there surprised at his skills. “what’s the matter y/n? cat got your tongue?”

“i’ve never seen mark like this after my blowjobs,” you looked at mark then haechan when you said this. noticing that his shorts has wet patches and his dick imprinting against the soft fabric. “hae, you got hard?”

mark chuckled from the couch still mind blown at what just happened. “how could i not be? this shit was hot.”

your face flushed, and crawled over to eren. your hands playing with his waistband. “hae, lemme test out my skills on you, yeah?” you asked looking up to meet his eyes. he nodded nervously eyes looking up at mark then down to your own.

you got into all fours, lowering your head to his lap taking off his shorts and underwear. leaving him only with a white t-shirt, that exposed his soft muscles.

your hands worked their way around his hard cock, spitting on it, mixing his precum with it to make it easier for your hands to work around it. he was giving you filthy looks as a moan escapes his pretty mouth.

mark got up from the couch and walked behind you. lowering down to your ass which was in the air, moving side to side as you bobbed your head along haechan’s length.

mark’s veiny hands worked around your ass, delivering a sharp smack on your cheek making you choke on haechan’s dick. mark chuckled at your reaction as his hands moved between your legs, using the slick of your folds to rub up against you.

you were moaning against haechan’s making his hands travel to your cheek, wiping the tears falling from your watery eyes. “fuck, y/n, if you keep making that face,” haechan started. “you gonna make me fuck your pretty face,”

mark looked over to haechan as his fingers entered your tight cunt, “i think she want you to, haechan, her pussy is tightening around me.”

haechan chuckled, “y/n is that true? you want me to fuck your pretty face, huh?” you nodded your head eagerly, and haechan wasted no time to start thrusting into your face roughly.

“fuck, y/n,” mark and haechan both let out loud moans. mark slid his dick into your pussy, you swallowed him whole.

mark’s hands held onto your hips and he bucked his own into yours. “shit, i’m close y/n,” haechan moaned his voice breaking out from the immense pleasure. not only because of your mouth, but the fact that your boyfriend is fucking you while you’re sucking him off is making lightheaded.

a few more thrusts from haechan and he was spilling into your mouth, his cum dripping out the sides of your mouth and your eyes watering. “swallow it all, y/n.” mark said and haechan slowly slid his dick from your mouth and you complied, swallowing it all.

haechan stroked your cheeks telling you to open your mouth and show him, and you stuck out your tongue showing you did as mark told. “fuck, good girl.”

mark sat back down on the floor, pulling you to sit on top of him. now you’re riding him, while haechan watches it. this sight making him almost come undone again. haechan hands sneaked down to your clit and started rubbing circles to make you cum. his lips met yours and he placed a sloppy kiss on your numb lips. this made your boyfriend come and he spilled into your tight cunt, moaning loudly as he did so.

haechan pulled away from you, a trail of saliva following as his mouth headed to mark’s. he placed a sloppy kiss on mark as you threw you head back, feeling haechan’s cock growing inside of you as his cum felt warm against your insides.

“wanna fuck her? fuck my cum back into her,” mark said the last part as a demand, not a question. you whimpered at the thought and haechan pulled you towards him. laying you on your back.

the cum was starting to ooze out your pussy, making both boys hard again. fuck, this was gonna be a long night.

mark’s eyes were lost in lust, they sparkled as he saw his best friend’s dick enter your cunt. amazed as to how quick you swallow him whole. you were a blabbering mess, “a-ah please, h-hae! youre f-fucking me so…”

haechan’s thrusts were sloppy and fast. like he was in heat. he fucked you like his life depended on it, and mark’s attack to your sensitive clit didn’t make it any easier. “youre so fucking good, taking him like a slut,” mark chuckled.

he walked behind haechan and wrapped his arms around him. making you moan out as your boyfriend grabbed his jaw, turning haechan’s face to meet his own and making out with him.

haechan’s thrusts continued, sloppy and fast making your head spin. mark’s hands worked down haechan’s abs and stopped at your clit once again, going in circles. “a-h mar-rk, haechan fuck!” you cried out as they continued to make out.

haechan spilled into your pussy, his cum getting fucked into your cunt along with mark’s. his dick slid out and he moaned as the cum started oozing out.

mark’s face met your dripping cunt, “i wanna taste you on her haechan,” his tongue licked along your core and cried out at the change in temperature. he licked your pussy clean of haechan’s cum. haechan lowered down next to him they both licked at your core like they were thirsty.

“pl-please, ‘s too much!” you cried and they laughed. you felt like you’re gonna explode any time now.

once they finished cleaning you up they got up from they previous position. mark placed a kiss on your swollen lips, “you were great for us baby,” and you nodded as your eyes were closing from your tired, fucked out state.

#nct x reader #nct 127 #nct dream #nct u #nct #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct 127 smut #nct imagines #mark lee #mark smut #haechan smut #haechan #perfumejamal

[whereisten]

Cry For Me

“There’s something about Mark Lee.”

Summary: There’s something about that Mark Lee. Everyone praises him for his kindness, for his respectfulness, for his easiness. He never shows anger or distain, no, he’s always—always content. So how does he do it? He’s human like the rest of us, surely he must get angry? You know the truth, you see all sides of him, the nation’s dear Mark Lee.

Pairing: Idol Boyfriend!Mark X female reader

Genre: smutt, hm? Yeah just smut and a cute aftercare moment

Warnings: oh boy..BDSM (Dom Mark, hot wax, spanking, handcuffs, electric shock usage, stick flogger, dacryphilia), impregnation/breeding kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, dirty talk, fingering, oral sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex (be safe tho!), c*eam pie, biting..forgive me for my sins

Word Count: 4.6k

(A/N: bro so like Mark is so sweet and so adorable and I couldn’t help but think “what if he’s actually wild behind close doors?🤔” and well..that’s how this was born! Hope you like it! It’s been a while since I’ve written such descriptive smut but it was fun!

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Mark is a sadistic dacryphiliac. He enjoys taking his anger out on you and watching you cry. 

He’s an idol during the day, and most nights he's the sweetest man you know. But there are some nights when he wants to tear you apart. It’s not that the man the world sees is a facade or mask of who he truly is, it’s just that this man is only possible because of the existence of the man he is on those nights when he gets upset with you. It’s give and take. 

The best part? You love it, you love every side of Mark. You adore his sweet “I’ll make breakfast for you,” “I’ll carry your bags for you,” “I bought 10 bouquets and this $10,000 watch for you,” “let me cuddle you all day” etc. side. You love crying for him and bringing him to paradise, but most of all, you love being the only one to see all sides of him. The evil look in his eyes that you saw some nights was unseen by the rest of the world and you ate it up. 

It’s not like he’d break up with you if you said ‘no’ to his dramatic kink, but the sub in you just wanted to make him happy..by any means. You would watch him work 23 hours a day and still punish himself for not being good enough. You wanted to ease his stress in any way you could, and after one night of riding him until you cried from overstimulation, you both realized that he was more relieved than ever. 

Any worries he had disappeared each and every time after.

Tonight is just one one of those typical nights where Mark desperately needs you to do the thing that relieves his stress. 

He comes home at 9 PM and throws his bag to the ground.

“Y/n…” he whispers before sitting on the edge of the bed and exhaling.

You’re in the shower so you don’t hear him.

“Y/n!”

“Mark? I’ll be out soon.”

“Need you now!” He runs a hand through his hair and based on his tone you already know he’s in *that* mood.

You quickly rinse yourself off and step out of the shower. “I’m coming!”

You say a little bit more aggressively than you intended. You were just frustrated that you couldn’t enjoy your aromatherapy body wash for a little bit longer.

You walk out in your robe. “What’s wrong? Everything okay?”

Mark chuckles. “It smells good here, I see you lit some candles.”

You smile nervously. “Yeah..it’s for my aromatherapy.”

Mark hums, but still hangs his head low.

“Come here.” He pats the spot beside him on the bed.

You sit down and turn to hug him. He embraces you quickly and caresses the nape of your neck with his finger tips.

When you pull away, he stares into your eyes and rubs his thumb along your chin. 

He knits his brows. ““My” aromatherapy? How selfish of you…what about me? Are you gonna do anything for me?”

He pouts and your eyes widen. 

“I-uh- yes of course it’s for us both, that’s why I put them in the bedroom.”

“On your knees.” He frowns.

You instantly get up and kneel before him like he demanded.

“Remember the safe word?” He asks as he stands up and caresses your hair, and then the side of your face.

“Yes.”

“Back straight, don’t you dare change that pose.”

He smiles softly then walks past you to take a shower. He then makes himself something to eat and sits on the couch while watching T.V.

Your knees and back grow tired as you listen to what sounds to be a Twilight movie. 

How long would this take? Couldn’t be any longer than two hours, right? But then once the movie is over, Mark makes himself some popcorn and watches another movie. 

Your body starts to shake as hours go by, you aren’t sure how much longer you can go.

“M-Mark?” You call out his name to see if he’s still awake.

When you don’t receive a reply, you relax your body a bit and slouch over. You start to doze off finally.

Then suddenly, Mark snatches your head back. “Can’t a whore like you listen to basic instructions?” he says huskily.

“I’m so sorry! Please forgive me! I got tired! It’s been so long!” You whine.

“Get up.” He lets your hair go and sits on the edge of the bed again.

It takes you some time to shake off the numbness in your legs, but you manage to stand up.

“Take your robe off.”

He opens your nightstand and takes out a pair of electrified handcuffs..oh yeah, the sweet Mark Lee certainly had his sadistic ways.

These were created to deliver moderate shocks to you any time you tried to break out of them. 

You put your hands in front of you to let him put them on like he’s done for so many nights.

He locks his deep brown eyes with yours. There was something funny about how he maintained his large, innocent eyes while doing such a scandalous thing. The puppy-like expression seen across the world daily is still seen by you now after you’ve kneeled on the hardwood floor for nearly 3 hours just for him.

He pats his thigh and you lay across him in just his boxers with your ass up. He loved that you always knew what he meant. You were such an obedient girl.

“Let’s see how wet you are.”

Without warning, he jabs two fingers into your pussy. You close your legs tightly and cry out.

He places his other hand into the small of your back to hold you down. “Stop fucking squirming.”

He pulls his fingers out and licks them while moaning. “Ahh such a good whore..I think I can still taste my cum from the last time I graced this pussy.”

He puts them in again, deep enough to make you tremble. “Mark! Please! I’ve been a good girl.”

Mark shakes his head. “We’re just getting started, save it.”

He moves his fingers in and out continuously, brushing his thumb against your clit every so often just to feel you clench. You can feel every ridge and the knuckles of his slender fingers. You moan and try to keep yourself from moving your wrists too much.

“Ass up, my arm is tired.”

You kneel over his lap and hold yourself up on your elbows.

“Ride them”

You push yourself forward and backward to ride his fingers and it feels too good. Your moans start to get louder, you can’t control your clenching. It didn’t bother you that your body was sore from staying in one position for hours. You just want to cum on his wonderful fingers. You close your eyes and start to chant “yes.” over and over as you approach your climax.

You don’t notice that Mark has picked up the burning candle on the nightstand. Just as you’re about to cum, Mark pours the wax on your back, causing you to cry out in pain and try to pull out of your handcuffs. Electric jolts are sent through your body instantly and the sensations are all too much to bear.

Mark smirks to himself as he watches you struggle. He wraps an arm underneath you and holds your body still over his lap.

“Mark! Fuck!” You pant as the pain starts to subside.

“You would’ve seen that coming if you weren’t getting off on my fingers like that.”

He says lowly. He holds your face in one hand, pushing his fingers and thumb into your cheeks as he watches your eyes fill with tears. 

“Now, go get the mirror.” The “innocent” boy nods.

You stand up on your shaky legs once again and manage to push your standing mirror on wheels over to the edge of the bed.

Mark wraps his arm around your waist and brings you to his lap.

He looks at you through the mirror with a dark, sinister expression.

“Open.”

You spread your legs so that one leg is over his lap and he holds you in his arm. You bend your bound arms and bring your hands to your chest so you can both see.

“Look at that wet cunt..I bet you want me to fill it up right?”

He pinches your nipple, causing you to yelp.

You sniffle. “Y-yes.”

With his other hand, he takes a stick flogger from the nightstand drawer and starts to drag it up your thigh.

You fidget.

“Wanna walk around swollen with my babies? Everyone will know that you’re my whore, is that what you want?”

He teases your entrance with the tip of the flogger as he whispers in your ear. He nibbles on your neck then delivers a sharp slap to your clit.

You yelp.

“Huh?” He slaps you again, this time, leaving the leather tip on your clit and moving it in circles.

“Mhm.” You close your eyes tightly at the mix of plain and pleasure you’re receiving.

“Open your mouth slut. Do you want me to fill you up?” The question is followed by another slap.

“Yes! Ah!”

Mark chuckles. “That’s what I thought.”

He places the flogger down. And fingers you while staring at your body in the mirror. 

“Gonna watch you take my fingers first. Then, I’ll know if you deserve it.”

“Please..Mark, I do.” You whimper.

“What are you begging for?”

He pumps his fingers in and out, curling the tips into your sweet spot and you can’t help but moan at how sexy he looks with his disheveled hair.

“I’m talking to you, whore.” He pushes his fingers in even deeper, making your body rise up in an effort to get away.

“Don’t run away..a slut like you is used to this.”

“Please..give me your cock, Mark, I’m ready for it.”

“Oh yeah? Don’t cum then, only cum when my cock is in you, okay?”

And this would’ve been possible had Mark not started massaging your clit with his other hand.

His digits draw deep circles as his fingers move in and out. You shut your eyes tightly, for the sight only pushed you closer to the orgasm you needed to keep yourself from having.

“Mark!” Your legs start to shake and threaten to close completely.

“Look at me or this will last all night.”

You open your wet eyes and look back at him through the mirror. He’s start to sweat and his chest is heaving.

He can feel you clenching as your beautiful moans grow louder.

He chuckles. “I should’ve known you’d be a bad girl.” His fingers move faster, you feel the bed grow increasingly wet under you. He slides his fingers in and out before spreading your essence across the entrance. He hums to himself when he sees how wet you are.

“Mark..please, I..I need you..”

Your head falls back onto his shoulder and your breaths become shorter, you’re about to cum and then-

Mark stops moving his fingers and pulls on the short chain of your handcuffs. Your wrists move with them, instantly triggering another shock.

You shake and curse.

Mark digs his nails into your side as he holds you still. “A slut like you deserves that.”

“Fuck..oh my god.” You cry.

“Lay down.”

You lay down on the bed and silently thank the heavens for the comfort against your back.

“On your stomach.”

You sigh and turn over.

You hope that he will take you now and bring you both to your long awaited climaxes, but you know that he isn’t ready quite yet. You’d have to do some more crying and begging first.

He slaps your ass hard. Your body jolts in response.

“Going against my orders?”

He spanks you harder.

“That’s not very nice.”

He leans over and grabs the candle again, pouring the wax onto your back once more.

“Mark!” You scream in the bed.

He only grabs your hair and pulls your head back. He bites into your neck.

“Fuck!” You whimper.

He pours hot wax onto your shoulder. He then puts the candle back and resumes spanking your ass. His attacks are harsh and cause tears to finally start flowing down your face.

“Mark..please.” You beg through sniffles.

“What is it you want now?”

He brings your lower half up off of the bed and spanks your clit.

“Baby..please fuck me.”

He flips your body over and spanks your clit again.

“I’m so tired and I need you..” you beg again.

“Is that so?” He spanks you hard. His fingers then dip inside your pussy. 

“I’m tired too, you know? Having to practice all fucking day long just to hear that we’re nowhere near ready for our concert in two days…yeah, I guess you could say I’m tired.”

You nod. “I’m sorry, Mark.”

“But it’s okay, that’s what you’re here for, right? Just let me play with you and it will all be okay. I’m making you cry and beg like a good little slut.”

You nod again. “Yes, I want to make you feel good. Please..I’m ready.”

Mark laughs to himself and he continues to pump his fingers in between your walls. “Silly girl, I don’t need to put my dick in you to feel good. I feel great right now.”

He lowers his face to your pussy and breathes against it.

“When you’re a mess like this, you’ve already made me feel amazing.”

He licks a long stripe along your entrance before burying his nose onto your clit. He fixes your legs over his shoulders by bending them at the knees.

Your head falls back into the pillow as your stomach sinks.

Only you knew that the talents of Mark’s mouth extended beyond his rapping and singing abilities. His lips and tongue made you dizzy every time.

And tonight was no exception. He lapped up the juices that leaked out of you earlier like he needed it to survive.

He moaned against you, sending vibrations through your core. He moved his tongue in circular fast motions before sucking your clit. His soft plump lips kissed your skin with haste.

It didn’t take long for you to cum all over his mouth. 

You cried out his name as he kept going, his tongue never stopped its rhythmic pace. It was constant and left you feeling open and raw, but in need of more. He didn’t even have to add his fingers, his tongue and lips were enough.

“Cum for me again, slut.”

And you did. You shut your eyes tightly and arched your back.

Mark tapped your clit with his finger tips relentlessly now while licking your entrance. The attack was too much. You were overly sensitive and so dizzy you forgot about the handcuffs. You reached down to push his head away, but ended up receiving an intense shock. Your body twisted on the bed, but Mark was unfazed.

“Mark!” You called out loudly, not caring if the neighbors, i.e the other members, heard you.

He tugged your skin in between his teeth.

“Stop making so much noise..or do you want me to fuck you on the balcony for everyone to hear?”

You clenched and moaned at his threat.

“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you? I’ll breed you up nicely right in front of everyone.” He chuckled. He continued to tap onto your clit while looking up at you through hooded eyes.

“Baby..please…I can’t...it’s too much.” 

“Yeah you can..one more..for me..” 

His tongue goes in even deeper and your eyes begin to roll in the back of your head.

To Mark’s satisfaction, you squirt this time while he continues to tap.

“Good girl.”

You’re so sensitive, you cry and carefully bring your hands up to your face to try to hide it.

He kneels and licks his lips before chuckling.

“No no no..don’t hide your pretty face from me. As a matter of fact, I want you to see it too. On your knees.”

You get on your trembling knees and position yourself in front of the mirror.

He approaches you from behind, sneaking his hand from your warm butt cheek all the way up to your hair. He grabs a fistful of it and pushes you down into the bed.

He brings your ass up as he kneels behind you. You can feel his hard cock against your thigh and swallow hard.

“Look at me.”

You lift your head up and look at his handsome face through the mirror.

You lock eyes as he pushes into you slowly, so slowly you struggle to keep your eyes open and head straight.

You arch your back in an attempt to get more from his length, but it doesn’t work. If he keeps going at this painful speed, you’re bound to end up crying.

“My little whore is getting all nice and stretched out. It’s still so tight..fuck.” He says with a low tone that you loved. You clench and he pulls out immediately and spanks you hard for it.

You fall into the bed, but resume your position right away.

“Not yet..you’re greedy.”

You look up to see his lips slightly parted while his chest rises and falls slowly. The intense glare told you if you did that again, you’d surely regret it.

“I’m sorry.”

Mark smirks and continues to bring your body onto his dick slowly. You were always so beautiful from every angle, but this position was one of his favorites. 

He could stare at your smooth back and ass, and the way it took him in like it was nothing, he could grab your hair and hear you whimper as you took his back shots, and he could watch your weepy eyes through the mirror as you begged for him over and over with just his name on your mind. 

A part of him did like the idea of people, or more specifically, the other members watching him fuck you like this. They had no idea he could get this rough, and based on your usual sassy attitude, they had no idea you could be so obedient and desperate for him.

He nearly cums from the thought of them watching you cry and push him away as he forced his offspring into you. 

You wondered how he was able to hold himself back after all this time, but Mark was a talented man. There truly was no limit to what he could do.

You still look at him through the mirror but your eyes start to grow tired and he notices.

“Count how many times I push into you..”

You nod. “One..”

He pulls out after a few seconds, and you’re about to say ‘two’ but he takes his time.

He chuckles as he watches you bite your bottom lip and furrow your brows. “So anxious..relax.”

“Two.” You whine as you feel every vein and ridge on his length. The curve and girth alone made you see stars.

You continue until you get to Ten and it feels like it’s taken you 8 minutes to get there and while it may not sound like a long time, it was definitely painful.

“M-Mark..faster please..” you can feel your core throbbing and pleading for satisfaction again.

“Okay..”

And Mark does go faster but he goes harder as well, finger tips digging into your hips as he drives into the depths of your pussy with each thrust.

“15! 16! 17!” You cry out.

He leans over you and behinds to fuck into your body doggie style. He reaches around and presses two fingers into your clit again.

“Fuck! I wanna cum with you, baby.”

You watch him as he smirks, for he knows that you were much further along than he was.

He pulls your body up in front of his so you can see his fingers working on your clit in the mirror.

His thrusts stop as you begin to ride him on your own. You go forward slightly and anchor yourself on your palms as you let your body take his cock at its own tempo. Your mouth falls open as you pant.

“You’re so fucking desperate for my seed huh?” He whispers into your ear, his fingertips draw smaller circles with more pressure.

“Yes! Yes, Mark! I’m gonna-l”

He pinches your nipple hard as you cum. You cry out while trying to pick yourself up from his dick but he continues to thrust into you fast.

“Have you lost count?” He says calmly.

“I’m sorry..l” you sob.

“Don’t apologize, we’ll just start over.”

And so you did. Mark made you lie down again, this time with you staring at your face upside down in the mirror as he ate you out.

You came over and over, despite trying to push his head away. He sucks and tugs on your clit to drive you insane.

“One more time..” he’d say after every orgasm you had. “You were so greedy earlier, I just wanna make sure you get enough.” But really, it was like he was the one that couldn’t get enough.

“Mark please, I can’t..Can’t take any more.”

He pauses his attack and lifts himself up over your face while licking his red and swollen lips. He smirks and suddenly pulls on your handcuffs.

A high pitched noise leaves you and your back arches when you feel the jolt of pain.

“Go ahead and cry, you know it makes me cum faster.”

He goes back to licking every part of your pussy like his life depends on it.

You cried for nearly 10 minutes after. Your knees and arms grew tired.

“M-Mark..” you barely croaked out.

“Mmm so good.. I guess I should fuck you now.” He wipes his mouth with his arm and brings a leg over his shoulder while kneeling.

He entered you once again. This time, your body moved limply on the bed. You had no more energy to call out his name. You cried from sensitivity for too long. All you knew was that it felt good to have him inside you. He was the perfect fit.

“Fuck…” he moans at the sight of you fucked out and in tears.

He thrusts into you harder and watches your breasts move with satisfaction.

He leans down to bite a nipple. “Your breasts are gonna be so swollen.”

“Ahh!” You moan.

He starts to go faster and you lean forward with both hands in handcuffs still to run your fingers along his abs and pelvis. His thrusts start to become painfully rough. He stretches you out even more and you aren’t sure if you’ll be able to walk tomorrow.

“Slower..baby..please.” You whine.

He shakes his head. Mark goes in and out of you forcefully as he watches you below him, hypnotizing him with your pretty wet eyes, gorgeous breasts and heaving stomach.

You could only think of his name while you held his eye contact.

He smirks, watching you go silly for him. Your cheeks are completely wet from tears and it makes him ridiculously hot, but to get him to the edge he has to see you cry just one more time. He pulls the chain on the handcuffs and watches you scream.

“Mark!”

Your eyes shut tightly as you shook in pain.

Mark’s eyes widen as he watches tears overflow within seconds and that’s all he needs. You try once more to wiggle away from him, but fail. 

“I can’t! C-Can’t!” You whimper through sniffles and shake your head. You’re completely ruined from the shocks and overwhelming pleasure. You clench and moan as your head falls back.

He jams himself into your pussy faster and harder while holding your hip down firm. He shakes his head and growls.

“Take it! Don’t fucking run away from me.”

“M-Mark..please.” Your tears are endless now and he finally releases into you at the sight.

You’re so close to blacking out, but you don’t. You hear Mark’s glorious moans and praises as he cums deep inside you, his tip curving right onto your sweet spot. “Fuck..so good. This pussy is so good. Don’t let anything escape, okay?”

He moves just a few more times to ensure that you’re stuffed with all he has to offer finally. You wanted him to fill you up and in true Mark fashion, he refused to disappoint.

He collapses onto the bed beside you and pants.

“Shit..”

“Fuck..that was good.” you exhale.

He leans over and takes the handcuffs off. He throws them to the floor, then brings your face to his and kisses you deeply.

“You did so well, thank you.” He whispers while wiping your tears.

“You’re amazing, Mark. I love you.”

You manage to utter even though your voice is almost gone after yelling his name all night.

He kisses your forehead and leans over you on his elbow. “I love you too. How are you feeling? Did I go too hard?” 

You laugh and shake your head. “Nah..I could’ve said the safe word, but I didn’t need to. You’re so hot when you get like this.”

He smirks. “Can’t believe you like this..you’re just as twisted as I am.”

You both laugh. “Well, I don’t know about that.. but you’ve been getting pretty brave with the baby thing.”

He gets up and grabs a washcloth. He takes his time and wipes you up with it. “Mhmm..and you get wetter every time…” the corner of his mouth pulls up into a sly smile.

You chuckle and relax your head into the pillow as he cleans you . “Just let me know when you’re ready and I’ll get off the pill..let’s see if you’re still excited to say all that.”

“Of course, baby, I mean it, you know that.” He kisses your ear and goes back to the bathroom.

“So about what you said earlier…did the manager say you’re not ready?”

Mark sighs when he walks back in. “Yeah..”

“It’ll be okay, Mark. You guys have been working hard for months.”

“Yeah I’m just disappointed in myself. I know I can do better.”

“What on earth are you talking about? You’re amazing at what you do. Years of experience doesn’t just go away for one night, you got this.” You caress the side of his face.

He nods. “Thank you.”

“The fans love you! You could go on stage and sing a terrible rendition of My Heart Will Go on and they’d still love you. So don’t worry about it.”

He lays back down beside you as he smiles. “I’m not worried about it anymore..I think I just needed to see you beg for me.”

You laughed out loud. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m just one of hundreds of thousands of fans begging for you.” You look into his eyes and kiss his lips.

“Yeah…I guess you’re right.” 

“Ugh..don’t get cocky.” You tease while running your fingers through his hair.

“Let’s go to sleep. We can do some aromatherapy tomorrow together.”

You hug each other, with your head resting on Mark’s chest, and fall asleep soon after.

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[ashes-writing]

outer banks  ● one girl two guys  ● j. maybank + t. thornton

warnings

angst, jealousy and tension, Kiara Carrera and you/yn do not get along well at all, writer attempting something she's never actually attempted before ( complicated relationships, fml ) swearing, mentions of 🍃and alcohol, probably a lot of fighting / confrontations because JJ is a Pogue and Topper is a Kook and yn/you/reader will be irrevocably caught in the middle of the bullshit..

<- female reader, vague physical description that may become less vague if/when I do more with this.

word count

2571 exactly. part one of who knows.. depends on whether you babes wanna see more or not.

summary

You and JJ Maybank grew up together as neighbors and best friends. And you've had a crush on him for years now. Lately, you've been drifting apart, though. You're starting to give up and you find yourself entangled between a Pogue and a Kook. How is this ending for you?

taglist

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@tbmunson - i had to tag you to this bestie. i had to. feel free to ignore though!

other links

masterlist  ● jj's masterlist  ● topper's masterlist  ● about + rules

“ I mean.. How dumb does a person have to be?” the rant has been mostly ignored for the duration of your shift. It’s a shift that’s dragging by real slow. Agonizing almost. Because if you have to hear one more word of Kiara Carrera’s incessant bitching about a situation you know damn well she probably either brought down upon herself or inserted herself into in the first place, you’re going to tear your hair out strand for strand. 

She seems to zone back in from her woe is me of the day to notice you’re not even partially paying attention to her, you’re staring out the window as you wipe down a sticky tabletop at one of the empty booths instead. “Did you hear anything I said? So I’m not wrong.. Right?”

And cue you, finally having enough.

“You’re an idiot.”

Kiara blinks, stunned at what you’ve just blurted out. But you’re not done yet, not by any means. The fire has been lit, now you’re going to see it through. Maybe I’m done ripping her a new one, you think to yourself for a split second, she’ll finally realize that just beause I’m forced to work with her at this restaurant that does not make us friends.

“That was rude.”

“What? It’s true! Look.. I’ve listened to you whine and complain all summer. Whenever I try to tell you that what you’re doing is dumb and it’s only gonna go badly, you ignore me. So maybe I’m done playing nice with you.” you rub your forehead and drag a forearm across to wipe sweat away from your brow. “You started off all about John B. What happened there, Kie?”

“It didn’t feel right when he kissed me.”

“Yeah, well.. What’d you expect him to do when you were ignoring my advice and flirting with him for a whole month, hm? Did you think he’d just ignore your obvious cues? He’s a guy, Kie. Guys are wired differently.” you laugh and shake your head. “And then you go and you hook up with Pope.. And for what reason, huh? So you can immediately realize that you don’t want that kind of relationship with him and ghost the guy?”

“Are you done?”

“Almost. Shut up and listen to me, just this once, for the love of fuck.” you cut her off before she can start whining about her current situation with JJ Maybank.

Because you can’t take another fucking second. 

This may or may not have everything to do with your long-spanning crush on the guy in question. A crush you swore you’d take to your grave when you were about 10 and you went home crying because JJ introduced you to his friend John B as “my best friend. She’s pretty cool for a girl.” 

It might also have everything to do with lately, you’ve been sensing awkwardness between you and JJ. And the further apart you drift, the closer he seems to get to Kiara. And you can see the disaster written all over this potential romance from a mile away.

“You’re being a real bitch lately, ___. Did I do something?”

You throw up your hands because this is the exact moment that it sinks in for you.. She’s not listening. And no matter what you try to tell her to do in an attempt to negate any potential for disaster when she ignores your advice and does whatever she’s got it in her head to do, it’s not gonna fix the fact that you’re going to be stuck sitting around.. Watching the boy you love with a girl you know will only hurt him.

“Know what? Nevermind. Do whatever you wanna do, Kiara. Tell him you think you’re in love with him. Tell him you’re upset at the things he said to you a few nights ago. But for the love of fuck, stop telling me about all this, okay?”

Kiara’s gazing at you intently. Confused. Because normally, you don’t explode when she’s venting about whatever she’s going through. Normally, you listen and you’re a lot more.. Gentle in your phrasing. But she mentioned the tension between her and JJ earlier this week and it’s as if something inside you snapped. This is the angriest she’s ever seen you.

“I’m going for a smoke break. Don’t.” you speak up when she starts to grab her raincoat to follow you out, “Don’t fucking tag along.”

The door leading out to the back of the restaurant closes firm behind you and you sink down to lean back against it. 

You can feel your phone buzz in your pocket so you take it out and you unlock the screen.

It’s a message from JJ.

“It only took you two whole weeks.” you mumble in sarcasm as you take a long drag of the cigarette between your lips. As your eyes dance over the text he sent, you can feel your stomach twist in knots.

← Sorry I haven’t been around much. I’ve uh… it’s been busy.

And it feels wrong, you know there’s a lot going on that he’s not telling you. And damn it, even though you know it shouldn’t, it hurts to feel left out. 

You’re beyond tempted to leave him on read for two weeks like he’s done with you, but you calm down. You think about it for a few seconds and come to the conclusion that doing that will be childish. And it’s not like he owes you his time or anything, he’s just a friend.

The second you remind yourself this, you frown.

But you finally answer the text.

→ No big deal. I’ve been busy too. What’s up?

Right away, the three dots pop up.

Then they disappear.

Then they pop up again and by about the fourth cycle of this, you’re annoyed and you have to go back into work anyway, so you stub out the cigarette you were almost finished with and you make your way back inside the Wreck.

You don’t even spare Kiara a second glance through the rest of your shift. And the one or two times she tries to talk to you,  you answer whatever she’s asked and you walk away before she can say anything else.

By the time you’re clocking out, you’ve come to two conclusions. One) you either need to move on and get over your stupid leftover crush already or tell JJ Maybank how you really feel at last and two) there is a third option. Make new friends. Put some distance between yourself and the situation. Because being his next door neighbor and spending all the time you used to spend with him before this summer, that hasn’t helped you even attempt to start getting over your dumb crush.

So, you’ve got a game plan now.

You check your cell phone as you’re walking back to your house from the restaurant on a dimly lit path. There’s no word from JJ, so whatever he’d been about to type earlier couldn’t have been that important and this is when you really decide for sure that you’re going to do what you decided to earlier in the day.

You strip down and turn on the shower, letting the bathroom steam up. You find your favorite playlist on Spotify and you turn it up loud enough to drive out the tomb-like silence in your little house. Your mom’s out god knows where, she might come home tonight, she might not come home til the middle of next week. But it’s not like it matters.

You’re used to it by now.

,, And I’m about to get used to only my own company.” you think to yourself with determination as you step beneath the shower and let the hot water rain down on your body…

–

JJ’s staring at his cell phone, he hasn’t heard a single thing anyone has said. John B clears his throat to get his attention. JJ looks up, a brow raised. “What, man?”

“Did you hear anything I just said, man? Pope might have a lead.”

“Yeah, yeah.. I heard you.”

“You’ve been distracted all day, man. You caught a damn tree when we were fishing earlier. C’mon, out with it.”

“It’s nothing. It’s dumb.” JJ knows he can’t actually talk about what’s bothering him because Kiara is around and honestly, he doesn’t want to hurt her feelings. Because he knows that what he wants to ask John B and Pope about the situation he’s finding himself in lately will definitely do that.

Because it involves the way she poured out her soul to him a few nights ago. And how badly he handled that happening. It also involves you and the way it feels like you’re a million miles away lately, despite living not even 10 feet away from him in the house next door.

Things are changing and JJ’s having a hard time with this.

“I have to go. If I don’t get home now, my parents are probably sending the army after me. If you guys need me, text, please?” Kiara stands and she rushes out of the Chateau abruptly. The second the screen door is banging shut behind her, JJ takes a deep breath.

“She told me she thinks she loves me. And the whole time she’s tellin me all this, all I could think about was ___. Felt like I was betraying her, man.”

Pope and John B share a look.

Then John B starts snickering. “Are you finally telling me what I already knew, dude?”

“Huh?”

“I always thought you had a thing for ___.” Pope admits, shrugging as if it’s nothing.

“Fuck you both.” JJ exhales smoke into the air. “Kie is expecting me to say something but I know it’s gonna hurt her man and I just… I can’t. Because on the one hand, I’m kind of into her.. But then there’s ___.”

“Yeah, that’s a situation I am glad I am not in the middle of.” John B rubs a hand over his face. Pope’s rolling a joint to pass around and he’s mulling it over. “Which one can you see yourself with, man?”

“Easy.. ___. I know I’m always sayin she’s my friend but I’ve just always kinda thought it’d be me and her versus the world one day, dude.” JJ motions for the joint and he takes a long hit.

“Okay, so the easiest thing to do is tell Kiara you’re not into her.”

“But I am, dude. And I… sometimes I catch myself wondering.. Would it.. Like, would that work?”

John B and Pope share a look, both of them having gone through their own little situation with their best friend Kiara in the past, neither situation working out well for either party.

“Just text her, dude. See what she’s up to tonight. Tell her we miss her when you do, man.”

–

You’re about halfway through your millionth rewatch of Dazed and Confused when you see your phone screen light up. And you grumble but you pause the movie and reach out, grabbing and dropping your cell phone onto your bedroom floor.

The reason you drop it is shock, basically.

Because the first thing you see once you unlock the screen is a notification from Instagram.

Its.topthornton.dude started following you.

You’re on your knees in the middle of your bed with one hand caught up in the thick mess you call your hair and you’ve got a brow raised at the phone. “The fuck? Why though? Why is Topper Thornton following me?”

And your curiosity prompts you to open Instagram. Where you’re greeted to a wall full of notifications. Apparently, Topper’s taken it upon himself to go waaaay back on your profile and like all your older posts.

You scroll through his page and it’s kind of dismissive at first. It’s just your average himbo Kook doing rich boy shit.

But then you see this one picture of him sitting on the beach as he stares out at the water. And it’s taken at a good angle, he looks good. There’s no harm in liking the photo.

So, you turn the little heart below the photo red. And you decide on a whim to accept his follow and five seconds later, you’ve talked yourself into following him back.

You shove the whole thing out of your head because you’ve ruled it down to having mutual friends and you, popping up in the guy’s feed or suggested profiles to follow. You don’t think anything will come of it. So by the time you’re turning off your tv and settling into bed for the night, it’s forgotten about entirely.

–

Your alarm is going off and it’s loud. Annoying. When you reach out to silence it, you knock the phone onto the floor and manage to spill the little bit of Dr. Pepper left in your bottle all over the nightstand and your bedroom floor.

You scoop up the phone and sit up in your bed, unlocking the screen as you yawn.

This is what you wake up to.

← why the fuck are you and Topper Thornton following each other on Insta, cupcake?

← you know he’s a fucking Kook… right? And an asshole. And his hair is shitty.

→ He followed me first.

→ Good morning to you too, JJ.

And you decide that for now, you’re done with the conversation.

No sooner than you’ve put down your phone, he’s texting again. And you laugh  quietly because this is just JJ, he always has to have the last word.

← you didn’t use my nickname. :/ 

← you followed him back!

You roll your eyes and laugh. “It’s too early for your shit, Maybank.” you grumble as you slip out of your bed and make your way down the hall, into your kitchen. You start up the coffee pot and you’re digging around in cabinets and cupboards in the hopes of finding something, anything that’ll pass as breakfast, when you hear your phone start to ring.

You slip off the counter and grab up the phone expecting it to be your mom, hungover and in need of a lift home, or JJ, apparently hellbent on finishing the conversation, but you’re surprised when the number shown on the screen is the number belonging to Topper Thornton.

“County morgue, you kill ‘em, we chill ‘em.” you rattle off your greeting and on the other end of the line, Topper laughs. “Hey.”

You swear under your breath when the eggs you’re about to attempt frying start to pop in the skillet. “Ouch, shit. This is why I hate cooking.” you run some ice water over your wrist and Topper speaks up on the other end of the line. “You okay over there?”

“I mean, my day’s starting off awesome.” you laugh. “How’d you.. How’d you get my number?”

“It’s public. On your instagram profile?”

“Really? No shit? I thought I changed that a few weeks ago.” you shrug and you go to Instagram to check, confirming that what Topper says is true. And then you’re left with an even bigger question.

What is his end goal? What is he hoping to accomplish.. Why is he calling you in the first place?

Because you might as well live in two different worlds as opposed to two different sides of the island, the huge difference between Figure 8 and The Cut being as massive as it is.

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[primevein]

The Prime of His Youth: Prime of His Youth: Book I: Forging His Own Path: Ch21: Family Dinner

"What an audacious city." Sirenia stated, as they saw the lights of Vegas striking against the dark of the night.

"It reminds me of what Cybertron used to be like." Arcee stated. Sirenia started to fall behind, "You alright?"

"It's just... I realize that I've gotten used to the brilliant night. Every city was like this, scratching away at the deep night. But here, light comes on it's own. From the stars. The night even more beautiful for it."

"Beautiful." Jack stated, and Sirenia listed off to the side before righting herself.

"Keep that up, Jack, and you won't have any choice."

"Hm?" Jack asked, and Arcee just tsked in reply.

"Sirenia, when you stop swooning, can you call Knockout?"

It took Sirenia a moment to snap back to it, "Of course, mistress."

* * *

Jack climbed off of Arcee as Sirenia's feet landed behind them. Knockout walked out of the building, "I haven't seen you guys forever!" he shouted, "Did you miss me that much?" he asked Arcee. She looked to Jack.

Jack breathed in deeply to steel himself, "Oh, um, everyone thinks I should have a badass longcoat?" Jack nervously asked.

Knockout looked him up and down as he thought it over, "You know what? Absolutely. Maybe some pants to go with it. No offence." he said, pointing up and down Jack's body, "But we can defnitely do better. Okay, maybe a little offence."

Jack breathed in deeply, "Thank you."

* * *

Jack rode on Sirenia as they followed Arcee below them. "How are you?" he asked, and it took he a moment to answer.

"I'm sorry, but what?" Sirenia asked.

"How are you?" Jack asked. "Are you happy here?"

"OVERJOYED!" Sirenia replied. "Sorry, but to be able to work under a Prime?"

Jack shyly tried to look away, though this was difficult, as he was inside her. "How about everything else?"

"I am still having trouble with the workflow here." she said.

"Is it hard on you?" Jack asked.

"We're not used to taking so much of the day off." Sirenia stated. "There is a reason I have not complained." she said gleefully.

"I am glad you're happy." he said to her, "It's my first time being in charge."

"We both know that's not true." she gleefully added.

"Tsk." Arcee stated, "There's only been one person who cared so much about those under him." She let the thought hang in the air, as everyone understood the implication.

"If you wanted anything, what would it be?" Jack asked.

"Books!" she quickly stated. "I am intruiged by them. They are as old as Human society. They have knowledge you consider ancient. Untold generations..."

"The Bible actually counts them." Jack stated, "I could never get through that part."

"Pardon, but they count their generations?" Sirenia asked.

"From Adam to Noah." Jack stated, "I think."

"And who was?.."

"According to the Bible, the first Human." Jack simply stated.

"You have records of your first Human?!" Arcee asked.

"If you believe it." Jack stated, "But there's also the Epic of Gilgamesh, which might be the first written story."

"What is it about?" Sirenia asked.

"I've... never actually read it..." Jack voiced.

"Any other ancient stories?" Sirenia asked, and Jack's eyes grew wide.

"I'm really not the one to ask about this." he stated. "Maybe we just need to get you access to the internet."

"Is that what June was using to look up Cinncinati?" Sirenia asked.

"Is that related to Cinncinatus?" Arcee asked.

"A city named after him." Sirenia stated.

"On her phone?" Jack asked.

"Yes." Sirenia replied.

"Then, yeah." Jack stated. "We could probably get a family plan."

Sirenia paused for a moment, "I'm sorry, but that implies you don't have one?"

"I have?" Jack asked, and paused, "Like, the mininum. I sometimes use it to check my e-mail."

"You have a worldwide information network with data going back to the very start of your civilization, and... you don't use it?"

"People have become too obsessed with always being online." Jack stated.

"I've been here a few years, and I don't use it, either." Arcee stated.

Sirenia let out an exacerbated sigh, "Yes, if I have one wish it would be to have access to this internet."

"You could probably tie it into the com link, like we did with the cellphones." Arcee simply stated.

"Ratchet was the one that did that." Jack said. "I'll talk to mom and get us a family plan. Drop me off, I'll ride Arcee the rest of the way." Arcee could be seen swerving beneath them. "You head to Alden and have Ratchet set you up."

"Understood." Sirenia stated, and started to descend.

* * *

Jack climbed out of the landed Sirenia. She was waiting for him to get a few yards away, when he turned back to her, pulling back his helmet. "Transform." he said, and she did, standing above him, looking down at him with curiosity. "Kneel." he said, and she did. He moved in and kissed her on the cheek. He pulled away, looking her in the eyes, "It's good to have you with us."

"Kind of like having the old gang," Arcee stated, "Just with less blaster battles and warcrimes."

Sirenia looked worried, until Jack spoke to her, "She's serious. After everything we had been through together, I think of them like family."

"Even Ultra Magnus?" Arcee asked, and Jack sighed.

"Like a distant uncle you don't want to spend time with?" Jack asked. "Watching him pull apart the Wreckers wasn't fun." Jack then turned to Sirenia, "Have fun." he said to her.

* * *

"You're being nice to her." Arcee stated.

"Of course I am." Jack replied.

"I mean, you're no longer keeping her at arms length." Arcee stated, and Jack wasn't sure what to say, "Do what you want with her, by remember I'm your sparkmate."

"Of course you are." Jack said to her. "I don't know what I would do without you."

"You would survive without any problems. I've seen how good you are, Jack."

"That's not what I meant..." Jack stated.

"I know... And I don't want to..." she voiced, and trailed off. Jack let go of her right handlebar and pet what would be the gas tank in front of him.

* * *

Jack was coming home. June wanted to do something nice for him. It had only been a couple of days, but to her it felt like a lifetime. Maybe she'll cook lasagna. It was always his favourite meal. She wanted to do something for Arcee and Sirenia too, but couldn't exactly cook for them. She couldn't even iron their clothes. They had no need for anything other than Energon, and she couldn't even heat it up. Could she? Did the temperature they take Energon matter. Arcee hasn't shown any preference in the couple of years they had been living together. The only time they worried about the heat is when they went to the Arctic. Maybe she could dress up. That is if she had any nice clothes that weren't scandalously small. They probably wouldn't appreciate party hats, and definitely couldn't appreciate a cake.

* * *

Arcee opened the garage door and Jack stepped inside. "Mom?!" Jack asked, "We're home!" Jack and Arcee ducked into the garage, and Jack went over to flop onto the couch. A moment later the door to the house opened up, and his mother stepped out in sensible heels and her little black dress. Jack was stunned for a moment before he could speak, "Uh, what's the special occation?"

"Oh, just my family coming back." she said, "I wanted to do something nice for you." She looked about the garage and then out the open garage door, "Where's Sirenia?" she asked.

"Stopping over at Alden." Jack stated, "She wants access to the internet."

"So, you're finally going to get the family plan?" June chided him.

"Me?" Jack asked. "No." he said.

"Well, you are my Jack." June said sweetly. "I'll keep the food warm until she comes back." She turned to step back in the house.

"You look good." Jack said to her, and she paused.

"I'm not as young as I used to be." June shyly said.

"No." Arcee stated, "You look good."

"Thank you, Arcee." June happily said to her.

* * *

The thumping of a helicopter's rotors could be heard, and a minute later Sirenia landed in the driveway. She then ducked into the garage.

"Can you close it?" Jack asked, and she quickly did so. Jack let out a sigh of relief. Sirenia turned and saw a table in the middle of the garage. She gave Jack a questioning look. "Family dinner?" Jack asked.

"But, I am a..." Sirenia tried to say, as June appeared carrying the casserole pan, putting it on the table. Already there was a table setting for two, but also a pair of what looked like large, metallic glasses filled with Energon.

"This is sweet, June." Arcee said to her, "But we haven't use anywhere near this much Energon."

"You haven't?" June asked.

"Energon is much more efficient form of energy storage." Sirenia stated. "Unless we're low on Energon, this much will last us a month."

"But, like I said, it was sweet." Arcee said, "And we can sip on it to top ourselves up." June blushed and looked away. "Don't worry, we appreciate it."

"I would like to remind everyone that I'm a servant?" Sirenia asked.

"Maybe on paper, but it's easier to treat you like a family." June said, as she moved over to sit down. Jack stood up and sat around the corner from her. "I've always wanted a daughter."

Arcee leaned down beside the table, with Sirenia moving to copy her.

"Yeah, well, Jack's already spanking me." Arcee sarcastically said, causing June to cough out loud.

"You're the daughter-in-law." Jack stated.

"Right." Arcee said with wide eyes, and then nervously looked down.

"I'm so happy to see you." June uttered. "It's so good to see you home."

"It's good to be home." Jack stated.

"Hence why he closed the garage door right away." Arcee stated.

"It's just to get home and away from everything." Jack stated.

"So, how was Cybertron?" June asked.

"You could also see how beautiful it once was." Jack stated.

"It took aeons to get Cybertron to where it was before the war." Arcee stated. He reached over to grab her hand. The two look into each other's eyes and smiled.

June then turned to Sirenia, "Wait, me?" she asked.

"Did you enjoy the trip?" June asked.

"I got to carry Jack in the skies over Cybertron!" she exclaimed.

#transformers #prime #the prime of his youth #darcee #jack darby #arcee

[ascendingtostardust]

happy wagner wednesday!!! here to celebrate with some best friend danny

so i imagine he’d notice you’re acting different, he can read you like a book, and he knows when you’re hiding something

and he is determined to get it out of you

and you know danny knows you, but maybe not as well as he thinks

so he’s like a whirlwind through the door, dropping himself on your couch when he announces

“i’ve got it.”

“i don’t want to know about anything you may have contracted whilst you were on this tour, daniel.”

“so very funny. there’s a guy.”

“is it sam? you know we’ve been secretly rooting for you two for years.”

“you’re really not taking me serious today, are you?”

he turns his whole body to face you, and the look in his eye amplifies the seriousness of the situation

“okay, okay. there’s a guy? for you, or for me?”

“you, dummy. that’s why you’ve been acting different. you have a crush.”

“astute observations, daniel.”

“i’m right? actually, i know i’m right, i know you better than yourself.”

you study his face and try to work out just exactly how much he knows, but his further questions confirm that he’s very much in the dark

“so who is he?”

“you don’t think i’m gonna tell you that easily.”

“fine. is he tall?”

you study his stature sat on your couch, the way his arm stretches over the back towards you and makes his frame look so inviting

the way his legs stretch out towards your coffee table and his foot rests gently on top of it, which usually you’d bat away since his shoes were still on but you wouldn’t want to draw attention it

“yes.”

“at least that rules out the kiszka’s. hair color?”

“dark. and dark eyes.”

“hm. very you.”

you almost huff out a scoff. for someone who thinks he knows you so well, he’s never been so blind in his entire life

“is he nice?”

“you think i’d have a crush on someone who wasn’t nice?”

“maybe. is he?”

“he’s very nice.”

“sometimes nice is boring.”

you grin at the edge to his voice.

“not this guy. he has a way of making you feel safe when you’re with him. comfortable. oh, and he’s unbelievably sexy.”

“so he’s attractive?”

“oh yeah. hot. so very hot.”

“anyway. does he have any hobbies?”

you almost laugh at the way he switches the subject so quickly

“actually, he’s a musician.”

“do i know him?”

you swallow nervously. surely this will hit it home?

“oh, very well.”

“this guy in a band?”

“mhmm. with his brothers.”

there’s a moment of silence and you think everything has fallen into place

until his face drops for just a flash and you realise he really hasn’t understood

“i thought we ruled out the kiszka’s?”

“that we did.”

your eyes are flickering between your hands and his eyes now, unable to hold his gaze for too long before it feels so intense

“what, uh. what does he play?”

danny’s nerves are written across his face, dancing along the line of being sure what you mean and fearing he’s misunderstood entirely

but haven’t you already spelled it out for him?

you shuffle your body closer to his, and your hand would be shaking if you weren’t urging any last shred of confidence you had in your body to do it’s job

brushing a curl from his face so he looks right at you,

“he’s a drummer.”

he visibly swallows, and the beat of silence which followed your admission swallowed you whole

“please say something.”

your eyes are still holding his gaze but there’s a faint burning in your chest, the creep of impending doom that you just ruined a perfectly good friendship

but he doesn’t say anything

he wraps a hand around your jaw and then touches his lips to yours, testing the waters it’s so barely there

“i really hope i didn’t read this whole thing wrong.”

“please, danny. could i have made it more obvious? it’s always been you.”

Thank you for this, I’m now in PAIN and I was going to add to it but it’s just so perfect as is. I want to see Danny’s little cheeks getting more and more pink as realization starts to hit him, his eyes getting wider as he refuses to make eye contact until he fully understands what you’re saying 😩

#whoever you are I love you and I’m obsessed with this #danny wagner #k answers

[thereaderinsertlady]

Sorry, I didn't know your setting up a fictober request. 🎃 (Don't mind the others I sent) could you do a Dimentio giant/tiny vore, please?

Yeah, of course! I am a bit inexperienced in writing vore, but I hope this suffices lol. Here's the link for it on ao3, and I hope you enjoy!

ㅤ

Dimentio x Reader - An Accident

You were such a big dummy. 

A little too late you realized that the take-out box in the fridge was not up for grabs, and had a very clear name written on the bottom— you just ate Dimentio’s food. You were such a dummy. 

Now, you were sheepishly shuffling towards Dimentio’s room, feeling just a little embarrassed that you’d make such a simple mistake like that. He and you have lived together for a good amount of time now, which made you feel even more guilty for accidentally eating his food. Certainly, you needed to fess up to your actions and find some way to pay him back. 

You stood right at his door, simply... staring at it. You shifted around a bit uncomfortably, feeling just a little nervous. You hoped he wouldn’t be too mad, and you can make it up to him by... cooking, or something of the sort. 

With a steady inhale, you weakly knocked on his door. “Hey, um... Dimentio?” You called out— and continued when you heard a soft “hm?” in response, “Can I... uh, talk with you? Just for a second? It’s... kinda important, I guess.” 

A few moments passed before the door opened, and Dimentio peeked his head out. He was wearing his usual jester outfit, and had a smile on his face. “Yeees? What’s the matter?” He asked, noticing your guilty expression. 

You... let out a sigh, looking down towards the floor whilst mumbling something. 

“Hm? Could you speak up a little? You’re a bit hard to hear, dear.” 

You winced at the term ‘dear’ but repeated yourself a bit louder. 

Dimentio huffed. “I still didn’t understand a single word you said. Please do speak up to where I can hear you.” 

You swallowed thickly before saying as calmly as you could— “I... ate your food.” 

...He pouted. “Really? That’s why you seem like a child that got caught stealing from the cookie jar?” 

You lowered your lip. “I-I’m really sorry, Dimentio... I didn’t see you had your name written on it until I ate it all. If there’s any way I can make it up to you, then please tell me.” 

Dimentio lightly rolled his eyes, opening his bedroom door all the way. “Why do you think it’s the end of the world? Hmph, I’ve eaten your food a few times and never apologized for it.” 

You... stared at him. “You have? I... oh, I... guess that makes us even, then,” you said a bit sheepishly, about to scurry away.  

Dimentio then pouted some more, grabbing your wrist. “Oh, but I was so looking forwards to eating my leftovers. Perhaps you could do me some sort of favor to make me feel better?” He asked with a cheeky smile. 

You... let out a sigh. “Okay... um, is there anything specific you’d like me to do, Dimentio? Like... make you anything to eat?” 

He looked you up and down... before slowly grinning. “Well, there is one idea that I have in mind— but you can refuse if you’d like...” 

You slowly blinked. “Um... okay, what is your idea?” 

“Well,” he began with the smack of his lips, “I’ve been wanting to... try this with someone, but it involves a lot of trust...” After he said that, he summoned up a tiny mushroom that’s blue and has white little spots— a mini mushroom, if your memory served you correctly.  

You stared at the mushroom... before looking up towards him. “You... want me to eat that?” You assumed. 

He smiled. “Yes, yes I do... And then, once you’re but the size of a small mouse, I’ll eat you.” 

...You slowly blushed. “E-Eat me in what way? Like... would you ‘eat’ me in a... sexual way, or would you... would you actually eat me?” 

Dimentio couldn’t help but giggle at your expression. “Oh, you’re just so cute... But yes, I would like to actually eat you... if you want me to, that is.” 

You took in a steadying sigh, slowly taking the mini mushroom from him.  

He smiled widely. “Good choice,” he purred. “Now, though I am not too experienced in this... field, I feel you would have a much easier time going down if you took your clothes off.” 

You flushed even more, but with a pout you did as he asked, neatly folding your clothes into a pile. “This won’t take long... will it?” 

“Of course not, of course not... I’ll teleport you out as soon as you start to feel any sort of pain, or any time you tell me to do so.” 

After a pause, you... ate the mini mushroom, and— and squealed when you immediately shrunk down to the floor. Slowly, he picked you up, and as you sat in his gloved palm you felt... small— well, you were small, but... 

You bit your bottom lip a little nervously, looking up at him.  

He... looked back down at you with an indescribable expression. 

“Um... this won’t hurt... right?” 

His lips churned upwards into a smile and the hum of his chuckle echoed in your chest. “No, I’d never let anything hurt you... mh...” 

Your eyes lightly widened when he leaned his head towards you, feeling your heart start to pound loudly in your ears. His warm breath felt nice against your naked body. 

You opened your mouth to say something— but squeaked when he licked you... You supposed there were benefits to lubricating you with his spit since it would be awfully hard swallowing something dry, but it was an odd sensation regardless. 

Dimentio licked your body a few times, and— and you couldn’t help but moan when his tongue snaked between your legs. His giggle was loud in your ears, and he repeated the action a few times. 

“Oh, you taste delightful,” he purred, kissing your stomach. “Mh... are you ready?” 

You blinked, and... gave him an anxious smile when you realized what he meant. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I suppose...” 

Dimentio gave you a smile of his own before gently moving forwards, wrapping his warm, wet mouth around you and making sure that he didn’t hurt you with his teeth.  

He tilted his head back a little, and— and in one fluid motion, he swallowed you whole. 

#quest tober #reader insert #dimentio #dimentio x reader #spm #super paper mario #😳

[hirikka]

Hi! Could I request 23 + 9 for Geraskier please? 💖

Thank you for the prompt!! This is the first thing I've written and actually finished in a month so that is quite satisfying. Set somewhere before the dragon hunt 23. Post argument & 9. “Listen, I know it’s hard, but I’m not going anywhere.” from this prompt list

Afterwards, Jaskier cannot remember what started the argument.

It was something small, he thinks, that spiraled out of control as they both lashed out like wounded animals. The fight had only ended when Geralt stormed out of the room. Jaskier had fumed for half an hour before panic struck him, realizing that Geralt hadn’t actually brought his things up yet, so he might have just… left. He might be gone. Jaskier has gotten quite good at finding Geralt over the years, but he’s never had to do so with the witcher actively trying to avoid him and he might. Jaskier doesn’t think this fight was enough to merit that, but he also hasn’t ever seen Geralt quite so angry before.

He makes his way downstairs with a great deal of trepidation, forcing himself out of the inn and over to the stable. Better to know now if Geralt is gone, he reasons, than to wait to see if he ever returns to the room.

At the familiar sight of Roach all the tension drains out of Jaskier at once. Geralt isn’t gone, which means there is still a chance for them to fix this. He moves into the stable and leans against Roach’s stall, looking down to see Geralt sitting with his back against the wall. He must know that Jaskier is there, but he doesn’t open his eyes or move. Jaskier considers for a moment before he turns his attention to Roach, crooning compliments to her and waits for Geralt to be ready to talk.

After a few moments Geralt unfolds enough to meet Jaskier’s gaze. “Why are you here?”

“Visiting Roach?” Jaskier offers.

Geralt snorts and rises to his feet. “Not that. Why are you—why are you still following me?”

“You’re my friend, Geralt,” Jaskier says. “I like traveling with you, even if you are an absolute arse at times.”

Geralt considers this for a long moment and Jaskier stays quiet. He knows Geralt well enough to know when he needs quiet, needs time to process. And he knows that he often disregards that.

“I am sorry for pushing,” Jaskier adds, an olive branch.

Geralt shakes his head. “You… weren’t entirely wrong. I could have asked for help. Should have, maybe.”

“The world won’t end if you admit you want help.”

Geralt’s expression is rueful. “Witchers aren’t supposed to want help. It’s… we need to be self-sufficient. It isn’t safe otherwise.”

Jaskier wishes, not for the first time, that he had the power to reshape the world to make it a kinder place. “Maybe. But I want to help, Geralt, so it’s not what you are used to, but it doesn’t have to be a bad thing.”

“And when you leave?” Geralt asks. “What then? If I let you in, get used to having”—he pauses, looking as if he might not continue. Might have said more than he meant to—“Having someone and then you leave?”

“Why are you so sure I’ll leave?”

“Why wouldn’t you? The Path isn’t kind, you know that. I don’t know why you’ve chosen to follow me this long, but someday you’ll find something better. It wouldn’t be hard.”

“It would be.”

“What?”

“It would be hard,” Jaskier says. “To find something better. Sure, the road isn’t always kind, but I wanted to travel even before I met you. I wouldn’t be happy being kept in some court, like a bird in a cage.”

“Hm.”

Jaskier considers Geralt for a moment, sees the vulnerability in his expression. “Fuck it,” he says quietly, mostly to himself. “I’m in love with you. That’s the reason I’ve chosen to follow you. It’s the reason I’ll keep choosing to follow you. For as long as you’ll have me.”

Geralt doesn’t do anything for a long terrible moment and then he’s across the stall faster than Jaskier can blink. Jaskier stumbles out of the way as Geralt slips out the door and then, when there is only a few feet between them, freezes as if unsure what to do next.

Jaskier smiles at him. “Listen, I know it’s hard, but I’m not going anywhere.”

Geralt reaches out and takes Jaskier’s hand, pulling him closer. “I don’t know how to do this,” he says softly. “Nobody’s ever wanted to stay before.”

“Their loss,” Jaskier says. Geralt rolls his eyes, but his expression is fond and some of the tension leaves his posture.

“I want you to stay,” Geralt confesses. “Despite my better judgment.”

“Rude!”

Geralt hums in agreement and then he leans in and kisses Jaskier, just a gentle touch before he pulls back slightly to rest their foreheads together. “I love you too.”

Jaskier knows he’s probably grinning like a fool, but he can’t bring himself to mind. He knows there are still things to discuss, that there will still be hard times ahead; when Geralt struggles to accept help and when Jaskier pushes further than he should, but he knows without a doubt that it will be worth it.

#geraskier #geralt #jaskier #geraskier fic #witcher fic #my writing #this is not beta read so im sorry for any mistakes #i just wanted to show my terrible brain that i could in fact still write things #asks #prompt fill

[honeypiehotchner]

Bye Bye, Baby (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- one shot

May or may not have just written this in an hour. Also may or may not be based off the new Taylor Swift song. Based on this ask!

Also lmk if y’all want a part two because this does have an unhappy(?) ending, so...

Warnings: angst, mentions of being pregnant, mentions of puking

Word count: a lil over 1k

HOTCH MASTERLIST || Don’t You (Part Two)

It wasn’t like in the movies.

You were foolish, you’ll admit, to think that getting your heart broken like this would be like the movies. Where he’d run after you, kiss you to make it better, confess his undying love, and beg for your forgiveness.

No, Aaron did none of that.

You knew dating a coworker -- your boss, rather -- would be a slippery slope, but you didn’t care. You thought he didn’t, either.

Until he called you into his office and broke up with you.

You wish there was something more to it. A big argument, an email from Strauss or even the director, a massive clash in lifestyles. But there was none of that. No one, not even the team, knew about your relationship with Hotch. There was no thinly veiled warning email from Strauss. Your lifestyles didn’t clash, they fit together perfectly.

But you guess “perfect” is never really as perfect as it seems.

‘Cause I still love you, but I can’t

You had thought it was because you were looking to transfer. You love the BAU, but you wanted to do something more. And to be frank, you were getting tired of seeing Aaron all day but having to pretend. You wanted to see him at home without the relief from pretending all day. You wanted to be able to tell people.

But when you brought up transferring to him, it didn’t cause an argument. He was supportive. You were foolish enough to assume this meant he wanted what you wanted, too. You didn’t know he would end things.

Luckily, having the transfer as an excuse for your departure made it easier. Everyone knew it was coming, your going away party was already planned by Garcia. Hotch conveniently left after half an hour because of an urgent phone call.

Bye bye, to everything I thought was on my side/Bye bye, baby

You transferred just two weeks after the breakup, and soon you were in a new apartment, at a new job, with a new life. You kept up with Garcia and Morgan, but only occasionally. Surprisingly, neither of them ever asked you about Hotch.

Despite it being a secret, you were almost positive they knew and would say something after you left, but it never came.

Months later, you went out for drinks with your new coworkers, but the night was cut short. You were one shot in when you threw up the first time.

You went back to your apartment, promising your coworker, Dannie, that you’d call her if you needed anything. Your promise was an automatic, autopilot response because your heart was hammering in your chest.

Your cycle has always been sporadic. When you realized you were a week late yesterday, you thought nothing of it. But now, you were panicking.

You wanted to go get a pregnancy test yourself, but the room was spinning and with every move you felt like you might puke again. So, keeping your promise, you texted Dannie.

She was at your doorstep in ten minutes, box of pregnancy tests in hand.

“Want me to stay with you?” She had asked.

You felt weird, having only known her for a short time, but you said yes. You didn’t want to be alone if the test was positive.

Letting Dannie stay was a good call.

All three tests were positive.

“Do you know who the father might be?” She asked, meaning well.

You nodded slowly. “Unfortunately.”

“Oh no,” she frowned. “Is he a jackass?”

You wanted to agree. You wanted to say yes, actually, he’s a giant jackass. But the truth is that Aaron isn’t and never was. He was nothing but good to you.

“It’s complicated,” you settled on. “Thanks for staying.”

“No problem,” she said. “If you’re good, I’ve gotta head out to feed Onyx.”

Her cat. “Yeah, go ahead. I’m okay. Thank you again.”

“It’s no problem,” she assured you with a smile.

Nine months later, you gave birth to a baby girl, Juliet, at six in the morning, and Dannie was there.

You asked her to be your daughter’s Godmother that night, and she said yes without hesitation.

+++

Four years later

Grocery shopping with a toddler is never fun, but damn does Juliet make it entertaining.

Currently, she’s trying very hard to convince you that she absolutely, without a doubt, needs these specific chocolate chip cookies.

“We have some at home already, munchkin.”

“I know,” she swings her legs, the zipper on her shoes clinking against the metal of the shopping cart she’s sitting in, “but these are...better.”

“Better, hm?” You raise your eyebrows, glancing up at the shelf to see if they have your favorite cereal. “How so?”

This single question keeps her occupied for another few minutes while you grab a couple of things from the surrounding shelves.

“Tell you what,” you start pushing the cart down the aisle. “If you promise to eat all your veggies tonight, then we can get the cookies.”

“Deal!”

“Alright,” you chuckle, tapping her nose lightly with your finger. “Let’s go get some veggies.”

That’s the plan, at least, until your cart rams right into someone else’s, and when you see who it belongs to, you nearly faint.

“Y/N?” Aaron asks, backing his cart up slowly.

“Hi,” you breathe.

Juliet turns around in her seat, scrunching her nose at Aaron. “Who’re you?”

“He’s my old boss, munchkin,” you explain quietly. “He’s not a stranger.”

Aaron’s heart twists painfully when you say old boss instead of an old friend or even ex-boyfriend. You’ve reduced him to an old coworker in your mind, but in his, you’ve always remained the greatest love he ever had.

“Hi Aaron,” Juliet says, then turns back to you. “Mommy, can we please get veggies? I’ll even eat broccoli.”

“Broccoli?” You gasp, Aaron completely forgotten for a moment.

Juliet nods firmly. “Anything for cookies.”

“Alright,” you reply with just as much enthusiasm. “Let’s go get some broccoli, then.”

You look back up to find Aaron watching you both with a smile, but a sad smile, the kind that you can’t quite place or read.

Truthfully, he’s at a loss for words. Here you are, after so many years, with a daughter who looks exactly like him.

“It was nice seeing you,” you say to Aaron, smiling brightly, smiling right through the pain.

“You too,” Aaron says quietly, letting you go for the second time.

There’s so much that I can’t touch/You’re all I want but it’s not enough this time

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner one shot #hotch #hotch x fem!reader #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch x y/n #angst #aaron hotchner angst #hotch angst #criminal minds

[firelxdykatara]

zutara fandom is such a fucking hypocrite. you all call a native woman who loves her husband, who lives happily with him a trophy wife and a breeding machine, simply because you don't like kataang, despite the fact that in the canon she is still a respected matriarch of the tribe, a healer and trained avatar and has outlawed blood bending. you came up with the trophy wife yourself, but blame it all on bryke. didnt you have a popular headcanon where she has 5 children, abandons her nation to live as the "water tribe ambassador" in the fire nation. yknow because erasing her culture sounds cool i guess

Literally what are you talking about?

Pointing out that Katara is treated, post-atla canon, as Aang’s trophy is not ‘calling a native woman who loves her husband a trophy wife’ because like, I’ve got a newsflash for you, Katara does not exist. And criticizing the way the white men who created her chose to destroy her character in post-canon materials and the sequel show is not the equivalent of being racist or misogynistic--it’s actually calling out the racism and misogyny inherent in her treatment by the show’s creators!

Secondly, I’ve written extensively before about how Katara’s ‘achievements’ post-canon actually aren’t. The show pays minor lipservice to what Katara accomplished, but doesn’t actually show that she did anything worthwhile with her life other than have the Avatar’s children. She ‘outlawed bloodbending’? Sure she did, that’s why she was present at the trial for the most infamous bloodbender in history, right alongside her husband, brother, and friend..... oh wait. She ‘is still a respected matriarch of her tribe’? Sure she is, that’s why she was able to talk sense into her people when they were on the brink of civil war, that’s why people listened when she raised her voice and told them to stop being idiots, that’s why... oh, wait, none of that happened because she stayed in the healing huts the whole time. Oh, but she was ‘a healer’--not just that, but one of the greatest healers who ever lived? Sure! That’s why she was able to heal Korra’s bloodbending related injuries- hm, no, but I’m sure that’s why she was able to heal everyone else when their injuries were revealed to have been caused by bloodbending- no, wait, but I’m POSITIVE it’s why she was able to heal Korra’s injuries when she was recovering from mercury poisoning- wait, she didn’t do that either!

It’s encapsulated pretty neatly by this paragraph:

 [The problem is] that virtually none of these accomplishments matter in the context of LoK. Very little that Katara did during or after the war is so much as referenced, and even the things that are referenced matter very little. Katara never talks about her life except as it pertains to Aang, or her children. She doesn’t get to do anything during the series either, despite there being multiple things that–were it not for her entire personality being vacuumed out with almost surgical precision–she should have done if she were being kept true to character, or if she, like, cared about her family and people at all. (Things like, oh, attending her own granddaughter’s Air Master ceremony, or lifting finger one to save her family when they were in danger, or lifting finger one to step in when her people were getting thrown into a whole ass civil war...... ...)

@araeph‘s Consumed By Destiny series is also relevant here, because it goes into far greater detail about Katara’s utter lack of a character in LoK and the comics, especially as compared with her character in the original show.

As for my ‘popular headcanon’, I do indeed headcanon Zuko and Katara as having five children (though my conceptualization of their family will be different from others, everyone has their own hcs about the steam family and that’s so sexy of us), which should probably be the point where you realize that Katara having three kids with Aang is not what I have a problem with lmfao. But where the hell do you get ‘abandons her nation’ and ‘erasing her culture’ from ‘Water Tribe ambassador’???? Literally where????? The entire point of Katara being ambassador to the Fire Nation is to represent her culture in global matters of state. It’s so that she can be the voice for her people on the world stage, ensuring that their wants and needs are heard and fulfilled as the world moves forward and the nations grow together. It’s literally the complete opposite of ‘abandoning’ her nation, her people, or her culture, because everything about who they are and who she is will be everpresent in her life (and her husband’s life) because she’s thinking about them and acting for them in everything she does politically.

Just say that you hate people headcanoning Katara as having more agency in her own life and influencing global politics than canon allowed for her and go, honestly. Stop pretending you give a shit about Katara when you hold so much hatred for people envisioning something more for her than just being ‘the Avatar’s girl’ for the rest of her life.

#atla #katara #zutara #kataang salt #salt for ts #yall really come crawling outta the woodwork for this huh lmao #Anonymous

[windblooms]

Hi!! Could you do headcanons of Diluc, Kayea, Childe and Zhongli with a s/o who is touch starved but is too shy to intimate physical affection please? Thank you!💙

decided to answer the two of these in the same ask since they have similar personalities for the reader, and they evolved into scenarios.  hopefully what i’ve written is all right!

edit: to the second anon, i’m sorry, i don’t know how people write more than 500 characters in asks. ㅠㅠ  is it maybe a submission . . . ?

childe:

as a very perceptive individual, childe would pick up on your hesitations relatively soon, however won’t say anything about them outright.  

while he may ask you if something’s wrong whenever you reach out, but self-consciously pull away, or when you’re on the verge of words but can’t bring yourself to speak, he won’t pry into your meekness. 

he knows that some people prefer to keep things to themselves or away from others – he’s a prime example of this himself.  so he doesn’t want to push you, but will continue to keep mental tabs on when you shrink away, or backtrack after you sound as if you’re going to ask him something.

if the trend continues for a while, he’ll eventually sit down to talk with you about it.  he’ll discuss with you patiently, not wanting to invade past things you might not want to share just yet, but he still tries to find the cause of your hesitancies so he can better understand you.

“there’s something bothering you, isn’t there?” he leans forward across the table, and rests his chin on his hand.  “you can tell me, you know.  i’ll try and help you with it.”

as you take your time to answer, he grows increasingly concerned, but still wears a poker face to not influence you as well.  across the table, he’ll slowly reach out his hand as a means of comfort, and clasp yours when you don’t pull away.

you begin to speak about your uncertainties, and childe listens intently.  ah, so that was it – now that you mention it, the two of you don’t hold hands much, or really touch each other.  he had assumed that’s how you preferred it, little to no physical touch.  but now that you’ve explained why you’ve concealed those wishes . . . 

“i’d be more than willing to hold you.”  childe’s words are soft, and he manages a small smile to encourage you.  as soon as your face flushes, though, he can tell that there’s something else you want to say.  so he pauses, expectant, but you still seem nervous.

he takes a gander and speaks.  “we can start off slow, if you want . . .  actually, anything you want, you can tell me.  you don’t have to worry about being embarrassed.”

from there, the two of you work out what you want.  you both agree to take it slow, since this will be a first for you; small touches against each other’s fingers as reassurance, and taps against his shoulder when you’re too nervous to outright ask for his attention.  he also has something of his own to suggest:

“there’s some custom that mondstadtians have,” childe ponders aloud suddenly.  “hm – something about tapping three times, meaning ‘i love you’?”

at his notion, you become bashful, and look down towards your lap.  you know where he’s going with this, and at your reaction, the snezhnayan chuckles, unfolding his hands from atop each other to squeeze yours in demonstration.

“one, two, three.  it’s just gonna be between us, all right?”

diluc:

diluc is arguably one of the most emotionally reserved characters in all of mondstadt.  sure, he’s got a sense of dry humor and wit whenever he feels snarky enough, but when it comes to personal sentiments?  he keeps them behind lock and key, with the exception of passive aggression.

if you’re self-conscious about asking for affection, such as when you’re about to reach out to tap at his hand yet pull back at the last instant, you find him looking at you expectatntly, his notorious half-lidded gaze fixated on you.  if there’s something you want, you’ll ask for it is his mentality, since he assumes that the two of you are both comfortable enough in your relationship to do so.  and relationships are built around trust.  so why are you hesitating?

that is to say, he doesn’t stare at you until you crack.  after a few seconds, he’ll look away, and resume whatever he was doing beforehand.  if it were anyone else, he’d most likely ask them verbally what they want, since there’s no use in prolonging the time, and he’s an impatient man. 

he makes a conscious effort to be more gentle with you.  he can’t quite tell if you appreciate it though especially in these scenarios, since you always chew at your lip and refrain from looking at him afterwards.

diluc will only allude to these instances.  he’ll ask “is there something you need?” or “is something the matter?”  he has no experience with physical affection of any sort, at least since his father all those years ago.  so he’d be quite lost with your circumstance; he doesn’t know at all what you want unless you make a verbal indication as to what it is. 

one day, in the privacy of his office, he senses your fingers just near his forearm.  diluc looks over in time to see you clasp his coat rather shakily, but your hold is there nonetheless.  much like usual, he’ll peer at you with a half-lidded gaze, although this time he addresses how skittish you appear. 

“something the matter?” he’ll say as per usual, but this time he isn’t vague; he’s referring to your sudden committance to reaching out as opposed to pulling away.

“ . . . just wanted to hold you.”  your confession is a mere whisper, but your boyfriend still hears it.  the two of you sit in silence for a bit, before he turns his body and puts his hand on the side of your head, pressing gently so that you lean flush against his arm. 

you’re speechless, however the circumstance doesn’t need words anymore.  content with you hugging his arm, and now understanding your wants, diluc continues to work as you drift asleep against him.  while there’s still a ways to go, as he’s sure that this isn’t the only desire you have, it’s surely a start.

kaeya:

the astute captain that he is, kaeya can hone into your desires with relative ease.

before you can retract your hand after reaching out, he’s already grasped it in his own.  you’re caught off-guard, not expecting his agility, but his grip isn’t firm or unpleasant; it’s gentle, as if he’s caring for glass.

he lowers his face so that the two of you are eye-level.  “no need to be shy.  it’s just us.”  kaeya’s reassurance is playful at first, until your contemplative silence queues him in on the severity of your timidness.

he’s concerned: is there something serious that’s bothering you?  he’d just assumed that you wanted to hold hands, or lean on each other.  for how long it takes you to speak, he’s thinking the worst: is a coworker bothering you?  are you ill with a fever?  kaeya’s eyebrows furrow, and he immediately speaks again.  “what’s wrong, precious?  tell me, please.”

looking up at him, you realize that he has the wrong impression.  tenderly enveloping your cheek with his hands, rubbing your skin with his thumbs, you sink into the affection – but he’s got the wrong idea.  

“i-it’s fine,” you begin, and he blinks rapidly.  “just . . . wanted to, uh,” you nudge further into his hands, and squeeze his arms gently, “ . . . touch you.”

ah.  your meekness makes sense now, although considering your personality, his initial guesses probably wouldn’t have been far off.  nevertheless, kaeya indulges you, even if you both continue the circumstance in silence.  it’s evident that you’ve been holding back this request for a while, and as much as he loves to tease and would like to in this moment, he doesn’t believe now is an appropriate time.

so, kaeya continues to stroke your face, soothing away your nerves.  his other hand clasps yours in your lap, giving you the time and affection you crave.  

he finds your vulnerability endearing, but there’s guilt on his conscience: why have you been nervous to approach him about this, and why did he not pick up on it sooner?  not that he expects you to come for him for everything – kaeya just theorizes that there must be some reason as to why you appear so touch-starved, and he’s thinking the worst about such a reason.

“feeling better?”  he inquires, still cradling your face, and he pulls you into a hug.  his warmth is reassuring to you – the security that you’ve longed for.  if this is what affection feels like, you’re not sure that you’d ever want to pull away.

“yeah.”  hesitantly, you lift your face from his chest, but your arms remain around his waist.  your boyfriend grins slightly, and ruffles your hair, pushing your bangs aside so he can kiss your forehead.

“tell me about it.  we can figure this out together.” 

zhongli:

about three weeks into your relationship is when zhongli receives questions from hu tao: “hey, you and y/n don’t touch each other at all.  i know you’re ‘professional’ and stuff, but jeez – not even hand-holding?  thought it’d get more exciting at this point.”

and while he initially thought of her remarks as rude – your relationship isn’t any of her business – it did prompt him to consider her words.

specifically, she’s right: while he’s generally busy at wangsheng, he strives to make time for you whenever possible.  and in that time, never once have either of you touched each other.  he’s never minded, since he’s admittedly gone without it for so long and is used to life without it – but it’s the modern age, and isn’t it customary for liyuens to . . . ?

so he takes it upon himself to ask you over dinner.  he’s made bamboo shoot soup for you tonight, and as you sit across the table from him, finishing the dish, he speaks so candidly it nearly makes you choke on your last bite.

“would you like to hold hands in the market tomorrow?”

“what?”

zhongli makes a strange face.  he knows you heard him, so why do you also look startled, and are averting your eyes?

he repeats himself nonetheless, and while you do answer him this time, it’s by mumbling under your breath.

“ – odd question,” is how you start, and your boyfriend folds his hands underneath his face, yet doesn’t rest his chin.  “um, sure.  yeah, sure . . . ”

you most definitely do not sound sure, but it’s in a way that further perplexes him.  you look . . . thrilled now?  he can see that you’re refraining from smiling – the corners of your mouth flutter – but why?  zhongli doesn’t recall saying anything that would be good news . . .

“is something the matter?” the archon supplies instead, to which you shake your head.  your hands are in your lap.

“ah, no.  what you said just came out of no where.”  an unconcealed smile from you now, and zhongli finds himself relaxing.  if you’re certain, that’s all he cares about.

he stands up, and prepares to take your dish to the kitchen.  before though, he makes sure to bring you up to your feet, and intertwines his fingers with yours.

“may i kiss you?”  he asks, suddenly, unexpectedly.  he sees you nod, the slight pressing of your lips together, and gives them a quick peck before retreating; zhongli can still taste the slight bamboo left over.

when the two of you draw away, there’s a noticeable flush on your cheeks.  once more, you seem giddy, however this time he doesn’t have to ask why.

“i’ve never done this before.”  there’s trepidation in your voice that causes his brows to furrow slightly.  “so . . . it’s all right if we start out slow, right?”

“of course,” zhongli doesn’t hesitate to respond.  you could mean so many things, and he isn’t sure which you’re referring to: initiating physicality with him, or maybe that you’ve never had a partner before . . . ?  but he doesn't dwell on that.  “your comfort is what matters.”

in the market the next day, zhongli finds comfort in the slight tugs on his coat sleeve from your fingers, and the smile that beams on your visage.

#genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #diluc x reader #zhongli x reader #kaeya x reader #childe headcanons #childe scenarios #diluc headcanons #diluc scenarios #zhongli headcanons #zhongli scenarios #kaeya headcanons #kaeya scenarios #fluff #asks: diluc #asks: childe #asks: kaeya #asks: zhongli

[inotanzen]

any headcanons for how inotanzen got together in a relationship? was it all at once or did two of them date before adding the third in? how’d they realize their feelings, etc? I’d love to hear your thoughts!

hey,, hey anon? i love u. it's like u read my mind. i legit had Just thought to myself that i wanted to talk about sweet, innocent getting together stuffs ;;

i was gonna ask modern or canon but i. don’t care rn i’m gonna do both cus i feel like it lol

tbh i’ve sort of already written this w my very first fic Home and looking back i don’t think it would go Too much diff in canon hm. LOL they’re all just such oblivious dumbasses focused on so many other things they wouldn’t really notice? until all of them were so far gone it’s painfully obvious to everyone but them? bc that’s canon in my mind. cough

and then post (non-heteronormative) canon they either have to part ways for longer than normal or one/two of them gets injured and the others go into a panic realizing they can’t live with out any of them and it’s all weepy and cute and they have to try ad figure out why it feels so much different than anyone else. i legit think it could be the same for any combo as well, like. they’re all equally as gone for each other. mutual confessions go about like,

tan: wait u guys have liked me this whole time? ino: obviously, gonpachirou! headbutts are meant for attracting mates. zen: i thought his question was the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard, but actually- that was. (good thing he’s a morosexual.)

and then it gets to be all awkward and adorable not knowing what’s changed between them, where do they go from here and by that i mean zen gets to be that way. and ino gets to be completely unbothered with just a slight increase in pda once he knows that more stuff is acceptable, while tan only wants everyone to be comfortable and happy :’) he just joins ino (however unconscious ino’s effort may be) in making sure zen knows everything is exactly the same as it’s always been, he can just like. ask for a kiss now if he wants or w/e LOL

in modern, things are both more simple and more complicated. less actual danger, but more emotional and societal worries. if we’re not going with gakuen or my modern au, i actually think it’s pretty likely tanzen don’t cross paths with ino until they’re already dating after suffering thru aforementioned “got so close everyone assumed they were dating already” and zen cried about his feelings while tan told him in the nicest way possible how dumb he was for thinking his feelings weren’t mutual. then ino causes them trouble in a similar manner to canon and zen gets to be mad he finds the annoying guy hot while tan says he’s “not that bad”

zen thinks he’ll eat his words when ino gets more vulgar and handsy with both of them to bug zen even more until he realizes tan doesn’t.. care lol bc he can tell ino is holding back (he’s seen how ruthless ino can actually be in sports/p.e., this is clearly not anything malicious) but he’s also kind of a meanie and can tell it flusters zen too, he thinks it’s cute :’)

once ino starts hanging out with them like he’d been there all along tan offers up the idea of asking him out bc he knows zen would never dream of it and can tell he’s relieved esp since they’re not really familiar with those sorts of relationships outside what they’ve heard of rumors about the schools art teacher. ino is.. ino xD and accepts like it was the most obvious thing in the world that they would like him, of course, and zen gets to once again curse his attraction to himbos.

#kny headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #inotanzen #inotan #inozen #tanzen #zentan #my hcs #anonymous #love me #this helped actually #ty ;w;

[cigarettesandslushies]

destress // jd x stressed!reader

jd helps you destress from studying for midterms 

word count: 1,700 

tw: language, smut, ambiguous gender but was written for a female!reader in mind

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Note: Hello! I’m a new writing blog! I am an aspiring writer and thought it would be fun to get in some practice by writing for some of my favorite fandoms. I’ve been wanting to write JD x Reader fics for a while so I’m happy to finally be doing that. Please feel free to send in requests! This is my first-time writing smut so be gentle with me (even if JD isn’t being gentle with you). -Ellie

“Shit, did a fucking tornado hit your room?”

You didn’t acknowledge the intruder that entered through your bedroom window. You didn’t have the time to. With multiple midterms coming up that you weren’t the least bit prepared for, every second from now until then was precious.

“Not even a hello, darling?”

You could tell that a brow of his was quirked, teasing. He very well knew that midterms were next week. Though, compared to you, he couldn’t give less of a shit. How you wish you could do the same.

“JD, not now.” You warned.

He stood, appraising your midterm wrecked room quietly. Notes, textbooks, and wrappers galore decorated various surfaces, from the floor to the bed to your vanity.

He walked, watching each step as he made his way towards you. You were hunched over your desk, nose deep in one of your textbooks. Your highlighter was tapping against the wood of your desk, keeping time with the anxious bounce of your leg.

He was behind you in the next moment, resting his head against yours. He placed his hands on your thighs firmly, slowing your movements. You took a deep breath, setting your book down. Your head titled up, moving his head from yours in order to meet his gaze.

A slight smile tugged at the corner of your lips upon seeing him. God, he was such a better sight than statistics.

“Hello.” You murmured.

He matched your smile, dropping his volume to yours. “See? Now was that so hard?” He pressed his lips against your forehead. “Hello, darling. How are you? Did you miss me?”

You rested your head back against him. Your eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the warmth of his body. “No. Not even a little bit. Statistics has been the best company.”

“Oh, really? I’m going to wager that stats is fucking you pretty hard.” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Maybe even harder than you.”

“Are you challenging me? You know I always win.”

You took a deep breath. The slight smile gone from your face and replaced with a deep frown. Your eyebrows pulled together, your face scrunching to meet the stress headache growing.

“JD, you know on any other day I would want you to win. I can’t.”

“Come on, give me just an hour.”

“Bullshit.” You were quick to reply. Your eyes flew open to stare up at him. “Like we’ve ever gone just an hour. You keep me for multiple hours which I don’t have. I’m already losing sleep as it is. I promise you can keep me up some other night but tonight-“

He stepped back, grabbing the back of your chair, and spinning you to face him. “Darling,” he drawled slowly. “You’re losing it.”

You blinked once, your gaze falling into your lap as you processed his words. Your hands met your head, elbows resting on your knees as you curled up into yourself. “I know.” You spoke into your hands. “God, JD, I’m so fucking stressed. I have so many midterms to study for without enough hours in the day. I can’t fail these. They’re worth so much of my grade. It will ruin my GPA if I get anything less than-”

“Sh, sh…” he crouched, leveling himself with you. “How about we round up your teachers in an abandoned building and blow it up, hm? Would that make this all better?”

You would have laughed if you didn’t know that he was completely serious. This boy would do anything for you. He’s proved that time and time again. “Getting rid of the teachers wouldn’t get rid of the classes themselves. I’d still have to take the midterms eventually.”

“You’d at least get more time.”

“True.” You agreed. Another deep breath and you lifted your head from your hands. “I think it would just be easier for me to study. It would take time and planning to pull it off and anyway, do you want to go through a whole grieve fest at school?”

“It would make for an interesting week.”

“You aren’t funny.”

“No, I’m hilarious.” He took your hands in his, pulling you up from your seat. “Fine, no offing the teachers, but you know the more that you try to cram all that shit in your head, the more it will spill out. Breaks are healthy, recommended even.”

A finger under your chin, a thumb resting below your lip, he brought his face closer to yours. He was close, too close. You smelled his last cigarette and a cherry slushie lingering in his breath.

“Let me help you destress.” He ghosted the words over your lips. How could you ever think that you could deny him? How could you ever think that he wouldn’t get his way?

All it took was a quiet please and his hands were everywhere.

With one swift movement, JD knocked the contents of your desk onto the floor. With another, you were sitting on top of it, legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He caught your lips with his, too slow, too gentle.

You didn’t have the patience for his teasing.

You intertwined your fingers in his hair, tugging him closer. You pressed your lips harder against his, showing him your eagerness to have him, just as he wanted.

You could feel him smirk against your lips, his hands moving to undress you from the waist down.

“Well, would you look at that? For someone who didn’t want to even acknowledge me, you sure are eager to have me inside of you.”

You bit back a moan, his words touching you before he even laid a hand between your legs.

Fucking asshole and his way with dirty talk.

“Jason Dean, you’re a pain in my ass.” You replied breathlessly.

A low chuckle followed as you dragged your lips across his jawline in a sporadic series of kisses. You bucked your hips up towards him, a sign for him to hurry the hell up and take you already.

You would have been surprised if he actually took the sign instead of ignoring it and taking another direction.

“Nu uh, darling. I can’t shove my cock in you and fuck you into the desk until the wood chips just yet. With how stressed you are over midterms, I’m not sure if you can handle it. So let me loosen you up first, hm?”

He didn’t wait to slip a finger inside of you, then two, and then three. You leaned back along the desk, your elbows barely keeping you up and steady. He set a rhythm, relishing the sounds that you made for him and him alone. Whimpers, gasps, and moans alike were all tangled with his name.

He felt you were getting close. He could always tell, sometimes before you even knew. You never quite knew how close you were to falling off the edge until he was pulling away from you, leaving you empty and longing for him to fill you again.

Just like he liked it.

“JD,” you breathed shakily. You didn’t realize that your elbows had failed you early on and you were lying completely flat against the desk. You shifted your weight, lifting yourself back up and onto your elbows once more. Your eyes narrowed when you caught his gaze.

“What? Did you not want to cum on my cock after all?” He asked innocently, a contrast to the words that came from his mouth.

“God, I could kill you.”

“There can be only one killer in this relationship, darling.” He drawled, undoing his jeans. He was hard and so ready to fuck you until you couldn’t remember the population versus the sample. He hesitated, almost expecting another retort, another “you’re not funny”, but no. You weren’t going to drag this out any longer. You wanted him now.

You needed him now.

“JD, please. For the love of god, fuck me.”

He didn’t even have to ask for a please. He knew that meant there was nothing else in your head but wanting him to fuck you.

Would there ever come a time that he wouldn’t get exactly what he wanted?

“Only because you asked so nicely.” It only took a single beat, a single thrust before he was inside of you completely, barely giving you a chance to adjust to him. You let yourself fall back onto the desk, crying out his name.

The rhythm he set was faster, rougher. His fingers curled over your shoulders. His hands pushed you down as his hips pushed you up. Every thrust was met with force. He never let you move. He did the moving for you. He was in full control, using your body for his pleasure which just so happened to cause you pleasure.

A perfect match, that’s what he said, and you believed it. He knew exactly where to hit the tip of his cock to make you-

“JD, I’m getting-”

“Mmm, I can feel that. I didn’t think you could get any tighter.”

“JD-”

His lips caught the rest of your whine. His movements were sloppier now, his hands messily tangling themselves in your hair. He was close too.

As he pulled back ever so slightly, he uttered three words. “Cum for me.”

With that, you came undone and he followed closely behind. Screams and moans of ecstasy were muffled against one another’s lips. It took a few moments for the both of you to catch your breath. He waited until your breathing steadied to pull out.

He pressed his lips against your forehead. “There. That should get you through stats.”

You laughed. “It should, but is it going to get me through French?”

“Finish studying for stats and we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Let’s get you cleaned up and while you finish studying, I’ll go get you some real food. No more of this granola shit.”

He began walking towards the bathroom but stopped halfway across your room. He didn’t turn to look at you when he said:

“You’re one of the smartest people I know. I know it’s not much coming from a town full of slaves and blanks but if there’s anyone who can pass these midterms it’s you.”

He continued walking.

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[glowingbadger]

do you have anything in the ask box abt sfw + nsfw hcs w caspar and linhardt??-- if not, could i rq them pls?

Two Very Good Boys TM why have I not written more for them yet lol - especially Lin, he's a fav of mine for sure~

Also. Can I just say. Linhardt has so much Game. Like, half of his support chains end with him being like "what if we fucked and/or got married haha jk... unless?" and the other person just 👀👉👈

Caspar, Linhardt x GN Reader

SFW (nsfw below the cut)

Caspar:

- Caspar is as intense and energetic about love as he is about everything else. His feelings for you grow steadily as you work together as friends and allies, and he eventually realizes that there's a reason why he's always bizarrely excited for dull monastery chores like supply runs and patrols when he's assigned with you.

- When he finally confesses, it's in the middle of some such chore. He's been staring at you oddly as you work, until he abruptly says your name, then blurts out, "I think I'm in love with you." He practically shouts it at you, his eyes fiery and his face red. Once you work past the shock of the moment and affirm that you feel the same, he pumps a fist in the air, then laughs as he lifts you and spins you in a circle.

- He's not exactly "smooth" and doesn't have much romantic experience, but his unwavering sincerity and desire to be good to you makes up significantly for these. He's terrible at surprise gifts, since he always wants to get you something you'll love, so he'll spoil it by saying something like "So how do you feel about danishes??" right before heading to the best bakery in town. But when you thank him, wearing one of those warm, genuine smiles- he just melts, and he figures he doesn't have to be smooth or clever as long as he can make you smile like that.

- This. Man. Is a Cuddler. He doesn't like to be "mushy" in public, but he truly adores every-day physical displays of affection. He can't help swinging your hands a little when your fingers are laced during a walk through town, and if you're alone together, he just habitually has to be holding or touching you somehow. Caspar was never one to sit still for long- until he realizes that holding you to his chest while the two of you chat on his bed is completely addictive.

Linhardt:

- Oh Lin, this beautiful weirdo. For a long while, you won't get much of a love confession from him; instead, he just continuously puts himself near you. He doesn't need anything from you, and there's no pressure to keep him occupied in conversation- he just finds he's soothed in your presence. He doesn't question it until he finds himself even choosing your company over his studies or sleep. Then, for some time, he actually finds this new feeling rather disturbing.

- Finally, you're both enjoying a sunny afternoon, reading, casually chatting a bit, him dozing off periodically. In a quiet moment when you'd assumed he was fast asleep, he instead turns towards you and quite suddenly says, "If I were to tell you that I find myself quite insistent upon being near you at every possible opportunity, how would you describe that feeling?" when you don't give an immediate response, he follows this up with, "Would you consider that romantic attraction? Perhaps I really have fallen for you... hm..."

- Linhardt doesn't have much of a memory for birthdays and holidays (his mind is generally occupied with any number of other things), but you're not likely to find yourself doubting his feelings for you, nor his commitment. That's because he's very blunt about telling you. The delicate propriety of the nobility is of very little concern to him, so he feels no hesitation about placing a kiss to your lips in the middle of the (very occupied) library and telling you, "My, you are exceptionally lovely today." Before, of course, returning to his search for whatever tome he'd insisted he needs to review for his latest topic of interest.

- He is an excellent listener when you've had a stressful day or are in a bad mood. Though you will need to tell him directly if you're just looking to vent, because he's one to always think of a straightforward solution for you. But, as a creature of his comforts, Lin is wonderful at helping you relax. He'll hold you and rub small circles along your back until one or both of you dozes off- if you need it, he'll even force himself to stay up long enough to talk more, or recite some list of known crest effects until his gentle, even voice lulls you to sleep.

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Caspar:

- He likes sex intense and passionate, and has no problem "doing most of the work," as it were. You may have to guide his pace a bit, as he can get a bit too excited- but he has immense stamina, so you'll certainly be satisfied by the end. In fact, he's fully capable of cumming more than once in a night, with a fairly short refractory period, so if you're up for it, fucking Caspar can become quite a workout in its own right.

- Caspar can be pretty bitey- he loves marking you and being marked, and even he's surprised by how much he just loves burying himself at the crook of your neck, or at your chest, or your lower stomach. He's been attracted to people before, sure, but he's never known he could be so absolutely entranced by someone's body before you.

- As you'd imagine, he's pretty vocal in bed, and likes it when you are too. His pleasured grunts and moans are completely shameless, communicating exactly how incredible you make him feel. He doesn't have much of an innate sense for dirty talk, but he loves it when you talk dirty. Even simple encouragement, like "Oh, Caspar- fuck, just like that! Mmmh- your cock feels so good-!" gets his body burning to his very core. He never realized it before, but his ultimate weakness is when you can tell he's getting close, and you moan out that you want him to cum for you. It's his kryptonite, and his body shudders as a powerful orgasm takes over him.

- His cock is about average length-wise, but it is thick and very nicely veined. He's not excessively sensitive or anything, but if you manage to tie him up or force him to slow his pace in some other way, it is deliciously easy to reduce him to a whiny, needy mess. He'll buck his hips up as you tease the tip of his cock with a slickened finger, desperation in his eyes as he groans out, "Ungh, Y/N, this is torture- please, I- I want you so bad-!"

Linhardt:

- He's deeply focused and fascinated by your body, and will study you for as long as you can withstand his gentle touch. He wants to know your every single turn on, your every tender sweet spot, and wants to hear every possible way you can moan his name. Related- I've seen a lot of people assume Lin is entirely and exclusively a bottom out of laziness, and I firmly disagree. We've seen how intensely he commits himself to the things that have caught his interest, and once you're his, he's going to learn everything he can about your pleasure. He's open minded and willing to try almost anything at least once, provided it's not too strenuous.

- Lin very much enjoys exploring some less expected erotic pleasures; things like circling your fingertips with his tongue, then nipping and sucking at the tender skin, or fucking between your thighs or ass cheeks without fully entering you until you beg him. His easy self-confidence and patience make him something of an unintentional soft dom. It's not that he aims to make you whimper and beg for him before he finally enters you- it's just that he's enjoying your body so much that he doesn't feel the need to rush.

- He loves cockwarming. Lying comfortably on his side with you cradled against him and his length buried in your warm little hole- it's absolute heaven for him. He gets to relax and feel completely at ease and even a little sleepy as you hold him deep inside of you, and it's adorable when you squirm a little, trying to get his cockhead to rub into you a certain way. He gives a light chuckle and nuzzles against the back of your neck, murmuring, "Now, now, don't be impatient- aren't you comfortable?"

- He's not much of a fan of the mess that can come with sex, and resents the cleanup time required, as once he's cum, he wants nothing more than to just hold you close and let your steady breathing lull him to sleep. So, he'll generally do his best to minimize marks, or a mess of cum- though, given his method is frequently to lick you clean, who's complaining.

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[echos-newlegs]

Hi!! Can I please get wolffe with 1 and 4 smut please!!!! Thank you!!!!! 🥰

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😏 heck yeah you can- but I apologize if it’s bad. It’s nearly 1am, I’ve never written anything for Wolffe before and I started writing another story halfway through the smut??? So if you get lost, I really do apologize. I think I fixed it though. I had to reread it a good three times lmao.

A small PSA to the others who requested, I see em all and I will get to them when I can. I start a job on Thursday so stories may be a teensy bit delayed from my posting at least once a day ordeal!

Wolffe x Reader: “It’s okay, just pretend to be my date until they leave,” and “your hair is so soft...”

Warnings: Sexual content, language, female receiving, protected sex because it is frowned upon using kids as distractions during war.

You sat at the bar with Wolffe and his brothers. 79’s was slowly starting to get more crowded. You wouldn’t really mind if the moment Wolffe walked off someone hadn’t stole his spot at the bar next to you and began hitting on you. “What’s a pretty gal like yourself doing in a joint like this?” He wasn’t a clone, but even if he was one. You still wouldn’t be amused.

You were a Jedi. Trained by General Plo Koon himself. Which was how you were so close with Wolffe— yet it still took everything in you not to knock the guy next to you off the bar stool and walk out. “I’m here with some friends.” You told him, truthfully. The man snorted, and you frowned. “Where are they then?” You motioned your head to Boost and Sinker, catching a glimpse of Wolffe heading back your way. Eyes locked on the intruder in his seat.

“And him,” you spoke. Pointing off towards the commander with a small smile and a wave. The guy turned. Flashing a glare to Wolffe then looking back to you with a dopey smile. “Well, doll, if you want to hang out with a real man..” you glared. You couldn’t stand random people giving you pet names. “I’m just over there,” he pointed to a table with a few other guys. Who all looked away when you looked over.

Wolffe finally made his way over and stood next to you. Practically towering over the man. Eyes still locked on him with a look that could kill. “Is he bothering you, Cyar’ika?” He asked, then glancing to you. Gaze softening for a second. Before hardening once he looked back to the other. “Who’s this, your boyfriend?” The guy snorted, and you grabbed your drink, taking a sip to try and calm yourself down. “I’m whatever she wants me to be, now get out of my seat.” Wolffe growled, and you glanced over to him. Brows a bit raised. Smirking behind your glass and the man cowered away.

Wolffe sat next to you with a sigh, and you leaned over. Pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Wolffy.” You teased. You were the only one that was really allowed to call him that without him getting pissy. “Anything for you, general.” You snickered, watching as his face heated up a bit. It wasn’t the first time you’d kissed his cheek before, but he always acted so nervous. Even if he knew you just meant it in a friendly manor, or so he thought.

“Wolffe, don’t call me General when we aren’t on the field. I don’t like it when you call me that. Makes things feel, too formal.” You told him, and he nodded. Sighing, and glancing over to you with a small smile. “Yes, y/n.” “Better.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, watching him with a grin. Wolffe looking back to you with furrowed brows. “What?” “So you’re my boyfriend, hm?” You giggled as you watched his eyes narrow on you, then widen in realization. “I was just trying to get him to leave, I didn’t mean-“ you interrupted him by raising your fingers to his lips. “Wolffe, it’s fine.” You spoke with a small smile. “I really do appreciate it, if it weren’t for you they’d probably be waiting for me outside for when I left.” Wolffe looked back to the men at the table. Then moved his attention back to you. “Well..” he started in, “if it’s okay, just pretend to be my date until they leave?” He spoke, and you were the one to shyly look away now. “I’d appreciate that.”

You had to remind yourself throughout the night that you two weren’t actually on a date. You were just being friends. You’ve known one another since General Plo got Wolffe in his Battalion. It was nothing new for the two of you to hang out outside of work, but you wished it was more than just in a friendly manor.

You sighed, the guys had left a while ago, yet you still felt on edge. Turning to Wolffe, you tapped his shoulder to get his attention. Since he was talking to one of his brothers. You could tell he was frustrated by the way his shoulders tensed when you touched him. He quickly relaxed though once he realized it was you. “I think I’m gunna head,” you spoke, and he turned around fully to face you. “Oh okay, you want me to walk with you back to your quarters?” He asked, and you nodded. “If you could, please?” He smiled, you were one of the few that were able to make him smile by just offering softly spoken words. “Plus since you’re my date, it’s the right thing to do.” You shot the tease at him. Snickering at his signature eye roll.

You jumped from the stool, landing on your feet. The two of you, well mainly yourself. Said your goodbyes to the others left in the cantina. Then off the two of you went. Wolffe holding the door open for you, and following you out.

The two of you walked down the street a ways until you could find a cab to wave down. Climbing in and heading back for the hanger. The ride wasn’t really too long, though it was quiet. You were thinking of what you could say to him. What you could do to maybe tell him that you wanted to go on a real date sometime, but before you could. The cab was stopped and you had reached your destination. Wolffe paying the fee and the two of you climbing out and heading back for your quarters,.

You walked the halls in silence, as usual. Though you really didn’t hate it. You weren’t too fond of silence when you had so much to say all at once. “Thank you again, for tonight.” You spoke the first thing that came to mind. Once the two of you reached the door to your room. He gave you a bit of a grunt, and nodded. “ ‘f course.” He spoke, hands resting at his side. You reaching over and grabbed his one hand. Both of you watching your movement closely. “I mean it.” You spoke, the two of you catching one another’s gaze. “For a fake date, I enjoyed every second of it.”

Wolffe was practically staring into your soul at this point. You squeezing his hand, and then relaxing your fingers in attempt to let go. Thinking you upset him, but he had a firm grip on your hand. You weren’t complaining though. “I enjoyed it too,” he murmured and you bit your lip. Glancing to the side, then back to the commander. “Did you wanna come inside?” You nearly whispered, and he nodded slowly. You opening the door to your room. Then pulling the male in behind you.

He paused for a moment, and so did you. You both back in the same position you were in in the hallway. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, and your breath caught in your throat. “Yes,” you said, nodding your head along with your words. Freezing up when his calloused hand reached up to cup your face and stroke your cheek with his thumb. Leaning down to press his lips against yours.

You had been waiting for this moment for what felt like forever. You’d dropped hints, kissed his cheek, hugged him, held his hand, everything that you thought he would notice. Since he wasn’t the best with understanding flirting. It flew over his head half the time anyways.

He pulled back after a moment. His fingers moving to trace your jaw. Whimpering a bit and your eyes fluttered open. Just in time to see a switch flip in his eyes. He pressed you up against the wall. Kissing you again, though this time it was rougher than the last. You yelping into it when your back pressed against the surface. Arms moving to wrap around his neck. Moaning into his mouth when he shoved a leg in between yours and up against your warmth.

He took this to his advantage, shoving his tongue into your mouth and the two of you battled for victory. Though it was stupid of you to even try. He was winning from the beginning, and soon his tongue was roaming every inch of your mouth.

You brought your legs up to wrap around his waist. Hands moving to undo his upper armor and he helped you out. His top half now left in his blacks. As his armor fell to the floor with a clank. Now it was your turn. Wolffe pulling the little armor you wore off, and the two of you were ripping each other’s shirts off like that was your jobs.

His mouth traveled to your neck in nearly an instant. While your hands roamed his exposed chest.. Moaning when he sucked and bit down on your skin. Thankful he was leaving most of the bigger marks where you could cover them. You’d have a lot to explain to the council if they found out you were sleeping with the commander you were occasionally the general of. When Plo needed the help or was off doing something else.

You ran your fingers through his hair. Tugging a bit when he moved down to your breast. One hand squeezing while his mouth sucked. Making you squirm, especially when his mouth swapped over to the other and your ignored one was left with cooling saliva.

It wasn’t long before he was peeling you from the wall and slamming his lips back against yours while walking you to your bed. He placed you down, parting from you for a second so he could remove the rest of his armor. Which he did effortlessly. You doing the same, slipping your pants off as he did as well. The two of you left in nothing but your underwear now. Eyeing one another like you were starving and each other’s bodies were the only thing that could feed you both.

He climbed back over top of you. Eyes roaming your skin, then moving back to your face with a lust filled gave. Though he had a look of admiration as well. “We can stop, whenever you want,” he assured you, and you nodded. You knew he wouldn’t force you into anything you didn’t want, but the words were still so sweet to you. Reaching up to hold his face with your hands, and pull him down for a short kiss. Pulling back and he was chasing your lips for more. “I can assure you I’ve wanted this for longer than I’d like to admit.” You spoke, and he smirked. “Good to know I’m not alone.” He nearly growled. Beginning to trail kisses down your body once more.

You were squirming so bad. Needing some sort of friction and attention. Basically shaking as he licking and bit your skin. Panting like a dog in heat when he moved to your thighs. Now pinching along your sensitive skin. “Wolffe, Kriff, please,” you mewled. The commander smirking as he moved his fingers to lightly trace over your underwear. “Please what?” You were going to get him back for this, but right now you couldn’t think clearly. “Please touch me,” you huffed, and he listened.

He pulled your panties down your thighs, bringing his face even closer to your entrance. Arching your back when he blew against you. You were already so sensitive and you needed some form of release. Wolffe moving his fingers to rub against your folds and then up to your clit. Flicking his tongue out to imitate the same movement his finger did. Which had you unwinding. Hands moving to tangle in his short locks while your legs wrapped around his head.

He continued licking you and sucking, like you were all he wanted to eat. Fingers pushing in and out in an upbeat tempo. Your body beginning to shake as your climax started nearing, “oh Kriff, Wolffe.” You gasped, and he could tell you were close just from the shake of your voice. Pulling back and you let out a whimper. Looking up to him with a pout, and he grinned as he kneeled between your legs. “I’m not done yet,” he assured. The gruffness of his voice making you shudder.

He pulled his boxers off, and readjusted himself between you. You eyeing him for a moment, and watching as he held something between his fingers. Then slipped it over his dick. You weren’t sure how he was keeping a condom hidden, but you weren’t about to ask. You were just thankful he wasn’t about to unintentionally knock you up.

“Did you have this idea all along, or were you planning on taking someone else home.” He chuckled at that. Leaning down to kiss your cheek and press the head of himself against your entrance, making you squirm again. “I’ve had this idea for a while, but never had the chance to act upon it til now.” He murmured against your skin. Kissing your temple, then down your face to your lips as he pressed inside you. Your arms and legs moving to wrap around his body.

He was a lot to take in all at once, thankful he moved in slowly. Thankful for the kisses and sweet nothings he used to help distract you. Once you were finally ready though, you moved your hips up a bit. Nearly melting at the feeling of pleasure that coursed your body. Wolffe obviously feeling the same by the grunt and the way his nose scrunched.

His one hand held onto your hip while the other was pressed beside your head on the bed. Rocking his hips while your finger tips pressed into his back. Eyes locked on one another. Giving him a nod and he picked up the pace. The sound of skin on skin and your guys’ short and ecstatic breath filling the room. Both your eyes falling shut as your both neared the end. “Kriff-“ Wolffe grunted, and you leaned up to burry your face in the crook of his neck while his thrusts quickened. Getting sloppier and more uneven as he chased his orgasm and pushed you to your own.

You let out a small cry, muffled by the skin of his neck as you reached your limit. Your walls clenching around him was enough for him to topple over as well, letting out a cry of his own. Riding out his orgasm with a few more sloppy thrusts, before pulling out of you and rolling off of you with a groan. The two of you laying on your backs panting. Trying to live out your highs. Once Wolffe was down from his he moved to remove the condom, tying it and tossing it in the bin next to the bed. Then climbing back next to you in bed.

He lied on his side, facing you. Unsure if he should touch you or not. Both your chests still heaving and sweat was beading on your forehead still. “You just gunna.. stare at me?” You asked, turning your head to look at him, smiling tiredly as a small lop sided smile crept onto his own face. “Wasn’t sure what else to do,” “you can hold me, for a start.” You didn’t have to tell him twice.

His arms reaching out and pulling you close to his body. You pulling the covers over the both of you, since the cold was slowly staring to creep up on you. Humming a bit when his hands repay through your hair. “Your hair is so soft,” he muttered. Making you smile, kissing a few of his scars on his chest while you cured up next to him. “Maybe I’ll let you use my conditioner in the morning,” and you did. He loved it, too. Because each time he caught a whiff of the shampoo and conditioner out on the field, all he could think of was you. Which was enough to keep the commander fighting, for you.

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