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lilworms · 2 years
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can i please get some older!stepbrother!könig? please i beg if you write for that sort of thing!! (with afab reader, but they/them pronouns please!)
MDNI. STEPCEST, MENTIONS OF ROMANTIC RELATIONS WITH A STEP-SIBLING, INITIAL DUBIOUS CONSENT — DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT !! age gap [30 + 40 ], nudes, restraints, mating press.
pic cr; in picture !
i’ll proofread this one day 🥴🙏🏼
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you’ve never seen much of the dating scene, never had a committed or long-term relationship. you’ve always been one for the comfort of your own company; having a quiet night in with home-cooked food, a glass of wine and a romcom. the perfect date, so you’d say. as would most, probably. but it’s just never appealed to you — dating. you’d rather just stumble into your soulmate on the street, like they do in the movies. maybe they bump into you on accident, knocking your books from your arms, only to let out a chorus of apologies and help you pick them back up. maybe you pass each other in the park every morning during a brisk jog, eventually arranging to just meet up at his place and become running pals. or failing that, the dishy waiter (haha) scribbles his number on your receipt, cheekily doodling a winky face beside it. maybe even deducts a few quid from the tab!
but you’ve not yet had the pleasure.
which was why you agreed to this stupid date in the first place. he’s been badgering you at work for bloody mary know’s how long, leaving cheesy notes on your desk and bringing you frequent bargains (penguin bars from the staff kitchenette). eventually, you gave in to his advances, hoping he’d find you dreadfully boring, or perhaps austere under the restaurant’s ugly yellow lighting. and of course he chose italian, which meant overpriced pasta and pizza — things you could make better with nan’s tommy-k. you were rooting for a sushi bar, if he’d bothered to ask.
and as the night progressed at the speed of a baby sea turtle trying to make it to the waves, he only continued to show about as much interest in you as a moth would to a dim bulb. and dim, he certainly was. at some point you were sure a ball of tumbleweed rolled by. you spent most of the night staring at a patch of stubble on his jaw his razor had missed, even managing to count each individual hair without him noticing you’d zoned out. he spoke of his ex-lady a little too much, and a little to fondly. you’ve never been so dry.
fucker even suggested you split the bill.
and you walked home unescorted, heels clicking against the paved slabs of the footpath beneath the scarcely-lit street lamps. you’ve never felt so underwhelmed aside from the bland ravioli you had for dinner, which mister right had of course recommended. odd, given his choice of location was blindly swayed by a few 2-star reviews online.
never have you been so relieved to arrive at the dingy apartment complex you call home, stilettos announcing your return to every neighbour as you make you way up three flights of concrete stairs. upon reaching your door, what immediately catches your eye, is the slant of your welcome mat. you notice the absence of your spare key which usually lives beneath it, then. your heart hammers, chest stammering as you gently ease open your unlocked door, your own key poised between two fingers should an intruder try their luck. you’re not in the fucking mood.
but your eyes fall to a pair of familiar boots positioned neatly and perpendicularly beside your shoe rack — a jacket that emits a scent you’ve smelt before hooked onto an available peg. you sigh, no longer afraid under your own roof. you close the door behind you, using your weaponised key to lock it, before draping your coat and scarf over his. “könig?”
“in here, kleine geschwister.” your step-brother’s voice directs you to the sitting room where he’s manspreading all over your settee, socked feet crossed over your coffee table. “where have you been? it is late. and dark.”
you roll your eyes, kicking your sore feet from the nailed-coffins of your shoes. “i was having dinner.” you plop down onto the small gap that his large body leaves vacant. “nice of you to call.” the sarcasm is grumbled through an annoyance that triples once spotting he’s helped himself to one of your beers.
“i should not need to call. am i not allowed to visit?” he hooks an arm around your shoulders, chuckling as he pulls you into an unreciprocated bear-hug. “i thought you were deployed.” you free yourself from his embrace with a huff, snatching the beer from his hand and taking a sip.
“i was. i’m home now.” he frowns at your blatantly sour spirit. you’re usually very happy to see him. “did i do something wrong?” the hand that previously pinned you to his side slips to circle over the small of your exposed back, fingertips briefly breaching the hem of your skirt. you flinch from his affections, springing to your feet. “just shut the fuck up! don’t you ever stop talking?”
he’s startled, blue eyes widening and bushy brows shooting skyward to kiss his hairline. his hands rise in mock surrender as you scrub yours over your face, swiping your mascara over your cheeks in the process. he’s said all but a few sentences in nothing but good taste and with genuine interest. “shit, i’m sorry.”
but he smiles, beckoning you with a crooked finger to rejoin him. your shoulders slump as you sigh again, you’ve done that a lot tonight. and he guides you to curl into his lap, hooking your arms around the thick width of his neck where unkept hair grows down the back of it. “tell me what happened, ja? i am a good listener, you know.”
finally, someone who’s willing to withdraw their two cents.
“he was such a cheese-dick.” you grumble into the sturdy surface of his chest, his throaty laugh reverberating onto you when he rests his chin on your head. “smelt like one too.” you add, to which his laughter deepens. “oh, you poor thing. that sounds awful.” his support is meant with jest but appreciated all the same, and you can’t help but crack a smirk as he encourages your critiques.
“i do not smell bad, do i?” he asks you, booping your nose with his finger. you crunch it up, before tilting your face to nuzzle it into the angle of his jaw. you sniff the skin there — husky and so masculine. “nah, you smell like… you.” könig nods, his smile faint in the low light of the room. “as opposed to..?”
“a cheesy dick.”
“ah, a small win.”
“a win is a win.”
a relaxed silence settles between you and you snuggle further into his hold. “i’m sorry i didn’t reach out to you more.” you trapse a finger over his bicep — far bigger in comparison to your hand, or even your head. “i tried to write to you often.”
“are you saying you’ve missed me?” his assumption retains a flirtatious inflection and it thickens the atmosphere where a familiar tension obviously lingers. you scoff, lightly slapping his arm. “no way. i hate you, remember? all siblings hate their brothers. it’s, like, tradition.”
“ah, sorry. i must have gotten the wrong impression, nein? these were a little… misleading.” he rummages within his pocket to reveal two printed cards; both displaying explicit self-photographed pictures of you. one completely naked, and the other dolled up in lace and nylon.
your cheeks flush, an embarrassed heat suddenly simmering throughout your body. you’d forgotten all about those. he hums, rearranging you in his lap so your pussy cushions against his groin. “this is something you do when you hate a person?”
the photos are clearly stuck together, the remnants of a creamy, white fluid being what’s responsible. suddenly, you’re spiralling into a pit of self-hatred for your sexual involvement with a man your mother calls ‘son’. you’ve been through this destructive cycle before. one you struggled to break free from, much like this illicit affair.
his face falls when you break yourself of his grasp, straightening your ruffled clothes. “we shouldn’t. you should go, actually. i’ve had a long day.”
he frowns, skin scrunching and pupils narrowing like needle points. “what are you doing?” beady eyes follow your retreating frame, more imposing without the canopy of his sniper hood which remains forgotten on the arm of the couch. “i’m going to bed.” and it’s now that your head begins to feel weighted by a persistent ache — kind regards, barolo. “lock the door on your way out, put the key back where you found it.”
but two meaty paws find purchase on your hips, shoving you into your room. you stumble forward but he shoots an arm out, catching your wrist so he can spin you around. “my father was right about you, liebling.” the words are spat like the seed from a fruit, before his hand is planted on your chest, pushing you back onto the bed. you kick your leg out, stamping your foot against his stomach so he stops mid-stride. “what?”
“stay away from them. they’re just like their mother,” he quotes his father, lips smiling down at you. “a whore for men like us.” your face curls in disgust as he leans against your leg, causing it to bend against his chest when he crawls above you. “you told him?”
“that we fucked like rabbits before he even got to slide a ring onto your mother’s finger? oh, i did.”
you thrash beneath him, fists battering his chest. “we’re not doing this again! könig… you promised.” his lips pucker against your temple as he shushes you, hands gliding southbound to unbend your legs and lock them around his waist. “i never made such promise, maus. besides, you broke it first, nein? sending me those dirty polaroids? dirty little slut.” you whimper at the degrading words, head lulling away from his sneering mouth.
“we can’t. please, leave.”
he steers your face by the gentle grip of your chin between his thumb and forefinger, blue irises captivating you in the darkness. “is that really what you want?” he brushes his lips over yours, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip. “because i am not convinced it is.”
looks can deceive but it’s not your facade that fails to swindle him, but the wetness that seeps from your pussy — moistening the fabric of his jeans. the denim feels so delicious against your slick heat. of course you’d gone commando tonight, hoping you might score a shag; even if with that wuss you’d begrudgingly given up your friday night to.
“oh, hübsch.” the rough pad of a thick finger finds solace at your hardened clit, pinching. “let könig help you, ja? make up for that schwachsinnig who had no idea how to please you.” you mewl, hands latching to the rigid muscle of his broad back. “big brother always knows best.”
“könig, we shouldn’t.” you gasp against his soft kisses, breathing heavily between the little nibbles his teeth nip onto your lips. “the taboo aspect is what makes it so exciting.” he coerces, sitting up on his knees so he can remove his belt. “you used to be so into it, liebe. what changed?”
you swallow as he lifts your arms over your head, binding your wrists with one hand so he can fasten them together with the belt in his other. “i grew up.” your response draws a scoff from him and he grips your ankle, rolling the sole of your foot over his immense bulge. “look at what you still do to me, after all this time.” he unzips himself, freeing his cock from its cell. you unknowingly bite your lip as it springs free — it would seem he’s free-balling too. letting the goods ventilate, or whatever. his purplish cockhead slobbers over his belly button when it slaps back against his stomach — beads of pre-cum starting to meander through the brittle hairs of his happy trail and gathering at his wide base.
you wriggle, hands struggling in their restraints. fuck, you want to touch him. he smirks down at you, triumphant, before settling over you so his knees are on either side of your arms. “spit.” his mushroom tip probes at your pouty mouth, dribbling onto it. it’s an order, and you obey, collecting enough saliva on your tongue to spew onto the swollen head. not so hard, since you’re practically drooling. “good.” he praises, pumping himself with his fist to spread your spit over the girthy length of his stiff cock. you groan, licking shamelessly at your lips to steal a taste of him.
once he’s resumed his position at your cunt, he hikes your curve-hugging pencil skirt up high enough to give himself full access — a shit-eating grin stretching his mouth from ear-to-ear. “so wet. you cannot deny me, sweetling. not after seeing what is waiting for me between these thighs. scheiße.”
your heart lurches into your throat when you feel him teasing your entrance, and the callused warmth of his palms land on the undersides of your thighs, pushing your legs flush to your chest. your knees bend vertical to your shoulders, feet in the air as you feel yourself bloom for him, pussy lips parting as your cunt flutters against his weeping cock. “shit, könig—”
“shush now, schmetterling. i will go slowly so as not to hurt this pretty pussy, ja?”
not that he’s cared that much before.
and before you can say boo to a goose, he’s easing himself inside, utterly enamoured by the way your walls immediately grapple him, clinging to every ridge and vein like a suction cup. your jaw drops, mouth gaping in a silent scream as you’re forced to take just this small portion of his cock — the slimmer half of it still splitting you in half, or so it feels. you never did fully adapt to the sheer size of him.
“mein gott.” he groans, throatily. “squeezing me so tight.” and it’s taking everything in him not to empty his load into you there and then, just from the clench of your cunt around the few inches he’s so far plugged you on.
you already feel so full and you swear you can feel him spearing you far deeper than he actually has.
you mewl, toes curling and fingernails biting into the leather of his belt as he sits still within you, keeping his word that he’d go slow. and as soon as you relax around him, he sinks a couple inches deeper, watching with awe as the rim of your cunt stretches for him like a hungry mouth.
when he finally bottoms out, he leans his weight on the backs of your thighs for support, his pelvic bone knocking your clit whilst his heavy balls sit against your upturned arse. your eyes roll back, tears pooling from the burn of being impaled on such a fat cock after so long. you forgot how incomparable literally any other dick is to his. he really is naturally gifted, and knows how to put said gift to good use. god did his thing with this one.
and suddenly the sickening reality that this man is your literal step-brother diminishes into a shameless arousal, desire clouding you to the point of brain-dead delusion. “move.” the beg jumps from your throat before you can stop yourself, chest heaving and knuckles whitening. “fuck, please move.”
“now you are eager.” he chuckles, grinding his hips against yours but still refusing to thrust. “all you needed was to be reminded who good i can make you feel, ja?” the condescending accusation sends a shiver down your spine that narrows on your stuffed cunt, causing it to throb around the shaft it swallows. “not to worry.” he pats your thigh, retracting his cock from inside you ever so slightly. barely. “let me show you how real men fuck. you won’t want to waste your time on any other man again.”
true to his word, he begins a persistent rhythm, rocking into you steadily and with precision. stringy ropes of your wetness already connect your pubic bones like spider webs, but he doesn’t notice, because he’s looking at your face and ever acute expression it makes. his cockhead jabs at the gooey roof of your cervix when he fucks himself into every sweet crevice you have, knowing exactly what you like and where to look for it.
the rolling of his hips coerces the most lewd and pornographic noises from you, that they’d make a prostitute consider acting classes, and you know it’ll be a while before you can show your face to the neighbours after subjecting them to such infamy. faking your own death doesn’t seem like such a far-fetched method of avoiding the noise complaint you’re certain you’ll get. there’s nothing worse than looking into the eye of a person who’s heard you get fucked raw and nasty — one of the only things college taught you.
“that’s right. let me hear you.” his pace harshens, skin starting slap yours whilst your pussy squelches around him, white spurts of cream squirting onto his abdomen as he starts to relentlessly drill you into the mattress. “oh god, oh god—” spills from your moaning mouth, broken cries filling the brief silence of your colliding bodies when he pulls out, only to slam back in to the hilt. you’re sure his balls are bruising your arse cheeks every time they slap against them, not that it’s a problem. and your legs start to tremble, your stomach tightening when he bumps your sweet spot each time without fail.
his moves one hand from your thigh to stamp it down onto your lower belly, pressing inward as he fishes his cock within you in more thorough strokes. a strange sensation riddles your core, similar to the unpleasant stabbing of menstrual cramps. you squeal, pushing the leg he released into his sweat-damp chest. “h- ah! hurts!”
“are you going to cum for me?” he sets his sights on you, gaze languid and lidded. the blown dilation of his pupils actually make his lethargic eyes appear black, his mouth limply parted and brow furrowed with concentration. he looks utterly devastating, and you’ve never wanted to cum on something so hard. “cum for könig.” he urges when you don’t answer, still power driving into your cunny, swollen tip hitting your gummy spot whilst simultaneously applying acquainted pressure to your tummy.
“y-yes, yes i’m cumming!” you tell him, strangled. his tempo grows irregular and not as consistent, occasionally stuttering or erratically hammering. the sloppiness of it only spurs you over the edge, the whites of your eyeballs visible when they roll to the backs of their sockets, an almost painful orgasm crashing down on you.
you fall limp like a ragdoll whilst he continues to go to town on your cunt, a milky hoop surrounding the tanned flesh from where his delving cock sprouts. “fuck, i am close.” he hisses, teeth gritted and eyes squinted as he nears ecstasy. his hips stammer, before he pulls his pulsating cock from its sheath, shooting hot fountains of spunk onto your chest and stomach — twitching from aftershocks.
hypersensitive, you can’t help the spasms of your pussy as it pushes your cum from you, pouring it down the crack of your arse. you groan, unable to move as you lay in a tangle of your own exhausted limbs. “i did.” you tell him, breathless.
“you did, what?” könig frowns, tucking his softening dick back into his trousers having collapsed beside you. “i did miss you.” you admit, rolling your head to the side to look at him. “came around my fingers like a whore to the thought of you most nights since you left.”
his face lights up, eyes flitting between yours and your mouth. “is that so, klein haser?”
“mhm. i guess i do love how wrong it feels.”
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slaygentford · 14 days
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Armand's podcast chiarobscuro on obscure art history is just him speaking in a monotone for 1 hour about 1 page of 1 illuminated manuscript nd it's coincidentally number 1 trending on pods because people use it as a sleep aid. but then sometimes in the middle of it he'll say something incredibly disturbing and a cult (haha.) following starts claiming there are hidden subliminals in it which are allegations Armand never acknowledges and which people on twitter roast but reality shifters on tik tok get increasingly into. Daniels podcast by/line is beat out consistently by pod save America which is totally fine and not contributing to his alcoholism or his divorce or his psychosexual obsession with armand. he won't listen to armands podcast as a point of principle except for when he puts it on to fall asleep and then gets weirdly turned on and then pavlovs himself into arousal every time he hears armands voice. one sided psychological torture. Armand's cult (haha.) following continues to grow until lestat's podcast lestat (self-titled) filed in culture & the arts blows up and usurps him even though its an hour and a half one-man monologue about quite genuinely nothing at all, though worryingly often, his mother. and Louis? well Louis isnt privy to any of this because he has a child to raise and zones out whenever lestat starts talking about renting out a bigger recording studio for his podcast so that he can have guests on and invest in sound equipment FOR CLAUDIAS FUTURE, OF COURSE. her college fund Louis! the dividends will go toward her college fund. ahaha. what is the definition of this: dividends. Louis gets curious and listens to lestats podcast but gets distracted by recommended for you: chiarobscuro, finds it interesting enough that he doesn't fall asleep, and mentions it offhandedly to lestat after telling him lestat (self-titled) is cute. lestat is distracted by the high of being told Louis likes his podcast but wakes up in the middle of the night sitting straight up in bed when he remembers Louis said "chiarobscuro" in passing at precisely 7:46am this morning. lestat who has armand in his phone represented by the 🕴🏼emoji from college (Louis doesnt know he knows him, lestat has never once mentioned him) calls him from the bathroom at 4am and demands he immediately end his podcasting career. armand who of course answered at 4am counters that they meet in a neutral location to discuss terms. at 5am lestat and armand meet at a park. lestat rages, scaring off several sunrise joggers and their dogs. armand allows this to happen in silence and then says look across the pond. at which point lestat does and sees a bedraggled 50 year old white man plodding along with bodega coffee. you needn't worry about your Louis, says armand. I have a different project. I have been implanting subliminal messages in my podcasts in order to lure Molloy into my thrall. lestat, grudgingly impressed, concedes and stops to get coffee for the family before going back home. Louis and claudia are delighted by the impromptu breakfast and lestat is offered a special shower time reward. before disrobing, and working quickly, he hacks Louis' phone (passcode claudia's birthday) and in a fit of true selfless sacrifice deletes not just Louis' subscription to chiarobscuro, but his podcast app as a whole--damning his own podcast to never again be heard by Louis but removing armand permanently from their lives forever. he joins Louis in the shower, stunned by his own genius. perhaps he will have that worm molloy on his show in order to thwart armands plans. lestat 2 armand 0. it's almost enough to ease the burn of armand telling lestat in their audio production class in college that he's too dumb to start a podcast
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redr0sewrites · 1 month
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s. sub vox headcanons please…. i need that tv man so bad its not even FUNNY
YESSSS MY INBOX HAS BEEN LITERALLY FLOODED W SUB VOX EVER SINCE I MADE THAT POST HAHA
🥀Cw: smut, dom!reader, marking, overstimulation, praise, degradation
🥀 Pt 2 Sounding Hcs Here
🥀minors dni
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this man is a SPOILED switch
vox genuinely thinks hes a dom until he meets you, he's used to being dominant and has probably never tried being a sub
his ego gets in the way a little at first, he thinks it's embarrassing
however, once you begin to ease him into it, he's no longer embarrassed about the fact that hes subbing... hes embarrassed about how much he enjoys it
vox is so bratty, especially in the beginning
he has to trust you a lot to truly submit, and that takes time
he'll be very demanding, he'll try to touch himself without permission, he'll boss you around, he'll directly disobey commands, all in the effort of pissing you off
little does he know that you aren't giving up
PUNISH HIM. vox has a huge humiliation kink, fuck him in front of a mirror or in his monitor room where he can see himself from all anges, its so embarrassing to him and he'll probably short circuit
better yet, video tape it (w consent ofc) and play it for him later to fluster him
vox loves it when you talk dirty, hes def the type to have a voice kink
vox is also the type to be incredibly sensitive imo, and he gets overstimulated veryyyy easily bc of that
the easiest way for to you break down his bratty, bossy layer is to overstimulate him until he's sobbing
he has to really trust you tho
as much as vox likes your degradation, he LOVES youre praise
this man is constantly under stress, and is always hungry for control, so having someone else take it away from him can be very relieving for him
tell him how good he's doing, how good he's making you feel, and his mind goes all fuzzy <3
honestly once you slip into praise vox is practically GONE, he slips into subspace so easily when it comes to the overstimulating pleasure you're providing and combined with the praising? he's done for
vox always wants his hands on you, but he's so touchy and forgets how sharp his nails are, so you often have to restrain him
he likes seeing you covered in scratches tho, and also secretly likes it when you leave hickeys or scratches on his skin. ESPECIALLY when they're visible- it ties in with the humiliation kink ig, but if anyone ever noticed or pointed it out he'd prob cause a blackout with how flustered he'd get
speaking of getting flustered, vox glitches and whimpers when he moans, and his screen will often flush or grow static-y
the lights and electronics often flicker or go out when he cums, and he often cums so hard he glitches out and cuts the wifi (much to val and vels annoyance)
vox likes receiving more than giving, and LOVES blow jobs- it can be a little hard for him to give oral (lmao) but he loves bjs so so so much
theres something so pleasurable about just laying back and doing nothing but whimper and claw at the sheets as you suck him dry, and he cries from pleasure every time
VOX LOVES IT WHEN U SUCK HIM OFF WHILE HES WORKING, BUT HE NEVER ACTUALLY GETS ANY WORK DONE AND SPENDS THE WHOLE TIME SHAKING AND TRYING NOT TO THRUST INTO YOURE MOUTH
vox is also def a squirmer, like he'll shudder and whine over the gentlest touches. y'all also have to change the bedding like eveytime you have sex cuz he literally CLAWS at the sheets and moves around a LOT
simple solution? shibari
he loves/hates being tied up because its soooo humiliating and it gives you complete control
speaking of control, he finds it really hot when you're pissed or acting dominant outside of the bedroom
sometimes (alot of times) he'll try to intentionally piss you off just so you'll fuck him senseless
at the end of long work days, he either wants to be gently praised and taken care of while you both make love or fucked absolutely senseless until he can't even remember why he was upset and can only helplessly babble and whine
vox goes incoherent super easily and it only embarrasses him more that he can't get words out
he def owns a lot (and i mean a LOT) of sex toys and likes it when u use them on him
some nights he just wants to lay back while you try them all out on him
HES INTO SOUNDING AND YES I WILL ELABORATE IF ASKED <333
just the thought of u filling every one of his holes and overstimulating him from every angle makes him horny
he def will want you to use a remote control vibrator during meetings, he gets off on the humiliation
however with all of his baggage w valentino and shit, he def likes being treated sweetly too
some days he needs to get out of his head and be forced into submission and put into place, but others he needs to be pampered and praised and treated like glass
vox is much more emotional on these days and is a lot more clingy during these softer sessions
talk him through his orgasm, he'll probably start crying and let out the prettiest whimpers- he just cant help it, you make him feel so good :(
overall, he can be both super bratty and super submissive at the same time and is one kinky mf
humiliation is absolutely his biggest kink, followed in no particular order by bondage, a voice kink, praise, marking/claiming, DRY HUMPING (again i will absolutely elaborate if asked... hehe), and being put in his place
YALLLLLL IK THIS IS SO SHORT BUT I HAVE LIKE 6 OTHER SUB VOX REQS IN MY INBOX RN WHERE I WILL DEF BE GOING INTO MORE DETAILED SCENARIOS HEHE I LOVE HIMMMMM!!! I'LL PROB DO MORE IN DEPTH LIKE GENERAL HCS FOR HIM SOON WITH HIS DOM SIDE AS WELL CUZ THIS MANS THE WORLDS BIGGEST SWITCH- ANYWAYS HOPE U ENJOYEDDDD FEEL FREE TO SEND IN MORE REQS >:D
UPDATE: ELABORATION (basically pt 2 w sounding hcs) HERE
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generalsmemories · 6 months
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hiii for your event (CONGRATS BY THE WAY!!!) I'd like to request
"hey, no crying... I thought we said we wouldn't cry" with jing yuan please and thank you
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Warmth of the living
✧ jing yuan x gn!reader
✧ prompts used: "hey, no crying... I thought we said we wouldn't cry" || 1k event
✧ content: established relationship, hurt/comfort, spoilers for xianzhou storyline, we are still stuck in the jing yuan recovery era after phantylia fight
✧ a/n: istg if this man goes into the next patch half beat up and ready to intervene i'm actually sentencing him to a house arrest cause GODDAMN. in a way this can be seen as an alt version of my other fic 48 hours tbh. i just can't imagine any other scenario where that sentence specifically is used by itself than the recent events - so sorry for the same sorta events, i'll make sure it's the last one though!
NOT BETA-READ CAUSE I LITERALLY WROTE THIS ALL IN 30 MINUTES THE MOMENT I GOT SOME MOTIVATION FOR IT HAHA
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"Lady Bailu is taking care of him as we speak, [Name]. Please excercise some patience and believe in her - she's not titled the best healer of Luofu for no reason," Fu Xuan tries to comfort as you pace back and forth at the Seat of Divine Foresight - a hand massaging her temples as she looks towards the mountains of unopened scrolls needing to be read through within the day, "... If it helps, I've also foreseen that he won't be in any immediate danger. He's fine and he's going to recover."
That diviner noticed that her assurance seemed to ease you to the point you let out a long shaky exhale before sitting down at one of the steps leading to the grand desk, combing a hand through your hair for the nth time, "You haven't rested either with helping both me and Qingzu arrange documents and various meetings with the Six Charioteers. Why don't you try to take a walk outside the Exalting Sanctum?" Fu Xuan suggests, but you merely shake your head with a chuckle.
"If I leave you'll be more overwhelmed than you already are. Qingzu is even starting to pity you, lady Fu Xuan," you start, taking a deep breath in before standing up again, "Besides, if I leave the Seat, I just know I'll go running to where he is, I don't think that would help any of us now, would it?" you say with a light-hearted chuckle.
Fu Xuan didn't comment on the fact that your voice was trembling slightly as you spoke.
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You can visit the general now. Please bring me some tuskir wraps, I'm hungry.
The message was sent as you had just placed a plate of food in front of Yanqing, almost dropping the contents entirely over the table if the young lieutenant didn't notice the grip you had on it falter and catching it in time, "Woah- [Name] I was looking forward to eating your food today! What would I do if you just suddenly do something like... that..." Yanqing's words died down when he saw your widened eyes, but a quick look at the sender of the message made him let out a relived sigh, only leaning back and picking up his chopsticks, "Why not visit the general instead of staring at your screen like that? It's not like you will be able to be able to teleport yourself to his location by doing that."
Yanqing's words made you snap out of your surprise, rushing towards the entrance, "Lock up after me! And give-"
"Mimi her food, I know! Just go!"
You knew that your worry was not needed. You knew that no matter how much you worried and that no matter how many times you wished for things to go differently that day that none of it would happen, "What happens and what has happened will inevitably stay like that no matter how much you try to alter it. And if my life can ensure that the rest of Luofu can stay safe then that is ultimately the best outcome in the long run, don't you agree, dear?" is what Jing Yuan had told you after the both of you had gone through his initial plan to handle the crisis.
You knew that he was right, which was why you bit your tongue and confirmed his plan. As the general of Luofu and as an official handling the lives of the people - you both knew that his plan, although reckless would yield the best results instead of sacrificing lives where it was not needed.
You knew.
But as you stand before him in person and get a thorough look at him you can't help but wish things had gone differently that day when he came to you with a final plan - a final play.
You wished that you had let your selfish mind overtake your logical mind for a second and beg him to come up with something else. Anything that didn't involve setting himself in danger.
But you didn't, and now you're seeing the very consequences of not doing so in front of you.
His skin is paler than usual, there's bandages wrapped around his torso, his forearms and even a few of his fingers. The usual spark in his eyes are dimmed slighty. There's an air of exhaustion around him, like he's trying his best to stay awake even though he desperately wants to sleep, but his smile is still the same.
The same reassuring, convinning and gentle smile he gives you when you greet him at the Seat of Divine Foresight, when you return home after work and he's home before you and when you run into each other on the streets of Luofu. And yet you can't find yourself to smile back, your fingers tightly twisting the material of your garments while you struggle to let out a word, a sound or anything at all to even try to match his own effort to reach out to you.
But you can't, you can't bring yourself to speak, and every time you open your mouth you can only make a tiny sound that sounds like a wheeze. But before you can try to recollect yourself, your eyes widen when Jing Yuan forces himself to sit in an upright position, snapping back to reality when you hear his quiet grunt of pain.
However you're not able to tell him to lay back down again (as Bailu had instructed he does) before he grabs a hold of your hands and pulls you into his arms with quiet coos and a low chuckle, "No crying... I thought we said we wouldn't cry over things like this?" he whispers, pulling slightly back to instead cup your cheeks, thumbs caressing the few tears that had managed to fall down from your eyes with a gentle gaze.
It tears you utterly apart how your wellbeing is still his priority than his own recovery.
"That... was a different... situation," you manage to squeeze out, bringing your hands up to rub the tears away yourself.
You didn't know when the tears began to form, nor when they began to fall.
"I know I'll lose you one day to the mara, as much as you're aware that you might lose me to it as well - and that's what we promised not to cry over! We never agreed to this sort of situation!" you croak out, trying your best to stop the tears from flowing. You know it's a silly comparison - Jing Yuan would much rather die out in the battlefield protecting the Luofu and the alliance than fall victim to the curse. You know, but your selfish self won't accept that outcome - even though you know such an outcome is the best for the general of Luofu.
"I agreed to this plan of yours, yes. I also agreed knowing that you're essentially putting your own life at risk yes, but still!" you sob, raising a closed fist to lightly beat down on his already battered body, "Knowing that you still came back safe just made every possible scenario of things that could go wrong and knowing they didn't and that you're here right now- scolding me of all things for crying in relief just makes this seem more surreal so you out of everyone can't fault me for actually crying because I was preparing a starskiff for the soul-soothing ceremony in the background for aeons sake," you rasp out, ending the whole rant with a saddened chuckle.
Jing Yuan merely laughs in return, one arm wrapping around your waist while his free hand pushes your head into his chest while gently patting your head, his body shaking with his soft chuckles when he feels your tears wet his garments again, "I'm fine dear, I just need to be in bedrest for a while. I'm not leaving anytime soon, so stop those tears, okay? You know I can't handle it when you cry," he whispers, bending his head down slightly to kiss the crown of your head softly.
"Just let me cry this one out, I don't think I've cried for a good couple of years," you murmur, burying yourself further into his chest, the arms you have wrapped around him squeezing a tiny bit - making Jing Yuan let out a small yelp of surprise from the force.
He's warm, you notice. His heart is beating and you can feel his chest rise up and down with every breath he takes. You can feel his fingers run through your head, you can hear the his nonchalant commets of his observations of the room in the commission amidst the otherwise silent room. And you can feel his whole body when he shuffles a bit to rest his back to the wall while he himself tries to squeeze you a bit tighter to reassure you.
Everything indicating that he's alive for another day.
And only after that do you finally feel like you can breathe again.
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another request that had the same scenario in it!
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exhaslo · 4 months
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Hello! This is something kind of niche but I was wondering if you could write a Pornstar!Miguel x Pornstar!Fem!Reader, where he is a new pornstar and meets with her the day before their shoot. He’s like super sweet to her and they have an informal hangout/date to like be comfortable around each other. Reader tries their best to ease his worry him cuz he seems kinda shy, but the day of their shoot he’s a total freak in the sheets and it totally catches her off guard? Dirty talk, dom and all.
I love your writing so much and I know you’ll do a great job writing whatever your heart desires for this one! Thx in advance <333
No lie this sounds cute as fuck! Here we go!
Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, rough sex, dirty talk
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It was another beautiful day. You were ready to receive your next paycheck, but first, you had to help the new guy. A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you walked into a popular coffee shop. You were actually excited for this secret meetup. Normally, it was informal to meet your coworkers before a shoot, but this new guy? Oh, he was your type!
You were a pornstar. It is a long story on how you got into the business, but you were good at acting. A little too good. As you waited in line, you let out a soft sigh. While the paychecks were nice, you were really ready for something new. Cue, your manager making you a teacher and setting you up with newbies.
"Two extra shots of espresso." You muttered, trying to avoid groaning at the thought.
Despite the struggle of your job, you were eager for tomorrow. The new porn star, Miguel, was going to be your next partner. You saw his file and the man was huge and good looking. He was the one who actually asked to meet you in person. It was cute how shy he sounded over the phone.
"(Y/N)?" Miguel waves slowly, sitting in a corner table. You approached him with your drink,
"Hi, Miguel!" You said with a chirp, "My god, you're so tall."
"Sorry," Miguel went to shake your hand before immediately sitting down towards your comment.
You sat across from him, admiring his features. The man chose to become a porn star than a model? He was going to be an instant lady killer! Hopefully his acting was decent.
"Thanks again for meeting me. As you can tell, I'm a little nervous with this being my first shoot and all." Miguel said. You smiled,
"It's no biggie. It's kind of fun breaking the rules like this. Why don't we just chat about ourselves, get more comfortable with each other? I'm sure it will help you out a lot." You offered.
Miguel took the suggestion and the two of you spoke for hours. There was a chemistry there and you sensed it. You were disappointed when you had to leave for the night. Miguel parted ways with and kiss to your hand. He was such a gentleman! You were already imagining the slow and soft sex he was going to give you tomorrow.
It would be different for sure, but you were looking forward to it. Hopefully, Miguel won't disappoint you like all of your other coworkers. It was frustrating to work in the porn industry, but could never cum in your own videos. You always had to fake an orgasm and pleasure yourself later.
"Let's not think of the negative! Just...look forward for tomorrow," You told yourself.
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"Alright, you know the rules. First shoot, newbie gets to pick the theme. We will go from there afterwards," Your manager called out to the crew.
You glanced at Miguel, seeing him nervously look around, "Hey, it's going to be okay. I promise I won't bite, unless you want me too."
"Haha," Miguel smiled towards you, "Is it okay if we do something simple?"
"You get to pick. Why not something that will get you in the mood?" You suggested and showed him the costume room, "Is there something you want to see me wear?"
Miguel looked around, his eyes sparkling at some of the outfits. He glanced back at you,
"I know what I want to do."
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"Mhm~ I don't have any money for this massage~ Is there any other way I can pay you?"
You laid against a soft bed, spreading your naked legs apart. Your gaze towards Miguel as you slowly rubbed your own clit. Miguel had chosen a massage sex scene. Something where he could feel your body to get you prepped. How kind and generous of him. You hummed sweetly, faking a moan as you dove your fingers towards your hole.
"No money? That's fine, I'll just have to massage one more place before you can leave."
You're eyes widen as Miguel removed his pants. He hovered over you, stealing your lips in a forceful kiss before his hands roamed your body. You pressed yourself against him, your hand heading towards his cock. Miguel grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head before growling lowly,
"I'm giving the massage. Not you, chica (girl)"
For once, you felt a shiver run down your spine. What happened to the shy man from yesterday? You're eyes widen as Miguel's fingers started to enter your pussy. He started with one, stretching you out more than some of your coworker's dicks. You raised your hips slightly, wanting to help him get more access, but once again he pinned you down.
"Tsk, tsk, do you come onto all your massage therapists?" Miguel spat lowly, "Being such a slut?"
You shivered once more to his cruel tone. He sucked against your breasts while another finger entered your pussy. Miguel's fingers were wandering around your gummy walls, searching for that sweet spot. This was different. You're eyes widen once he curled his fingers, making you moan for real.
"That's right. Pay your bill in full." Miguel whispered.
You gasped lowly as Miguel pumped his fingers against that spot. He removed himself from your breasts, keeping you held down. His thumb pressed against your clit, causing you to squirm under him. Miguel just kept making eye contact with you. It was as if he wanted to watch you break because of him.
"What a slutty face. You like this kind of massage right?"
"Y-Yes." You whimpered, feeling your body burn with pleasure.
This was actually happening. You felt a tight knot growing in your lower abdomen. Miguel's fingers only went faster. It wasn't long until he entered a third finger that really made you break. You arched your back, moaning and whining as he wrecked your pussy with just his fingers alone. With one more curl, you finally felt that tight tension burst.
"You're getting my work area dirty, that's going to cost extra."
You were panting softly from your intense orgasm. Miguel withdrew his fingers, causing you to shiver slightly. You were feeling the need, the want. Your pussy was throbbing and begging to be filled. Miguel was the first person who actually made you cum. You gasped, forcing a smile as you saw him position his dick right against your folds.
He was fucking big! You spread your legs, teasing your entrance for him. This was just part of the job. Miguel grunted as he grabbed your legs, placing them over his shoulders. He bit against your inner thigh before pushing his dick inside you. You whimpered, arching your back as you pretended to be fine.
Miguel's dick was stretching you out. This was a first. His dick felt hot and strong. Once he was fully inside you, Miguel pinched your clit, causing you to moan and whine. He smirked, pounding the life out of your pussy, breaking you down even more.
"So fucking tight. You don't get much exercise here, do you?" He mocked.
You moaned in response, focusing a little too much on how good this felt. His dick beating against your pussy with each rough and wet slap of his hips. His tip kissing your cervix each time, threatening to remind you that this was his moment. You were his fuck toy. You whined, your eyes nearly rolling back as Miguel rubbed your clit again.
"You're going to have to come back. I'm going to have to remind this pussy that it owes me payment." Miguel grunted as he went faster.
You felt your growing orgasm once more. Miguel held your body down against the bed, pressing his dick further inside you. Your mouth formed an 'o' as you started to see stars. Whimpers and moans were all you were able to say as you cam hard against his dick. Even after a second orgasm, you still could not believe that this was happening.
"That's a good fucking sign. My little slut is finally relaxing," Miguel spat as he griped your hips tightly, cumming inside you.
Your body trembled as you felt his hot, sticky load fill you. With a pop, Miguel pulled out, leaving your pussy a mess. A mixture of your juices and his cum pouring out of your abused hole.
"Cut! Good job (Y/N), Miguel! I think that's going to be a killer!" You managed yelled out.
"Are you okay?" Miguel asked as he helped you up. You panted softly, regaining your composure,
"Y-Yeah,"
"I didn't go overboard, did I? You're not hurt?" He kept asking, giving you a towel to wrap yourself with.
"You did amazing. I'm the opposite of hurt," You told him as the two of you walked towards the showers, "In fact, you did something none of my other coworkers could do."
"I did?"
"Yes, and I would love to be your partner for ongoing shoots. If not, then...maybe we can meet outside of work?" You whispered the last part to him, feeling slightly embarrassed. Miguel just smiled,
"I would love that."
You watched Miguel enter the shower first, wondering to which part he agreed to. Unsure, you followed him into the shower, still daydreaming about his dick.
You found out afterwards that Miguel agreed to both.
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I hope you liked it!!! Not really sure how porn videos actually work, haha
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moonstruckme · 5 months
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Hey! I absolutely adore your work :D If you wouldn't mind, could you maybe do poly!Marauders x GN!Reader who is having/had a panic attack? So they're just really exhausted and anxious, but our boys are taking care of them? If not, don't worry haha
Thanks lovely <33
cw: panic attack aftermath, anxiety
poly!marauders x gn!reader ♡ 752 words
You’re slick with sweat, and yet you can’t stop shivering. James’ hand is steadfast on your back,  fingers spread wide as he drags it up and down your spine. Somehow he knows to apply a good amount of pressure, grounding you here on your living room floor. 
“I’m okay,” you say, to yourself or them, you’re not entirely sure. You take a big, shuddering breath, your lungs aching like an overworked muscle as they expand. “Sorry about that. I’m okay now.” 
“You don’t have to be.” Sirius matches your quiet tone, sitting with his legs crossed under him on the floor in front of you. “Take your time, baby.” 
Remus stands from behind you on the couch, disappearing into the kitchen and returning a minute later with a glass of water. He sets it down in front of you.
“Only drink it if you want,” he says. 
You nod, and you do want, sipping at the cold water and relishing the feel of it in your sore throat. You let out a breath when you finish, setting the glass atop the coffee table and leaning sideways until your head hits James’ shoulder. 
Your boyfriends are being quieter than you would’ve expected. Certainly quieter than they had been when the attack came on, Sirius and James launching questions at you rapid-fire and scrambling to find out how they could help before Remus had shushed them harshly and given you the environment you needed to calm yourself down. You’re sure they’re still brimming with questions now, but they’re patient enough to put their curiosity on hold, just sitting with you while you will the tension in your muscles to ease and your heart to beat at a normal pace. 
“Tired, sweetheart?” James murmurs, hand following the curve of your spine from your tailbone to where your neck meets his shoulder. 
“Yeah.” It comes out a sigh. 
Remus hums. “Your body just went through a lot,” he explains, more for James and Sirius than for you, you think. “Do you want to lie down, love?”
You nod, and Remus reaches down to steady you at the elbows, helping you up. You’d like to think he’s being excessive in his cosseting, but your trembling worsens as you stand. Your legs feel made of rubber underneath you, and you waste no time sitting down again on the couch. 
Remus gets up to make room for you, and you spread out, trying to convey to your body that the danger has passed. You cover your eyes with your hand, pinching the bridge of your nose in an attempt to quell the headache you feel coming on.
There’s a gentle whoosh of air, and then a soft, heavy blanket settles over you. You open your eyes to find James tucking it around your feet, and you send him a grateful smile. 
“Sorry about that,” you say again, though you know they don’t want to hear it. You just aren’t sure what else to say. “Thanks for helping me through it.” 
“Anytime, angel.” James gives your feet a little squeeze through the blanket. If you weren’t so exhausted you’d probably be a lot more embarrassed about that. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for, you know. That seemed…really scary.” 
You nod, because you don’t know what else to do. It was. It is. 
“Is there anything else we can do to help?” Sirius asks, and you’re both touched and heartbroken by the worry in his voice. 
“Thanks.” You give him your most reassuring smile. It’s a small, feeble thing, but hopefully enough to comfort him a little. “Actually, do you think you could wake me up in a little while? I just…it’s sometimes hard for me to sleep the first night after a panic attack. I don’t want to make it worse by napping all day.”
Sirius flashes a smile. It’s maybe half its usual wattage, but it’s something. “Sounds good, sweet thing.” 
You look between your boyfriends, feeling awkward and a little bit dramatic for the past hour’s events. You can’t decide whether to apologize or thank them again, but Remus seems to see the words warring on the tip of your tongue. He reaches over to brush some hair from your face, his knuckle stroking gently down your cheek. 
“We can talk about it after you wake up if you want to, love,” he says. “Just get some rest for now, yeah?”
You nod, snuggling into the blanket and closing your eyes. 
“We’ll be here when you wake up.” 
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theemporium · 7 months
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hiii, i’d like to request a poly maxiel after danny’s crash in zandvoort - max has to finish the practice and focus on the gp so it’s only the reader that accompanies danny to the hospital and then to spain for his surgery, but max is obviously stressed because he can’t be with danny and you (even though they keep in touch through messages and facetimes) but as soon as he can, max joins his partners in spain and they celebrate max’s win a little to cheer danny up and take his mind off his injury maybe?
i’m not sure about the ending but something like this would be nice if you’re okay with writing this🙈 but it’s also totally understandable if you don’t want to write this! either way, thank you for hearing me out!😇
btw, i love your writing and i also love poly!f1 so this is a match made in heaven for me haha! thank you for sharing your amazing stories with us and i hope you’re feeling a lot better soon🫶
ahhh thank you thank you!! you're so sweet omg🥲also i didn't know how to end this either but thank you for requesting!🫶🏽
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Max shouldn’t have felt so on edge when he was the one who insisted you go with Daniel.
He had been notified over the radio when the crash had happened. The second Daniel’s name was uttered, he felt his heart rate spike. He caught glimpses of the crash through the massive screens around the track but nobody was giving him details on how he was, what had happened, if he was going to be okay.
It wasn’t until he was back in the garage after the practice session that he started to mangle the details out of people. You had joined Daniel at the hospital, sending Max a quick update on what was going on and what happened. You told him you would send any updates on his condition.
He didn’t think he was able to take a proper breath until you and Daniel returned to the paddock, this time with a cast on the latter’s arm.
Max could see the conflict in your eyes, so he made the decision easier for you. He told you to go to Spain with Daniel, to be with him during the surgery and the recovery. 
You had insisted that it was his home race, that you should stay with him to be there when he breaks the record. But Max had just smiled and told you that Monza would be where he would break the record, and you would be there for him. 
Daniel needed you right now, more than he did. 
So, you eventually gave in and took Max’s jet out to Spain to meet with the doctor who would be doing his surgery.
It wasn’t like he was totally cut off from you both. He had received a handful of messages—some of them updates, some of them just nonsense—in the group chat that had the three of you in it. Any time he wasn’t in the car or in front of a camera, he had one of you on facetime so he could be there for Daniel in some way too.
But it didn’t ease the tightness in his chest. He felt on edge, he felt off without the two of you by his side and he didn’t like it.
The race was more than chaotic enough to keep his mind off everything until he passed the checkered flag. The second he was climbing out that car behind the number one spot, his mind was on you and Daniel once again, his fingers itching to be close enough to hold the two of you again.
The second his duties for the race weekend were over, Max was catching the first flight out. He didn’t care about anything else. He just needed to be with the two of you again, even if it means skipping his own celebrations. 
“Hey, stranger.” 
The heaviness in his body left in seconds as soon as he stepped into the hospital room, seeing Daniel grinning on the bed with you sitting on a chair beside him. He rushed over before he could stop himself, being careful of Daniel’s arm as he pulled him into a hug.
“Are you okay?” His words were slightly muffled from where he had shoved his face against Daniel’s neck.
“I’m all good, I promise,” Daniel murmured.
Max then pulled away and instantly tugged you from your chair, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you close like you were seconds away from disappearing. “And you?”
“I’m good too, baby,” you laughed softly as you hugged him tightly back, knowing very well that this was what he needed. “Congratulations, champion.”
“Nine in a row, huh?” Daniel wiggled his eyebrows. “Almost reminds me of that time—”
You lifted your head to shoot the boy a glare.
The Aussie grinned. “Never mind.”
Max laughed, something he didn’t like he had been able to do since both you and Daniel left Zandvoort. “I don’t care about the record,” he admitted with a shake of his head. “I’m just glad I’m with you both again.”
“Awww, our little softie,” you cooed as you jokingly reached to pinch his cheeks.
“Yeah, yeah,” he laughed as he grabbed your hand before intertwining your fingers together. “Whatever, we can celebrate in here.”
Daniel raised his brows. “You smuggle a bottle in here?”
Max grinned. “There’s many ways to celebrate without champagne.”
“Absolutely not,” you snorted. “Not in a hospital room, guys. Have some decency.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Daniel grinned.
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darkmuffinstudios · 6 days
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Thought of a kinda silly Criller/Kross AU where Cross defects from Nightmare's gang and joins Dream's- only for their party to later capture and hold Killer prisoner. The others wanna kill him for his crimes, but Cross (And, deep down, Dream) convinces the others that Killer can change.
Something something they start Killer on the path to be reformed, to which *eventually* Killer gives in and actually starts doing (totally not because he loves Cross or anything haha)
I feel like the whole AU would be filled with small moments between Cross and Killer, like Cross teaching him about gentleness- and how hard it was for him to learn it too.
I think Killer slowly, over time, starts to get used to life with the others and starts being better and better. He's still Killer- that much can't really change- but that small sliver of himself, the past self, yearns for a kind of peace he's never had before.
I think eventually, the two would also help mend things between Nightmare and Dream. Despite Killer warming up to Dream after so many years of hatred, I think his loyalties still lie with Nightmare. He's been through and seen lots of stuff over the years he's probably worked with the guy, so he's probably the only one in meetings or normal chat that actually defends him.
And I think Dream eventually recognizes that and starts quietly coming to him with advice for his brother, which causes the two to bond and disnxjdkxnxuf
I think Dream would be a little sad he missed the Nightmare of recent years, and I think Killer feels bummed out he couldn't help the Nightmare from the past.
Think there would also be a time where Cross sometimes relapses into old habits which the others scorn and scold him for, and Killer is the one which stands up for him and knows how to handle it (since he's probably seen it all the time, in a worse form, back when they both worked for Nightmare). Same thing if it was reversed the other way- Cross easing tensions between everyone and making sure Killer's alright.
I don't know, I just feel like no matter where they are, they get each other the most. They may have had different pasts, different circumstances, different everything- they're still so much alike. That can cause them to butt heads sometimes, sure, but I feel like they understand despite the fighting.
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sixpennydame · 7 months
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SAILOR PLS LEVI WITH
“11. “Louder. Let me hear you.”
Lourdes, my love, I hope you like this. ;-)
Make You Feel My Love
Husband!Levi x Fem!Reader
C/W: NSFW, Minors do not interact! softdom!Levi, caring Levi (but he has a mouth on him, haha), body worship, oral (fem receiving), reader has body issues
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You had a hard time loving yourself.
Every flaw and and imperfection felt ten-fold, your inadequacies in a constant loop in your head: not pretty enough, not smart enough, not strong enough. You could tear yourself apart better than any titan could.
Levi, on the other hand, loved everything about you. And it pained him when he saw you succumb to one of these negative spirals.
He could tell you were having one of those mornings; the way you were throwing every outfit you tried onto the floor, how your eyebrows knit into a scowl every time you looked in a mirror.
You pace the bedroom in your underwear until Levi grabs your hand and pulls you toward him. “Hey…what’s wrong?”
“Just…nothing looks good. I hate my body.”
He wraps his arms around your waist as he stands behind you. “That’s ridiculous. You’re beautiful.”
You scoff. “You have to say that. You’re married to me.”
“I don’t have to do anything.” He starts kissing your shoulder. “Nobody makes me do anything unless I want to.” His hands move from your waist to your breasts. “And right now, I want to fuck my beautiful wife.”
“Levi…I have to get ready for wor..” your comment is cut short when he slides his fingers in your underwear and starts rubbing your clit.
“Do you know how much you turn me on every goddamn day? It’s embarrassing how much I think about you.” He rubs your clit in circles, then eases his finger inside you. “I could barely concentrate in a meeting the other day with Erwin because I was thinking of touching your body…grabbing this ass..” His free hand quickly unclasps your bra and it falls to the ground. He kisses your neck and shoulder, his hands moving down to your buttocks.
Your eyes are closed, refusing to look in the full-length mirror that is in front of you. “Open your eyes,” he coaxes. Levi has his hands all over you as he speaks softly in your ear. “Look at how beautiful you are.”
You shake your head, then nuzzle into his neck. “Oh Levi..”
“Listen to me,” he says, changing his strategy as he lays you on the bed, caging your head on either side with his arms. He kisses you deeply, and he can already feel you relaxing into the moment. “I love your body - every curve…every dip…”
Levi's never been good with words, but he wants you to know how much he loves and desires you.
He starts kissing down your neck, stopping at the dip between your neck and collarbone. "This...I love this part..." his tongue licks you there and your breath hitches. "..so sensitive.."
He then moves down to your chest and takes one of your breast into his mouth, while his hand massages the other. He sucks on your sensitive nipple, the arousal causing them to point erect. "Your fucking breasts..they're perfect."
You drape your arm over your eyes, a blush growing over your cheeks from the praise and from your arousal. "Levi, I'm not.."
He sucks hard on the underside of your breast, causing you to gasp. "I don't want to hear any of that right now. You're gonna listen to me."
His mouth continues its journey down your body, praising each part. He lifts up your leg and drapes it on his shoulder, his hands caressing your thigh. "You're so soft. I never understood how anyone could be this fucking soft." His lips meet your inner thigh, your breath speeding up as he nips and kisses on the sensitive flesh. By the time his mouth gets to your sex, you're already wet and throbbing. Just the sight is enough to make Levi cum.
"You're like a goddamn work of art."
He starts licking up the slick between your folds, and your back immediately arches. The friction of his tongue against your clit makes you moan, and when he starts sucking the delicate area, your hands fist the sheets below you. He knows you like the back of his hand - every twitch of your muscles, every moan and sigh; he knows you're getting close.
So he stops. Your head shoots up to look at him. "Do you understand now, how beautiful you are?"
"Yes..." you breathlessly whisper.
He dives back down between your legs, his finger pushing inside you while his tongue sucks on your clit once more. "Louder. Let me hear you," he stops to say, but his finger keeps going.
"I-I'm beautiful..." you acknowledge, louder and more confidently this time, "you make me feel beautiful."
"That's my girl." He lifts up to kiss you, his eyes shining with love and adoration for you - a look only you know.
Your hands move down to the waist band of his pants. "I might need some more encouragement, though."
He smirks as he pulls off his pants. "I think I can manage that."
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mari-writes · 12 days
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At summer training camp in her second year, Yachi Hitoka notices a small, heart-shaped Pride pin on Akaashi Keiji’s sports bag.
She spends the first two days of camp agonizing if she should say something. Is it appropriate? Would Akaashi be weirded out? How does one casually initiate a conversation with a fellow gay?
So far Yachi has only told two people: a cousin, and her former crush/mentor, the incomparable Kiyoko Shimizu. She’s chatted with people online, but always anonymously.
The thought of coming out to someone new is terrifying.
But Akaashi, and really the entire Fukurodani Volleyball Club, have always been approachable. Yachi recalls running into Akaashi and his ace, Bokuto Koutarou at Nationals. They were so kind, easing her worries and doubts during an intense match. Despite being just as tall and intense as the other athletes Yachi regularly met, she never felt intimidated by the pair.
And so, she now finds herself peering nervously around the corner of the Ubugawa gymnasium to where Akaashi, now captain of Fukurodani, stands. He’s staring down at his phone, his bag casually slung over one shoulder. The rainbow pin gleams under the midday sun.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, Yachi approaches. As she does, she sees that Akaashi is smiling. It’s subtle, just a slight twitch at the sides of his mouth, but it’s noticeable. She wonders vaguely what he’s looking at on his phone.
She chides herself for being nosey.
Akaashi hears her shuffling and looks up. “Ah, Yacchan.” He politely tucks the phone away. “Good evening.”
“Hello, um, hi, Akaashi-san!” Yachi stammers. “H-how are you?” She winces at her own awkwardness.
“Doing well, thank you.” He nods politely. “And you? Are you staying cool? Hydrated?”
“I’m okay!” Yachi bows back. “But yeah, it’s so hot out today!”
“You’re not a summer person, then?”
“Not at all!” She groans. “I feel like I’m melting!”
Akaashi chuckles. “You sound like Bokuto. He abhors the heat, especially when it’s humid as well.”
Yachi grins. “How is Bokuto-san doing? He’s at Central Sports University, right?” She assumes Bokuto keeps in touch with his old teammates.
Akaashi hums. “Moving from home was a big change, but he’s happy. His new team is a good fit.”
“I’m glad.” Yachi reaches down to fiddle with the hem of her t-shirt, unsure. She feels like she’s about to dive off a cliff, not knowing if there will be a net to catch her. Her anxious gaze shifts, and now the pin is in direct line of sight, as if taunting her. How can she bring it up?
“Yacchan?”
Yachi flinches, realizing she had been staring at the pin for a few beats too long. When she meets Akaashi’s gaze, he looks uncertain. Oh no! Does he think she has a problem with it? “Sorry!” She cries, arms waving frantically. “I didn’t know what to say, because… um, I saw it and I just…”
“This?” Akaashi’s fingers wander across the bag’s canvas and to the pin’s enamel surface. He taps it with one of his perfectly filed nails, lifting an eyebrow curiously.
Yachi swallows down her fear. “Yeah! It’s nice! Um, I’d like to find one for my book bag!”
Akaashi looks mildly surprised, but his face softens quickly. “I see.”
“Haha, yeah…”
“So.” Akaashi clears his throat. “You’re…”
“Yeah!” Yachi says again hands tighten into fists excitedly. “I’m gay!” Her ears burn in embarrassment as her companion bites his bottom lip, trying not to laugh at her outburst.
“Well, thank you for sharing that with me, Yacchan.”
Yachi releases a shaky breath, grinning back nervously. For a while they are silent. Cicadas buzz above, gym shoes squeak on hardwood nearby. She wonders if Akaashi is feeling the same sort of content relief at finding another queer person to confide in.
“When did you know?”
“Huh?” It takes a moment for her to discern Akaashi’s question. “Oh! Um, well. Back in first year, I had a crush on someone, but at first I didn’t know it was a crush!” She recounts the clarity she experienced, when she finally understood her feelings. It was like everything suddenly shifted into focus.
It had been hard, accepting that Kiyoko couldn’t return her feelings. But she is forever grateful for the older girl—for her influence, kindness, her support when she came out.
“How are you doing now?” Akaashi asks kindly, causing Yachi to relax further.
“Well, I’m glad I know who I am! But now I basically fall in love with every pretty, nice girl I meet!” She sighs. “It’s tiring!”
Akaashi chuckles. “I suppose I can’t relate exactly. I’ve only ever had feelings for one person.”
Yachi leans in curiously, waiting for her companion to continue on his own. She doesn’t want to pry.
“I always found guys attractive,” he says finally. “But when I came out in middle school, my parents told me to keep it to myself. They said I’d ‘grow out of it,’ so it wasn’t worth acting on.”
Yachi frowns. “I’m so sorry, Akaashi-san! I, um, think my mom will be supportive when I tell her. I’ve heard her talk positively about the marriage equality movement…”
Akaashi’s eyes crinkle as he smiles. “I’m glad to hear. But remember, even if she doesn’t, you will find people who support and love you. I found that at Fukurodani. In fact,” he reaches into his pocket. “Let’s exchange numbers. If you ever want to talk, contact me. Bokuto, too. Anytime.”
A surge of affection hits Yachi. It’s overwhelming, how it wells up inside her, through her heart and into her throat. Not since Kiyoko had she felt so seen by another person. “Thank you,” she croaks, blinking furiously. (She is not crying. She’s not!) “Wait,” she says, realizing what Akaashi had said. “Bokuto… I mean, is he also…”
Shyly, Akaashi nods. “I’m sure he’d be okay with me telling you. Bokuto is bisexual. And, well…” His voice lowers slightly. “He and I… we’re together.”
Yachi feels like she might fall over at the news. Akaashi and Bokuto, two of her favorite people in the entire world, are dating? Incredible!
“That’s wonderful!” She cries, hands pulling into fists  in excitement. He chuckles, sharp cheekbones going pink. 
“Thank you. I… have to agree...”
From then on, Yachi and Akaashi grow closer. They spend time together at training camps, keeping in touch in between. They end up at the same university and often meet up to study together.
Yachi confides in Akaashi and Bokuto, who give her advice before she comes out to her mom. They encourage her to ask out a girl in one of her classes, celebrating when she gets her first date.
Over the years, Yachi meets many other queer people who become incredibly important to her. But she never loses touch with Akaashi. The connection they made that one summer day in high school remains a defining moment in her life.
She’ll forever be grateful.
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Thanks for reading! I wanted to expand this for A03 but as usual these days, I lost the motivation. I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless! Please REBLOG and/or REPLY if you did. 🥰❤️ Thanks for your continued support!
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to you, i'm just a man (to me, you're all i am) part three | joel miller x reader
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Joel Miller x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3604
Summary: You find yourself in trouble with David and his people, and you decide to sacrifice yourself for the ones you love the most.
Note(s): Okay, you guys are gonna hate me but I decided to make it four parts as, once again, the third part became too long, but I promise, the fourth will be the last part! I hope this sets you up for the grand ending we are all waiting for haha! Thank you for all the support! And as always feedback is appreciated, but please be respectful! Please give me any (detailed, please!) requests in my inbox or comments if you have any, I would love to hear them! Thank you so much for reading! ♡
Taglist: @wonwoosthetic @paleidiot @orcasoul @slut4mascss @paqerings @missladym1981
✮˚. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆。˚,
Fiery orange embers adorned the stack of logs before you. David sat just behind them, opposite you, while the lifeless form of the prized buck lay on the floor, maintaining the distance between you and David.
"You weren't kidding about being a good shot," David complimented, rubbing his hands together by the fire he had made in the centre of the abandoned shack where you two had taken shelter while waiting for James to return with the medicine. "You must've had a lot of practice with a weapon like that, huh? Someone in your group teach you?"
You, for one, did not appreciate his attempts at small talk and straightened up, keeping your rifle balanced on your lap, aiming straight at him just in case. You rolled your eyes slightly, keeping an eye out for the other man, James, in case he tried to sneak up on you.
"You're not one to trust easily; I get it. I've been there." He nods, and you narrow your gaze back towards him. His attempt to relate to you did little to ease your skepticism. The flickering flames danced across his face, casting shadows that only deepened your suspicion. He let out a breath. "Do you believe in God?"
You let out a scoff of disbelief that he was asking you that question.
"I know, I know," he chuckled. "Weird time to find religion, especially with it being the end of days and all, but I've... I've seen and felt things—things that cannot be explained. It's like there's a force out there guiding me and protecting me." He notices your unamused expression and shrugs. "Call it what you want, but I choose to believe in God and his will, and by acclaiming that faith, he has shown me that everything happens for a reason."
An odd chill that isn't just the breeze of the cold wind rises on your skin, multiplying the goosebumps by a hundred. You shift uncomfortably in your seat.
"Like us, meeting in the woods today—maybe, just maybe, our paths crossed for a good reason. Perhaps our meeting was for a greater purpose."
You raise your eyebrows, yeah right. "What, like some divine intervention?"
David nods, his eyes filled with a glimmer of excitement that unsettles you to the core. "Exactly. Like some sort of divine intervention. Call it coincidence if you will, but I believe there is a plan in motion, and our meeting is a part of it. Maybe we are meant to help each other in some way. It may sound far-fetched, I know, but sometimes life surprises us in the most unexpected ways."
An exasperated sigh passes your lips, and it is evident that you are not playing into David's hand by opening up to him.
He clears his throat, sitting up, and this grabs your attention instantly, your hands tightening once more on the rifle. "I can prove it to you, if you like."
"Prove what?"
He smiles and gestures aimlessly: "I can prove that everything happens for a reason, that you and I were meant to meet each other this way."
You gaze back at him with a stoic expression, clearly unamused by the direction of the conversation. However, beneath the surface of your irritation, a subtle pulse of unease begins to intensify, growing more palpable with each passing second in this man's presence.
David leaned in slightly, his gaze never leaving yours, as if trying to imprint his words on your mind. "You see, we didn't expect this winter to be so cruel. Nothing'll grow. The game's been hard to find, but I'm sure you know all about that." He paused, letting the weight of his words linger before continuing. "So I sent four of our people to a nearby town to scavenge what they could."
A shiver ran down your spine, and you tightened your grip on the rifle, sensing there was more to this story.
"And only three of them came back." David's eyes gleamed in the flickering firelight, his voice taking on a sinister edge. "The one who didn't make it was a father. A man with a daughter, just a teenager. Can you imagine the pain of losing your father in these times?" He let the question hang in the air, studying your reaction.
Your heart raced, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach as your thoughts unconsciously wandered to Ellie and Joel.
"You see," he continued, leaning back slightly but maintaining an unsettling gaze, "it turns out he was murdered. Murdered by this crazy man."
Another heavy pause lingered in the air, his words sinking in, and you could sense the direction this conversation was taking, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up.
"And get this." David's tone took on a chilling cadence. "That crazy man was traveling with a little girl and a woman that looked just like you."
In a swift motion, you rose to your feet, rifle poised, and aimed squarely at him, your finger coiling around the trigger.
A contented smile painted itself across his face, and he playfully shook his head in amusement. "See? Fate has a way of guiding us."
Your heart raced, a symphony of adrenaline orchestrating its frantic beats as the thought of Ellie having to defend herself and Joel against who knows how many of those men right now consumed you. "You've been watching us all this time?"
David casually brushed aside the notion with a nonchalant shake of his head. "No, not at all. Just you, just today, just by chance. You see, it wasn't planned, but here we are nonetheless."
The panic inside you was something you hadn't felt in a long, long time. You felt utterly terrified, though your tone was angry as you gritted out, "Where the fuck is your friend? If he's so much as—"
David's eyes glinted with calculated charm as he interrupted your brewing anger with a sly smile. 'I told you, we are not here to cause you or your little girl any harm. We can protect you, both of you. Isn't that right, James?'
You turn rapidly, only now noticing James standing in the doorway, rifle raised and trained on you. You wish you'd had the common sense to remove the bullets when he left. Taking a step back, you aim the rifle back at David but keep your eyes trained on James. "Shoot me and I'll take your fucking preacher down with me."
James glares back at you, though his hold on the rifle is shaky. "You killed Alec."
"She didn't kill anyone, James," David calls, redirecting the taller man's attention back to him. "Lower the gun."
James looks as though he is going to argue, but David shakes his head, and so James concedes.
"Did you bring the medicine?" You ask, keeping your gaze flitting between both men equally so neither of them can catch you off guard. James nods his head once under the watchful eye of David. "Toss it over here."
To your surprise, the bag is tossed your way almost immediately, and you clutch it desperately in one hand, feeling the bottles and syringe against your icy fingers as your heart races. You take a few steps back, watching them both cautiously.
"He's sick, isn't he? The man?" David speaks with a feigned sincerity as he moves to stand up. "You know, he's the only one we need. You and the little one can make it out unscathed if you just hand him over. It's not like he's going to make it out anyway."
You ignore his words, stepping back slowly, the snow hitting you almost immediately as you make it out of the shack. You gesture your gun towards both of them, "I'm leaving, and if I ever see either of you again, I'll fucking kill you."
"It doesn't need to be like this," David calls, still trying to persuade you despite your threat. "You and your daughter can join us, no questions asked. You still have a chance."
You fire a warning shot at James' boot, the impact jolting him with pain. His rifle reacts, rising in response, but you're already hurtling back through the trees. Desperation fuels your every step as you race through the clearing, the silent prayer to any deity echoing in your mind – a fervent wish that Joel and Ellie will still be alive when you reach them.
✮˚. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆。˚,
You descend the basement steps with ragged, labored breaths, catching Ellie off guard as she tends to Joel's semi-conscious form, gently offering sips of water.
"Where the fuck were you?" Ellie demands, her red-rimmed eyes reflecting her worry. "You were gone for hours!"
You shake your head, having no time to properly respond, dropping to your knees beside the mattress where Joel lies. You lift his coat and shirt, revealing the wound that looks even worse than before.
Ellie abandons her attempts to moisturize Joel's lips, watching as you retrieve a syringe and a bottle of penicillin from the bag James gave you. "What is that? Where did you get it?"
"Penicillin. It'll help with the infection," your breathing is shaky, and you can tell your demeanor unsettles Ellie. Ignoring her second question, you are too panicked to care. "Shit. Where do I put this?"
Ellie looks at you, dumbfounded, before turning to Joel and shaking his shoulder gently. "Hey, man, where do we put this? Joel? Joel!"
You draw liquid into the syringe while Ellie attempts to wake Joel, desperately wracking your brain for any inkling of an idea on where to administer it. However, the looming threat of David and James has put you on high alert, making it challenging to think straight. With an unsteady breath, you declare, "Okay. I'm gonna put it in the wound."
"Yeah, o-okay," Ellie nods, not entirely confident in your idea. "You got this."
Her words, albeit sweet, do nothing to reassure you.
"Fuck," you mumble, reaching over to clasp Joel's limp hand in yours. "Please don't let this be the thing that kills you."
His hand twitches slightly as you make contact, but you are too preoccupied with angling the syringe correctly to notice.
You press down onto the plunger as the syringe makes contact, and Joel's hand tightens on your own, weakly, yet the first proper sign of life in so long you could weep. "I'm here," you murmur, more for your own assurance. You made it in time."I'm sorry," an apology for the pain you are causing him physically, but secretly an even bigger apology for him being the injured one. If it had been you, you wouldn't want them risking their lives like this for you. You'd want them to move on, but you couldn't, and wouldn't, stop trying for him. For him and Ellie.
He groans faintly, and his grip on your hand loosens entirely as you finish plunging the medicine into his wound, steadily retracting the syringe and covering him back up, tucking him under his coat carefully. You lay a hand over his forehead and feel he is still quite hot, but hope that the medicine will start fighting against his fever soon enough.
As you settle down onto your knees beside the mattress with a shaky breath, you look up to meet Ellie's eyes. "No one came here while I was gone? You didn't hear anyone outside?"
"No," she shakes her head, her eyes filling with that familiar fear that you've only seen a few times in her usually bright eyes. "We're not safe here, are we?"
You breathe out shakily, debating on whether to lie or be honest. You slowly shake your head, deciding that it was best for her safety if she knew what was really going on. "I met two men in the woods. They knew who I was, what Joel did to that man. They were members of his group."
"They want to kill us?" Ellie asks after a beat of silence, looking down at the floor to avoid your gaze and to avoid you noticing her fear.
"Not us," and that is all you need to say for Ellie to understand.
✮˚. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆。˚,
You administered another dose of penicillin to Joel's wound after a couple of hours, fumbling blindly in the dark. As you repeated the motion of clasping his hand in yours, you felt the familiar warmth of his grip in return. This time, it seemed just a little bit stronger, though that might have been your exhausted and desperate mind playing tricks on you.
"You'll wake me if anything happens, right?" Ellie's voice cut through the darkness, causing you to visibly flinch as you were checking Joel's temperature, your hand tensing against his cool skin. She seemed to sniffle before speaking again. "You won't just leave?"
Clearing your throat softly, you replied, "I won't just leave, I promise. But you need to get some rest. We might have to start moving tomorrow, whether Joel is ready or not. We'll have to make our way back to Jackson to get him some proper help."
Silence followed, and you found yourself lying down beside Joel, shuffling as close to him as the floor allowed.
"Are they going to come for us?" Ellie's voice startled you a few minutes later. You did your best to calm your racing heart before responding. "I don't... I don't know. They might try, which is why we need to start moving as soon as possible."
"You didn't kill them? The two men."
You sighed, closing your eyes. "No, I didn't."
"Why not?"
You didn't know. Something niggled at you with the realisation that maybe you should've.
"Goodnight, Ellie."
✮˚. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆。˚,
Sleep eluded you that night, despite pressing close to Joel and feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath your palm. Even the reassurance of your rifle's presence, just a quick flex of your fingers away, failed to bring the peace you sought.
As the morning rays beamed overhead, the burden of exhaustion settled throughout your body. Yet, giving up wasn't an option—not now, not after everything.
Drawing another dose of penicillin into the syringe, you administered it into Joel's wound with an exhausted expression. Closing your eyes, you pressed slowly down on the plunger, dozing for a moment until you felt fingers wrap around your wrist.
It was so gentle that it barely phased you until you finished pressing the plunger down. Opening your eyes, you found a large hand clasping your wrist. Without much hesitation, you wrapped your free hand around Joel's hand and looked at his face, relief blooming in your chest.
'"Joel," you whispered softly, careful not to disturb the sleeping Ellie next to him. His eyes were half-lidded, maybe even less, but they remained fixed on you. Squeezing his hand gently, you observed as his lips parted, though no audible sound emerged. "It's okay; you're okay. Just rest. We're right here. I'll get you through this, I promise."'
After covering his wound and tucking the coat back around him, you released his hand and settled back down beside him. His head turned in your direction, eyes still open, and he gazed at you with an expression that eluded your understanding. Yet, you could discern a softening of his features as he looked in your direction, as if looking at you brought him some comfort.
His fingers twitched in the corner of your eye, and upon closer inspection, you found them almost outstretched. Gently reaching down, you intertwined your fingers with his, and he responded with a reassuring squeeze.
Tearfully, you lowered your head and pressed it against his shoulder, your hand still intertwined with his on the mattress. "Thank you for holding on," you murmured into his shirt. "Just a little longer, okay? Just until I can get you back to Jackson."
You feel him nod, and as you look up, you notice his eyes are beginning to close fully once more. You squeeze his hand, and for a moment, you feel his cold thumb gliding along the back of your palm in a soothing motion until he falls back to sleep, his hand still in yours.
Smiling faintly into his shoulder, you follow him into the realm of sleep.
✮˚. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆。˚,
The frantic call of your name jolts you awake, tearing you from the easiest slumber you've experienced in days. Instantly, you sit up, watching as Ellie races down the staircase, mirroring the urgency you displayed just the day before.
"Ellie? What's happening?" Your voice, thick with sleep, responds, momentarily forgetting the looming threat of David and James.
She clutches Joel's rifle, urgency etched across her face. "They're here, the raiders. There's a whole group."
Panic courses through your veins as you quickly shake off the remnants of sleep, your mind racing to formulate an action plan. "Did they see you?" She looks too panicked to respond, her gaze fixed on the staircase. "Ellie? Focus! Did they see you?"
"No, no, I ran back here before they could." Ellie blurts out, her eyes flicking back up the staircase. "They've got guns and—fuck, my footprints. They're going to track us here."
You know she's right.
"I'll lead them away," you decide almost immediately, moving to stand up but stopping when there is a light tug on the bottom of your coat. You turn, seeing Joel looking up at you with an intense desperation in his eyes. He struggles to speak, just like before, but with the way he shakes his head, you can already tell what he is trying to convey. "I have to, Joel. I have to! I'll... I'll lead them away, and if... if I don't come back, then that'll give you both enough time to get on Callus and start back to Jackson."
His eyes plead with you, but you turn away, and Ellie's face is panic-stricken in the same way.
"They'll fucking kill you!" Ellie argues. "We need to stay. We can't go without you!"
"You have to, Ellie. You have to."
Another firm tug on your coat, and you turn back to look at Joel. His eyes are watery, and his mouth opens, but all he can utter is, "Stay."
You shake your head, fighting back your own tears. "It's going to be okay. I'll... I'll find my way back to Jackson somehow."
He shakes his head, and you bite your lip to hold back a sob. You reach down, intertwining your fingers. He holds them without a second thought, and then you squeeze.
Once. I.
Twice. Love.
Thrice. You.
Through your tears, you manage a smile as his body tenses in realization. Before he can react, you gently pull away from his grip and stand up, taking your rifle in stride. You can't bring yourself to look back at Joel, even as you hear him attempt to utter your name numerous times in a hoarse voice. It's torture, but you force yourself to hold back.
"Ellie." You stand in front of her, and she avoids meeting your eyes until you gently place a hand on her shoulder. That's when you notice the tears swimming in her eyes. "It's going to be okay, okay?"
Her lip wobbles, but she nods, replying shakily, "Yeah."
"You're so special, Ellie. You're going to change the world; I already know it." You assure her softly, cupping her cheek. She leans into the touch—the gentlest she's ever known. "But do as I said, alright? Don't you dare follow me. Stay with Joel, give him another dose of the penicillin, and get both of you back on Callus if I don't make it back. Then, just get the fuck out of here. Don't look back, okay? Not for a second."
She attempts to say your name in a pleading tone, but you silence her with a shake of your head.
"Promise me, Ellie," you implore. "Promise me that you will not follow me, please."
She nods, and her lip trembles so much that you can't resist pulling the teenager into your arms. One of your arms wraps around her shoulder, while your other hand rests against her ponytail, running your fingers through her dark locks as if for the last time. Neither of you had ever embraced each other before, but it feels right now. Ellie means something to you now. Joel means something to you now. You have to do this for them.
"I have to go," you murmur, gently pulling away from the hug. Ellie frantically wipes away the tears sliding down her cheeks as you smile sadly at her. Without finding the strength to turn around and say a proper goodbye, you rush up the staircase, closing the door behind you. Leaning against it, you let out a soft sob, grappling with the thought of never seeing either of them again. Yet, you'd rather have them lose you than for you to lose them. You scan the room hurriedly, searching for something to block the door and buy them some time.
Your eyes land on a heavy-looking wooden table pushed against the wall. With a surge of adrenaline, you grip the table's edge, your muscles straining as you drag it towards the door. The weight feels immense, but you refuse to let it defeat you. Sweat beads on your forehead as you finally position the table in front of the door, wedging it against the frame as best you can. It may not hold for long, but it's all you can do in this moment.
Pressing your hand against the door as a silent goodbye, you make your way out of the house, determined to end this.
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queenofapeacefuldawn · 2 months
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SPY × Family: Chapter 94 analysis unhinged thoughts
hello hello! i am back with my thoughts for the latest chapter! please note that there are spoilers ahead for chapter 94! (Long-ish post incoming?)
Okay, so I loved this chapter. I'm a person who loves locked room murder mystery type stories, so this definitely scratched that itch for me. Obviously, I'm biased.
Analysis (of sorts?):
Right off the bat I can say that this chapter isn't really oriented on emotions or certain character dynamics. It is pretty plot heavy (but. not to the main plot. this chapter in itself has a plot to its own, but I really really liked it).
So the chapter starts with Bondman facing off an enemy in a snowy mountain...
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which, of course, inspires Anya to have an adventure of her own. She asks Loid to take her skiing, only to be flatly denied...
BUT! Agent Anya has tricks up her sleeve (threatening to cry), and that works on our dear, super-spy Agent Twilight (he's so weak and stupid y'all.)
side note:
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he thinks he's soooo cool. he's not.
Anyway, we get Twilight trying to explain skiing to Yor, which... fails, kinda. we also get gymnastics from Yor, (SHE's the cool one), and a half-baked explanation from her about learning all that from a gymnastics teacher.
The Forgers are trapped in a snowy blizzard, which leads them to take refuge in a lodge. They meet a group of young college students, who regale them with a tale of a bloody snowman who kills people in the dark.
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Might just be me, but this design reminds me of Type-F from the new Code White movie (note: this isn't exactly a spoiler, I haven't seen the movie, but this is what's on the wiki and in the trailers). The snowy backdrop + this Type-F-esque design might be a homage to the movie? Probably just me, though, haha.
Anyway, onto the main focus of the story (kidding, it's not):
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WE COULD'VE HAD IT ALL..... YOR AND LOID SLEEPING ON THE SAME BED.... WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN....
(jk, it probably wouldn't have happened, but a girl can dream)
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"Eh, why not?" Certainly, these words CANNOT exist in the vocabulary of THE Agent Twilight! Perhaps.... no, it can't be... he's finally RELAXED for once? Feeling secure enough to ASSESS THE LAYOUT FOR POSSIBLE ESCAPE ROUTES WITH HIS YOUNG DAUGHTER? No... it can't be possible....
(Sorry, I know I'm unfunny. I don't think that'll change)
But, genuinely, this just shows how at ease he is with his wife and daughter. He might not know it yet, but I know it (← somebody whose opinion isn't worth shit).
Finally, onto the main crisis of the story:
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the would-be murderer.
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There's something to be said about how he jumped into action to save the guy's life, (as one does), BUT. BUT
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OHOHOHO. The minute Yor's in danger (see: the man reached out to grab her but Loid just grabbed his hand) he decides to find the killer to prove her innocence. (You know his adage? A spy should never draw attention to themselves.) The minute his WIFE was in danger he resolves to find the killer and prove Yor's innocence their guilt. HMMMMM. Agent Twilight, you ain't slick. I think you momentarily forgot about about your #1 lesson to never draw attention to yourself just to prove Yor's innocence. OHHHHHH. The fanfiction is fanfiction-ing
(I'M SORRY I'LL TRY TO BE FUNNY FROM NOW ON)
To summarize the rest of the chapter: Anya realises with her telepathy that the killer is the lodge owner, and meddles in the investigation to nudge Loid in the right direction, and the police arrive to the lodge to find the incident resolved. Everyone's happy, right?
Not... really.
Anya's excited because, "Wow, I solved a murder! So cool, best trip ever!"
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But Yor and Loid aren't that happy. Loid is worried that this kind of meddling will get Anya in danger... and he's more worried that she isn't really grasping the gravity of the situation.
Which. She kind of isn't. A man was almost killed, but she's not showing any signs of shock? Remember, he was this worried even after the hospital visit where she makes a mess of that sand-model thingie, and after the bus hijacking arc, when she's hyped about the Stella, and he tells her that the Stella was "not for the reckless way you defied those hijackers."
Which.... is a lot of character development from the man who was A-OK with leaving her alone in the apartment, to now how he constantly worries about her wellbeing. Growth.
Also, another tidbit:
I feel like this chapter showcases another facet of his personality. Not Agent Twilight's, or Loid's, but [REDACTED]'s.
[REDACTED] always wanted to help. Even in the War Arc, when, in Luwen where he was staying at his great-uncle's house, we can see that he wants to catch fish for his and his family's dinner, while, in the backdrop, children are laughing and playing. It's always been in his character to help, and, hell, it's partly the reason he is who he is today. Agent Twilight wants to think that he left [REDACTED] behind after that fateful bombing in Luwen, but [REDACTED] is hanging around him like a ghost, and some of his character bleeds through the facade that is Agent Twilight, which is masked by the facade that is Loid Forger.
Final thoughts:
Loved the chapter. It's probably just me reading into it too much, but... that scene where he grabs the guy's hand who was trying to tie up Yor. Hm.
This entire chapter might have been a locked-room murder mystery type chapter, but I genuinely think that it showcases how much of an effect this family has had on Agent Twilight. What with taking Anya on a sweep of the premises to look for escape routes, to trying to prove Yor's innocence that definitely betrayed his number 1 rule as a spy... this man is truly so oblivious, I wanna cry.
(Also: did he not stop for a moment to think that him performing first-aid on the victim, or trying to build a radio from scratch OR playing detective to prove his wife's innocence IN FRONT OF A GROUP OF OSTANIAN PEOPLE would raise suspicions? Obviously, it was all overshadowed by the discovery of the would-be killer, but... at least one person had got to have been suspicious of Loid.)
(Also also: He's so weak. One look at her crying face and he's gone.)
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This was just my thoughts from a preliminary read of the chap, so if I get more thoughts, I'll probably add onto it in a reblog or a new post. Tysm for reading! Hope you liked it, and have a great day/night! Remember to stay hydrated!
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em1e · 10 months
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in life & death | shin's death
⿻ mini series ft. you dating shinichiro and whatever chaos that comes from that !! ✕ this is no longer haha funny. angst, character death, sorry!! ♡ series m.list
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“hey it's (y/n), leave a message.” 
“hey, (y/n) . . . um, listen, i gotta talk to ya about something. give me a call back when you can. thanks, bye.” 
wakasa chews at his lip as he shakes his head at benkei, unable to get through to you on your mobile. 
“they’re prob’ly at work. not sure how they’ll take it.” 
it was almost relieving, you not answering, in some way. gave them time to think about how to break the news to you, time to plan and let you down easy - even though there was nothing easy about what they had to tell. 
his lip is bleeding, he realizes when a metallic taste flows freely into his mouth. familiar and unwelcome. 
“maybe i should go alone.” wakasa suggests, “don’t wanna overwhelm ‘em with too many people or anythi-” 
his phone ringing cuts him off, words dying on his lips as he glances at the caller id. 
(y/n) (l/n) 
he sucks in a breath and turns away from his friend, clicking the answer button. 
“hello?” 
“hey waka, what’s up? you called me?” 
“yeah. hey, um, are you busy? there’s somethin’ i gotta tell you but it’s gotta be in person.” 
there’s shuffling on your end, the sound of something falling followed by your cursing. “yeah, yeah. i’m at work but i leave in like fifteen. do you wanna meet me here? shin was supposed to pick me up but he hasn’t answered my calls.” you mumble something about him maybe being mad at you, but you don’t know what for. 
wakasa clears his throat, lip finding itself between his teeth again, “yeah, no, for sure. i can get you.” 
“have you talked to shin? he probably tells you more than he tells me - what? i’m leaving soon, i can’t take another table. you only have one anyways, what’s the problem?” there’s more shuffling on your end, then you sigh, “sorry waka, i have to go. see you in a bit?” 
“yeah, i’ll see you.” 
you hang up. wakasa has to take a breath to steady himself, benkei’s hand finding itself on his shoulder doing less to comfort him and more to make him feel closed in. still, he knows it comes from a good place, and he doesn’t have it in him to push it off until he has to leave to pick you up in a timely manner. 
you’re taking the bill from a table when he comes in, offering a small wave as he sets himself at the bar of the diner, going to the register and doing whatever it is you need to to get their change back to them with practiced ease. when you come back to him, untying your apron and folding it neatly as you write down your hours and do whatever other leaving-things you need to, you hum. 
“you want anything before we go? i can make you something real quick or get you a drink?” 
“nah, ‘m fine.” he waves off easily, but you must see how tired he is, because you frown and go into the back anyways and return with two cups of coffee. he makes a noise of disagreement, low in the back of his throat, but he takes the paper cup as you offer it anyways. 
as you leave the diner, make your way to his bike, he stops in his tracks. 
“shin’s passed away, (y/n).” 
you were in the middle of trying to shove your apron into your bag, not wanting to lose it again to the wind while riding the bike, when you pause to stare at him. 
“what?” 
“he was killed last night,” he clarifies further, taking a step forward when your hands start to shake and your lip quivers, cup falling from your fingertips. 
“that’s not funny, wakasa,” you whisper, shoving at his shoulder when he’s close enough in your reach, “take me to his shop, i want to talk to him.” 
“he’s not there, (y/n). not there, not at their house, not in his room-,” his voice breaks off as he looks away, lip finding itself abused between his teeth again. “he’s gone.” 
“he’s not.” you’re whispering still, shoving at his shoulders another time because this is just some cruel joke he’s made you victim of, something unfunny and mean and not at all like how wakasa would really treat you because you’re friends, but it’s the only explanation. because what he’s telling you just can’t be true, “i talked to him yesterday, he’s not.” 
he grabs your wrists so you stop pushing him, leveling his face evenly with your own, and for once wakasa hate’s how straightforward he is. hates how there was no way to slowly break this to you. hates how shinichiro isn’t here to comfort you because he’s the reason you’re crying. 
“he’s gone. i can take you wherever you want to look for him, but it won't matter because he’s dead, (y/n), you have to understand that.” wakasa’s voice almost sounds like he’s begging you to believe him.
the first tear that falls down your cheeks is timed perfectly with your knees buckling, and wakasa is there to catch you. to keep you upright in his embrace while he whispers apology after apology as if he’s at fault for this. 
he stays holding you like that for what feels like hours. until your sobs breakdown to something less, until you're able to stand on your own shaky legs and wipe at your face, offering your own small apology for getting his shirt soaked. 
“can we go to theirs?” your voice is small as you ask, hoarse from crying, “i want to check on emma and mikey and their grandpa.” 
“of course.” he doesn’t recognize his own voice as he speaks, much softer to his own surprise, “i can take you home after.” 
you only nod, climbing onto his bike and scooting back so he has space to sit in front of you. 
and as he drives you to the sano's residence, there is no comfort in the way one of his hands gently pats your own wrapped at his stomach.
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Reader living their best life wearing a lil skirt n some thigh highs and sky cant take how cute they look and can’t resist making a creamy mess all over them while the reader begs him to hurry up and make them squirt but he js wants to take his time telling them how pretty they look in that lil Lacey top
Hella overstim
sky can rut into me like a dog
man can hit me with a bus and I’d thank him
that’s all thanks for coming to my Ted talk 🫡
this is so much good god 😭 first the time anon being in heat and now this akjjfcnjajns
how are the stans of the sweetest boy the absolute horniest. WHO ARE U HORNY SKY STAN
also sorry ive been taking so long with these! i havent been in a writing mood lately haha
cw: reader wears feminine clothes, clothed sex, coochie eating, overstim, fingering, he asks for explicit verbal consent, squirting, a little praise, he's pussy drunk!!! yay!!! not proofread, reader has a vagina no pronouns
minors do not react.
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to say you looked good enough to eat was an understatement.
sky couldn’t get enough of staring at your lace trim cami and short little skirt. not to mention the thigh high socks you had on. so instead of just staring at them, he put himself in between them.
“f-fuuuuck! gonna cuuuuum!” and not even a few minutes after he’d been on you, you’d already creamed on his fingers and his face once, the milky substance coating his tongue and making him crave more. he hadn’t bothered to remove any of your clothes, your skirt hiding his face from view.
your legs began to tremble when he refused to stop moving his fingers. you pushed at his head as he bullied your cunt, needy moans turning into weak sobs. "l-lemme go, quit it! 's too much!"
your boyfriend only moaned into your cunt, relishing in the feeling of your clit throbbing against his tongue. moments later he rose to press his lips to yours. sky's fingers crooked upwards and he broke away to laugh at how your legs tried to close in on him.
"'m sorry, sweetheart. you're just so pretty. dressed so fuckin' cute, look at you." sky swears he could drool at how you looked. his favorite place to be was between your thighs. he's had to look at how your thigh high socks complimented your figure perfectly, hugging the soft flesh. he wasn't sure if he wanted to rip them off you or just keep staring at them. while he ended up going for the latter, he couldn't just stare at you.
no, he needed to feel you or he was gonna go crazy. his dick was throbbing, only getting worse when you clenched around him and called his name. sky let out a shaky moan as you came again. "you feel so good around my fingers, sweetheart," he sighed. he finally stopped his movements, staring at you as you tried to catch your breath. your tiny shirt was pushed up your chest, pebbled nipples on display for him. all that sky bothered to get rid of was your underwear.
"can i fuck you, sweetheart? please, i need to feel you," he murmured, never breaking eye contact. you shuddered at his request. his voice sounded so raw and you hadn't even touched him. you could only nod, wrapping your arms around his neck. "need you to say it, (name)."
"yes, i want you to, link. please."
he wasted no time in pushing your thighs back, forcing your knees to your chest. it happened so fast you dont even know when he got his dick out, but in the next moment he slipped into you with ease. sky groaned loudly when he bottomed out, arms trembling in an effort to hold himself up. you felt so fucking good, he felt like he could cum already.
well, why not, he thought. he'd have you to himself all night.
sky slammed his hips into yours with no remorse, the sound of both your gushing cunt and your hips meeting his filling the room. your back arched, body still sensitive from the first couple orgasms. you whimpered weakly as he growled into your ear.
"so good, so good- fuck, gonna cum already-" he panted, his thrusts only becoming rougher. your toes curled as grabbed your hips, angling himself to where he knew he'd hit that spongy spot inside you every time. you keened when he did just that, determined to make you cum with him.
a few more thrusts and he was gone, throwing his head back as he filled your needy cunt. his thrusts wouldn't stop, sky hissing at the overstimulation. you felt so good it hurt, but he couldn't stop, not now. he was gorgeous above you, and you felt your own orgasm approaching fast.
"c-come on, cum," he demanded, somehow picking up his pace. you yelped at the sudden increase in speed. both of your moans increased in volume. "w-wait, mmm, slow down, i'll-"
"do it."
your body seized up, almost unable to handle the force of your orgasm. you sprayed all over the both of you, every thrust forcing more out of you. you cried out, tears falling down your cheeks at the overwhelming pleasure. sky was still going, letting his moans fall freely out of his mouth. "s-so good, pretty pussy's so good, cant stop," he groaned.
"link, too much! slow- fuck! please!" you begged, the overstimulation becoming too much for you to handle. your lover couldn't leave you like this. no, he needed you stuffed to the brim. only then could he be satisfied.
"if i can- fuck, fuck- if i can do it, you can too, sweetheart. don't give up on me now. dressed up so pretty for me, let me reward you for it, yeah?"
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linos-luna · 10 months
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𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨!
𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑘, 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑜𝑓 𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒆𝒔, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜 𝑜𝑛. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒? 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒.
𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡.
𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑃𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑙. 💚💛❤
(I can't believe that I'm writing this like an e-mail Haha)
Lol. It’s cute actually ☺️
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Your Bunny 🔪
Yandere!Soobin x Fem!Reader
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Warnings: obsession, Yandere. Stalking
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You kept the window open at night. A small breeze would come in, a great feeling for summer nights. You lay peacefully on your back, the covers not even over you as you slept. Actually, there was still some eyeliner and mascara on you as well. You unexpectedly fell asleep while reading.
As you slept, you dreamed of meeting up with your boyfriend tomorrow. You loved him, really, but he could be a bit much at times. You’ve been debating whether or not to break up with him for a while now and that conflict made it to your dreams.
What you didn’t know was that he was here. Soobin took advantage of the open window and climbed in with ease. He sat next to you and stroked your hair. Soobin loved watching you sleep.
“We’re done……. No soobin…” you muttered in your sleep while shaking your head.
Your boyfriend raised a brow as he heard you.
“Stop… it’s… over…”
Soobin couldn’t help himself. Were you planning to break up with him?! Is that what the meeting was about for tomorrow??
“You’re breaking up with me?!!” He yelled suddenly, shaking you awake. You shrieked when seeing him. You quickly sat up while in a panic. Soobin was holding onto you by your shoulders.
“Soobin, what are you doing here?!” You yelled.
“You wanna break up with me?!” He completely ignored your question and kept shaking you. “How could you?! You can’t break up with me!! You can’t!”
“Baby—”
“I can’t live without you, noona!” He interrupted.
“Soobin… how long have you been watching me sleep?” You were asking about this night specifically but his answer scared you even more.
“Every night, noona.” He responded, “you’re just so pretty when you sleep.”
“Soobin!”
“I can’t help it!” He pouted. “I need to see you!”
“You see me almost every day!” You sighed while getting up. “Please leave… we’ll talk tomorrow…”
“No!” He got up and ran to you. “You’re gonna break up with me!”
“Baby—”
“You can’t do that!” He interrupted while grabbing your arm.
“Soobin… you—”
“Please noona! Don’t leave me!” He said with some tears rolling down his cheeks. “I’m your bunny! I can’t live without you!”
You couldn’t help feeling bad for him. Yeah he was obsessive but he was also very loving. He treated you like a queen. You love him. But how much more could you handle?
“Ok… I’m not leaving you…” you sighed. “But can you please not watch me at night? It’s creepy.”
“Yeah ok! Anything you want!” He replied quickly while grabbing your hand.
“Alright. Go home baby… I’ll see you tomorrow okay?”
“Can I sleep here?” He asks with a pout.
“No, baby… I need some space to think right now.”
“What kind of space?!” He blurted out. “Why would you need space from me??”
You didn’t know what to say at this point and you laid down, patting the spot next to you on the bed.
Soobin gleefully laid next to you and kissed your cheek. He put his arms around you and held you tight.
“Soobin… it’s hot…”
“I thought I was your bunny!” He yelled.
“Yes… bunny! But it’s hot!”
“Nice try, noona. You’re not getting away that fast.” He giggled while hugging you tighter.
He must’ve been really tired because he fell asleep fairly quick. Although he still held on tight. It was hot but he was too strong for you to struggle. There was nothing you could really do…
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