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— secret kink ★ with: knj + jjk!

#pairings: friend!jjk X boyfriend!knj X reader

#synopsis: you discover your boyfriend's kink

#tags: pwp, sex, rough sex, threesome, cuckold, cockslut, spanking, spit, vaginal sex, degradation, humiliation, orgasm denial, orgasm play, creampie, overstimulation, dacryphilia, oral sex, multiple orgasm

#notes: ok, i need to be honest, this is the most dirty thing i've ever written, but it doesn't deviate much from what's been written here so far… whatever, i hope you like it guys :)

#wc: 3,1k

🌸 . . english isn’t my first language, so be patient :)

“when you gonna told me that you fucked with jungkook?” namjoon, your boyfriend, entered the room while you were still wrapped in a towel after getting out of the shower.

“excuse me?”

“hoseok told me, when we break up a few weeks ago, you and jungkook fucked”

“hoseok is a gossip boy” you mumbled.

“maybe, but when you gonna tell me?”

“when you gonna told me that you fucked with taehyung?” you asked him.

alright, you and namjoon had a fight last month, it's a bad fight, you broke up for some weeks, you stayed in the apartment but he lived at bts dorm.

but, in those weeks, maybe you two have some... diversion with your friends.

“taehyung and me was a mistake”

“you take jungkook's boyfriend and he took your girlfriend”

“so was it planned?”

“no” snorted. “just happened”

“was good? he ate you well?”

what the fuck was that question? wanting to know whether or not your girlfriend has sex while you were apart is understandable, but what the hell was he asking?

“not better than you”

“anyone fucks you better than me, doll”

you laugh, it's true. you two have a relationship a years ago, of course he knows exactly how and where touch you.

“did he treated you like the whore you are?”

“i don't understand what the point”

“i just wanna know if my girl was fucked good”

“yes, i am! and i know that taehyung too”

silence.

“how many times you cum?”

“really? namjoon, i don't want to fight, i fucked jungkook, you fucked taehyung, it's okay”

“who says that i want to fight?”

you can't understand what the point of this conversation.

“i just wanna know if my baby was treat like the whore he is, if jungkook doing a good job and cum of this pussy”

namjoon laughed, and his laughed sounded like sadism. whos wanna know how your girlfriend was fucked?

unless…

“three years with you, and you never told me that you have cuckold kink”

“im telling u now”

bingo!

the information was a little shocking, right, jungkook and you had always been very close and namjoon never showed a single bit of jealousy, however you always thought it was because of your friendship for years, and the fact that jungkook had a boyfriend.

“so, why don't you call him and ask how he eats me?”

namjoon sit on the sofa, but without any courage to call to your friend.

"what's happening?" you asked when notice the hesitate "are you afraid that your best friend know that you liked that had cum on your girlfriend? are u shammed? ok, i call"

you take the cell and call to jungkook.

“hi, hyung! are u okay?”

“hey, baby!” you said. “namjoon wanna know how good was fucked me that day”

“oh my god! he’s know? hyung, i’m so sorry, we are so drunk and-”

you laughed.

“i wouldn't apologize if i were you, he's all excited imagining you fucking me. and don't forget that he fucked with your boyfriend, if i were you i'd give as many details as possible…”

on the other end of the line Jungkook was wide-eyed, he always thought that if his friend found out about their night there would be a big fight, but no, there he was in connection with namjoon, who was horny knowing that his girlfriend gave your pussy to another.

jungkook even tried, but he couldn't hold back the smirk that tugged at his lips.

he was still fighting with taehyung, and didn't even intend to make up. of course, jungkook was angry with namjoon because he knew he was also to blame for all this.

so if he wanted to be humiliated, well, he would.

“your girlfriend is a dumb whore, she masturbated in my bathroom, when i opened the door, she was moaning with two fingers inside her, i couldn't control it, i needed to eat her”

namjoon imagines the scene, and his cock wake up

"she moaned so loud in my fingers, god, i wasn't need said too much, she just give her cunt for me at the same time"

you laughed naughty, remembering the scene.

you and jungkook spent a good few minutes talking about how taehyung and namjoon's sex had been, and naturally, with a drink, you were so fucking horny, both of you rubbing your own thigh temptingly to relieve the emotion.

you asked to take a shower, but when you turned on the shower the first thing you did was put your fingers in your wet pussy, you couldn't tell if it was missing namjoon or wanting jungkook, you didn't even think about anything, you just wanted to cum.

it didn't take five minutes for jungkook to enter the bathroom, seeing you with your eyes closed moving your fingers quickly.

he took off his clothes, and sneaked in, hugging you from behind and leaving a kiss on his neck. jungkook was quick to pull your hand and insert his fingers, then brushing his member against your ass, and the pleasant moan you gave only confirmed the consent he knew he had. you didn't hold back in saying that that night he owned you, and that you were desperate for him to open you up with his fat cock.

returning to the present moment, namjoon stroked his own dick while listening to his friend's statement.

“she was so hot, hyung. saying that I owned her, cumming on my fingers, saying that i could do whatever i wanted with her. fuck! i think now i understand why you guys have been together for so long, i would also love to eat that pussy every day.”

jungkook masked silence, namjoon was quiet and this worried jungkook.

“that’s okay, jungkook! he didn’t say anything because was busy touching himself”

so he’s keeped going.

“i took her to bed, hyung. she was so wet even after having cum, i stuck my tongue in her and she moaned even louder, she kept screaming my name for anyone who wanted to hear. my face got all wet, and she got irritated when i didn't let her cum” he laughed. “but i made her cum on my dick, she's a cockslut, she asked me to hit her, to choke her, and every time i cursed her, her pussy squeezed my cock. damn, hyung, now i'm so fucking horny!”

jungkook knew that what he would say next could destroy a friendship of years, it turns out that at the moment his head was clouded by lust and he even thought about friendship.

“hyung, leave me fuck your girlfriend again. so you can watch us and draw your own conclusions”

namjoon took his hand out of his shorts, and you tried to read your boyfriend's face, but you didn't understand anything. was Namjoon nervous? did Jungkook cross the line? was he just excited to hear but not see?

in fact, that was a good question, how far would namjoon's kink go?

whatever, all insecurity fell away when Namjoon moved away from the phone.

“you know my address, and your entry is free at the entrance”

namjoon looked at you and tapped her thigh twice, you immediately understood the message and sent it there, receiving a kiss on the neck and a caress on her breasts.

“'ll lend you to him one more time, but you know that's it, don't you? you are my little toy that i use whenever i want”

you nod, and namjoon opens your mouth spitting into it, you swallow, like the good whore you are.

“he's going to cum in you, but this pussy is mine, okay? and after all, maybe you're tired, but you're mine, and you give your pussy to your owner”

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after some minutes, the doorbell rang, and namjoon opened the door, of course, jungkook was there. namjoon kissed him, like a 'welcome' put his tongue on jungkook's mouth and grabbed his ass.

"you can do anything, since her want, of course" this is the only thing that namjoon said.

so, this is you now.

sitting on the bed, with your legs opened, just underwear, pinching your own nipple.

they both drooled, the visible stain on the lace panties made them both desperate to open your pussy even more.

but now it was jungkook's turn, so namjoon sat on the couch.

jungkook took off his clothes so quickly, and going to the bed, kissing you when you put the legs on his waist, trying feel something.

"are you always so desperate? in my house, now here, why?” hes bite your lips. “i can fuck this hole open now, you are so wet, fuck, look your leaky cunt, my cock going to feel so good in you… but, i think that your boyfriend want to see i’m playing with you first”

jungkook playing with your tits leans down to start sucking on your nipples, include painful bites every now and then making scream his name when his mark you with purple hickies.

so, jungkook take off your panties, putting on your mouth.

“shut the fuck up, dumb! i even started and you moaned like a pathetic slut.”

he groping your clit, your hole dripping and making a mess, you are so embarrassed, and namjoon watches everything.

and he's like.

so much.

he took advantage of the open legs to stick his face there, running his tongue slowly over your folds, giving a light bite to the clitoris that made you scream in pain and then pull jungkook's hair.

“if you touch me one more time, i will ruin you”

you took off yours hands grabbing the sheet when his eat your in a brutal way, you can feel your tongue your lips, your nose, even you chin, every part of jungkook's face on your pussy.

namjoon appreciated that, took off your underwear, releasing your dick, your massive purple dick with precum.

when jungkook bite your clit, you pulled his hair.

and you receive a slap.

“disgusting whore, you can't do what i'm say? i don't need that your hole, i can fuck others, you are not special! so do what i'm say or i’m gonna away!”

without warning, jungkook puts two fingers inside you, take your underwear of ou mouth just for listen your scream due to agressiveness that you are fucked. you tried close your legs, not because you don't wanna it, but because was too much, soo good, but jungkook did not let.

“if you cum now, you it will end with fun, please, don’t be a useless slut”

and he's continuous. you moaning so loud every time his fingers is in and out of you.

namjoon looking everything with a devocion.

“two fingers are enough to break your tiny cunt? god, can you imagine how will it be with my fat cock?”

so you cum… without permission.

and jungkook hit in your face, squeezing your neck.

“disgusting whore, i told you to not cum”

he pinch your clit.

and you scream.

and he do again, and again, and again.

jungkook grabbed your hair and got you out of bed, on your knees

“you can cum on my mouth?” you asked when he took de underwear.

“in your face, bitches like you deserves this”

you smiled, and jungkook's response was a spit in your face.

“you know, two slaps in my thigh and i stop” you agreed.

he waste no time fucking and shooting their hot precum down your throat.

due to the rudeness, tears started to flow from your eyes, but that would never be a bad thing, you were just making the most of jungkook.

namjoon moaned so loud when u gasp on jungkook dick, and that's when you realized that namjoon was masturbating.

“this is the best you can do? poor namjoon, pathetic mouth”

jungkook pushes your head so that your nose touches his pelvis, and holds you there, until you cough.

“cum on her face, jungkook, dirty this slut!”

jungkook moaned before your cock spit sperm on your face, the cum spills out around the cock in your face, some leaking down onto your tits.

it was divine.

“doggy style, whore, i want to fuck you like my pathetic puppy”

jungkook slapped you, and then another, and another, and another.

your ass burned and so did jungkook's hand, but he would continue hitting until he got tired, after all, at that moment you were his, and he had permission to use you as desired.

your pussy dripped onto the bed. jungkook laughed, and then positioned himself behind you, rubbing his cock against your swollen clit, whereupon he pushed you further onto the bed, so that his chest was touching the mattress and your ass was in the air.

once fully sheathed, the jungkooks cock widens your pussy open, pulls all the way out and slams all the way back in.

jungkook thrust so hard that the shock of his hips hurt, but you like it, namjoon and jungkook too.

namjoon increased the speed of his masturbation, still being careful not to cum, he didn't want to cum like that.

you really want the cock of your boyfriend in you too now, in your mouth, asshole, whatever, you just need both of them fuck you, and you made a mental note for this.

“that shitty pussy of yours can handle anything, right? i bet i can fit my balls inside you too”

jungkook starts brutally rubbing your engorged clit, you throw your head back, drool slipping past in the sheet.

“fleet wide pussy, you can take the cock of your boyfriend here too, maybe we can gonna try this some day”

it was pathetic the way you moaned “yes, please”

he laughed, gripped your hips so hard you’re sure there’ll be bruises, your titties flop brushing on the sheet with each thrust. soo good, so messy.

“who owns you?” jungkook asked.

“n-namjoon!”

namjoon watched everything mesmerized, he had already read reports about cuckolding, he knew it was fun to watch, he just didn't expect it to be so much. he didn't even want to go in there, he just wanted to watch his girlfriend being destroyed by his best friend.

that was enough.

“you're a whore who has an owner but loves cumming on someone else's dick. disgusting bitch.” he continued thrusting without any shame. “tell me what you are”

“a w-whore”

“exactly, a whore that acepts everything since you hole is full. is your owner enjoying watching this? this disgusting show you're putting on?”

“h-hes lik-kes”

“we’ll see”

jungkook pulled himself out of you and by your hair for what must have been the hundredth time that night, you didn't quite understand what he wanted but you just followed him.

you were dragged to the armchair where his boyfriend was, and in a single movement jungkook made his body fall onto namjoon's.

and there you were: holding on to your boyfriend's shoulder while prancing towards another.

he entered again, mercilessly punching his dick into the slut who was his at that moment.

you held Namjoon's shoulder, he felt like his dick could explode because of how horny he was.

jungkook pulled your hair hard again, forcing you to face namjoon.

“say to your boyfriend how much you like this”

jungkook still brutally rubbing your engorged clit, making you lose the conscience with the pleasure.

“namjonnie… s-so go-good”

you cried, lost in your own excitement, you didn't even care how deplorable you looked at the moment.

“good, sweetheart?” namjoon said, taking his hand off his dick and just enjoying his girfriend's body folded over his while jungkook fucked her. “what are you, my dear?”

“a wh-whore, desperate for coc- jungkook i’m gon-gonna cu-”

“cum, whore, but i won’t stop fuck this hole still i’m cum in you’’

“i'll like it more when i see your cum dripping from her pussy. and i'm sure she does too, right, baby? says what you want” your boyfriend said.

“jungkooks cum”

“where do you want? be more specific, princess” namjoon spoke docilely, but the lust in his speech was clear.

“in m-my pus-sy, for you will ea-eat l-ater!

“cum, doll, i want to see you cum for us”

"doll" jungkook laughed. “cum, whore, and enjoy me filling you with cum”

you scream, cumming on jungkook’s cock.

your legs are shaking and if it weren't for jungkook's strength you wouldn't even be able to stand.

but luckily, jungkook was strong, and not only did he hold you back, but he continued fucking you roughly.

“i'm going to fill this pussy so much that it's going to overflow on your boyfriend's cock”

“j-jungkook” you moaned, feeling your cunt fluttering on his dick.

“i'm going to gaping this pussy, when your boyfriend goes to fuck her, it will be completely wide by me”

you couldn't stand anymore, and that's when namjoon got up to help hold you down, while jungkook continued fucking you like crazy.

“behave” your boyfriend told you.

“now watch me fill this hole open” jungkook said before cum.

still with his leg wobbly, jungkook left you, sitting on the couch.

namjoon didn't say anything, he just lifted you on his lap and fitted your pussy onto his dick. tears ran down your face and your mouth didn't even close, moans and more moans were made as you clung to your boyfriend's neck as you were pushed against his thick cock.

“are you what?”

you knew the weight of this question, if you answered something profane, namjoon would continue fucking you without any mercy, but if you said you was just his princess he would go slowly. after all, that was your dynamic, pleasure is good, but safety comes first.

“your whore!”

namjoon didn't respond, he just threw you on the bed, bending your legs leaving you in an almost fetal position.

eh started thrusting again and at that point jungkook's cum squirted onto his member, and damn, that was so exciting.

the large body collided against you and moaned more and more and was driving them both crazy.

you came on your boyfriend’s cock, shaking in a way namjoon had never seen before.

you had reached the peak, it was clear.

so namjoon removed himself from inside you as quickly as possible, respecting your limit, and called his friend.

"come on, jungkook, cum in her one more time"

namjoon arranged his legs, leaving them wide open.

and started masturbating, soon Jungkook joined him.

they masturbated their members quickly, until jets of cum came out and fell towards your pussy, which was already full of cum.

even though you were tired, you took two fingers there, smearing them and then putting them in your mouth.

you were exhausted.

and you have plans for the next time…

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tied by music. - charles leclerc. chapter one.

summary; in which a songwriter gets in contact with the il predestinato to help her in creating her most personal album.

face claim; taylor swift

pairing(s); charles leclerc x fem! singer! reader, zayn malik x ex! fem! singer! reader. smau.

warning(s); toxic/unfaithful relationship, reader in a very bad mental state during break-up but she’s eventually healed, zayn is the douchebag i sincerely apologise. </3 (most of these are shown in the following parts)

author note; can we please um… ignore the fact that um… this is literally the script for my um… fame dr… ANYWAYS HERE’S COMPOSER CHARLES TO COMFORT YOU! 🤍 this series will have many parts or maybe just two, we’ll see how it plays out.

masterlist | chapter 2

english isn’t my first language, credits to rightful owners.

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popbase Song-writer & Musician Y/N Y/LN & former One-Direction & Musician member Zayn Malik have officially broken up after 6 years of being together, TMZ reports.

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user6 oh that y/nayn stan account must be crying now that the rumors are confirmed …

y/nayncrumbs user6 i literally just turned suicidal.

ynphobic y/nayncrumbs u know damn well this was long due …

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user17 user1989 they might’ve just not announced it when they actually broke up 🤡

user1989 user17 they were spotted together multiple times during y/n6 rumors and he was literally ignoring her while talking to models???

user16 why is nobody mentioning how charles leclerc has literally been helping y/n to make y/n6???

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user16 user4 y/n has mentioned multiple times that she admires charle’s music and would love to work with him on a project of hers or his

user77 user16 Y/N IS A F1 GIRLIE??

user16 user77 since she was a child 🤧

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user1989 GIRL WE KNOW THAT’S CHARLES’ KEYBOARD

user13 this album will break us all so bad.

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user1989 SHUT UP IT’S LITERALLY THE SAME KEYBOARD

f1wagsource soft launch, no?

user65 CHARLES HERVE PERCEVAL LECLERC IS THIS WHAT I THINK IT IS.

yourusername no bc i’m literally announcing our baby tomorrow

charles_leclerc yourusername I know 🫶🏻

yourusername charles_leclerc i’m so nervous

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charles_leclerc yourusername i love you too babe, now go rest you’ve got many promotions starting tomorrow.

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yourusername Surprise surprise! The first single of my new album “Metanoia” (coming out April 23), “we can’t be friends (wait for your love)” comes out tomorrow evening!

Thank you my whole team for making this album possible. I’m so grateful for all the wonderful and talented artists who took part in the creation of “Metanoia”, truly couldn’t be more lucky to have people like you by my side. Whether that is as colleagues or friends. In addition, there was one special someone who took HUGE part in writing, composing and producing this album with me, someone who I have very close to my heart. @charles_leclerc, the man, the monegasque himself. Thank you for agreeing to helping me bring into real life my deepest emotions and thoughts, you stood by me during very hard times in my life, I will always be thankful for that. Studio sessions with you are my only good memories of the hell I’ve been through last year.

And to the fans, thank you for supporting me always. I hope you’re excited for this project as much as I am. See you tomorrow for the premiere of the “we can’t be friends (wait for you love)” music video!

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arianagrande congrats!! can’t wait to listen♡

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user29 niallhoran oh zayn fucked up big time

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user16 WHERE’S THE TRACKLIST??

user88 user16 she’ll probably reveal it later

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user30 user99 I’ve got a feeling it’ll have a love interest

user99 user30 SAME

charles_leclerc So proud of you! ❤️

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yourusername charles_leclerc Thank you Charlie! 🥹

ynphobic charles_leclerc I think I’m not breathing anymore.

user49 charles_leclerc I’M CRYING TEARS OF HAPPINESS.

landonorris having early access to this album: it’s good ig…

yourusername landonorris did you think the same when you were crying to the whole tracklist?

landonorris yourusername YOU DID NOT.

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landonorris alex_albon FUCK YOU

user11 I’M LITERALLY CRYING BC WDYM CHARLES ALMOST GOT A PARAGRAPH DEDICATED TO HIM??

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Unexpected

Pairing: Yandere! Boss!Jungkook x fem!reader

Summary: in the span of a few minutes, your life took a big turn. An ugly turn.

Warnings: kissing, heavy makeout, mention of the word rape, mention of killing somebody, mention of torturing someone.

Wc: 1,3k+

Note: this is my first time writing a fic so if it’s not good or up to your expectations, I’m sorry. Also English is not my first language so if there are grammatical mistakes please let me know! And I’ve never written smut so I probably won’t write any YET, maybe in the future. Not proofread!!

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This isn’t right.

The way you feel every time he’s around you or touching you. This simply isn’t right.

He’s your boss after all.

You shouldn’t feel such an attraction towards him. But you can’t be blamed. The flirtatious winks and smiles he sends you when nobody’s watching. The way he grabs your waist to position you to the side when he wants to pass. The way he gazes at you, licking his lips while looking at yours.

Plus he smoking hot. Not to forget his godly sculptured face, his thin, pouty plump lips which adorn two piercings, his unique beautiful nose and lastly his doe eyes.

Oh, how could you forget his tattoos which add more hotness. And his veiny arms and hands adorned with tattoos and rings which he could wrap around your thro—

Shaking your head at your sinful thoughts, you focus on the presentation being held by a employee in Mr. Jeon’s aka your oh so handsome boss.

You’re supposed to write everything down because he can’t join this meeting due to his full planned schedule.

Why can’t his PA write everything down?

Oh, right! He fired him because he accidentally spilled coffee on Mr. Jeon.

So know you’ve been informed to note everything important down and deliver it after the meeting to Mr. Jeon, personally.

You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.

Come in exactly 30 minutes into my office to provide me with the information.

The text read. When he says in thirty minutes he means exactly thirty minutes. Not a minute late. Not a minute after.

What does make you confused is the fact that he has your number. He doesn’t have the number of the other employees, only yours. Why? Well you did als him and he just shrugged it off.

“Thank you.” Mr. Han bows down to everyone, meaning the meeting is over, his presentation is over. And you’re in trouble. You haven’t been really listening, you were too lost in your thoughts about your boss and how he could—

You look around in sheer panic, “did you happen to note down a few of the things he said?” You ask politely. You only noted down a few things he said, not everything.

“No, I’m sorry.”

She wasn’t sorry. She never liked you. Why? You don’t know. You just assume it’s jealousy.

“Shit,” you mumble to yourself and stride down to your office. You still have 25 minutes.

“I mean I did note down many things? That should be enough, right?” You talk to yourself.

After calming yourself down and replaying the scene of Mr. Han presenting over and over in your head. It’s already time.

You have exactly a minute. Grabbing the file, you make your way to his office.

You gently knock, “come in,” his deep voice is audible.

You sigh and open the door and close it behind you and start walking in front of his table.

Jungkook can clearly see fear behind you eyes.

If he was ready to fire someone who accidentally spilled coffee in him then he was probably ready to fire you for not properly listening, right?

You need this job. It’s important to you.

Jungkook has his hand behind his head and his feet on the clean table. With a cocky smirk evident on his face. Seeing you so scared of him satisfies him.

You bow down and he raises his pierced eyebrow, “so , the information?” You hand it to him and bow ready to leave.

But he has the door locked. How did he lock it from there? Does he have some button under table or what?

You hear him tsk.

You gulp and turn around, “that’s it?” He questions you with a raised brow.

“Y-yes I did what you asked me to do, I noted everything that I found important down. Could you please open the door now, I have other work to do.”

He tsks again and motions you with his fingers to come closer. Without a second thought you start moving closer, until you’re standing in front of him, the desk between you two.

You have to do everything he asks you to do, you need this job.

He stands up, bringing his built closer to you, only a few inches left between you two. You can smell his cologne. It smells so… manly.

He tilts his face to the side and angles your face until you’re looking directly into his eyes.

“You deserve a punishment, don’t you?”

You freeze.

“Do you know how important that was? Everything you’ve written down doesn’t help me at all.” He pokes his inner cheek with his tongue.

“I thought you’re smarter than that? What was going on in that pretty head of yours? Huh? What were you thinking about?” His tone is full of mockery and a cocky smirk evident on his face.

Before you can say anything he brings your face even closer to his by grabbing your head with his big hands.

And in the next moment his lips are on yours.

His hand is quick to press your face even harder against his as he grips your nape while his other hand wraps itself around your waist.

After recovering from the shock, you start kissing him back. Your hands make their way around his neck and start pulling at his hair. He seems to like it as he groans into the kiss.

His lips mold perfectly into yours. His hand on your waist squeezes your ass cheek and smacks it right after that. You moan in the kiss and try pulling away but he won’t let you.

You tap his shoulder letting him know you need air.

After a few more seconds he pulls away. Your lipstick is all over his lips and his lips are puffy.

He looks so good with my lipstick on him.

You internally giggle at your thoughts.

“Fuck, come here.” He demands with his raspy, deep voice.

You make you way over him and he immediately pulls you closer by your waist and kisses you again causing you to gasp.

You moan into the kiss making him even harder than he already is. He pulls away and licks his lips. Forehead on forehead, “you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

“For what?” You ask breathlessly .

He pulls his head away.

He chuckles, “to make you mine.”

“I will have you in any way I please and you will not have a say because,” he draws his face closer, “you’re mine. From the moment I’ve laid my eyes on you, I knew you were the one.”

Suddenly it clicks in your head.

He’s the one that’s been stalking you, giving you anonymously gifts and flowers. No wonder he has your number. You never gave it to him or anybody at work.

His dark chuckle brings you out of your thoughts, “don’t worry y/n, I also killed that bastard that was about to rape you.” He growls at the thought.

After a night out with your friends on the way to your car a guy tried hitting you. You rejected him and told him to leave you alone. But he wouldn’t take a no so he pinned you against the nearest wall and was about to rip of your dress but was shot twice in the leg.

“I tortured him until he begged for his death. Only for you, y/n.”

At your silence he furrows his brows, “Baby?”

“Why won’t you say anything, baby? I did this for you— us. Now nobody can do us apart. We will be together forever.”

“You and I, baby.”

That’s when everything turned upside down in the span of 20 minutes.

You didn’t know you were dealing with an enraged psychopath who’s obsessed with you and has been stalking you.

You’re trapped.

You cannot escape.

Ever.

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carav4l · 8 months

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Pairing: Theodore Nott x fem!reader

Summary: After the first Quidditch match of the year, Y/N founds herself in the wrong side of the bar at the club she works at. And she’s not specially happy about it. However, Theo Nott is even more pissed, and he has all the rights to be.

Warnings: violence (not developed, but a fight does take place), swearing.

Before you read: this piece is set in a CollegeAU! English is not my first language, so please take that into consideration and be nice. Also, the whole piece is written in third POV because it’s the one I’m more comfortable with. Reader’s house isn’t specified, but definitely isn’t Slytherin or Gryffindor for the plot’s sake.

Y/N had to cover for one of her colleagues that night, Aubrey, who was feeling unwell after accidentally tasting some unfinished potion they had been working on that morning’s class. So, much to her regret, Y/N had to experience the post-season party from behind the bar at the Witch’s Hour Nightclub. Y/N wasn't the biggest fan of Quidditch by any means, but she did love everything that came with it at the castle: the colorful stands, skipping classes to watch the other’s houses games, the tension during the match, and above all, the celebrations that followed.

"Can I have two strawberry daiquiris, please?"

Ginny Weasley's words were met with a nod from Y/N, who smiled hoping to conceal her frustration. As she prepared the drinks, she glimpsed her group of friends amidst the dance floor frenzy. Just about ten minutes ago, they had all been keeping her company, sympathizing with her bad luck until Y/N urged them to enjoy the night on her behalf, and they had moved towards the dance floor to never come back. With all honesty, Y/N didn’t blame them for doing so.

Once the daiquiris were ready, Y/N placed them in front of the redhead without a word, her forced smile still in place. After paying for her order, the Gryffindor left the bar to join Luna Lovegood on the other side of the room.

Y/N barely had time to stash the money in the cash register before another group of girls shouted their order at her, noticeably less politely than Ginny. Y/N found herself close, very close, to spitting on the three Sex on the Beach cocktails in front of her. She couldn't stand how people could seem to lose their manners with the slightest bit of alcohol in their system. It didn't take her long to realize that, when it came to those girls, the unjustified attitude was because it had been Y/N who had taken their order, not the curly-haired guy going back and forth behind her.

Theodore Nott seemed considerably more annoyed about working that night than Y/N. And rightfully so, given his position as chaser on the Slytherin team, which had also happened to lose the game that day. Well, if Y/N was in a bad mood, Theo seemed ready to hex anyone who entered his line of sight at any moment.

Y/N took the wad of bills the group left, or rather slammed on the counter, and turned to head back to the register. This time however, she ended up colliding with something herself, most specifically her coworker's chest. The boy’s hands shot to her waist to prevent her from falling, and Y/N felt the exposed skin between her black crop top and low-rise sequin miniskirt burn. She unconsciously grabbed onto Theo's forearm, her chest constricted by the sudden scare.

"Hey angel, seems like you really tripped over me there," he said with a grin once Y/N steadied herself, not even making an attempt to let her go. In fact, she felt like he was tracing circles on her hip with his thumb. Y/N became acutely aware of the places where Theo's skin touched hers. "You good?"

She lifted her gaze to his watercolor eyes and cursed herself for the effect they, and the boy himself, seemed to have on her. It was utterly stupid, as everyone knew that Theodore Nott wasn't available and didn't seem like he would ever be. The boy seemed way above any one-night stand or anything as trivial as college relationships. Y/N believed she could count on one hand all the girls she knew he had been involved with. In some way, she respected him for that.

"Yeah, sorry," she apologized with flushed cheeks, silently grateful for the dim lighting of the venue. "It's just that tonight's been a mess and I'm a bit distracted."

Her words got lost in the music resonating through the speakers. Theo put a finger to his ear to signal that he hadn't heard anything, then buried his hand in Y/N's hair and gently brought their faces closer. Y/N repeated her response, earning a nod and a guttural sound of agreement.

"Tell me about it," Theo sighed then, pulling his face back just enough for their eyes to lock. They were so close that their noses almost brushed.

"I still don't quite get why you're working tonight, to be honest. I thought there was an unwritten rule that said Quidditch players didn't have to work on match days."

"Well, let's just say dear boss couldn’t seem to care less about that rule," the guy said, giving a sidelong glance at Philippa Harvey, a rather ill-tempered Ravenclaw who happened to be the club's manager. She was on the good side of the bar, dancing suggestively with a guy Y/N couldn't quite place. "Let's say she made me an indecent proposal, and I turned her down. And voilà, here I am."

A pang of something close to jealousy reluctantly settled in Y/N's stomach. It's not like she had any right to feel that way, anyway. She opened her mouth to express how sorry she felt for him, both for Slytherin's defeat and the fact that Philippa had finished screwing the night for him, but the sound of someone banging on the counter forcefully stole her opportunity.

"Hey, you two! Less groping and more pouring drinks."

It was a Gryffindor from the Quidditch team, tall and big, with a rather ordinary face. Y/N assumed that's why she couldn't remember his name. In any case, he seemed pretty drunk to her.

After trailing her cheek with his thumb one last time, Theo let go of her and with the distasteful expression he had worn all night back in place, told Y/N that he would handle it. She sighed and resumed the task of putting away the money in the cash register. Once done, she walked over to where Theo was serving the Gryffindor big guy to attend another one who had just arrived at the bar.

As she was about to start making a gin and tonic for him, a shot glass was placed right in front of her. Y/N raised an eyebrow at Theo, and he just shrugged in response. "It's going to be a long night," he seemed to convey with the gesture. "We might as well make it as enjoyable as possible." She agreed, so she took the shot and brought it to her lips without hesitation. Theo did the same with his own shot, never taking his eyes off her, and Y/N wasn't sure if the rush of heat that swept through her body was due to the alcohol or his gaze.

"Have another one on me, Nott," the Gryffindor guy interrupted them again, placing another pair of bills on top of those already on the counter. "And another for your gorgeous coworker. It sucks that you have to be the one serving drinks after how we beat the shit out of you guys this afternoon, don't you think?"

Theo clenched his fist around the glass, his knuckles turning white. Lips pressed into a stern line, he continued preparing the jerk's drink without looking up from his task. Y/N continued hers, not taking her eyes off the scene unfolding by her side.

"I also think it sucks that such a pretty girl like you has to be on that side of the bar," the Gryffindor guy persisted, unabated. Y/N looked at him out of the corner of her eye, still working, grabbing a bottle of gin from under the bar and pouring it into the glass in front of her. "When you get a break, you could look me up. We Gryffindors know how to show a girl a good time."

Disgusted, Y/N opened her mouth to tell him that she'd rather get eaten by a basilisk than to let him lay a finger on her, but someone beat her to it.

"Don't you even think about talking to her," snapped Theo, slamming the drink down in front of the Gryffindor with such force that Y/N thought the glass might shatter. "In fact, don't ever look at her again."

Y/N was taken aback by such words. She glanced at Theo with a racing heart, but he didn't return the look because his gaze was fixed on the idiot. The latter laughed brazenly.

"And what are you gonna do about it?"

Y/N saw a glint of anger in Theo's watercolor eyes, so she hurried to slip under the boy's arm resting on the counter and interpose herself between him and the Gryffindor. For a moment, Theo ignored her and continued to glare at the rival idiot. With a slightly trembling hand, Y/N grabbed his face by the jaw and forced their gazes to meet. If he had taken her that intimately before, he shouldn't mind her doing the same, right?

"Theo," she called him. He however, not willing to give in attempted to turn his face again. "Theo, just leave it. It's not worth it."

Y/N felt Theo's grip on his jaw tighten even more, but he nodded imperceptibly anyway.

"Fine."

"Yeah, Nott, listen to your little whore."

In the blink of an eye, Theo had jumped over the counter and landed a solid left hook on the round-faced Gryffindor. Y/N gasped in surprise at the sight. The Slytherin boy wasn't particularly known for getting into fights, not even when they happened during a match and the rest of his team and some of his friends were involved. That was more typical of Mattheo Riddle, or Lorenzo Berkshire. By Merlin, even Malfoy could be more prone to fights than Theo.

But there he was, straddling a guy who was a head taller and twice his size, punching him repeatedly in the face. Y/N figured the only reason Theo barely had gotten a scratch on his cheek was that, as she had suspected earlier, the Gryffindor was quite drunk. For a moment, Y/N just stood there, doing nothing but watching the spectacle unfold before her eyes, as if in a trance that prevented her from looking away. It didn't last too long luckily, and once she managed to move, she went straight to the dance floor, heading for the area where she thought she had spotted Theo's group of friends over an hour ago.

If it hadn't been for Draco Malfoy's bleached blond hair, Y/N didn't think she would have found them in the mass of dancing bodies. Pushing any insecurities the group might make her feel deep down, Y/N grabbed the wrist of the person who was closest to her and shook them hard enough to get their attention. Mattheo Riddle's dark eyes met hers shortly after, giving her an unfriendly once-over from head to toe. The guy didn't even bother to speak, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Hmm... I'm Y/N Y/L/N," she introduced herself awkwardly, trying not to dwell on it for too long. "I work here with Theo. This is actually about him. He's fighting with a Gryffindor idiot, and I'm not saying he doesn't deserve it, but the guy is like twice his size, and I can't separate them."

Surprise transformed Mattheo's face, which only confirmed the belief that Theo and fighting didn't usually appear in the same sentence. He turned to his friends to convey the message, and they all hurriedly followed Y/N to the bar where Theo was still straddling the Gryffindor, as if Y/N had never left. In less than a second, Mattheo and Blaise had each of Theo's arms and were leading him out of the club, followed by Lorenzo, Draco, and Pansy.

Once again, Y/N stood still, not quite sure how to proceed. One thing was clear though: she definitely didn't want to be near the idiot once he woke up, or when his friends showed up and looked for someone to blame. Y/N approached the bar again to inform her only other coworker, a girl from her house with whom she maintained a friendly relationship of greetings and pleasant smiles in the corridors, that she was going to make sure Theo was okay. The girl nodded, and without further ado, Y/N headed for the back exit of the Witch's Hour, reserved only for staff and, on this occasion, Theo's friends.

Outside in the dimly lit alley, she found the curly-haired boy sitting on an old wooden crate, with Pansy Parkinson crouched in front of him at a distance that, for some reason she couldn’t wrap around her finger, seemed too short to Y/N. Pansy seemed to be giving him a quiet scolding even though there was no one else there but the two of them and their other four friends, standing prudently apart. Theo had his gaze fixed on the ground, and although Y/N couldn't see his eyes because of his bangs, she noticed that his jaw was clenched once again.

Y/N approached cautiously the rest of the group. The smell of tobacco from Mattheo and Lorenzo's cigarettes wafted into her nose, causing her to wrinkle her nose in distaste. Blaise was the first to notice her presence.

"You didn't need to come out," he spoke in a calm tone, giving her a friendly smile. Y/N shrugged and returned the smile timidly.

"Blaise’s right," Lorenzo chimed in between drags of his cigarette. The contrast between his boyish face and the action itself shocked Y/N. "Pansy knows how to handle him."

Y/N made an affirmative sound before giving a proper response. Why had she come out, anyway? The answer briefly crossed her mind, but she couldn't even process it correctly, let alone speak it out loud. She decided to go for the most obvious excuse.

"I just wanted to make sure he's okay. After all, this happened because..."

"I don’t fucking care, Theodore!" Pansy's shout cut her off mid-sentence. The five turned their heads toward them. Pansy had stood up and was pointing an accusing finger at Theo. "You're supposed to be the smart one in the group. You shouldn't stoop to this crap."

"Ouch," Mattheo whimpered, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"Don't play the victim, Riddle," Draco said, leaning against the alley wall with his arms crossed over his chest. "She hasn't said anything that isn't true."

"It's still pretty uncalled for on her part."

The conversation died there, unlike the ongoing one between Pansy and Theo. Y/N decided to wait until Theo's friends went back inside the club to talk to him alone about what had happened. She didn't feel up to doing it with all those strangers watching her from the other side of the alley, and there was no need to create such a scene.

The night was strangely cool for the time of year they were in, and considering how lightly she was dressed, Y/N began to shiver slightly. Thanks to Merlin, only a couple more minutes passed before Pansy concluded her scolding and headed back to the club. Y/N couldn't quite grasp the look she shot her as she walked by. It wasn't a look of complete disdain, at least not entirely, but it lacked the warm smile Blaise had given her earlier.

"Ignore her," Blaise reassured, that same smile still on his face. Shifting his attention back to Y/N, he noticed her shivering and promptly took off his green and black Quidditch team bomber jacket to offer it to her. "Here, take it. Give it back to Theo, and he'll return it to me."

Y/N barely had any time to refuse, but was grateful that Blaise didn't give her the chance to as she truly could use some warmth. She slid her arms into the sleeves of the jacket, which was considerably larger than her, and involuntarily breathed in its scent: expensive cologne with hints of mint and chocolate. Y/N couldn't help but find it somewhat addictive.

Once alone in the alley, Y/N walked over to where Theo was still seated, head down and hands tangled in his hair.

"Hey," she managed to say.

After a significantly long sigh, Theo raised his gaze to meet hers. With a tired smile, he greeted her in a hushed voice.

"Are you okay?"

"Mhhm," Theo barely made a sound in response, unsure of what else to say.

There was an air of something new between them, and neither was quite sure how to proceed. Y/N raised her hand with the intention of cupping his face to see for herself if what the boy had said was true, but her hand stopped midway. She attempted to disguise the motion by placing her hand on her chest.

"Thanks for standing up for me," Y/N finally said, feeling her cheeks grow warm.

"Anytime," Theo murmured, his voice slightly huskier than usual. In a sudden surge of courage he took Y/N's hand in his and tugged it gently, bringing her closer to him. He played with her fingers as he spoke again. "I wish you hadn't had to see that, though."

"Let's just say you could have settled for threatening him or something," she excused him, downplaying it with a giggle that made the boy smile. "But I'm still grateful you did it."

Silence once again settled between them, but this time it felt more comforting in a way. For a few moments, they simply locked eyes, trying to find in each other's eyes all that they were feeling themselves. Y/N was genuinely surprised to find herself in this situation with none other than Theodore Nott. There had always been a sort of mutual understanding between them, a silent complicity they didn't share with any of their clubmates. But Y/N had always assumed it was a simple friendship, that Theo considered her a part of the short list of people he tolerated, and that was it.

However, under the dim light of the moon that night, it felt like much more to her.

"I think we should go back inside," Y/N said in a hushed voice, fearing that if she raised her tone too much, the magical moment would come to an end.

"We should, yeah," Theo agreed, but despite his words, made no attempt to go back inside. If anything, he pulled Y/N's hand a bit more until she was practically between his legs.

With his free hand, Theo cautiously cradled her face, as if unsure if she would pull away. On the contrary, Y/N tilted her head letting it rest in his hand, unable to believe that all these displays of affection were coming from him.

"Can I ask you something?" Theo's voice caught her slightly off guard, but she nodded all the same.

"Sure."

"Never wear Zabini's jacket again," his words caught her with a bit of surprise, and her cheeks turned an even rosier shade.

"Why? Are you going to lend me yours or something?" she joked, pushing a couple of strands of hair from Theo's face, using the excuse to touch him again.

Theo's gaze darkened a bit, and for a moment, Y/N cursed herself for choosing those words. Maybe they weren't at that point yet, right? Perhaps they hadn't reached the teasing phase, and her comment might had made Theo close up. It wouldn't surprise her coming from him.

Y/N didn't dare breathe again until Theo spoke, eyes filled with certainty.

"Consider it done."

Her heart raced, and seeing the smile that transformed her face into one of unexpected joy, his did too.

#theo nott x reader #theo nott #slytherin boys #theo nott imagine #theodore nott #blaise zabini #mattheo riddle #draco malfoy #pansy parkinson #lorenzo berkshire #enzo berkshire #harry potter #ginny weasley #luna lovegood #harry potter imagine

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tonkatsubowl · 8 months

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puppy.

il!dan heng x trailblazer!femdom!reader ⿸ xianzhou spoilers. nsfw themes (literal SMUT, in heat, etc). read at your own risk. breeding. femdom. other femdom thingies. :3c english isn’t my first language, so please don’t mind the grammatical errors. (っ◞‸◟ c)

⪩ after phantylia's defeat, the express crew began their preparations to leave for the next world, penacony. during their down time, dan heng―oddly enough―was hiding away in his room for some reason. so, our beloved trailblazer decided to find out on her own...

TERM DIRECTORY ◖y/n: your name ◖e/c: eye color ◖h/c: hair color

"...? so he's just feeling sick?"

the scent of warm coffee and bread filled the atmosphere, welcoming the trio who had just returned from their trip (well, technically speaking only two). standing in front of y/n were himeko, welt and march―and in the distance, pom-pom, who was practically occupied trying to mop away the already-clean floors of the express train.

march hummed, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly, "well, i mean i guess i don't exactly blame him. i don't know what it's like being a vidyadhara and all, so i can only assume the transformation takes the toll outta him."

himeko responded with a nod, taking a sip from her coffee, "well, all he requested was to leave him be until further notice. i do not have any information in regards to that."

you pursed your lips, though your expression remained...well, almost unconcerned.

in contrast to everyone else, you were very observant whenever it came to dan heng's behavior and well being, given the fact you were rather into him. the aftermath of phantylia's battle was practically the start of his change of behavior. he became distant, his cheeks were reddening, and he was breathing quite heavily. he often dismissed himself from conversations and meetings, claiming that he wasn't feeling too great. during these meetings, he kept eyeing you, for whatever reason. your skin, your hair, everything about you―he was hungry for it. but he couldn't. you two were friends, and it was inappropriate of him to think of you in such a way. being a vidyadhara and all, it was annoying to deal with these little cycles, akin to a woman fighting her mensuration weeks as well.

...but his behavior? his reddening face, his heavy breathing, his eyes that kept lulling onto you...

you already knew why, and you weren't stupid.

in the dead of night, while everyone was asleep peacefully in their rooms, you wandered through the halls of the express train unable to sleep. the adrenaline of phantylia's battle had kept you up, but it had definitely knocked march out, as you can hear her quiet and silly snoring softly echoing from her door. you wandered about briefly to find maybe a cup of decaf coffee, or even water...but that's when you stopped in front of dan heng's door, almost forgetting about his condition.

you were silent, listening to the quiet shuffling of his clothes or bed sheets of his futon, hearing him breathe so heavily. so... he was still awake?

a gentle knock of his door, and you could hear him fall silent, pretending to be asleep.

too easy to read, dan heng.

"i know you're awake," you murmur, your tone audible enough for the dragon on the other side of the door to hear, and for the others to not hear you, "and i know what's bothering you."

purposely, you coo at him, teasing him with a seductive yet baiting tone. you could hear him shuffle again, knowing that he was unsure what to say or do. he knew what's bothering you, but... he was hesitant. yet, his body needed it. he needed you.

"...c...come in," you could hear him say quietly, the locks of his door unlocking.

slowly, you opened the door and entered, closing it behind you...locking it. you turned your head, watching as the dragon in heat shuffle back to his futon sheets.

god, what was he saying? what did he just say? now he allowed you in. he was confused at his own thoughts, and now he's confused that his body is speaking for him. but when you had entered the room, he was...getting excited. but he kept denying it. forcing himself to hold everything back to not pin you against that wall and breed you already. he couldn't.

"look at you," you quietly say, watching as he hid himself, "so pitiful."

dan heng's head perked up, his horns almost radiant from the darkness that flooded the room. beads of heated sweat rolled down his countenance, confused to why or...what you had just said. he blinked, confused―irritated at himself, irritated at this cycle...

"...huh?" he muttered.

you slowly approached him, taking off your shoes by the door, and hovered over him. slowly descending to one knee, you take dan heng's chin by your index finger, slowly lifting his face. "you're just like a puppy," you whisper, your e/c opticals scanning the rest of his body, "begging for something with those eyes of yours."

dan heng gulped, his chest rising and falling. the tightness at this crotch was aching, practically begging to come out.

"gh... y/n... what are you saying―?" he groaned, feeling the warmth of your hands travel to his chest.

"what do you mean what am i saying? you're the one who allowed me to come in here, so now..."

you sat on his lap, feeling his bulge twitch and ache underneath your crotch. a faint smirk tugs at your lips, teasing him by slowly grinding your hips against his aching mess hidden behind his clothes. earning a whimper from dan heng―music to your ears―you watched as he leaned his head back, using his hands to cover his mouth as you began to ride him.

"you really are a puppy," you murmur, "you whimper like one too. keep your voice down, you don't want to wake the others, do you?"

dan heng looked at you with his drooping eyes, almost akin to a puppy―quite literally―giving you a worried, pleading look. you can't really turn away from him now.

he gulped, silent, but the movement of your hips were already a response to almost everything. the moans, the quiet whimpers...everything. at this point, you were feeding onto this cycle. his brain. his needs, his wants―he couldn't think anymore.

"y-y/n... please, i―"

despite the clothing you both wore, you could feel his liquid seeping through his fabric. he was leaking, alright, and he definitely needed you.

your fingers play at his bottoms, unbuttoning or unzipping his clothing, exposing his length whole. he was a twitching, erect mess, and he was quite the sight to see. beautiful, clean, and perfect. perfect enough to fit inside you, after all.

"so beautiful," you whisper, leaning down to let your lips touch the tip of his member.

"a-ah...!" dan heng whimpered quietly.

a simple kiss was enough for him to react like that. he was extremely sensitive, alright. but you paused, looking up at him, tilting your head innocently.

"do you want it?" you asked.

dan heng looked down at you, nodding. he was breathing, clutching his fists as he was unable to take it anymore. god, fuck. he just needed you at this point.

accepting his response, you take the tip of his head into your mouth, then the rest of it. earning another whimper, moan and soft cries from your little toy, you began to work your magic. using your tongue and your mouth to pleasure him, you glance up a few times to see him struggle and twitch against you. at one point, he'd even buck his hips into your face, as though he was wanting to face-fuck you at that point.

"ngh...!" he mewled.

god, hearing him moan and whimper was a blessing. music to your ears, and you were ready to take him...to make him yours, and yours only.

"c..com―"

that's when you began to work a bit harder, bobbing your head and using your tongue to the best of your abilities to make him come. eventually, the hitch of his throat and his tail flickering violently was the indicator of his release; a hot, sticky mess entered your throat, coating your mouth with his seed. you swallowed every bit, amused by his reaction and the taste of his lovely seed.

"delicious," you say, removing your head from his length, licking your lips. even from cumming, he was still erect. a vidyadhara in heat...you pondered for a moment,

how many rounds can he take tonight until he's satisfied? it was time to play a game.

breathing and twitching underneath you, he looked at you with his adorable wide eyes, witnessing as you lifted your shirt, exposing your bra, you let the shirt hang on top of your chest, held by the whites of your teeth. your bottoms were next; you tugged them down, exposing yourself adorned in your undergarments and your perfect, supple thighs (dan heng wanted to be around your thighs too). he twitched, gasping quietly as he felt the air become stuck inside of his throat due to the beauty of your bare skin.

"y/n.." he murmured. his length twitched, drips of his precum travelling down at the side of his member. "mgh..."

dan heng watched as you hover before him, before turning your back to him. slowly, you inserted him inside of yourself, earning a quiet, "w-wait―!" as he felt the sensation of your tight, luscious walls wrap around his very self.

with a faint smirk of amusement, you release a sigh of satisfaction, feeling his member inside of you. god, it felt so welcoming. it was meant to be, how perfectly fit it was inside of you. he couldn't see your face from how you positioned yourself, but he could see how perfectly round (and large) your rear was. he reached out as you arched your back, his hands placed on each side of your rear. you felt his hands as you looked back, eyeing at the puppy you rode.

his beautiful eyes that never stray away from your very appearance. lust filled, dazed eyes. he breathed, bucking his hips gently, motioning into you. he moaned and whimpered as you picked up the pace, but... you wanted to see more of him.

slowly lifting yourself from his length, he looked at you with a bit of a worried look―was it not enough? was he not enough? no, it was not that. definitely not. you laid on your back, resting your elbow up, letting your face sit on the palm of your hand. you gestured him to come closer, and he proceeded to come forward with a gentle nod. with boldness, you reached up, gently gripping onto his horns―which were very sensitive.

"a-ah―!" he blinked, caught by surprise. your puppy moved his hands towards your thighs, inserting himself into you once more. he whimpered in the process, watching amusement fill your e/c eyes you feel him inside of you once more. missionary, was it called? yes, this was the position you wanted to be in.

a better look to see his face. that beautiful man that towered before you, and that man who was wrapped around your very finger.

oh, he belonged to you. he was your puppy, and you had the leash that was chained to his very collar.

he began to move his hips, but it progressively sped up. his need to fill you up with his seed, his very need to just thrust and pump every inch of his member into you―he needed you so desperately.

"y/n...!" he moaned, colliding his hips into you. god, he was mating you at this point, but you were wanting this too, weren't you?

wrapping your arms around him, you proceeded to let out soft sighs of pleasure, allowing your little puppy to mate and breed you as much as he wanted. then came a quiet, "c-coming―" that mewled from his lips. bucking his hips, he immediately filled you up with his seed, but it didn't seem to stop him.

he went again, moving his hips repeatedly inside of you, practically breeding you. you weren't sure how long this would go on for, but you were definitely in for the ride (literally).

"good boy," you murmured, stroking your hand through the locks of the desperate vidyadhara, "keep going. i can take it..."

❥ bonus

finally withdrawn from his vidyadhara form, dan heng was out in the halls of the express the next morning, carrying a tray of a neatly-prepared breakfast. a bowl of your favorite cereal, a side of fresh fruit and a cup of coffee with some cream and sugar on the side.

"oh! dan heng!" he could hear march's voice from the other side as she ran up to him. "you're okay! i heard you were feeling sick. are you feeling better?" she asked, smiling brightly.

dan heng nodded slowly, keeping his expression...solemn as ever, it seemed. he didn't really change as much. "mm. i'm alright. thank you."

march beamed, before her eyes look towards the tray of food, "ah! is this your breakfast? oh, speaking of, i was gonna see if y/n wanted to head out to jarilo vi since natasha is offering breakfast and―"

march immediately got silent, seeing that dan heng gestured for her to be quiet. a simple, "shh," and the motion of his head towards your door.

"she's asleep. this was actually for her. she's had a long day after phantylia's battle."

march blinked. "oh! r-right," she whispered, "can you make me some breakfast too?"

dan heng sighed.

#imbibitor lunae #il dan heng #honkai star rail #dan heng x reader #il dan heng x reader #inbibitor lunae x reader #dan heng #hsr dan heng #hsr x reader

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eternal-love · 2 months

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Austin and Me

“Baby?”

“Wife to the ‘king’. Icon to the world. Destined for more.”

Summary: At 18 years old, she fell in love with Austin, at 20 years old, she became his wife, by 22, she was his doll. In which Cynthia’s life changed drastically after falling head over heels with a man that promised her the moon and the stars. She takes us down the memory lane of what could’ve been— the perfect marriage.

Inspired by the book: Elvis and Me by Priscilla Presley.

I do not condemn any of the portrayals I decide to do about certain people, it’s just fanfiction. And it would be divided in parts.

English isn’t my first language so I’m trying my best!

MASTERLIST.

As filming started again, I saw him way less than before and that only put a strain in our relationship. Everyday I dreaded the fact that I wasn’t filming anything right now, I wanted to act, I wanted to be able to work on my craft, but I just couldn’t. I had only myself to blame, I was the one who decided to come to Australia with him, to put my career at hold.

I stayed back at home, taking care of Lori and trying to be the best mother at least, I’d call my agent whenever I could, trying to see if he could get me something to act in, even if it was just a minor role, anything.

I started to notice Austin being a bit more distracted, he was coming home late after filming, but not the normal kind of late. Tom Hanks lived a floor above us and he came at a certain hour and Austin came back usually almost three hours later.

I finally found something, some love notes. I was snooping through his jackets and pockets because it was laundry day, and I found it. I didn’t want to be nosy but I ended up being, and I regret it.

‘I can’t wait to see you again, I miss you already, baby. XOXO, Livia’

I wanted to die, I didn’t even understand half of the emotions I was feeling. I felt mad, sad, confused, irritated, jealous. Why? Why did he so this— Livia. Olivia Dejonge, his co-star, the girl playing Priscilla. I had a small battle with myself, should I confront him or should I not?

I slowly walked towards his office where he was just chilling out, drawing on a notebook while he was on a phone call with his agent.

“I don’t even want to go straight to another project in the first place…” As he saw me enter the office he ended the call, a sigh of annoyance escaped his lips. “Now don’t go on imagining things.”

“Like Olivia?” I asked, he was almost cynical as he stayed silent and got up from his desk. “Livia? Baby?” I said, the thought of him calling her baby and then calling me baby made me feel disgusted.

“I said it, woman. I don’t want to hear no more.” He walked past me but I wasn’t going to let him get away with this. I started following him towards the bedroom.

“Well tell me now, is there something you’re hiding from me? That you don’t want me to know?” I followed him, as he walked he turned to look at me and raised his voice.

“I have nothing to hide from you, you’re just being to aggressive and demanding. Like a jealous psychopath!” He yelled at me, completely making me feel as if I was overreacting.

“I’m not a psychopath!” I tried to defend myself, little did I know that Austin was actually great at gaslighting.

“You know? I think you should get a little time off and stay at another place.” He said as he went on a full temper tantrum and tossed one of my suitcases on the floor, throwing anything that I owned inside of it. He felt guilty or I made him feel guilty enough for him to start acting this way, he could’ve apologized like a normal human being would but no, he decided to start acting like a man-child. Look, I know I wasn’t the perfect woman but my goodness, it was in me to help him and to just be repaid with this? There a fucking pandemic going in the world and he was threatening me, his wife, his rock, the mother of his daughter, to basically fuck off on my own?

I got down on my knees and started placing everything in the suitcase, sobbing and flinching whenever he threw my clothes directly at me or at the suitcase. He stopped yelling and I could only hear my sobs and his heavy breathing as he iced around, apparently he calmed down, he kneeled by my side and grabbed my arms softly.

“You understand?” I looked at him, my eyes filled with tears. “Calm down baby, come on, come on.” He helped me get up and sat be on the edge of the bed with him, his arm around my shoulders and his other hand caressing my chin. “You see, baby? You need someone to keep you on check and put you in your place.” He whispered and I hugged him tightly, I knew I was stupid but I knew he was also stressed so I tried to justify it, a whole damn much. Feeling humiliated I could only sob on his shoulder, I was relieved to be back in his arms but all of this had to happen for him to finally hold me and kiss me again?

He seriously could’ve told me that the moon was made of cheese and I would have believed him in that very moment. He could break me, step or spit on me and I would have still come back to him when I was finally fine.

That same night I stayed up all night, looking at the beach from the balcony, I felt so— lonely. Truly, he was here but at the same time he wasn’t, so close yet so far away. The incident was never mentioned again, but he made sure of making me feel guilty every now and then. Like whenever he was talking with his best-friend, Ashley and I walked past him he’d say.

“No, I’m telling ya. I’m feeling depressed.” And when he noticed me walking past him, holding Lori and smiling at him, he’d give me a side-eye and tell her. “No, I feel like nobody understands me.” And he made sure I heard him.

And it really hurt me because I tried to help him but he’d shut himself out, not letting me in to help him, comfort him, talk to him and then he’d go around telling his friends and agents how depressed he felt and how nobody around him tried to help him.

I just wished he’d trust me more, I wished he went back to who he was. But little did I know that this was just a small taste of what our marriage would become.

Man, I wish I could hug Cynthia.

#Spotify #austin butler #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #austin butler x reader #austinbutler

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insxghtt · 1 year

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together — bella ramsey x latina!reader

You knew that no matter what, they would always be there for you.

warnings: anxiety, panic attack, xenophobia, hurt/comfort, i used they/them pronouns for bella

this was based on these requests: "omg pls write a bella blurb or somethin about reader and her being a couple and then bella has to help the reader through a panic attack. I just feel like they would be so helpful and kind and caring" / "reader’s first time going to an event with bella and they get overwhelmed. comfort ensues!!" and also the fact that i needed something with latina!reader. english is not my first language.

You played Dina on the second season of The Last of Us and that was how you met your girlfriend, Bella. With this job, many opportunities showed up and you were grateful for that, but being a public figure was difficult sometimes.

You were never ashamed of who you were. You knew you had an accent, for example, and you were proud of it. It never stopped you from doing your job. Playing Dina, you had to work on it to make it disappear, of course, just like Bella did too. That was the thing, Bella’s accent never seemed to bother anyone, but just because you were latina, people were hating on you a lot.

The second season was yet to be released and, honestly, the last few months were a nightmare. People saw your interviews and realized you were not American. The public was being so mean, telling you that you would ruin the character with your accent and that you didn’t look like Dina from the game.

Bella was always there for you. They tried to make you feel better, saying that people did the same thing to them and that it would stop when the public realized that you did an incredible job. You did your best to listen to her, but your anxiety was killing you.

When the premiere finally arrived, you were very hesitant to show up. You knew you had to go, Craig told you how important it was, but the anxiety was so big that you felt like your heart was going to explode. So, Bella showed up at your house and helped you get ready. He held your hand while they did your makeup and helped you pick your outfit. The way Bella acted made you forget about all the hate and gave you the confidence you needed.

You and Bella arrived together and they were not ashamed of holding your hand the entire time. Your relationship was not public yet, but it wasn’t like the two of you were trying to hide anything. You just never had the chance to confirm it, especially because you were avoiding giving interviews because of your mental health.

It was not what you expected. People were being kind, actually, so as the time went by and after a few drinks, you were finally feeling confident enough to give some interviews. Bella was next to you as always and the interviewer seemed to be a nice person.

“So, you’re playing Dina”, she started. “I believe this is the biggest project you’ve ever been in, isn’t it?”

“Yes, definitely.”

“How was it? You know, working with these huge people. Were you nervous?”

“I was, the first day I was so scared”, you laughed and turned to Bella. “Do you remember?”

“Oh, yeah, I was the first person to talk to you, I guess”, they said and you nodded. “You were blushing all the time.”

“I hope I'm not crossing any lines here by asking this, but there’s rumors saying that you two are, like…”

“Dating?”, you completed the sentence and she agreed.

“Well, can you blame me for falling in love? Look at her”, Bella said and pointed at you. “She’s irresistible.”

“Oh, shut up!”, you laughed.

“You guys are so cute!”, the interviewer said. “But, back to Dina…”

As she was speaking, one voice in the middle of the crowd yelled your name.

“Go back to your country!”, he yelled.

Suddenly, everything around you just disappeared. It was getting hard to breathe, you were feeling dizzy and sick and your heart was beating so fast that you felt like it would come out of your chest at any moment. A security guard walked the man out of the event and Bella was the first one to realize your reaction.

Bella grabbed your hand and said something to the interviewer that you simply did not hear. They guided you to the bathroom and helped you sit on the sink. Every second that passed, the harder it got for you to breathe, so Bella stood in front of you and grabbed your hands. They put one of your hands on your stomach and the other one on theirs.

“Breathe with me, okay?”, they said calmly.

Bella breathed in and out, counting to six with you. They made sure that you were feeling their breathing while they looked directly into your eyes each time. Slowly, your breath started to go back to normal and your heart stopped beating so fast. You were feeling more calm, but soon the shame hit you and tears formed in the corner of your eyes.

“It’s okay”, Bella whispered, holding your face.

“Did they see it?”, maybe it was stupid, but you didn’t want the public to know about that fragile moment.

“No, you did very well.”

You nodded and hugged their waist, opening your legs so they could get closer to you. They wrapped you around their arms and you closed your eyes, the smell of their perfume felt like home..

“Fuck”, you whispered, hiding your face in the curve of their neck. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hey”, they pulled away to look at you and held your cheeks. “I’m so proud of you. You could’ve given up and stayed at home today, but you’re here.”

“Stop…”

“No, it’s the truth. That guy was just a racist, xenophobic son of a bitch.”

“I know”.

“And you are the most beautiful, strong, talented woman I’ve ever met. Don’t let someone like him ruin your night.”

You smiled watching how Bella’s eyes shined when they talked about you.

“Do you feel like you can stay? If you want to, I’ll take you home and we can watch a movie.”

“I don’t know. What if I stay and it happens again?”, you asked.

“If it happens again, I’ll be here with you again and we will get through it again. Together.”

Bella gave you a kiss on the lips. You felt like the luckiest person on the planet because you knew that those words were true. It made you feel safe. So, you touched their hair and watched as they closed their eyes, enjoying your touch.

“Okay, let’s go give some interviews then”, you whispered.

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mammonsjuicyass · 2 years

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Hi could I possibly request a mc that can roll their tongue and some of the brothers are impressed (ex: mammon) also if this doesn’t make sense, just blame it on the fact that English isn’t my first language ;)

That's a good idea so here it is

MC THAT CAN ROLL THEIR TONGUE

I think Mammon and Levi would be impressed. So here they are.

Mammon

Damn! Human what was that?

He really is impressed because he can't do it.

He thinks that ONLY you can roll your tongue in three realms and you never correct that thought.

It feels good that he thinks you have a special talent.

He's the type of a guy who would brag about this small thing too.

He would be like "Ayo, check out what my human can do."

Levi

Lmao!! I can do that too.

We all know he can roll his tongue. But he's still very much impressed.

Even tho it's a small thing he would still be happy that you guys have something in common.

He would want you to roll your tongue at random times. Like playing games or just chilling.

Hey, Mc. Can you roll it again?

Let me know if you want other brothers in this request. Hope you enjoyed it because I know I did <3

Ps. I didn't proofread this one too. I hope there isn't many mistakes.

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almostloosingit · 1 year

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Cry Baby

Sanzu

In this case I just choose a song:

(English isn’t my first language so please tell me if you see any grammar errors 😗✌️)

A/n: I listened to to many songs for this one so. So sorry Sanzu lovers. I promise I will make a better one next time<3

Told you

Tw:Angst, unwanted touching,blood? some fluff at the end

‘Hate at first sight’ was what they called it.

You don’t know what it was. Maybe that stupid smirk and the up and down looks he would give you each time you two would look at each other. Or the fact thats he’s really fucking cocky each time he speaks to you. Maybe that’s the reason why you absolutely hate Sanzu.

Most of your classmates have a crush on him. He is pretty after all. If you didn’t see through his act you would probably have a crush on him too. He’s ‘nice’ and always gives them that fake smile of his. All though the way he interacts with his friends seems genuine.

Now how do you know that? You hate each other yet, you guys have the same friend group. To be more specific is that kind of relationship group that seems like they aren’t in one group literally because they have two different talking circles. Listen, high school can be taught and you don’t want to be a loner so you take whatever you can take. As big as the group was, if you had two people you could always depend on it was Touma and Rindou. Was Rindou also friends with Sanzu? Yes, but that didn’t change that he would always pull on Sanzu’s hair whenever he went too far with his little jokes. Touma on the other hand was your childhood best friend. He wouldn’t stand up to Sanzu because of the strength and size difference, but he would always check up on you. Touma was on the smaller side and he was well aware of it. On top of that you don’t want your best friend to get in trouble with Sanzu. Because at the end of the day it is Sanzu. And from what you heard he did and still does some wild ass shit.

You arrive at school 30 minutes before the first lesson starts. You started to walk in the direction of the place where you and your group normally hangout at. As you were walking you saw Souta laughing with his friends. He saw you. And when he did he gave you a cocky smirk. You made a disgusted face and kept walking.

Ew. you thought

Souta, he’s probably the only person on this earth that Sanzu hates more than you. Can't blame him. Souta was a dick and, unlike Sanzu, he didn't hide it. There was no one that was free from his bullying.

You arrived at the spot where you saw Touma waving at you. Surprisingly there was only him, the brothers and Sanzu.

God, Touma is an angel.

He was the nicest person you met in your life.

You came up to him and you two gave each other a hug.

“So Y/N.” Sanzu started. “How is being a low life going?” He said with that smirk of his.

Already?

“I don’t know, Sanzu. I haven’t reached your level yet.” You said without looking up from your phone. You could hear the brothers snicker.

“Aren’t you a funny one?” He said, walking up to you. He makes sure to look at you without moving his head down. To make sure you know he’s looking down on you.

Asshole

He always does that.

“Someone has to be.” You said looking at him. “And you're clearly not the man for the job.”

“Oh really? So-”

“Sanzu.” Rindou looks at him with a slight glare. He can already see that Sanzu is about to say something that might end bad. Sanzu looks back at Rindou, annoyed.

“Whatever.” He says with a scoff. “I’m going-”

“Aww leaving already? I thought you would spend some time with me.” You turn around to see a tall man walking in the direction of your group. Souta.

“The fuck do you want?” Sanzu looked at him with hooded eyes.

Impressive

And you thought you could piss off Sanzu with just your existence. Yet here is Souta, whole another level.

“Aww what’s wrong? I thought we were friends?”

“You’re delusional. Any sane person would stay away from someone like you.”

“You’re not though.”

“Neither am I delusional.” He said while turning away. “I’m going to the shop.” He said while looking at the brothers. “You two coming?”

And with that they left. So there you were standing with your best friend pretending that the problem person does not exist.

“So your boyfriend left, huh?” Souta scoffed. Who was he talking to? “Are you deaf or something?” He said annoyed. “Oi!” He said while poking, pretty harshly, on the side of your head.

“Excuse me, don’t touch me.” You said, trying to stay polite. You don’t need any trouble with him.

“So you’re not deaf!” He said with excitement.

“No, I’m not. And he’s not my boyfriend.” You said annoyed. “What on earth made you think that?”

“Oh so you're not? Why is he always defending you then?”

“What are you-?”

“So since you're not with him.” He said while getting closer. “Wanna get with me instead?” He said while pulling you by the waist.

Shit.

Too close. You can feel your breathing quickening.and no.. not in a good way.

You felt terrified. Who wouldn’t? Who in the world would like to be pulled in by the waist by someone like him?

“I will pass.” You try to stay calm.

“Oh don’t be that way! Or I may think you acutely like the pinky.” He said smiling.

“I-” You suddenly felt a strong pull. Touma? He pulled you away from that big bitch.

“They said that they will pass.” He said firmly. “Are you deaf?” That’s the most pissed off Touma you ever saw.

“If I were you I would keep my mouth shut.” Souta said and you could see the vein on the forehead.

“Oh please you're just a big bully who-” you put your hand on his mouth. You love Touma you truly do. That’s why you don’t want him to get killed.

“Oh look at the time.” You said nervously. “We should go to the class.”

While you were about to walk past Souta to head to the building you felt a slap. A slap on your ass.

There is no way

“Talk to you later then. I ain’t taking ‘no’ for an answer.” He said while smirking at you through his shoulder.

You froze.

You felt your whole body run cold.

There is no way in hell that that just happened.

“Y/N..?” You hear Touma ask clearly worried. “Are you..?”

“Yeah, let’s just.. go to the class.”

And you did. You sat at your seat and the lesson started. You felt like a shadow of yourself.. if not less. You don’t even know what’s going on in class. You feel disoriented. Lost. Confused. Why did that happen? How did that happen? Are you overreacting? It was just a slap. But was it though? If it wasn’t, you wouldn’t be feeling so down right now. You did nothing to deserve someone like that. To be treated that way. No one does.

I’m too deep in my mind.

Are you though?

He said he’s not taking no for an answer. Just thinking about it makes your skin crawl. Makes your heart stop for a second.

Touma looked worried and you bet Sanzu noticed that.

“Hey Y/N?” Touma started. You looked at him. His heart stops. Your eyes.. looked so dull. No life, no light, nothing. “What he did was not right. And it sure wasn’t your fault you know that, right? We can report that.”

Report? Sanzu thinks to himself. Just what in hell happened when he left?

“It was just a slap.”

“It wasn’t! He slapped your ass!What he did was se-”

That’s it

“Who?” Was all Sanzu asked.

“What?” You looked at him confused.

“Who slapped you?” His eyes were hudded, pissed off, he looked like he was ready to kill.

“Why do you care?”

“Y/N I asked who did it.” He said in a still tone in his voice.

“Souta.” Touma answered. “He tried hitting on Y/N after you guys left. He also said that he won’t take a ‘no’ for an answer.”

Sanzu suddenly shot up from his seat.

He saw red.

“I’m going to kill that bastard.” And with that he walked out of the class.

Shit

You never saw Sanzu so pissed off.

What if he actually kills him?

You quickly stood up.

“Find Ran and Rin.” You told Touma then ran after Sanzu.

You can’t let him do something dumb because of you!

You will feel guilty.

“What in the hell are you doing?!” You asked while following him. He was walking so fast you almost had to run.

“I’m going to put that fucker in a grave.” You froze for a second. It scared you. You never heard that much anger in his voice.

“Don’t be fucking stupid! Why do you care about it anyway?!” You yelled. Suddenly he stopped, turned around and grabbed your face with one hand and slightly squeezed your cheeks.

“That son of a bitch put his hands on you. On YOU. That’s fucking not allowed.”

“Wtf do you mean?”

“That means.” He steps closer to you but not close enough to make you uncomfortable. “Bullying you is my job. Anything to do with you has to do with me.”

“What?”

“Oh you’re so clueless.” He let you go and stormed into a classroom. Few seconds later he dragged Souta out by his hair while he was on the floor.

You don’t know what to do. You just stood there

Frozen

Again..

You stood there while Sanzu got on top of Souta and started to throw punches at him. One after another. There was blood and you swear he broke his nose.

You didn’t know what to do. You were scared to move.

“S-Sanzu..” You whispered. Your voice was trembling, your hands were too. Your legs felt weak.

“Y/N!” Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. Touma. Rin and Ran as well. They were pulling Sanzu off of Souta and trying to calm him down.

“Dude chill!” Rin was holding him down with his whole body. While Ran was kneeling in front of him trying to bring him back to his senses, ignoring Souta.

“You're scaring Y/N.” Ran started. “We get it! Okay, you make your point. You almost killed the guy. He deserves it, but you could have done this with no one around.” He scratched the back of his head while explaining. “You just made so much mess.. problem wise and cleaning wise.”

Slowly but surely Sanzu calmed down. The teachers arrived. Everyone told their story. And with that you and the rest went home. And when you did your body felt like a rock. When you laid down on your bed you could not get up. You laid there for hours. To the point the sun was no longer sitting in the sky.

You didn’t know how to feel with anything right now, so many things happened and the worst part was you felt guilty. You knew you shouldn’t.

Knock knock

Huh?

You stand up from your bed with the little energy you had left and look outside of your window.

“What in the fuck are you doing here?” You whispered.

“Visiting.” Sanzu answered. “Move aside and let me in, it's freezing out here.” He said. You moved aside to let him in. “Much better.”

“Why are you here?”

“Too see how you're doing. A lot has happened.” He said sitting down on the floor.

“I’m fine.”

“Bullshit. That motherfucker assaulted you. He deserves to be more then beaten up”

“You can’t do that to people just because.”

“Why not?”

“You- I swear.”

“See! Nothing is stopping you!” He said laughing. “Don’t blame yourself for anything that happened today. You did nothing wrong.” He said stand up. He came closer to you and ruffled your hair. “You did nothing wrong.”

“Why did you get so mad for me?” You asked, looking down.

“Isn’t that obvious?” He said, chuckling. “I think it was obvious. I like you.”

“What?”

“So I guess it wasn’t?”

“Why were you always so mean then?”

“To annoy you. You have a pretty face and it looks even cuter when it’s annoyed.” He said and took your hand in his and kissed the top of it. “I will be going then.” He said while getting ready to leave. “Sleep well!” And with that he left.

And you just stood there confused.

#tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers angst #sanzu x y/n #tokyo revengers sanzu #sanzu angst #sanzu x you #sanzu x reader #tokrev sanzu #sanzu fluff

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fanbynature · 2 months

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Curious why you’re upset Smosh is silent on Palestine but not any other global war happening right now. Yes what’s happening in Palestine is horrible, but so is what’s happening in Ukraine, Haiti, Sudan, Iraq, etc. Palestine isn’t the only country under siege and it says a lot that people are getting upset about this one because they have a Jewish cast member who made some really uninformed tweets about supporting Israeli civilians and liked a few Zionist hinting tweets that he unliked. I can’t think of a single instance where Smosh got vocal or involved about a political war. Yes they talk about social politics but that’s very different from something as sensitive and intricate as an actual ongoing genocide.

did you not read entirely what i wrote or not comprehend it, anon? Like I know english isn't my first language, but I thought it was pretty clear.

USA is actively helping Israel with billions of the money that get from the tax of US citizens as well as weapons.

The cast are US citizen - idk maybe the fact that their money is funding genocide should concern them and they should speak against it as people who have a big platform?

I mean it'd be lovely if they speak on every single bad current event that's happening in the world but l don't think they'll be that invested.

But being invested in what your country is "helping" be done to another country perhaps is good to be your priority, especially for people who are so vocal about politics and voting. Their president is complicit in war crimes and genocide. They're on side with literal fascist.

Also as a whole US was an active participant in the creation of Israel. And they sure do great smear campaigns to keep people "at bay".

And the point about Noah - I've posted multiple times about his actions. He didn't only like a few zionist tweets. He bragged about his great-grandfather being part of the creation of Israel - which tell me, anon, how it was achieved? Ah, yes - through stealing the land of the people there and either killing them or making them refuges aka the Nakba. Which again was with the help of USA.

He had also twitted, a while ago, about going to his birthright trip. But you won't be able to find it now cus people back then told him that it is all propaganda to make jews "oh so proud of the jewish state". He covered his tracks and had deleted the tweets.

He was raised a zionist. He's not simply a misguided little boy. He's a grown man with access to so much information yet he chose to be ignorant for YEARS.

People who are trying to find excuses for him - just simply block me, cus I'm not supporting him until he makes it clear he had changed his views.

But honestly anon I don't expect that much from them - they didn't even address the whole situation with Matt Raub when it was happening and kept him working there until he left on his own (and that very much wasn't a defy issue cus they sure like to blame 99% of their fuck ups on them - yes, they were horrible but even before defy was there smosh certainly wasn't the wisest when it came to some issues). I'm just a person expressing their frustation.

Peace out

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HUMANITY OVER PRIDE ( PART 1 )

Hello everyone, greetings ! This is an analysis i have written to explain the relationship of Inugami and Aoshika from the manga “ wolf guy “, despite the surrounding controversy with it which i agree with as well, this analysis here will explain to you why the respective relationship is a gem, of course this is my analysis and without a doubt my opinion, you are free to disagree and drop your own comments and thoughts, but….maybe it won’t hurt once in a while to give a controversial relationship a chance right ? Also english isn’t my first language, pardon me if i end up making grammer mistakes, anyways now to start the analysis, it will involve their trauma’s, understanding of each other, willingness to accept each other and devotion regarding physical and emotional means, this is a rough analysis with a rough order so any help to arrange it to seem more presentable is welcome, some of the panels i address might not be in order and some may be over-reaching, and most of all some panels will involve nudity and assault which i have tried my best to censor and at the same time to relay its meaning and message,

AND THE MOST IMPORTANT PART, YOU MUST HAVE READ THE ENTIRE STORY TILL THE ENDING TO BE ABLE TO UNDERSTAND THIS !

Now to start off with the analysis :-

HOW AOSHIKA AND INUGAMI MET :-

If you have read the manga till the end or even in the later arc’s you would notice that inugami doesn't care what happens to the humans considering his past and present, however he went on his way to help aoshika here, its not a huge detail or a moment, but its a detail worth suggesting that inugami didn’t despise all humans, which i will address to later in this analysis

2. AOSHIKA'S FIRST TRAUMATIC EVENT AND INUGAMI'S INSTINCTS :-

In the first dispute or fight of inugami with the gangsters, aoshika is reminded of her past trauma of being assaulted and faints to which inugami who in the later arcs admits that transforming into a werewolf is not worth it for these petty humans and yet chooses to use this power to protect her,….. but why would he do that ? It is without a doubt later evident in later arcs and even before the revelation that wolves cannot ignore a cry of sorrow in the night, it is in their nature…

3. INUGAMI'S PERCEPTION OF HUMAN'S AND THE CHANGE WITHIN :-

A few chapters later we then learn how inugami despises the humans not just for the fact what they did to his family when he was a child but also how no matter what they cannot differ or change from each other until the last image of a person is shown in his mind, that person being aoshika once again, to which he wonders why he would save her that day , readers would mistake it for him being only giving this special care and treatment to aoshika, but this would be proven wrong later on as he would go out his way to save the life of chiba, a gangster by standards but he was different in heart and mind from all those thugs, which is deemed worthy of inugami’s help, indeed love and companionship are different and yet same at one moment

4. AOSHIKA'S CURIOSITY FOR INUGAMI'S PRIDE :-

After aoshika learns that inugami has been hurt, shunned and targeted by others around him for being different, aoshika wonders as to just what could possibly maintain his pride and self esteem, she couldn't be blamed for her curiosity as she is a sexual assault victim who initially and later on thought to herself being robbed of her pride, and thought to herself that she in a situation similar to inugami’s wouldn't have been able to handle to it, being shunned and targeted by the world around her if they ever knew the truth about her tragedy, so how can he act so bold and calm accompanied by a unique charm ? This is the linchpin or the definitive starting point to their relationship

And its once again shown in another point in the story, how could such a boy who has been isolated and damaged by humans be so calm and bold in front a hundreds of their kind ?

Aoshika would still wonder as to how is such a boy able to maintain his composure in this situation where she might not have been able to

5. INUGAMI'S BAD OMEN AND AOSHIKA'S DESPERATE EFFORT :-

Later on aoshika would visit inugami’s guardian regarding his condition and his environment to which she is caught by surprise at the news that she should stay away from him as he invites tragedy to the lives of those he associates with which is also said by inugami later on, however she would be not willing to accept it for the fact that once again if the people around her knew that she was sexually assaulted in the past, they would consider her miserable, a bad image and someone others should stay away for which she blames herself for all this, a similar feeling shared by inugami despite the circumstances being quite different, thus she would show sympathy and curiosity to his condition, inugami states that he only wishes to live a life in solitary which is exactly how aoshika was living, being abandoned by her parents and her ex husband, she wanted to see the troubled expression of his behind that staggering pride of a face for she might have thought it was a facade just like how she is a different person with her trauma accompanying the back of her mind, soon after this his thoughts quickly change :-

The lines said here “ Ms. aoshika is the type that sprints “ which would mean that she is willing to help anyone

And the next line “ and through that trips spectacularly… “ which would mean that she is willing to throw herself at someone’s problems to help them,

Inugami truly regretted what he said because he considered her intentions as noble

As the story further goes onward, it is worth noting that aoshika cannot separate herself from a person who is shunned by the world around him/her

This is a very similar situation to how inugami related to wolves cannot ignore a sorrowful cry in the night

6. CONFLICT, HATE AND REGRET :-

Inugami would reject her advances which would later on hurt her clearly giving the intended idea that she was being despised, in one of the panels it is shown as if she were like a piece of glass or window and it was cracked by inugami, the last thing a victim of sexual assault would want is to be despised for their behaviour from other people, the differentiation truly harmed her, inugami remaining ignorant/oblivious to her trauma couldnt figure out what made her cry but at the same time, was inugami to be blamed ? A being so isolated from humans and companionship ever since he was a child is suddenly ushered in it, would then begin to cherish that outburst and want more which is what he wanted to avoid in the first place as evident later on

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2...

#anime #romance #romance manga #manga

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Hello!

Sorry if I make some mistakes, english isn’t my first language.

I just wanted to say the broken vow is the best story I’ve ever read in a while. Thank you for producing this masterpiece.

I genuinely had no idea that if your spouse is in long term coma, you can’t get divorced easily, like you have to wait 2-5 years depending on the state you’re in and have medical documents. (Did some research on the topic because I was so curious XD) I thought it would be so much easier, it definitely made me question whether or not coma state falls into the “sickness” part of the vow.

At first, I was sympathizing with the oc only and I perceived jungkook as purely evil. But re-reading it, I realized it’s actually very grey, and from his point of view, he actually went through a horrible betrayal.

I was wondering, if you had in mind to make some drabbles about their life after these events ? Because even though he legally tied her to him and she’s now his wife and can’t leave, there is not much he can do about her actual affections. I really wonder how their everyday life will be. Will she love him like before and forget what happened ? Or will she hold a grudge (understandably) ? How about him, how would he feel is oc is not the lovable wife he once knew ?

Also, can we just talk about how nice you are? Like I see how you reply to readers and you take your time to answer them in the best way possible. <3

Hi!! If there’s someone to whom you don’t need to apologise for any grammar mistakes - that’s me. English isn’t my first language as well, I’ve got you! 🫡

Right? I was also shocked how hard divorce is, if one party is in coma! Apparently the whole ‘in sickness and health’ goes deeper than thought, not to mention if any religious factors are involved - that makes everything 1000 times harder. Great absorvation, anon! (Would it be wrong to say, my writers ego has been boosted tremendously by you searching the information up 🥲)

It is morally a very grey storyline, the complexity of it also shows when MC continues to blame herself for the divorce; her fear of going to the hospital, her inability to defend herself, etc. Sad, considering the only time she sticked up for someone was Tae, and not herself

I’m still playing around with ideas for drabbles, I know that I’d like to make one of how they met/their first year together, but I’m a bit reluctant to write about how their relationship would unfold after the events in the story. To me, their story is more or less complete.

I answered an ask where I explained how their life would be afterward, if you want to, you can read it here; it’s a longer one, but it gives a clear description and some scenarios of what their relationship is like!

I don’t think people expect this, but their relationshiafterwardds isn’t that bad, their biggest problem is that they both suffered trauma, and don’t know how to deal with it/refuse help. At the end of the story I tried to highlight MC’s inner turmoil, where she blames herself for not being able to hate JK; realistically, they didn’t divorce because they were on bad terms, they divorced because MC lost all hope that he’d wake up. And when he woke up she was very confused, she realised she loves both JK and Tae, but ultimately chose Tae because he was her husband, and also - loyalty.

She would not forget what happened, but the fact that her ‘husband’ is still unwell, would make her go into worry mode for a while, and she wouldn’t ignore him when he is so visibly ill. Even more so, JK has the upper hand in all fights, he can easily use his weak body to shut down any conversation he doesn’t want to take part in.

MC has turned from being the lovable wife to the distraught wife; she does care - she cares a lot, but her utmost priority is to make sure JK is well, and not to drown him in affection; this on the other hand infuriates JK like nothing else. I also discussed this in greater detail in the previous ask. All in all, their relationship could work. Still, they both need to see a therapist, and I imagine that going along the lines - they make some progress, the therapist says that MC should have a say in the divorce/marriage, JK absolutely refuses and they're back at square 1. So, a lot of work and not so much patience.

Thank you for the kind words, anon! I do my best - both in writing and answering all the asks/comments. It's important that all of you feel comfortable communicating with me ☺️

Thank you for the ask, best wishes! 🌻

#TBV asks

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Hi! Omg this might be a bit long haha, and English isn’t my first language so I apologize for the mistakes! I’ve followed you for quite some time now and you run my favorite Beatles blog, I love and agree with all of your takes, and it is refreshing to read from someone who is willing to be a bit more…cautious, or take a step back? Especially when it comes to real historical figures like freaking John Lennon and Paul McCartney and their marriage/relationship with each other. I also have weird freak out moments of “omg what am I doing, I can’t be spending this much time speculating about the love life of 80 years old rock stars Jesus Christ???” So I tend to gravitate towards blogs like yours that take the historical factors and contexts etc into account and are respectful about the fact that really… While we should acknowledge that what they had was beautiful, unique and special, these dumb lads and their situationship is a lot more complex than “they were secretly in love and were secretly dating, and everything they ever did and said was about the other, and life was perfect until wasn’t!”

I mean these are real, complicated, imperfect people with an insanely deep and special loving bond / lifelong obsession with each other, and I hope I can sort of study and understand their relationship and its impact on the band/music in a more respectful, holistic, non-shippy approach if that makes sense, cause really I’ve just never in my life witnessed something quite like it before 😅 (I also often have weird freak out moments when I see a new mclennon facts/picture or think about them too hard where I'm just "whaaaaat the hell happened between these two soulmates people Jesus Christ GET A ROOM AND JUST TALK I BEG OF YOU")

With that said thank you so much for indulging me with song theories, horny asks and your amazing fan fiction 😈 I’m absolutely OBSESSED with it and how you wrote them as flawed individuals learning to finally talk and grow/love together 🥰 I think one of my favorite aspects of their relationship precisely is the complexity of it. Here's one of my favorite quotes from Paul about it!

"John and I were two of the luckiest people in the twentieth century to have found each other. The partnership, the mix, was incredible. We both had submerged qualities that we each saw and knew. I had to be the bastard as well as the nice melodic one and John had to have a warm and loving side for me to stand him all those years. John and I would never have stood each other for that length of time had we been just one-dimensional.”

Paul McCartney talking about John Lennon in 1997

Can’t wait for more! ❤️

Thank you for this incredibly kind and thoughtful message. It's like talking into the void often on Tumblr, so it's really gratifying to know that you enjoy the content I put out :-). It's hard, isn't, to walk that line? Because really, I know fandom is about having fun, so it's not like anyone is doing it wrong. And, clearly, I don't think anything I said here would in anyway impact the lives of Ringo or Paul (or any of the Beatles' families). So, to an extent, I think it's silly how I something tie myself in knots trying to untangle where the 'line' is for me. But, I think, for me it comes down to wanting to understand them a little more. I want to know why things happened in the way they did. I want to know why they worked so well for so long. I want to know why it all fell apart so badly. I don't care about blame or who is 'better' person. So, anyway, I guess I want to try and explore that in as full a way as possible.

But. At the same time. I like to pause and think, "That nice, but also wouldn't it be nice if I wrote a little story where John and Paul got to be openly queer and in love?" So, you know, there's that.

I really love being able to chat about the band and I'm so lucky to get such funny, interesting and thought-provoking asks. It's been such a joy.

I'm making alright progress on the story, so hopefully it won't be too long. I'm at the stage where it's so tempting to just start posting what I have. But I won't. Probably.

That quote is utterly perfect. It really captures the magic of them but also that really important point: they truly saw one another. They got that the other way special (so special, maybe too special) and that gave them the confidence to continue on with the band. Just lovely.

#beth rambles #thanks for sending this #it made me happy

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chicleeblair · 5 months

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Dawn of Redeeming Grace [7/23]

Chapter Seven: Your Finger on My Hair Pin Trigger|| FFN

Rating: NC-17/Explicit

Pairings: Meredith Grey/Derek Shepherd

Six weeks after Derek left to take the NIH job, Meredith is ready to use the holidays to prove she has this working mom thing on lock. Sure, he neglected to tell her he'd be bringing a guest, but whatever, 'Tis the season for truces. Even Ellis Grey took the day off. But with every moment of family togetherness, a return to the trenches seems more impossible. Can a few days of peace put their relationship back on track, or has she fallen for the illusion of a snow-globe, destined to either settle or shatter?

Dawn of Redeeming Grace|| FFN

I can’t explain how important this chapter is to me. The shower scene especially is a major turning point, and I could pick at it forever. I really love writing Meredith and Zola, too. Facts: It is incredibly difficult to find picture books set in African countries directly here. That English is a primary language in many of them, and that they have contact with the orphanage, helps, but not everyone has that privilege. The Jamela books I referenced are really cute. (Not kidding about the trope. Relatedly, creatures consuming other creatures, particularly whole, squeaks me, and I blame The Muppets.) Also, do yourself a favor and spend some time on the MuppetWiki page for international productions, and Big Birds. Both are fascinating. I watched this documentary on the Bangladeshi production in college. They do good work. (This marks the first of several times where I spent far too long on MuppetWiki for this fic).

I think the show did a decent job showing that Zola dealing with being an interracial adoptee once Maggie was around, but I also wanted to see more of Meredith and Derek dealing with it. To be as comfortable as she is with it, Zola has to have the basics. I was adopted, and I heard my story all the time, and got Why Was I Adopted? at the same time as Where Did I Come From? It might be a little advanced for four-and-a-month, but kids can be very aware if something is a part of their day-to-day life.

There’s so much underlying damage still unaddressed at 11x12 “The Great Pretender.” That’s where we see Meredith’s mask really start to slip. With Derek gone, she could put it in a box that only opened at night, but when she tries to go visit, and can’t, we see the vulnerability that had mostly been hidden behind her outbursts—it’s in her eyes, though. Always. Rewatching the “What Happened to You” scene; the way Derek looms over her, and his face…. Ugh. I don’t love that the show edits his exit after that as though it mirrors Richard’s—it does, in some ways. Meredith taking the blame, when it’s deeper than that, Meredith being the one left—but I don’t think the underlying issues are the same. Derek isn’t jealous of her; he’s having to reconsider what he wants and what that means about who he is. That went on the back burner after Addison left, and with Amelia there, he’s having to accept that he’s NOT into being as career-focused.

The show implies he’s gone from 11x09-11x16—probably because there wasn’t a holiday episode that season (lucky for me)—I refuse to accept him not at least trying to be there for Zola’s birthday—Meredith would kill him. (You can decide if this happened or he missed the flight in canon.)—and he wouldn’t miss Christmas. That’s not Derek Shepherd. ( I realize that I keep giving poor Mer sex issues in my chaptered fics—and it happens again in one of my WIPs!—but her sexuality is tied to her emotional state.)

He’s always the catalyst for trying to put something in the past without a complication. (Meredith does it too, goes along with it, but primarily it is Derek), and when he’s away in D.C., not facing the damage constantly, it’s easier to do that. Meanwhile, Meredith remembers the last time they did that, and for her it’s all knotted up with finding out about her mom and Richard, “What happened to you?” and drowning. She lost him/thought she was too broken for him the last time the water went under the whatever. He broke her trust with Rose. And everything with Maggie has pushed those memories up. She’s not the Meredith we get in 11x17. The streak isn’t as long; she hasn’t made it through the holidays, plus three months. She’s at the end of 11x12. I sort of hate that we have two episodes in the middle of this that are from Amelia and Herman’s perspective, because it’s harder to map Meredith’s interiority, but I like that arc, so oh well.

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