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143hyunes · 10 months

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when you help them shave

includes: ot8 x gn reader

genre: domestic fluff, crack(?), sfw

synopsis: you ask your bf if you can help him shave

warnings: implied established relationship, use of nicknames like baby; babe, lots of kissing, suggestive (lee know & seungmin), mention of blood in han's part, extreme **fluff**

wordcount: 2.5k

a/n: i saw a similar hc a while back, so i was hesitating whether i should upload this for the longest time (i've had this in the drafts since January 😭), my version is different from that one though, i can't believe i'm finally posting this. anyways i hope you like this <33 as always reblogs and feedback appreciated !!

CHAN

Days off with Chan were always eventful. Today was one such day and he was in a playful mood. The razor was in your right hand while you held onto his chin, in order to glide the razor easily across his jaw and cheeks. But Chan had other plans, you yelped out in surprise when he pulled your waist against his naked torso, the razor dropping from your hands, luckily the razor was not near his face and he didn’t get hurt. “Christopher! You could’ve seriously gotten hurt, please don’t do that again.”

“Yes ma’am!” He cheekily exclaimed, saluting you. When his hands went back to your waist again, you gave him a glare.

“What? Can’t I be close to my baby?” He said matter of factly. You sighed, you loved his cute antics, the way he was always seeking out your touch even when asleep, if he could he would never leave your side. “Okay, ok, I guess we can compromise.”

You led him out to your shared bedroom, setting the glass with water and shaving cream on the floor. When he sat down, he guided you to sit down on his lap. After you had settled on his lap, you started your handiwork on his face again.

“All done.” You say grinning, satisfied with your work. “Finally.” He says before pulling you in for a kiss, the kiss is soft, tender and unhurried.

Both of you stop to take a breathe but don’t pull away from each other, almost sharing the same air. “I love you.” His sudden admission makes you blush. “Like I really, really love you.” He enunciated, nuzzling into your neck.

“Then will you make breakfast and do the dishes today?” He giggles.

“Anything for you baby.”

LEE KNOW

Your boyfriend’s insistence on not keeping a straight face was getting troublesome, you had been trying to shave his face for the past half an hour. He kept making goofy, semi scary expressions, you didn’t know how he could have so much control over his features. “Lee Minho, you’re really going to get hurt and ruin your shirt and it won’t be an accident.”

“I won’t hesitate to resort to violence.” You warn him again.

That seemed to make him stop but you should’ve known better, his hand had sneaked around you to get the bottle of the shaving foam. You dodged just in time but his attacks didn’t stop after his failed attempt. He finally managed to get the foam on your face. “You’re such a brat.” You scoffed.

You had to restrain him, that’s the only way you could get work done. Your left hand held both of his wrists behind his back while you used the right to shave his face, you tried to finish as quickly as possible because he could easily break free from your “constraints”. He played along though and was surprisingly cooperative. “Damn, babe I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff.”

“Shut up.” You knew you would not hear the end of it and soon his friends would also start teasing you. After you were done, you playfully, lightly slapped his right cheek. He sent you a skittish glare before caressing your neck and leaning in. You thought he would kiss you but he pulled away at the last moment.

“Ugh,, you’re such a menace.”

“You know you love it.” You begrudgingly agree, giving his lips a chaste kiss.

CHANGBIN

“Bin, Bin!” You slowly shake his shoulders.”Don't fall asleep on me when I’m shaving your face.” You say while cupping his face, he leans into your touch giving your palm a soft kiss.

“Mhm hmm.” He hums.

You dutifully start shaving the side of his jaw again, when you clean the razor of the foam on it, you feel soft curly hair and hot breathe on your neck as he lays his head down on your shoulder.”Oh my baby is really tired, isn’t he?” You coo, your fingers massaging his scalp and he only lets out a cute grunt still laying on your shoulder.

“Tell you what, if you let me finish shaving your face, I’ll make pancakes with chocolate chips for you.” That seems to wake him up and he obediently faces you. You laugh at his antics, the way to his heart was truly through food.

You quickly shave the remaining hairs on his face and give him kisses all over his face. You watch as he snuggles back into the sheets, he looks so cute and endearing, you just want to bite him.

You make the pancake batter and add chocolate chips to it. You flip the last pancake and add it to the stack. Pouring his favourite apple juice into a glass, you take it and the plate of pancakes to him, you knock on the door to wake him up. He gives you a smile that you would kill for.

His takes his first bite and smiles up at you again. “Really delicious, babe.” he says his mouthful of the pancake, he lifts his fork up for you to taste your creation. He always does this, sharing his food and feeding it to you too.

After he’s done eating, he convinces you to take a nap with him. You can never resist him and the way his arms around you make you feel warm and safe. Slumber soon finds the both of you as you cuddle.

HYUNJIN

Hyunjin’s leaning against the wash basin, lowering his body so you can easily shave his face, he holds onto your waist for support. His hands are rubbing small circles on your waist and he’s humming along to one of your favourite songs that plays from the bluetooth speaker. Quiet nights like this where you have his undivided attention make you so giddy.

Hyunjin always liked to hold intense eye contact, something that made you very shy at the start of you guys’ relationship, it still flusters you. His intense gaze on you right now was making your cheeks heat up, you’re always curious as to why he does that, so you decide to ask him right now.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” you meekly ask him, the scrutiny of his gaze making you timid.

“Nothing, you just look so cute while you’re concentrating on something.”

That makes you stop, your blush deepening at his confession. “But you always look at me like that.”

He seems to ponder over his next words, his lips and eyebrows quirking up, making him all the more endearing. A stray strand of hair falls into his face and you tuck it behind his ear, cupping his face.

“It’s because I love you, I’m trying to commit your face to my memory, so you’re there even when I close my eyes.” He finally answers.

Sometimes you feel overwhelmed by the love he has for you, this feeling making you feel full, akin to having a meal with your loved ones where after your hunger is satiated due to the good food and the hearty conversations.

Still cupping his face you lean in to kiss him, trying to convey your love and feelings you cannot describe through the kiss. And he understands, like he always does, both of you were so attuned to each other’s emotions and mannerisms like you were cut from the same clothe.

He breaks away from the kiss only to go back to kiss your forehead. It had become his 2nd favourite spot to kiss you, after you had let it slip one such night that you really liked forehead kisses because they made you feel loved and safe.

HAN

Han had had a very eventful day today and you could tell from the way he was so excited to tell you all about it while you shaved his facial hair. He was a ball of energy even at the end of the day, his animated gestures making you smile.

He seemed to forget that you held a sharp razor in your hand and turned his head abruptly, you pulled your hand away but it was not soon enough.”Ow!” He yelped out in pain.

The razor had scratched his skin, making it bleed; fortunately the cut wasn’t too deep.

You remove the first aid kit from the bottom drawer, using the alcohol you clean his wound. It hurts your heart when he flinches from the sting of it, but you proceed to apply antiseptic cream to his wound, softly blowing on it, in hopes that it would hurt less.

You kiss the mole on his left cheek, you couldn’t resist it. He smiles, his thumb caressing your cheek.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful with the razor.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault babe, I should’ve been more attentive and not move around so much.” He reassured you, kissing your forehead.

“Let me kiss it better, unless it doesn’t hurt too much?” You grin cheekily.

He suddenly clutches the side of his face, acting like he’s in indescribable pain.”Oww, Y/N it hurts really bad, only my baby’s kisses can heal me now.”, he exclaims with a pout.

You giggle while kissing his soft lips, he leans into the kiss, holding your face.

Later you did each other’s skin care routine, you were of course careful of his wound, not wanting to hurt him. You spent the rest of the night watching anime cuddled up beside each other.

FELIX

Felix really liked being taken care of. The blush that creeped up his neck when you asked him if you could help him shave his face today, was indication enough. And you liked taking care of people. You were perfect for each other.

The razor hovers just before his jaw while he looks at you with such a loving expression that it floors you. He looks so adorable even with his bed head, the sunlight streaming in through the bathroom windows, making his skin glow. The freckles on his face truly shining like constellations in the night sky. You were hit with a huge wave of love for him, you just couldn’t not kiss him, not when he looked at you like you had put up all the stars in the sky. So you did, feeling lucky to call him yours.

He smiled into your kiss, returning it with the same fervour.

“I love you, Lixie.” He only giggles, blush deepening.

“Oh really? What a coincidence, because I love you too, baby.” His voice was deep and gravelly after the long hours of sleep and it was driving you crazy would be an understatement.

You only realise that you have shaving foam on your face when he wipes it off you, his movements delicate. You must have gotten it on you when you kissed him.

After you were done, he made breakfast for the both of you, scrambled eggs for him and sunny side up for you. You loved how domestic all of this was and could imagine spending the rest of your days like this, basking in each other’s love. What you didn’t know was that Felix shared the same thoughts as you, already planning your future in his head.

SEUNGMIN

Seungmin was very apprehensive of the idea of you shaving his face, you were naturally clumsy and he was afraid you would abrade his skin.

“If I get hurt I’m suing you.”

“Kim Seungmin, do you want to sleep on the couch tonight?”

“No.” He says begrudgingly.

“Then you will listen to what I say.”

You gently drag the razor across his face while he stands as still as a statue. He really is afraid of you hurting him, so you decide to tease him. You flick the foam on his jaw and giggle when it lands on his hair. It looks like he has a cloud on his head, when your hand again goes to flick the foam, he grabs ahold of your wrists. “Why’re you such a brat today?”

“I just really like teasing you, Seung.” You say directly looking him in the eyes, his right hand holding onto your wrist, in between your faces.

Releasing the grip on your hand, he leaned down, his hair touching yours and now you too, had a cloud on top of your head. “Now we’re even.”

“Hey! Not fair, you attacked when I was distracted!”

“You’re the one who started it.” He says while crossing his arms. He towered over you though it was not much, you caught him off guard when you tickled his sides. Soon enough, it turned into a tickle battle and both of you were out of breathe.

You had no idea how it happened but he had somehow managed to cage you between his arms, your back against the glass wall of the shower. “You’re really such a brat.’ He says raising your chin with his pointer finger. “But it’s ok. I actually like it.” Before you know it, he’s leaning into kiss you.

You don’t know how he could be so passionate with his kisses so early in the morning, his tongue fighting for dominance with yours.

“I like being a brat for you too.”

JEONGIN

It was a lazy day in and you were cuddling with your boyfriend, when you had the idea to shave his facial hair. “Can I shave your face?” You asked as you looked up at him from where you lay on his chest. He makes a distinct sound of agreement to your question.

“Okay, let’s go.” You say pulling at his hand.

“Now? But I’m so comfortable.” He says pouting.

“What can I do to convince you?” You say nudging his side.

“Can we pleasee have Mc Donald’s for breakfast?” He asks, flashing his signature charming, dimpled smile.

“Hmm, it’s not healthy, you know that baby.”

“But-I’m also craving a hash brown. Oh what the hell, you only live once.” You say giving in.

He gives your cheek a kiss when you agree to his peculiar request.

Both of you decided to place the order after you were done shaving, since the food arrives fast.

Jeongin was really compliant and before you knew it you were done, it was going surprisingly smoothly. He must have really wanted to eat his favourite shrimp burger.

You, however, soon realised that you had spoken too soon, as your boyfriend’s hand collided with dirty soap water and it almost spilled on you. Luckily for you his reflexes were strong and he caught the glass before it could spill on you.

“You’re such a klutz, babe.” You tch, teasing him.

“That’s not how you treat your saviour.” He haughtily replies, a lilt in his voice.

“You’re also the one who put me in harm’s way.”

“Okay, fair enough. Can we please order Mc Donald’s now?”

You go to the bedroom to find your phone and place the order. When food finally arrives, the smile on Jeongin’s face is so big that it makes you smile too. Lazy days would always be the best as long as your boyfriend was with you.

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slut4thebroken · 6 months

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Nymphomania

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Pairing | Jonathan Crane x patient!reader

Summary | You been trying for months to get Dr. Crane to give in. After a bold attempt, he finally breaks.

Warnings | Sexual content, 18+, smut, age gap, doctor/patient relationship?, mentions of murder, reader is so horny and we’re here for it, degradation, humiliation, face fucking, deep throating, rough oral sex, slight dubcon? but only because he’s “reluctant”, filthy nasty disgusting oral sex😭

Words | 2.6 k

Notes | He’s about 38 in this fyi. Also I already have an idea for a second part but it’s not even started so don’t expect it any time soon lol

Ao3 link | <3

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Dr. Crane has been your psychiatrist for several months now. Ever since your first session, you’ve been completely smitten and you were never shy about showing it. At first he was uncomfortable with your forwardness and flirty behavior, but he quickly learned to just ignore it… and most of the time he’s successful. But every once in a while you’ll say something particularly bold and he’ll reprimand you with a blush.

Today was no different. You were brought to the usual room where your sessions take place and you waited eagerly for him to arrive. When the door finally opened and he walked in, you perked up, a giddy smile making its way on your face.

“How are you today?” He asked as he set down his things, then sat across from you.

“Better now that you’re here.” You put your elbow on the table and rested your chin on your hand, staring up at him through your lashes. “How are you?”

“Busy. Shall we get started?” The dismissal was not lost on you… but you’ve never been one to cooperate.

“You sound stressed, doctor. Maybe I can help you relax?” You purred, slowly extending your leg to brush your foot over his shin, sliding it up. He pushed your foot back down, then moved his chair back a little as he cleared his throat.

“Behave.” He warned, making your lips curl up into a smirk.

“For you? Always.” He scoffed at that, but he can’t blame you for not behaving. Not when it’s not even your fault. “It’s not my fault I act like this.” You said defensively.

“No?”

“I wouldn’t be so needy if you’d just help me out every once in a while.” You whined, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“I’m sure you’re perfectly capable of taking care of that yourself.”

“I don’t like doing it myself, it’s not the same. Need you, doctor.” Your gaze shifted to his lips before settling on his hands, examining the veins leading up into his arms, covered by his suit. You wished the table wasn’t here so you could see all of him though.

“Need your cock.” You suddenly looked at his eyes again and the only indication you got that he was affected by your words was the slight bob of his throat as he swallowed. “Please, Dr. Crane.” You pouted, leaning forward a little, wishing your top was lower to help you out.

“If you need to be fucked so bad, you shouldn’t have killed four people and gotten yourself stuck in here.” He said, sounding almost bored.

“I didn’t kill people, I killed men.” You said, now much more annoyed, but quickly brought your tone back to something sweeter. “And I guess I just thought at least one hot guy in here would be willing to fuck me. I didn’t plan on having my options completely limited to you.”

“How are they limited?”

“Because I don’t want anyone else! I just want you. And I can tell you feel the same, you’re just too obsessed with your job to act on it.” You frowned. He took in a deep breath through his nose and looked away from you as he thought.

“Come here.” He suddenly said, leaning forward while beckoning you to do the same. Once you were leaned over the table slightly, you let your eyes fall to his lips as you waited for his next move. “My job isn't the issue. It’s the fact that you’re a criminally insane little girl.” He said lowly, making you press your thighs together as you squirmed.

“I'm 20.” You defended weakly.

“Exactly. I was already a legal adult when you were born.”

“So? That just makes it hotter.” You said quietly, then bit your lip, staring up at him with wide, innocent eyes. He didn’t respond and you tried not to shrink under his gaze. After another moment you sighed and leaned back, his eyes following every movement carefully. When you pushed your chair back, he stiffened.

“What are you doing?” You slid down the chair to the floor, then crawled under the table. He started moving his chair back so you grabbed the legs to keep it in place. Because of his attempt to get away from you, you now had enough room to get out from under the table, but the space between it and the chair was small enough that your shoulders pressed against his spread legs.

“Please? I need your cock, Dr. Crane.” You pouted, placing your hands on his thighs and snaking them up. “I’ve been thinking about it every day for months. Please let me have a taste.” You did your best to hide your smirk as you stared up at him through your lashes. When you suddenly leaned forward and started mouthing at his cock through his clothing, he roughly grabbed your hair, making you whine and work even harder.

“Insatiable little slut.” He spat, wrenching your head back uncomfortably so that you were looking up at him again. Since you couldn’t use your mouth, you placed a hand on his bulge, making his grip on your hair tighten. You couldn’t help the open-mouthed smile that crept up on your face at the rough treatment. That seemed to only make him angrier though.

“Hands behind your back.” He ordered. You smirked and glanced down at your hand on his bulge, debating if you wanted to be a brat or not. When his grip got impossibly tighter, you released him and placed your hands behind yourself. You had a feeling that he would end up giving you what you want.

“You go a few months without it and turn into a cock hungry whore,” You moaned and squeezed your thighs together, looking up at him with a glint in your eyes. “Like a fucking bitch in heat.” He spat.

“Please, Dr. Crane.” You said through a moan. “Please, I need it.” Your gaze shifted between his face and his crotch hungrily.

“Stop talking.” He hissed.

“If you want me to shut up, you know what to do.” You smirked at him and he clenched his jaw, letting out a heavy breath through his nose. He seemed to be debating what to do— torn between not wanting to give you what you want and finally shutting you up.

“Take it out.” He ordered. You don’t think your hands have ever moved faster. They immediately shot out and started working on his belt, then the button, and finally the zipper. When his cock was finally free, you let out a low moan and tried to lean forward, but he stopped you with the hand in your hair. “Hands behind your back.” You whined but obeyed and he pulled you closer, using his free hand to fist his cock. You could smell him now and you knew that he could feel your panting breaths with how close you were.

“Please.” You mewled, shuffling closer.

“Move your hands and we’re done. Understand?” He warned. You didn’t know if he meant done right now, or done for good and you’ll be assigned to someone else, but both options sounded terrible.

“Yes, doctor.” You stared up at him through your lashes with wide, innocent eyes, silently pleading him to give you what you want.

He relented and pulled your head down as your mouth fell open, eagerly anticipating what you’ve been craving since you first arrived here. When you finally wrapped your lips around the tip, you moaned loudly at the taste and let your eyes flutter shut. You flicked your tongue over it, lapping up what little precum there was, then tried to swallow him down deeper. He stopped you with the hand in your hair and you let out a long, needy whine.

“Don’t be a brat.” You blushed at the tone he used to scold you, feeling like a child. You obeyed with a pout and mouthed at the tip of his cock, clasping your hands together so they wouldn’t subconsciously move from your back.

He started pushing you down, then back up, agonizingly slow. When you looked up at him again, he cursed under his breath and started moving you a little faster. You hollowed your cheeks and pressed your tongue against the underside of his cock, trying hard to impress him and earn his praise. But all you got was a soft sigh.

You whined, wanting to pull off so you could beg for more. He just shushed you and kept up the slow pace of shallow thrusts.

“Please.” You tried to say around him, the word coming out garbled and almost incoherent.

“What, this isn’t enough for you?” He suddenly pulled you off and you panted as you caught your breath.

“Fuck my throat.” You gasped out, cheeks heating up. “Please.” You added so it didn’t seem like a demand. He pushed you back down, resuming the original pace.

“I’m surprised it took murder for them to put you in here. I would’ve thought it’d be nymphomania.” You moaned at the subtle degradation and squeezed your thighs together, aching to reach a hand between your legs. He finally sped up, but kept his thrusts shallow, barely even brushing the back of your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked harder, trying to make it even better. “That’s it… Put that mouth to good use for once.” You didn’t let the insult deter you.

He suddenly forced you all the way down and you choked, not expecting it. Holding your hair tight enough to make your head throb, he kept you there, his cock buried so deep that your nose was against his pelvis. With the lack of air and the pressure on your gag reflex, your eyes were watering and you looked up at him with a muffled whimper, making him curse under his breath.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna cry? I thought you wanted this?” He sneered, making you whine. He pulled you back until just the tip was in your mouth and let you take in a deep breath before shoving you back down. Rather than holding you there, he started bobbing your head up and down his cock, breaching your throat barrier each time. You couldn’t help the way you gagged and choked, but you didn’t dare try to pull away.

“I thought a whore like yourself would’ve been good at this.” He said, disappointed. Your brows furrowed, not able to express your frown any other way. When he removed his hands, your expression turned into one of confusion. “Go ahead, nympho. Prove that you deserve to suck my cock.” You moaned around him, but quickly stepped up to the challenge.

You were moving much slower than he was, choking each time you forced yourself all the way down, but determined not to give up. When you looked up at him, he almost seemed bored as he watched you. You pulled off and he raised his brows in a silent question.

“Can I please use my hands?” You asked quietly, voice already hoarse.

“No.” With a pout, you shuffled closer and leaned down, this time aiming for his balls. His spit soaked cock rested on your face, furthering your humiliation and arousal. You licked at them before sucking one into your mouth, making him let out a pleased sigh. You worked it over in your mouth for a few seconds before moving to the other one to do the same.

You licked up along the underside of his cock with a small smirk— he was practically pulsing because of how hard he was. When you reached the tip, you licked up the precum with a low moan, then took him back in your mouth, immediately going all the way down.

He let you control the pace for a few more thrusts before grabbing your hair again and speeding up. When he let out a low groan, you quickly looked up to see his face, finding him with his lips slightly parted and his eyes half lidded and he stared down at you. He forced you all the way down, then held you there, and you whimpered around him, trying to control your gag reflex.

“Lick my balls.” You furrowed your brows, still looking up at him, and he all but rolled his eyes. “Fucking lick them.” He spat, jerking your head down even though your lips were already at the base. You stuck your tongue out and tried to obey, making him groan.

“There you go…” He placed both hands on the sides of your head for a better grip, then started roughly pulling you up and down. You choked and sputtered, but his grip was unmoving. “Fuck— Keep this up and I might just let this happen again.” He said through a breath, making your stomach flutter at the thought.

He continued using your mouth practically as a fleshlight, ignoring your gagging and muffled sounds, focusing solely on his orgasm. After what felt like minutes but was probably just seconds, you felt your body start to try and pull away from the brutal attack on your throat. Even though your mind didn’t want you to, your body was panicking. His moans grew louder and you begged your body to endure just a little longer, needing him to come down your throat.

“Stop fucking fighting it, bitch. You wanted this, so take it.” He growled, moving you faster and pushing you down harder. Your eyes burned with tears and it wasn’t long before they started falling, making him even more frenzied and desperate. His hips were bucking into you now as he forced your head up and down his cock, barely pulling you back more than halfway.

After only a few more thrusts, he forced you all the way down with a low groan, using both hands to keep you there with your nose buried in his pelvis. His hips would occasionally buck into you as he rode out his orgasm. You moaned at the feeling of his come hitting your throat, but wished you could taste him too. Once his cock stopped twitching and his sounds died down, he finally loosened his grip enough to let you pull back and you coughed almost violently as he panted.

“Satisfied?” He asked through a breath, looking down at you.

“For now.” You smirked, but batted your eyes at him innocently. He released your hair and you frowned, but didn’t protest any further.

“Clean it.” He ordered and you eagerly dove back in to lick at his softening cock. You were more just enjoying tasting him rather than cleaning up all of your spit… which he seemed to notice. “I said, clean it.” You looked up at him, but when you were met with a warning glare, you just huffed and did as he said, licking his cock and balls to clean him as much as possible. “Put it back now.” Despite the fact that you wanted nothing more than to do the opposite, you tucked his softening cock back in his pants and fastened them before buckling his belt.

“Good.” Your heart practically stopped at the sudden praise. “Sit back down.” You frowned, but obeyed, waiting for the next command. “Trust that if you touch yourself before our next session, I will know, and I will have someone else take over as your psychiatrist. Do you understand?” Your frown deepened as a needy whine left you and he raised his brows in response, challenging you, making you huff.

“Yes..” You muttered, looking at the table as you slouched in your chair, sulking. The next few days are going to be absolute torture.

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ameenvie · 7 months

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I Think He Knows - Jamie Tartt x fem!Reader

masterlist | ao3 | ko-fi | fic recs

"his hands around a cold glass makes me wanna know that body like it's mine"

Word count: 4.6k Warnings: nsfw, smut, minors DNI! kind of angry sex, unprotected sex (wouldn't recommend irl), oral(male receiving), fingering, p in v sex, praise kink, dirty talk, slightly dom!Jamie(?), hickeys, possessiveness Tags: smut Prompt/Summary: You go out to get your mind off work and Jamie - but to your surprise he shows up at the same bar as you. Things happen. Put me in horny jail. A/N: This is the first smut I've written in a hot minute, and my first ever Jamie fic, so I just hope it doesn't suck! 😭❤ I still have to get the hang of how to write him. Maybe the intro/non-smut part is a bit too long, but idk I kept rewriting this so much. :') I hope you enjoy nevertheless! ❤❤❤

It felt like thousands of hammers were beating down onto your head. You were staring at your computer screen, trying to grasp what you were looking at, but the stress, the flickering office lights, and the constant noises of talking made it impossible.

“I need a break” you exclaimed as you promptly stood up from your desk. The conversation next to you came to a halt as Keeley gave you a worried look.

“Are you alright, babe?”

“Sure, I just need a little fresh air” you answered with a sweet smile. Even though Keeley was your boss, she was also one of your best friends, and you were thankful to the universe that you met her.

You were the social media manager at KJPR responsible for the AFC Richmond brand. And as fun and exciting as it was, there were moments when you just wanted to run away and never look back. Such as today.

The team had a new brand partnership deal, and few of the players had to post to their socials about certain products. It was really nothing extraordinary, but it was a big brand so it was crucial that everything was on schedule. Now you were in the reporting phase, and you haven’t received the necessary info from one of the players yet. As you stood outside the office building, leaning against the wall, you picked your phone out of your pocket and dialed him. It rang once, twice… and he hang up on you. You rolled your eyes and cursed under your breath as you headed back to your desk.

“Need any help?” Keeley asked with the sweetest, most concerned voice you’ve ever heard, but you just shook your head.

“Nothing I can’t handle! I’m headed to the dog track if that’s alright. I need to take care of something.”

“Give ‘em hell!” she replied and left you alone.

You jumped into your car and drove over to Nelson Road, where you knew the boys had their training at the moment. The man at the front desk recognized you and let you in, and you headed to Rebecca’s office first to say hello, then went to the stands and took a seat to wait until the team was finished with practice. When Ted noticed you, he gave you that huge moustachy smile of his and waved at you. You mirrored the gesture before your gaze wandered back to the players.

You sat close enough to the pitch to make out his facial expression when he saw you. First, he seemed annoyed, then he gave you the most dramatic eyeroll you’ve ever seen before he ran away laughing.

You weren’t sure what he expected your reaction to be, but you knew you just looked annoyed.

“Whistle! WHISTLE!” You heard coach Kent scream at the players, and you chuckled. The team gathered around the coaches then made a beeline towards the changing room. You knew this was your cue to follow them as well.

You leaned against the wall as you waited for Jamie, hugging your bag. Of course because he was aware that you were waiting for him, he’d be dead last to leave. You weren’t sure if it was against your person or just the fact that he hated to cooperate. Maybe both. A few of the players started to leave and they waved and smiled at you as hey passed.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally stepped out of the locker room – as you predicted – dead last. He stopped in the doorway with his hands in his pocket.

“I tried to call you.”

“I know” was all he said, and you raised your eyebrows at him. He was so cocky, you kind of wanted to punch him in the face, but that wouldn’t look too good on your resume.

“Alright, I guess you were busy then.”

“Nah, not really” he answered, and you saw a shit-eating grin spread on his face. God, Jamie.

“Look, I hope you don’t think I enjoy this, but I need the results of the campaign, okay? And you can only blame yourself, because you are the one who insisted that nobody can manage your account other than you. It would make all our lives much easier if I could just check the data myself.” You knew you were rambling and maybe talking a little too fast, showing how annoyed you were. You didn’t like giving people the satisfaction of knowing they got under your skin, but Jamie was world class at that.

“A’ight” he mumbled and started searching for his phone, then handed it to you. “If you want to check it so bad, go on, be my guest.”

You swore your eyes shot daggers at him. You grabbed his phone and took a seat on the bench next to you. He followed suit without a word, hands in his pockets.

You unlocked his phone and opened Instagram, but as you were navigating through it you saw a notification pop up from a girl with a text saying: “try me 😘”. Just a tiny glance at her profile picture was enough for you to conclude that she was gorgeous, and you felt your stomach do a flip. Were you… jealous? Of one of Jamie’s flings? C’mon.

You shook your head as if you could shake the thought out of it as you proceeded to check the necessary info. You didn’t realize, but while you were doing this, Jamie’s eyes searched your face like it held the answer to the universe’s biggest question.

You sent yourself a mail from his phone and shoved it back at him. He looked at you with a look you’ve never saw on his face before, and you could swear for a second that it was guilt sitting in his eyes.

“Thanks for nothing” you said as you grabbed your bag and left.

“Nice seeing you too!” he shouted as you slammed the door behind you. Your blood was boiling in your veins as you were walking back to your office. You dropped yourself onto your chair and buried your face in your palms. What a fucking day. He always finds a way to mess with your head. The sounds of Keeley knocking on your door snapped you out of it.

“Come in” you sighed as you looked at her with a defeated expression.

“Jamie again?” she asked sympathetically as she sat down in front of you.

“Always” you scoffed and started fiddling with a pen on your desk. He’s taking the piss out of me, always trying to get under my skin!” Keeley didn’t say anything, she just gave you a knowing look. “Stop looking at me like that, I know what you want to say!”

“I’m not saying anything” she replied and locked her mouth with an imaginary key and threw it away.

“That’s what I thought” you chuckled and took a deep breath. “I’ll be done with this by the end of the day, and then we can open your not-so-secret stash of champagne in your office, what do you say?”

“Sounds perfect, love!” As she left your office you delved into your work and tried not to think of Jamie. It was so silly – you thought. You felt like you were in school, arguing with yourself about your feelings, and having a crush on the guy who pulled on your ponytail. There was no way you were jealous right? Jamie was insufferable in general – cocky, arrogant, full of himself. Hard to work with. Attention seeking. But he had his moments where he was also funny. Caring. Honest. Compassionate. He was an amazing footballer.

You groaned out loud. You were wrapping up your day as you decided you’re going to put an end to this madness. You went home, picked out a nice dress – nothing too fancy, but it still made you feel like a million bucks. You called yourself an uber and asked them to bring you to one of your favourite bars. You were excited to finally grab a few drinks and let your hair down for a night, and maybe even go home with someone handsome to take your mind off your annoying feelings that started to bubble to the surface.

You took a seat at the bar and ordered your favourite drink. The bartender winked at you, and you chuckled. You propped yourself up on your elbow and started to look around. People were mingling, talking, laughing. Some couples were hiding in the more secluded corners of the room, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

You got your order but before you could thank the bartender for it, you heard a voice all too familiar.

“That’s on me. And another one, will ya’?” You turned around to face him as he was smiling down at you. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes locked with his – you could never exactly pinpoint what colour they were, sometimes they seemed blue, sometimes grey, even green. You felt like you could stare at them forever. This wasn’t happening. You weren’t even sure if you ever saw him out and about like this. Instead of his usual tracksuit or puffy west he was wearing a white button-down shirt, with a few of its buttons unbuttoned, its sleeves rolled up, showing his tattoos. His hair was let loose, and a few strands fell into his eyes. You felt your heart drop into your stomach, and you were so shocked you couldn’t think of a single word to say, like your brain just short-circuited.

“Wow, Jamie, so nice to see you here, what a lovely coincidence! Come, join me for a drink!” he said, grounding you back to earth.

“Very funny. What are you doing here?” The words came out a little more accusatory than you meant, but you couldn’t help yourself. You came here to take your mind off him, and here he was, hotter than ever, standing so close to you that the scent of his cologne made you feel lightheaded. You wished the earth would just open up and swallow you whole.

“Just blowing off some steam. Celebrating my free weekend, I guess.” He shrugged.

“Alone?” Your question seemed to catch him off guard, as he raised his eyebrows. Your answer was just another shrug. “I see, I see, you don’t have to explain yourself to me, I know how this goes.” You waved with your hands in front of you, like you could shoo the image of him with other women out of your brain. You felt like you were going insane. In the meantime, he got his own drink, and he nursed it on the bar top with his left hand, the other in his pocket as he faced you. He looked even more gorgeous than usual, the way the shirt hugged his muscles ignited a flame in your body you never wanted to acknowledge.

“You know you’re being very judgmental now despite the fact, that you are alone as well.”

“I mean, it’s not my DMs that are full of gorgeous woman inviting me to tango” you scoffed, but immediately after you said the words out loud you scolded yourself internally for sounding so pathetic. Fucking hell.

“Are you jealous, love?” He grinned as he took a sip out of his drink. You rolled your eyes and stood up from your seat, but not before you managed to take a peek of how his lips touched the glass as he drank, and how perfect his jawline looked as he tilted his head slightly. FUCK.

“Maybe in your dreams, Tartt.”

“The lady doth protest too much” he laughed. You were quite shocked that Jamie Tartt out of all people would quote Shakespeare to you, but you were too angry to acknowledge that. You shook your head and turned your back on him, trying to get away, anywhere. You walked to the back of the big room and found yourself in a smaller conversation room – it was empty.

You took a deep breath, and you turned on your heels to head for another, more populated spot, but as you opened the door he stood there, one hand leaning against the doorframe, his drink in the other. He seemed like he was thinking.

“Jamie, I swear to God-” You couldn’t finish your sentence because he pushed himself into the room with you. You felt your heartbeat in your throat and heard it drumming loudly in your ears. He was so close. You closed the door behind him, and you only realized what that suggested after you saw his cocky smile. You didn’t immediately leave the room. You stayed there with him. It was painful to admit – even just to yourself -, but you wanted to be there with him.

He stepped closer, practically caging you between the door and his body. You felt your heart racing and your head spin as you looked up at his gorgeous face. Neither of you said anything, you were just searching his face, eyes darting between his gaze and his lips as you weren’t sure what to do. You didn’t realize he was looking at your lips as well, his breath fanning your face. He slowly leaned in; his lips were barely hovering above yours. Your heartbeat went into full overdrive, and you let his lips linger there for a second before you closed the gap and kissed him.

It all seemed to happen so fast you weren’t even sure it was real. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried one of your hands in his hair as he was locking the door behind you. In any other circumstances he would be fuming about you ruining his hair, but not now. His hands were tracing your body as he pulled you into him – from your back to your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake before they finally settled on your bottom as he pulled you even closer. Your nerves were on fire, and you felt waves of arousal wash over you.

When you broke away to get some air, he wasted no time and started to plant small kisses on your cheek, slowly moving to your throat before settling at the soft spot between your neck and clavicle. You moaned his name which made him smile against your skin. You couldn't help but smile too. Somewhere a tiny voice in the back of your mind scolded you for being so euphoric about this whole situation, but you didn’t care. All you cared about is Jamie’s lips on you and the way his hand sneaked under your dress and drew hot circles on your skin.

“My name never sounded so pretty before” he mused before he pushed the strap of your dress aside to kiss a mark onto your skin just above your breast. Your breath hitched as you tried to make him stop.

“Stop it, people will see” you whined, which just encouraged him even more. You felt the prickling sensation on your skin, you were sure he’s going to leave a mark. When he finished, he adored his masterpiece before planting a soft kiss on the red spot he left behind.

“Maybe I want that, love” he whispered against your ear as he caressed your thighs. “I want everyone to see that you’re my girl.”

The sudden possessiveness caught you off guard and you let out a small whimper. Your common sense was thrown out of the window a while ago and at that moment that was all you wanted as well – everyone to see that you were his girl. He stopped for a second to look into your eyes. He placed his hands on your cheeks and pulled you in for another kiss. You saw stars as he kissed you with the passion of a starved man, his tongue gently caressing your lips before he went all in.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and in a second, he lifted you by your thighs. You wrapped your legs around his hips which caused one of your shoes to fall off as he started to back towards the sofa. While doing so, he bumped into the small table, knocking his drink over. You both chuckled before he finally sat down, with you straddling him.

Your dress was ridden all the way up your thighs, making your black lace panties visible, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Jamie. His gaze seemed hungry, like he was ready to devour you any second, and you felt the heat creeping up to your ears.

“I see someone was planning on getting laid tonight” he said teasingly.

“Oh, fuck off, Jamie!”

“C’mon love I’m just messing with ya” he smiled at you before he put his hand on the back of your head and pulled you in for another kiss. He was smiling into it, the bastard. In this position you couldn’t help but feel his bulge press against you, which made your blood boil in your veins. You wanted him so bad. You let out a shaky breath as you unconsciously started to grind yourself against his clothed length. Jamie moaned under you, and he furrowed his brows like he was trying to focus on the sensation, nothing else.

You slowly unbuttoned his shirt, leaving kisses on his chest as you progressed, and when you finished you slightly pushed it off his shoulders. You were mad for him, and even though you didn’t want to admit, you wanted nothing more than him fucking you right then and there. Little did you know that Jamie was feeling the same.

He looked at you with those gorgeous puppy eyes and you couldn’t help yourself anymore. You planted open mouthed kisses on his sharp jawline, neck, down his chest. You felt bold all of a sudden, and started to suck a mark onto his neck, which he rewarded with a groan. You took a second to examine the red mark you left on his skin before you licked it softly to ease the pain left in its wake. Jamie was a moaning mess under you, bucking his hips into you involuntarily, his hands gripping your thighs for dear life. You felt bold, wanted, sexy. Like a million bucks.

“Jamie, I want you to fuck me” you whispered into his ear, and you thought his soul left his body in that second.

“Fucking hell, angel” he answered and instantly one of his hands was in your hair, pulling you into another kiss, his other hand pushing your dress higher on your body, until your whole ass was exposed. “Such a greedy lil’ thing, aren’t ya?”

He looked at your dampened underwear as he hovered his finger over it, then swiped one big stroke from your entrance to your clit through the damp fabric. You shut your eyes and threw your head back from the sensation. Finally feeling his touch on you was like heaven. The flames of need were eating away at your body, and you weren’t sure how long you can stand the teasing.

“Please, Jamie”

“You’re fucking cute when you beg” he said, a cocky grin on his face, but before you could say anything, he hooked one of his fingers into your panties, and pulled them aside, exposing you completely. You felt flustered, your confidence wavered. He didn’t leave you time to overthink, because he pushed one of his fingers into you without any difficulty. You let out a moan which he mirrored before he spoke. “Shit, all this for me? I don’t deserve you.”

“You’re damn right you don’t” you chuckled as he started to pump his finger into you, before quickly adding another one. He smiled at you as you rested your forehead against his, slowly riding on his fingers. With his free hand he managed to pull down the strap of your dress enough to free your breast and he started to kiss and nib on your sensitive skin, leaving another hickey just above your nipple.

You hissed at the sensation and bucked your hip a bit harder, making him press into you deeper. Jamie’s fingers felt like they were made for you, and he damn well knew how to use them. As you started to ride him a bit harder, he started to curl his fingers inside you to press against your sweet spot and started circling his thumb against your clit with just the right amount of pressure, it made you see stars. You were a moaning, whimpering mess as his fingers fucked you senseless, pushing deeper and deeper with every movement.

“I know, love” he whispered between kisses. You bit down on his lower lip before you tongues started to dance around each other, and he moved his free hand to cradle your breast and caress your hardened nipple. It was all too much – his lips on yours, his hand on your tit and his fingers fucking you like there was no tomorrow.

You felt tension build in your body, your nerves wind up, ready to be released any second. You started riding his fingers harder and faster, chasing that high you felt was so close.

“C’mon angel, come for me, that’s it. That’s my good girl” he whispered against your lips, and just after a few more pumps of his fingers you came crashing hard with Jamie’s name falling from your lips like a prayer, your veins filled with fire as your vision turned white.

He wrapped you in his arms and started to draw circles on your bare back as you came down from your high while he placed small kisses into the crook of your neck and on your temple. After a minute of collecting yourself, you sat up and kissed him again as you started to undo his belt. You definitely weren’t unaware of the huge bulge in his pants, and you wanted to ease his suffering.

He just watched you do it, with one of his arms spread across the back of the sofa. He looked mesmerized by how beautiful you were. After you finished with his belt you undid the buttons of his slacks and pulled them down with his underwear. He just watched you and you could swear he was holding his breath.

You bit your lip as you took the view in, before you started slowly stroking his hard member. He threw his head back and he moved his hand to caress your cheek. You continued to slowly jerk him off, but you couldn’t help yourself. You licked the tip of his dick, and you made it a show. It was slow, sensual, and you looked at him for the whole time. When he caught your eyes he let out a shaky breath and involuntarily bucked his hips towards your face.

You swiped your tongue against his shaft before you took him fully into your mouth and started bobbing your head. His hand moved to tangle in your hair as he guided your rhythm slowly. He moaned under your touch, loving the way your lips felt around him. You started to pick up your pace a little and he rolled his hips against your face. His hand started to push you deeper onto his cock, and the feeling of his length in your throat made your eyes swell up, and you moaned around him.

“C’mon love” he said and guided you away from him, back onto his lap. You straddled him again, his now bare dick pressed against your wet pussy, and you saw stars from the sensation. “Maybe next time we’ll finish that, yeah? But now I want all of you” he said as he aligned himself to your entrance.

Next time was all you heard in your head. You leaned down to kiss him before you slowly lowered yourself onto him. You relished in the sensation of his cock filling and stretching you inch by inch, it was delicious. Jamie’s lips parted slightly as he threw his head back, enjoying the moment just as much as you did. As he bottomed out, you kept still for a second, barely moving before starting to roll your hips, slowly lifting yourself before coming down again.

“Jamie” you whined, and you held onto his shoulders for dear life as you rode him. His fingers dug into your skin at your hips where he held you. You moved so perfectly in sync it was like you were made for each other, the way he rolled his hips into you made you see stars.

“So good for me, love. Taking me so well, my good girl” he whispered against your lips after he sat up, wrapped you into a tight hug and kissed you. He swiped his tongue against your swollen lips, and you bit down on his. You dug your fingers into his hair as you started moving faster and faster, getting overwhelmed by the sensation.

Jamie moved his hand from your hair to your cheek, swiping your lips with his thumb before pushing it into your mouth. You licked it slowly before he pulled it away and moved it to your swollen clit. You gasped at the perfect feeling of his finger being on you again, before he started to circle his thumb around the sensitive bud. You felt your walls tighten around him, which ripped a moan from his lungs. He never stopped his movements, he fucked into you like he never wanted anything else.

“Taking me so well, babe. So tight for me” he whispered against your burning skin. His words poisoned your mind, and they ran through your veins, igniting everything inside you. You buried your head into his shoulder as you felt your climax approaching. He was filling you up so perfectly, his dick hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. He was gripping your thigh so hard you wondered if it’s going to leave a mark. You kind of hoped it would. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, and his name fell from your lips like a prayer.

“Jamie, I-“ you gasped and you dug your nails into his shoulders.

“That’s it, angel. Come for me” he moaned against your ear and you knew he held himself back. You rolled your hips against him once, twice, all your nerves wind up before they inevitably snapped, and another orgasm washed over you. You moaned into Jamie’s mouth – your vision went white, your muscles clenched around him as you came, which gave him what he needed to reach his own high as well, hugging you tightly onto him. The silence in the room felt deafening all of a sudden. You nuzzled your face into the crook of Jamie’s neck, and he started to slowly caress your hair as he hugged you close.

After your nerves calmed down a bit you started to collect yourself and he helped you to clean up the mess. He took your hand and kissed you, before looking into your eyes.

“So… do you want to get out of here?” His grin was the widest you’ve ever seen and you laughed.

“Yeah, sure” you chuckled as he wrapped his arm around you.

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The next morning you woke up to your phone ringing. It was Keeley.

“Yeah?” you asked in a sleepy voice, looking over at Jamie who was laying next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist. You were in his bed. He was already awake, looking at you with a sheepish smile.

“So, I know you don’t want to talk about this” Keeley started, her energy through the roof, she spoke so fast you barely had time to acknowledge her words, “but I think you should talk to Jamie. You should tell him you’re into him!” A very telling laugh found its way past your lips before you spoke and you heard an audible gasp on the other side of the line.

“I think he knows” you said to Keeley while looking at Jamie, who was now chuckling next to you as he kissed your free hand.

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt smut #jamie tartt ff #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #smut #oneshot #ted lasso #ted lasso x reader #jamie tartt x reader

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masiola · 10 months

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How Lucifer, Mammon and Leviathan would react to MC coming home drunk, calling them handsome and asking them out (even though they are already dating lol).

GN! MC

Contents warning: intoxication, alcohol, flirting

A/N: I wasn't sure if I should make this brothers x MC or x reader. Reading back on this, it's not my best work 😭

MC goes clubbing with a few demon friends from RAD. They finally find a drink that affects them, and let's just say they go way overboard. The drinks slowly start to take effect, by the time they get back to the HoL they are completely out of it. They barely make it to the stairs in the lobby, loosing their balance and grabbing onto the handrail for dear life. This causes an onset of giggles and laughter that alerts one of the brothers.

Lucifer

Lucifer is not impressed. He's going to lecture MC in the morning because all that matters right now is getting them to bed. He'll probably humour them or say something he normally wouldn't because they won't remember it the next day.

"Who's making so much noise this late at ni-" He comes storming in. His expression softens slightly when he sees MC.

"Hello handsome~"MC winks.

"You should stop talking or you might say something you regret tomorrow." SIGHS. He picks them up into his arms so it's easier to take them to their room.

"Oh really? Then I have a question."

"Yes?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Will you go out with me?"

"You're a mess MC let's get you to bed." He grumbles

"Am not! I can walk by myself and you didn't answer my question!" MC huffs.

"Okay, show me." He let's go of MC and crosses his arms.

"Watch this."

MC walks relatively straight but walks into the wall. Lucifer pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs deeply.

"Come on dear, let's get you to bed."

"Skipping straight to bed? You're bold."

"That's if you can handle it." He smirks.

MC happily takes his hand and leads him to their room. As soon as MC gets on the bed, they pass out. Lucifer chuckles softly.

"Sweet dreams MC." He whispers kissing the top of their head.

Mammon

Mammon would become serious here because he wants to make sure his human is safe.

"Jeez MC, how much did ya drink?" He sighs.

"C'mon on up ya get." He carefully picks them up off the ground.

"Mammon can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot."

"Do you want to go out with me?"

"MC yer drunk..."

"Is that a no to going out with me?" MC sulks and tears threaten to fall down their face.

"Huh? N-no! MC listen. Yer beautiful, kind and amazing in every way. I-l like ya a lot 'kay. So please just cooperate with me for a bit until we get ya to yer room." He stops walking to look them in the eyes, caressing their cheek with his thumb.

"Alright...babygirl." They smile cheekily at the nickname, before erupting with laughter.

"N-now why'd ya call me that?!" He yells, hiding his blush because he secretly enjoyed it. Will he ask you to call him babygirl again? Probably.

Removes MCs makeup if they're wearing any, and helps to change them into something more comfy, maybe one of his t-shirts.

Leviathan

He gets really worried and panics a little.

"MC? What's so funny? OMG are you okay?!" He helps them stand up

MC looks up. "Oh hello, handsome." They smile sweetly causing Levi to blush.

"S-stop that! Let's just get you into bed." He holds MC by the waist, helping them up the stairs.

"Levi...I want to ask you something."

"What?"

"Do you want to go out with me?"

"MC! We're a-already dating!! Don't you remember?" He's flustered at how bold they are right now. MC stops walking to look at him dumbfounded and proceeds to kiss him on the cheek.

"I must be the luckiest human ever!" They cheer.

"That's not true you could do so much better." He mumbles under his breath.

"Nonsense I only want you!" MC pouts.

"Speaking of... we're sleeping in your bed right? So we can be nice and close to each other." They smile innocently.

"MC!" He feels like his heart is going to explode.

#obey me #mammon #leviathan #lucifer #obey me x reader

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johnbleepingzoidberg · 1 year

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UNTITLED EVIL LUIGI AU COMIC THING | Page 2 & 3 of (???)

Eggman Bowser’s come to make an announcement. Particularly to shut down any premonitions Mario may be holding onto a little too tightly. Bowser and Mario are able to set aside their differences (for now, at least) so that they can work together on a common goal-- figuring out where the hell Luigi is.

(A/N under cut)

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believe me when i say i really wanted to link all the pages together in a neat, practical way so that everything would appear more organized than it actually is, but tumblr hates me and won’t let my posts show up in the tags if i include a hyperlink of any kind. :D

i read somewhere that tumblr only disallows posts from showing up in tags if it includes an external link (vs an internal/link to another tumblr page), which, in theory, shouldnt be an issue since the pages i’d be linking to are also on tumblr but regardless it’s not cooperating with me anyway. i’ve been on tumblr for what feels like a million years but this is the first time ive tried to make my posts cohesive like this so if anyone knows how to fix this issue im all ears 🙃 for the record, everything related to this au will be going into the following tags on my blog: #my art, and #evil luigi au. we’ll just have to sort things that way for now, i guess 😭

i start work tomorrow so can’t say when there will be a new page but i do have a lot planned out already. so hopefully i’ll be able to continue what ive started for at least a handful of more pages 🤠 next page will be fun to work on. for a bowuigi-centered story, where’s the luigi?! he’ll show up soon. just in the form of a flashback for now though 👀

also sorry if my handwriting is evil. it’s just personally easier/faster to write out everything by hand than type everything out but i may try to type the next page’s dialogue to see how it goes and to see if it makes things look ✨cleaner✨

(also also i spent so much time trying to figure out how to draw them doing a handshake for the “truce” panel. i ultimately failed. therefore.... fist bumps LMAO)

#bowuigi #bowser x luigi #bowser #mario #super mario bros #super mario movie #bowuigi comic #my art #mine #evil luigi au #remember how i said last time there will be absolutely no consistency to this in any sense of the word #these 2 pages really showcase that LOL #love how i go from drawing bowser with a full set of teeth to like. 3 #maybe i really should consider typing out the text thatd probably help #anyway i hope i can keep this going for a bit #i do plan on writing an original comic someday so this is good practice/is a good confidence booster for me #i love drawing bowser holding teeny ass cups. it is so funny to me. why #also working on trying to better distinguish this story from mr L's story #because when i started it i did not really know about the whole mr L thing LOL #so im hoping it doesnt seem like im trying to like.......rip off that whole concept #that would be sad :(

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hyewka · 1 year

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HIHII hard hours open,, my specialty,, (😭) OK so last night i was thinking about. vv annoying bratty switch jun who honestly only agreed to be a sub cuz u wouldnt stop asking and he wasn’t expecting u to… well. be able to handle him and end up begging for him to take the lead in the end 😕 well that plan completely backfired as u end up having to tie him up/handcuff him and continuously edge the boy cuz he wouldn’t stop being a brat and let u have ur dom moment 😭 bro ends up nearly breaking the restraints (or he does?? up to u 😌) because of how frustrated he was because hes so used to cumming whenever he wants as dom :((( aaand then. comes switch jun cuz as soon as u untie him and say how good he was he just has this feral look in his eyes and completely flips you over on 4’s and pounds the shit out of u and saying shi like “u rlly thought i’d let u get away w all that? how about i do that to you now??” 😔 sigh so mean of him ..

warnings: praise kink, bondage, dacryphilia, pet names, non proofread filth, switch!jun

being a sub is something yeonjun is not used to, especially in his relationship with you. hes only had experiences where girls would ask to take a lead and still somehow find himself on top by the end, grunting ‘good girl’ and singing praises with an annoyingly smug face as he harshly thrusted in and out.

so when youve straddled yourself on top of his lap, grinding your half clothed pussy on his bulge as you heatedly kiss, breathing being a second priority, and in between, whisper “let me take the lead today” hungrily, he only nods, an overconfident smirk slipping into the kiss—not thinking you’d go through with it.

but you do.

“you’re actually going to tie me up?” he says with a tilt of his head, sitting at the edge of your bed, watching you look through your drawer.

his pants were unbuckled, and his lips were swollen red from your lipstick, his hair was untamed — he was ready to tease like he always did but you stopped his hand telling him that you’re going to get things from the drawer — which he only assumed to be a rope.

you finally find the thing you were looking for, dangling it in front of him squealing a little. “gonna handcuff you”

he only lightly scoffs, an amused smile appearing as his eyes focused on your pretty hands cuffing his hands together. “c’mon, are you actually going to go through with this?” he whines as he watches you pushing his jeans down completely, revealing more clearly his dick outlined in his boxers, rock hard.

you roll your eyes as your hands slip out his fat cock, precum leaking from the tip — ready to pump it. “jjun, shut up and let me get you off.”

you know hes not going to take you seriously, so instead of doing the usual quick pump and swallow, you roughly push your hand up and down at his girth a corner of your lips slowly forming up as his body tense up, slightly buckling into your hand with his close shut as he breathes out curses — he was close. when you stop your rigorous unapologetic speed, his eyes shoot open.

“w-what are you doing—shit, i’m close!” he yells frustrated, his hips now desperately buckling in and out of your hand.

when he notices a dark glint to your gaze, he naturally finds himself squirming and feeling himself turn small, even as he tries to break the handcuffs off his hands.

“you’re dangerously confident for someone cuffed”, you sneered, your hand still tightly restraining his cock from moving in and out. “jjun, i’m punishing you until you can be a good boy for me, alright? so try your best to cooperate.”

it proved to you edging jjun was a struggle, because though his usual confident dominance crashed and burned, he still thought he had a chance of taking over as he bit down on his bottom lip, holding back any moans that might slip out. but it eventually got to him, as you looked up at his face, his eyes clearly unable to hold back any tears.

“please”, he squeaked as you edged him again, for the fifth time, unable to control his lewd moans especially as you slip your hand up under his shirt, squeezing his nipples. “let me cum”

you almost coo at the sight— with his cheeks flushed red, his eyes wet with tears, and the messiness of his face with his swollen red tip right in your face. you pout as you pick up your pace again, deciding he did his best.

“hnng—y/n, g-go faster, go faster please!” you smile as you finally accomplish your goal of making him beg, generously opening your mouth, taking in his tip like a hungry dog as your hands harshly pump his cock — you dont expect to immediately feel a rush of warm thick liquid spurting in your mouth the moment your tongue touches his tip, but it does, and you feel accomplished as you swallowed his seed.

yeonjun smiled weakly, satisfied but worn out, as you got up.

“that was fun, huh?” you say heading to your counter to get the keys meant to unlock the cuffs.

your hear him hum in agreement and you smile. when you go over to unlock his cuffs, you look at his face, dried with tears—and give him a little peck on his lips for reassurance. “you did well baby” you whisper. you don’t notice, but yeonjuns breathing becomes heavier again.

as you unlock his cuffs, you continue to talk. “i mean, it was a little hard at first, but once you let out your pretty moans, i knew you were going to do well and let me take care of you pup.”

once the cuffs were off of his wrist, set right next to him on the bed, you near his ears again, “you’re such a good boy”

and that was yeonjun’s last straw.

his self control snapped, as he pulls you to fall on top of him then flipping you right on your back, slipping his tongue roughly in your mouth, kissing you like a hungry, rabid dog. “im gonna” hes busy kissing you as he tries to continue, “f-fuck you so bad”

you’re only shocked as you return his kiss, already moaning as his raw dick rubs in between your flimsy shorts. he quickly manages to turn you over, your ass shot up, with the side of your face buried in a pillow.

he pulls down your shorts along with your soaked panties, in no time, your bottom half being completely unclothed as he doesnt prepare you for his big cock thrusting right inside your sweet cunt, his hips relentlessly snapping back and forth, as his hand is fist full of your hair, keeping your head down.

“gonna fuck you all night” he grunts as he pushes into you. “thinking you can get away with what you did dumb kitten?”

you cant respond as your mind fogs up, eyes rolled to the back, mouth hung open as pornographic moans mindlessly fill up the room along with nude skin making rough contact.

yeonjun pulls your head up with the amount of hair he has in his hand, and now youre in all fours as he reaches to push his tongue in your mouth when you turn your head back to him—that was preciously stained with his cum.

his movement staggers as he reaches his climax once again, shooting his cum inside you. when you feel the warm seed spreading in you, it elicits your orgasm — causing you to chant “i’m cumming jjunie” like an animal, breathless.

when you both get quiet, only heaving as you breath in and out to catch your breaths, his dick still deeply buried inside your tight cunt — you unfortunately find that your precious edging was a booster of his stamina.

you think hes going to finally pull out but it only happens for a split second until he sharply thrusts into you again, his seed being fucked into you further.

“call me a good boy”, he whines, his tone being different than his sharp thrusts and his strong hold of your waist, “call me a good boy” he demands this time.

“nng—jjunie—y-you’re” a moan slips out of you again when his cock hits a good spot, “such a good boy”

when his third load is released inside of you, it being even thicker and more filling than the previous ones, you knew yeonjun was planning to teach you a long, long lesson.

#txt x reader #yeonjun smut #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x y/n #tomorrow x together #choi yeonjun x reader #choi yeonjun tomorrow x together #txt #txt imagines #txt fics #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun fics #txt fluff #txt angst #yeonjun angst #yeonjun fluff #txt headcanons #txt smut #txt x you

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Stutter

Lordy lord☝️

Hehehe another fic! This one is a John Carpenter fic and I hope you enjoy it!! I was watching the 'Change of Habit', movie yesterday and thought he's such a nice man😮‍💨 and here's a fun fact about me if anyone is interested is that I have a stutter! The reader in this fic has one as well! It's a pain in the a- @hooked-on-elvis for the tags !!

My brain is finally cooperating with me again but I don't wanna jinx it 🫣 And I'm sorry that a lot of my fics include crying, I just can't get enough of crying comfort fics😭

Characters: John Carpenter X stuttering!reader

Warnings/triggers: Doctor clinics, stuttering, crying

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This week hasn't been going smoothly for you, and it’s all your stutter’s fault. One thing you couldn’t spit words out when a couple of ladies were asking you for directions to the nearest post office and then when you had to call the dentist to make an appointment, it tied your damn words down. It’s absolute torture and you were so fed up with it. You've had this speech impediment for as long as you can remember and everyday you wish it would just disappear, out of your life, away from your worries but you had to learn that it's only fair for each individual to have their own problems in their lives but you still thought about that wish of yours. Sometimes…Well daily it makes you cry thinking about how hard it is to deal with.

Something that helps your stutter though is John, John Carpenter, your beloved boyfriend. He's always been there for you whenever you want to pour all your concerns out, about anything your brain can think of. He’d always listen and you couldn't ask for any other guy than him, he's all you need. Just someone who would look past your evidently painful stutter and just patiently waits for your next words. He knows about your stutter and understands how hard it can be because he often works with people with problems like this and he has told you several times if you want help, he is always there but you just think John has enough on his plate of taking care of himself and his patients so having his girlfriend to take care of as well? In your brain it seems like it's too much for him. Yes John is a doctor and that’s his job to take care of others but oh you couldn't possibly burn your wonderful hard-working boyfriend out, you really couldn't bother him with your problems even though he wouldn’t mind at all and would be happy to help.

One afternoon, as you were sitting on the couch those worrying thoughts were constantly circling your mind and you just wanted them to go away so you decided to go to John's clinic for a visit, to get your mind off things.

As you arrive and open the door into the foyer, you peer through the window of the clinic door to see John talking to a patient, who you think is the last one for the day. Quietly you turn the door knob and make your way inside. John notices you walk in so he says goodbye to the patient and waves a hand to gesture for you to follow him. Taking you to his office for some privacy. “How's my girl doing hm?” he asks as he watches you close the door and hang your purse up on the cloak stand. You hum softly “Good, b-been good” silently sitting down on a chair opposite from his, brushing a strand behind your ear. John smiles, “Busy week?” You shake your head and lift your eyes up to look at his “N-no, p-pretty quiet this week…I-I- I didn't have a lot on my sched-..schedule” nodding his head he hums in response. “Aren't ya lucky… been crazy busy in the clinic this week” he sighs and snickers to himself.

You smile small and giggle slightly “Mhm, a-alot of..of- of sick people?” asking in a quiet tone. John chuckles “injured, mostly injured” nodding as your eyes trail down to the papers on his desk, the troubling thoughts crawling back into your head. “Mhm…” John's smile returns and his eyebrows furrow a little. “Something on your mind honey?” your eyes dart back up into his and you laugh nervously and brush it off “Oh no..N-no just- just tired ‘s all” giving him a small smile before you go back to your zoned out state. With his ankle resting on his knee and leaning back in his chair and his hand wiping under his nose, he watches you quietly. Seeing your eyes sadden and your arms resting at your sides, presuming you were twiddling with your thumbs under the table. “Ya sure you're tired?” Earning a silent nod. He stays silent for a few moments, continuing to watch as you sulk. “You don't look tired..” he states, you breathe in briefly and look at him “John, I am just tir-...” he raises an eyebrow making you sigh. “Fine I'm not tired” your posture slouches. John breathes out “What's ya thinking about baby?” tilting his head to the side, his eyes staying glued to your face. Looking down at your lap, you bite your lip gently “M-my…my s-s-stut-” you huff out being so sick of it, John nodding slowly “Take your time honey” you take in a deep breath and slowly break down the word “stut..ter, stutter”

It’s embarrassing, making tears well up in your eyes and you shyly wipe your nose. your breath trembling, “I-its annoying…it- it really is'' John's face softens and he leans his body closer, resting his arms on the desk. Humming softly, he listens as you tell him your woes. “I'm sick of it…s-so sick of it” your breath hitching quietly before an unexpected sob escapes your mouth.

“Aw honey…” you bury your face into your hands. John gets up from his chair and walks around his desk, shifting your chair to face him as he kneels on one knee. Clicking his tongue and prying your hands away to cup your cheeks. His eyes move from one eye to your other as you pitifully cry.

“I-it’s so annoying! E-every t-time I try to speak..i-it won’t let me!” you sniffle, John nods and hums then a small grin grows on his face “You’re speaking right now” he raises an eyebrow and snickers softly, you gently swat his shoulder “I meant speaking clearly!” you exclaim making John laugh louder “M’sorry I know what you mean darling, I know” his hands rest on your knees, caressing with his thumbs. You wipe your tears away with the back of your hands, sniffling one last time. John smiles “Want a hug?” he asks as he holds his arms out, you accept. Both standing up “ It really is a pain isn’t it?” he sighs, you nod quietly as you rest your head on his chest and wrap your arms around his waist.

John sighs again and kisses the top of your head, rubbing your back soothingly. Staying quiet for a while before John speaks up “Would a lollipop make you feel better?” to which you agree “mhm…” Pulling away, John walks back around to open a drawer to pick out a lollipop for him to walk back, holding it in front of you “Here..” you shyly take the sweet and attempt to open the wrapper, frowning in frustration. John shakes his head and chuckles again “I’ll get it” taking the lollipop out of your hand and with ease, he unwraps it. “Thank you” you say quietly. Pecking your forehead lightly, John admires you with love in his eyes.

“it’ll get better through time”

#elvis #elvis presley #elvis fans #70s elvis #60s elvis #elvis imagine #elvis presley x reader #i love him #change of habit #elvis fanfiction #elvis fandom

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wlfpet · 1 year

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nah cuz listen ur so real about sub!abby I wanna make her feel so good, make her legs shake and come so hard 🙏🏼🙏🏼 (abby's a rough(but loving) dom and reader's a soft dom that's my truth :3)

like I’m so sick to my stomach about her 😭 wait let me jump in real quick

A/N: dirty whorish smut, I got carried away BAD 😵‍💫 thank u anon for satisfying my sub!abby fix bcz I need her so bad. BRING HER TO ME NOW!

cw: sub!abby, dom!reader, petplay elements, cunnilingus (mutual), strap on penetration (mutual), humiliation/teasing (light), orgasm denial (ment.)

as I said before, 18+ grown folks business

abby is absolutely a rough, hard fucking dom, pushing you against (and sometimes past) your limits, demanding everything from you. your body, your heart, every inch of your existence should belong to her without question. she’s so soft afterwards, cleaning you up, thanking you for how cooperative you were, making you feel like a good girl again, rewarding you with a couple of gentle fingers or her tongue before she puts you to bed.

abby in her subspace, though? Like night and day.

to everyone else, she’s scary, intimidating, unapproachable, can beat you to death with her bare hands and not give a fuck. to you? she’s your baby, your puppy, tiny-minded and oh-so obedient. When she’s tense from assignments, or just annoyed and pent up, you weave your way into her mind, bringing her to that special, perfect place where she gets to not think, just listen and feel. she needs it, of course always so stressed out, always feeling so dehumanised from all of the things she’s seen, or had to do. but you make all of that go away, at least for a little bit; all she needs to do is say the magic words and be a real good girl for you.

sometimes it’s you soft domming her as a form of self care; taking her to the bath, wiping her down with warm cloths, cleaning any cuts and soothing any bruises, taking out her pretty braid and letting those golden strands slip free to wash them. she’d wince out of your touch when you swabbed a slit over her brow with alcohol. you’d place a soft kiss on her temple after, shushing her whines.

“gotta let mommy take care of you, puppy. gotta make sure my pretty thing is okay.”

and she’d melt again, feeling so safe and cared for and protected. being able to let her guard down, letting you finish cleaning her everywhere, jumping just a little at the feeling of the rough, wet cloth wiping through her pussy and ass. she’d let you towel her off, comb through and braid her hair while it dries, soothing your fingers over every scar, planting fairy-light kisses on each bruise. your perfect girl, only yours.

sometimes, you use submission as a form of stress relief for her; when she flops down on the bed after a long day, you’ll be rubbing her tummy, leaving hickeys. willing her to stay, to relax, open your legs, baby, don’t you want mommy to make you feel good? be a good girl, mommy will take alll of it away. You’d proceed to dropping down between those golden, freckled thighs, cleaning her out until she’s in the condition you like, pristine; clit hard and swollen, standing at attention, lips soaked in her juices and your saliva, just wet enough to drip into your palm, her hole clenching around the memory of your fingers that reached every spot. by the time you get done, she doesn’t even remember why she was so frustrated in the first place.

you’re stingy with your pussy while you’re in domspace. she has to earn the right to touch it, to kiss it, to stick her tongue inside and fuck you until you’re sobbing. one night, she got mouthy, acted like a bratty, disobedient little mutt, so you took away her treat. instead of letting her fill you up with her strap like you had planned, you punished her by fucking yourself with your fingers and audaciously, her own de-harnessed cock, and made her watch the entire time. she was dripping, begging; she was so sorry, she would be a good girl this time, just one more chance, please, please. but you came, alone, and put her to bed with an ache in her little cunt and a frustration that she definitely took out on the recruits during training.

when you do let her fuck you, however, it’s a sweet torture. she’s watching you ride her, trying her best to abide by your ‘no touching’ rule, as her pussy wets from underneath the harness. it’s so cute, watching her try to keep her cool, the thick veins in her neck bulging, her face red, muscles in her arms tensing and relaxing as she tries pitifully to keep them at her side. you use her like a fucking dildo, and it drives her insane with lust. “mhmm— babygirl, making mommy feel sooo good, filling up mommy’s pussy so well.” you’d moan, nails scratching the pale flesh of her chest, leaving angry red lines across her breasts as you chased your peak. she’d only be able to hold you after you came, your squirt rolling down her chest as she held you tight. she’s denied again, tonight, but it’s enough that she gets to feel your divine skin under her hands, gets to be in your presence, gets to make her princess feel so good, even though she’s a just a mutt. sometimes if she’s a real good girl, you spread your pussylips and give her a ‘special dessert,’ which she always devours happily, sloppily.

when you fuck her, it’s a different story. sometimes you’re mean; making her ride you, full eye contact, arms at her sides, never allowed to touch you. “c’mon soldier, I said pick up the pace! gotta catch up with those scars!” you giggle crudely, giving her a mock salute, wearing one of her uniform hats, the one with the brim that casts a shadow over your eyes so all she can see is your evil smile. slapping her ass, kneading it, your little toy soldier. she’s embarrassed, so embarrassed, the way she’s moaning, the way her pussy is so creamy, all of those juicy noises spilling out, the way her ears keep filling with the sound of her little titties slapping against her chest as she bounces away. you’re looking at her like she’s a little prop, just entertainment, and she becomes so small, so dirty, but drunk on the way you make her feel. this person, no, this creature, that you make her become.

edit: the original, soft ending of this got cut off by tumblr, for some reason, so here's the amended version

sometimes, you're soft and sweet, giving her exactly what she needs. fisting her hair in low light that wraps around her body as you fuck her gently, taking slowly, marveling at how you can feel her heartbeat through her panting, heaving chest. she'd be wet for you, –she's always wet for you– so good and obedient and dripping around your cock, tiny delicate moans that she tries to stifle, but you're everythingwhere , snaking a hand between your bodies to rub her throbbing clit, working out her pretty noises with no effort.

when abby's with you, she gets to be. not a ruthless killing machine, not a broken child soldier, or the darkness she had to create to survive her trauma, to survive whatever the fuck all of this is. just be. she's quiet about what she needs but you hear it, and you give it away without her having to ask. she gets to be with you, in this third space where nothing else exists, where for a couple of hours a night it’s just you and her and shared desire. shes frowning; her eyes are pensive as she looks through you, out to nothing. but whatever it is rushing through her mind, you catch it; you kiss her deeply, you hold her, 'baby, go to sleep.' as you ghost fingertips through her hair in just that way she likes it, and she's back to you, and she closes her eyes even though you always make her feel not tired somehow. and she'll fall asleep.

when she's with you, she's repaired.

she's home.

when she's with you, she's repaired.

she's home.

#asks #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou smut #abby smut #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x fem reader #abby anderson smut #abby x reader #drabbles

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ellisgirl · 7 months

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Harrison Gray — I Want to Know Every Inch of You Collection Event

Harrison and Body Measurement

I do not own any contents of Ikemen Villains. This story being uploaded in this blog belongs solely to CYBIRD. Please support them by downloading their games and buying their stories. Both English and Japanese are not my mother tongue languages, please keep in mind that there will be mistakes and added words for my own preferences. I translate for my personal entertainment and for my own practice only.

My first time translating harry’s 😭😭😭

Harrison: "Crown's body measurement......”

Kate: "Yes. It seems that it also serves as a medical checkup."

When Victor asked me to take everyone's body measurements, I called Harry first.

In addition to basic information such as height and weight, the record sheet handed out also contains questions tailored to each individual.

Harrison: “Is that sort of thing within the purview of a Fairytale Master's work?”

Kate: “Of course. Because your growth is an important part of our record.”

Harrison: "...No, I won't grow anymore."

Kate: “You never know what the future holds, you know? Above all, I want you all to stay healthy."

Harrison: “Hmm…..”

(...Harry doesn't seem too keen on it.)

(Come to think of it, you also avoided going along with Roger's research.)

(...You don’t like being probed?)

Kate: “I'll make it quick, just bear with me for a minute. Okay?”

As if trying to convince a child who doesn't like injections, Harry took off his jacket.

Harrison: “Just so you know, it's not that I don't like being probed.”

I blinked at Harry's addition, as if he had read my mind.

Harrison: “I just thought you seemed to take on everything."

Kate: "Did you worry about me?"

Harrison: "I don't know....... So, how are you going to find out?"

(It's usual that there is no answer…, but it was easy to understand now.)

My mouth relaxed at Harry's apparent concern for me.

Kate: “Starting with height, weight....., and chest and abdominal circumference."

Harrison: "Understood."

Using a measuring tape, Harry's body is measured as he stands in front of me.

(If you want to measure properly, you need to be in close contact with him...)

If I put the measuring tape on Harry's back, he'll be in a position where I am hugging him from the front.

Even though I know that his body is masculine and robust.

I was strangely conscious, so I applied the tape measure while moving my body away from him a little.

Harrison: “Wouldn't we have to stick together more to get an accurate measurement?”

Kate: "T-That's right..."

He closes the distance when pointed out, but I’m too nervous to look at Harry's body properly.

Harrison: “Don't be shy, why don't you do what you always do?”

Kate: “Always?”

I turn my head and Harry teasingly whispers in my ear.

Harrison: “You clung desperately to me naked when we were shagging and wouldn't leave me. Why are you so shy now?”

Kate: “E-Even if you give me examples of things like that...”

Harrison: “If you want me to recreate the scene, I'll do it.”

Harry pulls my hips closer, slides his knee between my legs, and pushes me up.

Kate: “Nn, it’s no good.”

Harrison: "What's wrong?"

Kate: "...If that happens, we won't be able to measure anything."

Even though I say that, the force with which I push back against Harry's chest is modest.

(......I know exactly what I need to do, I need to get on with measuring.)

(But if Harry comes on to me, I can't resist strongly enough ......)

Harrison: "Haha...your face is bright red. Now that I’ve seen your cute face, I'll be obedient and cooperate with the measurements then.”

Laughing teasingly, Harry took his hand away from mine.

I felt relieved and at the same time realised that my nervousness had eased.

(Maybe Harry was deliberately pressing me to get me used to it.)

I was also pleased to find Harry's teasing mixture of kindness.

In this way, the measurements managed to proceed—

Kate: “Okay, ….now the last item has been filled in. Thank you for your cooperation.”

Harrison: “.....By the way, are you going to do measurements on everyone from now on?”

Kate: "That's right. It seems that everyone is here today, so I'm going to do it all at once."

Harrison: “Hmmm...... Can I do that?”

…

Kate: "Thank you for your help. It was very helpful!"

Harry helped everyone in the Crown with their physical measurements because he had time.

He took the measurements with a tape measure, I recorded them. We divided the roles and the measurements were completed in no time.

(Hehe... Harry is mean, but kind and reliable.)

As I'm falling back in love with him, Harry looks at me with probing eyes.

Harrison: “So, whose body was the best?”

Kate: “Eh..... What do you mean?”

Harrison: “You've examined all of their bodies, haven't you? I'm asking you whose body you found most attractive.”

Harrison: “I'm sure you have your favorite body shape and favorite parts, don’t you?”

Kate: “Even if you say so...”

(I only thought it was good that everyone seemed to be healthy without any major injuries.…)

(......There was only one person I couldn't consciously measure well.)

Kate: “……Harry.”

Harrison: “Hm?”

Kate: “The only thing that made me nervous was your body.”

Harrison: “……..” 0_0

Kate: "Do you believe it's true?"

The heart is invisible, so even if you really mean what you say, sometimes you may not be believed.

But his ability to see through the lies is also his ability to believe. I can tell him how I feel without deception.

Harrison: *blushing* "......I understand. Your words are not a lie."

Harrison: “I never imagined before I met you that there would ever come a time when I would use this ability for love.”

I'm the one who said the embarrassing line, but I feel that Harry, who exposed my heart, is more embarrassed.

Kate: “Hehe. I see you've found a fun use for it.”

Harrison: “......Come to think of it, I've got a record sheet for you too.”

Maybe he was embarrassed, Harry suddenly changed the topic.

Kate: “Yes. I'm also going to measure it later and fill it in.”

Harrison: “Heh...... Who do you let touch your body and measure every inch of it?”

At first, I thought I should ask someone who was available for my body measurement.

(However, after taking everyone's measurements, I realised that even if it's just a physical measurement, touching me is—)

Kate: “—Harry is good.”

After answering, I realised the mistake of my statement.

Kate: “....If it's not Harry, I don't want it.”

After rephrasing it, Harry smiles with a satisfied smile.

Harrison: “Fine. If it has to be me, I'll do as you ask.”

Harrison: “......But before that, I'll get paid for the labour.”

—After a kiss that is too sweet to be called compensation.

Every inch of my body had been thoroughly examined by Harry's hands.

Fin.

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Now that I have some time to collect my thoughts after the exam, here are some of the thoughts that have been running through my head.

Ashton is straight up not giving any shit about Liliana

Orym tries but it is really hard for him and I loved watching the two of them snap and not cut corners today.

Other than that, I loved Imogen's stance on Liliana on a technical standpoint, not trusting her but at the same time cooperating enough to try keep her on your side as an inside man? Genius.

Liliana is in too deep on the other hand, maybe not about the motives of the Vanguard but on the release of Predathos in itself. Like Ashton pointed out correctly, she is self delusional and if she doesn't remove those tinted glasses, she's gonna lose her daughter.

Also, what the fuck is wrong with her??? Leaving them all in the state they are in at a very likely active warzone and vanishing? Yeah, I suppose it took some power but she could at least ensure their safety??

Orym with Otohan's sword and storming off *chefs kiss*

Finally some emotional check-ins going on, clearning the air out. Though I am curious about Laudna and her comparing them all to being creations. I mean, in a sense, it is true I suppose...

Imogen is "destined" to release Predathos as it is a part of her.

Chetney was turned into a werewolf

FCG was literally built

Fearne was specifically made to be born on one of the Ruidian flares. And Fearne taking up the Shard also, I suppose.

Ashton was in a ritual which made them Earth Genasi and then later on were literally patchworked by Milo

Laudna was merged with Delailah and is technically kind of her vessel of sorts

I think Orym isn't the only one who wouldn't fit under the "creation of destiny" or "has been created" thing unless I am missing something...

Orym and Imogen's convo and how the two of them talk about family and his partial breakdown at the situation (I miss FCG too 😭)

And finally the sending and Orym's cry for help 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 Someone give that man a hug?!!!

Speaking of Dorian, I love how the episode cut to the Crown Keepers after the sending and personally, it made sense for it to come at that particular point.

Listen, I would've loved to have some more time with the Bells Hells and their grieving but. But.

Orym, in his last message to Dorian (which he had received and is headed to Zephrah as a response btw) asked him to meet Keyleth, so chances are, at the time the Hells came back, Dorian is at least halfway, if not having reached Keyleth.

If that were to be the case, there is a high possibility that the Crown Keepers are with Keyleth when the Hells are meeting up with her. and narratively, there is some shit going on with the Crown Keepers that are still unaddressed and just can't be brushed off lightly.

Maybe, maybe Matt had been planning on introducing them much later in the episode. But Orym's sending also gave a perfect opening because Matt (or Robbie) cannot send a reply as Dorian without knowing the outcome of whatever is going down with the Crown Keepers, as seen in this episode.

Therefore, the sudden cutback to the Crown Keepers made total sense in a narrative manner because at this point, if Dorian is going to be actively involved henceforth, the Crown Keepers are dragging along. Opal and the Spider Queen influence what will happen in the future quite a lot more than I think many may expect because

a) Opal has personal ties with Orym and Fearne and

b) the way the Spider Queen is going about the fight, if something bad happens and if someone is hurt super bad, Orym and Fearne have to know too, just like Dorian needs to know about FCG.

and c) Well, most of the Crown Keepers are involved with the Gods. Fy'ra with the Wildmother, Morri with the Duskmaven and Dariax with the Observer.

And with the recent lore bomb pointing towards Aeor, I am pretty sure the hells are going to follow up on that just for FCG's sake (maybe even call in F.R.I.D.A for the ride, please call in F.R.I.D.A!)

I am pretty sure I am spiralling at this point but at the end... all I want to say is, I love the way the episode went and ended. I cannot wait to see more! If it airs on Tuesday or Thursday alongside the Crimson Mirror finale or the Thursday after that? I can wait patiently for that arc of the Crown Keepers to end cuz I am pretty sure at the end of it, at least 2 of the Keepers are going to join with the Hells and one is going to be Dorian. Mostly.

Apart from that, I am just gushing about how the battle went between Opal, Ted and Spider Queen vs the rest of the CK!

The crystal shard memories that are liable to corrupt or shatter? Opal being related to the Luxon shit? The sheer memories and the Spider Queen's insistence on Opal leaving or killing her friends and forcing her to make an option? So much drama! So much fun!

I might have to catch the 2nd rebroadcast to truly appreciated the second half but. But *chefs kiss* loved it today

I got introduced to C3 with the Crown Keepers and hell if I don't love those babies.

#critical role #critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #messy thots #long post #Yeah #I did will in my exam btw #crown keepers #crown keepers spoilers ig #orym #dorian storm #ashton greymoore #imogen temult #liliana temult

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depressopax · 3 months

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Agent cooper smut pleaseeee. Why is it so hard to find he’s so yummy?!?!

THIS!!! I need more Dale smuts (and fluffs, headcanons, WHATEVER) in my life rn 😭 Thanks for the request! Enjoy lmaooo <3

Favors - Dale Cooper x gn!reader

Fandom - Twin Peaks

Pairing: Dale Cooper x gender neutral reader Genre: Smut Warning(s): Handjob and oral (reader giving), cuss words, dom/sub dynamic, slight orgasm denial, sub!Dale + dom!reader, begging. Reader is gender neutral! Words: 1.4K Summary: You help your boyfriend Special agent Dale Cooper relax after a rough day at work. English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 AO3 link

“Hmm? Dale, it’s like 12am… What’s up?” You mumble, rubbing sleep out of your eyes as you stand by the open door next to your boyfriend Dale, who’s still dressed in a suit. His brown hair is slicked back, and he looks energetic and like he just finished work. Oh fuck sake…

“Don’t tell me you’ve worked until now!”

“Well…”

He smiles sheepishly and shrugs, stepping into your house before the cold air enters the house. Even though he looks energetic as always, his brown eyes look tired. He even has dark circles under them. You sigh and start feeling worried for him. He looks at you up and down, and with a hint of a smirk, he says: “Nice pajamas, cutie.”

You look down at yourself, realizing that you’re only dressed in the night wear you recently put on.

“I was just about to go to sleep, jerk!” He laughs and pulls you into a hug. “You should try that.” You mumble.

“Yea… But I always end up having crazy dreams.”

“Weirdo.”

“You love it.” You pull away from him and smile. “I’m sorry for just showing up out of the blue.”

You shrug. You did plan for him to come over tonight, but not at midnight. You can’t really be mad, you’ve missed him. So instead you take his warm hand, leading him to the couch. The tv is still on, after you fell asleep watching a show. Dale sinks into the couch with a happy sigh. He looks very exhausted now. You shut off the tv, making the room dark except the dimmed light from the wall lamp.

“Seriously… Why the hell did you work until now?”

“This case I’m working on… It’s…” He sighs and shakes his head clearly frustrated with work. He hasn’t told you the details for this particular case, just that it’s a tricky one, and very misleading. “...It’s difficult. I feel like I’m getting nowhere…”

You listen to his rant, but slowly get distracted by his suit. It’s no secret he looks good in his black blazer, that hugs his muscles in the right places, as does his black pants. Your fingertips dance over his shirt, up and down, down and up…

“I uhm…” Dale clears his throat and calls your name. “What are you…”

“Take off your blazer.”

His eyes widen, and you feel smug when your boyfriend's cheeks glow red. He doesn’t even question it, but simply sits up and tosses the blazer away. He turns to you with a coy smile.

“Happy?”

You reply by kissing him while your hand moves further up, finding the knot to his black tie. He doesn’t even try to control the kiss and simply lets your tongue invade his mouth. His breathing gets heavier as you pull the tie off, letting it join his blazer. You move your hand down his stomach again, unbuttoning the white shirt in the process. He squirms a bit, and you can’t tell if he’s nervous or excited. You work on the last button, pulling away from the kiss and teasingly bites his bottom lip. Dale whispers your name and his body feels warm from anticipation. As your hand moves to his belt, you figure out why he squirmed so much earlier. You let out a low chuckle and lay your palm over the bulge in his black pants, that suddenly seems too tight for him. He moans softly and looks at you, shaking his head.

“You’re killing me.”

His voice is raspy and low.

“Tell me what you want, Dale.”

“You know what I want….” He murmurs, needingly lifting his hips so your hand once again touches his boner. But you wont give in, not yet.

“I want you to say it.”

“Fuck… Please… I’m…”

“You’re…?”

“I-I…”

He suddenly seems shy, and you almost feel mean for smiling at his red face and the stutter. Dale is not directly prude, but when it comes to talking dirty or telling you what he wants in bed, he seems to lose the ability to speak.

“Talk to me, pretty boy.”

“I… I want you to touch me...” You smile at him proudly, but not yet satisfied. “Please… I need your touch. I need it…” His voice breaks slightly and he groans. His pleading really works, because now your own arousal grows.

He’s so desperate and needy, just the way you like him.

You quickly unbuckle his belt and work the zipper. With trembling hands, Dale helps you pull the pants down. He is sitting down, looking so vulnerable wearing only his gray boxers. The wet fabric reveals he’s already leaking for you. You take the opportunity, and raise a brow.

“I haven’t even started touching you yet, and you’re already about to cum?”

Gulping nervously, the special agent looks up at you with puppy eyes.

“No… It’s uhm…”

Before he can finish the sentence, you kneel before him. You spread his legs apart and push him back into the cushions of your couch. You free his cock from the boxers, which joins the pile of clothes. His cock stands proud and is leaking pre-cum.

Dale lets out - what you suppose is a nervous chuckle.

Without wasting another second, you move your hand over his length, using spit as lubrication to slide your hand up and down with ease. You start with slow, teasing strokes that cause your boyfriend to gasp. Your focus is not longer on his face, all you can think of are the sweet moans and pleads he lets out. It only encourages you to continue, and soon you stroke him at a quick pace. He moves his hips, jerking himself off against your soft palm. You continue moving your hand, but let your boyfriend control the tempo now. You can’t help but watch his sweet face. He clenches his jaw, and you feel hypnotized staring at that sharp jawline you love. His eyes are closed and his mouth is half open, as he continues fucking himself into your hand, moving his erection in and out repeatedly. After a bit, you remove your hand. Dale sits up again, still panting heavily with pearls of sweat on his forehead.

“Please don’t stop…”

“Don’t worry, I won't.”

Because how could you stop now, when he’s so desperate and submissive?

He has earned a reward for being so patient with your teasing. When you lean down to kiss his leaking tip, he totally loses it. He lets out a whimper and grips the cushions on the couch. His whole body is trembling from pleasure as you lick his shaft, leaving kisses on his cock. He is whimpering and moaning your name while you work wonders on him with those lips. When you proceed to take him in your throat, he cries out.

“I’m gonna…”

“Not yet.” You warn with a raspy voice, pulling away from his throbbing member just to say those two words. He nods, and you wipe a couple of tears from his eyes before going down again. The sounds of Dale’s moans, and the sloppy noises from you, echoes through the living room. You both enjoy the moment, but mostly of all you enjoy watching Dale relax and being taken care of, after all that stress from work. You pull away from his cock and signal him that he can release. He calls out your name as he shoots out thick ropes of cum over himself, and your hand.

He is still panting for air seven minutes later - but does his best to hide it - after you helped him clean up and brought him to bed. His face is still slightly red and a bit embarrassed as he smiles at you.

“You really know how to take my stress away.”

“Of course, babe…”

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Dale. I like making you feel good.”

He cuddles up next to you, but soon the two of you end up making out again.

“Hey… What if I return the favor?”

He has a mischievous grin on his lips now and you can already picture how swollen and wet they’re gonna look once he returns the favor. You smirk at him.

“How can I say no to that?”

“You can’t…” Dale mumbles and kisses his way down. He is gentle and passionate with his kisses. “Fuck, I love you.” he murmurs before sliding his slick fingers into your underwear. You moan and look down at him as he gets between your legs, once again looking energetic.

“I love you too, Dale.”

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shonenkun309 · 2 months

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ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɪ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴋᴏɢᴀ's sᴇǫᴜᴇʟ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ᴍʏ sᴀɴɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ :

WARNING : *It may contain some spoilers from the first ten chapters of the sequel, and ALL, I repeat ALL of it gonna be angsty. I warned you, I'm not responsible!* @randomf2p

Koga might lose everything, his home, his job, people's love for him..It was mentioned throughout the beginning of the sequel how much people loved and respected him, even giving him a different title than "San, Kun, or even Sama." And as far as I know, mentioning these matters at the beginning, may be negatively affected during the plot.

I have a feeling that Koga will give up everything and join the Senketai to "AVENGE" his father. As it turns out, Koga's dad "Ouga" was the first founder of the Senketai group but he abandoned them, joined the imperial army, became a soldier, and died, or in other words, was killed because he once opposed them for something...I have a feeling that Koga might bring out his vengeful personality and join the Senketai, claiming revenge, even though it is not his style.

I feel like Koga will become a cold character like Akiyasu for a while...I can never bear the thought of that smile disappearing from his beautiful face throughout the sequel. I will never bear it!😭💔

break up scene. There has to be a breakup. In any love story, The two heroes face difficulties during their love journey, and one of the two heroes makes a decision that the other will not like, which leads to their disagreement or breaking up...we can't call a couple "a couple" if this didn't happen...Don't mind me, recently I started rewatching old love series that I used to watch when I was a kid and I'm starting to understand their plot now...hehe...hmmm

Carnage form makes a comeback. How can we forget the best form of Koga in the entire game? This is 10,000% predictable, I mean...Koga is still taking the medicine from Yura, which means that the return of the carnage form is guaranteed. But if we take the matter further, he may appear with this transformation in public, or he may hurt Futaba again and realize this and run away, or he may speak through it, anything is possible, dear potatoes!

I might even imagine that Koga is about to die or that he died and Futaba's love for him brought him back to life or something... Oh my god! I hate my brain at 12 midnight! SOMEBODY SNACH THE PHONE FROM ME!

Koga's past self will show up, speaking with Koga like a school basketball player talking to his teammate...or scolding him for doing something to Futaba, Oh IMAGINE THEM ACTUALLY MEETING EACH OTHER AND THREW HANDS AT EACH OTHER!! I SHALL BRING POPCORN WITH ME WHILE READING THIS SCENE IN CASE IT HAPPENS!

They might use Koga for the Youjin experiments. The Youjin experiments got revealed in Koga's sequel apparently, because they appeared in the main story, but their identities were unknown and mysterious, and he and Yakumo might meet for the first time, as I always wished for, and who knows? Either they cooperate and stop the experiments or not.

Just noticed I didn't talk about Kiryu and Kagari until now, I think Kagari is the final boss and not the eye-patched Kiryu. Why? I don't know, I don't trust people with glasses in visual novels. Therefore, I expect that Kagari will turn against Kiryu and kill him, making it clear to us that Kagari is the final boss in the end.

If that situation that always goes through my head occurs in the sequel, I will sue the staff, writers, authors, artists, and game makers.

** Phew...I should stop or else I might spoil the sequel before it comes out hahaha 😂😂😂😂 **

But really... if any of this happens, I swear I will cry, but I don't know, either from joy because what I expected was true, or from sadness because Koga will be the one who will suffer from what I expected...I will leave the opinion to you.

#Shonen's investigations 😎🕵🏻‍♀️#ayakashi romance reborn #ayakashi koi meguri #ayakashi koga #ayakoi #koga kitamikado #Koga's sequel #koga's red kimono #koga thoughts #kitamikado koga #i miss koga #koga you gorgeous mf☠️#ayakashi kuya #arr ginnojo #ayakashi toichiro #ayakashi shizuki #ayakashi rr

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ugh can you please write something where little!reader asking (forcing) CG!Big daddy E to do her hair since she can’t do it herself. Sitting in between his legs, playing with the carpet and watching cartoons while Elvis braids her hair then undoes it because she wants another style, and it just goes on and on 😭😭

i looooveeeeed this request so much 😭 was going to wait till i was caught up with my other stuff but i just couldn't wait to write this one any longer LOL

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you softly knocked on the door to elvis's office, peaking through the crack. "daddy?" you pushed the door open slightly to be greeted with elvis at his desk.

"hi baby, what's goin' on?" he asked, patting on his knee for you to take a seat. you wandered over to him shyly, taking a seat in his lap as he rested a hand on your back. "'s my baby missin' her daddy?"

you nodded, looking down at your lap. "can you do my hair?"

he widened his eyes, unsure. "i don't know baby, we saw how it went last time." the only thing he was an expert at was putting your hair in pigtails or a pony tail.

"you have to do my hair, daddy! can't do it myself, 'm too little." you pouted.

elvis always fell for that whole 'i'm too little' spiel of yours, often saying it to you as well. not to mention when you pout and give him puppy dog eyes. he gave you a defeated look, knowing he couldn't say no to you. "what're you wantin'?" he asked, running his hand though your hair.

"hmm...." you thought for a second, kicking your feet. "braids?"

"are you sure? you don't just want lil' pigtails or somethin'?" he asked nervously.

"braids! i want braids!"

elvis grumbled and let out a sigh. "braids it is. go get your brush and daddy'll come down and do your hair." he pressed a kiss to your scalp and let you hop off his lap. you rushed out of the room without shutting the door, something that annoyed him just a bit but he let it slide since it was you. he put what he was working on away to meet you downstairs, giving you a warm smile. although you didn't ask for it, he made sure to fill a sippy cup for you beforehand, knowing how antsy you sometimes get when sitting for too long.

you gasped as you saw the sippy cup his his hand, reaching and taking a sip from it before setting it on the table and thanking him.

as much as he loved moments like this with you, he hoped you'd cooperate this time around and not have the need to get up and do something else every few minutes. he turned the tv on and put cartoons on for you before sitting down with a soft grunt, spreading his legs for you to sit in between. "c'mere." you nodded and took your position right in front of him, locking your eyes to the tv. "now, ya gotta bare with me. daddy's not exactly an expert at braidin' just yet."

"it's okay daddy, i trust you." you turned around and smiled at him before focusing back on the tv.

he let out a soft laugh, "thank you, yittle." he reached for the brush and went to work, carefully separating your hair and getting to work. it was smoother this time around, he even remembered to take his rings off this time. the image of him accidentally leaving one on as he brushed your hair once is still fresh in your mind, not doing that again.

there should be a manual on how to braid hair. at least he wasn't being too rough on your scalp, you weren't whining or crying so that was a good sign. he glanced down at you midbraid, smiling at you snuggled in between his legs while you mindlessly ran your fingers through the plush carpet. "still good? not hurtin' your pretty lil' head am i?" you shook your head, keeping your focus on your cartoons.

it wasn't perfect, but he did it. and he was damn proud of it too. "well, look at that! i did it!" he held up a mirror for you, waiting for your reaction.

you bounced happily, clapping. "daddy! i love it!" the braids weren't bad, you loved them. but then you decided to change your mind. "actually daddy, can i just get pigtails instead?"

"but i just-"

"please, daddy?"

he huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. patience, elvis. patience. "okay." was all he could say. all that hard work for nothing. at least it was like practice for the next time you wanted your hair braided.

elvis spent some time unbraiding before brushing out your hair thoroughly. "you sure you want pigtails?"

"mhm!"

he put your hair in pigtails, something he was good at, thankfully. he held the mirror up again, making sure you were satisfied. "hmm......"

"don't tell me ya want something else now."

"well....." you shrugged. "can you curl it?"

he sat back on the couch defeated, "curl it?" he groaned. "baby, i just spent an hour tryna braid it and another takin' em out just to give ya pigtails. gotta give your daddy a break, his fingers are all cramped up."

you frowned, dramatically wobbling your bottom lip. "daddy...."

"aw hell, alright. fine." he pat the top of your head as a gesture for you to get up. you stood up and held your hand out for him, pulling him up excitedly. "you that excited for me to curl your hair, huh?"

"mhm! makes me look pretty!"

"you're always pretty though, aren't ya?" he chuckled. "now you're gonna be done after this, right? you're not gonna make me straighten it right after?"

you got quiet for a second, rethinking the idea of curling your hair. "actually-"

"y'know what? let's just go through every single hair style you can think of." he sighed. "we'll get there someday."

#elvis x reader

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purplerose244 · 11 months

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Watched the first two episodes of LEGO DreamZzz: LOVED IT!!!

I just caught up with the latest season of Ninjago to prepare for the next era (Dragon Rising, ANYTHING IS BETTER IF YOU ADD MORE DRAGONS 😍), then I noticed this new LEGO show and I went for it. I watched the trailer some time ago and it genuinely didn’t click for me, the show didn’t seem all that...

MAN I WAS WRONG

FIRST TWO EPISODES AND I’M IN LOVE

I know the full season should be out on Netflix, which I have, but I’m following the release from the LEGO Youtube channel so I can pace myself... for, like, the first time in my life 😅

I like doing these thoughts diaries so I might do it for the following episodes as well. Obviously SPOILERS for people who didn’t watch it!

So... THOUGHTS ON "AWAKENING" AND "DREAM CHASERS" GO!

I know it’s a little thing but I’m a huge fan of Giles Panton, I followed him through all of Nexo Knights and his villain role in Ninjago, so even with a little role I’m ecstatic to hear him! 😍😍😍

Also this character is curious to me, who was he? Why did he appear specifically in Mateo and Izzy’s room?

Love the little conflictual situation, they’re middle school children so only fair to see a bit of that. It seems that Cooper got a new friend who’s a bit of a jerk, Mateo got defensive because of that, Logan clearly isn’t super used to have polite people around him, Cooper just wants everyone to get along... like, this seems like such a middle/high school situation, it makes me appreciate their age more 👌

Yes I'm a sucker for drama why do you ask

Hermanito? Is this a Latino family? I’ve been following so much of Ninjago I never considered seeing different cultures in LEGO works, this is genuinely super cool!

I keep seeing these breakfast burritos around, is this like California? I'm from Italy so I never had these for breakfast 😅

I want to try one though

VINCENT TONG’S CHARACTER! WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO HIM! ❤️ I loved Kai in Ninjago, I loved Jestro in Nexo Knights so you bet your LEGO claw hands I’m gonna love whatever new character mah boy Vince is voicing this time! GO GO GO!!!

Is Logan Asian? I’m seeing the eyes are differently shaped from the others, that’s really cool seeing these differences!

I don’t know if it’s obvious, but having an artist to be a creator of dreams? Love it love it love it

The fact that he's got a tablet too, I like that it feels close to this age

Izzy is a delight 💕💕 Like, such a bubbly personality, she watches anime, she is so optimistic and energetic, and she seems to watch Mateo’s back and that’s nice to see

Wait

WAIT

IS THAT THE ZANE ANIME MOMENT FROM NINJAGO?! Are you freaking kidding me this is amazing 😂😂😂

I LOVE Z-BLOB I LOVE Z-BLOB I LOVE Z-BLOB I LOVE Z-BLOB

Yep, saw Cooper inside the belly cage of the giant monster... which actually reminds me of Nexo Knights? Merlok inside of Monstrux' belly cage... in the virus season... the one that never came to be as the show ended early before that... DON'T CRY 😭

Next episode, saving Cooper?

DO NOT TEASE ME WITH AN ARCHER I HAVE A WEAKNESS FOR ARCHERS YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I LOVED AARON IN NEXO KNIGHTS AND ZANE IN NINJAGO DURING HIS ARCHERY PHASE (granted it didn’t last long) 🤩🤩

I thought this girl was already part of the whole secret dream organization from the trailer, instead she’s a solo girl? Interesting, I'm guessing we'll get development

Also she’s totally the girl Mateo was checking out at the burrito stand, I don’t think it’s supposed to be a secret 😂😏

IZZY NARUTO RUNNING I’M DYING I LOVE HER SO MUCH 😂😂😂

IT’S A MECHA Z-BLOB!!!!!!!!!! 🤩

The resolution between Mateo and Cooper was so “awkward boys who don’t really like showing too many feelings as they're still a bit young” and honestly that has its own adorableness in it 💕

Aaaaaand Logan gets his reality check, I’m actually looking forward to how his character will develop through the series! LOVE ME BULLY DEVELOPMENT 😍

HEEEEEYYYY NINJAGO MURALE EVERYONE!!!! 🔥☄️❄️⚡️

Wait, the owner of that hourglass is a she? Lunia he said? I thought the last person to have it was a he since it was voiced by Giles, was Lunia the person before him or was it her but hiding her identity? ... was it Mateo and Izzy’s mother?

Yes I’m insufferable about missing parents troupes and yes I wondered about their mom the moment I only saw the dad

I WILL KEEP BEING INSUFFERABLE I AM NOT SORRY ABOUT IT

If you give me the sad mom is not with us anymore I will be happy, I’m sorry it takes me very little to be satisfied. I’m a girl that knows what kind of angst to order from the internet 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

...

Dude

DUDE

YOU’RE SERIOUSLY GIVING ME THE “MAIN CHARACTER IS WOUNDED AND NEEDS HELP WHILE EVERYONE IS SHOWING HIM WORRY AND CARE” TROUPE?!? I’M A FANWRITER I’M THIRSTY FOR THIS I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT!!!! 🤯

Logan even opening the door while Cooper and Izzy brought Mateo in the car! IT’S THE LITTLE DETAILS YOU GUYS! I WILL REWATCH THIS SCENE A LOT!

Izzy keeps giving me reason to love her, look how much she loves her brother and wants to be sure he’s okay! 💕

Cooper also being a real bro, although he’s the one I know the least of aside from being Mateo’s friend. I’m looking forward to see what kind of person he is, I did see some kind of gun in the poster

LOGAN BROUGHT SOUP THAT IS SWEET! Am I getting a “gifts is my love language” from this boy? Because it’s super cute 💜

This whole show reminds me a lot of Nexo Knights, but with better animation and attention to details for the background and characters. It feels like going back home a bit in that sense, since I was absolutely obsessed with NK and this is very fantasy-like, but I’m genuinely curious to see where this show is heading to 🤩🤩

Heeeeeyyyy, Tommy is in this! He just left Ninjago so it’s so wholesome to me to see him between the executive producers! 🥳

I'M SO LOOKING FORWARD FOR MORE!

#glad to start a new show #especially a lego one #lego #lego dreamzzz #dreamzzz spoilers #dreamzzz mateo #dreamzzz izzie #dreamzzz logan #dreamzzz cooper #spoilers #so far izzie and mateo are my faves #but you never know

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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Psycho Love. | Mark Lee (M) Part 9.

Prologue • “Darling you’ve got me obsessed with you.”

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synopsis • huang mei is a psychiatrist assigned to the most dangerous killer, but things start to go downhill from there.

warning • mafia x psychiatrist, mark lee mafia!, mei is Chinese and renjun’s twin sister, lots of action, thriller, fighting and mystery. dark romance!!! DARK DARK ROMANCE, mei is in a relationship with hyungsik, mark smut, kidnapping mentions. mark is 😃 slightly insane but yk what it’s fine 😭. THIS IS A MAFIA FIC OF MY SERIES!!

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Big authorities in power walk about the marble building, wearing blue plastic shoe prints and a white mask with a protective suit. Renjun already knows why he was called here so suddenly by detective Byun and Park.

Chanyeol stands in front of the boy sitting down, swapping a soft cotton-pick in past the mouth rubbing around the saliva as much as he could get. The older man pulls away soon sealing it into a plastic see-clear bag, looking down at it and then up at his partner Detective Byun.

Baekhyun gives him a nod, tapping his shoulder. He turns to Renjun. “Thank you for your cooperation, Mr Huang.” Chanyeol stands up leaving the side. The artist gave a small nod, he should help as much as he can.

Renjun looks up at the shorter detective, he approaches and sits down next to him. Baekhyun sighing. “It must be stressful for you. Your only family in Korea has gotten in this mess unwillingly, how are you holding up with everything?” Renjun lightly looks down twiddling with the thumbs. “I’m trying my best to stay positive. I’m sure she’s alive somewhere.” Renjun tells the man.

Baekhyun would admire the positivity, if he was in Renjun’s place he would be the most pessimistic man alive. But that is different because Baekhyun knows what Mark Lee can do and has done. The bastard killed children and women without hesitation, not only that, he did it with brutal ways more than one;

To him, Mark Lee is an abomination needing to be cleansed out of this world.

“I admire you for that, it’s not easy to stay calm.” Baekhyun tells with a pat on the back, praising the younger man massively. Renjun shortly chuckles with disbelief. “You don’t get it though.”

Renjun begins, Baekhyun raising an eyebrow at the sudden demure change. Maybe he was wrong?. Renjun looks at Baekhyun with real concern and fear in his full-eyes, “I’m not worried about Mei so much. I’m worried about Mark if he has her around still.”

Why is he worried about the mafia-serial killer right now? Baekhyun opens the lips but nothing comes out, he is bamboozled out of existence. Renjun purse his lips into a thin line.

“You see, my sister isn’t as mentally stable as she seems. She doesn’t know it herself, what she can be capable of.” He looks away. Renjun standing up as he bows his head towards Baekhyun who sat so still and frozen by the sudden confusion that left him even more wondrous. “Thank you do your hard work, please find her soon.” Renjun said, walking away.

Baekhyun mutters under his breath. “Women are scary indeed but.. what did he mean by that.” He shakes it off as something mixed up that Renjun meant metaphorically? But little did anyone know this was a warning sent by Renjun.

Maybe the biggest monster isn’t Mark at all. Maybe it’s the least unexpected, the people you don’t expect to be the most lost in the darkness.

A groan escapes the girl’s pinkish lips shining under the gigantic yellow light from outside morning sunshine. Mei sits up blocking one hand with the sun, sighing. “I miss my bed..” Mei complains, she really needs to go back to her apartment.

The body stands up, walking ahead to the bathroom until something metallic clatters around the wooden object, causing the psychiatrist to fall back down on the bed with a high pitch yelp. “What the —“ Mei sits up noticing the sudden pain on the wrist.

The wrist tied by the handcuffs to the bed frame. Mei cursing as she roughly pulls and taps the metallic restraints. If anything why was she restrained? She thought this was past the stage of their trust!

“Mark? Where are you? Mark? Hello?” She calls out with no response. She was alone in the hotel room, and something with Mei comes up with a theory that he left without her.

With the confusion running down her veins, Mark Lee walks back into the front door to answer all of them. Mei’s eyes light up, going on her knees in the bed to stand higher. Mark with lifeless dull eyes not acknowledging the girl’s presence until later where he throws new clothes on the bed.

As well as on him, Mark had new clothes too. A red hoodie zipper up, black jeans and a black shirt with a black mask to hide his identity.

Mei looks down at the clothes and then at the man as her left hand points to the hancuff to the right hand only. “Mind uncuffing me or something?” Mark hums, “Good morning to you too, and that would be a no.” He states harshly.

A laughter of surprise ejects past the lips, Mei shaking her head. Seriously? Handcuffing her? “Why?” She asks and Mark tilts his head. “Obviously you’ll run away so that’s why, god, you really aren’t smart are you?”

“You can’t be serious.” She tells him, the man shrugging carelessly. “Don’t think just because we slept together you’ll be free.” Mark said, causing the psychiatrist to eye him like he’s her most despise thing to lay eyes on.

Mei croaks out with sudden frustration and anger built up. “You fucker, let me go this instant!” Mark seeing this thrilling angry expression on the woman he hasn’t seen yet, smiles in sweet delight with a donut jam right in the middle— that is how sweet he is enjoying the situation. “No. In fact I was going to release you earlier but, I changed my mind…”

He sweetly trails roughly pulling Mei’s face in his hand hold, smiling down at her with all the power running in the body. He has her on puppet strings, under his control. All of it. Mark loves it to the fullest. She glared up at him, scoffing. “Continue being angry, it’s sorta hot.” Mark cheers walking away as he stood outside the door.

“Im going to be busy today, you’ll be alone for most of the day. I promise I’ll be back soon.” He teases her, “yah! Don’t leave me here, yah! Mark- I-, asshole!” closing the door shut when Mei began speaking.

“You bastard.” Mei cackled out harshly. “Wait till I get out of here, you’re going to a worse mental asylum. No, I’ll just depart you to America and they can have you.” Mei said as she pulls on the metallic police item, in anger and Frustration she kicks the clothes from the bed, flinging them powerfully on the floor.

It was over her head. Mei thought Mark and her would have a deeper relationship of understanding each other but guess not, the last night intimate activity caused them to go farther apart and it didn’t last long, because Mark is back to his old ways with having trust issues unable to even keep Mei freely alone in the room.

She doesn’t care though. She will get out of here now that her eyes slowly land on the handcuffs small key on the bed night stand table. It’s far away from her right hand, she won’t be able to reach that way.

The woman turns to her left free hand, almost there but the arm was too short. She switches position as if this was a workout. Mei moves her legs scotching over the edge, with little bit effort.

Mei slowly achieves a hold on the box with the key, swinging it back on the bed where Mei has gained the key. She squeals open the handcuffs. Sighing once it made a large click. “Finally,” Mei rubs her free wrist, standing up and then running to the bathroom with the scattered clothes he bought her; she might as well use those.

The town was absolutely isolated, the woman has no idea where she is but that’s okay. Asking around for bus money, she surprisingly runs into someone who gave her enough to go into Seoul. She took it, thanking them. Seoul is known as the birthplace of night life. Some articles call it the Vampire City, because of how busy it gets at night and that no one seems to sleep when the city goes dark. Mei has to agree, it definitely fits the name. The manifestations of wanting to leave from before, was building up inside Mei. The doctor simply took off at the right route of outside massive apartment buildings.

Mei ran for it. There was something about the way that the woman feels, like she is being stalked, followed. Hell, maybe even choked. Mei has this suffocation in her throat that makes her wonder if she actually really is free. If this is her imagination, maybe. Maybe this is a sick dream, and she’s actually still with Mark. The doctor wasn’t sure what’s real and what’s not real— For someone with psychology degrees..she’s massively lost in herself.

Running in the apartment, Mei took the elevator and then ran once again when the tenth floor arrives.

Mei inhales shaky breathing, stopping at the number of the door. The hands start to bang numerously without a constant same speed, it was chaotic and Mei wasn’t stopping, until it’s opened. The white door heard an unlocking click, Renjun peeking outside. The eyes widen at the scared shaky pupils who tremble with tears forming in the eyes, the boy engulfs the woman who falls down on the knees. “Mei..?” Renjun calls softly as he comforts his crying sister in the warm hands.

She doesn’t respond unless it was the sobbing. The smaller hands gripping on the shirt behind, burying deep into the chest, her eyelashes wetting the clothes by the tears but somehow, Renjun doesn’t mind. The boy went through so many stages of grief that he’s past all the scolding he wanted to do for so long. Renjun is just glad she’s back home, safely…

Renjun slowly coos. “Mei..are you okay? Not hurt? Let me see.” He begins to speak again, Mei watching him move up as she follows, standing up, she goes in the apartment as he locks and closes the door. Mei shakily walking to the couch.

The eyes lock on the big tv wall screen, the news playing quietly. Mei searching for the remote controller, she puts the volume up as her eyes squint at the tv in shock.

“No way…” Mei murmurs in disbelief.

Today we have found a burned woman to ashes. The forensic scientists couldn’t identity the person yet but it seems like it was a woman. The police are suspecting that it is probably Huang Mei, but that is yet to be proven.

“This is Ahn Junho, the news achor. I will now show a video of Detective Byun Baekhyun’s message to Mark Lee.”

“It seems that Mark Lee has murdered yet another person. This diabolical, abomination on earth needs to be stopped. I will not sleep or eat until I catch this man. Underline my words red, I will not stop. Mark if you are hearing this, watch your back.”

The intense glares from Baekhyun left Mei speechless at the determination. But it only made Mei feel more sick to the stomach, upset and stressed. She didn’t realise it, but Renjun was standing behind the couch, as he looks down in worry. Mei looks tired, stressed— hell, he doesn’t know what the bastard did to her . He could only imagine what. The couch behind to fill, once Renjun has slowly joined Mei to sit down next to her.

The girl immediately falls down on him, resting the head onto the shoulder as her tears stain her face dry. He slowly wraps an arm around her, to support the body that she is slanting. “Mei..” Renjun calls out. She hums, never seeming to look at him in the eyes. “Please look at me.” He tells her, but this time in Chinese.

Moving the head off, She turns around to glance at her brother dead in the eyes . He sighs. “Please don’t work there anymore.” Renjun begs, Mei looks down fidgeting with her nails. “I like the work, Renjun.”

Renjun grits the teeth, bringing hands to hold Mei’s face. “You were gone… for a month. A month, Mei.” He repeats, but Mei looks away shaking the hands off the face. Renjun’s frustration were more like big brother worries. “Please Renjun, I can’t talk about this. I’m going to check into work and tell the police that I’m free.”

He croaks out in disagreement. “No, no, stay home. I’ll do it for you.” Renjun pulls Mei to sit down, she falls back on the couch and he heavily sighs out. “I’ll do everything for you okay? You sit down, I.. will do everything. Just don’t leave, again.”

This could seem like a family thing to say, but Mei felt something off in Renjun’s voice, as if he knows something that she doesn’t. It feels like the brunette artist is trying to prevent something from escalating even more. Mei can’t help but not shrug this off. Renjun did not waste the time grabbing his shoes on and a jacket, with the car keys he left the apartment. Mei was alone in the apartment but why did she feel so.. dead.

So empty and hollow. Mei feels like she took a part of Mark with her, to haunt her if she ever escapes. The girl looks around, going into the kitchen she looks about only. The appetite was nearly non existent, she barely ate for a month and lost plenty of weight; Mei was only slim-ish, but now she’s a lot more. She hates it if anything, it somehow reminds her of something but she can’t remember what.

The memories are faint, everything feels static like a old television from the 90’s with the black and white moving screen when signal goes out.

The police went into massive shock when the girl was brought back in for questioning, all thanks to Renjun who screams on top of his lungs in twice as much shock. The trembling pale woman covered in a blanket the police gave her, for comfortability— it does get far too cold in the interrogation room.

Renjun would have to wait outside, so Mei is alone with Detective Baekhyun and Detective Chanyeol. Despite these faces having the most-worrisome, suspicious but at the same time relieved expressions, it made Mei’s skin crawl. The adrenaline running wild in the system, feeling completely trapped and isolated. This interrogation feels exactly like the kidnapping from back then.

Baekhyun leans forward from the chair to take a closer look at Mei, folding hands together of his own. Chanyeol from the left side with a note pad, holding an ink pen. The older man opens his mouth slowly, still a little bit of disbelief running in his head.

“Are you okay, miss Huang?” Baekhyun asks, he sees the woman tremble a nod forward, softly uttering out. “Yes.”

He nods with a professional smile, turning to the side looking at Chanyeol with a signal with his finger clicking. “Okay, Miss Huang. Let’s take this recap slow.” Baekhyun looks at Mei. “On the day of the kidnapping before it happened, what did you do. Tell me about your day from morning till you left to go home.”

She sighs out zoning on the table as her thoughts travelled into the past, but somehow this became a puzzle piece mystery. “I..Uhm, I took care of the asylum patients. But my main priority was Mark Lee, so I spend most of my day with him trying to make progress.. I then..had coffee with Johnny and Yuta my co-workers. After that I took care of more patients in the ward, and then I left to go home.”

Baekhyun hums, “Okay, what else happened Miss Huang?”

“On my way i went to my car i park outside the asylum building, but…” Mei slowly rubs the forehead, starting to whisper. “I think, my ex boyfriend was waiting at my car. He wanted to talk to me about last night, we.. broke up.”

The silent pause was there and Baekhyun was about to speak again. But Mei has done the job for him. Chanyeol slowly writing the story details in bullet points, watching the woman at the desk with Baekhyun.

“Then.. Mark came out into the open. He threatened my ex boyfriend and then the van arrived. Mark took me with him .. that’s all that happened before the kidnapping.” She croaks out, Baekhyun murmurs. “So this is when he took you to the farm house?”

He earns a nod, Baekhyun slowly brings out a clear plastic bag with evidence files for the doctor to look at. “We found your blood in the field, what’s that about? Did Mark ever physically harm you?” He saw Mei jump with hands shaking. “No, not at all. Actually he’s never.. laid hands on me.” She looks down to the plastic bags, running hands on them. “Then what’s this blood about?” Baekhyun tells with a raise eyebrow.

“I stepped on a glass shred.” Mei explains. “Miss Huang, are you sure that you stepped on a glass shred?” Baekhyun freely replies.

“Yes, it was a glass shred. I was trapped inside this room for a few weeks in the farm house. I got lucky enough to notice the window lock half broken, so i broke it with enough strength and escaped..

“When I escaped, Mark came out looking for me. By then I was in the woods. No matter where I went he found me. I was dragged out of the woods but we ended up changing plans because of the police..”

Baekhyun gawks his eyes open, sharing the same face like Chanyeol; the two police men watching Mei at those words. He tilts his head, “So you guys escaped, where did you reside in?”

Mei shakes the shoulders lightly. “I..don’t know. Some junk-yard hotel he found..”

“What did you do in the hotel room until you escaped.”

“I don’t know- I…”

“Miss Mei. What do you remember?”

The woman croaks open avoiding their determined eyes. Baekhyun saw the whole demure change, she was hiding something, from the way her body faced away from the chair and to the door, immediately wanting or wishing to run away from the situation. The moment he starts to pry into what they have done together in the hotel room, she began to rebel.

“I don’t know..I feel sick.” She mentions slowly looking at the black floor, falling in a daze.

The following memories flash white, a movie tape rewinding back to the hotel intimacy that Mark and Mei held together accountable. The moments where they spoke without needing to know about their hostage-kidnapper relationship. Without needing to be treated like a patient-doctor relationship. It felt like it was just Mei and Mark, no one else. Nothin running in their minds, no bother to care about anything else. She hates to admit it aloud, but mentally it was enough to say; She hates how she felt the safest in his arms, out of all people. Ironic isn’t it?

“We…I don’t know. I’m so sorry, we just…” The dreading voice splitters into different lines, confusing the police who try to deviate the words. But the gibberish crying makes it sound impossible to ornate back.

We slept together… We talked together like we were normal people. We trauma bonded. Mei thought, but not enough courage to tell out. She wants to tell them these things, but she knows if she did, she would be judged upon. Perhaps even treated mental because Mei truly feels like Mark is not a bad guy..

That this bad, Mafia leader killer stuff is just a bad act on society to view him this way. That is what Mei believes.

The irony. Feeling comfortable, safe, appreciated, Understood, cared for— looked out for. Mei felt those with Mark, a killer, a mafia leader. A dangerous most wanted man in South Korea. The man who has kidnapped her out of his own selfish reasons— He made her feel better than she could ever imagine.

These feelings came creeping out quickly like a lurking predator, bursting open to the police. Bombing them with a crying scene of Mei breathing heavily, yet the chest felt suffocated. The amount of breathing she’s took yet no air seemingly inhaled into the lungs. Eyes brimming with ear, spilling tears endlessly like blood-shedding on a sword. The teeth gritting, Mei let’s out a mournful grunt.

Chanyeol runs to the unstable woman in the chair trembling massively, crying out louder with screams once Chanyeol has held her tight to comfort. “Stay away from me!” Mei screams pushing away, falling out the chair, as her body launches to the door to run out.

Crawling up, the door swinging open as she ran for it. Chanyeol and Baekhyun following out by the doorframe. Renjun standing up from the seat, sprinting to his sister. The man engulfs her into the hug, tackling on the floor where Mei fell instantly in his hands screaming, squirming, shaking, fighting back. It’s as if she was scared to be surrounded by people itself.

Something made Mei put up these walls she’s never had before. But to Renjun, he saw this before.

Hushing quietly, Renjun coos a long string of lines following that it’s going to be okay, as long as she’s in his arms everything will be okay. Mei listens, but the tears didn’t stop.

“Someone get the nurse!” Chanyeol shouts across the police ward, them rushing to find a solution. Mei’s eyes felt heavy as Renjun sees his sister quietly dash to sleep.

Baekhyun approaches slowly, watching the two on the floor curling up. “Renjun, is miss Mei okay?” The Chinese boy raise an eyebrow looking at Baekhyun . “Detective, what does it look like? She’s just had a mental breakdown plus an anxiety attack, all thanks to your pressuring questions!” Renjun shouts forward, protective huddling the unconscious woman in the chest.

Glaring up at the man, Baekhyun sighs out defeated. Yes, he was out of line for forcing and asking too many questions at once. But he was truly just doing his job. “I am sorry, okay? But you gotta understand that I was doing my job.” Baekhyun throws forward, but Renjun throw faster with his comebacks. “Your job is to protect people, not to cause them to have a breakdown.”

“When you put it that way I cannot argue.” He responds back, with hands sliding in the front pockets. “The ambulance is coming quick. I think it’s better if the asylum take her in for therapy. She seems distressed, she wasn’t answering confidently. Have of her answers were taking loads of time to come out.”

“Furthermore… She seems to be hiding something. I feel it.” Baekhyun whispers under the voice. Renjun hums out, “what did you say?”

Baekhyun raises eyes out, shaking head with a soft smile. “Ah? Nothing, don’t worry. I’ll help you provide Mei safety and care. I apologise for causing a strain onto the mental health.”

The Chinese boy only nods softly, glancing back to the unconscious face of the woman in his body lean in. The black raven hair, bangs roughed up, face pale and lips bitten from the nervous habit. Renjun races fingers down the hair, before he stood up carrying Mei in the arms.

Psycho Love Masterlink.

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