#stream save rock and roll

[pisshandkerchief]

thanks for posting songs that didn't stream, it's helping me know which videos to post! -unluckyhorseshoecrab

DUDE HELL YEAH

#so far the only ones I've missed are baby annihilation‚ save rock and roll‚ and the crazy train cover #they did the takeover‚ the break's over too and I don't think the stream cut for that one but I also didn't see it #so if you have it that'd be nice lol #tourdust

[gimmeurtmi]

groupie — 2min

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader x lee minho

tags: established relationship, polyamory, rock band!au, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, throuple, mxm, sex in a public setting (but they're alone), possessive!minho, he's so jealous, use of “bunny”, “bubs”, "baby," and "babe", they jokingly refer to reader as their groupie many times, talking about putting out to get famous (no one does it ofc), facials, lmk if i forgot

inspo: 2min in the rockstar teaser pics.

notes: i can't not get carried away when it's 2min. this was meant to be just smut but i guess it kinda has a bit of plot and also it was not meant to be this long. it's also filthy as shit.

{ wc: 4126}

You leaned against the old, rusty sink, waiting patiently for your boyfriends to finish whatever they were getting up to. 

There was a constant bloop noise, as other than rusty the sink was also leaking despite your attempts to fully shut the stream off. 

As soon as they finished their set you rushed towards the most secluded place you could find. There was a toilet at the very edge of the backstage area of the venue with a sign that read “out of order”. The sign itself was so old that the marker used to write the words out was already starting to fade, a light layer of dust turning the white page to an unattractive beige. 

Minho texted you just before he walked on stage, saying that he needed you. You told him where you were as soon as you settled. 

After a few minutes the door opened slowly, creaking loudly and echoing horribly against the stained walls of the toilets. 

“Why here?” Minho asked, planting a small kiss in your hair. 

“Having sex in your dressing room stresses me out,” you rolled your eyes, “I can’t have fun when I keep feeling like we’re gonna get caught.”

“So you’d rather have sex in what is clearly a drug den?” He chuckled, wiping his hands against the counter where a few white specks were scattered around. 

“No one’s gonna come in here though,” you reasoned. 

“Unless you wanna wait until we go home?” Minho asked softly, his eyes sparkling at you. 

You shook your head quickly. “When is Seungmin gonna finish, do you think?” 

“Probably not for another hour,” Minho clicked his tongue, “some guys came backstage and started kissing his ass.”

You chuckled, “shouldn’t we go save him then?” 

“No,” Minho shook his head, “they’re producers.”

You let out a small gasp, eyebrows high. “So why aren’t we there making him look better?” 

“Because I’ve been hard through the whole set and I need your help,” he whined, snaking his hands around your waist. 

You giggled at him before planting a comforting kiss to his forehead. “You did really well either way, didn’t even notice it.”

It was true, Minho did a wonderful job during their performance and luckily for him, being a drummer meant no one in the audience could see the problem he evidently had. 

“I fucking hate him, by the way,” Minho mumbled as he buried his head into your neck. He planted small kisses on your skin, rubbing his palms around your back. 

“Let me guess,” you sighed, “he left you high and dry seconds before you guys went on stage?” 

“How did you know?” 

“He looked especially smug,” you giggled, smiling widely at Minho’s annoyed expression. 

“Help me,” Minho whined again. 

“Why am I being made to clean his mess?” You exclaimed with a chuckle. 

“Because,” he whined. You shook your head, chuckling at his antics. 

It’s not that you didn’t want to help him with his problem, it was the only thing you were thinking about as you watched their performance. Minho was incredibly attractive when he played his drums, even more so with his new black hair—long enough to cover his eyes. The black eyeshadow you helped him put on before the show looked beautiful behind his bangs. 

Now his eye makeup was slightly smudged from the sweat and the warm bright lights he was under. It made his eyes look darker somehow, more dangerous, even if he was whining at you like the sensitive person he actually is. But only you and Seungmin knew that side of him—everyone else thought he was another asshole wanna be rockstar like so many others were. 

Minho leaned in to press his lips against yours softly, rubbing his thumb against your cheek lightly. “You’re staring, bunny.” 

“Just admiring how well I did your makeup tonight,” you say, voice too thin to be at all believable. 

“You wanna suck my dick so bad,” Minho chuckled, leaning in to kiss you with far more intent than before. 

You didn’t answer, because that would mean pulling away from the kiss—and that’s the last thing you wanted. You grabbed onto his oversized shirt, pulling him even closer to you as your tongues clashed noisily. 

He squeezed your hips tightly before he backed you up into the counter quickly, the pair of you stumbling as you climbed onto the solid surface with Minho’s blind help. 

He didn’t pull away from the kiss once, sucking and nibbling at your bottom lip while his hand buried in your hair. 

He didn’t waste any more time, bringing his hand between your bodies to softly rub against your clothed core. You mirrored his actions, rubbing him through his dark jeans. 

In pure desperation, the pair of you started moaning loudly at the rush of pleasure. 

As soon as you started playing with his zipper Minho pulled away, enough to fish for the condom he shoved into his pocket earlier that day. He asked you to hold onto it as he quickly shoved his jeans down—a small clatter noise following his action as his drumsticks fell out of his back pocket and onto to the floor. 

You jumped off the counter, rushing to pull your own pants down. Minho rubbed your hips softly, kissing you quickly before he flipped you around—his dick rubbing against your ass as he pulled your back flat against his chest. 

“You don’t need any prep?” He kisses your shoulder. 

“Had too much time on my hands in the morning,” you chuckled. 

Minho rolled his eyes at you with a soft smile sitting on his fond face. He eagerly grabbed the condom from you, throwing the wrapper to the floor as he quickly rolled it onto his dick. 

He didn’t waste any time as soon as you gave him a reassuring nod, sinking all the way inside you. 

Although you did use your toy in the morning, enough time has passed since then. Minho was stretching you fully, the sting slightly uncomfortable as he started to move. 

He could notice, given the lack of your usual loud moaning, and so he made sure to distract you from it by sucking onto your neck.

The sensation paired with his hands digging into the flesh of your ass was enough to add to the wetness in your core—helping Minho to slide in and out of you with much more ease.  

Soon your moans started echoing against the horrible acoustics of the toilets, mixing in with the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the big zippers on either of Minho’s pant leg dragging against the floor. 

You gripped onto the counter, hard, relaxing against Minho’s hold as he slammed your bodies together. 

“More, Min, please,” you whimpered, as the pleasure started building inside your stomach. 

You knew he was needy from his text, and then you knew it again when you watched him play his drums with so much energy. And now, with his thrusts fast and unrelenting–you were sure nothing could make him stop until he was satisfied. And you were happy to be the person to satisfy him. 

He held onto your hip bones tightly, using his grip to move you against his body, and so he told you to start rubbing your clit for him. 

You brought a hand between your legs, trying your best to concentrate as Minho moved your body around quite roughly. 

Then a loud creak made you yelp, the door opening slowly.

You jumped into Minho’s arms–him doing his best to shield you from the unwanted guest. Until the guest said, “sorry, sorry! It’s me!” 

You both let out a sigh of relief as Seungmin walked up to the pair of you. 

He planted a kiss on Minho’s lips before giving you a kiss as well, smiling softly. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologised, “I honestly didn’t think you’d be at it already.” 

“Ran out of patience,” Minho grumbled. Noticing you were still tense around him, he rubbed your stomach softly, waiting until your body relaxed into him again. 

“I wonder why,” Seungmin hummed, as if in deep thought. 

“Fuck you,” Minho narrowed his eyes at him. 

“Would you, hyung?” Seungmin grinned, wrapping his finger around Minho’s necklace before he tugged on it. 

Minho stumbled into him, holding onto you with one hand as the other went to Seungmin’s shoulder to keep his balance. 

“I’m in the middle of something,” Minho said, voice low. You could still hear him loudly, his voice jumping against the walls harshly. 

“Yeah, I can see,” Seungmin laughed, bringing a hand to your hair as he rubbed his fingers against your scalp. “Thought you were my groupie.” 

You chuckled at his pout, rolling your eyes at him. “Drummers do it better.” 

Minho laughed at that, pushing into your softly. You almost forgot the two of you were still connected, but you supposed his renewed movement was meant to be some sort of reward for your remark. Truthfully, Minho was just waiting for you to feel comfortable again–and being a little shit to Seungmin was your ultimate comfort zone. 

“And here I thought being the lead singer of a failing rock band would get me all the groupies I could ever want,” Seungmin sighed longingly. 

“Heard you’re not failing anymore,” you patted his shoulder, “why aren’t you jerking off a producer somewhere?” 

“Oh god,” Seungmin said, eyes wide, “they were all so hot.” 

At that, Minho slammed into you roughly. Seungmin chuckled at your surprised groan before he jumped onto the counter. He grabbed your arms, manoeuvring you to stand right in front of him and lean your hands on his thighs. 

He sunk his fingers into your hair again, scratching your scalp lightly. It was a big contrast to Minho’s rough thrusts, and you couldn’t understand which sensation your body was focused on. You let it overwhelm you either way. 

“There were three of them,” he explained in a soft voice as Minho kept fucking into you, “they said they’d love to speak to our manager so I panicked and gave them Jeongin’s number. I didn’t want them to think we were massive rookies that don’t even have a manager.” 

“But… you don’t,” you said, breathlessly. 

“Sure, but I didn’t want Mr. Chan to think that. I also think he was flirting with me,” Seungmin rambled on. He wasn’t usually one to talk so much, the only exception being the few hours after they came off stage. The adrenaline always made him chatty, which neither of you minded usually. 

But Minho was a jealous person. 

“Oh, flirting with you, was he?” He said through clenched teeth. 

“I think so,” Seungmin simply nodded, “and one of the other ones kept asking about you. Think he has a thing for drummers, too.” 

He meant that last part at you, and you chuckled softly. 

“So I think it can be a group effort,” he suggested, bringing his thumb to your cheek in a soft caress, “I’ll take that Chan guy, Minho can take the chatty one, and you can have the third one. His muscles looked amazing.” 

“Wait, what?” You asked, hoping Minho didn’t notice you clenching. You didn’t know what these guys looked like, nor did you really care to partake in what Seungmin was talking about–but the way he said it so casually caused something to light up in your stomach. 

“You know,” Seungmin gestured to the air, “fucking producers to get famous? It’s in all the rockstar handbooks.”

You laughed, but Minho stayed silent. In fact, he stopped moving entirely. He tapped your back slightly, an unconscious act he always did before he pulled out. So you knew to expect it, but it still surprised you when it happened. 

You quickly turned around to face him, watching as he pulled the condom off and got dressed. Confused about what was going on, you did the same. You leaned against Seungmin’s knees, finding comfort in the way he instantly opened his legs and let you stand between them as the pair of you looked at Minho, silently. 

“Hyung?” 

Minho clenched his jaw, blinking rapidly as he looked anywhere but at the pair of you. You waited silently, as you knew to do with Minho. Sometimes he just needed a moment or two. 

“You’re mine,” he mumbled, before looking back up at the pair of you, “both of you are mine.” 

“Yes, hyung, of co–” 

“--it turned her on, you know,” he said, sending an angry look your way. You brought your hands around your stomach, embarrassed that he did in fact notice. 

“Yeah, well, just because Y/N’s a slut doesn’t mean I meant it like that,” Seungmin explained. 

“Hey!” You tried to defend yourself, slapping Seungmin’s knee in protest. It didn’t help that you were still soaking wet–and him calling you names so casually wasn’t going to help you calm down. 

“Mine,” Minho said again, far more determined this time. “Neither one of you is touching anyone else. I’m not letting anyone near you two.” 

He closed the gap between you, trapping you in between his arms and Seungmin as he placed his hands flat on the younger’s thighs. You noticed his slid his fingers underneath the ripped out holes in Seungmin’s jeans, slowly raking his nails against the smooth skin of his thighs. You could hear Seungmin breathing louder. 

“It’ll be for a good cause though,” Seungmin said, unable to stop teasing. 

“I don’t give a shit about that,” Minho grumbled, “you’re mine.” 

Seungmin tapped your waist lightly, slowly, as if he didn’t want Minho to see–which made you understand he definitely didn’t. He was giving you a hint, urging you to join him in provoking Minho even more. 

“Don’t you wanna be famous, Min? I think Seung will have to fuck some producers to make that happen.” 

“Mine,” Minho repeated, louder, “Kim Seungmin isn’t fucking anyone. And neither are you.” 

“But, hyung,” Seungmin started, snaking his arms around your waist and reaching out for the loops on Minho’s jeans. He pulled him even closer to you–his still hard dick rubbing against your body lightly. “Do you wanna keep playing gigs at shitty venues?” 

“Yeah,” Minho shrugged. 

“And having to work two jobs for a month just to get one hour of studio time?” He added. 

“Who cares,” Minho rolled his eyes, before looking right at you. He was daring you to say something else, you knew it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it when his brown eyes were staring right at you like that. “There isn’t anything in this world that would make me share you two.” 

“And if I wanted it for my birthday?” Seungmin asked with a toothy grin. 

“Kim Seungmin,” Minho grumbled, grabbing onto the collar of Seungmin’s white blazer, “you’re such a fucking brat.” 

“And you’re a jealous idiot,” he smirked back. 

At that Minho grabbed the back of Seungmin’s neck, surging forward above your shoulder as he kissed him. The pair of them moaned into each other’s mouths, and you angled yourself as best you could to enjoy the view of them. 

Minho always got so intense when he was even a little bit jealous, and considering how red his ears currently were it was safe to assume he was extremely jealous right now. Even though the scenario you were talking about was hypothetical at best, it didn’t stop Minho from letting his possessiveness take over him. 

As the pair kept kissing, Seungmin brought a hand between your legs, tracing your wetness with his fingers. You quickly reacted, escalating things further as you grabbed Minho’s oversized white shirt from the collar, pulling it down to suck on the space right below his collarbone. It was his favourite spot, almost always already marked–but this time it wasn’t. You and Seungmin were surely lacking, but you’d quickly correct that. 

With your mouth occupied with marking Minho’s beautiful skin, you opened the button on his jeans, shoving your hand into his boxers to start pumping his dick. 

Minho pulled away from Seungmin’s lips at that, eyes fluttering shut as he threw his head back, enjoying your actions deeply–if the loud moans he let slip past his lips were anything to go by. 

Seungmin, ever impatient, was eager for more kisses, and so he grabbed your chin and turned your face towards him. He instantly sucked on your bottom lip, groaning into your mouth. 

As you kissed him, eager to taste him, he brought his hand into your underwear, slipping two fingers inside you with ease. 

“Fuck,” he pulled away, watching as he shut his eyes tightly. 

You then noticed Minho’s hand was down Seungmin’s boxers, too. 

“Bubs, you’re so wet,” he moaned.

“You’d hope so if my dick was inside her like five minutes ago,” Minho grumbled. You squeezed his length lightly, prompting another loud moan to leave him, proving an effective way to shut him up. 

“Can I be inside you?” Seungmin asked lowly, his breath shuddering as Minho started moving his hand quicker. 

“Please,” you nodded eagerly. 

You watched as Minho quickly dragged Seungmin off the counter. You watched as he tugged off Seungmin’s ripped jeans, getting another condom out of his pocket and rolling it on Seungmin’s length. 

You waited as he secured it in place before Seungmin pushed down your pants. Just like Minho, he grabbed your ass firmly before slowly sliding into your core. 

This time, you had Minho in front of you, and you could easily fall into his chest as Seungmin started thrusting into you. Minho held onto your back as Seungmin held your hips–and the sound of all three of you moaning was so incredibly loud in the old out of order toilets. 

You hoped and prayed the rest of the crew were still loading Hyunjin’s van with the equipment and wouldn’t hear everything that was going on. 

As much as you didn’t want to get caught (again, technically) you also really really couldn’t care enough to stop, nor be quiet about it. 

Seungmin’s cock felt so good inside you, hitting the soft spot deep inside your body repeatedly as Minho kissed along your neck. He was rubbing himself against your stomach, moaning into your skin. 

Minho peppered kisses along your jaw until he reached your cheek, placing soft and tender kisses on your skin. 

“Mine, baby,” he reminded you softly. You nodded eagerly, moaning pathetically as your legs started to shake. 

Seungmin was panting against your shoulder, his moans too broken to even make a sound at this point. 

“Minho,” you moaned, willing your eyes to focus on his intense glare and not roll to the back of your head. He nodded at you, choking back a moan as you wrapped your hand around his length, rubbing your thumb against the tip lightly. 

“Want both of you to cum inside me,” you groaned. 

At that, Seungmin started to move faster–more desperate as he slid a hand underneath your shirt and grabbed your tits. 

“Can’t get our groupie pregnant,” Minho smirked at you, “not good for the reputation.” 

You let your head fall on Seungmin’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he tugged on your nipples harshly. The pain mixed with the pleasure in the best way imaginable, and all you could do in response was pump Minho’s cock faster. 

“Then cum on my tits, please, Min,” you begged, pushing your shirt up. You looked down at your chest, the sight of Seungmin’s big hands enveloping your chest caused you to clench around him tightly. “‘M close,” 

“Where’d your bra go?” Minho tsked at you, “threw it on stage?” 

You chuckled lightly, arching your back further into Seungmin’s chest.

“Seung, seung, don’t stop,” you started chanting, moans pitching higher and higher as Seungmin reached around to rub your clit in quick circles. 

You grabbed onto Minho’s arms, grounding yourself as he pulled you into a messy kiss. You could barely concentrate on it, spit running down the corner of your mouth as you felt your high approaching you in seconds. 

Before you could warn them you pulled away from Minho, your whole body shaking around Seungmin as he wrapped an arm around your stomach, holding you up as your knees threatened to give way. Minho sucked a spot on your neck as Seungmin fucked you through your orgasm–the pair of them surrounding you completely. 

Soon after, as your walls were still fluttering in the aftershock, Seungmin came too–moaning your name loudly. You were both spent, but it didn’t stop you from pumping Minho together, Seungmin grabbing the base while you rubbed his tip.

“I’m close,” he warned, groaning as the pair of you started moving faster.

“Ask him again,” Seungmin whispered in your ear.

“Min, cum on me,” you said quickly. 

“Go on, hyung,” Seungmin encouraged, “mark your territory.” 

“Then I.. should, fuck, should cum on you, too,” Minho panted.

Seungmin smirked at you, that wicked smirk of his, before he pushed you onto your knees. He went down with you, joining you on the floor as he simply–with the most innocent puppy eyes he could master–stuck his tongue out. You quickly followed his lead, sticking your tongue out, too. 

In a matter of seconds you felt warmth dropping onto your cheeks, and you watched in awe as Minho aimed the rest of his cum onto Seungmin’s tongue. 

You pouted up at him, complaining loudly that he completely missed your tongue. 

“Come here then,” Seungmin growled, pulling you into a kiss. It was salty and messy and bitter and you whimpered into the kiss. 

You pulled away, desperate for some oxygen, and Seungmin took the opportunity to clean your cheeks from Minho’s cum–scooping it off your skin before he shoved his fingers in your mouth. 

He chuckled at you, watched as you sucked his fingers clean before letting out hushed praises. 

You felt Minho rub your head lightly, scratching at your hair as you looked up at him. “Let’s clean up, bunny.” 

Seungmin helped you stand up as the three of you cleaned each other up, soft kisses exchanged between you. Once you were dressed again, and Seungmin spent a good few minutes trying to make your hair look normal again, Minho’s phone rang. 

“It’s Felix, they said they took all the equipment back and they’re at a bar now. Wanna go join them?” 

“Would it be lame if I said I wanna go sleep now?” Seungmin grumbled, making a point of plopping his chin on your shoulder. 

Minho rolled his eyes, waiting for your answer as well. “I’m not a rockstar, so I definitely want to go to sleep now.” 

“Let’s go home then,” Minho decided, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he guided the pair of you out of the old, crumbling toilets. 

Seungmin grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together as the three of you walked in silence towards the parking lot. 

That was until Minho decided to announce, “that was actually the worst place we’ve done it in. Hands down.” 

“Hyung, nothing screams rockstar more than a quickie in a gross toilet with your number one groupie,” Seungmin reasoned. 

“Number one?” You gasped, “you have another groupie?” 

“Yes,” Seungmin smirked, “but he’s actually also the drummer in my band so I don’t know if it counts.” 

“It doesn’t,” Minho huffed, “because the lead singer of my band is gonna disappear mysteriously tonight.” 

The two of you laughed, watching fondly as Minho did his best to hold back his smile. 

That night, the three of you climbed into bed–letting Minho take the middle so as to let his possessive streak from before calm down slightly. You were sure he wasn’t actually too insecure about it, but if being sandwiched between the two of you was what he needed you’d allow him that. Even if you did prefer the middle.

As the three of you snuggled closer to each other, Seungmin went into more concrete details about the producers he met. How they offered to record one of the songs they performed that night, how they always wanted to work with a rock band before–even though they were primarily into rap genres. 

“Babe, did you tell the others about this?” Minho gasped, blinking rapidly. 

“No, I went straight to you guys,” Seungmin shrugged. 

“Well, this is huge for the band, Seungminnie. We have to tell them in the morning.” Seungmin nodded. 

You moved closer into Minho’s chest, smiling proudly at your boyfriends. 

“I can come to the studio, right? I have to see it happening,” you smiled. 

“Obviously,” Seungmin grinned, “I mean, we still need to take one producer each, you know.” 

You slapped Seungmin from across Minho’s torso, tsking at his apparently uncontrollable need to tease his boyfriend. 

“Do you wanna go again, Kim Seungmin?” Minho grumbled at him, jaw clenching. 

“Oh, baby,” Seungmin swooned dramatically, “thought you’d never ask.” 

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[omegalomania]

ok listen obviously like everyone else i am Fucking Devastated but the fucking sHRIMPLICATIONS here are KILLING me.

the two last "new" songs we got before the hiatus were alpha dog and from now on we are enemies (equally fucked up song btw) and pete namedrops alpha dog as the last song they wrote before the hiatus and it's such a. it's SUCH a fucking. augh.

like it's so painfully and clearly a farewell. the lyrics all telegraph it. your time has passed. never means forever. walk off into the sunset. the discussion of how much effort is required to maintain this life and how they already feel burned out, past their prime when they were all in their mid-twenties and early thirties. and the sheer fucking POETRY of the way it was the last song they recorded - tell rock and roll i'm alone again - until they announced their triumphant return with save rock and roll in 2013. welcome to the new déjà vu.

and oh yeah the last word issued in the song's studio version is the word "abracadabra," which pete cites as the word that christian bales character in the film “the prestige” says he will utter before he disappears from prison. "abracadabra" was a key word in the viral ARG-esque marketing campaign leading up to the release of believers never die...right before fall out boy seemingly vanished off the very face of the earth.

and, OH YEAH, the first shows they played after reuniting involved a multi-song medley spanning all the stages of their career, with one of those songs being the first time they ever played alpha dog, albeit partially.

the notion of the wizard through the curtain speaking to a sense of bitterness (at least if pete's ten year old genius annotation is anything to go by) which is the exact same phrasing to the way joe would later talk about the band's fraught, strained feelings leading up to the hiatus in a podcast with kerrang while promoting his book.

many people have pointed out the parallels between flu game and alpha dog - the way they both discuss the exhaustion of being so visible and constantly putting yourself out there and how taxing that is, especially when you're simultaneously trying to cover up how hard it is. how isolating it is, when the whole world is squinting against the starlight feathering off you. it's worth noting that these parallels are not merely implicit, either. "flu game" is in and of itself an explicit reference to a famous game michael jordan played while sick in which he claimed that he didn't want to give up, no matter how sick and tired he was. and how did pete annotate a specific couplet, ten years ago?

we must make it hard to look so easy doing something so hard

another explicit reference to michael jordan, years and years prior.

and this is the first time they've ever played alpha dog in full. nearly 15 full years after the hiatus started. by now, fall out boy have been together for far longer than they've ever been apart. by now, fall out boy has been in their "posthiatus" era for longer than they have their "prehiatus" one.

i dont really have a conclusion to this. just, i dunno man. something about the repeated lyric "never means forever" on a greatest hits compilation titled "believers never die." something about i'm a star vs. so much for stardust vs. no more stardust. something about motifs that span decades, that span years of hurt and cracked-open wounds that have now been poured over with liquid gold, mending them anew. something about reclaiming old scars and ugly histories and reforging them into something filled with streaming starlight and sun-drenched smiles.

abracadabra.

#*making poasts #id in the alt text #im pure fucking wrecked about this in case you couldnt tell. im also tired as hell #this might not be articulate to anyone else but im feeling a certain type of way abt it #fucked up for them to debut this one in full when i tumblr user omeglomania was not even there. fucked UP.

[candlewaxandp0lar0ids]

this is halloween || I.N. x reader

Summary: Working in a bar on Halloween sucks. What doesn't suck is your coworker Jeongin being shirtless in the name of it being a sexy costume (unless your boss made him do it, in which case you're prepared to murder him).

Word count: 3.7k

Genres: friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers

Warnings & Tags: mostly fluff, slightly heavy make-out session, mentions of customers being inappropriate with Jeongin.

A/N: hiiiii, welcome back on my blog! I hope everyone's doing good ^-^ I've written four small one-shots for Stray Kids' maknae line for Halloween (and the plan for now is to write four small one shots for the hyung line for Christmas/New Year's). Here is the first one, and I hope you'll enjoy them!

Seungmin · Felix

Working on Halloween night was rarely, if ever, a good experience, if you were in the service industry. You didn’t remember enjoying it even once since you’d started working, taking jobs wherever and whenever you could. It was easy to get hired for Halloween, and on crazy nights like that, tips always flowed in, but it was made barely worth it by the insanity you’d have to endure. The crowds, the noise, even the drunken people, all that, you could handle, but Halloween seemed to bring out the worst in people — or the worse of people, you couldn’t say for sure.

For fuck’s sake, a guy thinking he was a vampire had bitten you one time.

You couldn’t say you’d been surprised when the bar you’d been working at for close to a year had informed the employees that they were expected to wear costumes for the night. Up all night was always somewhat gothic-themed, after all. Plus, they weren’t asking for much. You’d merely been given a red headband with little demon horns on it and a note urging you to ‘dress sexy’. It had made you roll your eyes, and you had decided to only half humor the direction. After all, you’d be standing behind the bar for the night and you didn’t see a point in making too much of an effort.

When you’d gotten there, you had immediately known that had been the right decision. There were much bigger fishes to fry than your outfit, and neither your colleagues nor the manager paid you much attention. You were kept busy from the moment you set foot in the building to the opening, with not a minute to yourself. You only remembered to put the headband on as the very first clients stepped in through the doors.

After that, it was just an endless stream of people trying to get your attention and something to drink.

It was around midnight when you took your break.

Fifteen minutes, that was all you’d get — it meant both nothing and the world to you.

It’s as you’re sitting outside, quietly sipping on coffee that you need both to keep yourself sharp and to warm yourself up on this cold October night, that you’re joined by Jeongin.

You like Jeongin. A few years younger than you, he also joined a couple of months after you did. He’s sweet, hardworking, creative, and, as you find out tonight, has abs for days.

“What are you wearing,” is what comes out of your mouth when he walks towards you, even though your question should be ‘what are you not wearing’.

Jeongin glances down at his body like he forgot, then lets out a sigh as he, too, realizes that he’s very much shirtless — save for the suspenders that half cover dark nipples. You… take him in a little longer than you’d be comfortable admitting. Your eyes go from his large shoulders to the rock hard pectorals, to the well-defined abs that inevitably lead to the happy trail that disappears into his pants. Suddenly, you’re strongly aware of how close in age you are to him, even though you like to joke about how he needs to be taken care of.

He lets himself fall down next to you and the pout he gives you allows you to at least try to cling to that illusion a while longer.

“They asked me to,” he says. “Told me I’d be a sexy demon.”

Immediately, your spider-sense starts tingling. If there’s one thing you won’t sit for in silence, it’s one of your friends and fellow employee getting taken advantage of.

“Wait, did they force you?” you ask, brow suddenly furrowing. “Did they— insist or say something about your job? Because unless we signed very different contracts, I doubt that was in the job description.”

Jeongin’s eyes go wide.

He’s pretty. Shit, he’s really pretty, and he’s sitting so close to you that you can feel his body heat. It’s cold outside, but it was ridiculously hot in the bar, as is made obvious by the discreet sheen of sweat on his body.

“No, they, uh, they didn’t do that,” he says, sounding very sheepish now. “They just— asked.”

You click your tongue. They’d have to have known that he wouldn’t know better.

“I’ll talk to them. You shouldn’t have to dress in a way that makes you uncomfortable.” You gesture at yourself. “See, I’m wearing the stupid headband, but I’m not going to go out of my way unless they start paying me a lot better.”

Jeongin’s eyes follow the movement of your hand, and you feel very naked under his gaze as he takes in your body. Hm, you kinda wish you’d bothered to dress at least just a teensy bit sexier now. Then he looks at you again. Swallows.

“I think you look good,” he says. Then he smiles, and it’s such a sweet sight, cute dimples forming in his cheeks. Takes your breath away for sure. If it sounded more suggestive, you might be led to thinking that he’s flirting with you. It just seems genuine right now, though. Plus, now that you’re looking at him, you’re pretty sure he’s got at least three phone numbers written on his arms. The thought makes you wrinkle your nose in distaste. People tend to forget boundaries, when they’re wasted.

“I really need to get a word with Jin-Young,” you mumble through your teeth. A glance at your watch; your break is almost over and you don’t want to fuck your coworkers over, so you push yourself to your feet. You pat Jeongin’s shoulder, stopping yourself from lingering to feel the muscles under your fingers. Last thing he needs is yet another person disregarding his personal space. “You can throw something on, I’ll take care of it.”

He opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again.

“Oh, uh, it’s fine, you don’t have to do that—”

For a second, you hesitate.

“You don’t mind? Has no one been… gross?”

You openly eye the phone numbers, and Jeongin glances down like he’s seeing them for the first time.

“People are just having fun.” He shrugs, but avoids your eyes.

If the blind, white-hot rage that goes through you at his reaction is any indication of the conversation that’s going to unfold real soon, you might very well lose your job tonight.

“I’ll be back in a second,” you tell him. Again, he says something about how you ‘don’t have to’, but this time you ignore him.

Jin-Young’s in his office, hiding behind mountains of paperwork and muttering numbers to himself as he’s making sense of the receipts that he’s lined up in front of him. The thin pieces of papers jump when you slam your hands on the desk.

“What did you tell Jeongin about his costume?”

After first looking at the papers in complete disarray, like he thinks they moved out of their own volition, he slowly raises his towards you. You’d have sympathy for how lost he looks — Halloween’s hard on everyone in the industry, like you mentioned — if you weren’t so pissed right now.

“To dress sexy,” he says after some long seconds. “Like everyone else. Why? Did he not put any effort into it? Are you jealous about that?”

While you are vaguely flattered that people appear to think you look sexy in your bare minimum effort, that is not the matter at hand right now.

“He’s shirtless,” you say. “Who told him he needed to be shirtless?”

Finally, some light appears in the man’s eyes.

“Aah, that’s right! He asked what I meant by sexy, and that was one of the examples.”

“You pushed him to it,” you say through gritted teeth.

The accusation doesn’t faze Jin-Young whatsoever.

“I didn’t have to. He seemed quite excited about it, if you want my opinion.”

You don’t, typically, but that does throw you off.

“He seemed quite uncomfortable with it,” you say slowly, but it sounds more hesitant now. Jin-Young’s many things, and one of these things is a terrible liar.

“Well, what did you tell him?”

Wait a minute, is this your fault now?

“Nothing! Just asked what he was, you know, wearing. It— it caught me off guard.”

Jin-Young raises an eyebrow at you, and you defensively fold your arms over your chest.

“You know,” he says, trying to be coy and failing miserably as he leans over his desk, “I wonder why he liked the idea of doing it shirtless. It’s not like he doesn’t get attention when he’s dressed normally. Hm, it’s such a mystery. I guess we’ll never know.”

“Are you implying that it was because of me?” You can’t keep the skepticism out of your voice for the life of you.

“Oh, I wonder. Am I now?”

One thing you’re not going to do is talk about your love life with your boss, so you roll your eyes at him — he won’t fire you until the next day, and even that he’s unlikely to do — and walk out, saying something about needing to get back to work, which isn’t wrong.

In going back to the bar, you run face first into Jeongin’s smooth, hard chest, which is truly the cherry on top of everything that just happened. Strong hands grab onto your arms, stopping you from stumbling back, and concerned eyes plunge into yours, so deep you could drown in them.

“Shit, I’m sorry, are you okay?”

Great. You’re doing great.

“I’m fine,” you reply, squeakier than you’d like, “just need to get back to work.”

“What did Jin-Young say?”

That gives you a second of pause. You can’t just ask him flat-out in the middle of a shift on one of the busiest nights of the year if he likes you or not. You’re not wired that way.

“That he doesn’t see any issue if you’re not uncomfortable,” you answer instead of telling the truth.

Jeongin’s shoulders seem to relax, but the corners of his mouth turn down.

“Sorry, I really have to run,” you mumble, stepping out of his grasp. “If I don’t, Jihyo’s going to get crushed under all the customers. But I’ll— see you after my shift, okay?”

A spark of interest lights back up in his eyes. It’s quite silly, how happy and relieved it makes you all of a sudden. If, somehow, Jin-Young is right, and infuriatingly he often is, you’d hate to think that it was your comment that upset him. Which is why you allow yourself to tell him “Plus, it does look great on you”.

You do, then, turn on your heels and walk away like a coward before his jaw has even finished dropping.

The rest of the night is a blur, much like the first part. You do remember Jihyo glaring at you when you finally come back — you deserved that — and your legs and splitting headache very much remember that the customers did not let up once, but you don’t think you could give a single order you took that night.

Well, that’s a lie. You served far, far too many Bloody Maries, to the point where you ran out of tomato juice.

Still, your mind had mostly been trying to make sense of the various complicated thoughts that were swirling in your head all night. You had never allowed yourself to linger on the thought of Jeongin for too long. Of course you liked him, there was nothing to dislike about him. It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t had moments.

New year’s day, the year before, when you’d known him for less than a week and he’d blushed terribly, refusing to meet your eyes, when the two of you found yourself under the mistletoe. Valentine’s Day, when you had covered for him as he was helping one of his friends who was in a crisis with his girlfriend at the time, and he’d gotten you roses the next day as a thank you. They’d come at a discount because it was the day after, he’d promised you.

Then, for your birthday, him and a few of your other colleagues had gotten you a cute necklace that he had told you, very smugly, that he’d picked out himself. He had an eye for these things, because as he tied it around your neck for you, you’d just fallen in love with it. He hadn’t been there for most of the summer though, and you had mostly written off the whole thing. The two of you didn’t see each other outside of work, and sometimes you lost touch with people, when you were a broke college student too busy trying to make ends meet to go out.

He’d come back in September, though, all tan and glowing and, okay, maybe your heart had given a little jump in your chest, but so what? Yes, Jeongin was hot. Big news. Maybe seeing him after two months meant that you weren’t that used to it anymore and that was why it got to you. But the tan had vanished as autumn set in more firmly, and your heart still insisted on doing that silly little thing sometimes when you laid eyes on him, or when he approached the bar with that wide, dimply smile of his.

It’s doing it tonight, as traitorous as ever, when you catch a glimpse of him in the very full room, still completely shirtless. Watching him isn’t helping with your conundrum though. You don’t have time to do it either way, but there are constantly women flirting with him, their whole body leaning towards him, and while you don’t blame them, not for a second, you can’t see what he’d have seen in you when he so clearly has his pick among all of them.

You’re not— you don’t lack confidence in yourself. You get hit on while on the job often enough that there’s no risk of that happening. You just haven’t had that much luck in the heart department. A guy like Jeongin, who’s hot, yes, but is even more importantly such a sweetheart, that’s… kind of unheard of, for you. Then, even if you do accept this premise, which you do very much question, for the record, there’s the fact that you work together, and if things go south, it could mean you would have to quit. You’ve been there before.

That’s if Jeongin even likes you. Jin-Young could have been wrong. You could be neck deep in delusion right now. You could be setting yourself up for the most crushing development of your life, because the more you’re allowing to think about it, the more your heart soars, and the less you can hide the ugly truth of your ridiculous crush on him.

Ugh. You’re going to kill your boss — that’s the most logical way out of this situation.

When you take your leave at 4 am, the bar is still bustling with life. It’ll be open all night, closing shortly before reopening at noon, but that is someone else’s problem. At least you can thank the past you for wearing flats despite the whole ‘dress sexy’ thing, because you’d be dead by now.

Jeongin’s putting a shirt on when you walk into the changing room, something that you find tragic but that’s probably for the best if you’re hoping to have a productive conversation.

“Got more numbers?” you ask, noting the doodling on his arms.

“I had to confiscate some people’s markers,” is what he sighs in reply.

“Maybe I should have gone harder on Jin-Young,” you mumble, anger filling you again at the thought. “But he said it was your idea to wear that, uh, costume, so I didn’t want to interfere, you know?”

Jeongin’s eyes turn into disks and it’s only then that you find yourself giving some credibility to what Jin-Young told you. Find yourself thinking that maybe, maybe?

“He… gave me the idea,” he says, slowly, eyes darting from the floor to the ceiling lights to the door on the other side of the room like he’s going to make a run for it.

“But among others, right?”

You’re doing everything you can to keep your tone light, turning your back towards him as you get your stuff from the locker, hoping that it makes your question sound casual and not like you’re fishing for information. Gosh, now you understand why kids slide across these little ‘do you like me? yes/no’ notes. This feels so silly. You’re a grown-up, you shouldn’t be dancing around the subject like that.

“Yes but that one was… Uh… Really low-effort.”

Right.

“He made it sound like he thought you were wearing it for someone in particular,” you say like you’d comment on the weather as you finish collecting yourself and turn to face him.

He’s still sitting there, frozen like a deer in headlights, eyes wide as saucers, staring, pleading for help. Your heart’s hammering in your chest. One of you is going to have to take the first step, and it’s the vulnerability of that step that terrifies you. You could have gotten it wrong. He could just be scared that you uncovered his crush on Jihyo, or Jeongyeon, or even on Changbin, for all you know.

Still, you’ll take the plunge. You glance at your nails like they’re a fascinating sight.

“I know I told you already, but I thought you looked great.”

He lowers his gaze immediately. It’s still not quick enough to stop you from seeing the wide grin that forms on his lips.

“Thanks,” he mumbles. It’s all… unhelpful. Could mean anything, and you’re all out of courage now. Then he looks up at you through black locks of hair, and you have to strain to hear what he says. “He was right.”

You blink.

“Who was?”

“I did wear it for you. Jin-Young told you, right?”

Regaining the control of your jaw after he just dropped that on you is way harder than it seems.

“Uh, yeah, yeah he did, what—”

“He just can’t keep his mouth shut.” Jeongin clicks his tongue as he gets up from the bench he was on, grabbing his bag as he does so. “But don’t worry about it, I won’t bother you.”

What?

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better,” he grimaces, looking away once more. “It’s fine if you weren’t, um, into it.”

“No, I— I just told you.” Your mind flashes back to your first exclamation, and you’re not sure how to take it back or explain exactly what was on your mind without stuttering and making a fool out of yourself, again. “It caught me off-guard,” you explain slowly. “But I was very into it.”

Jeongin’s eyes are still wide, but they’re not filled with fear or surprise anymore. He takes a step towards you as you lean against your locker. You pray high and low that this is going where you think it’s going. As he gets closer and the air grows thicker between you, he seems to be searching for something in your expression that would tell him that he’s gotten the wrong idea, that he should step back. He still hasn’t found it by the time his body brushes against yours, and so he takes the next logical step.

His eyes close as he leans towards you, and you’re smiling when his lips meet yours. He kisses you slow and delicate, intent on savoring every second of it. One of his hands gently lifts your chin to get better access to you, the other coming down to grab your waist, and you arch yourself into him without thinking. The moment’s soft and sweet.

Then he gets even closer, and you wrap your arms around his neck, entangling one of your hands in his hair, and it turns a little less sweet. He goes from carefully tasting you to devouring you, pulling away from you briefly catch his breath before diving back in, his hips pushing you against the locker. Shamelessly, you allow one of your hands to come down to feel the muscles of his chest. He grins at that, nipping playfully at your lower lip, but that doesn’t mean you miss the shiver that runs through him then.

He grabs your hand before you get any lower though, and takes ahold of the other one before you can try anything else on that front, and easily pins them both over your head with just one of his. Then he keeps kissing you, long fingers running over your body oh so sinfully, without ever lingering too long. He takes his sweet time exploring you, and it’s only after a particularly suggestive movement of your hips that tears a moan from his lips, that he lets go of you, stepping away with a crimson blush marring his cheekbones.

“Sorry, I, uh, I might have gotten a little carried away.”

There he goes, not meeting your eyes, again, even after he just kissed the hell out of you.

“I was very into it too,” you hear yourself replying, and he chokes at that. You can’t help the brief laughter that spills from your lips. Cute.

“S-so, just so we’re clear, I’m not— I’d love to take you out. On a date.” He’s back again with the pleading look. “It’s not— it’s not just a physical thing.”

“That’s good,” you smile, leaning towards him in a suggestive manner. It’s just too easy to tease him. “I’d really like it if you took me out on a date.”

He frowns.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t ever be able to do my job again and I’ll get fired.”

Again, you laugh. It just comes easy to you when you’re with Jeongin.

“Let’s see if you don’t get tired of me after one date before we start talking about you getting fired, hm?”

“That’s not going to happen,” he says, sounding far more confident than he has about anything else he’s said that whole evening, and wouldn’t you know it, there are butterfly swimming in your stomach now.

“How do you know?”

He leans in for another kiss.

“I just do.”

this might not make much sense and i'm sorry if it doesn't but i was just so happy to be writing again after such a long time :)))

i hope you all liked it and feedback in any form is always greatly appreciated!

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[valaenatargaryensdragon]

If requests are still open I’d like to request a fic where Maegor marries Aenys’ second oldest daughter, after his death.

A/N: I hope you like this! Requests are always open!

pairing: Fanon!Maegor Targaryen x Reader

summary: Maegor marries Aenys’ second oldest daughter, after his death.

Word count: 2,5K

Warnings: Angst, forced marriage, a little rape, smut

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You trembled under the heated gaze of your uncle ceasing you up along with your mother and siblings. He had just usurped the throne for himself instead of letting your brother Aegon take it who was currently stuck along with your sister Rhaena in Casterly Rock.

"That crown is not yours to wear!" Your mother glared at him. He only smirked and turned to look at his mother standing stoically beside him. You were the second child of your father and mother being only a year younger than Rhaena and two older than Aegon.

"And it is your child of a son's?" Maegor asked crossing his legs with his ankle on his lap. He looked intimidating enough without having to try with his height and muscles but seeing him with your grandfather's crown on his head and wearing his amor he looked deadly.

"Yes!" Your mother screamed. Your younger brothers Viserys and Jaehaerys sought safety in your arms. You held them close to your body with a hand on each of their backs trying your hardest to comfort them but it was hard when you were scared yourself. Alysanne was in the arms of her wet nurse also shaking in dear.

Your heart dropped when your uncle's eyes trailed to you. His eyes had an evil glint in them that made you want to hurl yourself out of the window in fear.

"Hmmm, I have a solution" He said turning back to look at your mother. She straightened her back as politics took over her mind.

"What could excuse this behaviour?" She asked. Her arms crossed in front of her and her eyebrows pinched closer to one another, she was more Queen Alyssa than your mother in that moment.

"Wed your second eldest to me and I will let you leave in peace" He answered. Rolling his neck a little to look at his mother who nodded approvingly. You took a step back pulling your brothers with you. Your mother turned to look at you noticing the fear in your eyes and the tears streaming down your face already over losing your father. Her gaze hardened however when she looked at your siblings. You begged her in your head to refuse.

"And the throne?" She turned back around to look at Maegor. Visenya's eyes trailed to you, you were young and naive. She would enjoy watching how her son will fair with a wife like you.

"Will go to the heir produced off this union" He answered. He uncrossed his legs leaning forward a little. The maester standing in the corner muttered under his breath of this abomination, first your siblings wed and Maegor had two wives now he wanted to get a third wife who was his niece as well.

"What if one of your other wives produced an heir first?" Your mother uncrossed her arms. She stepped closer to Maegor.

"Mother" Your voice was filled with horror. She was ready to sacrifice you for her own safety and your siblings instead of finding a solution to save you all.

"Hush child" It was Visenya who spoke to you. Your eyes watered even more. Now it was you leaning on your brothers with your arms around their shoulders for support.

"They will be behind our children in line" Maegora assured her. You gulped when his eyes glanced at you. You could feel the cruelty creeping off of him. He was no man, he was a monster.

"Deal" Your mother's voice rang through your head, the sound of diplomacy. Her words echoed in your head as the maids forced you into a dress meant for a Valyrian wedding. Her cold stare made you shiver as Queen Visenya officiated your wedding to your uncle. Her quick and cold hug made you cry before she and your siblings left you to the mercy of your uncle.

"Endure it" Was all Visenya said before leaving you alone in your room. She had helped you change from the ceremonial dress to a sheer night gown. You felt exposed and dirty. Your uncle had forbade the bedding ceremony, saying you were of blood of the dragon and no one should see you in that state.

Your blood ran cold either way when the doors to the room opened and your uncle stepped inside. Your eyes did not leave your own reflection in the mirror as you brushed through your hair. You wanted to stay there and then, imagning it was your warm mother doing it instead of the cold one who had left you earlier that day along with your siblings.

"You look breathtaking, ābrazȳrys" Wife. Your uncle's voice dripped arousal. Your hand holding the comb froze but you kept your gaze on yourself feeling self pity rise in your chest.

"Aren't you going to answer your husband?" He questioned. His large hand rested on your shoulder squeezing almost painfully. You finally found the courage to raised your gaze and look at him through the mirror. He looked the part of a tyrant as good as he played.

"Thank you, valzȳrys" Husband. Your voice was monotone but still you could hear the fear in it. Your mother had told you how it went after marriage, what was expected of you and the act to produce an heir that was very much need being a huge part in the deal between your now husband and your mother.

"Much better, zaldrītsos" Little dragon. His hand trailed down around your neck showing just how big he was and how easily he could overpower you if you even though to disobey. Then it trailed down over your breasts giving each one of them a squeeze, painful enough to make your eyes tear up.

"Shhh, zaldrītsos, uncle will take care of you" Little dragon. He whispered. He enjoyed watching you squirm in pain. His hand trailed down to your middle cupping your cunt. In one swift move he stood up straight and pulled you to your feet.

"Answer me!" He glared heatedly at you. Every nerve in your body twitched with fear.

"Sorry, valzȳrys" Husband. You whimpered. He smirked darkly like he just won a prize. His hand bunched up your night gown and pulled it over your head and threw it some where in the room.

"Much better, zaldrītsos" Little dragon. He pushed you against the wall beside the vanity table. Your eyes widened as he made quick word to undo his his belt and pushed down his trousers. Your mother said it should be in the bed but you were nowhere near it.

"Jump" He ordered. You were confused having never down or seen anything like this. Your gaze was locked on his shaft seeing how big it was, normal for a man his size.

He huffed annoyed wrapping his arms under your thighs and pulled you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. He leaned his head on your shoulder sucking harshly, he wanted to mark you and show everyone who you belonged to. His sucking moved up your neck and then moved to the other side of your neck. You could not help but feel pleasure form the action.

"Uncle" You moaned as he bit down on your pulse point. Fingers running through his short silver-blonde hair the same color as yours.

"Yes, let the whole keep hear, niece" he pulled back to smirk at you. Your eyes widened when he lined his cock with your entrance.

"You're wet" He pointed out. You had not realised that his actions had aroused you. You gulped looking down watching as his head pushed. He paused his movement to pull your head up so you would look at him instead.

"Look at me, keep your eyes on me" he ordered. You nodded loosing all ability to speak from the fear. Your eyes watered as the pain hit you when he pushed fully in breaking your maidenhead.

"It hurts" You cried not daring to take your eyes off of him. A tear rolled down your cheek but your uncle was quick in licking it off your cheek. Only then when he was the one to break eye contact did you allow your eyes to close and leaned your head back against the wall.

"It will go away" He promised, surprisingly gentle. He held you close as he moved off the wall cock still deeply seated inside of you. He laid you down on the bed seeking your comfort. You opened your eyes to look at him with acceptance.

"Move, valzȳrys" Husband. You gave him permission not like he needed it, he could have gotten what he wanted already but chose to wait for you. Maybe this marriage would not be the worst thing you had to live through.

"Oh is my byka ābrazȳrys, needy?" Little wife. He teased. He pulled out slowly eyes never leaving yours. Your hands snaked around his neck and then down his back feeling every muscle there flex under your touch. A moan emitted from your lips as he pushed back in.

"Needy syt ñuha rōva valzȳrys" Needy for my big husband. You found enough confidence to tease him back. He threw his head back as he laughed at your words. His pace also grew faster but not enough for him to be slamming in you but more like rocking back and forth.

"how scandalous byka ābrazȳrys! nyke gōntan daor gīmigon īlē such iā witty byka run" How scandalous little wife! I did not know you were such a witty little thing. He leaned his head down to mouth at your chest. Your nippled pebbled as his tongue licked over them. He latched and sucked hungrily.

"Qogralbar nyke hae ao nūmāzma ziry, valzȳrys" Fuck me like you mean it, husband. Your urged growing frustrated with his slowly and calculated moves. He did not respond too busy sucking on your nipple but he pulled out of you slowly but slammed back in roughly making you cry out.

"Hae bisa?" Like this? He questioned pulling away far enough to see your face. You nodded your head eagerly. Pleasure coursed through your body with each stroke of his cock inside your warm and velvety walls.

"Sepār hae bona" Just like that. You whimpered. He picked up the pace slamming into you painfully but you loved it. A scream of his name ripped through your throat. One of your hands trailed up to his hair needing to hold onto something while the other one trailed down to his bottom almost as if you wanted to assist him with his movement.

"Jurnegon rȳ nyke" Look at me. He ordered, tone growing harsher and more king like. You understood now why Maegor would be a much better king than Aegon or maybe you were just brainwashed by his cock.

"Open aōha relgos sweat ābrazȳrys" Open your mouth sweet wife. You obeyed, sticking out your tongue for good measure. He smirked before pursing his lips and spitting on your tongue. You moaned when you felt the warm liquid touch your tongue but kept your tongue out either way. His hips slammed at a faster pace inside of you.

"Swallow" He said in the common tongue. You obeyed again like a puppet on a string. He groaned feeling his peak closing in on him.

"Valzȳrys kostilus, mirros iksis happening" Husband please, something is happening. Your moans sounded heavenly in his ears. He was sure the entire Keep could hear you two, hear how good he was fucking and how good your cunt was receiving him.

"Cum dōna ābrazȳrys" Sweet wife. Was what made the damn break. Lips touch your ear with each letter, breath tickling your neck and then his tongue licked a strip down to your breasts. His cock hammered inside of you despite your screams of pleasure. Your juices gushed out, squirting onto Maegor's cock, abdomen and the bed, some of it was a pinkish colour having been mixed with your maidenhead blood.

"Ñuha vok ābrazȳrys" My perfect wife. He moaned his release washing over him as well. All his movement stopped and he stilled inside of you shooting rope after rope of his hot seed into your womb.

"Kessa cum isse nyke, nūmo nyke se mazverdagon nyke hōzigon lēda aōha riña, uncle, valzȳrys, ñuha dārys" Yes cum in me, seed me and make me swell with your child, uncle, husband, my king. You moaned feeling aroused still despite squirting only moments ago. Maegor's cock surprisingly did not soften after his orgasm. His stamina was not shocking at all.

"Oh pāsagon nyke kesan, kesan qogralbar ao lēda hen ñuha cum ēva aōha belly swells hen se amount se skori ao jiōragon ziry mirre hen aōha belly would iēdrosa sagon lēda hen ñuha vok zaldrīzes blooded riñar, dōna ābrazȳrys, niece, ñuha dāria" Oh believe me I will, I will fuck you full of my cum until your belly swells from the amount and when you get it all out your belly would still be full of my pure dragon blooded children, sweet wife, niece, my queen. Maegor never imagined that his sweet, naive and innocent niece would be this twisted.

You clenched around him feeling a second orgasm wash over you with only a couple of strokes but it was his words that had made you peak and not his cock.

"Kesan sikagon ao hae naenie heirs hae jaelā, iā gār se olvie tolī lo ao jaelagon" I will birth you as many heirs as you want, a hundred and much more if you wish. Both of your hands were on his ass now pushing attempting to push him deeper inside of you. Your mind was filled with two things only, him and his cock.

"Sȳz ābrazȳrys" good wife. His voice sounded strained, he was still sensitive from the first orgasm and was holding back with all his might to not spill inside of you again until you had reached your peak a third time.

"Fuck!" Your body shook when his finger reached down to your numb rubbing it gently unlike his cock's movement. Your head fell back on the mattress and your eyes rolled back. Feeling possessed and unable to stop the shaking when you felt his hot seed spurt inside of you triggering your third orgasm.

"Īlon're isse syt iā Bantāzma, ābrazȳrys" We're in for a long night, wife. Maegor chuckled. Hums left your lips sounding like growls from your chest as you came down still shaking with each movement. You cried out when he pulled his cock out.

"Iksan mirre aōhon" I'm all yours. You whispered finally having some control over your body. Maegor smirked sitting back on his knees and pulled your hands away from his bottom before leaning back down to hold them with of his above your head.

"Se nyke'll mazverdagon sure tolvys knows bona" And I'll make sure everyone knows that. He grinded his hips against you, rubbing his hard erection against your sensitive hole. Your body jolted at the touch whining with fear and excitement of what was to come.

"Skorkydoso glaesā iēdrosa qopsa" How are you still hard. Your question made him laugh darkly. He leaned down to capture your lips in a heated kiss for the first since this entire ordeal began.

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[zaiisaii]

If i may ask, what would you do to daniel In the midst of pleasure?.

I think he will be a pretty crier as you take his virginity.

LOOKISM

⋆ — crybaby .ᐟ ﹙daniel park﹚ .

warning:: gender neu. reader , sub character & nsfw .

bully him :D

daniel is definitely a crybaby.

he's never felt something so good before, he's never been held like fragile glass, and he's never been touched in these places.

everything is heightened now that someone else is touching him. when it was himself, it felt plain but now... he feels like he's about to go crazy.

i don't doubt he starts to tear up when you undress him, slowly kissing his exposed body. maybe it's his emotions catching up, maybe he just feels so vulnerable yet comforted at the same time he isn't so sure how to handle it in any other form.

he always squirms away and cries when you lick up the beads of come dripping down his cock. his hands grasping the sheets for support.

with his two bodies, you can explore many things. his original body is much more sensitive, but he tries to keep up with you. his skin is softer and it makes you want to just have your hands roam all over him.

i would think he would want to save that body for marriage though.

and his second body is more flexible than his original. he can take a lot of things, though, of course, he, himself can not. his mind just makes everything feel ten times more enjoyable.

while it may appear as a gentle kiss to his tear-stained cheek, to daniel, it feels like a rocket has just exploded in his stomach.

to go back to your original question. what would i do if danny feels so much pleasure? well, i'd bully him.

his expression and movements are just so cute, anyone would love to see all the different faces he makes.

taking his virginity really helps with it. it means he trusts you, with all his heart and soul. i think it would be fun to see him stumbling over his words — "w-wait- ah, please don't stop! please please please!"

his voice goes in a higher pitch than usual, back arching into you and his eyes rolling into the back of his head when you finally kiss his lips.

he gets so shy too.

"we're literally having sex and you're too shy to kiss me?"

danny nods hesitantly, a blushing face hidden behind his shaky palms. he only gives in when he's on the verge of coming.

tears stream down his face as sobs run throughout his entire body. someone passing by from outside of his house might even think he was hurt!

he's pretty even when he cries.

his throat is so sore from all his wailing but that doesn't stop him from calling your name out for the whole world to know.

"aw, so cute," you coo to him, this only makes him feel more vulnerable. he feels like he's being mock but he's so turned on by it. "you look so dumb, can you even hear me?"

daniel whines and shakes his head 'no'. it's semi-true. your voice sounds like an echo in his head, he has to repeat your words to himself before answering.

you laugh at him causing his hips to rock back and forth to get more friction from you. he earns another coo, "my sweet, sweet boy."

daniel moans weakly. your press your lips against his, catching all his pretty little gasps. he doesn't even know how to kiss with his tongue yet so every time your tongue meets his, he's shaking and crying even more.

he's such a huge crybaby and its the cutest thing ever.

so sorry if this isn't up to your standards, i got caught off track 😭

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[ladycharles]

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[comatosebunny09]

deep-fried | u. tengen

summary: he’s spoken to you in passing. friendly greetings and excuse me’s when he bumped into you at the grocery store. he can’t deny entertaining the thought of how soft your hips must feel. how cute you must sound, tongue curling around his name. genre: modern au, romance cw: mentions of alcohol, language, black female reader, suggestive themes, stream of consciousness, incomplete

Darkness swaddles him as the wind howls beyond the confines of his truck.

It’s quiet inside, save for the lazy purr of his Ram and the melancholy music spilling from his speaker. His grip on the steering wheel is lax as he creeps through his drowsy neighborhood, headlights shining off windows shut tight. 

The clock on his display reads 10:37. Another night spent rotting away in his office. He rolls out the kinks in his neck. Exhaustion leaks down his shoulders, curling around his bones and puddling at his feet.

The day wasn’t kind to him. He spent it in and out of meetings. Deals fell through. Clients were no-shows. He had to lay off a few of his strongest employees at the urging of his superiors to compensate for the company's financial imbalance.

All he wants now is a stiff one and the chilly clutch of his bed. Just wants to throw this week in the backseat along with his briefcase. Maybe he’ll scrounge up some three-day-old stir fry from his fridge before he hits the sheets.

But then it’s there, burning in his peripheral when he rounds the corner: orange and blue flames dancing in the wintry gale. Golden swatches of light bounce off your features, highlighting the smile rounding your lips. 

“What the...fuck?” Tengen rasps. He rolls the window down halfway and turns his music to a dull murmur. Slows to a stop, brakes squealing. He props his arm on the steering wheel. Your chuckle follows. Warm milk and honey to his ears. He finds your smile infectious, his own canting his lips.

“Howdy, neighbor!” Your voice is husky. Flirtatious even. You sit on your cozy outdoor sectional with a bottle gleaming in your fingers, raised to him in greeting. The breeze carries the oaky scent from your fire pit, reminding him of log cabins and days spent amid the snow.

“What’s this all about?” he asks, chin nestled in his palm. Surprised by how easy it is to skip formalities with you like he’s talking to an old friend. He’s not enamored. There’s no way. 

He’s spoken to you in passing. Friendly greetings and excuse me’s when he bumped into you at the grocery store. Simple conversations after running into each other at the gym. He can’t deny entertaining the thought of how soft your body must feel, though. How cute you must sound, tongue curling around his name in that Southern twang.

You stand, thighs thick even beneath the slouched fleece of your sweats. Throw your arms up, your sweater flashing a slither of smooth, dusky skin. His mouth waters. It takes all of him not to bite his lip.

“Shoooot! I made it through another week!” Your grin is lopsided as you rock to the mellow tunes flowing from your speaker. He falls deeper into your web, chuckling. He’s envious of your carefree nature. Wishes he could bottle it up for use on a rainy day. “Care to join me?”

The offer is tempting. Sure, Tengen planned to drink himself into a stupor. But your body language beckons him, and your finger curls in a come hither gesture while you dance like a tipsy fool. 

Fuck it. He could use a little respite.

His reply comes as easy as breathing in and out. “Gimme a sec to get out of this monkey suit, and I’ll see how I feel afterward.”

You giggle. Do an accomplished jig around the fire. Tengen can’t help but laugh as he slides off. You’re adorable in your own right. 

Excitement wriggles into his fingers as he slides into his driveway. Soon after, he slips into his house, toeing his loafers off by the door. Shimmies out of his coat, making a beeline for the shower, blood pulsing in his ears.

He carries the aroma of rosewood and smoke with him when he sidles up to your patio 30 minutes later. 

Tries to play it cool, hands shoved in his pockets, though his chest is afire. Pretty thing like you hankering for his company. He should be so lucky.

“Drink?” you offer, your tone heavy with inebriation.

Corona. He’s not the biggest fan. Prefers the sting of something sour, but he accepts it on his way down onto the cushion beside you, anyway. Tengen sits back in an easy slouch, draping his arm across the headrest. His rings clack against the glass as he brings the bottle to his lips, condensation dripping onto his turtleneck.

For a while, nothing but the sounds associated with nighttime fill the space between you. The fire pops and fizzes. Crickets chitter in the distance. Trees shiver in the breeze. A dog or two barks somewhere far off. Tengen falls prey to the inner workings of his mind before rustling fabric brings him back to the present.

“What's wrong, suga?”

His gaze drifts to you, angled towards him. Your vibe is maternal despite the distilled wheat wafting off your breath. Must be that Southern hospitality everyone talks about. He sighs with a drop of his shoulders, taking another swig. “Just another day at the office.”

“Wanna talk about it?” You lean closer. Fill his nose with the fragrance of cracked vanilla beans, heat rolling off you in waves. He finds himself disarmed around you. Nerves flare when your tiny fingers brand his quad, scorching him to the bone.

“Not really,” Tengen husks, lost in the idle stir of your eyes. He feels like he could tell you everything. But for now, he’s content with soaking up your presence. Hasn’t had a lady friend for some time now, having fully embraced bachelorhood.

“That’s alright.” Give his thigh a squeeze, irises twinkling with something indiscernible. The shadows cast by the fire shroud your intentions. “Just know that whatever storm you’re weatherin’ is temporary. ‘sides, it’s the weekend! It’s time to turn up!”

He chortles at how quickly the mood shifts. At your goofy little dance, taking another sip of his beer. His hand engulfs yours atop his thigh, entranced by the smoothness of it. He could get used to this. Get used to you.

The air feels lighter now. It’s easy to slide into meaningful conversation, throwing back a few more beers as the night eases into the wee hours of the morning.

At some point, he finds himself nestled in the plushness of your sofa inside.

The lights are turned off, the only illumination coming from the silvery moon peeking through your blinds. Sultry jazz tinges the air, chorusing with soft giggles and husky praise. A sheen of desire hangs overhead, intermingled with the smell of firewood clinging to your clothes.   

Your thighs are tender in his hands. Doughy like he knew they would be, framing his hips. Your fingers make an unhurried excursion to the hair at his nape as your lips brand his carotid. His responding chuckle is breathless, disbelieving. Vibrates your chest, your breasts warm against the hard press of his torso.

He's grinning like a fool, lids heavy. Can't help mulling over what brought you to this point as his hands engulf the dips of your hips. Sucks his lip between his teeth, his voice a low gravel as you bear down on the apex of his thighs.

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[carolmunson]

love you, meant it. (soft!eddie x badatfeelings!gf)

a/n: another stream of conciousness ramble of eddie with a non-vulnerable gf who doesn't know how to be soft. only sometimes. cw: smut, heavy praise kink, minors dni 18+

She's not always so quiet. Almost too funny. Playful, even. Giggly. Glimpses of a younger version of her poked through her laugh, sometimes gasps, little shrieks. Not always so tense, or so internal. But it could be like a minefield. On eggshells. Sometimes when he stayed over he'd notice her get sullen when he woke up and come into the kitchen to meet her. Like she just wanted one second more of solitude. Quirks in her face. The way she said good morning, the way she didn't say good morning.

Sometimes he wondered why he was even there at all. The catalyst for more than two handfuls of fights. 'Well if you don't want me here, why do you even have me come over?!' 'It feels like you hate me!' 'Why do you always get upset when I'm around?! I'm your boyfriend, aren't I? Don't you like me?' 'Just fuckin' leave me then! If that's how you're gonna be, just leave!' She'd respond with half lidded eyes. Like half of her brain was somewhere else, the rest of her concious, present. The other half protecting her from the argument. Self soothing, almost constantly. But her laugh? Magic. Keeled over in Melvald's over a dumb joke he made, holding onto the shelves for support. Giggling when he swore at someone who cut him off on the road. Van swerving to save both of them. "Alright, road rage," she'd smirk, hand snaking behind his head to scratch gently at the base of his hairline, tangled in his hair, "Relax." Her tongue was quicker than Steve's, and sharper. Always toeing the line between clever joke and actually mean. Her cackle was always witch like, but funny. Enough to get a laugh out of everyone. Smoothing over whatever stinging sarcasm she might've let slip out of her mouth. Sometimes he felt nervous or embarrassed, apologizing for her when she got up for a drink or to go to the bathroom. 'She's just joking, I'm so sorry.'

'It's okay, Ed! We know!' Maybe he didn't always know. Sometimes things stung a little too much for him. He was sensitive. He thought there were times that maybe he wasn't man enough for her. But he'd only worry until they got home, and he could show her how much of a man he was.

“Good girl, baby,” he’d murmur, pinning her to the mattress. Flat against her, fingers laced over hers, both set of arms over their heads so he had leverage to keep rolling his hips against her.

“Such a good girl.”

Her voice would change, her demeanor. It was the only time she’d become easy to bend, to touch. Lava through his fingers, hot skin and sweat.

“You’re doing so good,” he’d grunt, lips against her ear, noses brushing together while he'd linger his mouth over hers, “You like getting fucked nice and deep?”

“Y-yes sir,” she’d whimper. Eyes rounding while she’d look up at him, begging to be kissed. Legs hugging him close to her while rocked himself inside.

She almost always cried when she came like this. It took him over a year to get used to letting her cry while they had sex. A year of talking about it, assuring him that it was okay, she wasn’t in pain. She just felt so good that it made her cry, it made her tap into something. Real release — and she needed it. She was so tied up. So tightly wound. She begged him to only stop if she said stop.

So he learned, as hard as it was to watch her cry to start. But now it felt like a prize. To get to be the person who sees her like this. The person she loves and trusts enough to watch her become undone.

“I’m here, baby,” he’d coo while she shook beneath him, tears streaming down her face, “Doing so good for me.”

He bites back asking if she needs him to stop, opting to slow down his thrusts and kiss her where the tears streak her skin instead. Compliments to the chef for the salt on her cheeks. Every press of his lips becomes a congratulatory praise.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” he soothes while she tries to swallow crying with big breaths, perpetually stopping herself from feeling any further than she wants to, “You can cry. It’s okay. S’just me.” He knows to take this as a cue, pulling out and partially dressing both of them. Clouds of big t-shirts and sweatpants and boxers bounce in front of her through swaths of tears. His heart breaks when she starts to apologize. It never gets easier to hear her say 'sorry' for crying. "You didn't finish," she'd croak out. "I don't need to, angel," he'd assure, "You need to finish. I know you're not done crying."

"The moment's passed," she'd shrug, shuddering breaths rattling in her chest. "I told you not to keep making yourself stop. You're like, emotionally edging," he'd press kisses to her cheeks, pull her into him, wrapping their legs together like vines, "It doesn't make me upset."

"It made other people upset," she shrugged, "Old habits die hard."

They'd been together for years, and he doesn't know much about her old habits. She doesn't talk about her exes. She talks about her family. Sometimes that's enough to gather where she's coming from. He likes how she takes care of him. She goes to all his shows, she makes signs and fliers for them. She helps him clean up the record store when he has to close; she always brings a snack. She buys him gifts that make him cry, stuff he mentioned he wanted when he was a kid. Like Lite Brite, and Hungry Hungry Hippos, Dark Tower, stuff Wayne couldn't afford. She always let him win. They spent all last Christmas playing board games in her tiny livingroom. She's gentle with him in all the ways she isn't gentle with herself. He wonders if she'll cry when he proposes. He doesn't think she will. But it would be cool if she does.

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[aureentuluva70]

I'm not sure if this has been talked about before, but I'm gonna talk about it regardless because it has completely blown my mind. I first discovered it on a reddit post, which you can read here.

In the book The History of the Hobbit, John Rateliff suggests that the Wilderlands of The Hobbit is actually the Beleriand of Tolkien's early mythology as it was written during the 1930's, only taking place ages after the War of the Jewels, since the later ages and maps of middleearth hadn't been created by Tolkien yet. Keep in mind that at this point in Tolkien's writings, the breaking of Thangorodrim was nowhere near as bad as it would later turn out to be. Beleriand never sank into the sea, but it was still drastically changed.

Here are two maps drawn by Tolkien during the 1930's, one of Beleriand and the other of the Wilderlands found in the Hobbit:

In terms of similarities, one of the first things I noticed(and one of the most obvious) was the river Sirion and the Great River of the Wilderlands. The name Sirion literally translates to 'Great River'.

In the middle of the path of said river is the Carrock, which is where the Eagles set Bilbo and Company down after saving them, and the way it is described in the Hobbit reminds me a lot of this illustration Tolkien made of Tol-Sirion:

"But cropping out of the ground, right in the path of the stream which looped itself about it, was a great rock, almost a hill of stone, like a last outpost of the distant mountains, or a huge piece cast miles into the plain by some giant among giants."

-The Hobbit, Queer Lodgings.

AND it is also uses very similar wording to how the Lay of Leithian describes Tol-Sirion(Tolkien was working on the Leithian around the same time he was writing The Hobbit):

'An isled hill there stood alone/ amid the valley, like a stone/rolled from the distant mountains vast/when giants in tumult hurtled past'

-Lay of Leithian.

There's also the mention of "a little cave, (a wholesome one with a pebbly floor) at the foot of the steps" which the person in the reddit post suggests could be the remains of the very same dungeon where Finrod, Beren, and their companions were imprisoned by Sauron after their disguises were stripped away. The same place where all but one of them were slowly devoured one by one. The same place where Finrod died.

Above it at the top of the Carrock would be where Finrod was buried, and the "Ford of huge flat stones [that] led to the grass-land beyond the stream" could be the remains of the broken bridge that was destroyed by Luthien: "the hill trembled; the citadel/crumbled and all its towers fell/the rocks yawned and the bridge broke/and Sirion spurned in sudden smoke."

The "two Mirkwoods" is also a big one. I always found it odd that there were two completely different forests sharing the same name, but at the time Tolkien wrote it, they weren't seperate at all, but the exact same forest, just changed and grown over thousands of years in between the events of the Silmarillion and The Hobbit. The same forest that Sauron fled to after the fall of Tol-in-Guarhoth. The same one Beleg found Gwindor in after his escape from Angband.

If they really were intended to be the same forest at the time Tolkien wrote it, it also answers the question I had earlier regarding this part in the Leithian when Sauron flees Tol-in-Guarhoth:

A new stronghold? We never hear anything about this in the Silmarillion, of Sauron building a new stronghold in Taur-nu-fuin, and it puzzled me when I first read it. But that's when I realized that this "new throne and darker stronghold" was talking about none other than the fortress of Dol Guldur itself, Sauron's stronghold within Mirkwood.

(Not lying, I was pretty proud of myself for figuring that one out)

Oh, and the Lonely Mountain? While it doesnt appear on the 1930's Beleriand map, it would likely be Maedhros's fortress of Himring itself, or at least the mountain it was built on top of, as Himring is located east of Taur-nu-fuin just about in the same place where Erebor is located. Just the thought of the Dwarves' home being within the very mountain that once had Maedhros's citadel atop it has my brain going wild. (Oh, and the fact that the arkenstone was found within the ancient hills of what was once Himring, fortress of the elf lord who threw himself into a fiery chasm with a silmaril? Coincidence? I think NOT)

There are plenty of other similar locations between the two maps, and judging by them both Eriador would be Hithlum/Aryador, with the Misty Mountains being the Mountains of Shadow. The Withered Heath would be the Anfauglith, the Eagle Eyrie would be the Crissaegrim, and the Iron Hills are what's left of Nogrod and Belegost. I've even heard that Mavwin/Morwen's house could be the roots of Rivendell.

Overall, it's so, so cool and it has my mind running wild. It really makes me see The Hobbit in a whole new light. We all talk about the amazing stories that came out of the Hobbit aka Lord of the Rings, but seeing where the stories of the Hobbit came from just adds a whole other level of depth to it all. This is why I love Tolkien's works so much. It's all so incredibly deep and rich and it just gets better and richer the deeper you go, and there's so much of it. It's one of those things that you just rarely get tired of, and even if you do, you're bound to come back to it later and I love it.

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[specialagentlokitty]

Snape x Autistic!reader - for you

Hii!! Could you please write a story about Severus Snape and female reader where they already have an established relationship post war and reader sometimes struggles with self harm and/ or autistic meltdowns but Severus is there to help her? Pleaseee? It's totally okay if you don't feel comfortable writing it!! I just really wanted to read something about Severus and autistic female reader 🥺 - Anon💜

After everything that had happened at Hogwarts, he decided to leave, start a fresh life away from magic and everything to do with it.

That’s where Severus met you.

Standing in the hallway on the building complex, playing with your neighbours kids when he was moving some small things into his flat.

You smiled at him and it was something he had never seen before, radiant, beautiful, as if the sun itself gave up its light just for your smile to shine so brightly.

He was a bit unsure about getting to know you, but he did, and he was over the moon that he did, because watching was you danced around the hallways of his flat while laughing to yourself he couldn’t ask for anything more.

He never thought he’d fall in love again, but here you were, and he could call you his, and say with both happiness and pride that he was yours.

“You’re going to fall.” He called softly.

“I won’t, it’s fine!” You giggled and carried on.

Severus cracked a small smile.

He was totally consumed by you, so deeply in love with you sometimes it hurt.

But he wouldn’t trade it in for the world, no amount of magic or potions would make him change his mind.

It was getting late, and he knew you would be leaving soon.

You stopped dancing, gasping for air a little as you turned around to your boyfriend and beamed at him.

“Are you busy tomorrow?” You asked.

You padded over to him and leant over the back of the sofa where he was sat with a book in his lap.

“No, I do not believe I am. Why?”

He looked up at you, and you reached out, brushing some hair from his face.

“Let’s go shopping.”

With that, you kissed him, said bye and made your way next door to your own flat and all he could do was roll his eyes.

He didn’t really want to go shopping, but you did, so as long as he was with you he’d be okay with it.

He smiled to himself, and wondered how he never saw you at Hogwarts, apparently you taught there too, so you knew everything about the world he was from which he was thankful for.

Apparently you had left straight after the war, not wanting to waste any time whereas he stayed for a year before moving away.

But sometimes he knew it was hard.

As the following day came around, he got ready and walked over to your flat, using the spare key he had been giving to let himself in.

“(Y/N)?”

There was no reply.

“(Y/N)?” He called again.

He started to looked around for you, checking all of the rooms until he finally came up to your bedroom and he pushed the door open.

There you were, sat on the floor rocking back and forth, tears streaming down your face as you hands covered your ears.

Quickly he rushed over and crouched in front of you, placing his hands over yours to make your eye lock with his.

“It’s okay, it’s over. It’s over…” he whispered.

You shook your head and took a shaky breath.

“It’s.. it’s not.. they’re hurt.. they’re all.. they’re hurt..”

“No, no. They are all fine, you saved them all remember? You saved them all, they are okay.”

He sat down next to you, gathering you up in his arms to hold you tightly.

He kept whispering that it was okay, that everyone was safe and okay, but you were still panicking so he did the only thing he could think off.

Pulling his wand for his jacket pocket, he case a small spell, and watched as your eyes followed the little butterfly flying around the room.

It was your favourite animal.

He knew you loved it when he did things like this.

Severus sat there, you in his lap, casting little small butterflies around your room while you just watched, silent tears streaming down your face.

“I know, I know…” he whispered.

Severus placed a kiss to the top of your head and carried on holding you, keeping your hands held tightly in his own.

You rested your head on his chest, ear pressed to his shirt so you could listen to his heartbeat.

It was strong, steady, so was his breathing.

You two just sat like for a while, Severus was aching and wanted to stand up and move around, but you had fallen asleep in his lap so he stayed there.

He didn’t want to move.

He knew you’d wake up in your own time, so he simply just held you, his arms around you, head on yours as he listened to your soft breathing.

Kissing your head, he sighed a little wondering if there was anything else he could do to help you, but he’d had to wait for you to wake up in order to ask

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[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Remedy

Pairing: Modern!Surgeon!Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warning: bike accident, description of injury, talk of surgery and death

Summary: After a bike accident your life lies in a stranger's hands.

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When your best friend told you it was a bad idea to go mountain biking with her boyfriend and little brother you didn’t listen. But you should have. You drove down a slope when the back wheel lost grip and slipped away. You fell out of the curve and downhill. You rolled down and hit rocks and bushes till you hit a tree with your stomach. Everything went black after that.

“Heartbeat?” “Faint but there.” Baela’s leg was bouncing up and down as she saw you laying on the aid car gurney. Blood was everywhere, she didn’t really know where it came out. Tears streamed down her face. She was scared to lose her oldest friend.

The ambulance stopped and the first aid responders opened the door so the doctors could get in. She didn’t see her boyfriend’s cousin standing off at the side as he was told what kind of injuries you had sustained. A medic came up to her and took her in their arms. “Let’s bring you to the waiting area. Your friend is in good hands.” Baela could only nod.

Aemond POV

The medic listed off the injuries of the patient. He told me to be careful when we would remove the helmet as they didn’t know if the patient sustained any head injuries. I nodded the whole time. My assistant taking notes. We move as fast as we can to the operating room.

The patient and I are prepared for surgery. My team is already waiting for me. I walk in and nod at the assisting nurse to start my playlist. ‘The Devil is a Gentleman ‘ by Merci Raines started to play. I parked out orders and began to save the life of the woman in front of me.

Hours after she was stable he began to close her minor internal injuries. Everyone breathed a sigh as he finished his work. One of his medical students closed up the opening in the woman’s stomach. “Good work, everyone.”

He walked out of the OP and shed his scraps. He washed his hands before he walked out to inform the next of kin about the successful surgery. He walked over to the waiting room and looked in. He stopped in his tracks. “Fuck!” He whispered. His cousin Jace and his girlfriend he couldn’t remember the name of sat in the waiting area. He shook his head and walked into the waiting area. He called out your name and both sprang up.

Baela rushed over to Aemond with pleading eyes. “Is she alright?” Her voice was raw and panicked. Probably from crying. “She will recover. She had minor internal bleeding we could stop immediately. Her left leg will need more time. It is broken and she will need physical rehab.”

Baela breathed out a sight. “Oh thank you!” She didn’t care if this was the asshole cousin her boyfriend always talked about when he had a family dinner. She had to hug him. He saved her best friend.

Aemond was taken back. He thought his cousin told his girlfriend to hate him like he did. Looking at his cousin, Jace was glaring at him. “When can she receive visitors?” Aemond looked at his Apple Watch, “Maybe tomorrow at ten p.m. She is still in a coma so her stomach can heal.” Jace nodded at him. “Let’s go, Baela. We have to tell Luke, Y/N is fine.” The girl tearily nodded. “Thank you so much. You saved my best friend.” Aemond smirked, “It’s my job.”

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I can imagine the emotional reunion he and his s/o would have when he comes back from onaga. Like yeah, they’ve been sensual before, but this is raw fucking emotion. He doesn’t care that he is tired, hurting, none of that, all he care about is his s/o sinking on his cock, holding him.

“You, you came back to me,” you stumble over your words, tears rolling down your cheeks as Reiko makes his way into your shared bedroom. Outworld’s second in command looks worse for wear and exhausted but triumphant and victorious and immediately you knew he was successful. “You did it, didn’t you, you subdued that beast.” You breathe out in wonder as Reiko shakily makes his way to your bed and all but collapses into the softness.

“It is done, the General, the General was so proud, so pleased, I’ve never received such high praise,” the second in command stares past you, almost in his own world, his pride seeping into his exhaustion.

“It’s high time you received his praise, Reiko you did the unthinkable! You prepared me for your death but you’re back, you’re ok, you’re here,” you straddle his hips, wrapping your arms around his muscular frame.

“I didn’t do it for him though, I did it for you pretty, everything I do is for you. I came back for you not him,” he sighs emotionally, fighting down his tears of exhaustion and affection as he melts into your touch.

“For me?” You repeat as if you didn’t believe him, General Shao was everything to Reiko and hearing you came first made your heart feel like it was in a vice. You feel a renewed rush of tears cascading down your face as you hold your commander close and tight. Somewhere in the back of your mind your vaguely aware of the way his clothed cock twitches under the weight of your body.

“For you pretty,” he rumbles tilting his head to the side and kissing you deeply, his tongue easily prying your mouth open as it delves into your waiting mouth.

You don’t waste time pulling his pants down as you push your panties to the side and hike up your dress a bit. Reiko makes a low, throaty growl against your lips as you sink down on his proud cock, you moan into his mouth as inch by inch you sink down on him only stopping when you were seated in his lap. You throw your head back, breaking your kiss as you moan his name. You rock your hips back and forth not wanting to wait until you had adjusted to his big cock, your hands scramble to grasp at his harness as he wraps his arms around you holding you close.

“Oh fuck me pretty, just like that,” he groans as you lift and fall in his lap, he can’t keep his lips off you as he groans and nearly whimpers as your bodies connect over and over.

Your cries die in his mouth as you frantically bob up and down, driving his cock deeper and deeper inside you. With a loud shout of his name you find your sweet spot with his cock as you focus on that sensation, you free his hair to be able to fist it as you rock and bounce in his lap, tears of gratitude and happiness still streaming down your cheeks.

A horse cry of your name draws you from your happy euphoria as Reiko grabs your hips with his calloused, bloodied hands and his body shakes as you feel warmth spread through out your body as he looses himself in you.

Your cries rise in octave as you chase your own release spurned on by the sharp gasps and cries Reiko makes as you fuck his overly sensitive cock. It doesn’t take you long to find your peak as you stuff his cock inside you one final time being crying his name and stilling as the pleasure over rides your body and your mind short circuits. You cry harder now that you’ve reached your orgasm and only belatedly realize Reiko is crying too, just clinging to you shaking.

“You saved me pretty, I came home to you, for you, I love you,” Reiko confesses in a low, shaky voice.

“I love you too, only you,” you hiccup and reply burying yourself in his arms, you stay there for who knows how long just being grateful your love was back home safely.

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[tobiasdrake]

Well, as long as we're rafting the temporal streams, might as well head back to Dormont. Got some errands to run in the past.

I'm like 98% sure you're trying to flirt with me but you're too nervous to actually go through with it. Would you please just finally ask me out so I can rock your evening?

Look, be glad I was tasteful enough not to go for the other pun.

My guy, what could possibly compel you to think I'm not comfortable with basic human conta--

...you know what, that's fair. I guess I do go out of my way to minimize any and all possible exposure of physical features, don't I?

Anyways, go on and get out of here while I chat with my Lemonfriend.

Oh, I've always liked you. I'm just also creeped out by you. Two things can be true.

...huh. If I can die here in Dormont, then... that does make things easier. I was planning on throwing myself on a Tear once we got into the House since you said I can loop forward as well as back, but dying here in town would save me some time.

Oh shit yes. I'd love the ability to call you and chat about what I'm seeing while the rest of the crew looks at me like I've lost my goddamn mind.

Especially since the ultra-secret fourth sign is making a phone shape out of your fingers and then talking on it. That's hilarious.

This.

This is it.

This is the key to killing myself in Dormont.

...

I should probably wait until I've finished up here.

OH

ISA

I didn't realize you come up here after we're done. I don't have anything else to talk about but it's great seeing you up here.

Didn't accomplish as much here as I expected to. But at least we can take another crack at that desk drawer.

Okay between this and the rock switch, I no longer have any confidence in my own ability to do my job. It's distressing that each setback thus far has been the fault of a bad d20 roll on the primary reason that I'm with this party.

Ha! Rock trap for the Rock key. I get it.

Really? They're frozen in time right now but I am looking for a book. You think they might have set it out for me in advance? That would be awfully nice of them.

Oh shit. There was a person in town who sometimes thinks they have a sister but can't recall where they moved to. That shit got super weird. This has to be related.

No idea how it's related to our current mission. But. It's gotta be related.

Always trust in the puns. The puns are life. The puns are the secret of the universe. Those who do not heed their wisdom face the ultimate punishment.

So the Rock Key was in a room guarded by a huge rock and the Paper Key is in the library. I am. Kind of. Terrified. Of where the inevitable Scissors Key will be found.

And one Star Crest. Well. *heavy sigh* Shit.

Gonna have to temporally save-scum this one.

Can't argue with that. Isa's my brofriend-maybe-more so his vote automatically weighs more than anyone else in this--

................

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

Okay. It's okay. We can work this out mathematically.

Isa, as previously noted, is worth a million points because he's a precious slab of adorableness who flirts with me in the cutest ways imaginable and I'm super feeling it.

Mira, meanwhile, is worth half a million points because she's also awesome and cool and she's our wonderful team leader and I adore her.

Bonnie is worth infinity points because they are a child whose hopes and dreams we are responsible for and I don't want to let them down.

However, Odile is worth zero points because she's mean to me and sometimes makes me want to cry. I still haven't forgotten that crack, Odile. Even though you have because it was in another time loop.

If we add them together, then Team Beauty is worth a million and a half points, but Team Age is worth infinity points.

However my sign is Scissors, and the shape of Scissors forms a multiplication symbol, not a plus symbol. Which means that Team Beauty is actually worth 500,000,000,000 points while Team Age is worth 0 points.

Thus, the objective and entirely unbiased answer is that Team Beauty wins.

I'm sorry, Bonnie! But math never lies. We must go south. It is our destiny to go south.

I know you will. It is my destiny to have a future filled with spuds. I accept my fate, but I do not apologize.

#in stars and time #drake plays in stars and time

[galaxiadreams]

The Final Blessing-

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Warning: blood, death, angst

Synopsis: the archon war was cruel, in order to save your people and Zhongli, you broke his contract...

Word Count: 686

a/n: Hiiiii!!! This is my first post of writing on tumblr(there maybe some grammar mistakes etc.) pls enjoy! constructive criticism welcomed! I hope to post more writing in the future!

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The sky was painted red with blood, smoke and ash falling all around her. She lay on the ground along with her fellow soldiers, eyes trying to focus on the gray snowflake drifting above her. Ears ringing, she tries to push herself up, up to fight again. But not a muscle in her body would allow that. She could hardly breath and felt so tired. How did she end up like this? Another body fell beside her, she strained her neck to see an arrow edged deep into his left eye, blood streaming down his face like tears. She remembers now, he was her Head General. Memories flood her with emotions, excitement, anger, horror, and hopelessness. It was the Archon War, a war for the strong, a war for the greedy, a war that will only end in loss. 

She looked up at the pink clouds slowly rolling across the blood orange sky. Gosh, dusk never looked so serene and beautiful… A shadow blocked her view, golden hair flowing around the figure. 

“Have you come to kill me, Morax?” Her voice was tiny against all the chaos around her. 

“Yes,” Morax replied. His response sent her heart plummeting down further than the abyss. “You violated our contract and endangered my people” Oh Celestia, what great irony to be killed by the one you were trying to save. 

Turquoise tears streamed down her face, she scoffed, “Of course, the emperor of contracts shows no mercy to those who break his flimsy paper contracts.” 

“You know very well of what you did.”

“Yeah, trying to protect my people and yours from treacherous death! I was trying to save you! You know I had to do it!” The Goddess of Spring shouted, voice cracking as more tears streamed down her face, “Please, Moarx…” 

The Geo Lord raised his metallic spear, its intricate carvings gleaming in the sunlight. “Y/n… I –” 

“Save it…promise me you’ll take care of my people, please promise me that people will remember me…don’t forget my love for you, please.” she begged, her eyes locking to his watery golden ones. Those Golden hues held so much pain, anger, and desperation; even with a face scrunched up in pain, his beauty never ceases to amaze her. The way his yellow patterns shaped his face, the way his sharp yet curved nose sets perfectly between his eyes…those lips that once whispered praise and promises of a glorious future, the ones that melted her heart and soul. 

“I promise.” he whispers, staring into the star filled eyes of his lover, he brings his spear down. The speed of it ignites the air with fire, as it hits her heart, a shockwave tore through the battlefield. Knocking everyone down in its path. 

The Geo Archon fell to his knees beside her body, her fresh blood painting his robes red. Her blood seeps into the ground of this barren land, destroyed by death and the vengeful energy of dead gods. Moarx has never felt what a stab to the heart truly meant till this moment, his body rocked with sobs as he felt a dagger tearing his heart apart. 

Watching his tears falling to the ground with his head down, a warmth suddenly starts to seep into his knees. Greenery starts to cover the dusty ground as flowers and grass emerge, blanketing the land around him with spring. Moarx raised his head to look at his lover…her soft green hair spreading around her body, his eyes soaking every single up and down of her angelic face as golden dust floated up from her skin. His eyes trail down to his golden spear lodged in her chest…a warm spring breeze hugged him. 

The Battle around him stopped as every monster, man, creature, and god marveled at the new scenery around them. Green fields and meadows spread around them endlessly, peace and tranquility filled their hearts, trees covered with blossoms of every color sprouted from the ground…. This is the final blessing of y/n, Goddess of Spring… a safe heaven in the middle of a war of gods, paid by her blood. 

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[awgeezitsthetoiletnator]

gently shakes u i am obsessed with you and ur fob recs for trackerbees like ur SO SO right i also love fourth of july for them

omg you’re so sweet!! yeah there’s just something so post-emo about them

i’ve been revisiting fob albums recently and i think a lot of their lyrics about relationships hit the perfect trackerbees breakup balance of “we weren’t perfect, but underneath that we were good right? please say we were good, i need to hear it”

since save rock + roll came out, i’ve been haunted by the lyrics “you are my favorite what if, you are my best i’ll never know” from fourth of july and while that could resonate with a lot of relationships, i feel like it holds a little more weight with trackerbees. because unless something truly drastic happens, these two are always going to be in each others’ lives in some capacity.

like jawbone is tracker’s uncle AND he’s always going to be the guy who gave kristen a place to live when she needed it most. so the sentiment in those lyrics is going to ring true for a while, even as they may start relationships with new partners. a quiet but steady stream of what-if’s hanging in the air between them for a long time.

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