#this little plush is the best thing I have ever seen in my whole life

[iwanty0uu]

“𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑃𝑢𝑚 𝑃𝑢𝑚 𝑁𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟“~𝓁ℯ𝓁ℯ ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · .

pt5…

He maneuvered you through the walk way and turned on the lights, as ‘All Mine ‘ began to play through the small JBL speaker resting on his bed along with a basket full of his hoodies, candy, skin care things, and flowers. He then brought out a huge target bag and gave it to you, smiling showing his pearly whites. Grills still in, mustache only a bit longer than usual made him look extra fine. “AWWWWW CON CONNN HOW SWEET OF YOU!” you practically screamed nearly dropping the bag, hugging him. Lifting you up laughing, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he placed you on the bed. “Boy fuck no I’m not laying in your bed in my outside clothes” “You’re ridiculous y/n” he sighed watching you strip, sliding off your biker shorts and folding them, and stuffing them into the portion of your bag made for dirty clothes.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Sitting criss cross apple sauce while he leaned on his dresser, licking his lips at the imprint of your pussy through your underwear. Such a pervert. A long purple heavy item was pulled out of the bag, you seen a plush white fabric on the other side, and to your surprise, it was the weighted blanket that you had been eyeing in target but was sold out when you went to buy it. “Thank you so much boo!! I literally love your whole soulll” you said wrapping the blanket around yourself. You went through the whole basket, saying thank you every time you found something new, showering him with words of affirmation and compliments. “I’m gonna go use this in the shower” you said taking the face masks and shower gel your almost-boyfriend got you. He couldn’t help but spoil you.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

It was his love language and he did it because he loved you. He was in love with you, and he wasn’t afraid to admit it, but he was afraid that he would fuck up the one thing that he cherished in his life. So Sasha helped him write a letter and made it look all Shakespeare-ish. Dipping it in coffee, leaving it to dry, tearing and burning it a little, he was so pleased with how it looked but didn’t want to see your reaction to it in fear of rejection. You left the steam filled shower all clean and lathered up in some nice Aveeno lotion ,hair neatly tied in a head-tie alone after removing your bonnet. “Ima shower too” He said quickly grabbing a towel and leaving the note on the bed. “what’s thi-“ the door shut before you could answer. “rude ass” the note was flipped over, a curious smile grew on your face, intrigued by the old style love letter. You read it, all of it, it was so heart warming that you couldn’t help the tears that fell onto your face.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

You didn’t know that he felt that way about you, it felt so good to be loved, and needed and cared for. His shower abruptly stopped as you knocked on the door. Hurrying to dry off, he opened the the door, met with a hug. “Connie I’m in love with you too, and I wouldn’t know what to do with myself without you”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ‘Let Me Break Your Heart Again’ by Laufy played on the speakers now.. great timing.

Relief hit Connie as tears brimmed his eyes, he was a thug but thugs cry too.. that was the most gangster thing Connie could have ever done in his life, and it was being vulnerable, vulnerable enough to admit how restless he was every night you were upset at him, every night that you didn’t warm the side of his bed the way you did during sleep overs.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

The depths of despair dragged Connie into it’s grasp and forced him to stay there until he figured out why he felt so depressed without you. But it so happened to be the reason in itself.. he was without you.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

A passionate kiss filled both of your lips. You wiped his tears away and wiped your own, wet eyelashes looked up at him as you pulled away from him. You both smiled in relief as you smooched his lips. “Baby you got abs? Yea you gettin some tonight” you said before ripping the towel off his abdomen, revealing his pretty pink dick.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

It was perfect, and you didn’t know how you were going to take it all in but it didn’t matter because that bitch had no choice but to fit. He lifted you while squeezing your ass, sliding the basket on to the floor, laying you back on the bed. He reached over to his bedside table and picked up the purple condoms you bought for him as a joke that he had saved just for a moment like this and slipped it on himself.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

He deepened the kiss again, untying your robe and throwing it on the floor along side the rest of the organized chaos. “Connie I need you so bad right now” you said, rubbing the small melanated bunch of nerves in between your legs. “Let me do that for you mama” he said, sliding his fingers inside you, “ah” you sighed. You missed the feeling of him pumping inside you like this, walls clenching around his fingers , you smiled as he let them enter your mouth,licking up your own juices made you almost cum right there. His hood lined up perfectly with your entrance, like his cock was made to fit your pretty cunt. He thrusted deeply “Ouue fuck connnn” you moaned, wrapping both legs and arms around him, lapping at his neck like it was candy, everything about him tasted sweet, He thrusted into your pussy slowly at first so you could adjust to his length, then his strokes got rough and aggressive.

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He hit your cervix with every stroke which made you go feral. Lewd slaps and squelches filled the the nearly silent room. “Fuckk this pussy Connieee”, no longer feeling his throbbing dick inside of you, you whined at the emptiness “turn around for me lovey” he whispered in your ear while you turned yourself over, he placed a pillow under your stomach and grabbed a hold of your hips, inserting his cock right where it belonged, he started back his rough pace, slapping your ass as you grabbed the sheets “fuck back” his voice stern, “fuckkk yes baby im-“ He moaned out, grunts occasionally leaving his mouth, flowing into your ears, filling the room, his words seeped through your skin, his touch was intoxicating, you were addicted to his hands and the way your body molded into him perfectly, thinking about his cock digging into the back of your pretty pussy was enough to send you over the edge.

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An orgasm blossomed inside of you, leaving thick trails of your cum on connie’s shaft, “Im cumminggggg” you whispered halfway through pleasure, his thrusts became sloppy and more like jabs, his hips staggered as you felt his them lock in place, his dick twitched inside of you “fuckk baby this pussy so tight” you felt the release of sperm into the condom inside of you, “And who’s is it baby?” he asked grabbing your neck gently kissing your cheek waiting for an answer “ all yours papa” you replied as he smirked at the rightful answer, his lips touched yours, causing you both to fall into a deep kiss that felt like it lasted forever. He left pecks all over your neck and cheeks, feeling that familiar shyness from months ago, you giggled and hid your face into his neck, covering your exposed breasts that were filled with hickeys. “Girl what you tryna hide? Like you didn’t just tell me that this pussy was mine while i was digging you out” he laughed mocking you “Nigga ill never fuck you again stop” you cheesed hiding your eyes while Connie snuck a kiss on your clit before disposing the condom, wiping himself off, then you.

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Now mostly clothed with connie’s shirt and your pajama shorts, and connie in some sweat pants, you both laid in bed cuddled up, lights off, mess on the floor left for tomorrow. ”That dick was excellent” you said dapping him up “I’m glad you liked it girl” he said kissing you. “Damn you love these lips” - “Which ones?” you playfully shoved him and giggled “You’re officially my boyfriend Connie” you said “But keep this between us, nobody knows what we do but they know that you’re mine.. i like my privacy.. keep these hoes wondering” he nodded and smiled at your remark, cuddling up closer to you, while you shifted some of your attention to the TV which was playing ‘The Craft’, and then back to him. He turned your head to face him fully, looking into those big brown eyes that got him here, he finally answered ,“Yea baby i like the sound of that”….

+*:ꔫ:*﹤ ﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ

*also the video of you and sasha on the slingshot went viral on tik tok which made you gain hella followers that you would be shocked to see in the morning.*

That’s all folks! They’re relationship is the cutest and i hope yall ate good after getting this five parter! If you couldn’t tell, i really fuck wit purple but Lele loves all her babies~𝓁ℯ𝓁ℯ<3

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#attack on titan #black coded reader #black reader #connie x black reader #fem reader #iwanty0uu #aot connie #aot fanfiction #aot x black reader #aot x y/n #connie x black y/n #connie springer #connie smut #black women #aot x reader #aot smut #aot #aot x you

[submitforher]

I might be at the wrong blog for this thought but what if I was your pretty pretty princess? I'd be dressed in all lacy pinks and whites, and you'd be on your knees, collared (always), like a good, *obedient* subject... I'd use you however I want, whenever I want. Sometimes I'd use your dick as a dildo- my dildo. I'd look so soft and plush on the outside, but you'd soon learn how sadistic I am. You'd be my loyal dog, always so ready to please and maybe a little whiny. Sometimes I'll be a little rough, maybe pull your collar a little too hard, choke you, but I know my puppy's strong enough to take all of it. I'd live to hear all your little sounds and whines. Sometimes I'll get busy and neglect you a little, but only so I could relish the way you get so needy and come to me begging for attention. I'd work hard to seduce you, make you clingy, make it so I'm the only thing you want, need.

You'd be my boy-toy, and I'd enjoy playing with your physical limits, training you to edge longer, getting you to cum one last time.

My soft voice would order you around a lot and you'd obey to the best of your abilities, because you are, of course, *my* loyal, loyal, servant. I'll tell you often that you belong only to me, no one else gets to use you. I'd take you around, maybe even on a leash, and show everyone you belong to me, because a princess is always possessive of her things. Maybe when we're out I'll slowly, rhythmically rub your thighs, inching towards your cock - I'll appreciate the way you get all shy and embarrassed because I got you hard in public.

Sometimes I'll demand the unreasonable, only to get whimpers from you because you're trying so hard, because you're such a good, loyal, boy, and because I'm a little spoiled.

It's okay if my puppy's a little stupid, I'll just have to punish them a little. Can you count for me each time I spank you? That's 'yes, princess', little boy.

And although I'd be strict, I'd shower you with praises and comfort, even if I reduce you to a crying, edged, mess first. I'll always let you cum in the end, but it always has to be inside me, because princess wants her pathetic little puppy to fill her up. And I'll take you to bathe with me afterward, have you lick the leaking cum off my thighs. I'd keep you in a soft world of luxury, safe and isolated from the cruel outside world. But don't be surprised if I come back one day and spend the entire evening sitting on my throne (your lap) marking you up and grinding on you until you're all hot and bothered. And yes, the hickeys will be in places that can still be seen with clothes on (and in places that can't).

And if you're good enough, you'll get to be my little prince <3

this whole message got my mind running through a maze of unfiltered, filthy thoughts. of me collared and on my knees in front of my princess where i belong. no one else gets to use me but you. using me like a toy for your own sick pleasure but it’s for my own too because o get so much pleasure out of pleasing you. like how there’s no one else for me? there’s no one else that would ever take care of you like me. spoiling you endlessly with my undying affection and never-ending obedience. for such an innocent looking princess, your sadistic tendencies get me fearing for what you’d do to me but me being me, i’d abide by your orders no matter what. even if that means you edging me to no end, making sure that the last time i cum, you get every last drop out of me. you’re in full control of me and when i get to cum, if i get denied, if i get to even feel how wet my princess is. what a pitiful, whining mess i’d be for you. following you with leash in hand, obeying you and your every word.

that soft voice of yours puts me in such a submissive state of mind that i think of nothing else but serving you like it’s my life’s purpose. like i was made for you.

to be punished by you and be put back in my place after misbehaving or disobeying? you’d hear nothing but “thank you, princess” after. my pretty princess gets whatever she wants and i mean, whatever. if that’s me on a tight leash whenever we go out so that others know that i belong to you, then that’s what my pretty princess gets. if that’s me filling you up because you have to have my cum deep inside of you, then that’s what my pretty princess gets. you’d never go without when you’re with me. i think after being edged ‘til i’m in tears, i’d be mindlessly thrusting inside of you over and over again. even after i fill you up with so much cum, i still need you so badly. that’s how much of a depraved yet loyal servant i am for you, princess. mark me up, all over my body, even in places that’d be seen because no one else gets to have me but you.

there’s nothing i’d rather be in this one life i get to live than to be your little prince.

#anonymous #this is the right blog for thoughts like this.

[wasabisimblr]

Generation One: Mint

You’re a mischievous scientist that really loves the color mint. You’re career driven but still make time for silly pranks and outings with your closest friends. You love luxury and want the best for yourself and your family.

Traits: Vegetarian, Jealous, Materialistic Aspiration: Chief of Mischief Career: Scientist

Rules:

Master scientist career and complete Chief of Mischief aspiration

Master mischief and logic skills

Complete elements collection

Meet Thea Mint: Unconventional Sim with a Twist 👽

In the vibrant world of Sims, where each character boasts a unique tale, there's one sim who stands out amidst the pixelated crowd – Thea Mint. She's not your typical sim; she's a blend of quirks and complexities that make her journey through the Not So Berry challenge truly captivating.

A Glimpse into Thea's World 👽

From the moment you meet Thea, her aura exudes an unconventional charm. As the protagonist of my Not So Berry challenge, Thea Mint arrived in SimTown with a whirlwind of aspirations and ambitions. Little did I know, she would become the cornerstone of my Simverse adventures.

The Complexities of Thea Mint 👽

Thea is not your run-of-the-mill sim. Her traits – vegetarian, jealous, and materialistic – paint a colorful canvas of contradictions. Yet, it's precisely these traits that make her such a fascinating character to navigate through the game.

"I'm telling you, Stacy, being a vegetarian isn't just about the food. It's about living in harmony with nature. Plus, have you seen the vibrant colors of those veggie dishes? They're like a work of art on my plate!"

While her vegetarian lifestyle reflects her compassionate side, her bouts of jealousy add an unexpected twist to her relationships.

"I saw you talking to Jacob at the bar last night. Don't try to deny it. I may not have eyes in the back of my head, but I've got friends who keep me informed."

And let's not forget her materialistic tendencies, which inject a dash of luxury into her everyday pursuits.

"Who needs a basic sofa when you can have this plush, velvet one that screams sophistication? It's not just furniture; it's a statement piece, darling."

Aspirations and Career Path 👽

One might assume that a sim with such diverse traits would have a scattered focus, but not Thea. Her aspiration to become the Chief of Mischief is a testament to her mischievous spirit and her thirst for adventure.

"I've always had a knack for stirring up trouble. Why not make a career out of it? Besides, what's life without a little excitement, right?"

Coupled with her career as a Scientist, Thea's journey is nothing short of extraordinary. From conducting groundbreaking experiments in the lab to stirring up mischief in the neighborhood, she embraces each challenge with gusto.

Navigating Parenthood and Divorce 👽

Despite her busy schedule, Thea is also a devoted mother. With one child to care for, she juggles the demands of parenthood alongside her career aspirations.

"Mommy, can we have a picnic in the backyard today? I promise I'll eat all my veggies!"

However, her journey as a parent hasn't been without its hurdles. Thea navigated the tumultuous waters of divorce, emerging stronger and more resilient than ever before.

"It wasn't easy, but sometimes you have to make tough choices for the sake of your own happiness. And let's face it, I'm too fabulous to settle for anything less than extraordinary."

It's a testament to her character – she faces adversity head-on, refusing to let it dim her sparkle.

Thea Mint: A Sim Worth Rooting For 👽

As I continue to guide Thea through the twists and turns of her Not So Berry challenge, one thing becomes abundantly clear – she's more than just a sim. She's a reflection of resilience, complexity, and the unwavering spirit of adventure.

"Who says sims can't have it all? I've got dreams to chase, mischief to make, and a whole lot of love to give. Watch out, Newcrest – Thea Mint is here to conquer!"

#sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 legacy #legacy challenge #not so berry #simblr

[multiverse-imagines]

A/N: part 2 baybeee! Hell hath no fury like an inspired fanfic writer!! time for some Disney magic, y'all!! ✨✨

I'll do the best that I can

Plush!Vash au (part 2)

She stumbled out of bed as she does every morning. She got dressed, trying to decide what she wanted to wear. The choice between a short or long sleeve shirt.

"Fuck, it's only gonna be twenty degrees today" she shook her head and chose the long sleeve, tossing the short sleeve back into the clean, yet unfolded clothes. 

After she was dressed, she scooped me up, and brought me out to the living room, setting me on the end table as she grabbed a quick breakfast of cereal. She had been restless last night, a nightmare probably. It looked as if it still haunted her in these early hours.

I was excited, able and willing to get some more cuddles before she left for work. She watched tiktoks as she ate. She giggled at the funny ones, and swooned when a rare Trigun one came on screen. 

"He's so babygirl. Ugh, I love him so much." She fangirled over the Spiky haired blond on screen. She let out a sigh before gazing my way. She used her thumb to stroke my face, with that all too common loving gaze that said, 'Why cant you be real?' 

"Look at me and my silly little delusions." She gave a chuckle of self pity, "Thinking I could ever win over the heart of a man who doesn't even exist." Her eyes seemed to moisten up with threatening tears. She shook her head, as if the motion would remove the thoughts from her brain. She curled her arms around my tiny being, hugging me to her chest. 

"I'd make him so happy though. I just know I would." She whispered, even though no one else was in this big, lonely house. She checked the time on her phone and sighed.

"Time to head out already. Fuck." She picked her unwilling body up from the chair, and walked to her bedroom, giving my forehead a kiss before setting me down on the pillow of her bed. 

"Have a good day, Vash. Love ya." She petted my hair before leaving the room. I heard another fit of self pity chuckles before I heard the front door shut and her car leave the driveway. 

It really tore me up inside to see the loneliness get to her like this. I'd heard her say to a friend who apparently lived far away that they feel like they can never truly open up to anyone. No one is there to hear the whole story, only bits and pieces of her life. A new mask for every new person in her life from strangers to friends, to family. To her, she's a stranger to everyone.

Everyone except me, it seems. The words she rambles to no one but herself, talking out stories, talking out her mental health, things she would say to Vash The Stampede or Nicholas D Wolfwood. 

Why can't I be with her? Why can't I give more to ease her pain? I wanted to throw something, but I can't move. I have to sit here and let my non-existent blood boil. 

A twitch in my arm, something I'd never felt before. Pain? Was this pain? Arms. Legs. Head. Holy hell this hurts. I shut my eyes. Shut my eyes? I can't do that? I could now, I guess, because they were shut. 

By the time the pain subsided, the bed was a lot smaller. The room seemed a bit smaller, but not too much. The reflective surface of the TV showed a man. A man I'd seen many a time, Vash the Stampede. But only in face and hair.

I figured I'd be the same height when I stood up, but my body wasn't riddled with scars. My left arm was real too. The real Vash had scars and a prosthetic arm.

Upon closer inspection, some of the missing scars were markings on my body, tattoos. It was all of the major ones she liked. The one over my right shoulder, the little cross on my left hip, a thick black tic tac toe over my left peck. Then there were two dark lines where the prosthetic would have been, and a symmetrical scar tattoo that he had on the other arm. Moving my right hand, I noticed tattoos of the thumb stitching he had. She'll be excited about that one.

I was pretty fit as well, the muscles he'd worked so hard on, only to be gifted to me.  Looking to my side, a pair of orange W wire rim sunglasses sat folded on the bed. I stood from the bed- oh shit I was naked.

I dug around in her dresser for a pair of basketball shorts, and one of her larger t-shirts. I prayed that they would fit me. The shirt was a little tight, but liveable until she got home.

I looked on the bed to find the ripped remains of my little coat I used to wear. I hoped that the trade off of losing her beloved plush for, basically, the real thing would be acceptable to her. I was starving. 

I went to the kitchen, trying to find something that didn't require cooking. I didn't know how to cook, and didn't want to risk damaging the house or an appliance. I settled on some chips I'd seen her eat before, and sat on the sofa, opening the bag. Thankfully the process of eating seemed to come naturally to me. 

I found myself picking up the controller for the video game system she had. I booted up the system, and chose a game that had multiple files, and started my own. 

By the time I was hungry again, I checked the fridge and found a small pizza lunch able. I'd seen her heat up the little bread rounds in the microwave. 

"Twenty seconds!" She would sing whenever she would put them in the machine. She did that no matter how much time she needed. I smiled at the memory, excited for her to come home. 

I had just finished the last of the pizza when I heard the front door open and her beautiful singing echoed through the house. She was listening to her headphones, considering the lack of pause. She entered the living room, and stopped mid lyric, frozen in place at the sight of me. The bag of fast food she'd gotten, fell to the floor, unnoticed by her. 

"V…Vash?" Her voice was a whisper as her eyes were locked on me.

"Hey… w-welcome home, Mayfly." I said the favorite nickname she would have wanted to be called by him.

"You're… I've gone full on delusional, haven't I? Have I finally lost it?" she pinched her arm. When I didn't disappear, she bit her thumb. I wasn't gone.

"You're real. You're really here."

"Y-yeah, I had to borrow some of your clothes. I uh, don't fit into my coat anymore." I dug the little fabric coat out of the pocket of my shorts, handing it to her.

"You're… little Vashie. You're really Vash."

"Kinda, I guess. My left arm is real, and my scars aren't. Check this out!" I lifted the sleeve on my left arm, "They're just tattoos. All of the ones you like!" I smiled down at her. She was so much shorter now. She just came up to my chest. She looked back up at me, bringing her hand to my face, she seemed to hesitate before cupping my cheek, caressing the beauty mark under my eye. 

"Holy shit, you're real." Poor thing was still in shock. I spoke her name, and took her hand with my left, and cupped her cheek with my right hand. 

"I'm here. I'll always be here. I've wanted this for so long, just to be here with you." I gently pulled her into a hug. She stiffened up for a second, before finally returning my embrace.

It wasn't long before she began to shake, and her throat released a chorus of sobs. I caressed her hair, and rubbed her back. Something I've always wanted to do when she was crying. I could tell these were tears of joy and relief though. 

"Mayfly, I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy. I've seen your ups and downs for so long, and I want to make everything better for you."

"Yes please. Please please please." She sobbed against my chest, "b-but, you gotta let me know if you need anything too, okay? We can't both be neglecting ourselves to make each other happy, ya know?" She looked up at me with a sniffle.

"Of course silly. We can take care of each other. 50/50?" I laughed, wiping some of her tears away.

"Y-yeah, 50/50." She smiled through her tears. I let go of her to retrieve the fallen bag of food.

"I can start by insisting that you eat something." I handed her the bag.

"Oh yeah, I completely forgot about that." 

--

We laid in bed that night, she'd eaten her food, and she'd told me about her day at work. We laid tangled up in each other, while one of her favorite movies played. One she'd probably played a billions times since my arrival. Not that I cared. 

"You're really sure that you're okay with looking after me?" She asked for the 3rd time since the movie started.

"Yes, Mayfly. I want to make sure you're happy, and loved, and heard and can be your authentic self around me. It's all I've ever wanted for you."

"But I'm a lot to handle. I don't wanna be a burden to you." 

"You've never been those things before. You relied on me when I was just your plush toy. Please continue to rely on me."

Her face went red, remembering I still have all my memories of being a toy.

"Oh, oh no, I'm so sorry, that means you've seen me-"

"And it makes me love you even more, Mayfly." I cupped her face with my free hand, "I love who you are. The you that you don't show anyone else. Your real opinions, your real emotions… every inch of your body…" my heart fluttered as I pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

"You deserve Vash the Stampede. You deserve to be loved by him, and your kind heart deserves to love him." I pressed my forehead to hers, "I-I mean, I may not totally be Vash, but I am officially licensed." I chuckled, "so let me be your Vash. It's your turn to be loved." 

#trigun #vash the stampede #vash x reader #trigun brain rot #toy story au #ya hear that friends?? hes officially licenced!

[boombrothersasks]

Angst prompt given to me by @livingthewritelife-things after the whole prank by Eclipse and I THINK I AAAAJBSADJKBAJK

Eclipse had run back into the cave, able to get there quicker than his currently enraged brother due to his natural speed.

It was getting dark out now, so when he got in, he had accidentally tripped and landed on the floor, but laughed it off. All of this was too much fun to get frustrated over.

His laughter continued, but softened once Shadow entered, still looking as angry as before.

“Hey, at least you don’t look so stupid anymore!” Eclipse grinned. “Or, less stupid. You’re dry now from all the running, but I’ll be honest, the whole ‘fur over the eyes’ look wasn’t too bad! Man, you should’ve seen it, Viper, it was hilarious!” He turned to his small plush bear in the corner. 

“That’s enough, Eclipse!” Shadow shouted. “I’m done with you! You and all your wild antics that continuously make my life harder! And it wasn’t just what happened back there, no, it’s all the running off, it’s all the situations YOU get into and drag ME along with! You think I ASKED for this?!”

Eclipse turned back and stood to face his brother, now looking rather solemn with Viper in his hands. “Woah, hey, I…I didn’t mean for any of those things to get you into trouble. I was just, y’know…having a little fun.”

“See, there’s your problem! You do that with everything! You think it’s all just ‘having fun,’ not even thinking of the consequences, or how it could affect people BESIDES you. Do you know just how chaotic my life has been ever since YOU got here?!”

“Well excuse me, killjoy!” Eclipse rolled his eyes. “I’m just here trying to pass the time until father comes back. THEN you can be away from me for as long as you want, okay?! THEN MAYBE YOU CAN BE HAPPY WITH ME FINALLY GONE, ALRIGHT?!”

“DAMN IT, ECLIPSE! YOU KNOW WHAT, I GET IT. I FINALLY GET IT. NOW I UNDERSTAND EXACTLY WHY BLACK DOOM DECIDED TO DITCH YOU HERE ON EARTH. AND I UNDERSTAND EXACTLY WHY HE’S NEVER COMING BACK FOR YOU!!”

…It took a minute to realize that was probably the worst thing he had ever said. 

Something he had been thinking about for so long…trying to figure out the right way to break it to him so it wouldn’t be as painful…and what had he done? He just yelled it at him. In the most aggressive, hateful way possible. Fantastic. He hated everything right now.

He hated himself. 

Eclipse was still staring at him. Why did he have to do that? Was he staring at Shadow, or nothing at all? Either way, the silence gave Shadow more and more time to reflect on what he had said, and he hated that. 

His younger brothers’ tears were small, but Shadow could see them there.

But he hadn’t expected for the Darkling to smile about it. Looking down while he chuckled softly to himself…it didn’t look right at all.

“You are so…wrong…!” His slight laughter continued, and it started to worry Shadow a bit. “It’s funny…! How little sense that makes…! Ha! Good comeback, Shadow!”

Shadow sighed. He messed up. Bad. There wasn’t any way to fix this now, but maybe he could try and tone down the situation…stupid anger issues. They always got the best of him somehow, in a way he never really knew the reason for.

“Eclipse…this isn’t a joke. Your father, he…he contacted me a few times. Mentally. Whenever I tried to ask when he’d be back for you, all he would do was leave. I know it might be hard to hear, but…”

He could barely muster up the courage to say it…

But Eclipse deserved the truth. The full truth. 

“He doesn’t…care about you. He doesn’t…want you…anymore. All he ever did was laugh at the situation he put us in. The one he put you in. It’s high time you accept that…he’s a terrible person. He was when this all started, and he still is now.”

Eclipse wasn’t laughing anymore. Perhaps he was able to come to his senses about all this…

But that didn’t mean it wasn’t painful…

Denial hurt less.

“You’re wrong,” Eclipse insisted again, his grip on Viper getting tighter by the second. It felt like that was the only real comfort he had at the moment. “Y-You’re wrong…and I’m…I’m gonna prove it…! Just you wait! YOU’RE WRONG!!”

“ECLIPSE-!”

But he was already gone.

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“This is the place, Viper!” Eclipse wiped away a few tears once he had teleported to the place in the canyons he had wanted to go to. He was strong. He wasn’t crying. He shouldn’t cry. Ever. “This is where father left me with Shadow…months ago. B-But that doesn’t mean he isn’t coming back for me! Shadow’s just crazy. Father probably just forgot or something! I’ll just have to remind him…!”

“HELLO?! FATHER?!” Eclipse shouted up towards the sky. “I-ITS ME…! YOUR SON! ECLIPSE! ITS UM…ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I’VE SEEN YOU…! YOU KINDA SORTA PROMISED YOU’D BE BACK FOR ME SOON…! REMEMBER THAT…?”

Nothing in response.

But Eclipse wouldn’t give up just yet.

He was not being abandoned.

“I-IF YOU’RE AVOIDING EARTH RIGHT NOW BECAUSE ITS DARK OUT, THATS OKAY…! THERES PLENTY OF PEOPLE HERE WHO ARE OUT LATE AT NIGHT…! AND IF YOU THINK ABOUT IT, IT ISN’T REALLY EVEN NIGHT THAT MUCH YET! SO…so…”

Still nothing.

That was fine.

He was not being abandoned…

“A-Are you…a little shy…?”

…

“Maybe…you can’t hear me too well…?”

…

“Maybe…maybe…”

He stopped wiping tears away.

He just sat there, with Viper as his only friend, staring up at the stars in the sky. With so many up there…he felt more lonely than ever.

“Maybe you just don’t love me anymore.”

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OH MY GOD

Ranch Hand Harry was one of the best things I've ever read in my life. And that's not an exaggeration. You really have made it worth it to be a member because you continue to just hit us with these amazing stories. No offense to your tumblr fics but every patreon exclusive of yours is better and better. I get why you keep these behind a paywall.

I know it's a one shot but I would love to see little blurbs of them as their relationship grows. I can tell everyone over on patreon agrees.

But let me swoon over ranch hand harry for a mo.

First of all he's so patient with her. He sees her with her boyfriend but yet he's still so sweet to her in every way. And I love how he puts Jessie in his place every time. The one liners are genius and it just makes Harry so hot that he's so confident. At first I was like - oh Harry's kind of rude to her boyfriend but that changed fast when I realized her boyfriend was an abusive douche. So then how could we not root for Harry?

This whole part 🥺

“Love you in a sundress,” his mumbled, breathy words spoken against your lips had you grinning widely as his big palms kneaded at the outer plush of your thighs. “Yeah? You love me?” Your giggles belted louder when his fingers found your ribs higher up. “Sweetheart, you know how I feel.”

And when Harry says this to Tyler

“Better be nice to your girlfriend or someone else’ll do it for you,” Harry stepped right in front of Jessie as he put his hat on his head.

The whole thing just had me giggling and grinning like an idiot.

The tension between them was perfect. You always do tension so well in your stories. I love how it feels so natural and as if I'm going through all of this as if you've written me into the story.

oh! And this is a little off top but that reminded me I have been meaning to mention this, that as a dark skin girl this means so much to me when you refrain from talking about YN blushing pink or her long soft hair or whatever things I'll never have/do. Not that I don't enjoy the physical description of a white girl cause I don't actually imagine myself as the reader normally, but I can tell you are conscious of this and I want to thank you, especially with all your writing lately you are very inclusive.

Back to ranch hand harry. I need to ask too, do you know much about ranching or that lifestyle? I felt like I was reading an experts take on some of the things. Also the way they talk you can tell they have that country thing going.

I keep getting off subject and now I've lost track but I just wanted to tell you how much I love that one. I love Harry in this so much. Love how you built the story up and made the characters all feel unique and fresh.

Never stop doing what you do. You make my whole day when i see that you've posted. Thank you so much.

AHhhhhh!! When I saw this feedback I had to read it over and over again just to be sure I was reading it correctly because I'm in awe. Like this doesn't feel like it's meant for me but you are talking about the fic I posted so it has to be right? 🙈

Okay... so wow. I am super flattered you loved it so much. I absolutely loved writing it. Very much had fun with the whole thing. I don't know a lot about ranching but I did grow up in the southern midwest in the US and cowboy culture is a big thing from where I grew up and I know a few things but I was never into it that much. Most of what I wrote was googled or something I saw on TV 😂

And as for trying to be inclusive - that's so good to hear you feel this way. Someone left a comment on one of my tumblr fics kind of a while back pointing out something about how I described Y/n and it made me realize I need to be careful of how I do that when I write her if I have her as reader insert and not an OC. So I appreciate you've noticed this! It's always my intent to make everyone feel seen.

I'm over the moon with this feedback. Thank you so so much hon. Absolutely blown away by how nice this is. You have no idea how much this just made my day 🥰

ps... tehe!! I think you meant jessie when you said tyler - tyler is from ex-boyfriend's dad but i get the mix-up. there are so many loser boyfriends i'm writing lately 😂

xoxo

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Rest Your Weary Hands Part 22

@profoundtyrantharmony somehow guessed the twist.

Part 21

Series Masterlist

Contains: Fluff, smut (oral sex M and F receiving, fingering, pregnant sex, body worship.) pregnancy and childbirth. This timeline is so screwed but no one knew how far along they were back then so the plot hole is valid.

4,434 Words Not beta read, all mistakes are my own.

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Queen Aslaug walks into your little Healers store with one request, help her son. Said to be blessed by the gods, you find your life becoming more and more intertwined with the young prince as you do your best to ease his pain. It will soon be apparent that outside forces have other ideas.

The Hall had been noisy non-stop since the renovations started, Hvitserk and Kindra had taken to sleeping in one of the servent's nooks with furs all over the walls to they could block some of the sound so Kindra could get some sleep.

You and Ivar had been a little luckier in that your new room was behind all the others, so it was a little quieter, but it still meant that it was hard to go to your room and nap during the day. You had taken to falling asleep wherever Ivar was, even if that meant sleeping in his lap in the middle of a court meeting.

You had been unusually tried for how far along you were and Lagertha had noted that you were showing faster than normal. You had to put it down to hours on your feet, making the rest of you look lean while your belly grew but in the back of your mind, you knew something was going on.

Ivar was by your side as much as he could and when it wasn't Ivar, it was one of his brothers or Leif. Ivar had become even more protective since you started to show, you weren't allowed to treat anyone by yourself and if you had to leave the Hall to do it, Leif or Ivar wasn't far behind you.

The new rooms were coming along nicely and it was getting to the point where you could see everything coming together. You and Kindra even got to use the tiny hallways between the rooms that would be used by your children. Sigurd had insisted that he be allowed to paint all the things for the little ones then spend hours each day painstakingly painting everything in pretty colours and fancy patterns.

As the days went on and Kindra got bigger, the builders put more and more work into getting her room ready. When it was done you walked into the one of the most amazing rooms you had ever seen.

It was much bigger than the old one and looked much warmer. There were two fireplaces, one at each end of the room and a whole corner set up for the baby. Their bed had gotten an upgrade and could easily fit four people as opposed to the other one, which could only fit two and in one section of the room, very close to one of the fireplaces, was tiled with stone and there was a tub for bathing.

Having seen her room, you couldn't wait to see yours. You were called in a few days after Kindra's room was done, Ivar waiting by the door excited.

"I can't wait for you to see it wife. It's truly everything we've dreamed of."

It was incredible. You could see the shades of your's and Ivar's old rooms. The beds were in the same area although they were facing each other now. Ivar's request for a place for him to do your hair was made and like Kindra's room, there was a tilted section near a fire but in your room, there was a small table, two plush seats and a mirror as well.

In the area between the two beds, there was room for children's beds and there was a large crib attached to the side of the larger bed. There were more chairs and stools around the room and someone had taken the time to make sure the room was as warm as it could be with furs everywhere and spaces for small torches.

You were awestruck, standing in the middle of the room looking around. Ivar walked over to one side and pulled something away from the wall. It was a long think wood screen, that had a hook on one side and was bolted into the wall on the other.

"I took what you said about the two beds to heart and asked the builders to install this. That was we can have as much fun as we want without giving our children to other people for the night." You smiled at him, big and warm.

"Who said anything about more than more child?" Ivar smirked down at you, "you know it's probably twins right? And even if it isn't, I want as many children as you and the Gods are willing to give me." You shook your head, "of course Ivar. Just wait until we've had this one for a while and then you can reconsider."

He pulled you into a hug, his hand drifting over your belly, "do you have any idea how hard it is for me to see you walking around like this all day long and not want to constantly be inside you, it's tantamount to torture."

You shook your head, "how very you. You know I'm only going to get bigger?" Ivar smirked even wider.

"Good."

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As you rounded the second trimester, a problem arose, Ivar was still busy and the pregnancy hormones were making you feel like a teenage boy. You were grinding herbs when the relentless heat got to the point where you couldn't ignore it.

Ivar was holding court, having started the trade agreement with King Harold, the bandits were becoming such an issue that they were eating into trade profits on both sides and Ivar and Ubbe were trying to come up with some kind of agreement with the Earl who run the border area in hopes of securing more land.

"That won't work, if he doesn't protect the area then we should just overthrow him. We've offered him fur, gold and meat and he still won't come to the table. We still rule here and greedy men aren't going to help us grow our empire." Ubbe seemed to agree with Ivar.

"My brother is right, we've done our best to accommodate this man and he keeps adding terms. He's got to start sending his men to the border or we will have to stop trading with him." There was some nodding and no one added anything so you thought it would be a good time to interrupt.

"Ivar my love, everything is ok but can I have ten minutes of your time?" Ivar offered you a soft smile and stood up, walked over to you so he could talk to you away from the others.

"Anything for you. Can it wait till later or do you need me now?" You couldn't see but Bjorn had a knowing smile on his face, you grabbed his hand and started to walk towards the bedroom.

"Now please."

You sat Ivar down on the bed and started to kiss his face, over his cheeks and down his chin. Ivar was a little shocked, putting his hands on your shoulders, "what are you doing dearest?" You turned your head and started kissing his forearms, "I want you." Ivar smiled down at you, "I can see that."

You kissed the middle of his chest where his shirt was open at the collar, then yanked on the hem, "I won't take long, I just want to suck your dick." Ivar's breath hitched, "no way in Hel. They can wait, I'm not leaving you in this state, I'm not that cruel." You smiled up and him and got down on your knees, an effort even if you weren't that pregnant yet.

"I'm good with that." You undid his pants and his half-hard cock sprung free, you kissed up the shaft and you watched the blood fill it until it was hard against his stomach. You kissed the tip first, then ran your tongue around it in little circles.

He was looking down at you like you were the moon and stars in the sky. You pulled his cock in your mouth, and Ivar's chocked off moan filled the air. You sunk down on him slowly, being mindful that your gag reflex wasn't what it used to be. Ivar didn't seem to care, his hand landing on your head to softly rub your scalp.

"That's it beautiful, you're so good at that." He felt you hum in thanks on his skin. The hands on your head became a little more instant, not pushing but the gentle stroking had stopped for him pressing his fingertips into your skin.

As Ivar got closer and you sped up, and his hands moved to your ribs to gently pull you up.

"I told you, you're going to get more that just my cock in your mouth." He stood up, getting you to sit down then climbed on the bed next to you. His hands were moving over your dress like you were made of thin glass, his fingers barely gracing your skin.

"You don't need to be so gentle with me Ivar, I'm pregnant, not sick." He smiled softly, "I know, but you deserve to be treated gently. You're growing my child, I want you to know how much that means to me." You smiled softly at him and you could see Ivar's eyes filled with warm affection.

"I love you so much y/n." You paused for a moment, "what's brought this on Ivar? I know you love me." His hand came up to brush your cheek while the other started to hike up your dress.

"Nothing, I just love you and I don't tell you enough." You helped him pull off your dress the lifted yourself up on your elbows to kiss him, "I love you too Ivar, with all my heart."

He kissed every inch of skin that he could, by the time he reached your centre, you were already a mess, "you're always so wet for me, it's truly unfair." You giggled, "how is that unfair." He smirked at you but there was no arrogance there, "because it makes me want to do this and nothing but this and it's distracting."

He didn't give you the chance to respond, his lips met your body and you felt your brain go numb. It felt like he was trying to consume you, one of his arms was wrapped around your leg, squeezing it firmly while his fingers rubbed out your strained muscles. The other arm was stretched across your body so he was touching as much of you as he could, every now and then, the hand would move to your breast or to clasp your hand.

Ivar didn't pull away until you were shoving his head away from overstimulation. He whipped his face with his palm, then brushed the stuck hair off your face. He was hard but he made no move to escalate. Rather, he laid down next to your panting body and pulled you into his arms.

"What about you?" Ivar shook his head softly, "you can bearly keep your eyes open, get some rest and I'll be here when you wake up. If you want, I'll give it to you then." You nodded, suddenly lacking the energy to voice your thanks. The last thing you felt before sleep took you was Ivar's lips on your forehead.

You woke up about an hour later, Ivar still wide awake, looking at you as if you were a lighthouse standing out in the dark, broiling ocean. "Have you been watching me sleep?" He smiled shyly, "I like to see you unburdened by the day. You look so sad sometimes." You reached up and put a hand on his face, "how could I ever be sad when I have you."

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You were going to kill him, Ivar never thought he would complain about having sex multiple times a day but he was. Sure, he was having fun but the way you looked at him, like you wanted to eat him alive, making it impossible for him to do anything else. He had a kingdom to help run and all he wanted to do was spend the day in bed with you.

Ivar's breath stopped living in his lungs minutes ago, you were riding him like it was the last thing you were ever going to do and Ivar couldn't think. He didn't know where to put his hands, yours were pressed into his chest as you moved up and down, back and forth. He settled for placing them on your hips, helping you grind down on him. You lifted yourself up and readjusted your hair and Ivar's eyes moved to the way your curls bounced as you moved your fingers.

"Gods, every part of you is beautiful." You leaned down and kissed him, and Ivar's lips followed yours as you sat upright again. He could not stop staring at you, he always thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen but this was different.

There was a light sheen of sweat on your skin and your chest was moving up and down with your ragged breaths. Your hair was a mess from all the time you had to shift it out of your face and your lower lip was red from having been between your teeth for so long. You slowed down and looked down at him, the look on your face moving from hooded to cheeky and curious.

"Why did you slow down?" His voice was far more desperate than he had hoped, "you're clearly enjoying the view, I thought I'd give you as much time as you wanted." Even in this state, you still had the ability to be a brat.

"Enjoying the view?" Ivar's eyebrows almost met his hairline and then he was flipping you onto your back, he even managed to stay inside you the whole time.

"Enjoying the view." It was said to himself more than you and he sounded indignant. He didn't move an inch while he held himself up on his elbows to look into your face, "you are the most exquisite creature I have ever seen. I love every single fraction of you." Much to your chagrin, he pulled out and back, looking over you as if you were some kind of prized artwork.

He started kissing your cheeks first, "I love these, and the way they lift when you smile." Then over your eyelids, his lips just grazing the skin, "and your eyes are like looking into the blackest night sky." He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, "your lips are so soft, kissing you makes the whole world disappear."

He kept going for Odin knows how long, "I love your hands, so sure and kind. I don't know what I would have done if they had never touched my skin." His words were moving you to tears and you tapped his shoulders to bring him back to the task at hand. As he wiped the tears off your cheeks, he slid back inside you, his eyes becoming wet.

"I love you so much."

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You shifted and put a hand on your belly, Ivar's eyes went wide and he practically ran over to you, "is everything alright!?" You smiled softly and nodded, "the babies are moving, I'm fine." Ivar shoved you hand away and put his hand in its place, "I can't feel anything." You brushed your hand over his face, "you won't for another few weeks."

He smiled down at you, "I count the seconds." His hand rested on your shoulder, "it's not like it's fun. It feels bizarre, especially because I'm sure there's two of them in there." Ivar's smile turned into a smirk, "I don't think anyone else in my family has had twins."

Men

"We will see, maybe I'm just having a very big baby. Only the Gods know for sure."

"We will see, maybe I'm just having a very big baby. Only the Gods know for sure."

Two weeks later, Ivar watched you walk up to him without saying a word before grabbing his hand and placing it on your belly. He felt it, a tiny push against his hand, "is that….." his voice caught in his throat.

"Yes Ivar, that's our baby. One of them at least."

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The days went on and Kindra began to complain bitterly about being pregnant, as the snow melted, she was hopeful every day that day would be the day when she was done. You weren't having that much fun either, having forgone screwing like rabbits for sleep whenever you weren't working or eating, Ivar had turned the energy he was putting into sex into worrying, every second of every day.

"IVAR I AM FINE." You had it, he was hovering so much that you never had a moment to yourself, "I love you Ivar but you are suffocating me, I'm fine, really." To your surprise, he seemed to take it to heart.

"I know, I'm just worried about you." You crossed the room, pulling him into a hug, "I love you so much and when they're here you can hover all you want." You couldn't see his smile but you were sure you could feel it, "I'm ok with that."

"Ahhhh y/n can you come here now." Hvitserk's tone was rushed and terrified, "is everything alright?" When you exited your room, you were greeted by Hvitserks face, pale with worry, "the baby is coming."

You raced into the Hall and found Aslaug supporting Kindra with a loving hand, "let's go for a walk, it should speed things up." Hvitserk's eyes went wide but he didn't protest.

Kindra wasn't in much pain yet, stopping only every now and then to pause for a contraction to fade. People weren't paying much attention but the women you and Kindra had helped to deliver their babies were looking on warmly, the ladies who were old and grey offered smyptahic smiles as you passed.

"I need to go inside." There was sweat building on her brow and she had gone a strange shade of white, "the baby's on thier way soon?" She nodded aggressively and Hvitserk started walking back towards the Hall, holding up most of her weight as they went.

As you set up the room Lagertha burst in, "I was three hours away, I came as soon as I heard." Leif came in soon after, looking like he had run across the world, "thank you for letting every know Leif." He smiled softly but the moment he saw the look on Kindra's face he left.

"Call me back when the baby is here and clean. I've come to the sudden realisation that maybe I'm not cut out for this." The women in the room laughed and Kindra gritted her teeth as a contraction took over.

"Let's get this done."

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"I am never letting you near me again!" Kindra was going from screaming and Hvitserk to begging him to stay and he was like a lost puppy. His hand had gone bright red from all her squeezing and he was stuttering with what must have felt like a broken hand.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to hold a sword again." You and Kindra shot him a glare and he tried to backtrack, "not that I would trade that for you and our child." She let out another pained grunt and sat up as best she could, "bring Ivar in here, he should get a front row seat to what he about to do to you." Lagertha and Aslaug giggled, "let's hope he doesn't take after his father."

"IVAR!" Your tone was a little harsher than you meant. Ivar was waiting outside the room with his brothers, Bjorn having arrived a few hours after his mother. He raced into the room, looking deeply concerned, "what's wrong?" Kindra shook her head, "nothing, you need to learn from Hvitserk how to behave when it's her turn."

Ivar's eyes were the size of dinner plates but he sat down behind her, looking for some way to help, "get me some more warm cloths, it won't be long now."

You were right, an hour later, the baby was ready to come into the world, "one more push and your child will be here." She steeled herself, dropping her beloved's hand to grip the sheets, with a short nod from you, she waited for the next contraction and let out a war cry.

There was silence and then a piercing scream, "a little boy." Hvitserk was crying, his hands jutting out to grab his child. You wrapped the baby in a blanket and handed him to his father while Kindra got her breath.

"I'll leave you two alone, if you need anything please just ask." You left so Lagertha and Aslaug could help Kindra nurse, Ivar looked shellshocked, "I'm sorry." You couldn't help but laugh.

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They had called the baby Egil, it meant respect and honour. A boy born to enter a line of Ragnar's descendants, he was adored by all his family, fussed over by his grandmothers and right now, Bjorn was holding him while Egil tugged on his beard, "you're a strong one, we'll have you holding a sword in no time." Kindra rolled her eyes, "not on my watch."

You shook your head, getting up to get something from your room. The door was unlocked which was strange and when you went in, the crib was missing.

"Ivar, do you know where the crib went?" When he replied, his voice was full of affection, "Floki was unimpressed with it so he decided to make one for us." You were both worried and excited, you had no idea what Floki had planned but it would either be amazing or a study in over-engineering.

"Did he say when he'd have it done?" Ivar was standing close enough to see you now, "by next week."

Next week came a Floki was standing at the door, a large covered package behind him, "Helga is waiting for you at home. You are not to return until I come and find you." He waved you away and you left, Floki smiling like a mad man the whole time.

It was nightfall by the time Floki arrived back home, he practically pulled you and Ivar towards the Hall, giggling and skipping all the way. When you got to your room, he insisted you close your eyes. Once you were close to your bed he told you to open your eyes and you were met with a wonderful site.

A crib, ornate, with happy carvings, baby animals, flowers, the moon and stars. The whole thing came together in a wildlife sense that depicted the woods outside your home on a clear night. There was room for two babies, one of the railing pannels slightly shorter so you could reach in without needing to worry about rolling over into the crib.

"Oh Floki, how can we ever thank you for this." He smiled, "no thanks needed, the Gods told me months ago what I needed to do, I'm just doing what they have asked of me." He left with a quick hard kiss to your forehead and a slap to Ivar's back.

You stood with Ivar, looking it over and he pulled you into an embrace, "not long now wife."

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You understood Kindra's rage near her final days, this was terrible. Sigurd and Ubbe had taken to laughing at Ivar every time you told him that he was never going to be able to touch you again. Ivar, for his part, took it in stride and would reply with a loving quip each time.

You had given up working entirely in the last few days, unable to move around much with the bump you were carrying. As you rounded the kitchen to get some food you felt it, the rush of fluid down your legs. There was so rush, you waved over a servant to get them to help you clean the mess then continued your journey to the kitchen.

When you got back to the dining area, you sat down next to your husband, handing him a small plate of food, "my water broke about ten minutes ago, I'm going to finish my meal then go for a walk down the street." Ivar looked at you like you had ten heads, "WHAT!?" you put your spoon down and looked at him, "my water broke about ten minutes ago, I'm going to finish my meal then go for a walk down the street."

He sat there, blinking at your like he was trying decipher some kind of code. No words came out of his mouth so you went back to eating. Ivar helped you stand up, hoving over you as you took your walk, soon enough, just like Kindra, it was time to return home for the real work.

Kindra had left Egil with his uncles who were outside your room waiting in worry. Ivar was pacing, up and down the room then back again over and over. Aslaug was sitting next to you, her soft voice offering you support while Lagertha wiped your brow. One violent contraction and a grunt later and Kindra was kneeling between your legs, "you ready?" With a nod, you pushed with the next contraction.

Ivar was sitting down now, his hands going from over his ears to cover his eyes. Kindra turned around and shot him a glare, then waved him over to your side.

"You are going to have to settle for just two children Ivar, I'm not doing this ever again." Ivar didn't even think to protest.

"I can see the head, one more push." You gritted your teeth and bared down, there was a splitting pain then instant relief, "a little boy. Oh y/n he's perfect." You conjured up your strength to slap Ivar in the chest, "I was right."

Ivar didn't know what to do, he was sitting there like a statue, "Ivar you need to hold your son, your wife had more work to do." Lagertha's voice sprung Ivar's into action and he held the little boy with a gentleness that didn't seem possible.

"He needs a name." You took a breath between the growing contractions to answer him, "Ubbe of course. Without him, we would have wasted away in stubborn silence." Ivar smiled at you, warm and full of love, "Ubbe it is."

Time passed, it could have been minutes it could have been hours but the next baby was ready to arrive. It was the same feeling, an immense pressure then searing pain and sweet relief.

Kindra's smile said it all, "a little girl." When you looked over at Ivar, he was crying, his hands already outstretched to take her in, "I hate to say this but she is the most wonder thing I have ever laid my eyes on." You smiled at him, exhaustion taking over.

"Kelda, we should call her Kelda."

A spring day

"That's perfect Ivar."

Epilogue

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[lovejustforaday]

2023 Year End List - #13

Sweet Justice - Tkay Maidza

Main Genres: Pop Rap, Contemporary R&B, Electronic

A decent sampling of: Funky House, Hip House, Industrial Hip Hop, Trap

So I'm a little late to the party on this one. Forgive me. 🙏😔

Tkay Maidza is a Zimbabwean Australian hip hop artist who's had several critical successes with her three part EP series Last Year Was Weird. Mind you, I'm not Australian, so I haven't been closely following the ARIAs or anything. I know I'd seen the cover of Vol. 2 somewhere (most likely while browsing the RYM charts) and thought it looked cool, but that was all of my prior exposure to her before checking out this record.

Now that I finally have checked out her latest LP, I can definitely get behind the hype she's built up.

Maidza strikes me as kind of a jack-of-all-trades in the world of hip hop, pop, dance, and R&B. She's a well-rounded performer who's just as comfortable spitting acid over noisy, industrial broken beats as she is singing girlish hooks in plush diva registers over glossy house productions. And I for one really appreciate a pop artist that can do many things well, and regularly challenges themselves in this way.

Tkay gives us many facets of herself on Sweet Justice, an R&B/rap crossover record that acts as both a declaration of war, and a self-love letter in the wake of the trappings of success and learning to let go of everything holding her back. The artist is forging a path forward out of the decaying ruins of regrets, with incisive farewells to people and bad agents from her past, literally constructing a monument to her new self image on the cover art (which is fucking badass looking, btw).

And slick as all hell production. Seriously, this whole goddamn thing sounds like it was encased in some molten liquid onyx, or something else equally ludicrously expensive and impractical. A big part of the success of this record needs to be credited to the producers, mastering, and mixing engineers on this project; some of the cleanest R&B I have ever heard.

"Out of Luck" is a bulbous pop banger made for fluorescent paint night clubs, with gorgeous, addictive vocal harmonies in the chorus. The central rhythm is positively dripping with wet globs of luxurious funk on top of some very Y2K R&B space synth pads. Featured guests Amber Mark and Lolo Zaouï are totally killing it on their spots too. Makes me feel like one hot motherfucker, twirling my neon hair (which I do not have) and moving on with my life.

Tkay turns up the heat on the sweltering, mysterious "Love Again" wherein she laments her waning capacity to love someone. I like the really lo-fi take on that acoustic guitar sampler sound that was really prevalent in a lot of 90s R&B pop. This one lingers in my head long after its over thanks to the eerily foreboding riff - like trying to find love in a barren desert wasteland.

"Ghost" is simply the best thing on here. I knew I recognized the production from somewhere the first time I heard it, but it should've been obvious even before I went ahead and looked it up: it's mf-ing Kaytranada. This kind of air-tight, bouncy, gravity-defying funky house sound was what defined his Polaris-winning 99.9%, and honestly this might even be his most impressive beat to date. Tkay naturally nails the performance on this one too, gliding on and off of the silver clouds of the production and delivering pure ear-candy riffs and playful quips from start to finish, though "I see through you like Casper / Toxic jig's up like the rafters / Me you natural disaster" is a personal favourite.

The next best thing on the opposite end of the spectrum is the industrial hip hop of "Silent Assassin", a nasty quivering nervous tick of a beat with red hot shiny buzzer sounds. I can feel my vision going all blurry as Maidza's figuratively shoving me to the edge of a cliff on this track. This is how you make your presence known as a force not to be fucked with as the deadly underdog of the pop rap game.

One more quick observation - what's with the random ass Nova Scotia shout out on "Gone to the West"? Did they know I was going to be listening to this record? I can count on one hand the times I've heard my home province referenced in a piece of non-Canadian media, and one of those is in a frigging Fresh Prince of Bel-Air episode. Total glitch in the simulation moment for me.

Anyhow, the only moments that don't land as well on this record are the two tracks where, dare I say it, she's giving 'Doja Cat' energy ("Ring-a-Ling" and "WUACV"). Idk, this type of "nyeh nyeh lol u mad" silly pop rap has never really been my sort of thing. Most of it' i's kinda grating to my ears, and frankly not even Tkay can fully redeem this sort of song (though its still a cut above most other songs in this very tiktok-y "genre" by virtue of her raw talent).

Luckily, there's more than enough variety and superb execution of different styles that I already quite enjoy on this record. Sweet Justice is a treat to the ears that hardly ever lets up, giving you a little bit of everything with an absolutely stunning finish in the sound department. Audiophiles who love hip hop, R&B, pop, electronic, and dance music are sure to get a hell of a lot out of this very sexy-sounding record. Put some respect on the silent assassin of hip hop.

8/10

Highlights: "Ghost", "Silent Assassin", "Out of Luck", "Love Again", "Walking On Air", "Our Way"

#album review #music review #list #aoty #year end list #tkay maidza #hip hop #rap #r&b #contemporary r&b #pop rap #electronic #sweet justice #2023

[floppyhatwitch]

This is Part 2 of my 2023 new year's resolution recap. If you want to see part 1, click here.

And we're back! If you've read the first part, you're all caught up with the gist of everything, so I'll spare the extensive intro.

Long post coming up again, art under the cut :)

This is one of my favourites

I saw some tips on how to make a sketchbook more fun that included working with the fact the drawings are within a book and so I decided to make a portal between two characters.

How whimsical!

I reused the cutout bits to decorate the glossy front cover of the sketchbook too, which resulted in me having to glue it back on more times than I'd like to admit.

The return of my son <3

I think the key features to really nail down when drawing bonnie are the upper jaw and the eye socket. Obviously not the be all and end all, but they really add to his signature style. I mention this only because my bootleg bonnie plush is widely different for both those features, which I find funnier than it has any right to be.

This one was a joke about drink driving and getting pulled over, but it was probably the best anatomy lesson I had all year. I somehow managed to portray the likeness of my friend half decently while working with dramatic lighting. I mean, it's no like, groundbreaking work or anything, but it's one that I take great pride in.

I LOVE HATSUNE MIKU AND JERMA!!!!! RAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

If I could do this one again (which I inevitably will because look at them) I would definitely make Jerma more like the creature he is and exaggerate his distinct features a little more.

Anyway the reason I put this up is because I accidentally titled it "Jerma and Hatsune Mike" because of autocorrect, which led to the creation of

HATSUNE MIKE!!!!

Miku's older and less famous sister. Although from what I've been told, her slices are the best in Queens, hands down.

Quick Australian politics tangent. We recently had a referendum that proposed adding an advisory group for First Nations peoples into the constitution. It was like the tiniest step forward towards actually repairing the generational trauma and long-term effects of colonialist genocide by simply asking Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people how they could be best assisted.

Despite being one of the easiest choices I've ever seen in my life, the referendum DIDN'T PASS. I was genuinely pissed when I found out so I tore up the bullshit misinformation flyers handed out by the opposition volunteers and made it into this. It's probably the most "teenager with too much angst and no actual action" thing ever, but it was how I felt at the time.

After that whole debacle I went through a phase where I used a lot of imagery of revolutions to try and process the feelings I was experiencing on the matter.

I thought the foreshortening and perspective on this one kinda popped off. The decision to place the viewer at the level of the executed was intentional. It's one of the only angles anyone would have seen a guillotine this close up in practice.

On Day 300 I saw the FNAF movie and wow was it different than what I expected. I drew my son looking on in horror as his character was assassinated in front of his eyes. Looking back, it might have been a little dramatic, but I'm just like that at the end of the day.

BONUS: If you wanna see my full review of the FNAF movie, you can read it here

I really wanted to get some expressive posing and particle effects going so I took inspiration from that "THINK FAST CHUCKLENUTS" meme and tried to imagine what it would look like if it was an overedited comic strip.

I lobe scou tf2 :))))

This was the day before my Media exam and holy hell was I nervous. If I'm remembering correctly, I was actually so anxiety-ridden that I was nauseous, which doesn't happen often. I channeled my borderline religious regard of the exams power into creating a monument to its supreme importance. That's me praying underneath it.

As you can tell, I was hoping so hard that I would do well on it, which makes the next one just even more satisfying.

I DID WELL ON IT!!!!!

I legitimately felt like omni man afterwards, so I did a study of that scene where he crushes red rush's head. It's a bit rough around the edges but that final panel still gets me. I should watch the new season.

Spidergwen Spidergwen Spidergwen Spidergwen Spidergwen

I'll know I'm a good artist the day that I make a couple pages as good as Miles does in atsv. Like that dude is talented as hell WHY CAN'T I DO THAT.

Speaking of the dude. Spider-Man, Spider-Man and his pal Spider-Man. Technically spectacular spider-man, but I kinda messed up the head shape a bit so it's not as obvious. Whoopsieeeee

I will always consider myself superior to fish because if I saw a mysterious hook in my environment I would simply disregard it. I will however, walk blindly into a situation that will inevitably lead to my downfall under the pretense that it will be beneficial for my future. No I don't see the irony in that, it's different I swear.

FUN ANGEL FACT! While it is technically correct to refer to these as "biblically accurate angels", they aren't the only forms of them. These are specifically referred to as Ophanim, and they're like wheels? I don't know, my knowledge kind of falls off after that point, the way they're described reminds me of those eldritch horrors that make people insane from their incomprehensibility.

Anyway I adore theological imagery but steer far away from the actual implications of any of it. To quote one of my favourite tumblr posts of all time, "narratively christianity is pretty cool i think it should have been a jrpg instead of a religion though" - Roisheep

This one came straight out of the brain tubes after I accidentally created an endless loop in my twine project and I got scared shitless that it was gonna brick my computer or something. In reality, it was the equivalent damage of refreshing a page a whole bunch of times, but I'm always jumpy when it comes to techy stuff.

One little detail I really like about this one is that the green light from the screen is actually reflected on the face and eyeballs! How fun!

This is how I'm gonna die, if it has to happen. To dissipate into a swarm of butterflies and have your cloak float down to the ground is to have lived a fulfilling life. They gotta have some pink ones though, I like those ones.

I saw a tiktokker who shades with a whole bunch of dots like some crazy kind of pointillism (if you know who I'm talking about PLEASE tell me, I can't find them) so I wanted to give it a crack.

It's nowhere near the same thing that they do, but I think it really sells the macabre and grotty nature of the cow skull and doesn't look half bad in the process. One day I'll do the cool stuff though.

WIZARD! TESTICULAR! TORSION!!!!!!!!!!

Still gotta learn how to render cloth folds.

This was me dramatically kicking the door down when I realised I had a new idea for a video game to make. This is definitely a more accurate depiction of how inspiration feels for me than anything else.

Madvillainy!

I knew from the moment I started studying metallic objects under light that I had to take a crack at the illest villain. Even just from recreating the album cover, I feel so much more knowledgeable in shading metal. You gotta get those hard transitions between highlights and shadows to sell the shine.

Almost there! This was a tribute to all the PHENOMENAL art I find on here. Like HOLY HELL everybody is so talented. Sometimes it can be demotivating, but then I remember that I could be phenomenal if I keep up with the practice. And that is the BEST feeling.

Seriously though, if you're an artist on tumblr and you're reading this, without exception you are unbelievably amazing at what you do. I haven't seen a single piece that didn't absolutely rock.

And that brings us to the last one!

I did a little caricature of all the different forms of art and expression I did throughout the year.

Clockwise from the green we have witch, punk, cyber, trans, goth, everyday, Rodney (character in my short film) and media versions of who I am. Isn't that cute?

Decided to go back and do a rundown of all my pieces and make a little recap within a recap.

But that's the lot! 2023 was a super fun year and I attribute a majority of that to this project. If you're reading this and you have something you want to do, this is your sign to just do it! Forget about new years resolutions, start today. Right now. Doesn't matter what it is, if you start now and do it every day, you'll get it done. 5 minutes, an hour, 30 seconds, whatever. This is the best choice I've ever made and that's why I'm doing it again!

A lot of the stuff I make is private or classified, but I'm gonna post all the publicly presentable stuff here, cause why not!

Anyway, that's all. Take care, stay hydrated, eat your greens, love you xx

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[1ove1anguage]

this is the only thing that matters

#this little plush is the best thing I have ever seen in my whole life #I could cry just looking at it #plushies

[dadsperm]

𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 - ft. Shoto — Natsuo — Touya — Enji

Shoto Todoroki is your classmate. He is a little younger than you, making you a mature student. While you decided to leave your hometown to attend university, he lives at home with his family. The minute he laid eyes on you, he couldn't help but think you were cute. Too young for you, though, not your type in the least. He's so sweet, but you like them older. You know about his little crush, but you're not the type to make him feel bad about it. Maybe you're the type to lead him on at college parties, however. Kissing his cheeks when you're drunk and telling him that you love him. You don't. You're just a bitch, you suppose.

Natsuo Todoroki is your boyfriend. You couldn't resist him to be honest. He's the type of boy your mother would love you to marry. A med student with a bright future and heaps of potential. A man who could take care of you and provide for you. Oh, if only your mother new how well he takes care of you. He's a soft and gentle lover who has nothing but infinite praise and affection as he fucks you open on his massive cock and fills your wet walls with the cum from his enormous breeder balls. Shoto regrets introducing you to his family, sometimes. Maybe then he would have been in with a chance rather than having to listen to you get ploughed by Natsuo in the next room.

Touya Todoroki is older. Black dyed hair and infinite tattoos. He is the type of boy your mother would warn you away from. Hell, she'd probably have a heart attack if she set her sights on him. At least she can rest easy that you made the right choice. Technically. Touya knew he had to have you when Shoto brought you home. A cute little thing he could corrupt, mark and defile. And that, he did. You're weak to men, it is your fatal flaw. His voice a few octaves lower and a couple of compliments later and he was tugging your panties down from under your skirt for the first time. 'I didn't think this would be so easy.' he told you, you remember it clearly. 'What can I say? You made me wet.' He'd never heard a girl be so brazen and confident before. And that made his cock hard. The cock he used to pummel into your plush insides while you realised big cocks and balls must run in the family. And it didn't stop after just the once. You'd sneak into his room at night so that you could get fingered or suck him off. He's mean. Nothing like Natsuo. But truthfully, the degrading made it hotter. Made you wetter.

Enji Todoroki was an accomplishment. If you'd known he was a viable option from the start, you never would have fucked around with the other two. Natsuo can be as nice as he likes and Touya can be as hot as he wants. But there's something about Enji that they can't compare to. He's a dad. There's something about dads that fuel you with a sickly lust that can only be satiated by having your womb flooded. And if only you knew he wouldn't give a fuck about his wife after seeing your tight pussy, you would have flashed him sooner. He came into Natsuo's room to collect laundry. Enji didn't expect to see you face down with your cute ass in the air and fingers stuffed in your sodden, puffy folds. He ran away, startled. But you knew he'd want to jerk off to it later. And while no one else was home, you couldn't deprive yourself of him. He'd already seen your pussy. How tight and shapable it is. How he could fuck and mold and mark you. Enji is the best fuck you've ever had in your God damn life. The biggest cock you've ever taken in your God damn life. The meanest dom you've ever ever fucked in your whole entire fucking life. He choked you until your eyes poured while he thrusted his monstrously heavy shaft inside your tiny pussy. 'I've heard you before. Having sex with my boys. But it's odd, you feel as tight as a virgin.' he told you. Your tongue lolled out and eyes rolled over white. 'I- 'm a virgin f'you. Wanna be your plaything, daddy.' he realised, then, what this was all about. 'Little whore. You want to fuck your boyfriends dad, hm? Bet you don't want me to pull out either, do you? Silly girl. I bet you can't decide if you want me to be your dad or if you want to help make me one again. How about you cum for me, hm? See how much tighter you can get around daddy's cock. Take my cum until you're so full you can't keep it inside of you. That's what little whores like, don't they? They like being filled to the brim with dads cum.'

©𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌 — stealing is for ugly people, don't touch my stuff

DISCLAIMER — I got inspired to write this after reading @toyomitsus dad nanami thing which you should all read its tasty — its here :)

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[c-is-for-circinate]

For a long, large part of my life, being queer in a media landscape--finding queerness in a media landscape--has meant theft.

I'm a Fandom Old, somehow, these days, older than most and younger than some, in that way that's grown associated with grumpy crotchetyness and shotguns on porches and back in my day, we had to wade through our Yahoo Groups mailing lists uphill both ways, boring and irrelevant anecdotes from Back In Those Days when homophobia clearly worked differently than it does now, probably because we weren't trying hard enough. I've seen a lot of stories through the years. I've read a lot of fanfic. (More days than not, for the past twenty years. I've read a lot of fanfic.)

When people my age start groaning and sighing at conversations about representation and queerbaiting, when we roll our eyes and drag all the old war stories out again in the face of AO3 is terrible and Not Good Enough, so often what we say is: you Young Folks Today have no idea how hard, how scary, how limiting it was to be queer anywhere Back In Those Days. Including online, maybe especially online, including in a media landscape that hated us so much more than any one you've ever known. And that is true. Always and everywhere, again and again, it's true, we remember, it's true.

We don't talk so much about the joy of it.

Online fan spaces were my very first queer communities, ever. I was thirteen, I was fourteen, I was fifteen--I was a lonely, over-precocious "gifted kid" two years too young for my grade level in an all-girls' Catholic school in the suburbs--I lived in a world where gay people were a rumor and an insult and a news story about murder. I was straight, of course, obviously, because real people were straight and anyway I was weird enough already--I couldn't be two things strange, couldn't be gay too, but--well, I could read the stories. I could feel things about that. I would have those stories to help me, a few years later, when I knew I couldn't call myself straight any more.

And those stories were theft. There was never any doubt about that. We wrote disclaimers at the top of every fic, with the specter of Anne Rice's lawyers around every corner. We hid in back-corners of the internet, places you could only find through a link from a link from a link on somebody else's recs page, being grateful for the tiny single-fandom archives when you found them, grateful for the webrings where they existed. It was theft, all of it, the stories about characters we did not own, the videotaped episodes on your best friend's VHS player, one single episode pulled off of Limewire over the course of three days.

It was theft, we knew, to even try and find ourselves in these stories to begin with. How many fics did I read in those days about two men who'd always been straight, except for each other, in this one case, when love was stronger than sexual orientation? We stole our characters away from the heterosexual lives they were destined to have. We stole them away from writers and producers and TV networks who work overtime to shower them in Babes of the Week, to pretend that queerness was never even an option. This wasn't given to us. This wasn't meant for us. This wasn't ours to have, ever, ever in the first place. But we took it anyway.

And oh, my friends, it was glorious.

We took it. We stole. And again and again, for years and years and years, we turned that theft into an art. We looked for every opening, every crack in every sidewalk where a little sprout of queerness might grow, and we claimed it for our own and we grew whole gardens. We grew so sly and so skilled with it, learning to spot the hints of oh, this could be slashy in every new show and movie to come our way. Do you see how they left these character dynamics here, unattended on the table? How ripe they are for the pocketing. Here, I'll help you carry them. We'll make off with these so-called straight boys, and we only have to look back if somebody sets out another scene we want for our own.

We were thieves, all of us, and that was fine and that was fair, because to exist as queer in the world was theft to begin with. Stolen time, stolen moments--grand larceny of the institution of marriage, breaking and entering to rob my mother's hopes for grandchildren. Every shoplifted glance at the wrong person in the locker room (and it didn't matter if we never peeked, never dared, they called us out on it anyway). Every character in every fic whose queerness became a crime against this ex-wife, that new love interest. Every time we dared steal ourselves away from the good straight partners we didn't want to date.

And: we built ourselves a den, we thieves, wallpapered in stolen images and filled to the brim with all the words we'd written ourselves. We built ourselves a home, and we filled it with joy. Every vid and art and fic, every ship, every squee. Over and over, every straight boy protagonist who abandoned all womankind for just this one exception with his straight boy protagonist partner found gay orgasms and true love at the end.

Over and over, we said: this isn't ours, this isn't meant to be ours, you did not give this to us--but we are taking it anyway. We will burglarize you for building blocks and build ourselves a palace. These stories and this place in the world is not for us, but we exist, and you can't stop us. It's ours now, full of color and noise, a thousand peoples' ideas mosaic'ed together in celebration. We made this, and it will never be just yours again. You won't ever truly get it back, no matter how many lawyers you send, not completely. We keep what we steal.

.

Things shifted over time, of course. That's good. That's to be celebrated. Nobody should have to steal to survive. It should not be a crime, should not feel like a crime, to find yourself and your space in the world.

There were always content creators who could slip a little wink in when they laid out their wares, oh what's this over here, silly me leaving this unattended where anybody could grab it, of course there might be more over by the side door if you come around the alleyway (but if anybody asks, you didn't get this from ME). We all watched Xena marry Gabrielle, in body language and between the lines. We sat around and traded theories and rumors about whether the people writing Due South knew what they were doing when they sent their buddy cops off into the frozen north alone together at the end of the show, if they'd done it on purpose, if they knew. But over the years, slowly, thankfully, the winks became less sly.

A teenage boy put his hand on another teenage boy's hand and said, you move me, and they kissed on network TV, in a prime-time show, on FOX, and the world didn't burn down. Here and there, where they wanted to, where they could without getting caught by their bosses and managers, content creators stopped subtly nudging people around the back door and started saying, "Here. This is on offer here too, on purpose. You get to have this, too."

And of course, of course that came with a whole host of problems too. Slide around to the back door but you didn't get this from me turned into it's an item on our special menu, totally legit, you've just got to ask because the boss throws a fit if we put it out front. Shopkeepers and content creators started advertising on the sly, come buy your fix here!, hiding the fine print that says you still have to take what you've purchased home and rebuild it with your semi-legal IKEA hacks. Maybe they'll consider listing that Destiel or Sterek as a full-service menu item next year. Is that Crowley/Aziraphale the real thing or is it lite?

And those problems are real and the conversations are worth having, and it's absolutely fair to be frustrated that you can't find the ship you want on sale in anything like your color and size in a vast media landscape packed full of discount hetships and fast-fashion m/f. It's fair to be angry. It's fair to be frustrated. Queerbait is a word that exists for a reason.

There's a part of me that hurts, though, every time the topic comes up. It's a confusing, bad-mannered part of me, but it's still very real. And it's not because I'm fawning for crumbs, trying to be the Good, Non-Threatening Gay. It's not that I'm scared and traumatized by the thought of what might happen if we dare raise our voices and ask for attention. (Well. Not mostly. I'll always remember being quiet and scared and fifteen, but it's been a long two decades since then. I know how to ask for a hell of a lot more now.)

It's because I remember that cozy, plush-wallpapered den of joyful thieves. I remember you keep what you steal.

Every single time--every time--when a story I love sets a couple of characters out on a low, unguarded table, perfectly placed to be pilfered on the sly and taken home and smushed together like a couple of dolls, my very first thought is always, always joy. Always, that instinct says, yay! Says, this is ours now. As soon as I go home and crawl into that pillow-fort den, my instincts say, I will surely find people already at work combing through spoils and finding new ways to combine them, new ways to make them our own. I know there's fic for that. I've already seen fic for that, and I wasn't really interested last time, but the new store display's got my brain churning, and I can't wait to see what the crew back at the hideout does with this.

Every time, that's where my brain goes. And oh, when I realize the display's put out on purpose, that somebody snuck in a legitimate special menu item, when the proprietor gives me the nod and wink and says, you don't have to come around the side, I know it's not much but here--there is so much joy and relief and hope in me from that! Oh, what we can make with these beautiful building blocks. Oh what a story we can craft from the pieces. Oh, the things we can cobble together. Look at that, this one's a little skimpy on parts but we can supplement it, this one's got a whole outline we can fill in however we want. This one technically comes semi-preassembled, and that's boring as shit and a pain to take back apart, but that's fine, we'll manage. We're artists and thieves. I bet someone's pulling out the AU saw to cut it to pieces already.

And then I get back to our den, which has moved addresses a dozen times over the years and mostly hangs out on Tumblr now (and the roof leaks and the landlord's sketchy as fuck but at least they don't charge rent, and we've made worse places our own). And I show up, ready for joy--ready for a dozen other people who saw that low-hanging fruit on that unguarded table, who got the nod and wink about the special menu item, who're ready to get so excited about this newest haul. Did you see what we picked up? The theft was so easy, practically begging to be stolen. The last owner was an idiot with no idea what to do with it. The last owner knew exactly what it could become, bless their heart, under a craftsman with more time on their hands, so they looked away on purpose at just the right time to let me take it home. I show up every time ready for our space, the place that fed me on joy and self-confidence when I was fifteen and starving. The place that taught me, yes, we are thieves, because it is RIGHT to take what we need, and the beautiful things we create are their own justification. We are thieves, and that's wonderful, because nothing is handed to us and that means we get to build our own palaces. We get to keep everything we steal.

I go home, and even knowing the world is different, my instincts and heart are waiting for that. And I walk in the door, and I look at my dash, and I glance over at twitter, and--

And people are angry, again. Angry at the slim pickings from the hidden special menu. So, so tired and angry, at once again having to steal.

And they're right to be! Sometimes (often, maybe) I think they're angry at the wrong people--more angry with the shopkeeper who offers the bite-sized sampler platter of side characters or sneaks their queer content in on the special menu than the ones who don't include it at all. But it's not wrong to be mad that Disney's once again advertising their First Gay Character only to find out it's a tiny sprinkle of a one-line extra on an otherwise straight sundae. It's not wrong to be furious at the world because you've spent your whole life needing to be a thief to survive. It's far from wrong. I'm angry about it too.

But this was my den of thieves, my chop shop, my makerspace. Growing up in fandom, I learned to pick the locks on stories and crack the safes of subtext at the very same time I learned to create. They were the same thing, the same art. We are thieves, my heart says, we are thieves, and that's what makes us better than the people we steal from. We deconstruct every time we create. We build better things out of the pieces.

And people are angry that the pre-fab materials are too hard to find, the pickings too slim, the items on sale too limited? Yes, of course they are, of course they should be--but my heart. Oh, my heart. Every single time, just a little bit, it breaks.

Of course the stories are terrible (they have always been terrible). Of course they are, but we are thieves. We steal the best parts and cobble them back together and what we make is better than it was before. The craftsman's eye that cases a story for weak points, for blank spaces, for anywhere we can fit a crowbar and pry apart this casing--that's skill and art and joy. Of course we shouldn't have to, of course we shouldn't have to, but I still love it. I still want it, crave it. I still thrill every time I see it, a story with hairline cracks that we can work open with clever hands to let the queer in.

That used to be cause for celebration, around here. I ask him to go back to the ruins of Aeor with me, two men together alone on an expedition in the frozen north, it feels like a gift. And I understand why some people take it as an insult. I understand not good enough. I understand how something can feel like a few drops of water to someone dying of thirst, like a slap in the face. If it was so easy to sneak it hidden onto the special menu, to place it on the unguarded side table for someone else to run off to, why not let it sit out front and center in the first place? I know it's frustrating. It should be. We should fight. We should always fight. I know why.

But my heart, oh, my heart. My heart only knows what it's been taught. My heart sees, this thing right here, the proprietor left it there for you with a nod and a wink because they Get It. It's not put together yet, but it's better that way anyway. It's so full of pieces to pull apart and reassemble. I bet they've got a whole mosaic wall going up at home already. We can bring it home and make it OURS, more than it was ever theirs, forget half of what it came from and grow a new garden in what remains.

And I go home to find anger, and my heart breaks instead.

#I don't actually know how to tag this #representation #maybe? #C needs help feeding the dinosaurs #because this is very much about being a fandom old #probably also #driveby meta attack #because that's where I keep my impromptu rambles #CR spoilers #technically I guess? #there's one line that references the finale #fandom history

[juletheghoul]

Burning Hour (Part 3)

This series has completely taken over my life and I am so happy you are all enjoying it so much - thank you for all of the lovely messages and comments - I treasure them deeply.

So - you shouldn't be surprised that this particular moment on the red carpet absolutely inspired a scene in this story and I regret nothing. Hope you all enjoy this fantasy that's keeping me going lol.

Din Djarin x F!Reader (Virgin reader)

Pairing: Din x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: (18+ NO MINORS) Angst, pining, slow-burn, implied arranged marriage, language, age-gap (about 10-11 years, legal, reader is of age) Yearning, jealousy, fingering/touching / slight dirty talk (slightly possessive)

Let me know if I missed anything!

reblogs are appreciated

Masterlist Series Masterlist Part 4

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You floated through the morning.

Your dreams were full of kisses, of declarations of love and beskar glinting under the sun and it was hard to concentrate on anything.

You smiled to yourself as you broke your fast with warm bread and butter, feeling his eyes on you from his place behind your father.

“Your highness-” Your father’s advisor came through the door holding the usual paperwork, things for him to look over, letters to read. “-A letter has come for the Princess.” He turned to you then with a smile. He was an old man, grandfatherly and sweet. He handed it to you and you noticed from the corner of your eye Din’s helmet turn towards you.

It was a small letter and you noticed how beautiful the script was as you opened it.

Dearest Princess,

I would be honoured if you were to join me here at my home for dinner. My messenger awaits your response and if you agree, I will send my personal household guard to accompany you. I also imagine your knight will be in attendance, I welcome him and whoever else you choose to bring at my table. Ruby as well of course.

Hoping you’ll say yes.

Ever yours,

Poe. D.

“It’s from Poe, he asks that I join him this evening for dinner.” You were frowning at the letter, conflicted because you wanted to stay home, wanted to meet Din in the garden again. A tiny part of you however, the tiniest part wanted to say yes - wanted to see how Poe would behave. Part of you wanted him to do something unforgivable to wipe the smiles off your parents faces.

“Oh but you must go!” Your father’s voice boomed through the room and you imagined that you could almost hear Din’s jaw clenching.

“Yes my darling, you must go. What does the letter say?” Your mother held her hand out and you handed it to her. She smiled as she read it. “Din, you must accompany her.” She was smiling big, excited at the prospect of a match having been made. No one bothered to ask if you wanted to go.

“Yes of course, let his messenger know that the Princess will be in attendance. She will go, Din- I leave her safety in your hands. Take you who must.” It had been decided for you, and you had to accept it. You felt Mila’s hand grasp yours under the table in understanding.

-

“Which gown would you like to wear your highness?” She asked sadly as you put on your undergarments and you sighed.

Whichever one makes everyone leave me alone.

“Whichever you think would look best sweetling, I have no preference.” You said the words and they were honest. Yes - Poe was charming and sweet, handsome and in another life you would have been faint with excitement at his interest in you but you were in love with Din. He was the one you wanted to share a meal with. He was the one you wanted to kiss in the open - to have holding your hand as you sat together in front of the hearth. He was the one you wanted in your bed.

“How about this one?” She held out a lovely powder blue gown. You would have said no, something more plain but you had to be seen to be making an effort.

“Yes, that will do nicely.” You smiled but it didn’t reach your eyes. She didn’t comment on it.

“I will tie a blue ribbon around Ruby’s neck to match, and I think you have some sapphires as well.” She brought over a tray of jewelry for you to peruse while she laced up your gown.

Your mind drifted to an interesting place. You imagined you were preparing for dinner with Din and imagined your knight picking out jewels for you to wear.

Would he prefer diamonds? Would he like me better in opals or emeralds?

You had a feeling he wouldn’t mind either way, but it was lovely to pretend even for a moment. She placed a dark blue cloak about your shoulders and stood back.

“You look beautiful Princess, the blue looks lovely against your skin.” She held up a silvered looking glass and you saw the reflection of a happy woman, although why she was happy - no one could know.

“Thank you sweetling, let's get this night over with shall we?” You smiled at her as you both made your way outside.

---

Din, along with five of his best knights, waited for her to set out for Damerons home. Damerons own household guard waited as well, having been sent to accompany her and he surveyed them. They seemed competent enough, he gave them their space nonetheless.

It was getting more and more difficult to put the future out of his mind - he knew that the Princess would marry at some point, it was her duty as Queen. She might even marry Poe - he knew that objectively they were a good match but his mind simply couldn’t stay objective. Not when it came to her.

This whole thing was moving faster than he hoped and he didn’t know what he could do about it.

You have to face facts Djarin, you’ll never marry her. You are a knight, she is a Princess, there is no place for you. Maybe you should just let her go.

It was in him to do so, to ignore his feelings for her; to find Gisela and ask her to marry him - have a couple of little ones and pray for things to work out. The harsh words to get her to hate him on the tip of his tongue but they evaporated like dew on a sunny day when he saw her come out to meet him.

She was a gem- a bright, glittering thing that he wanted so desperately to hold onto.

“I am ready Sir, shall we?” She smiled shyly and he nodded.

“Of course Princess, allow me.” He guided her into the wheelhouse, dreading and cherishing every single second.

--

The ride was uneventful, the road was quiet thankfully with nothing to see but long swathes of trees and greenery in the gloaming of the evening.

Ruby was napping softly in your lap but woke quickly when you arrived, her little tail wagging happily at the prospect of exploring.

“Yes my little darling - we are here.” She was in Mila’s arms when you pet her, the two of you waiting for the wheelhouse to come to a stop.

Din opened the door for you, he was helping you climb down when you heard Poe’s voice sounding out.

“Princess, I am so pleased you agreed to come-” He was striding over, his squire on his heels. “-I am happy to see you all. Please - be welcome.” He was smiling big at everyone as his guards retreated, no doubt returning to their posts. He crouched quickly to pet Ruby before approaching you.

“Hello Poe, I thank you for your invitation.” You smiled as you took in your surroundings. His home was a beautiful sprawling estate. He must have been wealthier than you thought. “You must give me a tour of the grounds - I would love to see the gardens.” You smiled at him as he offered you his arm.

“Of course Princess, I will show you whatever you wish after our meal - unless you’d like to go now?” He paused for a moment.

“After dinner would be just fine.” You answered as he guided all of you inside.

--

You weren’t sure what to expect about his home when the letter had come in earlier but it was a pleasant surprise. There were fresh cut flowers everywhere, painstakingly detailed tapestries hung up on the walls as you made your way to the large dining room. Lush carpets and plush chairs, truly a man who enjoyed his comforts.

“You have a lovely home Poe.” You smiled as he led you to your seat.

“I thank you Princess -“ He turned to Din and the other Mandalorians waiting by the table. “-Please, sit with us. I meant what I said, you are all welcome at my table.” He gestured to them to sit.

“I do not wish to intrude, we would be happy to eat with the rest of your household guard.” Din replied, his voice was clipped however.

“Nonsense. I insist, I dare say the Princess would be more comfortable if you were to join us.” He said it with an easy smile and Din hesitated slightly before agreeing. They all sat, lining their helmets up before them.

Din barely spoke.

He had never been one for long speeches - you were unsure whether it was because of the helmet, or just his nature. The other Mandalorians were friendlier and Poe took it all in stride. You could see that he took nothing personal and treated them just as he treated you.

Aside from Din’s cool demeanor and Poe’s etiquette, the dinner went well. The food was wonderful and you didn’t fail to notice some of your favourites on the menu.

“I took the liberty of finding out what you like to eat.” He said it quietly, not wanting to draw attention and you favoured him with a smile. It was hard not to like him, he was very thoughtful.

Once the meal was done, he fulfilled his promise and escorted you outside. It was much more open than the gardens back home - everything illuminated by torches and lanterns. There were flowers and neatly pruned shrubbery surrounding the large building. You noticed a stable on one side, as well a modest greenhouse on the other.

“It’s nothing compared to what you’re used to but I enjoy it. The kennels are just behind the stables and there are flowers and different fruit trees just to the right there - that’s where they get the most sun. I’m afraid the night doesn’t do it justice, it’s much lovelier during the day.” He was walking you through the grounds, your arm tucked under his as your party followed.

“It’s lovely, truly.” You were sincere and you couldn’t help but look up, the sky awash in stars. “I would imagine you must spend a lot of time out here.” You let him guide the way.

“Not as often as I'd like to, but I try. Perhaps when we marry I’ll make more of an effort.” He said it with a wink and you scoffed loudly but without malice.

“Oh is that so? Well then I suppose I’ll have to change some things around since in your mind I’ll live here hm?” Your tone was playful but sarcastic and you were acutely aware of Din following the two of you.

“Oh yes Princess, I am quite sure. My home is yours and you may do with it what you will. I live only to make you happy.” He was just as playful and as annoyed as you were that he was so confident in your union, it was also aggravatingly refreshing to be able to speak to someone so honestly - better yet for them to respond in kind.

You ignored it, Poe was charming, that’s all.

Much to your annoyance, the night was enjoyable. Poe was an excellent host and it was later than you had originally planned when you set off for home. The woods were pitch black in some spots, it made you anxious to ride in the wheelhouse while the world outside seemed like it didn’t exist. The soft light of the moon doing nothing to pierce through the darkness of the road at times.

Reaching the palace had been a relief and you said as much when you stepped out.

“You should have told me Princess, I would have ridden in it with you - if it would have helped.” He spoke as he guided you inside. You had wanted to, but the temptation of having him so close would have been too much - and as much as Mila knew about your feelings towards him - you didn’t want her to see you kissing him.

You patted his arm in silent thanks and he said nothing else.

When you reached your room you hesitated at the door, wanting him to pull you away somewhere but he didn’t - instead he waited until Mila got in. He took his helmet off and you smiled at the state of his hair. Your fingers itched to ruffle through it.

“Princess, if it’s not too late, I would ask you to join me for a midnight ride.” He waited for your answer and your smile widened.

“Of course! Would you permit me to change quickly?” You didn’t want to ride in such a stuffy gown - as beautiful as it was.

“I will wait however long it takes.” He motioned for you to go and you did - urging Mila to help you once you reached your bedchamber.

“The soft linen dress I think - with the long shift and the heavy cloak. I want to be comfortable and warm.” You changed as fast as humanly possible - all but ripping the jewelry off and within a few minutes you were rushing out the door. The two of you making your way towards the stables as silently as possible.

You watched him work deftly, his skilled hands saddling his horse with ease. One horse, not two.

“Are we to ride together?” You looked at him confused.

“Is this a problem for you Princess? I thought it might be quicker to get us to safety should something happen if we were on the same horse. I could saddle you your own if you prefer - we just wouldn’t travel too far.” He hesitated momentarily and your heart leapt at the thought that he would be holding you so closely.

“I trust your judgment Sir, one horse it is.” You kept your voice neutral and he nodded, finishing his work quickly. Once he was done - he helped you up and pulled himself up behind you. The cool beskar pressed up against your back as his arms reached around you to grab the reins.

Your dress pooled up around your thighs slightly, but your legs were covered by your big cloak but it was exciting nonetheless. You felt exposed, with his proximity it excited you way more than it should have. It felt forbidden, taboo and thrilling to have it feel like he was holding you. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning back into his body slightly but he didn’t complain.

The ride through the forest was quiet except for the sound of the night birds, the crickets and the creatures that prowled at this time. The sound of the horses' steps, the sound of its breathing mixing with yours as well as Din’s. He rode through trees, through the little paths only he seemed to know and after a while you were beside a lake. The soft sound of the water kissing the shore added to the nightsong and you were happy that he had brought you here. He had been silent the whole ride, but you felt him take his helmet off behind you and secure it somehow to the saddle.

“You should know that you looked exceptionally lovely today Princess, blue is your colour.” His breath tickled your neck and you shivered. You turned slightly to look back but you couldn’t fully face him, the angle awkward but he kissed you just under your ear to let you know it was okay.

“I thank you Sir, I hoped you would like it.” You leaned back into his arms to tuck your head under his chin.

“You wore that for me? I thought you wore it for Dameron.” His hands came up to hold onto your arms as he pressed little kisses to your neck.

“I always dress for you.” You left it at that, hoping he would understand that despite everything- he was the one you wanted.

“Can I confess something?” His hand came up to slowly undo the cloak tied at your throat.

“Yes, anything.” You answered almost breathlessly, watching his hands open up the cloak to expose your shoulders, the skin of your thighs poking out where the dress had bunched up even more.

“You might think me wicked but, I thought about what it would be like to kiss you.” His hand trailed down as he spoke, rubbing at your thighs over your dress and you watched them in the low light of the moon, mesmerized.

“You’ve kissed me before Sir, you could kiss me now.” You turned a little more but he stopped you.

“I wasn’t thinking about kissing your mouth lovely girl, I was thinking about kissing you somewhere else.” His hands slowly gathered the fabric of your dress, bunching it in his fist - lifting it inch by inch to bare your legs to him. “May I show you where I want to kiss you?” He stopped but you clung onto his arms around you.

“Yes - please show me.” You felt is other hand join the fray and soon he had exposed your lower half to the cool night air. Your undergarments were damp you knew it - the arousal pooling low in your belly at the thought that he might touch you where you most wanted him to. He didn’t disappoint.

His hand trailed up your inner thigh lightly, slowly, up until he skillfully slid it into your undergarments. He groaned deep in his chest when he touched your bare sex.

“Right here. I long to kiss you, taste you here.” His touch was feather light on the lips of your womanhood, slipping along the seam of you. You whimpered, no one had ever touched you here and you felt the slick dripping out of you as you let him explore. “Would you let me Princess? Would you let me bury my tongue right here?” He dipped his fingers low, parting you slightly to dip his fingers just at the entrance - collecting your arousal onto his fingers before slipping them out and bringing them to his mouth behind you. You moaned at the sound of him sucking you off of them and you nodded frantically.

“Yes Din, I would let you - I’m yours.” You moaned the words and his other hand held you in place.

“And I am yours.” He responded before bringing his hand back to where you craved it, this time he spread the lips of your cunt open wide, honing his middle finger on the pearl of your sex. He rubbed tight, slow circles around it and you moaned - trying desperately to open your legs wider. He chuckled darkly behind you.

“Does that feel good Princess?” He turned your face with his other hand, twisting his upper body enough to capture your mouth in a messy kiss, not quite aligned but it sent a shiver of arousal through you and you felt yourself climbing higher and higher- his finger relentless as he sped up a little.

“Yes - Gods yes - it feels so good Din, I thought about you too.” You moaned the words into his mouth. “I think about you touching me like this, when I do it to myself.” He groaned at your confession, his tongue thick in your mouth when he kissed you again.

His finger dipped low to collect more wetness and the glide of it was just right, just slippery enough to send you over the edge and you almost screamed. Your body seizing up with pleasure as your sex clenched around nothing. He cooed into your ear as you rode it out.

“You are intoxicating my lovely one.” He kissed your neck, as he lowered your skirts.

You watched him, blissed out and boneless as he licked his fingers before grabbing the reins again and slowly making his way back to the palace.

-

Mila was snoring softly when you slipped into the room and you were careful not to wake her and as tired as you were from travel it took you a long time to fall asleep. Your heart full of love for Din and a hunger you couldn’t satiate filled your belly. It was a craving for his body, for his kisses, for physical love a woman shared with her husband. You fell asleep hoping - though secretly knowing- that he craved you the same way.

—-

As happy as you were when you awoke the next morning, it was quickly dampened - your father informed you that Poe was to arrive at the Palace as his honoured guest. That he was to stay for a time as a gesture of good will.

You saw right through it.

Your parents had decided that Poe was the suitor they wanted for you and they weren’t being at all subtle.

They informed you with big smiles on their faces, no doubt in hopes of pushing you towards him. It was exhausting - this constant reminder that you would never be truly free to live the life you wanted with Din.

When Poe arrived, he was happy - taking this as a sign that he was winning you over.

“Greetings Princess, I cannot tell you how happy I am to be able to spend more time with you.” He was all smiles and you had no choice but to smile back.

“It will be interesting for sure.” With the way you felt about Din, the intense desire to be around him was at the forefront of your mind. As well as the way Din behaved around Poe, it would definitely be interesting to say the least.

—

Your father invited Poe to dine at your private table, and he engaged him in conversation almost the whole night. They spoke of the future, of how Poe would help rule if he were indeed to marry you. Your mother smiled silently, happy to let the conversation center around the two of you.

Din stood still behind your fathers chair and you wanted nothing more than to pull him to sit with you. To talk to him, kiss him and feed him from your own plate.

“I would want to help people to be quite honest, extend a hand to those that aren’t as fortunate as us. There are people out there starving and that doesn’t sit right with me.” He was honest, to a fault like he said but you admired that.

“That’s very noble of you my boy.” The king nodded.

“It’s very honourable isn’t it my darling?” Your mother smiled at you and you smiled back, nodding around a bite of your food.

“I’m sure the Princess and I could do much and more to help the people who need it the most, if she would let me that is.” He had a shy, genuine smile for you, tentatively reaching over and taking your hand in his. You couldn’t very well snatch it back but you felt Din’s eyes burning into the interaction.

This could get messy.

“Princess, I would humbly ask that you accompany me for a walk through the grounds - chaperoned by your knight of course.” He asked as the remnants of the meal were taken away.

“Oh I’m sure she’d love to join you wouldn’t you sweetling?” Your mother cooed, and you smiled and nodded.

“Yes of course.” You let him guide you, Din following closely behind.

—

“I hope I’m not intruding - I know that the King and Queen are very keen for this to work between us.” He held your hand as you walked arm in arm and you couldn’t help but sigh softly.

“Yes they are aren’t they.” Your tone came out a little more exasperated than you’d hoped but he was well aware that you were not to be swayed by him so easily, you knew he should expect some hesitancy from you.

“I understand that you aren’t impressed and that I am most likely not your first choice. For all I know you might already have your eye on someone else.” He laughed and you couldn’t help but look over your shoulder at Din. “Regardless of that Princess, I know this must be difficult for you but I beg of you to give me a chance to show you that there is potential here. I believe that in time you might come to love me.” He pulled your hand up to his mouth and kissed your fingers.

“You are selling yourself quite hard Poe, I appreciate that you understand that my feelings for you aren’t where you want them to be.” You looked up at him apologetically, expecting him to have a sad look on his face but he surprised you; he was smiling - content to listen to you speak.

“I know, it’s not in you right now but I believe you will see me in a different light. I have faith.” He left the conversation there.

——

It was hard to find time to meet with Din, Poe seemed to be everywhere and his determination seemingly had no bounds.

Your mother found you as you dressed for the day - she had a note from Poe. He was asking you to accompany him into town to hand out some supplies. You couldn’t refuse him, not when your mother had delivered it herself.

“Will Din accompany us?” You asked it offhand, your voice neutral - your face a mask of nonchalance.

“No your father is going on a hunt and Din will be protecting him, there will be other guards with you.” She said it with a shake of her hand as she searched your wardrobe for an appropriate dress. “This will do nicely.” She picked out an off the shoulder, deep berry coloured dress that was not at all practical for a day out in the city.

It would have to do.

-

He had taken you to an orphanage in the heart of the city. There were kids running around of all ages and the older ones ran towards Poe when you entered - recognizing him. He had a big smile on his face as they hugged him around the middle, all decorum forgotten.

“Poe did you bring us anything?” A boy of about twelve years was eager, looking around you to the entourage of guards waiting behind you.

“Of course, brought all of you some good stuff like I always do.” He ruffled the boys hair before he held his hand out to you, you smiled and stepped forward. “I have someone very special here with me today, this is the Princess. Come on over and say hello.” He called them over to you and you saw some of the little girls eyes light up. They flocked to you, asking you if you were indeed the Princess. Asked you if you had a crown, and most importantly why you were there. They were precious.

“She’s here to help just like I am.” Poe answered for you.

A little girl of about six pulled on your dress and you lowered yourself slightly to be at her level.

“Princess, I like your dress, you’re so pretty.” She was smiling at you, her hair was a tangle but her eyes were bright.

“Thank you sweetling, you are much prettier I must say.” You moved the hair out of her eyes and she smiled wide, her little hand clutching at a makeshift cloth doll.

You helped Poe hand out toys and new clothes and there was food for them to eat. You spent the day playing with them and learning about their lives. The women who ran the orphanage knew him and you saw that all of the talk of helping the less fortunate was real, he had already been doing much more than you had ever even imagined.

It was hard to deny the little spark of something that he held within you.

He was handsome, he was kind and smart- funny and generous and with the way his eyes found yours throughout the day; he felt something for you. His eyes were piercing, dark and mysterious and for the first time, he gave you butterflies.

One of the little ones was showing you his space within the building, his bed and his tiny toy horse. He was waxing poetic about how one day he would be a knight. You were smiling at him when Poe stood next to you, his gaze heavy and it sent a flush crawling up your neck to light up your ears.

The fabric at his neck was crumpled and you couldn’t help but reach up to fix it, your arm extended over to him and his gaze focused on it, reached up to hold it to his neck. He placed a delicate kiss to your bicep and pulled you closer. The act was small, but so intimate it did something to you. Melted a tiny piece of you that up until now was frozen to him and he saw it on your face. Felt it in the way you let him hold you close, your arm still around his neck, his hand moving down to hold onto your waist.

The little boy was in front of you now, asking Poe if he would ever give him a real horse and he laughed, not unkindly.

“One day my boy, one day I will give you a horse - only if you promise to behave and be on your best behaviour. Can you do that?” The little boy nodded sagely promising he would. You didn’t pull your arm away, and you couldn’t pinpoint why.

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[venusguks]

Unlike You

pairing : jeon jungkook x fem!reader

summary : As daydreamy and romantic as you are, you decided true love was going to have to wait for you tonight. That was because tonight, you were getting laid !! ...Your best friend doesn’t make it easy for you when he finds out why, though.

warnings : smut, dom!jk, sub!reader, unprotected seggs, fluff, bsf!jk, degredation, dumbification, possessive jk, jealous jk, fun sexy times, jk is whipped for mc, oral (fem receiving), body worshipping, jimin/reader but only for a sec

“A club?” Jungkook raised his brow.

He was incredulous and slightly displeased as he watched you pace around your room. It was rare after all, new to see you like this―in a black, satin dress with a slit high enough to make him upset. He didn’t need you catching anyone else’s attention, especially in a neon lit bar full of ravenous people.  “For the seventh time, yes, Kook,” You huff, jarring your mouth slightly to dab a dreamy red over your plush lips. 

You couldn’t recall the last time you felt so confident as you applied mascara and tickled a delicate pink over your cheeks. More than anyone, Jungkook couldn’t recall ever seeing you this way, this excited to be amidst a crowd of sweaty bodies. You honestly didn’t see why he was being so apprehensive, it wasn’t like you necessarily hated parties―you just always preferred the coziness of your home better. Huge social interactions were never your thing, and that was okay. Being an introvert wasn’t something to be ashamed of anyway, but staying in came with the everyday comforts of baggy sweatpants and sweaters.

So could anyone really blame you for your excitement? You just loved the way getting ready made you feel, missed it. You already knew you were beautiful with or without makeup, but damn did it make you feel confident.

“It’s just...” Jungkook furrowed his brows and ruffled his hair. “This isn’t like you, love. Did something happen? Are you okay? We can talk about it, if you want. Whatever it is, I’m here to listen you know.” 

You sighed exasperatedly at your best friend’s reflection through your vanity. His eyes were uncertain and full of concern as he watched your figure with crossed arms. “Koo, we’ve been over this so many times already. I’m nervous enough as it is, and you’re not helping at all. I want to do this, okay? It’s been awhile. Plus, I haven’t seen the others boys in so long.”

A part of you didn’t want to be annoyed at Jungkook for his incessant worrying, but it truly was hard not to sometimes. “You’re being such a fucking dick, you know that?! Can’t I just live my life without you being so fucking hysterical about it every time?! ” It was that winter a few months ago when you unleashed all your pent up frustration. Jungkook had always been overprotective, and you appreciated him for caring, but he just made it so hard for you to even breathe sometimes. It was the biggest argument you guys ever had when you started dating a boy a few years older. You ignored Jungkook’s calls and messages for weeks, but when you discovered that he cheated on you, Jungkook was the first to be by your side. You still remember the assurance and safety you felt in his arms; with his soft lips against your forehead, murmuring sweet consolations as you sobbed on his shoulder. After that day, Jungkook agreed to be less protective. 

“I just don’t get why it has to be a club. We could meet the hyungs anywhere else, baby.”

“Oh sure, maybe a strip club would do,” you said, chuckling when you see his shock. “I’m kidding, Koo.” Though that wouldn’t be such a bad idea...

Maybe you couldn’t blame him for being so appalled. You usually opted out whenever your friends went out to celebrate, which by the way, was rather often. Night after night, the few of them would call you, practically beg until they realized their efforts would end in vain. By the morning, notifications would spam your phone of their wild night; pictures and details that showcased hookups you didn’t need to know about. Now that you think about it, it was sort of ironic that you’d always grimace to the crude texts.

That was because tonight, you decided you were getting laid.

That’s right, to hell with sweet, wholesome love! If true love had to make you wait, true love would have to wait for you too! Your subscribing 48K readers have been expecting a new chapter of Spring’s Breath, an erotica series, which you’ve delayed for 2 whole months now. You didn’t exactly know when your writers block came, but by the fourth hour you stared at your blank screen, unable to come up with any other synonym for dick or thrust or moan; or how the overused dirty talk you wrote made you cringe―you realized the firecracker you had in writing erotica died out.

It was your dear friend, Hoseok, who suggested the whole ordeal. He was the only one who knew your secret, anyway. You had so much trust in him, so when he professed that maybe if you slept with someone, your spark would come back, you had truly considered it. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. After all, no cons would come out of it. It was just odd to think about.

You have always been such a huge romantic, your literature proved it. Jungkook nor you nor anyone would anticipate you hooking up with someone just to hook up with someone. The tenderness, the connection, the intimacy... you’ve always prioritized genuine adoration over whimsical one night stands. You were an honest daydreamer, and maybe that’s why your works would always take off.

But maybe... maybe it was okay to let go once in awhile.

When you mentioned Jungkook being less overprotective, you forgot to put an emphasis on less―because there he was, his hand possessively squeezing your inner thigh every time you even dared to look at a cute boy. You let out a frustrated sigh when he nuzzles his nose into your neck.

You tried not to mind it. It was just in his nature anyway―ever since kindergarten when he found you crying over your dropped ice cream. Jungkook left only to come back with another cone, rubbing your fat tears away with the palm of his sleeve. In elementary school, he peppered you with tiny kisses when you sobbed over the death of your kitten. You’ve only had him for a month, dedicated all your time to him and skipped play dates to care for your little serendipity―but just like that―he was lifeless. It was Jungkook who found him on the road. In middle school, he’d go through the enveloped confessions in your locker and rip them apart, saying you deserved better than any of them. You’ve always looked up to him througha lens of admiration. Everything he did for you, he did it out of thought and care. It was sweet.

It was times like these where you really started to mind though. 

You’ve been giggling with your friends for the past hour, catching up on every minuscule detail. You were sitting in a booth wedged in the middle of Jungkook and Hoseok, brimming with happiness to see Namjoon and Yoongi again. Its been so long, and your heart would swell to the stories you’ve missed out on.

The night was carrying on delightfully! ...except for the fact that Jungkook sent death glares to whoever even glanced at you. The countless of times you shyly returned someone’s gaze, only for them to rush away when they caught sight of your best friend left you agitated. When the boys were engaged in a conversation about a class they all shared together, you decided it was a good time to bring it up. 

Gulping a shot down, you let out a huff. “Kookie...”

“Yes, baby?” He whispered into your ear, his large hand grazing the access of your slitted dress.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what, love?” You sharply inhaled as Jungkook rubbed sensitive circles on your skin.

Immediately standing up, you squeezed yourself out of the booth. “I’m gonna go dance!” You yell through the loud music, avoiding Jungkook’s eyes, because seriously, the nerve of that man! The rest of your friends cheered, “We love to see you like this, y/n! Enjoy yourself, cutie!” Hoseok laughed when you blew a kiss to him. He made you feel so much more at ease, so much more confident. Okay, you got this! No use in sitting around. You couldn’t get anywhere tonight with Jungkook by your side, anyway.

Fluffing out your hair after you downed another shot, you strut your way into the dance floor. Your hips swayed in a rather alluring manner as you made your way into the crowd, your fingertips tracing seductive lines from your hips up to your waist, your neck and finally, into the air. The alcohol slowly took its effect as your confidence settled in, rolling your head back and moving your body fluidly to the loud music. 

Truth be told, you didn’t know what you were doing, just knew you must’ve looked good as hell doing it as you felt hands grip your waist. You gasped as a body pressed against your back, sticky with sweat.

“You’re so captivating, princess,” His dulcet voice was enough to make you weak...or was it the alcohol? Whatever the case, get your grip together y/n! It was just four words for star’s sake! 

“I, um, th-thank you...um! You too..” Your confidence from only moments ago dissolved with your voice. “So shy now, princess? How come? You were dancing so sexily just moments ago.” He chuckled lowly against your ear, nibbling it. You whimpered to his brazen touch, his hands guiding your hips with his. “Are you shy for me? Is that it? What a cute little princess you are... so beautiful, fuck.”

Annnnnnnnd you truly were fucked. You professed only hours ago that true love could wait, that you’d be a different woman tonight, yet you couldn’t help but feel bashful to the man’s praise. His voice and his nectar sweet words enough to make you feel wobbly.

“I’m Jimin. Can I know my princess’s name?” He pressed his hardened member against your ass, the silk thin fabric barely doing its job of coverage. “Ah Jimin,” you moaned breathlessly as he kissed your neck. “I...I’m-”

“―Mine,” a low, husky voice finished. Jungkook stood behind you, jaw clenched and arms crossed. The veins on his biceps protruded under the incandescent lights; His white shirt and tight, black jeans doing wonders to complement his physique. 

“Are you deaf? I said she’s mine so why the fuck are your hands still on her?” Jungkook had always been intimidating, even when he didn’t try―so in the rare times he did, even he scared you sometimes.

Much to your disappointment, Jimin immediately lets go, hands in the air, “sorry man, I didn’t know.”

“W-what? Wait, he isn’t my...!” Before you could try to reach for the pink haired man, Jungkook firmly takes your hand. “Y/n, we’re leaving.” You didn’t even have a second to feel shocked before he swiftly guides you through the ocean of bodies. Loud music reverberated with your disappointment, and by the time the night’s cold air stings your cheeks, you've processed what just happened―what you just missed. It’s when Jungkook latches your seatbelt on and drives that you feel anger simmer in your chest.

“Why did you...Why the fuck did you do that, Jungkook?” You were exasperated with your emotions. You just didn’t get it. You were finally having the time of your life, finally stepping out of your comfort zone, finally dancing with a guy who made you feel amazing―just to end up on a drive back home before anything could happen. “Seriously, what the hell is your problem? That was my..! He was..!” You groaned, too frustrated to conjure up words.

Jungkook scoffed, “what, y/n? He was what? Your soulmate or something?”

“I didn’t say that! And even if I think so, why does it matter?! I was having fun! I was having so much fun and you just..! (hiccup) I was having so much fun....” You cried into your hands. “I haven’t felt that way in so long, j-just for you to mess everything up. God, I can’t even muster up words right now. I hate you so much.”

“Love...” Jungkook finally sighed, shutting the engine off. You had cried the whole ride home. The anger he once felt diminished with your tears. “Baby, please look at me.” 

“F-fuck (hiccup) off, Jungkook.” You quickly unbuckled your seatbelt and opened the car door. Knowing him as long as you did, you knew he would take your chin to force you to look up at him―but you had enough of him for the night, and honestly, the whole week.

You were just so fucking frustrated at everything. At Jungkook for unnecessarily budging in, at your writers block, at your own sexual frustration left with Jimin. What did you have to offer your readers now? A heartbreak of a possible relationship that never happened with a shitty friend on the side?

You tuned out Jungkook shouting from behind you, striding to you complex and up the stairs.

It wasn’t long after you slammed the door shut that you heard it click open again. You had forgotten Jungkook had an extra spare of your keys. “Just leave me alone, Kook.” You groaned, storming off into your room.

You kicked your heels off and stomped to your bed, taking out your frustration on your pillow where your sobs were muffled. The bed dips down when Jungkook sits beside you, silent as he caressed your hair in the way he always did to soothe your nerves.

Deciding it wasn’t enough this time, he carefully lifts you up to sit on his lap, sliding his arms around your waist to pull you into his chest. Jungkook knew you long enough to know hugs were the best remedy for you, even at your angriest moments. He knew you wouldn’t push him away.

“You jerk...” You buried your face into the crook of his neck, sniffling. “I don’t get you, Kookie. Why do you always do this?”

“I...I just wanted to protect you, baby. People have bad intentions, I didn’t want to see you end up doing something you’d regret,” His voice was gentle, brushing hair strands away from your face.

“Stars, Kook, I knew what I was doing. Whether I’d end up regretting it or not, that’s for me to sort out. I didn’t need you to ‘protect’ me. I was really enjoying myself, something I haven’t done in a long time. A-and you just..! You ruined it for me.”

Jungkook scoffed, “so you liked it then, how he was touching you? You were just going to let him fuck you?”

“Yes, Kook!” You yelled. “He could’ve fucked me in the public bathroom or in his car―in front everyone for all I care! He was hot and we were in the moment and you just interrupted! I know you care for me and I’ll always appreciate you worrying but there’s a fine line where your protectiveness should be. I’m not a kid anymore, Kook.”

Jungkook was gritting his teeth, and the two of you only glared at each other before he let out a sigh. Despite him wanting to be mad, he didn’t like making you upset. If you were going to cry because of him, he wanted it to be for an entirely different reason. 

He gently cupped your cheeks, holding your gaze with tender, sad eyes. “You know I’d do anything for you, yes? That I’ve always done anything and everything I could to help you?”

You furrowed your brows, unsure of how that related to anything, but nonetheless, you nod. “Yes, I know Kook.”

“Then why didn’t you just ask me to sleep with you, hm? If you needed help so bad, why didn’t you just ask me, baby?” You stared, dumbfounded and mouth ajar as his thumbs brushed the remnants of your tears away.

“W-What are you...?”

“Was so concerned for my baby. Hoseok got drunk and told me everything I needed to know. Did you know how hurt I was? How Hoseok knew something about you that I didn’t? Especially that you were a writer, love. I thought I was your number one, how could you keep that from me?”

“O-Of course you are, Koo! You’ll always be my number one. I just...didn’t want to tell you because it was embarrassing,” you mumbled, glancing away. Damn it Jung Hoseok! After all these years, this is when he accidentally slips it out? “Nuh uh, baby, I’m not having any of that. Look at me.”

Jungkook pressed his forehead against yours, an act you were certainly no stranger to, but nevertheless making your cheeks warm. “Not only that, you wanted to go clubbing tonight just to find a stranger to help you, is that right, baby? Wore this tiny dress just so someone could fuck you? Wanted Jimin to fuck you? Wanted to write about him fucking you in the bathroom stall?” Jungkook was speaking softly, though his words were anything but as his hands left your cheeks to trace sensuous lines up your thigh.

Your hands weakly held onto his shoulders, gasping when you felt his bulge press against your sensitive core.

“What was that you said....In his car? Wanted him to fuck you in front of everybody? Wanted to be a dirty slut just for your readers?” You didn’t know how exactly this moment came to be, but his honeyed voice brought you to a daze as you grind your hips against him. You were desperate to feel more—of anything, of him—only to let out a whine when he forcefully holds you down, burying your clothed center into his bulge. 

“I don’t think so, baby. I don’t think you deserve it,” Jungkook’s hot breath tickled your ear. You whimpered as he bit it, hands squeezing your hips. “You used to be so good for me baby, used to come to me for anything. Used to be a good little girl and depend on me. I would’ve helped you, baby. Instead, you became a dirty little slut, let another man touch you. Is that what you are now? A fucking slut?”

“N-no Kookie,” a new bundle of tears welled in your eyes at his harsh words. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sh-should’ve, ah, went to you,” you felt your body succumb to his touch. His nose brushed your jaw, placing warm kisses all over your neck before he glided his tongue down to your collarbone. “Please forgive me, I-I’ll be a good girl for you now, p-promise.”

“Yeah? Wanna be a good girl for daddy?” Jungkook licks the base of your collarbone before sucking it. “Yes..ah, yes daddy. Gonna be so good for you.” 

“And yet you weren’t,” you cried as you felt teeth sink into your skin. “J-Jung― ah, Kookie stop! Please i-it hurts!”

“You deserve this, fucking slut. You know how much you hurt me tonight? You’re secretly just a desperate whore, aren’t you? Missed your tiny cunt getting fucked so much that you’d let a stranger do it for you, hm? Answer me, slut.”

You felt tears drip down your eyes, embarrassment washing over your face. “What? You’re not going to speak now?” You shook your head in desperation. You couldn’t. How could you? It was too shameful.

You yelped when Jungkook picked you up by your waist and turned you over so your face was smushed into a pillow. “Ass up, now. Don’t make me repeat myself.” He snarled, and you immediately obliged. Jungkook was on his knees, eyes lidded to your position as he rubbed slow circles on your bare ass. “My slut is voiceless now, hm? Begged to be daddy’s good girl but can’t even answer when I talk to you. Why are you being so disobedient tonight, baby?” It happened so fast you could barely gasp as your body lurched forward to the slap. It repulsed through your skin as your right cheek stung with a faint red.

“J-J-Jungkook, ah!” You cried as another slap came, face burying further into your pillow. “I’ll be obedient from now on! s-so please! I’m sorry, I-I’m sorry, daddy!”

Jungkook’s lips pulled to a smirk, grabbing a bundle of your hair before pulling you towards him. You whimpered and he bent down so he could see your face, tisking. “Oh, my poor baby. Did that hurt? Want to be a good little girl for daddy now?” You nodded ferociously, “p-please yes daddy! I-I’ll be so good for you. Please let me be good for you!” 

Jungkook’s dick felt constrained in his tight pants. He licked his lips to your messy, desperate state. Your eyes were red and puffy, lips just the same as heavy tears streamed down your eyes. Fuck, what Jungkook would give to fuck you senseless right then and there. But no, he needed to wait, needed to be patient. You deserved this.

“Make up your fucking mind, slut. If you want to be a good girl, then take your punishment like a good girl,” Jungkook pushed your face back into the pillow before slapping your ass once more. 

You didn’t know how long it went on, only knew the room was filled with your sobbing and the alarming sound of the contact that met your bruised skin. It hurt, it hurt so much. Your thighs were trembling and both your cheeks were a lovely shade of red and purple. But no matter how much you screamed your endless arrays of i’m sorry’s, Jungkook didn’t fail to notice how your juices soaked your underwear and spilled down your thighs

“Already making such a mess baby,” He groaned to the sight, palming himself to his creation. 

“P-please....hurts so bad...please let me l-lay down daddy, can’t hold myself much longer, please,” Jungkook adored the way you sounded for him, the way he corrupted you. You were perfect there, so perfectly powerless under him. 

“Mm, keep begging baby and maybe I’ll let you,” he unbuckled his pants and discarded them, his cock throbbing to your feeble pleads. “Please, please, p-please, please daddy... please. Hurts so bad, I-I can’t... please i-i’m a good girl. I’m a good girl for daddy. I’ll do anything please.”

“Did you learn your lesson, then?”

“Yes, I-I did, daddy!”

“You’ll be a good girl and obey daddy from now on?”

“Mhm!” You nodded vigorously, and Jungkook chuckled to your desperation. He peeled your soaked thong down, lifting your limp legs momentarily to pull it off until he set you back. You were so tired you felt your thighs give up on you right then, but before you could submit to your exhaustion, Jungkook lifted your ass up higher, arching your back deeper with one hand.

“Mm I don’t think so baby. Obey daddy and keep your ass up like a good little girl.” A gasp left your quivering lips when you felt Jungkook’s breath on your throbbing core.

“You smell so sweet baby, so fucking wet for me,” Jungkook hikes your dress up and glides his tongue up your inner thigh, wiping your dripping juices clean. “Kookie, mm, please,” he trails delicate kisses over your skin, nibbling it. “Yes, baby?” 

“P-please...please Kookie..!”

“Use your words, baby. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want.” Jungkook smiles against your thigh as he hears your soft sniffles muffled by the pillow. His poor baby, always so shy. It was true he loved to tease you, tempt you, and loved making you cry for him—but more than anything, he wanted to take care of you. “Please touch me, Koo, please.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” A sharp shiver crawls across your skin when your pleads are obliged, moaning as Jungkook stuffs his face into your cunt. He kisses your clit softly. One, two, three times before sucking it with his plush lips. His hands were the only thing keeping you up now because you practically melted to the touch. The way his tongue rolled over your sensitive bud already having you see stars. “Ah...feels so good, Kookie.”

“Yeah? Would it feel even better if I do this?” He easily slides his middle finger into your slippery hole, slowly pumping in and out. “O-oh...oh my god, more please.”

“Anything for you baby, but first,” a whimper escapes your lips when you feel him leave you, that is until Jungkook swiftly but gently flips you over so you’re finally laying on your back.

Jungkook’s breath hitches to the sight of you below him, frozen for a moment to the aching pull of his heart.

“You’re so pretty baby, so pretty,” Jungkook’s voice was sweet and smooth as he helped you undress. Fuck, did you know how much you pained him? How much he held back for you, all these years, in this moment? It was so hard not to take you right then, to kiss you until you couldn’t breathe, to touch every single part of you with his lips.

Jungkook has fantasized about you ever since he could remember, but you truly went beyond his imagination. You were so fucking beautiful. 

“...so pretty here,” he kisses your cheeks and your jaw, down to your neck. “And here,” he kisses the valley between your breasts, his hands trailing down your curves. “And here,” your stomach...and finally, taking your clit back into his mouth.

“The prettiest cunt baby, dripping so much for daddy,” he murmurs. His tongue rolls around your clit, pumping two fingers in and out of your slick pussy. It was all too much, the sensations overwhelming your senses as ungodly moans escape your mouth. You felt fuzzy and almost light headed, reaching down to hold Jungkook’s curls.

Your back arches and tears stream down your eyes from the intense pleasure exhausting you, his fingers curling into your sweet spot mercilessly. “Do you like this baby?”

“Love it so much, Jungkook,” You moaned breathlessly, looking down at him through your tears and ... wow. 

Jungkook’s brows were creased as he focused on his tongue devouring your wet cunt, plunging his two fingers steadily in and out of you. His bangs were sticking to his forehead, glossed with sweat while your hands curled around the rest. 

You were taken aback with your emotions. Was it strange, how timid you felt then? Doing this with him was supposed to be sinful, yet for some reason, it felt anything but at that moment.

It was the fact that Jungkook looked so intent, so concentrated in making you feel good. How Jungkook showed his care for you, how he always did, how he was doing right now, cherishing you with his best effort. He wanted to give you the best experience he could, wanted nothing more than to make you feel good.

It was unbearable how much your heart swelled for him.

A knot tied in your stomach, and as if noticing your stare, his eyes flutter open to look at you.“Hm, does baby wanna cum now? You can do it love, cum for daddy.”

With that, you came undone in Jungkook’s mouth. Your cries filled the room, and Jungkook opened your hole wider with his fingers, devouring your cream. The sound of slurping made your cheeks heat with an impure red. “That’s my girl, so good for daddy. So sweet for me baby, so beautiful.”

When you went limp in his arms, he gives your lips one last sweet kiss before standing on his knees. Jungkook smiles at the sight of you, already so fucked out even when he was no where near finished with you. 

He crawled forward, his forehead resting over yours once again. “Did that feel good, sweetie?” You nod shyly, your chests heaving up and down together. With rosy cheeks, you weakly bring your hands up to trace his jaw. “Jungkook?”

“Yes baby?” You melted to his dulcet voice, keeping his loving gaze. It held so much affection, so much adoration for you, you wondered why you never realized it.

“Kiss me, please.”

Jungkook smiles warmly. Without hesitation, he takes your lush, sweet lips in his. It was gentle, a kind of kiss that was so tender it made you warm with reassurance. You were kissing Jungkook—your silly, annoying, bratty, and all the while, lovable best friend of 20 years. It was strange and odd but more than anything, it felt so, unmistakably right.

You took Jungkook by surprise when you deepened the kiss, your hand squeezing his hair. He chuckled softly, pulling himself back momentarily to look into your eyes. “I love you,” he whispers.

Your cheeks heat up, but you fight your timidness as you smile back, “I love you too, Kookie.” 

With that, Jungkook delves back into your lips. A kiss that wasn’t so delicate this time. Rather, untamed and furious, as if Jungkook wanted to show you how much, how long he’s wanted this all this time.

You moaned into him as his hands groped your breasts, fingers twirling your perky nipples. “Jungkookie,” you hold your breath, feeling his clothed cock press against your core. “Fuck me please. Please, I need you so bad.”

“Yeah?” He lowers himself to take a nipple into his mouth. “Tell me how much you want it baby.” He flicked, swirled, and sucked it with his tongue, alternating with the other.

“W-Want it so bad daddy. Please, n-need you to fuck my wet pussy mm, daddy please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he grins and sits up, pulling his shirt over his head, discarding his boxers and...

Oh.

Your breath hitched, blinking at Jungkook’s huge, painfully hardened cock. His tip was pink with sticky, white precum dribbling down his long member. It slightly pretruded up and its veins throbbed as if it’s been aching. And truly, he was. He’s been aching to feel your walls wrap around him for so long. You have no idea how hard he’s been trying to hold himself back for you. How painful it was to—and now, seeing you there, perfect and pretty, so shy and red just for him, Jungkook wasn’t sure he could anymore.

Jungkook needed you. He needed you getting stuffed full of his cock right now.

“I-Its so big...” You gulp as he centers himself in between your legs. “I know baby, so big and ready for your tiny cunt. Can you be a big girl and take it for me baby, hm? Let daddy fuck you until he’s satisfied? Let him use you like the little cock slut you are?”

“Y-yes daddy,” you whimper as he rubs his slick tip against your soaked, smooth cunt, sliding it back and forth. “I’m yours so please, p-please just use me daddy!”

“So good for me baby, such an obedient little slut for daddy, fuck,” Jungkook groans, slipping his tip into your lush walls. You cry as he stretches you all the way out, leaving no room for you to breathe with his tip poking your tummy. Your mind felt dizzy, mouth ajar with drool slipping out even when he hadn’t even moved yet. 

“Shiiit you should see yourself baby. Such a fucking whore for daddy’s cock. Can I move, baby? Or can this tiny little pussy not take my big cock?”

“I-I..mm, please, I can take it! Please fuck me daddy!”

“That’s my girl.” Jungkook starts off painfully slow but just as painfully hard, pushing your knees to your chest. He completely draws himself back so he can see his glistening, twitching tip before driving himself back into your core. “Shit baby, your pussy’s so, fuck, tight.” Jungkook moaned to how your breast bounced up and down every time he shoved himself in.

You were sobbing by the time he quickened his pace, the intense sensation having you light headed. Jungkook loved the way you looked under him, eyes rolled back with buried balls deep inside of you. “You like this baby? Love my cock filling you? Answer me.”

“L-love mm love so m—ah, Kookie..! f-feels so....g-good daddy.”

“Look at you, baby. Can’t even talk with daddy’s cock stuffing you. Such a dumb slut for daddy, so fucking hot baby.” Jungkook moans, juices spurting everywhere and dampening the sheets with every thrust.

“I-I’m not d-dumb..!” You whimpered, fat tears streaming down your eyes. Jungkook smirks, licking his lips.

“Aww, of course you are baby. Just a dumb little cock slut for daddy. Can only think of daddy’s cock, can you?”

You can’t bring yourself to answer, your mind too scrambled with each and every thrust. Jungkook was going so fast, so hard, you felt so full.

“That’s what I thought baby. My sweet girl, fucked dumb for daddy. You only need daddy’s cock, nothing else.” Jungkook positioned your legs over his shoulders, clenching on to them to drill deeper into your tummy.

“Oh, o-oh my god, ah d-daddy...! ‘m your slut...love your dick so m-much...love being stuffed with cock.” Jungkook groaned to your sinful moans, feeling his stomach tighten.

“Just want daddy to cum inside you, don’t you? Want daddy to fill you up until you’re dripping with my cum, baby?”

“Y-yes, please daddy! Want daddy’s cum so bad! Please give me cum..!” Jungkook shoves his thumb inside of you plush lips, and god, he’s so proud of his work, so proud of you. You were taking his thumb like a good girl, sucking it as if it were his cock.

Jungkook felt his dick throb inside of you, aching for release. He pulls his thumb out with a pop of your wet lips, coated with saliva, and rubs figures over your clit. You scream, gripping onto the sheets. it was so much, too much for you to handle. Your back arches as he abuses your clit and sloppily fucks your hole.

“J-Jung–Jungkook, ah, please! Kookie! I-I’m..!”

“Its okay, baby, its okay. Gonna cum with daddy, hm? You can do it baby, sweet girl, cum for me,” Jungkook cooes, attempting to soothe your nerves, but his words are breathless and ragged. He thrusts in and out one, two, three, four more times until he burries himself deep inside you, spurts of thick cum filling your womb.

Jungkook groans as your pussy clenches around him, and you’re a sobbing, moaning, wet mess as you milk him. “Fuck, my sweet girl. Taking my cum like a big girl baby. So good for daddy, so fucking good for me.” With his praise, you feel yourself release soon after. Jungkook continues to thrust in and out of you, helping you ride out your high.

When he feels you falter in his arms, he pulls out and lays on top of you. Both of you stay like that for awhile, exhausted and in a daze.

With your moist bodies tangled with one another’s, you shut your eyes. You can hear Jungkook’s heartbeat hammer against yours, you short-winded breaths, and the soft whirring sound of the air conditioner.

Moonlight filtered in through your windows, casting a luminescent glow on Jungkook’s skin when he pushes his upper body up, his shoulders resting on either side of you.

Jungkook had spent the whole night cherishing you, telling you how pretty you were, and yet there he was—so ethereal under midnight’s grace. How could he be real?

You bring your hand to caress his cheeks. You don’t say anything. He doesn’t either.

In that moment, so intimate and sacred, His doe, gentle eyes that you could get lost in—that hold all the lost stars of the night sky, tell you all you need to know.

You yawn, stretching your arms high up. “Here’s your order maam,” two porcelain cups of matcha are placed in front of you, steam following it’s every movement. You mumble a thank you, smiling before your eyes drift to the man at the other side of the cross walk.

He’s wearing all black as per usual, revealing the beautiful tattoos that adorned his tan skin. His hair was tousled and he looked sleepy—after all, he’d just gotten out of class—but as soon as the crosswalk lights up with green, you chuckle when he sprints across and into the shop.

The bell that hung by the door didn’t even finish ringing before he runs to you, sweeping you off your chair and into his arms. “Kookie, let me down!” You giggle, but nonetheless wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’m so proud of you baby,” he nuzzles his nose into yours. “You finally published it right? The twenty second chapter?”

a / n : ahhhhh its exactly 3:01am and i have class in the morning which is why the middle ending is super rushed sorry ! i truly wonder why i do this to myself.

this is my first smut fanfiction so i’m not sure how i did , but if anyone ever reads this , i hope you enjoyed ! i dont think im cut out to write smut, i truly did have headaches thinking of synonyms for thrust and dirty talk . i really admire smut writers ,, writing smut is not as easy as it seems !!

anyways , sending love abundance and happiness your ways. you deserve love, you’re worthy of love, and you are love.

stay safe and healthy starlights <3

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[ventismommy]

“Pets”

baal/Venti/Zhongli smut

warnings: overstim, edging, degradation, inappropriate use of visions, dom!baal

Venti was the first to stir awake, his vision hazy. The bonds of Electro around his wrists tingled against his pale skin, making him let out a small sound of discomfort that echoed in the silent room.

Zhongli awoke not long after, a deep groan escaping him as he realized he was in the same position as Venti- wrists bound, clothes torn and skin bruised, kneeling before…a throne?

Each of them realized their surroundings as they looked up.

Before them was an elaborate amethyst and yumemiru wood throne, backed by intricate screens covering the walls, all displaying the Electro sigil. And on the throne rested the Empress of Eternity, the Raiden Shogun herself.

Baal.

The expression on her face was nigh unreadable, but her posture was as unbothered as ever, legs crossed nonchalantly and her head resting in her hand as she leaned on one arm of the throne. Her guards were nowhere to be seen, but even without them, her presence was intimidating.

“So…the impotent gods themselves. It’s been a while. Barbatos, Morax.”

Zhongli’s low voice was the first to speak back. “I must say, Baal, this seems quite like a threat. Hardly polite behavior when addressing another archon-“

“Hush. You have no Gnosis, either of you. I see no archons before me. Only two fallen gods who failed to keep their reign intact.”

She stood gracefully, heels clicking against the wooden floor as she approached them. As she walked past, she gripped Venti’s hair and pulled harshly, forcing him to look back at her. The sudden movement forced a yelp from the bard.

“You have been silent, Barbatos…perhaps you suspect already why you have been brought here?”

“I-I-“ Venti’s usual snarky response refused to come, and even his stuttering was cut off by another high-pitched sound as she yanked his hair again. With a few steps she was in front of him, and she crouched to meet his eyes. Her half-gloved hand reached out to grab his chin, turning his face side to side before forcing him to face her again. He met her eyes for just a moment, but already she could see fear being replaced by…excitement? What a pathetic little masochist, she thought as she stood up abruptly, releasing his jaw.

“I will tell you why you have been brought here. So I may offer you a choice.”

“Your precious Traveler has been defeated. And yet again, you have failed to end my reign. It is only a matter of time before Inazuma reigns eternal not just over these islands, but over Mondstadt and Liyue as well. Of course, I will not offer you a place as my equal, but…even gods get lonely over the expanse of eternity. So I offer you this. Fight against me and lose, sentencing your kingdoms to destruction. Or…take your place kneeling by my throne, enjoy a life of comfort, and…your kingdoms shall be safe under my rule.”

Both were silent in response- and Baal was not having that. She glared at them.

“Perhaps I did not make myself clear. You either die fighting for regions who will be decimated the moment I strike you down, or you protect your homes and become, well…”

“Pets.”

Zhongli froze instantly, but Venti was still so hazy that it took him a moment to process. When he did, he went silent with shock, staring at Baal in that same mix of fear and excitement. She narrowed her eyes. Obviously Morax would be harder to break…

“You are not convinced? Hmm. Well…perhaps I may have to put in some extra work.”

Baal rose to her feet and approached Venti, gripping his hair again- though, gentler this time than before. Her hand moved down to caress his cheek, and a barely audible whine escaped his throat. She knelt in front of him, meeting his eyes steadily.

“You’ll be a good pet, yes?”

Venti hesitated for only a moment before nodding fervently, leaning into her hand. Her hand was just so soft…he was doing this to save Mondstadt, right?

Right?

She half-sneered at him, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him forward by it, towards her throne. He stumbled, unable to crawl properly with his hands bound, but he certainly tried his best to make it to the throne. When Baal finally settled into her seat, she smiled at him and freed his hands from the electro bonds. “Good boy,” she cooed with a condescending leer. “Up onto my lap now.”

Venti scrambled to obey, crawling up into her plush lap, but she clicked her tongue at him. “Other way, pet. Face Morax, will you?” He nodded again and turned, hesitantly meeting Zhongli’s eyes. The expression in them was a mixture of shock and disgust at how easily Venti had broken, but somehow the disgust just spurred him on.

Baal’s arms wrapped around Venti’s waist to begin undoing the buttons of his shirt. She left it on once she was done, hanging open on the anemo archon’s small frame, and let him shift his hips up so she could tug off his shorts and tights. He scrambled to do so, and when he was finally bare besides his shirt, he had to hold back an impatient whine, trying to sneakily grind his cock against the arm around his waist. Baal just chuckled at him, moving her arm away just to hear his desperate whine as he thrusted his hips into air. “Aren’t you a needy little thing, hmm?”

The words were pouring out before Venti could stop himself. “Yes, y-yes I am, pl-lease-“

Baal hushed him, grabbing his chin with one hand to make sure his face stayed turned towards Zhongli. She spat on her other hand before wrapping it around his cock. The first noise that came from Venti was a sigh of pleasure and relief, but his whole body immediately stiffened up and he keened when he felt a tiny current of electro roll through his skin. “O-oh!” He choked out in surprise, bucking his hips

up towards her hand for more of that sensation. She obliged him, the currents getting stronger as his moans rose in pitch. Venti could barely keep his eyes open to look at Zhongli, but when he did, he was surprised to see a flash of excitement in Zhongli’s eyes, one that the geo archon quickly hid behind disgust.

“Look at him, Morax. Isn’t he a pathetic little darling? Doesn’t he fit into his role of pet so well?”

She paused for a moment to cover Venti’s neck and shoulders in bites and kisses.

“I wonder how long it will take you to break too.”

Venti’s small frame shuddered and jolted with each current she sent through him, and eventually one of his hands reached back to grip Baal’s thigh for support, his nails digging in slightly. “Ha-ah, oh, o-oh that feels g-good-“ he whimpered, the condescending chuckle that Baal responded with only making him squirm even more.

Then a particularly strong current came from her hand, and there he was, stiffening up with a shudder and coming.

Baal stopped for a moment in surprise, but quickly regained her momentum. “Awww, was that too much? Too much for your pathetic little cock?” Venti squirmed and shook his head no quite insistently, giving a few embarrassed whines. “N-n-o, I can t-take mo-ore, ‘m not pa-pathetic-“

“Oh, yes you are, and I love it.”

She gave him no warning before she started up again, the currents even stronger this time. Venti yelped and thrusted up into her hand, hips struggling her loose grip, but she gave a rather tame slap to his thigh, and he settled down quickly enough. “‘m sorry, ‘m s-so-orry-“ he hiccuped, starting to tear up with sensitivity. She shushed him, though her tone was slightly gentler. “That’s alright, pet, would you like me to slow down?” Venti immediately shook his head no, trembling in her lap. More tears started rolling down his cheeks at the thought of her stopping now.

“Nononono pleas-se, don’t stop!” He cried, his nails digging in further into the flesh of Baal’s thigh. “Want m-more, more, ple-please?”

Baal hummed in agreement, but rather than speed up her pace, she shifted the way he sat on her lap, nudging his legs apart until each one rested on an arm of the throne. Venti’s moans carried a hint of confusion now, but then Baal took the hand that wasn’t around his cock and ran her fingers over his tip, collecting the precum there.

And then, those two fingers slid down to circle his hole, and Venti nearly threw his head back in pleasure when the first finger slipped inside of him.

Baal had completely taken his breath away now, starting to curl her fingers in that oh-so-perfect way once she’d added a second finger. Despite making it clear that she was in control, she was gentle with him, so gentle Venti could fool himself that she cared.

She did, of course, but he didn’t need to know that just yet.

She was careful to observe his actions, desperate and lewd as they might be. He wasn’t attempting to rock back against her fingers yet, so she assumed the stretch must still burn a bit. Baal decided slowing her pace a bit may help, but then the tiny god’s hand reached down to wrap tightly around her wrist, as if to say, “no, keep going!” She wouldn’t deny him that when he’d been so good for her so far, so she didn’t slow too much.

It was another moment before Venti started moving against her hand and she decided that meant he was alright. He was full-on crying in pleasure now; poor thing was completely overwhelmed, and Baal tried to keep that in mind when she curled her fingers gently into that perfect spot inside of him. He jerked up in her lap with a high-pitched whimper at that, babbling incoherent nonsense that occasionally included her name. She shushed him soothingly, placing tender kisses against his pale throat, but didn’t slow, wanting to push him to that edge again. Venti started to double over as if trying to hide his coming climax, but she caught him, moving her hand away from his cock momentarily to press him back against her chest. Too fucked-out to struggle against that, he slumped against her as she returned her hand to his cock, her fingers still working inside of him.

“So, pet…how do you feel about my proposal now? Have I managed to convince you?”

“Yesyesyesy-yes, wanna be y-yours, please, j-just- just- just let me cu-cum, please-“

Baal chuckled, directing a wolfish smile towards Zhongli for a moment. “Go on then, darling, you can cum.”

Venti tensed up with a string of “thankyou-“s falling from his lips. His thighs shook as he came again.

Venti’s exhausted body went limp, and Baal kissed his forehead, shifting him to the side of her lap so he could curl up against her chest. “Good boy,” she cooed at him, stroking his hair as she carefully pulled her fingers out of him.

Then, as Venti was starting to drift off in her lap, she turned to Zhongli. “Your turn, Rex Lapis,” she said, somehow managing to make the title sound so utterly disrespectful. She tapped the ground with her foot.

“Here, boy.”

Zhongli scoffed at her at first, not moving an inch. But then she snapped her fingers and a band of electro wrapped around his neck like a collar. She made a come-hither motion and the collar tugged him forward. “I said, here, boy.”

Zhongli reluctantly obeyed, unable to deny that being treated like a lapdog made his core tighten. He crawled over to her foot, looking up at her. Her hand reached down as if she were a gracious goddess, bestowing a gift, and she brushed his hair out of his face before tugging on it.

“You see, Morax, Barbatos was a good boy, and he was rewarded for it. Only good boys get rewards, only good boys get their mistress’s hand. And you have not quite met my standards. So.”

She outstretched her leg towards him, never freeing him from the electro bonds the way she had with Venti. “Go on, brat. Get off on my leg like the dog you are.”

Zhongli gave a whine of protest, wanting more than her leg, but her quick glare silenced him as she turned back to Venti, whose face she covered in kisses.

He scooted forward and settled himself in front of her leg, face burning in humiliation, and started to grind slowly against it. The first moan that came from him was almost shocked, as if he couldn’t believe something like this would feel so, so good. Even his next few moans were choked as he started rutting against her leg a little faster, turning his face to hide it in the inside of her leg. His eyes rolled back in his head when she tugged him out by the hair, forcing him to look at her. Baal tsked disapprovingly at him.

“Oh no no, that will never do. You will look at your mistress so she can watch that stubborn, bratty face melt. Now. Continue. A little faster, if you think you can handle it; perhaps if you’re a good boy I’ll let you sit on my lap and ride my thigh instead.”

That was incentive enough for Zhongli, who picked up his pace with a whimper, holding eye contact with Baal the entire time. He almost wanted to cry in shame when he, still looking her in the eyes, started to pant like a dog, overwhelmed from how good it felt. But she just cooed at him and ruffled his hair. “Awww, there we go, see? Isn’t it nice to give up control, Morax? Doesn’t it feel good?”

He nodded with a whine that was significantly lower in pitch than Venti’s, but no less adorable.

“Words, pet.”

“Y-yes mistress, ‘t feels s-s-so good, f-feels- a-ah, hah!”

She smiled graciously at his answer, and then gestured for him to come sit up on her lap, next to Venti, who was slowly stirring awake again. Immediately, Zhongli obeyed, starting to grind on her soft thigh and letting out a moan.

“Think you can be a good boy for me?” She asked him, her tone almost bored.

“Ye-es, I c-can, I promi-ise-“

“Good.”

Baal shifted Venti in her lap slightly so Zhongli would have room. Venti gave a confused whine, but she soothed him with a kiss to his forehead.

“Now, here are the rules. You go on and strip for me, Morax-“ before she even finished that sentence, Zhongli was up and pulling off his clothes, tossing them to the side and settling back on her lap.

“-good pet- now, you sit here on my lap, and I’ll let you use my hand. But don’t you even think about cumming until I tell you to. Understood?”

Zhongli nodded quickly, a grateful moan catching in his throat as Baal started to stroke his cock. It took less than a few moments to have his head falling forward, his breath short and heavy. He squirmed as if trying to get away from her hand and get more of her at the same time, and she sneered. “What? You think you deserve what I gave Barbatos?”

Zhongli shook his head. “N-no, I d-don’t, but-but- p-please- I want-“

His sentence was cut off by a breathless cry as she sent those same electric currents she’d used on Venti through him as well. Now he understood why Venti had gone half insane over this- oh, it felt so good, slightly painful but good. His hands shot out to grip her shoulders tightly. When he realized what he was doing, he looked up at her with a panicked expression, but she nodded. “That’s alright, you can hold on.” He whimpered out his thanks as his hips started to jerk in her grip, trembling as the currents grew stronger. Oh, he was so close, and-

Fuck. He’d forgotten her rule.

He looked up at her again, this time more pleading. When she didn’t seem to notice, he pawed at her shoulder. “P-Please, mistress, please, c-c-ah- can I c-cum- I need- I n-need to, ah-“

Baal met his eyes with a bored expression. “Do you think you deserve it? Do you think you’ve been good enough for me?”

“Yes, Ye-es, I’ve been g-good, please!”

“Hmm. Why don’t we ask Barbatos.”

Baal turned to Venti with a soft smile, petting his head. “Do you think we should let him cum, darling?”

Venti met his eyes for a moment long enough to leave Zhongli panicking. Then he nodded weakly, and Zhongli sobbed in relief.

“Go on then, Rex Lapis.”

Zhongli completely collapsed as he came. While the electro currents worked him through that climax, he folded into himself, sobbing in pleasure. Baal petted his hair like she had Venti’s, comforting him as he came down.

“Good boy, Morax~”

Baal opened her arms for him and Zhongli shifted to mimic the way Venti was sitting, curling up against Baal as he caught his breath. He had to admit, this was…nice. Being a pet hadn’t sounded good at first, but if this was what he got out of it…

“I must say, I’m quite excited to have two new pets…”

#Baal smut #zhongli smut #venti smut #zhongven smut #baalven smut #zhongbaal smut #Genshin smut #genshin impact smut

[1kook]

ZOOM CALL

⇢ meeting two

jeon jungkook x (f) reader

⇢ series masterlist

summary: Most notably, there’s one group project waiting for you, which leads you to Friday. Sitting at your desk, bright and early, absolutely dreading being assigned to your group. genre: fluff, slice of life, smut (tags tba) warnings: ITS A SLOW BURN OKAY...., sweetheart jk, campus crush jk, college crushes, social distancing, zoom -_-, jk owns a keroppi plush, oc thirsts over his hot bod, jk’s sweet attempts at flirting </3 he’s just 2 cute for his own good ratings: e for everyone <3 wc: 3.7k

notes: this took long bc i wrote one version but it was SO LAME u guys r lucky my friend and editor ( @kigurumu​ 🖤 ) stopped me from posting it. so then i had to reorganize my thoughts n b like girl. the ppl are waiting. get it together. anyway here’s zoom jk 😎

Being grouped with Jeon Jungkook (he/him) for your first class on the first day of your first Zoom semester truly sets the standard.

By no means do your other classes suck; they’re quite enjoyable, more relevant to your area of study. They’re familiar which makes them comfortable, your Zoom meetings filled with faces you’ve seen time and time again the last four years. The material interests you, so you definitely don’t have anything against them or your classmates. 

That being said, no one is prepared for the awkwardness that comes with each and every Zoom meeting. You never thought you’d be embarrassed to turn your mic on— to speak in a class filled with your peers. And the meetings are all like that, filled with uncomfortable silences and endless black screens. 

You wish there was a Jeon Jungkook (he/him) in every class. 

Jungkook’s just got this bubbly aura to him, this magnetic presence that staples itself into the back of your mind with each passing day. No one fills a Zoom call like he does, making every person laugh and smile like him. 

Wednesday rolls around and you find yourself a little disheartened when you don’t get sorted into the same randomized group as him again. Disappointment melts into annoyance when you find out how incompetent your other classmates are, refusing to speak in the small group or just completely clocking out all together. A lot of them didn’t do the reading— the one you stayed up all night doing —and your first partnered assignment of the semester finds you doing it all by yourself. Muted mics, black windows, complete radio silence; you hated it all. 

You find yourself weirdly longing for Jeon Jungkook’s presence, even if he’s only there to talk about some movie he saw last night. No one is as much of a chatterbox as him, can’t even hold a candle to the way he draws everyone in with his mindless conversations. At least he speaks during Breakout Rooms, you think bitterly. 

Anyway, the first week of classes ends and your brain is a frenzied mess. There’s schedules to memorize, professors to impress, assignments to plan out. There’s definitely no time to sit around and fantasize about the curly haired cutie in one of your general classes. The weekend is spent trying to organize your planner, filling in due dates and exam days ahead of time. It’s your last semester and you’re dead set on making it your best one yet. There’s a lot of written work this time around, analyses and research papers that need to be organized. The road ahead is manageable, but you’ll have to work hard to keep it that way for the next five months. 

Most notably, there’s one group project waiting for you, which leads you to Friday. Sitting at your desk, bright and early, absolutely dreading being assigned to your group.

Jungkook is early this time, not like on Monday where he’d been one of the last to filter in, and he’s looking as chirpy as ever. Donning this horrendously hot pink shirt, completely unlike the neutral tones he’d worn during your last two meetings and that decorate his room, and the cutest pair of circle glasses sitting on his nose. He says his regularly scheduled ‘good morning’ to you all and receives a collective response from the rest of the class that not even your professor got. 

Speaking of the professor, you’ve been giving him the stink eye this whole time. Not that he can tell, given the fact he’s probably miles away in his own home while you angrily glare at him through your webcam. It’s this old guy who’s decided to sort you all into semester long groups for the class, which is the absolute worst. These types of groups always go the same way: you make a group chat promising to study together, those plans fall through, and then everyone just leeches off of each other for homework answers. And in most cases, it’s you handing over your homework answers because no one else ever bothers to do anything. Sadly, it’s a routine you’ve had to suffer through many times in your academic career. 

The thought makes you sick. Having to spend another semester being labeled as the bossy, nerdy dictator of the group? Not exactly how you wanted to spend the last few months of college, but there’s nothing you can do. Maybe this time around you’ll just let it be, won’t fight it (and by it, you mean your lazy classmates when they inevitably try to guilt trip you for homework) and simply let it run its course. 

“I’m going to put you guys into Breakout Rooms with your new groups!” your professor claps excitedly, and then you and the rest of your classmates are forced to watch him lean too close to the camera as he begins clicking around to find the preset groups he’s assigned the class. “Remember, guys, this is it for the rest of the semester. So if something isn’t right, let me know by the end of today.” 

Man, this was going to suck, you groan. The syllabus had said that the purpose of these groups was to keep you all connected with your classmates during these trying times, to give you the same opportunities in-person learning would. Frankly, you’re not too worried about making friends with everyone in this large class. Most of them are younger than you anyway, save for Jeon Jungkook (he/him) and a handful of others who are apparently in your year. Befriending lowerclassmen only to have to bid them adieu in a few months seems awfully sad, a little too heartbreaking. You really just want to get a good grade in this class, collect the last of your credits, and put this whole college experience behind you. 

Your thoughts are wrapped up by the pop-up message that appears on screen. 

The host is inviting you to join a Breakout Room: Group 12

You sigh, contemplate dropping this class for all of two seconds, before dutifully accepting the request. Worse comes to worst, you make up some lie to tell your professor that you’re allergic to group work and hope it works. (It won’t.) 

You sit through the mandatory loading screen for a few seconds before being abruptly dumped into your new room, Group 12, or so the message had said. There’s no one else here yet, which isn’t really a surprise. A lot of your classmates are probably like you, scowling at the pop up message every time your professor sends you into small groups before accepting the request. So you chill by yourself, eyes tracing over your own mirrored image. The notes on last night’s reading are neatly laid out before you, your copy of the book off to the side. 

Another beat and then, much to your surprise, Jeon Jungkook (he/him) is appearing in your room. “Oh,” he says, round eyes magnified by the thick lens of his glasses, the glare of the computer’s glow casting a funny shape across the lens that momentarily robs you of his pretty eyes. His pretty pink lips stretch into a smile, upper lip thinning out a bit when he flashes you those perfect teeth. “Hi, __,” he greets politely, bubbly. 

It’s embarrassing how much his presence affects you, your back going ramrod straight in a terrible attempt to compose yourself. “Hi, Jungkook,” you manage to get out, fingers nervously reaching for something, anything, to ground yourself. They land on a pencil. 

Jungkook doesn’t seem even the slightest bit aware of the commotion he causes within you. “I was really nervous for these groups,” he begins rambling right away, lips pushing down into an exaggerated frown as he shivers at the memory. “But I’m glad I got placed with someone hardworking like you!”

Despite how sweet he sounds, you’re not entirely sure if he’s buttering you up just to take advantage of your ‘hardworking’ attitude later down the road or if he’s genuinely being polite. The little information you know about Jungkook wants you to believe it is the latter; he’s very kind, sweet and nice in a way that makes everyone he speaks to feel warm. Still, for all you know this could be some elaborate ruse of his to make you trust him now and then convince you to do all the work for the rest of the semester. 

Tentatively, you ask, “and how would you know that?” You try your best to keep your usual snappiness out of your voice, pose it simply out of curiosity. But everything you say or do feels like a stark contrast to Jungkook and his bubbliness. 

His head tilts cutely to the side, imploring brown eyes looking at you for one hard second. And then, “I read your forum analysis from Wednesday,” he admits, breaking into a smile. Shy and tiny, bashfully looking down at his desk. “I thought your perspective on the piece was really interesting,” he says, lips pursing together as if he’s suddenly too embarrassed to admit such things to you. 

Stunned, all you can manage is one slow nod. “Thank you,” you eventually choke out, trying to ward the heat away from your cheeks as Jungkook sheepishly nods back, cute smile still on his face. 

“Oh, please,” he chuckles, raising his hand to rub at the back of his neck. “Don’t thank me!” 

It is in this exact moment that you are suddenly made aware of two things. 

One: despite his collection of soft sweaters and t-shirts, his bouncy curls and sweet smile, Jeon Jungkook’s body is neither as cute nor as soft as any of his belongings. In fact, Jeon Jungkook’s body is all hard planes and prominent veins. Arms beefy, biceps that bulge beneath the fabric of the short sleeve t-shirt he’s donned today. His shoulders fill out the material nicely, making him look broad and huge, but that’s not even the worst part, because—

—two: Jeon Jungkook is covered in ink. Dark streaks and swirls paint his forearms, curling around his elbow. Every inch of his pale skin is littered with tiny designs. They dance along the back of his hands, over his knuckles, and end at an unidentifiable point beneath the sleeve of his t-shirt. When he tugs at the neckline of his shirt in an effort to readjust it, you hope your eyes are deceiving you and that isn’t a hint of ink by his collarbone. 

Your normal composure seems to slip away at the mere thought. 

It’s Jungkook’s voice that brings you back, a soft timbre that asks, “aren’t we supposed to have someone else in our group?” You flinch as if you’ve been caught ogling him, never mind the fact he’s started mindlessly shuffling some papers around on his desk, not the slightest bit concerned with you. 

“Oh— um, yes. I think,” you stammer, feeling like some creep for ogling your very cute, very sweet classmate. The memory of his inky skin nearly sends a shiver down your spine as you navigate back to the class syllabus. “We’re supposed to have at least three people,” you read off, glancing at the boy on your screen who frowns at the news. 

“Do you think they dropped?” Given it was still only the first week of school, probably. There had been a fewer number of people in the call when it started, you remembered. Jungkook sighs, this rather light sound that ends in a hum. “Well, we can always wait a few minutes just in case.”

So you wait, nervously bouncing your leg up and down. It’s not awkward, or at least, not as awkward as it would be with anyone else. The other week you had silently sat with another classmate in a one-on-one discussion and hadn’t uttered a word for five minutes. It wasn’t because you didn’t care about the class, but because said classmate had been tapping away on their phone the entire time and hadn’t even responded to your simple greeting. That was awkward. 

With Jungkook it’s more weird than awkward. You can tell the silence makes him uncomfortable because he keeps doing these tiny inhales like he’s about to speak, followed by a little head shake where he seemingly stops himself from saying anything at all. He wants to talk, very badly it seems, but holds back for some odd reason. 

He’s scribbling on some sheet of paper, leaning forward to give you a view of the top of his head. From this angle, his shirt hangs forward and a silver necklace falls out from beneath the neckline, thuds against the table. And then your suspicions are nearly confirmed, and oh god, is that a chest piece—

You quickly look away. 

Robbed of his handsome face and feeling like you’ll die if you look at his body any longer, you settle for your newly acquired favorite pastime: inspecting your classmates’ rooms over Zoom. Yes, you’ll admit it is incredibly nosy, but what else can you do? You can only look at your professor for so long until you inevitably grow bored, attention drifting off to your classmates tiny windows. And with no professor in sight, just gorgeous Jeon Jungkook, you quickly begin your examination of his bedroom. 

Jungkook’s room is pretty much the same as you remember it, rather neat and plain. There’s not a lot going on in terms of decoration, which is a little surprising to say the least. Over the course of the week, you’ve watched your classmates’ dormitories and bedrooms gradually change, decorations and tapestries decorating the walls, mountains of pillows added to their beds. It’s only natural that everyone has an innate need to show off who they are now more than ever, and you thought Jungkook would be the same. 

Apparently not. 

Aside from the guitar you had spotted on Monday, his little dorm room remains unchanged. Blank walls, grayscale sheets. The same perfectly fluffed pillows and then—

A tiny Keroppi plush smack dab in the middle of his bed. 

It’s adorable but a little out of place amongst Jungkook’s rather masculine decorations (or lack thereof). A tiny green doll sitting by his pillows, cute striped shirt and ridiculously dopey smile. 

Leaning forward, you unmute yourself and conversationally say, “I love your Keroppi.” 

At the sudden sound of your voice, Jungkook abruptly straightens up, glasses practically at the very tip of his nose. Eyes wide, it takes him a second to process your words before jerkily whipping around to stare at the aforementioned item. “Oh,” he jumps, slowly looking at his screen again, lips pulled into a tight line. “Um… it’s not mi—“

“It’s adorable,” you add, propping your chin in your palm, absolutely endeared with the rosy color that paints his cheeks, fades down the column of his neck. 

He squirms, hurriedly pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He looks like he’ll deny it again, nervously nibbling at his lower lip, before eventually he settles with a sigh. “I won it from a crane machine,” he confesses with a sheepish huff of laughter, rolling backwards to the edge of his bed to snatch it from its spot. 

(Of course he manspreads as he sits, dark jeans hugging his thighs as he rolls back your way. His arm looks so strong, covered in all that ink, you nearly drool.)

“It’s cute, isn’t it?” he says, abandoning his embarrassment as he shakes the little figure around, makes it look like it’s dancing for you. “My mom said it looks like me.”

At that, you laugh. Loud and boisterous because you were definitely not expecting Jungkook to say that, such an odd but weirdly fitting comparison that has you looking at the doll in his hands with renewed interest. And through the pixelated screen, you can see the similarities: Jungkook does have the same smile as Keroppi. 

“Your mom was right,” you agree, wiping a faux tear from the corner of your eye. “Very cute.” 

Jungkook’s got this big goofy smile on, shaking his head in disbelief that you would ever dare agree with his mom. Like he’s genuinely enjoying himself, you think, oddly proud to have evoked that reaction from him. Granted, Jungkook always looks like he’s pretty happy during class, but it feels nice knowing that you were (confirmed) the reason why.  

A little caught up with the bumbling feeling in your chest, you’re not expecting his next words. “Does that mean I’m cute?” he asks, still with that same dopey smile on his face. 

It’s a bold statement you wouldn’t have expected from him, someone who seems content being the world’s friend, but apparently Jeon Jungkook also craves compliments. 

Slowly, you nod. “...yes,” you say, trying to keep the tumultuous emotions inside of you at bay while you grant him this one compliment. Outwardly, you give him what you hope is an obviously feigned look of disbelief, managing to lace it with a little amusement as you shake your head at his inquiry. On the inside, your mind and heart are a thundering racetrack, the roar of the engines and the screams of the crowd enough to momentarily make you lose your senses. “Very cute,” you repeat, hoping he can’t hear the same pounding of your heartbeat in your throat and in your ears as you do. “Like a little frog.” 

Jungkook graces your robotic response with the most boyish laugh, head tossed back as one loud cackle (because, really, there is no other way to describe the sound that tears itself from his throat) escapes him, curls bouncing back from the movement. “Cute like a frog,” he wheezes, seemingly to himself as he shakes his head with a grin, scooting closer to the camera again. “That’s a new one.” 

“You set yourself up for it,” you defend, busying yourself with the papers spread out in front of you before Jungkook can distract you any further. “Anyway!” you announce, neatly lining the papers up. “Our group.”

Jungkook does his best to wipe the glee off his face, but even as he reaches around for his things, it’s still there. “Right,” he agrees, “we have to, um—“ a huff of laughter “—group contract! Or, well, partner project.”

Briefly, you consider calling in your professor to inform him of your missing partner. He had said to let him know by the end of today if something was wrong. But, honestly, you didn’t see a problem with your group the way it was now. While you can only hope he’ll turn out to be as dedicated to his work as you, as it stands now, there weren’t any major red flags surrounding Jungkook’s character. 

Besides, you didn’t mind being with him for the rest of the semester. 

You nod, forcing yourself to ignore the glimmer in his eyes when he looks at you through the screen. “I think it’s safe to say it’ll just be the two of us, which I don’t mind,” you say, glancing at the time on the corner of your screen to see five minutes have passed since you agreed to wait. “Do you?”

On screen, Jungkook profusely shakes his head, curls bouncing all over the place. “Nope,” he hums. “I don’t mind at all,” he reassures you, resting his chin in his palm as he regards you, and then sweetly adds, “it’ll be nice with just us, __.”

Right. 

You gulp, heart fluttering at the dreaminess he exudes through your screen, the soft strand of hair that falls over his forehead, tickles his brow bone when he flashes you another smile.  He was so handsome. Before you say anything silly, you quickly attempt to move on. “But it does make us more of a duo than a group.” 

Jungkook looks away from his screen for the first time in what feels like forever and you finally let your heart rest for a second. “A duo,” he murmurs, shuffling through his papers. “Like Mickey and Minnie?” 

You nearly choke on your spit, coughing to hide the surprise from his rather cute suggestion. He’s not even looking at you, doesn’t even realize the absolute shock he’s thrown you in by comparing the two of you to one of the most famous couples— that’s what they are, a goddamn couple, not a duo! the words mean two completely different things! —in the world. Instead, Jungkook is humming the theme song to Drake & Josh. 

This man was dangerous for your heart. 

After having felt all the emotions in the world in the span of ten seconds, you eventually gather the courage to say, “sure,” and quickly try to move the conversation along. “We just need to, um, make some ground rules and responsibilities for us to follow.” 

Jungkook nods, finally glancing up again, but not at you. He’s glaring at some point behind his computer, brows furrowed together as he begins brainstorming on his own. You try to, really, but his lips pout adorably when he’s deep in thought, and they’re just so pink and look so soft and would feel like—

“Well, we should probably exchange numbers first,” Jungkook says, interrupting your spiraling thoughts with a new topic to spiral over. He tilts his head to the side, brown eyes focused on you. 

“Yes, of course,” you stammer, fumbling for your phone as Jungkook lets out a soft yay at your acceptance of his request. Quickly, he recites his number and you type it in with trembling hands into the number pad, giving him a quick call so he can have your number as well. 

You save him right away, just his name followed by the class you share with him. Not like you know any other Jeon Jungkooks, and if you did, you doubt anyone could ever leave such an impact like this Jeon Jungkook. 

“__, look,” Jungkook calls, that same excitement lacing his already lovely voice, and you raise your head up at the screen again. He’s waving his phone over his camera, so you don’t get to see his face when he says, “It’s a little mouse emoji and a pink bow— just like Minnie!”

Dangerous for your heart and, most likely, the death of you this semester.

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