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theeblackmedusa · 9 months

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he's cute

summary: "he cute. ain't right for you, though."

pairing: fontaine x black!fem!reader

warnings: 18+, language, smut, bit of a breeding kink, fontaine's kind of toxic if you squint, needles/sutures, descriptions of blood/violence, use of n word (idk why i'm warning about this but yuh), also there's a lot of AAVE in this so if you "correct" my grammar in some of the dialogue pls don't 💀

He knew he shouldn't be here, but he had nowhere else to go. He was hurt and tired and wanted you to fix him up because he always seemed to heal quicker when you did it.

Fontaine swallowed the lump in his throat as he raised his hand to knock on your green door. You were the only person in the world that made him nervous and he fucking hated it. It had been that way since you were kids. He could face any bully, stand up to any unfair teacher, but his mind went blank when it came to you.

He inhaled as deep as he could manage without sending a stabbing pain through his body before tapping his knuckles against the wood and then returned his hand to his stomach to hold his bleeding wound. A few long seconds passed before your voice came from inside.

"Who is it?"

"It's me," he grunted out weakly.

The locks clicked and Fontaine prepared himself for the wrath you would unleash when you opened the door and let your eyes fall on him. He did his best to stand up tall when the door began to creak open, but it was no use. He looked like shit either way.

"What the fuck, Fontaine?!"

Usually, you'd be concerned when Fontaine showed up on your doorstep bloody and bruised, but all you could feel at the moment was frustration. He'd told, no, promised you that the fighting would stop and that you wouldn't have to see him at his lowest anymore, but it was like he couldn't stay away.

"Got in a fight-"

"Really? I hadn't fucking noticed!"

Fontaine ignored you as you ranted about how he wasn't keeping his word when he was supposed to always keep his word to you. He couldn't focus on how upset you were because it would only get him upset with himself for making you that way.

He pushed past you as you cursed at him for going out and "being stupid" again.

"Isaac still ain't learned to keep his lil punks away from-"

"Always Isaac. Always Isaac! The way y'all fight, I'm surprised it ain't turned to fucking yet!" you laughed bitterly as he carefully lowered himself onto your couch, groaning all the way down.

"Why you all dressed up?" he questioned, switching the subject in hopes that it would make you stop fussing.

You looked good. Really good.

"I got a date, who should be here any second now, so you need to get out before he comes."

Fontaine scoffed at the fact that your pretty black dress and sexy red lips were for someone else. You should be his, but you can't be. Not with all the shit he gets himself into. As bad as he wants you, he can't put you in a position to be hurt just for being important to him.

"Date?"

"The fuck are you, a parrot? Yes, Taine! I have a date!"

You shut your door and stood in front of him, taking in the sight of him.

He looked truly pitiful, cuts and bruises forming on his dark skin. His shirt was soaked from the blood coming from his gash and he looked exhausted overall.

"What happened?" you sighed.

"Just a lil stabbin'. Nothin' I couldn't walk off-"

"Taine-"

"That's all it was," he told you.

"Did anybody-"

"Nah. Ain't nobody got killed," he assured, knowing your concerns.

It had always been a fear of yours. You hated all the violence and death, but more specifically, you hated the thought of that violence and death coming back to bite Fontaine in the ass one day. This neighborhood was full of hotheads and you'd hate for one of them to make Taine a target because somebody died at the hands of him or somebody he was associated with.

"You can't keep doing this, Taine,"

"I won't."

"Promise me."

He shook his head, pushing his hand deeper into his wound for pressure.

"You know I can't do that no more. I hate breakin' my promises to you."

Before you could respond, there was a knocking at your door and you rolled your eyes.

"That the date?" he asked, turning his head to the door.

"Probably," you huffed. "You and your bad fucking timing, Taine. Go hide in the back bedroom or something."

His eyebrows raised in amusement. This was becoming a game for him.

"Oh, you hidin' me and shit? Fuck nah, I been around the longest he gon' have to accept that," he argued. "Matter fact...come in!"

Your eyes widened at his antics and you searched for the closest object to throw at him, but your door was already opening to reveal your very confused date for the night.

"Fuck you," you mouthed to Fontaine before turning to the door.

Your date wasn't even looking at you. Instead, his eyes were planted on Fontaine, who, despite his battered and bruised state, had his grillz on full display as he smirked up at the other man.

"Kalen, hey," you finally greeted, an awkward attempt at breaking the tension in the room.

"This how you roll?" he asked, using a hand to gesture to the bloody man on your couch.

You shook your head, hoping to defend yourself.

"I know how this looks, but I promise to explain later! I-"

"You got other niggas on ya couch and you tryna explain shit? I'm done with yo ass. Thought you was tryna start somethin' for real, but you out here with other dudes."

Kalen was one of the resident hotheads, and arguing with him was pointless.

Fontaine quietly grumbled something that you refused to pay any mind to as you watched Kalen turn right back around and leave, slamming your front door behind him.

You inhaled deeply, Fontaine still mumbling under his breath about how you need to leave "bitch ass dudes like Kalen" alone.

If he wasn't one of the closest friends you had, you would have shut his ass up with a punch to the mouth by now. All you wanted was a night out with someone who could potentially get your mind off of a plain and simple fact: You and Fontaine were not and would never be together.

Every time you thought about it, your heart cracked, but it was something you had to accept. He didn't see you in the way he saw other women, so you'd have to settle for men that couldn't hold a candle to him.

"Could you shut the fuck up, Taine?" you snapped, walking to your bathroom to get the first aid kit.

The faster you patched him up, the faster he would get the fuck out of your house. Next time, you just wouldn't open the door for him. That would save you a hell of a lot of trouble.

"You always get with these bum niggas and get mad when they show that they crazy!" he yelled from the living room.

"He only got that way 'cuz you brought your bullshit to my house!" you shot back, pulling the bathroom drawer open with so much force that you were surprised you hadn't ripped it straight off. "I could have been having a peaceful night with him, but no! I'm here with no man babysitting your ass!"

He rolled his eyes at your sass and began struggling to shrug his jacket off as he awaited your return with the first aid kit. After his jacket, his bloodstained shirt followed. Now, he was shirtless and trying not to let his blood spill all over your couch, knowing that you'd stab him again if he messed it up.

Finally, you returned with a warm towel, a sewing kit, matches, and first aid. You had half the nerve to put it all away and kick his ass out on the street and let him fend for himself, but you cared too much. You always did and sometimes you hated it.

"Hold this," you ordered, shoving the matches and sewing kit into his lap before you took a seat next to him, making sure to plop down and make him jerk slightly.

"The fuck is wrong with you?! Be careful!" he gritted out, glaring at you sharply.

A sarcastic laugh escaped you.

"You aren't careful out there in the streets getting stabbed and shit. Why should I be careful with you now?"

He didn't respond, too exasperated with the night he'd had to entertain any of your taunting about it. He simply turned to you to allow a better angle for you to start cleaning him up.

You pulled out the towel and started dabbing the large, deep cut that spanned across his stomach. It almost made you feel sick. If it had been too deep, he wouldn't be here with you right now.

As you cleaned him, it was as if he could read your thoughts. He sensed your mind racing one hundred miles per second as you went through the "what ifs" of the night. He knew it was impossible to erase those thoughts for you. He was a drug dealer, after all. There was danger in the job, but he could help pull you out of them briefly.

"So, why the fuck you goin' on dates with these lames?" he questioned, exhaling in a vain attempt to fight the stinging of the towel on his injury.

You shrugged.

"Need someone to talk to, I guess," you responded shortly, not keen on telling him that these "lames" were unworthy attempts to make up for the fact that you didn't have him.

"You got me, Yo-Yo...Slick," he replied.

You shook your head. You and Yo-Yo were close, yes, but you and Slick? Not so much. It was like talking to a crazy uncle that should have been put in a retirement home a long time ago.

"I need...something else, Taine."

Dick, you thought.

You were starved of touch and you were getting desperate. You needed intimacy and you were searching for it in men that weren't even the one you wanted it from.

"Like?" he pressed as you put the towel down and began to burn the end of the sewing needle, preparing to stitch him up.

Fontaine was a lot of things, but he wasn't stupid. He knew what you were getting on about, but he liked to hear you say things. Sometimes you wondered if your embarrassment amused him.

You huffed, knowing that he wasn't going to drop it.

"I don't know, Taine. I just need something new. The vibrators ain't cutting it anymore...I need a man, sex," you admitted in frustration, warmth in your face as you tried to fight the embarrassment of your confession.

"You was finna fuck Kalen tonight?" he laughed, attempting to cover up the panic he felt inside at that revelation.

"Maybe not tonight, this time was just gon' be a date!"

Lord knows you won't take me on one, you thought, pushing the needle into his skin to start the sutures and making him hiss.

Fontaine's fingers curled into the arm of the couch as you stitched him up, eyes screwed tightly shut as he tried to steady his breathing.

If he hadn't pissed you off so bad, you'd imagine if this is how he'd look if you were on your knees for him, taking him deep into your throat and making him lose his breath.

"He cute, but he ain't good for you," Fontaine rasped through gritted teeth, finally breaking the silence that had fallen between the two of you.

"But you are?" you snapped.

"I ain't say all that," he defended.

"But that's what you meant."

Silence took over the room once more as you finished the stitches and examined your work. Once you assured that you'd fixed him up properly, you grabbed an alcohol wipe, ready to clean up the more minors scars.

"I just...Ion like him, (Y/N)."

You shook your head, gently wiping a scrape on his shoulder and sighing.

"Taine, if you didn't have every bitch in this damn neighborhood begging to sit on your dick, maybe I'd listen to what you have to say on this," you started. "But, I just wanna have fun and fuck around. Not worry about if somebody's good for me or not."

He couldn't fight it this time. Usually he could hold his tongue, keep back that confession that was constantly trying to rip through his body, but this time he couldn't. He couldn't stand the thought of you in somebody else's bed or kissing on someone that wasn't him. He wanted you, and he needed you to want him.

"We can't have fun and fuck around?" he asked you, grabbing your wrist and stopping your movements.

Your heart was beating in your chest rapidly. It was as if it was banging its fists against you in an aggressive plea for you to free it from your body.

You averted your eyes to anything else but him. They settled on the floral print in the curtains until he used his other hand to grip your chin and make you look at him.

"We can have a lotta fun, baby. What you say?" he suggested lowly, leaning into you so close that his lips were just barely touching yours.

You could have all of him if you wanted. You could've had him a very long time ago, but there was always that unspoken thing between the two of you. The elephant in the room that you two mutually decided was invisible.

"Taine," you breathed out.

"Let me show you how much fun we can have."

You weren't in control of yourself. It was as if his eyes had paralyzed you. Now, you were just his little rag doll as he lifted you in his lap and turned you so that your back was to him. You couldn't recall the exact moment it happened, but all you knew was that his hands were now groping your breasts over your dress as he attacked your neck with hot kisses.

"Them niggas out there can't make you feel the way I can, mama."

You shuddered at the nickname. "Baby" had been something he'd called you casually for as long as you could remember, but "mama"...that was new. And it made your stomach do a somersault as you imagined it.

You could picture yourself as a mama for his children. Waddling around plump and being pampered by him for carrying his baby. A soft moan escaped you at just the thought and he grinned into your neck.

"You like that? You wanna be a mama?" he asked, running his thumbs over your nipples until they hardened.

You almost broke your neck nodding in response.

"I can make that happen," he told you. "Fuck my kids into you. Make you mine for real."

An aching grew between your legs at that. You'd be trapped with him forever. No matter what went down between the two of you, you'd always be his, always have a piece of him. The thought shouldn't turn you on as much as it did, but you could feel your panties soaking from it.

"Take this off for me," he instructed softly.

You obeyed without question, standing up to slip out of the black dress. Seconds later, you were in nothing but the lacy black underwear you'd put on "just in case" you decided to let Kalen get somewhere.

Fontaine frowned at the panties and reached forward gripping them at the band before tearing the fabric. If he hadn't been spewing that shit about making you a mommy, you would have been pissed. Those were expensive.

You were completely bare in front of him and a little self conscious, but Fontaine was staring at you like you were the lottery and he'd just won. You were perfect, dark skin glowing in the moonlight that shone through the curtains, thighs that he couldn't wait to get between. How on Earth could he have resisted you for so long?

"Shit, mama. Don't think I can wait to get inside you."

You couldn't wait either. You'd been needing him.

"Then take that shit off," you told him with a sickeningly sweet smile, nodding to his pants and belt.

He only chuckled low in response and did as told, unbuckling his belt and throwing it to the side somewhere. Next, he lifted his hips, wincing as he lowered his pants down to his ankles.

Before he could start on his underwear, you were lowering yourself to your knees in front of him and pressing your cheek against his thigh. He shivered at the feeling of your warm breath.

After what felt like forever, you lifted your head, pressing a kiss to each of his thighs before pressing one to his hard cock over his underwear.

Fontaine sighed as you brushed your lips against him, teasing him mercilessly.

"Cut that shit out," he warned, eyeing you dangerously.

You smiled before pressing another kiss to the tip and bringing your hands up to the waistband before curling your fingers underneath.

"So bossy," you sighed, pulling his underwear down and letting them fall with his pants.

"Yeah, the boss say get ya pretty ass up here and take a seat."

Your core throbbed at the demand and you raised yourself up to straddle him, fingers gripping his cock and aligning him with your entrance.

Fontaine captured your lips in his, getting a taste of you before he took you. There was no going back. You both knew it.

Finally, you lowered yourself on him, both of you groaning from the sensation. The stretch stung in the best way as you tried to accommodate his size. You had to sit still to adjust, forehead resting against his until you got the courage to move.

Your pace was slow at first, still adjusting to the fullness of him inside of you, but soon, your speed increased, hips rolling against his as you rode him.

Fontaine wasted no time getting his hands back on your tits, massaging one while he worked his mouth on the other. He was addicted to them, watching them bounce as you skillfully worked his cock.

Eventually, your arms found their way around his neck as you leaned on him for support, ass bouncing as you fucked him. Fontaine cursed, letting his hands fall to your bottom to spread your cheeks more.

If the stab wound didn't kill him, you sure fucking would. He raised his hand and brought it back down, striking your ass and revving you on. He'd keep the desperate whimper you let out at the blow in mind.

"Yeah, that's it. Twerk that pretty ass on my dick, baby."

Your ass slapped against his thighs as you rode him, desperate to reach your high. You were so close. You began to feel weak, and he could tell as your pace slowed down.

"I got it, baby. I got it."

He wrapped his arms around you, stilling you against his chest as he began thrusting his hips into you, the tip of his cock hitting a delicious spot inside you that made you want to scream.

You could feel your orgasm coming like a tsunami ready to crash into you. All that was escaping you were incoherent noises as Fontaine fucked you stupid.

"Tight pussy squeezin' me," he grunted, words becoming slurred as he approached his own climax. "Let that shit out for me, mama."

As if you were hypnotized, your body responded, orgasm washing over you as your walls contracted around him, bringing him to his release as well.

Fontaine spilled into you, warm cum coating your walls as you went limp against him. His hips slowed before stopping completely and he let out a long exhale as he tried to recollect his thought.

"You have fun, baby?" he finally asked when he caught his breath.

If you had the energy, you'd slap the hell out of his cocky ass, but he'd just fucked you into exhaustion and his cum was steady leaking out of you, making a mess all over your inner thighs, so you went with the next best alternative.

"Shut the fuck up or I'm taking them damn stitches out."

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seongminiz · 2 months

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hello my luv!! ngl i was laughing my ass off when i found out seongmin had beat taeyoung’s horse cock allegations😭😭 but like picture this.. you’re taeyoung’s best friend who came along that exact video and decided to tease him over it when he came for movie night.

“better shut your mouth before i shove it in to shut it for you”

also would it be alright if i could become 🫙 anon? much love to youu🤍🤍🤍

(not me turning this into a whole ass fic help)(n ofc u can be 🫙 anon !!)

review : ★★☆☆☆ , not that big tbh

minors dni ; ~1.7k words

warnings not proof read its like 3am i'll fix this in the morning , dom taeyoung , bratty reader , rlly lighthearted unserious n kinda fluffy , oral (m rec) , unprotected sex :3 (its not a jo seongminiz fic without it tbh) , creampie , big dick taeyoung :') , bulge kink n a little of size kink ig ? idk taeyoung refers to reader as tiny in one instance , liiittle bit of dumbification , i used the words cock n dick so much in this they dont even feel like real words anymore send help , some of the dialog is kinda cringe sawrry abt that , the whole smut part is cringe tbh im going to set myself on fire how am i a smut writer that doesn't know how to write smut

note no bc the way they were talking abt cock n balls on national television like CAN WE HAVE SOME DECORUM PLS anyways ! THE WRITERS BLOCK HAS BEEN CURED Y'ALL cant believe it took taeyoung having a small dick to fix this i love ur brain anon bc like .. YES . i can picture this so well . n i am NAWT letting the taeyoung monster cock agenda go no matter what seongmin says ik hes lyingggg

deep down u know what seongmin said was nothing more than a joke with barely any truth to it. it's not like you're unfamiliar with taeyoung's size, having your fair experience of accidentally rubbing ur ass against him while you were cuddling one too many times and causing some awfully awkward accidents because of it.

still, teasing taeyoung is wayyy more fun than acknowledging any of that. and for once, actually grinding down on him to get a reaction while you're cuddled up on your couch, watching a shitty movie you picked randomly, is fun too.

you can clearly feel taeyoung's bulge growing, just as you can feel him trying to move behind you to make it a little better (and ultimately making it worse each time), and you can hear the way his breath gets heavier by the minute, trying to stifle a few whines here and there you want to hear more of so badly.

when you 'innocently' grind against him once more under the pretense of stretching, taeyoung's last weak bit of restraint is gone. he groans, a hand firmly gripping your hips to hold you in place and finally stop your cruel shenanigans.

'can you stop that?' taeyoung asks, voice strained. 'stop what?' you look behind you and up at him, eyes wide in the fakest innocent expression you can come up with.

'you know what i'm talking about, you're...' he sits up, finally freeing himself from the close contact with you and quickly grabbing a pillow to hide his boner. you smirk to yourself, shaking your head as you sit up too. 'you're making me hard...' he finally says, lowering his voice so you can barely hear him over the movie playing.

'oh!' your expressions shifts to one of even faker concern, pouting a little. 'sorry about that. i didn't really feel anything, though, that's why i didn't notice...' you both know your explanation is bullshit. taeyoung knows that, he's sure of it even as you whisper something along the lines of 'i guess seongmin was right about it not being that big.'

still, he somehow finds himself trying to desperately defend his pride, barely managing to stutter out something about seongmin being a liar and how you both know you're just playing along with that whole bit for shits and giggles.

'am i?' you tilt your head to the side, keeping up your act as well as you can until the inevitable happens. 'you know, i've never really seen it, so how would i know? i guess until i do, i'll just have to trust seongmin on his word...'

for the first time that night, taeyoung actually laughs. 'if you wanted to see my dick that bad, you should've just asked,' he moves the pillow away, and you can finally shamelessly stare at his very obvious bulge as much as you want. taeyoung takes his sweet time with it , undoing the strings of his sweatpants and hooking his thumbs in the waistband before looking up at you, taking in your shocked expression and the way you're basically hypnotized by the sight of his still clothed cock.

because holy shit. you knew seongmin was just messing with him when he made that joke, you knew he was somewhat big, but this?

'this is a fucking monster cock what the fuck?'

the words leave your mouth before you can properly process them and, at the same time, with a quick motion taeyoung gets rid of both his sweatpants and boxers at once, finally snapping you out of your dick-induced trance.

just to have you plummet into an even worse one, probably. because not only is taeyoung's dick enormous, it also looks pretty as fuck.

'told you so,' he simply says, one of his hands gently lifting your chin so you can face him, his demeanor suddenly more serious. 'you're still okay with this, right?'

'of course,' you manage to say, breaking the heavy eye contact for a split second to steal yet another glance at taeyoung's dick. despite your voice shaking, and your actions not matching your words, you try to once again keep up that same act that brought you exactly where you are right now. 'plus, i was right, it's not even that big.'

'oh, really?' taeyoung's hand leaves your face and slides down to your shoulder, a silent command you follow with no objections, sliding off the couch and to your knees on the cold floor beneath you, right between his legs.

and face to face with his cock.

'let's hope it's at least big enough to shut you up, then,' taeyoung runs his hand through your hair, firmly gripping it 'maybe you'll be able to put your moth to good use for once.'

at that moment, you genuinely wish taeyoung was smaller. because no matter how hard you try, you can't seem to be able to take all of him in your mouth, using your hand to cover the part you can't reach.

truth is, taeyoung isn't as relaxed as he would want to be either. the simple fact you can't take all of him is enough to rile him up even more, fighting the urge to just take charge and fuck your mouth like he really wants to.

'so much for it not being that big, huh?' his words come out weak, broken by small moans and whimpers in between them.

of course you don't- you can't reply to taeyoung's taunts, at least verbally, so you opt for trying to take him deeper. the action makes you gag, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. taeyoung almost cums right then and there, his resolve slowly crumbling and breaking down as he pulls you off of him.

after all, he has greater plans than just cumming down your throat. and if the way you whimper and rub your thighs together once he leaves your mouth empty is anything to go by, you do too.

taeyoung gently helps you up and back on the couch. his lips are immediately on yours, pulling you into a heated makeout as he gets rid of your shorts and underwear, sliding one hand between your legs to be met with your soaked cunt. you whine into the kiss, pulling away from him and grabbing on his wrist.

'don't tease me,' you complain. taeyoung wants to laugh at you. after all you've done and said, you are the one who doesn't want to be teased? if that's what you want, though...

'right, you said it's not that big anyways, you should be able to take it right away, no?'

or maybe you can't, but at this moment you'd rather die impaled on your best friend's cock than admit you were wrong, even when all the evidence - especially your own lived one - points to your defeat.

what taeyoung didn't expect you to do was actually agree. you desperately nod, hand still wrapped around his wrist 'i can take it, please.'

you definitely can't.

that's what you realize as taeyoung starts to push the head of his cock inside you and your eyes immediately fill with tears.

'fuck... you're so-'

'i'm not the problem here, you're just fucking big.' you cut him off. your head is spinning and, despite the pain, you can't deny how good you actually feel. how full you are, even as you look down and realize he's barely halfway inside of you.

you close your eyes, squeezing taeyoungs's hand. when did you even start holding it? you don't remember, probably somewhere between when you yelled at him to 'fucking slow down' and when you threatened to 'cut your dick off if you dare to cum before you're all the way in'.

luckily for taeyoung, your threats will have to wait and his cock - a national treasure at this point - will live to see another day.

now that he's fully buried inside your cunt, you can finally adjust to his size, slowly relaxing until it doesn't hurt (that much) anymore. 'you can move,' you say after a while, your hips bucking up in encouragement as taeyoungs's grip on your sides tightens.

'fucking finally, i thought i was going to die before i got to properly fuck you,' his joke and your laugh to it are short lived, cut off by the both of you moaning in unison as he starts picking up his face.

you're so overwhelmed, you can feel taeyoung everywhere inside you, so deep you're pretty sure you should be dead at this point. you're grateful you're not, though, you're pretty sure if you were you wouldn't be able to feel the way the tip of his cock relentlessly bullies your sweet spot, paired with his fingers right on your clit and...

'fuck look at this,' you whine when the stimulation on your clit subsides, but your disappointment doesn't last long, taeyoung places that same hand on your lower stomach, pressing on the very evident bulge formed by taeyoungs's cock ramming inside you.

'but it's not that big right? fuck... maybe you're right, i might not be that big, maybe you're just too tiny for me.'

you moan at taeyoung's words, too far gone to properly process them as you mindlessly nod. 'aw, did i fuck you too dumb? can't think properly when i'm fucking you this good?' he coos at you, and you can't do anything but nod again.

'so full... going to cum,' you can barely speak before you're clenching down even more on his cock, cumming with no further warning.

if taeyoung wasn't about to cum before, he definitely is now, his hips picking up the pace even more as he helps you ride through your high and starts to overstimulate you chasing his own.

his dick twitches inside of you, and you swear you couldn't almost cum again just from that, as his hips stutter and finally slow down, his cum filling you up.

you're both panting, trying to recover from probably the most mind blowing highs of your life.

when you make eye contact with taeyoung, he starts laughing again.

'what?' you ask.

'so? did i change your mind?'

you shrug, suppressing your own laugh 'eh, not really... it wasn't that big to be honest'

:3 thats it bye omg shitty ending everybody say thank u jo seongminiz

#🍰 seongminiz !#🧇 crvt !#💭 . 🫙 anon !#cravity hard hours #cravity smut #taeyoung smut #taeyoung hard hours

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bookworm551 · 1 year

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The Great War | Part 5 | Neteyam x Omatikaya!reader

Summary: You and Neteyam were childhood friends, always looking out for each other, but when the Sky People returned, neither of you could have anticipated the way it would affect your relationship with one another.

A/N: Well, here we are at the end. Thank you all so much for the support!!! I definitely wouldn't have finished if not for y'all 🫶 Here is the spicy part y'all asked for. I've never written smut before, so I can only hope it meets your expectations. Also, if you are a minor (or my roommate 🤨), pls do NOT interact with this.

4.5k words

Warnings: smut, fingering, oral (f receiving)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

With the acceptance of the clan and the permissions of the Olo’eyktan and Tsahik, there was only one thing left to do before you and Neteyam were an official pair.

Under your feet, the moss glowed a vibrant green. You could see the grove of bright white trees swaying gently ahead of you, their light shining brightly in the darkness of the night. You felt giddy as you skipped forward toward the long flowing branches. It had been a long while since you had last been to the Trees of Voices, and now, you could commune with your ancestors as a full member of the Omatikaya.

You could hear that Neteyam was close behind you, but you kept your eyes fixed on the trees as you approached. Kneeling down, you attached your queue to one of the glowing branches, closing your eyes as the new sensory information flooded your mind. Echoes of familiar voices rang through your head, though it felt comforting rather than cacophonous.

Despite being absorbed in the mental sensations, you felt Neteyam kneel down behind you. Gently, he rested his hands on your shoulders, massaging his thumbs against your muscle, and he leaned his head against the back of yours. "Who do you hear?" He asked softly against your ear. You smiled quietly, singling out a voice above the others.

"My mother," you replied. "I hear her. She is happy that I am with you." It was true. In your mind, you saw her figure smiling at you warmly. You missed her so much, and you would never stop missing her, but now, there was no more bitter taste of anger when you recalled the memory of her. Your heart ached, but you didn't feel any sadness or grief, just love. "She knows how long I have been waiting for this," you continued softly. "She says she is very proud."

You detached your queue and leaned back into him. He ran his hands down from your shoulders, brushed over your arms, and wrapped his strong arms around your torso. You put your arms over his and turned your head slightly. "And how long have you been waiting?" He questioned somewhat playfully. You hummed thoughtfully and closed your eyes to think back.

"Since you took me out on your ikran," you answered after a moment, opening your eyes, "the first night after you had bonded with him." You could see out of the corner of your eye him smiling at the memory, too. He had been just on the cusp of turning 14. He was one of the youngest members of the Omatikaya to be allowed to undergo the Iknimaya trial of bonding with an ikran. That night, he had secretly taken you out flying over the trees, where you flew all around the mountains under the stars. "It was exhilarating," you continued, relishing the memory of flying for the first time. "When I was holding on to you, I realized that I never wanted to let go."

Your words caused Neteyam to pull his arms tighter around your waist. You smiled and asked curiously, "And what about you?" He sighed in contemplation. "There has never been a moment when I did not love you," he murmured against your ear. You felt fluttering in your chest at his words, and your heart's pace quickened.

He buried his face against your neck, and you leaned back against him. "I have known my whole life that I wanted to be with you," he continued softly. "There was nobody as brave as you," he paused to kiss your shoulder, "or as smart as you," he moved his lips to the base of your neck, "or as beautiful as you." He finished with a kiss to the spot right under your jaw.

You breathed in deeply, tilting your head to expose your neck for him. It was hard to think that you had once been ready to cut him out of your life when at that moment, you just wanted to be with him forever.

"I only want you," he breathed softly. His fingers were slowly rubbing against the skin of your torso, adding to the growing desire you had. You still had your arms resting on top of his, so you tugged at them gently to encourage his hands to feel. Turning your head to face him as best as you could, you whispered, "I want you, too."

He didn't need any more prompting. Following your leading hands, he explored your skin with his fingertips. You shivered at his touch, closing your eyes as you leaned back against him. His hands wandered up to the edge of your chest covering but hesitated. Not wanting him to stop, you guided one of his hands up under it.

His hands moved readily at your urging. You sighed loudly as you lay your head back against his shoulder. He continued kissing your neck as his hands gripped at your breasts. He was practically enveloping you. The eagerness in which he was feeling you made it seem as though he couldn't get enough of your touch.

His other hand slid back down your torso and gripped the inside of your thigh, causing your breath to hitch. His fingers were so close to the edge of your waist covering that you tensed automatically. Feeling your reaction, Neteyam asked quietly, "Is this okay?" Still breathless, you nodded and relaxed your thigh. He squeezed the soft skin on the innermost part of your leg and pulled gently, and you realized that he wanted you to turn around.

"Let me see your pretty face," he implored in a low voice, his words making you blush. You turned closely against Neteyam, both of you still on your knees. When you faced him, he brought his lips down to yours. You were surprised by his gentleness. Both of his arms wrapped around your waist, and he pulled you closer to him so that you were straddling him. Now that you were more on top of him, it gave him access to your neck and collarbones. His kisses moved slowly down your neck, following the trail of glowing stars on your skin.

His hands moved from your waist up your back until they reached the clasp of your chest covering behind your neck. "May I?" He asked, looking up at you. Dazed from his touch, you blinked at him and gave him a lazy smile. "Yes," you said, "and you don't have to be so polite about it." He huffed an amused breath against your skin as he undid the clasp and let your cover fall away to the side.

Even though modesty wasn't a big deal in Na'vi culture, you still felt your face warm at being so exposed in front of him. Seeming to sense your slight embarrassment, he kissed your lips softly to reassure you, then continued kissing the trail down your neck to your chest. You gasped as he took one of your breasts into his mouth while his hand came up to feel the other.

Your fingers gripped his hair as you held his head close to your body. You moaned at the feeling of him sucking at you softly. His attention moved to your other breast that his hand had been kneading at, causing another moan to escape your mouth as his hand returned to your waist.

His touch was intoxicating. It was hard for you to focus on anything except the pleasure you were feeling in the moment. He moved his mouth back up to your neck for a moment, kissing up to your jaw before pausing. His interruption made your eyes flutter open. You looked down at him, and his gaze was full of desire.

"I want you to be mine," he whispered in a low voice. You felt breathless. You knew what he was asking. He wanted not only to be with you physically, but he also wanted to consummate your relationship through tsaheylu. You smiled at him, your heart racing as you reached back to grab your queue. One of his arms let go of your torso as he followed suit, holding up the exposed tendrils. "Then I will be yours," you replied softly as they attached to your own, and the bond was sealed.

You were both instantly overwhelmed by the connection. You took a shuddering breath, your eyes wide as you were flooded with information. Memories, thoughts, feelings—everything that was stored in Neteyam's mind came pouring into your own. It was an overpowering feeling.

Neteyam had a similar physical reaction to you. He closed his eyes with a staggering breath, adjusting to the overload of your mind in his. His hands gripped you tightly, fingers digging in just enough not to pain you. You could feel his heartbeat and how it came to match your own rhythm.

After a moment, you were able to decipher some of the new sensations in your mind. You saw yourself in his memories, smiling at him, laughing with him, holding him, being held by him. You felt the emotions surrounding those memories. You saw how much he had longed for you for years, holding you close but never close enough. Through his eyes, you saw yourself and knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he truly saw you as the most beautiful woman in the world. The love he felt for you was overwhelming, and you could feel how much he wanted you, how much he craved your touch.

"I see you," you managed to tell him at last. His eyes blinked open at your words, gazing up at you with a deep intensity. "I see you," he echoed the words back and then pulled you into a kiss.

Kissing him while connected was a totally different experience. Not only were you physically feeling his lips against yours, but you could also sense the way he felt about kissing you. It made the effects of physical intimacy twice as powerful, and all your past kisses now felt underwhelming compared to this. Being completely in tune with one another, you didn't have to question each other about what you wanted. You knew he wanted more, and he knew you were ready and wanted it, too.

Taking in the new experience of feeling Neteyam's sensations, you moved your mouth across his cheek, kissing his jaw. He sighed at the feeling of your lips against his neck as you moved down the side of it slowly. He loved your touch. He couldn't get enough of it. To be so desired made everything inside you burn with anticipation.

You could feel him growing hard beneath you. You rocked your hips forward, grinding against him. His breath faltered for a moment, his fingers digging into your waist as he groaned your name against your neck. You smirked at his reaction, pleased at the effect you had on him. You continued grinding against him, the friction of your hips causing you both to gasp and curse under your breaths.

Neteyam was growing impatient. He grabbed your thigh with one hand and with his other hand, he held your back. Then, he pushed forward eagerly and laid you down on the ground in front of him. He took the hand off of your thigh to help prop himself up above you. His lips came down on yours again, this time with a desperate desire. His tongue teased at your mouth as he brought his free hand up to squeeze your breast, all the while grinding his hips against yours.

Meanwhile, you were having trouble doing much else besides moan against his mouth. Everything he was doing to you was driving you wild. Your hands gripped desperately at his back, the strong muscles tense as he moved against you. You wanted more, and if he couldn't already tell by the obscene noises you were making, he felt it through your bond.

Hovering over you, he raised his hand from your breast to grip the side of your face. You were both breathing hard, but as you looked up into his darkened gaze, you gave a shuddering breath. He stared down at you, his eyes full of desire and lust.

"So pretty," he breathed before kissing you again, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip, causing you to moan into his mouth. His lips moved sloppily down from yours, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your collarbone, between your breasts, and down your stomach. As he moved lower, your breathing turned into shallow panting, your stomach tensing at his sensual touch.

When he reached your waistband, he stopped and looked up at you. "Do you want this?" He asked, his voice heavy with desire. Regaining your breath somewhat, you replied, "You know I do." It was true, he could feel everything you felt and wanted.

"I know you do," he agreed, placing a kiss just above your waistband. "I want to hear you say it." Your heart was pounding in your heaving chest. He was driving you crazy with his words and touches, and you were starting to feel desperate. "I want this," you breathed. "I want you."

His eyes were alight with triumph. He undid the tie holding your covering together and slid it off of your waist. You lay before him fully exposed, and he sat up for a moment to drink in the sight of you. His hands were stroking the inside of your thighs, pushing them apart carefully as a slow smile crossed his face.

Sliding one hand up your leg, he stopped just before his fingers could touch your hot entrance. "Do you want this?" He asked smugly. You groaned both in pleasure and frustration. "Neteyam, please," you whined, desperate for his touch. He chuckled at your distress. "Please, what?" He asked in a teasing tone.

You groaned again. "I want this," you told him breathlessly. Satisfied, Neteyam pushed two of his fingers into you. You gasped as he felt inside you, curling his fingers just right as he moved them in and out. He let out a sharp breath as the pleasure you felt was relayed to him in his mind. His thumb traced the outside of your entrance and found where you were most sensitive.

"Neteyam," you cried as your whole body clenched at the sensation. Your breathing was ragged as he continued circling his thumb over that spot, causing your body to spasm and your legs to twitch. You brought your knees higher up as a reaction to his touch. With his free hand, he gripped one of your thighs tightly. He kissed the inside of your knee while his other hand continued pumping in and out of you. "I want to hear you," he murmured. You obliged him. As your thighs began to quiver from pleasure, you groaned his name again.

His pace increased, and through your bond, he knew exactly what tempo to settle at. You could feel your stomach begin to tighten, and you started panting shallow breaths. Sensing your buildup, he stopped his movements suddenly. A long whine escaped your throat. You squirmed beneath him, desperately searching for his touch to relieve you.

He pulled out his soaking fingers and lowered his head to kiss your stomach with a smug grin. "So needy," he said in a scolding tone. He kissed down from your stomach slowly, increasing your frustration and desperation. "Do you want—"

"Yes," you cut him off hastily. "Yes, I want this. I want this now." He actually laughed at you, but you didn't care. You needed him to keep touching you, and you didn't care if you had to beg for it. He kissed down your stomach, and as he moved down, he wrapped his arms under both your thighs to keep them open and still. His lips moved to kiss the inside of your left thigh, and you couldn't help but whimper at his soft touch to such sensitive skin.

Neteyam thoroughly enjoyed every reaction you were having to him. All of your little noises made his blood hot, and he could feel the twitching of your legs under his gripping hands. The only thing that held him back from pulling off his own covering and taking you right there was the exorbitant amount of fun he was having teasing you.

Finally, he decided to stop kissing your thigh, and he brought his mouth down right where his fingers had just been working. A cry of pleasure tore itself from your throat, your back arching off of the ground as his tongue picked up the work his thumb had left behind. As he lapped against you, your thighs clenched reactively, but his strong grip held them down, leaving light bruises where his fingers were digging into your flesh.

He moaned against your hot entrance. He could sense how good this felt to you, and he knew exactly where to put his tongue. Your whole body was writhing with every touch he made. One of your hands gripped some of his hair as he continued to eat you out relentlessly. His name was rolling off of your tongue as he took advantage of your sensitivity. Hearing you cry out his name like that only made him want more.

You were so close, your legs shaking as the knot in your stomach returned when he finally pulled his mouth away from you. You gasped sharply at the loss of contact. All the building tension in your body diffused as he pulled away. "Not yet," he murmured softly. You whined as he kissed your thigh, pulling himself up and away from your body.

As you were still recovering from the loss of his mouth on you, he tugged at the tie of his own waistband. Leaning forward again, he dragged his fingers through your wetness to slick himself with it. You groaned at his touch, already so sensitive. You were breathing hard in anticipation, and he finally leaned forward over you, supporting himself above you with one arm planted next to your head.

"Do you want this?" He asked one more time, sounding somewhat out of breath as he aligned himself to you. You looked up at his eyes, and you could see that he wasn't teasing you as he'd done the previous times. He was staring at your face with a restless look, waiting for your permission. Your voice felt stuck, so you nodded silently. His head tilted reproachfully, and his eyes darkened. "Say it," he growled.

Had you been of stronger resolve, you would've playfully defied him just to get back at him for all his teasing, but with him looking down at you with that intense desire, his new braids dangling above your face, you were so desperate for him that you swallowed your pride. You looked up at him through your lashes and replied in a low voice, "I want you." For just a moment, he hovered above you, looking down at you intensely.

Finally, Neteyam pushed himself into you. You inhaled sharply as he entered slowly. One of your hands reached up to wrap tightly around his wrist next to your head while the other held the back of his neck. His own breath staggered as he slid into you, his elbow buckling slightly, causing his upper body to lean in close. He planted his other hand on the ground to support himself better above you, and his forehead rested against yours as he gave you a moment to adjust to his size.

You were both breathing hard as he pulled out slightly before pushing back into you. He grunted softly at the feeling of being inside you, and both of your pleasure was increased by being able to experience each other's sensations. He continued moving at a slow pace, both of you still adjusting to everything.

"You feel so good," he panted under his ragged breath. You pulled his head down to you in a desperate kiss, and you could still taste yourself on his tongue. "More," you mumbled as you broke away from his lips for a moment. He grunted again, grinding deep into you. The friction against you caused you to gasp his name, the grip you had on his forearm and shoulder tightening.

His lips came back down against yours hungrily. He continued grinding against you harder, drawing quick, breathy moans from you. He was trying not to focus too much on his own pleasure, so instead, he directed his attention to giving you everything you wanted.

Your breathing was shaky as he moved. "Just li—" you started saying before you cut yourself off with a sharp gasp of pleasure. He felt so good. "I know," he whispered in your ear. "Just like that." Your head pushed back against the ground, and he kissed the front of your exposed neck. "Don't stop," you moaned as you gripped his shoulder tightly. He kept his lips against your neck for a moment before breathing, "I won't."

And he kept his word. He maintained his steady rhythm grinding against your hips just right. His mouth passionately kissed every inch of skin it could reach. You couldn't think straight. You were so overwhelmed by his touches, his words, and his desire, that you weren't able to do much besides hold onto him as he thrust into you over and over.

"I love you," he muttered against your skin. "So much." Your eyes fluttered open to look up at him. He moved his head to rest against yours, his eyes half-shut as he gazed down at you. You smiled softly, still breathing hard. "I love you, too," you murmured, lips touching lightly against his. "More than anything."

Your words had an effect on him. He brought his lips down onto yours in a hot kiss. His tempo picked up, causing you to moan into his mouth. "I've wanted you for so long," he said breathlessly. He brought one of his hands back to squeeze your breast, but then he let it trail down your torso. "And now I have you," he sighed as he pushed himself up a little bit and moved his hand between your bodies.

You gasped sharply, and your whole body spasmed as his thumb brushed over the top of your entrance. "Neteyam—" you cried out, unable to say anything more before he started rubbing his thumb rhythmically against you, rendering you speechless.

"It's okay," he said gently. "Let me hear you." You let out a shuddering moan. Your thighs clenched tightly around him. Your back arched away from the ground as he continued moving his thumb while making shallow thrusts with his hips. You were breathing loudly, feeling yourself get closer and closer to the edge. "That's it," he urged quietly, almost as if he was talking to himself. "Let go."

His movements and mutterings finally pushed you over. You trembled under him as a wave of pleasure washed over you. Your hands gripped him tightly at both his shoulder and his forearm as your whole body clenched reactively. You gave a stuttering moan as you rode out your high against him.

Neteyam groaned, too. In addition to feeling you tighten around him, everything you felt was relayed to him through your connection. As you were coming down, you writhed under him as you started feeling overstimulated. He pulled his hand away as you tried recovering your breath and moved it slowly back up your torso, feeling the soft skin of your stomach and breasts.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered as he traced his hand up to your fingers that had been holding onto his shoulder. He intertwined his fingers with yours and pinned your arm on the ground gently. You were still breathing hard, unable to speak, but you turned your head to his wrist that you had been holding and gently kissed the inside.

He started moving against you again, slowly at first, but with your quiet, moaning sounds, he found it hard to control his pace. His hand squeezed yours as he started grinding against you again. You couldn't help but whimper softly as he did, still so sensitive, and it was driving him mad. His head was pressed against yours, and you could hear him say your name between soft grunts in your ear.

You turned your head and kissed his jaw while you took your free hand and wrapped it around his shoulder, pulling him to be close to you. His arms buckled slightly, and his thrusts grew more desperate. He was growing close, and you knew it. In the same way that he could sense your pleasure, so, too, could you feel his, and it made you want it for him.

"Neteyam," you whined against his ear. "Neteyam, please."

Your begging pushed him over. He buried his face into the crook of your neck as he stuttered curses under his breath. His whole body tensed as he finished in you, and you let out a loud gasp as his feeling entered into your mind. His grip on your hand was tight as he took ragged breaths trying to recover.

You both remained like that for a moment, breathing hard and holding each other. Eventually, he moved back, and you groaned softly at the loss of him inside you. His chest was still heaving as he pressed several kisses to your neck and collarbones. You took your free hand from his shoulder and brought it up to cradle his face lovingly. He moved his head up and kissed you with surprising gentleness.

You sighed deeply as he pulled back and moved to lay beside you. "Are you feeling alright?" Neteyam asked quietly, brushing his fingers over your cheek gently. You smiled, eyes still closed as you savored the moment. "Better than alright," you answered. "I just don't want this to end." You opened your eyes to look at him, and he was gazing back at you with pure adoration.

"It won't," he said with a soft smile. "We have the rest of our lives together." In that moment, you were so overwhelmed by your love for him that you couldn't say anything back, but you didn't need to—he felt it all. You turned closely to him and kissed him again.

He pulled you close and held you tight. In the light of the Trees of Voices, you both lay there in silence. There were no thoughts of war, no bitter remnants of vengeance, no feelings of longing—just love for each other. That didn't mean that the war had ended, or that you didn't want justice for the People, or that you would never face hardships again, but you both knew that you would always have each other, and that was worth more than all your worries and troubles combined.

Both of you just stayed there holding each other in perfect happiness until you both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

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pairings : yandere!austin!elvis presley x female reader.

summary : two years has passed and elvis hasn't forgotten you.

includes : yandere themes (obsessive behavior, delusional thoughts).

author's note : i'm quite excited by this one because it's the first 'part two' i do and i don't know if i should turn this into a series ??? but thank you so much for the interactions in the first part, i'll be forever grateful ♡ okay enough, hope y'all enjoy.

part one. part three. part four. part five.

remember!! i don’t condone this type of behavior in real life, this is purely fictional. pls let me know if warnings need to be updated or added.

elvis returned from germany. he was a changed person, in many ways.

his mother passed away and that almost made him fall. but then, the colonel talked some sense back to him.

“ well, what about that girl you visited, hm? ” that made elvis stop sniffing, his neck almost hurting from how fast he looked at the colonel.

“ what about her? ” elvis muttered, his hands still grabbing his mother's clothes as they were holding him steady.

“ will she like to see you like this? ”

elvis thought about it.

his mind filled with that time he visited you, or what he would like to call it; your father didn't gave him time for an explanation and neither your mother. the only thing he could tell you before your father could shoot him, holding your hands in his, was:

“ i'll come back for you, wait for me, please. ” and that's the last thing he said before taking off. you opened your right hand, finding your heart necklace and by opening it, you saw it was intact; a little smile showed in your lips.

“ no, she wouldn't like to. ” the colonel nodded at elvis' answer. “ but, what am i supposed to do... ” he whispered, hiding his face in the clothes.

“ be brave. and strong. ”

and he did just that.

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“ honey, a letter arrived for you! ” your mother screamed while looking through the mail, your father giving a huff as he was sleeping before the scream woke him up; even though he returned to his activity, the newspaper he was reading almost falling off his lap.

“ coming! ” you screamed back, fixing the last buttons in your dress before walking down the stairs.

“ here, i need to finish your breakfast. ” she gave you all the mail, not bothering to check which one was yours.

you sat on the living room couch, reading through the few letters before finding the one that was directed to you. opening it carefully you were surprised at how soft the paper felt, 'it's clearly expensive' you thought.

while you were reading it your heart gave a full on spin inside you, eyes widening when you noticed who sent it.

“ darling? ”

you jumped in your seat, your mother looking at you with a worried gaze. “ are you okay? ”

you smiled, leaving the remaining mail in the little table at the center of the room, standing up.

“ yeah, it's just... a letter from, y'know, the friend i told you that went to college. ”

“ oh yeah! ” with your mother attitude brighten up, you could feel the air in your lungs again. “ such a sweet girl that one. ” she muttered before leaving to the dining room, now finishing your father's breakfast.

while your mother still talked about how nice the girl seemed and how you should follow her steps, you read the phone number at the bottom of the letter which was next to the extravagant elvis presley signature.

after your parents went to bed, you grabbed the phone in your room, standing up to stand next to it so you didn't made any noise.

dialing the number you took some deep breaths, closing your eyes as the overwhelming feeling took over you once again.

“ elvis presley's room. ” a gruff voice sounded in the other line of the call, making you open your eyes.

“ hi! ” your hand flew to your mouth, scolding yourself. “ i mean, hi. it's, uh, y/n, i got a letter today with this number at the end of it? ” you softly asked, trying not to make too much noise.

you could hear some movements, like sheets being moved around and the click of a door before the other person answered.

“ y/n... it's elvis. ” you smiled before shaking your head.

“ hi... again. ” you chuckled like he did too. “ um, i received your letter and i was- i am, a little bit confused on what you meant. ”

“ uh, well. i thought i made it clear. ” he muttered the last part to himself. “ i want you to come to this, uh, special thing i'm going to do. ”

“ no, yeah, i got that but- sorry, it's late and i can't explain myself, gosh. ” elvis chuckled, making you feel a little bit relaxed. “ i meant, the last part. the Graceland thing? ”

“ oh. well, i want you to move in. ”

a moment of silence.

“ uh, but... why? i mean, thank you? but we barely know each other and-. ”

“ don't you like me, y/n? ” he suddenly asked, making you shut up as you processed what he asked you.

“ i like you, elvis. ”

“ then why are you trying to say no? ”

“ well, i-. ” you interrupted yourself, your gaze landing in the floor, realizing you didn't knew exactly why.

“ if it's for your family they can come too, hell, i don't care if your dad wants to shoot me again. ”

you smiled at his joke, shaking your head before you realized he couldn't see you.

“ no, it's not that, it's just... i don't know. ” you whispered, messing with the phone cord, feeling like you were going to pass out.

“ how about this. you come to my special and we can talk about Graceland, hm? ”

you were confused, you didn't know what to say but as if your mouth was in autopilot you said:

“ yeah. okay. ”

“ great. i'll send a car and everything, sweetheart, you don't have to worry about anything, you hear me? i already miss you. ”

“ ha, yeah. um, good night. ”

“ good night, honey. ”

and just like that, the call ended with you standing there with a fuzzy mind and with a happy elvis on the other side.

lying to your mother always left you with anxiety later on the day, it wasn't easy. but i don't know what does god owes elvis presley because it was easy for you to lie to her.

telling her you were going to visit the friend that sent you the letter, having some 'take care' and 'goodbye' from both of your parents.

now in the car, on the way to elvis' special, you thought of the phone call from last night. you still couldn't understand why he wanted you in Graceland, why did he wanted you in his special- why did he wanted you in his life?

you only saw him when he was performing and you bet a million dollars he flirted with girls at every show of his, so why you? what made you special?

“ we've arrived. ” a buff man sitting next to the driver said to you, getting out of the car and opening the door for you to get out.

you were outside some big studio, you couldn't read the big sign; your mind foggy from the ride and the phone call you remembered, opting for just saying a quick thank you to the man and walking next to him, entering the building.

everyone was doing something, some people were fixing the stage, some of them were walking with some big costumes in their arms, few ones were laughing and chatting while they waited for their cue.

“ over here, please. ” you turned to the sound of the voice, noticing the same man was opening the door to some kind of hallway.

after a few more minutes of walking, you arrived to the final door.

the man knocked three times, taking a step back.

who opened was the same man that you saw at elvis' show that night.

“ ah, just who we were waiting for! so glad you could make it, my dear. ” he talked with a strong accent, you stayed silent. “ i'm colonel parker, elvis confident and manager. ” he laughed a bit as if what he said was a joke. “ you must be miss y/n. ”

“ y-yes. ” you smiled, shaking the hand he was offering you.

“ well! i will leave you to it. hope you can make him understand some things while you're at it. ” he moved to your side, looking at you with a complicit look. “ tell him to do what i tell him to do. ” he nodded, walking away with the man that escorted you there.

after seconds of standing there, you just entered the room, closing the door behind you.

“ uh, hello? ” you asked, looking around until your gaze fell to some curtains that were moving.

“ y/n? ” elvis asked as he opened the curtain, walking out with just a robe.

“ oh, uh, uhm. ” you focused your attention on the tv next to you, gulping as he just chuckled.

“ sorry... wasn't expecting you so early. ” he apologized, walking closer to you so he could see you better.

“ no, it's fine- sorry. ” you whispered, looking up at him, your hands trembling.

“ i'm really glad you could make it, sweetheart. ” he softly said, his hand grabbing yours.

“ um, yeah. ”

you started to feel uneasy, grimacing when his thumb caressed your hand, taking a step back before talking again.

“ well, i-. can we talk about... the Graceland... thing? ” you asked, feeling a bit calmer when he sat down, still standing up.

“ yeah, sure, but i have ten minutes before changing and going out. ”

“ i don't like the idea. ” you blurted out.

a moment passed, the only sound is the tv playing in the background; some news that neither of you payed attention to.

“ what do you mean you don't like the idea? ” his tone sounded harsh.

“ we don't know each other and you are this big star and- and i am... me! ”

your hands were shaking, elvis gaze on you made you feel scared. if you could tell your past yourself to prepare this conversation, you'd do it.

“ and? ” was the only thing he asked.

blinking a few times, you answered. “ nothing more. ” and it was the truth, you didn't had anything else than that. why would elvis presley, from all people, want you?

“ oh, baby... ” he whispered, standing up again and the fear in your body made your senses high. “ you're... for me. ” he said as if it was the most simple thing, the most logical explanation to it. “ no one else could have the power you have on me. you could tell me to leave all of this, ” he moved his hands around the room. “ and i would. in a heartbeat. ”

your gaze was glued to his, your hands fidgeting with the belt in your dress, your lips forming a slight pout.

“ do you want me to? ” he asked.

“ no! ” you quickly answered. now you felt confused, again. something you feel like every time he sweet talks his way in. “ elvis, i don't think you understand. ”

“ i understand perfectly. ” he grabbed your hands, kissing your knuckles with a gleeful smile. “ and i will act, darling, i promise you that. ”

just as you were about to ask what did he mean by that, the colonel knocked after opening the door.

“ my boy, you're on five. ”

elvis just nodded, glaring at him as the colonel almost rolled his eyes before closing the door.

“ sorry to cut this short, baby but i have to go. ”

you just nodded, your hands cold as his warm ones left them, standing still as if you were frozen.

“ hope i see you in the crowd. ” he whispered close to your ears, closing the curtain behind him. leaving you to your thoughts.

the colonel guided you to some kind of studio cabin, sitting next to some other people.

you saw the first part of the special, smiling unconsciously as you saw how happy he was to perform again. but, apparently, you were the only one about it.

some men started reclaiming the christmas special that was promised, the colonel trying to defend himself (not elvis) in the topic, leaving you alone in there for a moment before the colonel came back, sitting next to you.

“ after everything i do for him... he doesn't listen. ” he grumbled, his cane between his legs. “ but you did nothing than flutter your eyelashes and you have him wrapped around your finger. ”

shocked at how his anger was now directed at you.

“ e-excuse me? i.. don't understand what do i have to do with this- ”

“ please, everyone says that. ” he stood up, with the help of his cane, starting to walk out.

you just looked at your lap, speechless at how he suddenly acted as if you ordered elvis to do this.

“ ask him about priscilla. ” he said before walking out.

elvis called for you so you went back to his dressing room, you were just a wreck; the colonel just blamed you about that fiasco between him and his contract with some important people or something, elvis didn't talked to you the whole time you were there...

and you were hungry.

“ sorry, sweetheart. ”

you perked up at his voice, glad that you could finally talk with him.

“ it's fine, i just want to talk. ”

“ great, we'll do that back in my room. ” he said while grabbing some of his stuff.

“ no, elvis, i want to go home. ”

“... okay, thought it would need some more talk about that but sure, we can go to Graceland-. ” he talked while moving his hand, like he usually did.

“ my home, elvis. ”

and that was it.

“ how many times are we going to have this conversation? ” his harsh tone was back, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“ wh- what are you talking about? i told you i don't want to-. ”

“ AND I TOLD YOU I WILL DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! ”

you jumped back, grabbing the chair behind you as support.

“ you will come with me to Graceland and that's final. stop being a brat. ” he put his glasses on, starting to walk out of the room.

“ who's priscilla? ” you asked, loud enough for him to hear. and he did hear it.

“ what? ” he asked, turning back to look at you.

“ who's priscilla. ”

“ who told you that name? ”

you stayed silent.

“ y/n. answer me. ”

“ the colonel. ” you were scared. so scared. you want to go home.

you could feel the rage growing inside elvis, his hands started shaking, his jaw clenched, his hair was out of place and his feet was tapping the floor.

“ the colonel. ” he, weirdly, softly said.

elvis walked in front of you, making you flinch, tears brimming your eyes.

“ don't listen to him, baby, please. ” he cupped your cheeks with his hands, his glasses didn't allow you to see his eyes and for some reason that made you scared. “ he is a liar. ”

“ elvis... who-? ” your mind told you to ask. ask about that person. you have to know.

“ she is no one. ” oh, so is a she.

“ oh my god. ” you shook your head, trying to break free from his grip. “ is she your girlfriend or something? ”

“ she is no one, i swear. ”

“ elvis. ” you harshly said. “ i don't want to break anyone's heart- ”

“ you're breaking mine. ”

“ stop. i don't want anything with you, stop it. ”

elvis took a step back as if you shot him.

“ y-you... you said you liked me. ”

“ as a friend ! stop trying to turn my words upside down, stop it! ”

he moved his hand as if he was dismissing you.

“ 'm doing nothin'. ”

you only closed your eyes. wake up. wake up from whatever nightmare you're having right now. wake up. wake up. wake up. wake u-.

“ baby, please, believe me. ”

you opened your eyes, seeing him in his knees in front of you.

“ i love you and only you. ” did he just-.

you gasped, trying to walk back and get out of here but he grabbed your dress with his hand, burying his head in your stomach.

“ don't leave me, please. ”

“ elvis, please-. ”

“ don't leave, i'll do anything! ” he said louder than before.

“ no, elvis, listen-. ”

“ DON'T LEAVE. ” he screamed so hard even your ears hurted, your hands flying to his shoulders to steady yourself.

“ i won't! i won't, i won't... ” you whispered crouching down to his level, hugging him.

you closed your eyes, this level of fear making you almost throw up, missing the triumphant smile elvis had on the other side of the hug.

he finally got what he deserved after so many years of being brave and strong. you.

#yandere!elvis x reader #yandere austin!elvis x reader #austin!elvis #yandere austin!elvis #austin!elvis fic #austin!elvis x reader #elvis 2022

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sandrayofsun · 7 months

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SandRay will end my Life pt.4 (sorry :/)

Ok sorry I really don't mean to make these as long as they are. Like I literally always think "ok small post easy to read blah blah" but here we are lol

Here's parts: (one) (two) (three)

Let's continue!!

Ok listen y'all I'm not saying I'm relieved that they finally had the apartment fight...

But I'm relieved they finally had the apartment fight.

I only mean this in the way of we've all been so anxious to know if this would happen during ep.11 (cursed) and how they would come back from this. But I'm glad that it finally happened so we could still have time for them to fix things and finally get this part of the story moving.

I can't be the only one who hates the whole miscommunication trope because honestly it's the easiest one to use when you want to create conflict between two characters.

It makes sense I suppose in this context and with this couple because Ray has huge trust issues and mixed with his addiction it makes him an easy person to mislead. But I still don't love that he didn't jumped straight to "you never cared about me all you want is money" when this whole show has set up Sand as someone who doesn't want Ray for money and who is his emergency staff.

This part broke my heart a little because we see the extent of how much Ray cares about Sand. Especially with the intimacy between them, and coming straight from last episodes confession. But what's also painful is that that was probably a very cherished moment for Sand too, and Ray completely dismissed it without a second thought because of his anger.

First and Khaotung have some immense talent and chemistry, because this scene is filled with betrayal and anger, but also so much love. Ray loves Sand so much that he is hurt so much by the prospect that Sand might not love him the same, that it might just be all because of the money. But Sand is hurt that everything he's done for Ray has been totally dismissed because of a miscommunication. He did what he did because he loves Ray, he returned the money because he knows he didn't help Ray because of it.

Talk about an explosive ending to this highly anticipated fight. We've literally all known that this would be a very important turning point in their relationship, but I don't think any of us expected it to come in this episode (at least I certainly didn't).

My poor baby Sand:(

We know how much importance Sand places on his plum wine since it's what he uses to fund his life, so him destroying it was really sad to see. All he's done is try to help Ray, and sadly Ray chose to not trust him, even though one could argue Sand is the one person Ray should be able to trust.

Which makes the next scene so important.

THAT analysis will be in the next part!!

*sorry I'm so sorry I promise the next part is the LAST part* *pls forgive me I just have no one else to talk to about this*

go to part five!!

Bye!! ~

#only friends the series #only friends #only friends ep10 #firstkhao #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #firstkhaotung #sandray #raysand #ray pakorn #sand x ray #sand #send help

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shutupheathersorryheatherr · 8 months

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“Glad you’re here”

Summery: Kevin needs some comfort one day and you reassure him. a long chat right next to you is just what he knows he needed. thats great, but somehow it leads to him in your bed and your mouth on his. you know... cause you know... you really wanna make sure he knows his worth and how much you love every part of him. oops I guess approximately a 40 min read

a/n: idk what this is man. Tumblr wouldn't let me post a longer than like two sentence post and so it's a little late. I had a dream about something like this happening like months back and now it's finally come to life! or.... not really to life but life enough lol I told one of my moots on here about the dream and she said "that's perfect fic inspo" so here we are. at this point I can't remember if the smut part was in my dream but oh well I aint complaining. I don't know if this is any good cause I haven't written smut in a minute but pleas enjoy and let me know if y'all have any hard thots or future fic suggestions. (it was so exiting when I got my first request you have no idea I felt like real writer who people actually enjoy content from and not much could top that feeling ya know) I probably won't get to them for a month lmao but still id love to hear them!

warnings/info: cursing, Kevin had a bad week, comfort, reader and Kevin’s type of relationship is never specified in this fic if that’s makes sense, kissing, smut, low key body worship, like a little bit toward Kevin from reader, oral sex (reader receiving), also Kevin fingers reader, reader is afab when it comes to smut but is gn otherwise, mentions of having to go get a condom but no sex is described, think that’s it! misspelled words and incoherentness im sure, ill fix them soon, Pls lemme know if there’s anything these

THIS IS SMUT SO MINORS DNI AND FOR THE LOVE OF GAWD HAVE AN AGE INDICATOR IN YOUR BLOG SAYING YOURE NOT A MINOR SO I DONT HAVE TO BLOCK YOU! ID HATE TO BLOCK SOMEONE WHO DOESNT NEED TO BE BLOCKED thx

~this is simply a piece of fiction. my imagination onto "paper." this is in no way meant to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

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a familiar knock on your door brings you out of the daze you once were in. For once you weren’t doing anything. Comfort flowing through your veins as you relaxed. You weren’t expecting anyone…. You glance at your phone to see Kevin’s profile picture pop up. A candid photo you took of him while he was laughing at something or the other on a Ferris wheel when you two were just friends. The message simply said “hey it’s me” weirdly dry and weirdly simple coming from him. but your heart still leaped for joy out of you chest when you read it. Somehow more peacefulness coming over you as you walked to let him in, though you were scared something was wrong.

you swing open the front door, still halfway looking at your phone. I mean, if you had a cute picture of him that was at your disposal at all times in your phone, you'd be looking at it still too. it was one of those pictures were only you could see. something for your eyes only... that sentiment seemed to be a running theme in your relationship. not that you minded, though. you welcomed it. relished in the feeling of being so damn close to him.

you don't even get to let out a word before his arms are around you, his head is in your stomach, and his heavy breath his flattening out your shirts wrinkles. he's on his knees as first but when he gets up you stumble backward further into your place, shutting the door with your foot. he steps back, half to regain his composer he lost the second he saw you worried about him, and half because he realized he was probably too forward. he kicks off his shoes and before you know it you can hear little quiet sniffs coming from the man.

"you good?" you ask, even though you knew that he wasn't.

he peels his face off your shirt as you tuck your phone into your back pocket so as to not have any distractions. you wanted, no needed to be fully there right now. completely zeroed in on him and whatever he needed. In a flash it was like a full 360 realization came onto Kevin. In a flash he's pulling away from you and trying to compose himself. "God, im sorry. I-I didn't mean for my visit to turn out like this." he just wanted to see your face, talk a little bit, not to break down the second he saw you. His eyes dart around as he plays with his own fingers.

You take his hand, guiding him to sit down where you previously were. and god does he really want to scoot himself as close as physically possible to you. but he doesn't want to come off too strong, or like he was needy or anything. but now he's sitting here in arms reach of you and he's nearly screaming inside for you to pull him closer. "Don't be sorry. I’m glad you’re here.” you tell him, softly but firmly. it was more than that thought, and he took the opportunity you'd given him to tell you why he was upset. "I dunno, it wasn't one big thing or anything. but sometimes... sometimes I feel like im too much, you know? or that im not doing enough all at once. But hat probably doesn't make any sense though. kinda stupid, right?" your eyebrows creased together like you were asking what the hell he meant.

Over the course of the better part of an hour he tried so so so damn hard to explain to you what he was feeling and why he thought his entire body felt like it was aching because of it. You listened for a while until you got up to bring the both of you a snack cause he looked a little hungry. he wanted to stay close to you, though, so he followed you to where you kept your snacks and back. and though he was siglent on your short walk, you could almost feel the heaviness that was within him. it seemed to seep through his pores and straight into the air. but you still listened to him, trying to put in what you thought when he needed it.

through broken sobs and quivering lips he had to bite to stop from betraying himself and what he was feeling, he stoped abruptly. "...Like right now." he said simply. "What do you mean?" You prompted. "Are you..." he needed to collect his thoughts and pick himself up, now. "Are you embarrassed of me?" You crained your neck forward, as if you somehow hadn't heard him properly and your ears had tricked you into thinking he had said what you thought he had. "um excuse me? yeah, im gonna need an explanation." you chuckled. and he couldn't help but smile along with your slight laughter. it was infectious. he didn't know why but it seemed like whatever you where feeling he started to as well.

"So far you've spent at least thirty minutes here with men trying to help me." you said. but you still weren't understanding. that was just something you'd do for him. as he'd readily do for you. it came as sedan nature to the both of you and you liked it that way. how you both were so close that either of you could just drop whatever you were doing and help the other. "Does that not seem bad to you?" you simply shook her head. "I had a dream that you were embarrassed of me and how...." he searched for the right words, "you know, needy I can get. And I know it was just s stupid dream, ok? But then I actually started thinking about it." scenes flashed through his mind, burried deep into his heart of all the times you've cared for him. whenever he's feeling insecure and he either came to you about it, or you noticed it, you helped him out of his rut. All the times he's felt sick you've rubbed his back and brought him a cold compress and Vix vapor rub. and sure, he's done these things for you as well... but right now it seemed like he was all the work and you just had to pick up his pieces.

he hated the feeling of causing you so much trouble. and he knew what you would say, too. that "oh no you're not. you need to stop thinking that way about yourself." and he knew it did. he really did know that. but what he also knew was who it seemed like he was acting. no, how he was acting. he wasn't coming to you for every single little thing but sometimes it felt too close to it for his comfort. and not only thing, but, though he knows how you've told him a million times that he's welcome and encouraged to talk things out with you or even just ask for some comfort, he's also well aware how much he's been doing it this past month.

How was it not driving you nuts already? it was sure making him pace around his living room thinking and hoping that you weren't mad at him for it. And he had tried to hold out, ok? he really did today. But then he started thinking about how you probably felt a little suffocated by his latest actions and how it portably looked to outsiders and it made him get all up in his head and that made him only want to come over more. eventually, though, he broke and now here he was feeling bad about even being here.

"you look guilty." you note. "that's cause I am." he admitted, "im sorry that its probably a little weird me coming over like this. or at least me calling you for like an hour because of these things." he swallows thickly, looking at his swinging feet, unable to stop their moving by the floor. you were about to say something but he grasped your hand, blinking a few times and you know you should just let him talk for now. "Is this not embarrassing to you? like, when you talk to people how the hell do you even mention me doing this? I wouldn't blame you if you don't.... you just, seem so happy even when im acting like an actual wreck and y-youre not tired of it? or ashamed? or--" you pull him into your chest, leaning back and bit and letting him fall into a half laying down position, wanting him to be more relaxed.

"you do this for me too, you know?"

"Yeah, but im not the now showing up and the others door like a mess right now. making you take time out of--"

"yeah, but..." you trail off for a moment as he lifts his head up to look you in the eyes. His dark soft hair is sticking up, almost comically, from you pulling at his. more massaging his scalp than anything though, but by the way you gently tugged at his strands he seemed to melt into you easier. "that's what the both of us are here for, no?" you feel him nod into your chest and your small laughter from it causes a vibration to go through your upper chest where he lays his head and into it. you take a deep breath, spurring him to do the same. and for some reason, it really calmed him. air filling his lungs along with you, it felt-- at least to him, that it connected the two of you. releasing, but really it felt like releasing all the negitivity and heaviness that weighed him down. stuck to him like a sickness, and felt like a glue on his lungs that made it hard to breath.

but now, with a clearer head, he listened to you. listened when you said there was no place you'd rather be than with him right now. listened when you told him that no, he's not embarrassing just because he has feelings and lets them out. and he even listened when you told him you're proud of him for still coming to you to talk it out. you wiped the tears from his cheeks with your thumbs and ran your hands through his hair so much it stuck up almost like from electricity. and among talking about other things, the day grew along side the both of you and your chatting. eventually his mind was eased and now taken off of what was bothering him.

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He wondered how you could even do that, as he lay practically on top of you, wanting to fuse your skin together if he could just to get impossibly closer.

He leans in to whisper in your ear, “please. I-I I really need you closer” you look down at your bodies practically fused together, him basically on top of you, chest to chest and his warm nose, reddening from crying pressed into the crook of your neck. Puffs of air from his heavy breaths tickle your skin and you can’t help but smile as you pull him closer. “We’re already so close, Kev” but really, you knew what he meant. You felt it, too. His hardening dick pressing against your thigh. You could tell he’s trying to be inconspicuous about it, scooting away but you just pull him closer, fingers slicking around his back, thumb padding against his spine.

but you can feel him shiver against you. and not in the typical "I feel so good im practicluy purring" type of way. "You cold?" You ask. Though you know he wasn’t. The sound of him moving further on top of you come to your ears before his voice does. “You made me feel so good.” His face presses further into you neck, pressing a kiss into your rapid pulse. “I wanna make you feel good too… that ok?” You didn’t even need think about it before you nod.

a second later you're in your bed and he's laying on top of you just like before.

He keeps kissing at your neck. the pecks getting longer and more sloppy as the hand ticks on the clock, the only other soul in the room with you. he pulls you up with him so he can circle his hands around your back as yours travel under his shirt, riding it up and feeling his bare skin like it was second nature to you, but exploring like it was new to you all the while. a small smile graced his face and pulls his lips upwards ad he closes his eyes and just feels. feels your fingers on him and relishes it. his lips detach from your neck when he feels you on his lower abdomen. god he really looses his focus too quickly.

But how could he not with you, you and all your splendid glory right in front of him, feeling him up and now slipping your hands underneath the waistband of his pants, making him see stars when you start rubbing his hip bones. it made him get all tangled up in the moment it doesn't even register how you start laying him down. and at this point he doesn't really care as you capture his lips in a searing kiss that leaves the both of you feeling woozy. "open your eyes." you purswade gently. he does so, only for him to tug at the hem of your shirt. "Please," he sounds way too whiney and out of breath for the little that you have done, but he can't help it, getting a little ovewelmed by the thought and look of you, "I need more." you sit up on him, legs swung over either side of him and already dripping heat right above his.

You toss your shirt to the side and within a millisecond he's pulling you back down to him, wanting and needing to feel you on him. your chest presses against his and even though you're still wearing a bra he feels like he's in heaven. and "more" is what you start to give him; kissing down his body and telling him everything you love about him. starting with his shoulders, "you carry so much weight, mediforecly but still. Iove that bout you; how you're so willing to help shoulder a burden." you look up at him for a second, taking a break from just mumbling against his skin, "It also helps how they're so nice looking too. Gorgeous." you move to his chest, "I love you chest, know why?" he shakes his head, "its where one of the few biggest hearts I know is kept." you kiss right by where his heart is, hearing it beat rapidly under his burning hot skin. you go a bit further down his torso to his lungs, "these help you take deep breaths to calm down. im happy when you're calm so I love them." his eyes squint in a smile form your words

but suddenly he realizes as you start to kiss your way further down that-- “This is supposed to be about me making you feel good.” He pulls you up to his lips into a searing kiss that your body can't help but freeze in place from. his hips snap up into yours and you let out a surprised groan from the feeling. the pants you were wearing were thin, but still too much of a barrier from him. he stays underneath you, but now he's a bit more in control, wanting to make you feel above and beyond the love and want and all around good feeling you made him have all up until a moment ago. he sits up and his hands brush up and down your bare back, landing at your hips and keeping them there.

he just wants more. more more more until the both of you bursts. his mouth moves against yours in a way that made you think he was a dream. he sensed it too. and he only wanted to build on that feeling. he moves down to your collarbone and he has to tare himself away so as to not leave a hicky. he has to suppress a loud moan when you start moving your hips on him, grinding on his dick. he grips your hips tighter, thumbs pressing into your sides and the both of you parting lips just for a minute to look deep into each others eyes. he's knows that stare on you, though. a look of longing he wants noting more than to satisfy.

His hand hand travels down your torso to palm your throbbing core needing attention. the heel of his palm rubbing at your clit while his lingers work on your interance. even through the clothes you can't help but sigh in pleasure from his actions. Eventually you just can't take it anymore and you start humping his hand, wanting to realize but also not wanting to peel yourself away for more than a moment to take off your bottoms. under you, Kevin, hard as ever now, let out a whine into your mouth at your lust for him. it seemed like you no only had one thing on your mind and he loved it, chased after that need you felt and tried to expound on it.

you break away from him a moment later though cause, fuck this really isn't getting me anywhere. And help him tug his shirt up and over his head he complies it in his hand and puts it to the side to be long forgotten as you link your hands behind his neck and lean back with him as he chases your lips. he smiles into the kiss and it makes you do the same; a quite moment that wasn't ruined by him gently pulling at the waist band of your bottoms in question and you nodding against him. "oh yes please," you breath out, almost relieved, "I have to have you. thought you'd never ask." your tilt your head back, though you're not quite sure what for until he plants another open mouthed kiss on your sweet spot and you feel like blushing and moaning at the same time.

"Me too," he admits In your ear almost as a whisper, a secret only the two of you were able to share. "I wan-- need you closer." his fingers dance down, down, down, until he finds the wet patch you've made on your underwear. God he fucking needs it on his face, tasting you, smelling you, feeling you around him. better yet, why not get it straight from the source? damn it now he needs you on his face too. all the while he's rubbing you just how he knows youll shiver with pleasure and writhe on top of him, you're eyes are closed. and now thinking of it... and wanting you to know about it, makes him get a little bit bolder. "eyes on me, darling," he mimicked what you had said to him earlier. except this one was less commanding. he starts rubbing faster on your clit, making you pull him closer.

he can't take it anymore; with his free hand he begins to palm himself over his pants "I need you to see how you make me feel." you open your eyes to see the erotic sight right in front of you. his head thrown back and stroking himself over his sweats. you can tell he doesn't know what to make or do with himself. and to be completely honestly neither do you. his tongue is poking out to wet his lips as a high pitched keen meets your ears.

He feels like he really does need to-- need to show you how hard you make him. how else is he supposed to help you to understand all that he wants you to right now? You scoot his hand out of the way and replace it with your own "do I get you like this?" he presses his lips together and nods, barely able to form words with your hand moving on him now. "mmhm only you." the confession made you smile but you weren't able to continue the moment when he shifts so that you drop your hand and lay down further. "remember? you." he chuckles. he returns his hands to your heat, you tugging down your bottoms in the process.

Now that he sees you clad in just your underwear and bra, he can't help but crawl back up to eye level and give a quick peck to your lips. it was too fucking sweet to describe. with a cute smile pulling at his lips, he backs up and his fingers return to pleasure you. your underwear was sticking to your pussy uncomfortably now, wet patch now more visible. and as much as he wanted to tease you more, he also knew what you needed. he rolls down your underwear just as he would any other time. that was one of the things you loved about him, you thought as he dips his fingers into your wetness, testing the waters. you didn't know he was going to come over, you deffintly didn't know that it was going to turn into this. it wasnt like you wore anything special and dressed up, but he still loved it all. noticed was amiss, noting changed.

that was one of the reasons why you didn't mind having to spend so much time comforting him. cause he does the same for you an no matter if you dressed up or not he still gave you what you needed, not just sexually but in general. so of course you'd treat him the same way.

You make a sound of pleasure and now he's hooked, chasing more form you. dropping his entire body down further, he comes face to face with your glistening cunt. the fact that he made you like this-- god can barely think because of it. he takes an experimental lick up your folds and holds his tongue at your clit, putting hot, wet, and steady pressure on it. the muscle moves a bit more, kitten licking at your hole, sucking at your clit, and doing all the things that makes you wanna combust.

his tongue goes in and out, poking inside your gummy walls. and he feels like he's in heaven with you right now. He can barely handle it as he feels you clench around noting and you whisper out his name over and over again, pulling at his hair, tighter than before, bringing him impossibly closer. he grasps your hips to pull your up and even closer. the new angle hitting just right you can't help my moan. "fuck-- I-- I need--" you don't even know what you need at this point you just want more of this, more of him. He's eating you like a starved man, already drunk on how you taste on his tongue, wanting more.

While his tongue works on in between your folds his nose is getting wet bumping at your clit. His hands on your hips makes it perfect to grind on his face. but he doesn't mind, invites it, actually. He just holds out his tongue and lets you grind your way dangerously close to your high. He starts to move along with you, matching your movements as his dick twitches in his pants. the added pressure is just what you needed to go over the edge. you start to slow your movements on him, him picking up the pace so to help you ride it out. his hips rock into the mattress, wanting and needing to feel more. you're sounds proving to be too much without himself feeling something. You're moaning and groaning and whining along with him against you as you feel pure euphoria rush through you like a wave of perfection.

You try to even out your breath as he rubs at your hip bones, sitting up to keep himself from grinding on the bed, he can already tell he's not gonna last long enough to have you later too. "You--" you don't even know what to say as he brings you up with him, you know sitting on his thigh and you don't know if you can take it anymore. neither can he, seeing you cum-- it took everything in him not to follow along with you. he can't help but thrust his hardness up, barely feeling you in the end but he needs something, anything. just the thought of himself feeling your slick on his cock. that's all he needs, really; your wetness on him. he just needs to feel it. so he keeps going, angling his thrusts towards your pussy. he fucks himself into you, needing to feel you on him.

he locks his lips on yours as you rut yourself on his thigh. your fingers that were in his hair unties his pants and inches them down enough so that he get thrust up, getting his tip wet through one less layer. The feeling makes him press his lips harder on yours. he whines into your mouth and you don think you've ever heard a sound prettier. his hands are griping your hips, traveling to your back to bring you closer. you're grinding on his thigh as he tries to grind onto yours, the slick that travailed down your thigh making it easy to slide, rubbing up and down, his mind blank.

he's almost looses sight again with his lips moving in sync with yours. He breaks the kiss to watch his own hand go down to capture your release on them, fucking it back into you when you urge him to hurry up. he curls his fingers right where you want him to, pumping them in and out at the same pace he was thrusting into your thigh. you had just came so the feeling was ten times stronger than before. He senses what you're feeling and pecks your lips one more time before driving his fingers back into your heat. "give me one more? please I know you can." he nearly pleads with you.

You hump his palm, chasing your own high. a slow and intimate grind but enough to get you what you want and need. he feels woozy because of the feeling of your cream lathering up his fingers and forming a ring around the base, now dripping onto his palm as he watches his fingers roll in and out. a moment later and you're releasing all over his hand, his whining while he humps your leg taking it to a whole new level as you moan out in pleasure. and now he's rubbing the slick you've given him back into your pussy

your lips are back on his in an instant, unable to stay away for long after the leg shaking orgasm he gave you. he looks down at his boner. not realizing he had cum along with your with his release making a wet patch all on the front of his boxers. "you're still hard?" you chuckle. "For you? always." he smiles, more of a smirk than anything, back at you. breathing heavy and labored and eyes squinted.

"Do you have a condom?" he asks, half actually asking and half wondering aloud if you wanted to go any further, "I don't think I can keep on seeing you look so perfect without doing anything about it any longer." he wonders if he's even making sense. but when you peck his lips and reach over to your nightstand. he freezes, but he's back to life in a second when you turn to him with one.

“aren’t you glad you’re here?” You laugh, “you get to share you feelings and we get to have each other.”

He’s sure the way you said it must be a joke I’m some way but yeah, he's really glad he came over.

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literallyjusttoa · 1 year

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Some interesting differences between Greek and Roman myths (and other things) that I think would've been really cool to explore in HoO and ToA

Disclaimer: I am no scholar, and while I have tried my hardest to check my resources for accuracy, any sort of second-hand account of mythology has a chance of holding misinformation. I sadly do not have access to many primary sources, so this might not all be 100% accurate!! If you see something and you know it's wrong, pls let me know so I can fix it!

Anyways, onto the list! This is REALLY long, but the organization is gonna go like this.

Fact about the difference between Greek and Roman myths or worship.

Reason why I think it would be interesting to explore in the riordanverse.

and so on and so forth. This is really just for me to document ideas I've had, but hopefully y'all get something out of it too, read at your own risk, I suppose.

The Romans believed that after the Titanomachia, Saturn (The roman name for Kronos) fled to Italy and took refuge with it's king. Saturn eventually shared the throne with this king, and their kingdom was known to be joyous and peaceful. Romans actually worshiped Saturn bc of this, and he had a temple at the foot of Capitoline Hill.

Imagine if Percy arrived at Camp Jupiter, and one of the first things he sees is a temple to the titan he just spent 5 years trying to defeat. Like, I know he has no memories at this point, but I'm sure it would make him at least a bit uneasy. I think this would do a lot to sell the greek/roman schism in HoO, bc that whole plot point never really hit with me. We keep being told the Greeks and Romans hate each other almost instinctively, but other than Octavian, we aren't really shown it. Also it always seems like the Romans hate the Greeks and the Greeks are just kind of offended that the Romans hate them. Having actual tangible reasons for our main Greek character to feel uncomfortable around New Rome would a lot to make this actually feel like an equal issue.

2. In Greek mythology, Zeus was thought to be powerful, but not a supreme force. He was still beholden to the strings of fate. On the other hand, Jupiter was seen as the lord of life and death, having complete power and control over the cycle of life. He was more powerful than fate, and never came down from Olympus, as Zeus was known to do often.

Again, a HUGE discrepancy that I wish the books explored. This just kind of goes with the underdevelopment of Jason in HoO, but how cool would it be if Jason had this understanding of Jupiter. Like, yeah, in canon Jason points out that Jupiter is stern and distant, but it never gets to all-powerful controller of life levels. Having Jason see his father's distance as right and just would make him an incredible contrast to Percy, who just spent the last 5 books trying to get gods to be more open with their kids. It would add so much to Jason's arc about being torn between Camp Jupiter and Camp Half-Blood. As a Roman and Praetor, Jason understands why his father never speaks with him, but as a kid, he wishes he could know the humanity of the Greek side of his father. (ofc in pjo Zeus sucks either way but Jason doesn't know that)

3.Juno was actually seen as much nicer and more matronly than Hera, and was said to watch over every woman from her birth until her death.

I just think this would do wonders for Hera's characterization in the riordanverse. Imagine if we got to see her actually help one of the girls on the Argo II as Juno, especially since she basically put EVERY SINGLE MALE CHARACTER on the Argo II personally, yet had nothing to do with he female characters??? Seriously, Hera was behind Leo, Frank, Jason, and Percy being a part of this quest, but as far as I can remember, she had nothing to do with Annabeth, Piper, or Hazel being there. What is up with that? It would've been so cool to see Juno watch over Hazel, or help Annabeth (Could lead to some awesome character development for both Hera and Annabeth), or even just give some advice to Piper. Seriously we were robbed.

4. This isn't really a difference, but there is actually a period in Rome where Apollo does not seem to have been worshiped at all, or at least not in any major capacity. One temple is noted to have been built for Apollo in 430 B.C.E., but we don't really see him again in any sort of public way until Augustus takes power hundreds of years later. Seeing as Apollo was one of, if not the most popular Greek deity, this is a rather large change. Of course, once Augustus brings him back to the limelight, worship of Apollo becomes hugely popular, with many emperors claiming his moniker to show their own divinity.

This could actually fill a big plot hole in the riordanverse. It makes no sense that Apollo has 6-7 Greek children as of the end of ToA, yet he has no roman kids at all? However, in this light we see Apollo as a god who never really connected with Rome, and was a bit of a late runner when it comes to Roman worship. If you look at it from a character standpoint, instead of a strictly historical or mythological view, it almost seems like Apollo was holding onto Greece. The Romans started taking Greek colonies in the 200's B.C.E, and have fully taken the area by 146 B.C.E.. In this time, and even before it, almost every Greek deity was co-opted into Roman worship. Apollo, however, stayed steadfastly Greek, until Augustus started to pray to him for victory in battle. (Fun fact: Augustus actually credited Apollo with his victory over Marc Anthony and Cleopatra in Actium) This whole thing makes it look like Apollo just didn't want to be Roman, or at least he didn't want to let go of Greece like the other gods were. And it seems like he didn't let go of Greece at all in the end, as there are very few notable differences between his Greek and Roman depictions. From this, I take two things. One, Apollo was probably never Roman, at least not in the way HoO depicts a god being Roman. This creates some interesting implications for how Apollo lived during Roman times, but that's a whole other thing. Two, because of this, Apollo might not be able to have a Roman demigod child. After all, the demigods at Camp Jupiter are classed as such for being born to specifically roman counterparts of gods. If Apollo has no such counterpart, he can't have the kids. Of course, this begs the question of Octavian, but I'll expand on that later.

5. When you look into it, the Roman god Diana is actually much closer to many characteristics of Hecate than she is the Greek portrayal of Artemis (though this is mainly because Artemis and Hecate were mixed together often, even in Greek times.) It is said that Diana has three forms: In the heavens she was Luna, the moon; on earth she was Diana, the goddess of the hunt; and in the underworld, she was Proserpine, a malevolent master of witchcraft.

Ok, ok I know this actually makes no sense in the context of HoO, but wouldn't it be so cool if Hazel worked with Diana instead of Hecate. I just think it would really expand the arc!! Seeing a different side of Artemis, one of the godesses we've probably saw the most of in the original series, would be so neat. Also, Diana as Proserpine having connections to both witchcraft and the underworld makes her a perfect fit. IDK IDK I just think it would be really cool. PLUS it would give Hazel and Frank a fun little parallel bc Frank would be inspired by Apollo while Hazel was trained by DIana. Vague sun and moon parallels my beloved.

6. The job of an Augur is actually much closer to the Greek's soothsayers than it is their oracles. While oracles are said to interpret the god's will, soothsayers and augurs see the future simply through simple acts of nature. The way in which augurs tell the future actually has a lot less to do with the gods than one might assume.

I just wish this fact was mentioned in HoO bc honestly it clears up so much for me. Also when it comes to Octavian, I think it makes more sense for him to be blessed by Apollo instead of descended from him (I know he says he's both in the book but shhh wait let me keep going for a sec) Soothsayers and Augurs were priests, directly picked by the gods to divine the future on their own. While oracles were basically the gods mouthpieces, Augurs would be allowed to divine their own interpretation of the future from what they saw in nature, all condoned by whatever god blessed them (probably Apollo). In this way, the whole "Apollo is turned mortal bc he supported Octavian" thing makes a lot more sense. In canon, we only get told through a throwaway line that Apollo was "totally swayed by Octavian's promises of power guys, trust me." It always just seemed so out of left field to me. If I were to take it in a new direction, I would lean much more into the fact that Octavian was an appointed priest of Apollo, who abused his supposed ability for prophecy to cause war. Apollo is now directly stated to be Octavian's willful benefactor, so of course he'd take the fall this. It would show Apollo's callousness. He doesn't care for Camp Jupiter as much he does Camp half-blood (see point 4) so he let the position of Augur become corrupt with little complaint. Also, if Octavian isn't Apollo's descendant, my whole "Apollo can't have a roman kid" theory is FOOLPROOF HAHAHAHAAHAHAHA

7. While both cultures had large religious festivals, Rome's were much more centralized and documented. This is mainly due to Rome being ruled by a single republic or emperor, as opposed to Greece's city-states.

This isn't changing anything in canon as much as wishing there was more of it. Man, I wish we could've seen more of the Roman festivals. We're always just told they happen, but I wanna know the specifics! These are huge religious events! Are the New Romans actually fully worshiping the gods these festivals celebrate? How do the Roman characters we have feel about the festivals? Does Jason miss them while on the Argo II? Do Hazel, Frank, and Jason try to put on a small celebration for the festivals that pass while they're sailing to Rome? Let these things be important dangit.

8. When the Greeks sculpted, they focused on the ideal form, with emphasis put on the athletic male figure. Because of this, the face of the figure was not specific to any individual, as it was not the focus. In contrast, the Romans put a heavy emphasis on the face. In Rome, you wanted your lineage to be known, so you had your face sculpted with intense detail. That way, sculptures of your face could be compared with sculptures of your forefathers, or your children.

Again, I wish we were shown more of a difference between Greeks and Romans than "Romans are strict and organized, Greeks like to have fun" They're two entirely different cultures!!! Imagine if we showed the Roman emphasis on lineage in someone other than Octavian. Have Jason be genuinely proud of the affluence being a son of Jupiter gives him, let that be a flaw of his, a point of contention on the Argo II. Show how family pride can be important in arcs like Frank's, where he learns how to accept the fact that he is Mars' son, and grow into that role. Put the emphasis of these arcs on the fact that they're struggling with the ROMAN idea of family lineage. Let being from New Rome be an real identity. I feel like the synopsis of this whole thing is that I wish the Romans had whole beliefs that were wildly different from the Greeks. They could value different things, interact with the gods in distinctly different ways. We always see the conflict of swords between the Greeks and Romans, but never the conflict of beliefs, and I think that kind of sucks. Also it makes NO SENSE THAT THE ROMANS HATE THE GREEKS ANYWAY! Ancient Romans fucking loved Ancient Greeks! They saw the Greeks as their ancestors, adapting all of their religion and art out of a genuine appreciation for the culture. If anyone should hate anyone, it should be the Greeks, bc the Greeks were the ones who GOT CONQUERED. But in HoO, all of the Greeks just seem mildly disgruntled by the idea of Romans. idk it doesn't make much sense to me.

If you got to the end, I hope you got something out of my rambles. I honestly still feel like I have more to say about this stuff, so if anyone has any questions or wants me to expand on anything lmk! If not tho, thank you for reading!

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lorkai · 8 months

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Chapter I; Family

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: After literally a year I've finally finished writing the first chapter and the second is half-way done. But rereading this I realize I was being too demanding on myself, this chapter is fine. And despite the immense delay, I hope y'all like it as I do. I'll post it later on AO3 as well, the link to my profile is in my pinned post if you want to read it there btw. → Necromancer Au masterlist here.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Mc was written gender neutral but in the original idea Mc was a man. So uh if there's any typo about their pronoun pls let me know and I'II fix it, I proofread two times but sometimes something can escape me. Also Lilith's alive.

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Traditions can be boring sometimes. But you absolutely adored the holiday tradition with your beloved demons, sitting in the living room before Christmas dinner and telling horror stories. Well, it wasn't just horror stories that were told on that day, there were jokes, challenges and various pranks going on, it was certainly your favorite day and you wouldn't trade it for anything.

Discreetly you watched the faces of each of them react to the tale of terror Lucifer was telling so intensely, clutching your cup of hot chocolate as you listened.

The fire in the fireplace lit his dark hair and his dark voice carried the same touch of drama even though he had already told several stories throughout the night, you watch as the older demon adjusts his glasses over his nose and takes a deep breath before continuing his unhappy tale. His grave words escape your ears as you can only thank whatever deity your path and theirs have crossed, because they were your family and they became very important people to you. You loved them and you knew they loved you too.

They were people you could no longer imagine living without. Each of them was special in their own way and they all brightened up your mornings, even if they were yelling or fighting as early as six o'clock sharp. You still managed to find joy even in the midst of your irritation through the chaos they created and dragged you into.

Beside him, Mammon lets out a loud scream and throws himself on top of the person closest to him for comfort. Everything happens in slow motion in your vision, he and Levi roll off the couch onto the floor and both struggle like fish out of water, completely in the middle of a senseless panic. The avatar of greed hugs his brother's torso with all the strength he has while the avatar of envy tries to flee. And a round of laughter spreads across the room like the hot fire that runs through their bodies and you try not to laugh so hard to spare them some dignity, but it's impossible once your gaze and Lilith's meet. And you burst into loud laughter as Satan helps them back to their feet.

"Grow up, Mammon." Asmo sneered in a cynical chuckle. His muffled voice was almost a whisper between the fabrics of the scarf he was wearing, and he burrowed deeper into the covers for a source of lingering warmth.

He resembled a kitten wrapped like that and Solomon seemed to have thought the same, pulling him closer and whispering something in his ear that made him laugh softly. They finally embraced again, Asmo resting his head lazily on the sorcerer's chest as the other man played with the demon's peach hair.

There's a certain simplicity to the gesture that almost makes you envious. Almost. You know you could throw yourself on top of both of them and snuggle into Solomon's chest too. It wouldn't be the first time after all

Belphie laughs at his older brother, hiding his laughter in his hands. The youngest of the brothers squirms in his seat and with the same malice as ever, places his cold foot on Mammon's bare ankles, which makes him jump once more and glare at him.

"Why did you do that?" Mammon, embarrassed and mumbling something under his breath, came to sit beside him again, so close that their knees were touching as Belphie laughed along with Satan. The avatar of greed sneaked a path to where your hand rested and wrapped it in his, warm, comfortable and your fingers fit together as if your hands were made for each other. You didn't say anything, sparing him embarrassment as you watched his reactions to the story Lucifer kept telling.

If anything, Mammon would rather work full time to make honest money than sit there and listen to one more tale of ghosts, goblins and fairies that makes him shudder all the time. But he didn't dare to oppose that tradition, not when it marked a really special period for each of them. The day you definitely went to live in Devildom with him and his brothers.

What was utterly ironic, however, was that at the end of the night he would most likely seek comfort in your room even though he knew that was precisely where the spirits he feared sought refuge.

You were a necromancer after all and everyone knew it.

"What, um... what happened next?" Luke asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. His heart clenched at the pessimistic thought that something might have happened to the fictional people in Lucifer's history.

Avalanche shadows and enraged mystical beasts were reflected between his blue eyes - few details you were paying close enough attention to remember, the youngest of the angels almost didn't want to think about the end of the story, but Simeon's hand on his shoulder gave him courage enough to keep still and wait.

There was an expectant pause in which a smile graced the morning star's lips and he continued promptly after Barbatos poured him some more melancholy coffee. "To this day, they say that if there's a storm and you're walking around the mountain, you can see her spirit wandering aimlessly, looking for her children." Lucifer finished with a sigh, running his fingers through his messy hair, and then ran his eyes over the faces of each of his brothers and their guests.

He seemed satisfied with the collective shock that spread and then looked at you, searching for some surprised expression on your face or something, only his pride kept him from pouting when he realized he wouldn't have any of your expressions.

Stories like that didn't scare you for a long time, precisely because you've been dealing with situations like that since you were just a child. Still, the impact hit you hard when you processed all the information, not because it was scary, but because it was sad to imagine a woman who died during an avalanche and left her children helpless behind, on the verge of certain death that would befall them in the absence of her protection. It was just sad and yet, real. Just like so many ghosts who came to you begging to help their children, to tell you they were dead, or to offer solace.

If someone asked you how you see death, you knew exactly how you would answer. Melancholic and real. Things you loved during your life, things you were proud of, and all your deeds would be forgotten, buried in an endless round of study and work, of pain and hardship, of arrogance and greed, regardless of whether they were a good person or not. But it was also scary and cold, and bad for those who couldn't move on.

Whispers of approval at the story ran between the brothers. Lucifer was, much to Satan's displeasure, a very good storyteller. He confided in you once about how he tucked his brothers and sister into bed and told seven different stories every night when he was just a young archangel. In your mind a cute image popped up whenever you remembered that; just a young looking Lucifer putting little kids in their beds, tucking them in, kissing their foreheads and reading silly stories. It was hard to imagine him doing such trivial things when he was always so serious and austere all the time.

At least, you thought, after all the years that had passed he started acting more carefree like he used to be, according to what Mammon told you.

Five long years have passed quickly since you first came to Devildom as a mere exchange student, and in just a few days it would be six years. You still marveled at that fact on Christmas nights, mainly because everything was so different and surreal. You never imagined that talking to Lilith that day would take you so far away from human things and show you something unique, but here you are, happy, complete and feeling accepted among them. Thing humans would never do because they don't accept different people and you know it.

You remember all too well what happened when your so-called best friend found your grimoire and all the rumors she spread about you. Just because she was afraid of the unknown instead of trying to understand it. And mostly, you remember what your parents and doctors did to your older brother, thinking about him even after so long still makes your heart ache. How do you get over something like that?

"You forgot one detail, Luci." Lilith said suddenly. She was leaning over a small table, selectively choosing the sweets she would like to eat and then cramming as many as she could manage into her mouth at once. The lack of manners made her brothers all laugh at the way she resembled a squirrel with her cheeks puffed out, but even the embarrassment on her face didn't stop her from eating.

"The woman tends to follow the person she sees. So to get rid of her, you must guide her to the light, it's, um, pretty similar to what my kid here is used to doing since they were just a little sprout. Oh, how proud I am of them, you all should see them in action!"

The comment in a maternal tone warmed your heart and you almost wanted the former angel to wrap you in one of those warm hugs that took all the anxiety away, just like she did when you were just a child. But you restrained yourself and made a toast in her honor, raising your cup and drinking away with a goofy smile on your face.

"Come to think of it, how come we've never heard a story from you, Mc?" Satan asked. A cat pad was draped over his arms as he clutched it to his chest, the fabric mimicking the warm fur of a kitten. The blonde sipped his hot chocolate while waiting for you to respond with great interest in the topic.

But you knew he was just waiting for a chance to ask you to tell the story you briefly mentioned a few months ago.

On the one hand, it was true that they didn't know much about your histories or past in general. The brothers knew only brief details that Lilith told them when asked what kind of things you had been through together, some sad ghosts wandering and asking for help, the sound of footsteps on the floor of your room during the night and figures that you always saw out of the corner of your eye. But it was always fanciful, almost a sugar-coated lie.

And on the other hand, you didn't know if you'd like the idea of recounting all the thousands of sad and brutal cases on a night like the one when you celebrate family and unity. And there was so much blood and pain and torture in them that it could turn the stomach of anyone listening.

You could almost feel the presence of the people you've helped coming back to you, their hands rubbing your back or their warm breath on your neck, urging you to tell their stories, coaxing you to talk about what bothered you about each one of them. But that sensation only lasted a second and then your gaze hardened and you focused your attention on the flames devouring the charcoal and the crackling sound they made.

"I'll let you decide if you really want to hear such stories, but I must warn you that they are violent." You said it wisely. Then you leaned over and poured yourself some more hot chocolate, taking small sips to savor every drop of that precious liquid you hadn't had in a while. "I already have one in mind, in case the answer is positive. Not too violent and not too quiet, good enough for the Christmas mood."

"It's a must to have you tell the next story Mc, I can't stand listening to Lucifer talk all night anymore." Satan growled. The emerald eyes were focused in your direction, then quickly his focus returned to what he was drinking and to something Solomon had commented on some kitten post on Devilgram.

Lucifer rolled his eyes and began dramatically massaging his temples across the room, his melancholy coffee still curling upward in steam. And seeing that, Belphie quickly joined Satan just to make Lucifer's headache worse.

"I fully agree!" He suppressed a yawn before continuing to speak in a soft tone. "We've heard many stories told by Lucifer, Simeon and Barbatos. It would be nice to hear one that actually happened."

Leviathan and Mammon, however, seemed oblivious to everything going on around them. The two were playing a new game together that had just been released. The name was The Nephellim's Deal or something like that, you weren't sure, but you knew that several important figures for the history of Devildom were present in the game. Various wars, deals, and betrayals were elements you remember Levi talking about for several minutes.

Perhaps if you have time, you'd play it later and then you could compare your opinions on the game.

"Yummy sweets, they remind me of the ones we ate on our trip to India." Beel muttered suddenly, swallowing all the sweets on the tray and licking his lips so that not a single grain escaped him. You looked at Barbatos at the exact moment he trapped a sigh in his throat and smiled imperceptibly, tired and still wearing his white apron.

The poor demon has been baking cakes and pastries since early morning. You didn't have as much aptitude as him when it came to cooking, but your hands were aching after helping him for so long, the knowledge of his techniques, however, was too interesting for you to let a chance like that pass. Besides, you couldn't trust Solomon with cooking and you couldn't ask Luke to stay in the kitchen all day when you knew he wanted to play in the snow with the others.

Simeon smiled kindly. "I know you liked them so I brought these sweets directly from India, Beel."

At that moment Beel seemed to be hit by a cupid's arrow and he smiled widely. "Thanks Simeon. They were delicious."

"Boys, make up your mind please, Mc is impatient." Noticed Lilith. The angel was arranging the stockings over the fireplace in a specific way as she hummed her signature slow song, she almost seemed to float in the large coat that Lucifer always wore over her shoulders, smiling smugly as she managed to get her brother to hand over his favorite coat to her. "Don't torture my poor child too much or they'll get cranky."

You suppressed a giggle and waved your hand. But there was as always a ring of truth in her words, the brothers took ages to agree among themselves and the heady heat of the flames was enough to make sleepy sighs leave your throat and have you second-guessing whether you want to stay in the classroom or return to your quarters and sink into the comfortable, fluffy bed for a nap before Christmas dinner.

You let your head fall on your own shoulder as you waited for a statement from your other friends, humming the same song that Lilith was humming minutes ago, but more brighter and faster.

"I'll be happy to hear any stories, but I'm going to put Luke to bed first." Simeon signaled to the young angel who was sleeping in his lap. He got up and walked away towards the guest room that was given to him slowly, looking as tired as the others. And you swore you heard a yawn coming from him, but the sound was buried by Levi who let out a scream at that moment.

"Watch where you're going, Mammon!" He scolded his brother. "Why I'm playing a precious game like this with you?"

"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that ghosts and spirits are a darker topic than the horror stories we hear." Solomon stared at a fixed point, lost, he too had had his experiences with the supernatural. Instinctively he took his hand to Asmo's curls and twisted strands of his hair with his fingers, calmly patting Asmo's head, making the demon of lust purr violently. "But if you guys want to, I'm all for it. The only time I heard you tell any stories was during our practices together and they were all so short."

Lucifer turned to Diavolo and Barbatos with his eyebrows raised in mute question. But before they could even say anything the sound of the main doors opening made everyone fall silent and look at each other, noting that five people were still missing from their little celebration. Their voices and footsteps echoed down the hall quietly as if they owned the place and the shrill sound of Thirteen's laughter reached the room long before them.

And like a good host, the Morningstar calmly got up and went to meet his late guests. The sound of their happiness echoed in his deep voice as he greeted them warmly, you could hear the smile on his face.

And you took the opportunity to get up and stretch. Your feet were numb, but your mind seemed more awake and obviously the memories were resurfacing as well as Lilith, who was already smiling. She rubbed her hands together in an exaggerated manner and like a mother, she began to fix your hair and the collar of your shirt. "I kind of miss those times really, I always enjoyed running around and having fun with the ghosts."

"Are we going to tell the story about the drunken ghost? Or should we tell about the dancer and the mimic? So many stories to tell, I'm excited!" Lilith excitedly quoted the stories she remembered, counting on her fingers, her eyes shining in a special way as the faces and names of those people passed like a blur in her head, it's been a few years since most of them will happen. Those memories were as precious to her as they were to you and not for a second did you doubt that this wasn't the case, after all it was because of you that she had come back to life.

For the third and she hoped it would also be the last she was revived - but without dying this time, she was back in the world of the living, now as a half angel, half demon. One white wing and one black wing. Until now you didn't understand what went wrong with your reanimation spell to have caused this. But as long as she was alive and healthy, you assume it doesn't matter what she is. Plus she was now like Morgana, a nephellim.

She was finally back to life and that was all that mattered, you, her and the brothers could live happily ever after now, with nothing to worry about, with the exceptions of the usual chaos and silly fights that made everyone laugh.

You wouldn't trade it for anything.

"So… what do you intend to tell us?" Asmo eyed the two of you with interest, another purr leaving his lips as Solomon continued to rub his scalp and leave warm little kisses on his forehead. He looked sleepy, but curious enough to keep listening to you. "Oh, I already know! You could tell me how you met Lilith, for example."

"Or the story involving the S." Belphie smiled like he knew something his brothers didn't. And he sent you a particular look, a look that already communicated what he was thinking at that moment. He wanted to hear that story. For the third time…

Spoiled brat! You throught, smilling.

Lilith let out a laugh and gave her brother a shove with her shoulder. It was her way of telling him to be quiet, but you could already tell by the way everyone was looking at the two of you that their curiosity had been piqued by the comment made by the demon of sloth. They wanted an epic tale with spirits.

"What kind of story is this?" Beel asked his twin brother, stifling a small yawn against his hand. "Is it a scary one?"

It depends. You assume that human nature was more frightening than the facts that occurred, but yes. That was one of the scary stories you didn't like to remember, it reminded you that ordinary people at first sight could nurture bad thoughts and commit even worse crimes.

"Okay, let's tell the story of S." You took a deep breath and smiled, watching how the fire lit up the face of everyone present in that room. You were all about the dramatic effect.

And you sat in Lucifer's armchair, turning his coffee cup in your hand before you decided to taste it to see if it was good - big mistake, the taste was horrible for humans and Solomon laughed in your face almost like a little boy who won his favorite candy.

You were sure that he already tried the drink. "Awful, an outrage, I don't know how he drinks it! Uh-huh, completely insane, bitter, there's a distinct bitter that's really good, but this one? Bad…"

Barbatos laughed too. "I think you forgot, but the coffee of melancholy turns bitter when a person who likes you prepares it."

Oh yes. It makes sense.

Despite being strict, Lucifer was very soft with you. So sweet you didn't even have to eat candy to taste sugar on your tongue. You continued drinking his coffee with a chuckle.

But a clearing of his throat caught your eye and an unimpressed Lucifer glanced in your direction, a smug evil smile growing on his lips as he returned to his conversation with Hesperus, his counterpart and Nightstar, and his daughter, Morgana.

You didn't know what they were saying, but it seemed important as Diavolo glanced in their direction for a brief second.

The other guests began to sit in the vacant seats, Mephisto and his brother, Iblis, whispering softly and laughing, leaving several gift boxes under the Christmas tree and looking in the direction of the other people. You knew why since Mephisto had asked you what kind of things the brothers would like as gifts. But Thirteen was already heading to the coffee table for something to eat while she struck up a conversation with Beel, an elegant scarf draped over her shoulders perfectly enhancing the outfit she wore.

"So, uh, I suppose I can start?" You whispered to Lilith uncertainly, but the girl shrugged.

"Just a sec. Here!" Morgana handed you a small package. An unexpected gift and you smiled in her direction, thanking her softly.

"Uh…Okay." You muttered uncertainly. You left the box in your pocket and rubbed one hand over the other, waiting for everyone to settle down to hear that story. Mammon and Levi were still playing high enough to interrupt the immersion of the story, so Lucifer took their D.D.D and stuffed it in his pocket, sending them a severe look as they opened their mouths to complain.

At that moment Simeon returned, still drowsy, and sat down in his place. With everyone paying attention to you, you let out a long sigh and closed your eyes letting all the memories of that first event come flooding back. Everything you felt, everything you saw and lived, and with a smile you began to narrate the events.

"At that time I was six and my family was moving to the countryside..."

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askthewheatleyverse · 7 months

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Welcome To The Wheatleyverse!

In which a newly built core accidentally summons 5 other different versions of himself to his universe, and must scramble to fix things before they all disappear.

This is a silly little Portal 2 au ive had in my brain for a while now. Very obviously inspired by spiderverse, not just because of the whole multiverse thing but also i nabbed some concepts from the movies for funsies. It's very silly, stupid and self-indulgent, and i hope y'all enjoy it as much as i do because it's very important to me :)

If you have the time, I’d appreciate an ask or two! I’m very excited abt this

RULES UNDER THE CUT!

No nsfw content! The mod is a minor, and WILL delete any asks that get too explicit! On a related note, any proshippers can fuck off. Out of my sight. Shoos you away like an old man getting evil evil birds out of his lawn

No magic anons! For now, at least. I don't even know how that could. Work 😭

No inserting characters into the story! Well, kinda. If you frequently ask here, characters might recognize your username/anon tag, and form some sort of consistent opinion on you and how they respond to you. Plus, askers can control the little robo-guy they’re speaking through. However! Please to do not do anything drastic or try to say that someone is physically there! Pls :3

I have a right to not answer/delete any asks! However, if I don't answer a question, don't assume that it was because you did something horrible, it might be because it unintentionally took things in a direction I didn't want it to go, contained something uncomfy to me by accident, was too similar to another ask, or just got buried. Dw about it :)

I’ve gotten this issue a lot, so let me make this clear: if I pop up in your tags too much, and you don’t wanna see me, block me. People are genuinely complaining about me posting in the portal and Wheatley tags and like. Man do you. Not know how tagging works-

And the most important rule of all:

Dont bully me.

This is who youre bullying /j

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fwb-anon · 2 months

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the idolz and their controversies... part 1

because we love drama

i don't hate any of them btw <3 i just like to make the world as realistic as possible with people doing some questionable shit or having controversial actions/opinions at times...

gonna get beheaded for that but LET'S START WITH GOJO <333

gojo (ex... whatever the big jjk group is called, former tripleS + GG member)

he's actually fine, at least for someone who's been an idol + a producer for like... almost twenty years sheesh

does get a lot of rumours but we don't care about those

his biggest controversy is basically the one that.. he hasn't "fixed"... putting "" because truth is everyone is divided on this ("does he really need to fix it?" you decide booboo)

anyway, he uses aave despite being the palest japanese mf ever ❤️ some black fans don't care, others do care, some non-black fans don't care (not that... we care about their opinion...), some non-black fans do care, one of the pro arguments is "well at least he uses it correctly" so you decide if you're pro or anti gojo now /J... /hj i know some of y'all are extremists

has been called greedy as a producer but let's be real he's a man so he doesn't actually get called out a lot for this + he's one of the most popular idols anyway so who cares (if it were a woman tho...)

okay so this one is actually fake af but he's been called xenophobic and racist towards panda (who's chinese) and yuuji (who's half dominican) because they had less than 2 seconds of line in a song. gojo didn't respond to that, but a week later the behind recording was out on socials and everyone was able to see that 1/ panda actually had more lines but got outsang by most of the group (understandable, he's not a vocalist), 2/ yuuji can't sing to save his life, so giving him one line was already very nice of gojo

okay everyone, you can breathe again it's over for gojo's controversies

shikamaru (from hanafubuki)

oh god where do we start

nah tbf he only has one big controversy and it's: he's sexist

OKAY SO technically he isn't anymore because he got women's studies classes as a trainee otherwise he was kicked out for being a sexist little shit

he does have.. "traditional" views but honestly he's also very open minded

got accused of being sexist because he said he "sees himself with a boring job, a wife, two kids, and his wife cooking dinner for him when he comes back from work"

gonna play devil's advocate and say that's literally how it works with his parents and they like it that way, so

also he said (after being accused of sexism) in a radio show that while that's how he sees his life in twenty years, he wouldn't mind it if his wife was like "no i wanna work too"

they'd just have to agree on a schedule and all, especially for the kids (he wants kids so there's no way he's marrying someone who doesn't tho which is... common sense)

jiraiya (ex wabi-sabi, now soloist)

he's not sexist but he's been labelled a pervert... ngl he does like to look at women's bodies BUT he doesn't make them uncomfortable... leave me and my old man alone... where is @sexygeriatric-retirementhome :( <3 i'm still working on your ask i just take years to reply

has a tendency to date younger people, mostly women but sometimes men (bi icon) <3

has had some ableist comments in the past, mostly when he was a teen though, and although he never addressed it he's never done it again so... you decide...

(btw you gotta realise bro was technically in the public eye from 1991 [pre-debut era] to... well... nowadays... so he's been an idol for 33 years so yeah)

has been caught with porn magazines on his shelves LMAO he's such a loser <3 he was a teen when that happened and also had a gf at the time so that was fun LOL

has struggled with an eating disorder as a late-teen/young adult, which led to him being in a very poor mental state and "giving advice" on how to lose weight. <- pls don't excuse that, that's just the explanation as to why he said those things in the first place ❤️

he did talk about it a decade later and said he was wrong, also donates yearly to charities (mostly anorexia related ones)

oh yeah i forgot but he's also been accused of having predatory behaviour towards young idols (hanafubuki's neji, bureikou as a whole, kismet's konohamaru)

basically -> he hugged neji when neji was crying (neji was 16). he regularly compliments bureikou (girl group with the naruto girlies + AFAB NARUTO YEAAA), also has a very close bond with naruto herself since he's her godfather, DID talk about her body as in "she's growing up fine" (you take that as you want honestly)... did make a joke about naruto growing up fine but being so tall yet so flat (<- didn't phrase it like that tbh but that was the joke, naruto is 180cm tall and flatter than sakura). konohamaru is his nephew in this au and the way he's been teasing him or even hugging him rubs people the wrong way, mostly because of the previous things (for people who think he's actually having predatory behaviour) and because kono was 15 when he debuted. honestly idek, you make up your mind <3

gonna be real he probably has way more, he's been in the industry for 30+ years LOL but yeah brain is smol

neji (hanafubuki, soloist)

has had ableist comments in the past, mostly about shino's quirks (fyi shino is on the autism spectrum) -> owned up to it and apologised to shino and shino's dad, literally people learned about it because neji mentioned it during a public apology when they were having a concert

neji is basically if character growth was a person

bro is gay as hell (and dating shino!!!) but was homophobic so... character growth <3

honestly props to shino for staring at neji and thinking "i will talk some sense into him" cuz LOOK AT THEM NOW <33

a few fatphobic comments towards choji during predebut era too, but gonna be honest he quickly changed his mind and is literally "choji's husband" (and choji is his wife <3 <- their dynamic is light hearted) so ykw i don't think choji would be fine with that if neji was still fatphobic

again: ✨ CHARACTER GROWTH ✨

i'm hungry so i'll make a part two later

geto will be in it.. if i don't forget

#fwb.idolz #cw eating issues #cw ed mention

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shwazzberryswriting · 2 years

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Fire Starter

Pairing: Haechan x F Reader | [Y/N]

Genre: One Shot, AU - Non-Idol, Angst, Smut, Dark Fic

Summary: Haechan's gift was in reigniting the darkness that screamed to burn the world down

Word count: 5+k

Rating: Mature/Explicit for Dark Themes, Angst, Explicit Sexual Content, Depictions/Mentions of Violence

Warnings: Not Beta Read, *Dead Dove: Do Not Eat* Dark Themes, References Physical Child Abuse, Scattered Memories of Child Abuse, Blood, Pyromania, Unhealthy Relationship Dynamics, Explicit Sexual Content: Portions of Dubious Consent, Penetrative Sex, **SPOILER WARNING: Strong Implications of (Hinting At) Incest**

Minors DNI! 18+ ONLY*Pls take Dead Dove tag seriously*

A/N: Hi readers. So...this was my inspiration, and I don't really know how to go into how this fic came to be, but all I really had originally was an idea/image of fire and smoke as Haechan and his lover have sex amongst the blazes. The story that formed around it felt like it was the only way to tell this story.

Part of my short Kinktober List

Apologies in advance for any mistakes! I try my best but I'm not perfect and filled with my own shortcomings, y'all! 💚

Please let me know of any technical errors or if you have feedback/questions

His eyes were hidden under a mop of entangled threads, poking out from under his hoodie. Her chest hurt, eyes fixed on his slow, measured steps toward her.

Even after three years - three blissful years away on her own - all it took was a glance from Haechan for the black lump to churn in her guts. Turning her stomach hot, chest aching, throat filled with bile. Weighing down on her so heavily, she was frozen still.

“You look great.” Her whole body flared with goosebumps as he wrapped her up into a warm embrace. Hand on the back of her head soothing. Sending bile up her throat at how comforting his touch was. “Want to get out of here?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” She grinned, face hot, when he released her. She scanned him from head to toe when he released her. Taller, feeling firmer, and no trace of bitterness on his face. “You look happy, Haechan. Good.”

“It’s because you’re back home.”

“Please.” She chuckled, fist pushing his arm gently. “Tell me everything about Jakarta! And then I’ll tell you all about Vienna!”

“Let’s go to Bloomed Tea.” His arm over her shoulders, they walked away from the neatly trimmed grass, gleaming white picket fence. Backs to the picturesque two-story house that had tulips and giant bushes of sweetshrub lined along the front porch. “Stay away from here for as long as possible.”

“Let’s buy some firecrackers and relive our last days here at Shaw Park’s parking lot?” Her chest was swelling, hand pulling out a small red rectangular box from her jacket pocket. Matchboxes rattling against the cardboard as she shook it. “Got this at a restaurant near the airport.”

“Sweet.” He let her go, eyes narrowed, when she pulled the box of matches behind her back, away from his reach. “Come on, I won’t light anything up until we have a batch of spinning Jumping Jacks, promise. Nice ride.”

They stood before the iridescent mailbox, red flap swung upwards to indicate post that needed to be picked up. She patted the top of the car, hand gliding down the smooth finishing of the paint.

“I can afford renting a car, can you believe it? I can take us anywhere while we’re back home.”

“Christ, how much damage do you think we can do in a week?”

A dry guffaw came out as she rested her back against the shiny grey Toyota Camry, arms crossing over her chest.

“I don’t want to disturb the peace. My life in Austria is nice, actually.”

“We can burn up everything here and never come back. Pretend this place never existed.” His elbow nudged her arm. A soft smile that twisted the lump in her gut. She looked away, trying to push away the heat warming the black lump deep inside. “I still dream about our plans.”

She stood up straight, turning away from him. Standing beside the mailbox, she swung the red flag down and up a couple times. Her heart was beating fast, mind spiraling with dark intrusive thoughts that she’d forgotten the moment she was away from Haechan.

She loved him, but she knew the darkness that binded them together was dangerous. Nerves tingling from the warm breeze hitting her back, she inhaled deeply.

“We don’t have to burn anything up to pretend this place never existed.” She turned around, gentle grin at the corner of her mouth. “Why don’t we look up plane tickets to Jakarta? We’ll leave after the wedding. Like, two minutes after the wedding party starts? You can show me your home.”

His mouth closed, lips thinning. Eyes focused on her. She crossed her arms over her chest again, black lump in her stomach turning hot. Heat in her stomach moving south. She wanted to retch.

Please, don’t ignite the fury.

“OK.” His voice was light, soft. Deep inhale before a loud exhale. “I saw a fireworks pop-up near that fancy Target you like.”

Her chest loosened. Mind easing with relief.

“I still have my suitcase in the trunk.”

Without a word, Haechan picked up her red plastic case out of her rental. She smiled. Joyous laugh coming out as she followed him on the paved grey path. Stepping into the large house she’d have to stay at for the next week.

“Jakarta’s weather makes me forget about the rest of the world. You’ll love it too.” He set the suitcase down at the foot of the staircase. “Damn, this place has not changed.”

Expensive artwork lined up neatly along the walls. Professional portraits of a happy middle aged couple posed with stiff smiles everywhere. Same antique porcelain lamp seated behind the suitcase. Floral paintings over the baby blue stain.

“Is anyone home?” She remained still, ears searching for sounds from upstairs or from the kitchen.

“Is anyone ever home?”

The black lump turned hot. Haechan had turned to look up the stairs.

“I-I should freshen up before we go out.”

She didn’t wait for his response, turning around immediately. Rushing down the narrow hallway and entering the bathroom at the end of the hallway on the left. Slamming the door shut, she turned on the cold water in the sink.

Drive. Drive Haechan to the fancy Target. Light up fireworks at Shaw Park.

Easy. This would be easy.

If he tried to bring up their childhood plans again, she would have to tell him to give up that dream. They’d escaped. There was no need to destroy anything.

She’d found peace in Vienna. Getting lost in her studies. Meeting her friends to discuss art. Make up stories about Egon Schiele walking the same streets they did on drunken pub crawls.

Cold water soothing her cheeks, she turned the faucet off. Patted her face dry with the hand towel hanging on the silver loop beside her. Tucked her baby hairs behind her ears before putting on lip balm.

Placing the cherry flavored Chapstix back into her jacket pocket, she froze. The box of matches was missing. She’d left it on the hood of her car.

“Haechan?”

She bolted out of the bathroom, listening for sounds of his footsteps. Tired sighs. Anything to indicate Haechan was still home.

Nothing. The front door was wide open. Her car remained parked in front of the house.

Her ears were burning. Roots at her scalp itching. Feet on the concrete, she ran. Mind focused on the putrid cottage lost deep inside the forest.

Behind the town, along the river. No one ever took the back path behind the town. It was quiet - outside of the crickets endlessly chirping. The angry crashes of the water broke up the repetitive pangs in her chest.

Her knee bent, foot sinking into the earth. She caught her fall with a hand on the wooden slate of the gate. Mouth tasting the biting, cold air. The splinters and chipped paint digging into the pads of her fingers distracted her at last, forcing her to stop running. Stepping past the open gate, rusty hooks screeching loudly as it swung out behind her, she tried to listen for any signs of Haechan.

“Haechan!”

Her echoes darkened the forest. The pine tree branches raised up high - green leaves from the oak tree engorged with shadows as the sunlight dimmed. Brushing off the cold shiver, she followed the brick layered path that encircled the abandoned, cobbed cottage.

A broken shingle at the edge of the low hanging roof looked wet, and she stepped off the path - afraid of the black shingle falling over her head.

The last time she’d come to the old cottage, Haechan had been with her. He didn’t have matches with him then.

“Haechan!”

Her steps slowed as she saw the lone figure standing before the steps that led to the basement.

Back to her, his shoulders were hunched, hair remaining covered by his black hoodie. He made no motion that he knew of her presence. The long shadow cast behind him went on forever, as if there was no end to Haechan once darkness came. A soft rattle hit her ears.

Haechan held up a small red rectangular matchbox, shaking it between the hold of his thumb and index finger. Head bowed, he poured gasoline from a metal red container. The clear liquid splashed out of the silver spout into large pools, staining the wooden steps beneath them.

The sweet putrid fumes were intoxicating. Visions of bright orange cigarette butts pressing into her thighs blinded her.

She sobbed, shaking her head as she retched, the gasoline fumes overcoming her senses. Blinking furiously, wiping away her tears, she focused on Haechan - feet moving forward.

“Haechan, stop.”

She pulled on the arm sleeve of his hoodie with both hands, forcing him to drop the canister. It clattered against a couple steps before making a hard thud against the dirt floor.

She knocked the matchbox out of his hand before dropping to her knees to grab it. Frantically, her eyes focused on the patch of grass surrounding the tiny red box, fingers shaking as she grasped onto it. A single chuckle from him iced her spine.

“I got something better.”

She heard the sharp flick of metal on metal as he gave a loud, beleaguered sigh. Eyes fixed on his hand, she saw the silver gas lighter. The giant orange blaze wavered in his palm, igniting a cruel shadow over his serene smile.

Frozen, she watched as he threw the lighter down the flight of stairs. Gripping her arm, he forced her to her feet as he pulled her up.

Humid air hit the back of her legs as she heard a low whoosh behind her, sweet smoke and the gasoline’s bitter odor infiltrating her sinuses. A scent so familiar she feared hearing the low grumbling laughs that accompanied her skin burnings.

“You said you wouldn’t do it!” she shrieked. Arms flailing. Sharp slaps landing on his arms. Chest. Neck. Tears breaking out, she threw her head into his chest. She gasped in the hot smoky air. “Not yet.”

“We did it.” He pulled her face up to look at him, hand grasping onto her chin. His teeth were gritted together, jaws clamped tight. Eyes narrowed. “You and me. We did it. We did it.”

“No!” She pushed against his chest, but his hands clawed down on her arms, keeping her pressed against him. “Y-you did it! I tried to stop-”

“Get a grip! WE DID IT! It’s always been us!” He shook her. His voice was loud enough to ring into the air, shortly swallowed by the engulfing flames. “You and me! Everything is about us! It’s always been you and me. Me and you…us.”

“Stop.” The tears in her eyes blurred her vision. She winced, Haechan’s fingers digging in deeper. His nails were pressing the thin fabric strands into her skin. “Haechan!”

He tilted forward, as if to kiss her. Lump in her gut churning painfully, heat between her legs igniting faster than the fire Haechan just created.

Heel of her sneakers stomping his foot, she pushed away from Haechan’s hold when his grip loosened.

She ran right into the wooden gate, eyes scanning around, looking for an escape. Shaky breaths, eyes burning from the smoke and heat, she knew that she couldn’t escape.

Escape had never been an option. Not even when they were little - escaping the very cottage burning before them.

One hand wrapped around her neck from behind. Haechan’s body pressed her front against the gate, free hand reaching up to grope her right breast.

“No-don’t,” she sputtered, back arching, hips bucking. All the heat around her rushed to her head. Her throat tightened. Head heavy. The heat that rushed to her groin made her stomach flip. “Haechan, don’t. Please.”

“Don’t fucking run away.” His lips were beside her ear, hand slipping away from her breast. “We burned this fucking hellhole like we said we would.”

Orange and yellow blazes crawled up neatly along one corner of the house, melting the water drain lining up the edge of the roof.

A sharp surge of heat burst into her clit as a hot wave unfurled out from the open back window, the heat hitting her chest and neck. Puffs of black smoke curled as burning wood and melting plastics moaned and hissed in the chaos, begging for the relief of a calming moistness that neither of them would give.

Her body felt calm. Chest warm. Mind clear. All the tension at her temples felt tender.

In the years that she spoke with Haechan in hushed voices about exactly how they would destroy the world, burning the cottage had taken up the most space. The dreams made to reality left her mind settled.

Content.

Down came the cottage. Her prison. Her torment.

Her fears.

Her shame.

“Move back.”

Haechan had both hands on her arms. She grunted as she felt him push her front against the gate, her tits squished against the flat wooden slate. Crusts of chipped paint snagged onto her shirt. She couldn’t think, couldn’t speak.

“It’s so much better than I've ever dreamed.” His hand glided down her stomach, back of his knuckles pressing against the lining of her denim jeans. He groped the inside of her thigh. Heat bubbled deep into her stomach and pussy walls. “Have you ever seen anything so massive? So chaotic? So...stunning.”

His other hand snaked under her shirt, palming her tit. Back arching, she watched the sharp, angry flames shoot straight up into the air, violent scorches threatening to catch onto the leaves of the oak tree branches nearby.

The smoky billowing burns at the ground level curled and hissed, belching more fiery ruptures and hot waves through widening holes and broken windows of the collapsing cottage. Eyes shut for a moment, the heat wave washing over her covered her body up in goosebumps.

To have one’s darkest, deepest dreams become reality…what happens next?

She looked down to see wisps of ashes land onto Haechan’s golden skin. The dark round scars on the inside of his wrist smooth against the pad of her finger.

“We’ll be covered in ashes,” she said softly, brushing the grey soot off his arm. Her nipples hardened at the feel of his rapidly beating heart thrumming against her back. “Nothing left but dust.”

“We’ll have to burn everything down first.”

She yelped, surprised at his hands grabbing the front collar of her shirt. The back of her neck smarted at the pressure against her skin. A rip slashed across the ever growing ruptures of the ruined cottage.

Chest flaring with goosebumps, she took in a deep breath as she lost her balance, feeling Haechan pull her arms behind her.

“Stop!” She cried as she turned around to shove him away, uncrossing her arms quickly. He’d ripped her top off of her, skin on her back flaring from the sweltering heat. Arms over her chest, she tilted her chin up as their eyes locked, daring him to do more.

His calloused palms pulled her face to his, pressing them together. Hands slapping against his chest, she tried jerking her head out of his hold, mewling against his lips.

Mind spinning - stomach churning - right hand pushed against his chest as her left tugged his arm toward her. Feeling the wetness of his tongue inside her mouth, she clamped her jaws shut, teeth gnashing down on his squishy organ.

Her back slammed against the gate as the heat of his body left her. He coughed and she bit down on the gasp that almost escaped, the air from her lungs punched out of her.

Wiping her mouth with her hands, her eyes blurred. Wet red blood dampened her fingers. Blinking her vision clear, she looked up to see Haechan spitting before wiping his own mouth with the back of his palm.

Eyes darting from the growing bedlam behind her, and then lingering at her resting against the gate. Haechan slowly began to disrobe, right hand occasionally stroking down on his growing erection.

She was mesmerized by the flames - bending and curling shadows across his face - the bright anger dancing in his eyes. Chest swelling, she stared at his mouth hanging open, as if in awe of the sight before them. His eyes, bright - like the night they’d escaped -

Lump in her guts ablaze, she inhaled through her mouth. Body ignited with ash and ruin.

She whimpered - fingers pushing down on her cunt - over her panties but under her denim jeans. The disarrayed, bumpy skin streaking along the left side of Haechan’s body shone against the fire when he’d pulled his shirt off.

Boiling blood surged down her chest, making her nipples and clitoris ache. Her body shook with the angry, waving flames. Constant hissing and crackling embers interrupted each other erratically.

Haechan moaned, high pitch and low groan swallowed up amongst the rumbling heat surrounding them.

His jeans were down at his ankles, distracting her eyes away from his lovely, damaged skin.

His eyes were on her. Licking his lips, he nodded, eyes fighting to remain open. Her eyes flickered down to his cock, his hand wrapped around the thick shaft, before recapturing his gaze. She gave one firm nod before pulling her jeans off, kicking them aside.

“Look at the fire.” She yelped when he grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging her to look over at the burning cottage.

Biting her bottom lip - hands rested at the top of the gate - she faced the flames. Grip on the top slate firm, she focused on the fiery bursts that continually danced in and out of the back window - where the kitchen stood. Golden sparks popped violently as hot air washed over her.

“You’re so tight.”

His grunt against the nape of her neck warmed her belly. Wet tip writhing against her entrance. She shook - mind buzzing with protests, to stop doing what they were about to do…intertwining with demands of thrusting against Haechan so she could feel him inside of her.

She widened her legs, feeling the pressure of Haechan’s cock push deep into her. They groaned together as she bucked her hips back and he thrust forward.

Bliss.

Sweet - hot - bliss.

Tears brimmed at the corners of her eyes, right thigh burning up in the memory of neon orange cigarette butts pressed there.

Eyes focused on the fiery destruction before them, her insides were scorched like the back door that was falling down to the ground - embers scattering across the brick path.

The fat tears slipped down her cheeks as she grunted, mind focusing on Haechan connected to her. Better than she’d ever dreamed. Her knees shook as she felt his balls slap her ass.

“Do you like that?” His voice was smooth - gentle - right against her ear. She whined, high pitch catching at the back of her throat. Her hand shot back to grip onto his hold at her hip. He tortured her as he thrust fast shallow pushes against her - balls continually slapping her ass.

“Stop!” Her chest hurt as she chortled, toes curling as her pussy throbbed. His cock - deep inside - was burning her up. He hissed before pressing his lips to the back of her head, humming gently into her. “You’re the one who made a joke out of it.”

A short, high pitched whine escaped his lips when she squeezed her walls down on his cock in retaliation. Arms wrapped around her waist, he released a gravelly grunt as he bucked up into her.

Red blinded her - eyes shut tight. Flames hit her face, her lungs filling with smoke as her whole body felt weighed down on. Pressure torturously sharp and heavy at her core.

“Haechan!”

“Shut up.”

His breath was ragged, grip at her waist steadfast. His rhythm was building, hitting her deep. Every time his tip hit her cervix her vision turned redder than the demonic glow of the burning cottage. Their environment darkened, and her voice was lost as she gasped for air.

“Haechan.”

“Shut up.”

His thick sooted fingers were over her lips, pads from his middle and ring finger digging into her mouth. Her saliva dribbled out, coating his fingers and her chin. A sharp dulling bitterness - salty smoke - filled her mouth as she gagged on his fingers.

Aside from her muffled whines and his weighted grunts, they were silent as he fucked her. Every thrust sent a lightning sharp heat straight into her guts, interrupting any stream of thoughts.

She was melting, her head feeling heavy and hazy.

“So fucking beautiful.”

His mouth was beside her ear, heavy breaths beating her eardrums. Her spine tingled as his fingers caressed the small dark spots at the top of her right thigh. The burn marks scattered in a zigzag pattern. She mewled when one finger slipped away from the mark at the inside of thigh - up against her clit.

“Beautiful.”

The roof caved in, shingles shattering to the ground. The eruption of heat created a grey mushroom-domed cloud of smoke, her body tingling from the heat as it washed over them.

Bucking up harshly into her, he sputtered incoherently into the air. Her ass hurt as he pounded it against his hips.

Her grip on the gate tightened with every thrust, knuckles so tight they felt ready to snap off her body. Her pussy walls were shaking, writhing, her stomach muscles tangling up like knotted tree branches.

“I’m cumming.” Her voice was shaky, chest throbbing. She hiccuped. Against her will, she brought her knees together as his cock’s tip surged fiery heat against her cervix nonstop. Her walls were shaking, nerves up her spine on the verge of melting - brain puddled and ready to turn into hot air. “Haechan.”

She whimpered, voice raspy. Her lungs felt full, each inhaled breath ragged.

Her eyes stung as smoke curled around her. His pupils turned yellow like the glare of the sun, hair rusted orange like the bike chain at their feet.

Red.

He was so red, it was all she saw on his face. Red skin, golden glare of his pupils contorting crimson - the embers around them so vast the glowing red tinted the whites of his eyes a dull pink. Hell on earth with the devilish red enticing her to stay.

Their lips met, the layer of soot drying his lips over hers. The metallic bitter taste was all consuming. His lips, tongue - teeth - even his chin.

Especially his neck.

She inhaled his acrid dry musk. Her legs shook as she tried to remain standing. Knees bucking, her mind dissolved into dust as his come ruptured all over her insides.

Seated on her knees, she breathed in the dense, smoky air. Fingers clung onto the gate, she continued to stare at the fire.

Golden flames burst out as thick black clouds puffed up into the air - not a shingle left hanging at the roof. The popping and crackling of the fire’s energy was consuming her, settling her nerves. The heat that came to her in heavy waves calmed her muscles, making her mind hazy, eyelids drooping.

“We have to go.” Haechan’s hand touched her shoulder. “Come on.”

They dressed, Haechan giving his hoodie to her as he carried her torn top in his left hand. Her whole body shook, body wanting to feel the vibrations of the flames’ roars all night long. The way Haechan’s grip refused to release her wrist told her they had to head back home, however.

The red glow began to dissipate, the smoke’s thickness clearing, more shrubbery and branches coming easily into sight. Cool air widened her lungs as she inhaled deeply.

Goosebumps traveled up her skin as the chilly air seeped under Haechan’s loose fitted hoodie. Tugging on her arm, he led her back onto a clear dirt path, winding around a cluster of thick oak trees.

Reaching the edge of the forest - tall street lamp coming into better view with every step closer to the paved road.

The brightness from above glared down on her, forcing her to look back down.

Haechan was scoping their surroundings, mouth hanging open. He looked left and then right before licking his lips, eyes meeting hers.

They’d fucked.

They’d burned down the cottage.

They had to go home.

They’d fucked.

“What happened?” He was calm, eyes bore into hers. Hand on her cheek, warmth soothing away the air’s biting frost. “What’s going on?”

“We’ve been messing around Shaw Park. Got caught up with fire drums we set up for the homeless.”

“When was the last time I took you to grandma’s cottage?”

They’d burned down the cottage.

Chest heavy with burnt shingles, mouth wet, cheek turning cold.

A sob escaped as fat tears rolled down her cheeks.

He tugged on her arm right as they reached the empty road, the street lamp on the other side of the black pavement.

“Don’t fucking cry. When was the last time I took you to grandma’s cottage?”

“When we were teenagers, years ago. I don’t even know which park it’s located in.”

“Good.”

She wiped her tears with the sleeve of the smoky hoodie as they continued on their walk. His plan had never been about attending the wedding.

It had always been about opportunity.

When they were both home.

When no one else would be around.

When a fire could burn for hours before anyone would notice.

They followed the dirt path that led down the side of the hill. It forked away from the town’s street market.

Hidden behind the apartment complexes that were lined up along the river that came from the mountaintops - their walk home was uninterrupted. Waves crashing calmed her mind, forcing her not to think.

As much as she didn’t want to cry, she felt the sob that wanted to come out at the tip of her tongue, threatening to tickle her nose’s tip.

Sniffling loudly, she swallowed her cry. Eyes on the back of Haechan’s grey-sooted head. She never thought about the day actually coming to pass.

Her chest throbbed anxiously as she took in the way Haechan’s arm shook in sporadic jerks - making her arm sway against her side. The tuneful hum at the back of his throat. The gentle way his free hand would stroke the half hard cock he was failing to hide from her. The smallest trace of a grin appeared before he bit down on his bottom lip, morphing it into a scowl.

“If we get away with this, we can burn this place down next.”

He pulled her into the picturesque home with the pretty tulips and impressive sweetshrubs. The house was dark.

She felt Haechan’s front press against her with the door shut behind her. His lips were on her neck. The sulfurous smoke filled her nose, tongue coating in bitter soot. She whimpered, hands pushing against his chest.

“Don’t wake anyone up.” His eyes widened as he pressed a finger to his lips. “Quiet. We’re good at being quiet, right?”

He tugged her up the stairs, pulling her to her bedroom. Door directly across the top of the staircase.

His breath was ragged - wet against her ear - pushing his body up against hers. Their lips met in the dark as his hands were at the waistband of her jeans.

“Hello?” She heard her name being called in a stage whisper. There was a soft knock on the door. Her heart beat throbbed against her throat. “Did Haechan come home with you?”

The nerves in her spine shook as his teeth grazed over the front of her throat. Her fingers curled into his thick, dusty hair as her eyes saw the shadow of two legs cut across the hallway light that cracked through at the bottom of the door. The legs remained still near the right end of the door. Haechan sucking on her neck reminded her to give an answer, heat surging to her nipples.

“Yes, but I think he’s showering.” He planted kisses up along her shoulder, his feet kicking her jeans and panties aside. Her pussy was wet, throbbing at the memory of his cock inside of her. Wanting it.

“Did you hear about grandma’s cottage?”

“No, what about it?” His hand was between her legs, fingers gliding against her folds. Red blinded her vision and she bit her lip to steady her breathing. Fuck, Haechan. “I barely remember the place.”

“It went up in flames.”

“Oh, no.” Haechan aggressively pulled his hoodie off her shoulders. She didn’t see him but she heard him unzipping his jeans. Chest swelling as her thighs pressed together. Pussy weeping out desire. “Did you want to tell Haechan yourself? Or should I?”

“I never know how to talk to him. But I suppose something this big needs to come from me.”

“Did we wake you? You sound tired.” Haechan’s teeth tugged on her nipples. His tongue flicked against it as she threw her hand up to her mouth. “I’ll tell him about the cottage when he’s done showering. I think he’ll prefer to hear it from me. Thank you for checking in like this.”

“I’m here for you both, you know that, right?”

“Yes, Mom.” Haechan’s fingers glided along her slit, thumb pressing against the sensitive nerves of her clit. She leaned away from the door, body writhing against him. “Good night.”

All she could think about was how deep his cock had gone into her. And how thrilling it was. How it ignited explosions of fire all along her pussy.

“So wet for me.” His lips were at her ear before his tongue flicked her earlobe. “Or are you still high from that fire?”

She remained quiet, hands pulling Haechan to sit on her bed with her. Their lips met, her body craving for the insatiable heat to return. Her mind was clouded and her nose tickled with soot and smoke.

Bliss.

Wet tip collecting her juices as he thrust up against her. Hand pushing his hot stick into her folds.

Her legs squeezed his hips as he thrust his burning cock into her.

Sweet - hot - bliss.

His body was over hers, hips thrusting up, cock buried deep. Fire singed into her guts as she kissed him, mouth and nose filled with his smoky musk.

He pinned her arms over her head, eyes traveling down her body. He pulled up to stare down at her. With the moonlight illuminating from the window outside, his eyes scanned down her body and back up, a devilishly red smirk appearing.

“Let’s burn the whole fucking world down.”

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Thank you for reading!

Love, CC 💚

#nct smut #haechan smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #dead dove do not eat #nct au #dark fic #nct fiction #haechan fic #nct dream fic #nct 127 fic #dubious consent #dub con #tw abuse #tw fire

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izzy-b-hands · 3 months

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fanfic asks! 5, 8, and 14

Ella!!! Thank you for asking 🫂🫂

Putting this under a cut because I am a wordy motherfucker as ever and This Got Long, I'm So Sorry💖

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

Oh god. So Many fkldsjaflkdsjfa. I'll stop at twoish here, but pls know that if y'all want more for other fandoms, I can add to this post with more lmaoo, I love sharing these.

-There was one for LOTR that still sticks in my brain years since first having it: Sam suddenly leaving the Shire and wandering aimlessly, but refusing to settle anywhere.

Over the course of it, he would get help/care/concern from wherever he stopped with whoever remained in each location, but he would refuse to stay for more than a few days or accept more than like. Bare bones food/medical care/etc, leading to literally everyone he meets and of course his family and friends still in the Shire to go to Frodo to beg, plead with him.

One last adventure, because their grand adventure to save the world and destroy the ring changed Sam too, even if he never showed it as much. Don't let him go where no one else can follow, and bring him home.

Whether Frodo would or not was the bit that made me shelve the idea, bc I figured a lot of fans would not enjoy the potential avenue I was leaning towards, that he might hesitate only in that he isn't sure he can handle the journey himself.

That, and realising that the way my brain wanted to write it, it might well end with Frodo and Sam realising neither of them can bare to go back, and deciding to wander together until they'd either die or find elves sailing willing to take them to the Undying Lands.

-There's a whole bundle of Saints Row ideas, mostly Gat/Aisha/Boss and all fairly heavy in being AUs where Aisha lives and things go slightly differently for Gat in SR 3 &4 (I'd keep the aliens tho lmao, I want Aisha to get to go to space too dang it!!)

A lot of Gat realising that he keeps nearly losing the people closest to him that give him reason to live (Aisha and the Boss, tho of course the rest of the Saints as well to a slightly lesser extent), but that he doesn't know how to be anything else for them. He's a living weapon many a time, and is genuinely happy that way, but knows that it puts them in danger because he tends to always escalate things, even when later he can admit maybe shooting a motherfucker in the face over a Costco discount was actually not the best way to solve that issue. However, ultimately, The Boss can't seem to live any other way either, and he's accepted that he's at his happiest when he has both of them in his life, so he can't just up and cut with Aisha to a random suburb and leave the Boss behind. And Aisha, despite her contempt for a lot of it, during one of their Big Talks would admit that even if she dislikes what they do, she does enjoy the lifestyle and knows Boss and Gat would be losing their minds trying to adjust to any other life.

On that note, that's also a fic idea I'll probably never write for them lol, where they go straight and move away to somewhere entirely new with Gat and the Boss having to get actual 8-5 jobs (and maybe something remote for Aisha bc I know it would still be risky for her to ever leave the house but. Goddamn let her do something!! Talk to some other ppl!!!) and just. It's not going to last and they know it won't, all three of them, but they're also three of the stubbornest fucking people alive so. When it ends, it'll go up in flames for everyone around them until they're living in a way they find satisfying again.

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

Somehow too many and not enough at the same time. That is, I'm having a lot of percolating ideas for new things and ways to continue current drafts for a few different fandoms, but none of it is making it down onto paper (without being deleted two minutes later at least lol.)

That said, a couple draft examples:

-an OFMD S2 fix it gentlebeard POV, Stede specifically, wherein the crew comes to visit and be their first official guests and it's...a lot for them. They both already feel the place isn't fixed up enough and then the crew comes in all jovial and essentially as one big happy polycule w/arms full of loot (actually gifts for Ed & Stede that are indeed looted, but my two lil goofballs gotta have their emotional moments before they get that info and realise that the crew isn't just trying to show off & make them feel shit for staying on land.)

This one is actually done and ends happily w/some actual communication between everyone involved, but it sits unpublished bc I think it might be too saccharine (also every time I dare to write for Ed/Stede I get shouted at even if they claim they liked it so. not exactly eager to court that reaction again even if I have anon off on everything lmao)

-May have already talked abt this in prior days but, a Frenchie/Ed s2 au in which Frenchie convinces Ed to let everyone else go, so long as Frenchie agrees to stay with him as his new first mate (read: his new Izzy bc while Izzy is v alive in this, he's also hidden away until Ed and Frenchie leave the Revenge lol.)

I haven't decided on a final avenue yet for this, but right now have been playing w/: Frenchie & Ed operating as a two man wrecking crew while they gather new crew and a new ship, meanwhile Jim, Archie, Fang, and Izzy are working to find Stede and everyone else to tell them how Frenchie has essentially given himself a suicide mission, and even if they agreed to it so they could initially get away, they sure as fuck aren't going to let him or Ed die as a result of all of this. Cut to them having some silly fumbling reunion (literal list of ideas for this, they're all not great, trust me when I say this bit needs more work yet lol), then following the trail of blood, bodies, and tears to find Frenchie and Ed. Who, during all of this, are actually having some meaningful and approaching healthier conversations abt their traumas and have gotten closer during them. A lot closer. Very close. And it's not an issue of monogamy; they make clear at the start with each other that this might not have any legs outside of their current situation, and they both know that Stede probably won't care, and they've both been fucking Izzy so they know he definitely doesn't care (and has told them as much more than once after noticing them Noticing each other.) Their fear is that it will, and that what they both want isn't compatible (Frenchie knows they can't sail forever, but he'd rather die at sea. Ed, after struggling with it, admits that he's still not entirely sure if land or sea is best for him. But he does feel like he has to choose one over the other.) And what the fuck are they gonna do then? Because if that's the case and it ends what they have on every level, that'll mark yet another failure for them in both of their brains, and they're both entirely too fragile for that to happen, it'll be the crack that shatters Ed and splits the Box of Trauma in Frenchie's brain even wider open. But they do have love for each other, and can't ignore that either.

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

Oh man. I'm gonna be selfish and give myself two bc I can't decide for sure between them and the first one is entirely too selfish a choice on its own on top of that but

Dancer and/or All For Myself (even tho it isn't finished, I know, I know!!! I always want it badly to be finished. That's still my game plan for this one, I swear!)

Like, Taron probably wants nothing to do with the Kingsman stuff anymore, absolutely valid. But my god seeing Dancer as a full movie or extended series or something would be amazing. It's not everyone's cup of tea for many reasons and I understand why, but I worked so hard on that lil fucker. I'm so proud of it. It's one of the few that I think, if I got the opportunity, I could edit and change up enough to sell as just above direct to dvd level movie script. I can't describe how it felt writing it; it was a particular feeling and magic I have not recaptured since writing this fucking fic lmao (still chasing it tho!)

The second one is just because I like seeing Con and Samba together and they seem to have fun and both enjoy the concept of rizzy so like. If in some universe where incredibly unlikely things actually happen, they came to me and asked for finished script version of AFM, y'all would not see me for ages bc I would lock myself down until I had it done. I'm talking living off of red bull and edibles and whatever snacks I remember to cram in my face-fueled writing, coming out the other end in need of a shower, actual food, sleep, but holding a beautifully shining script. I've done it before, and I would happily do it again for them lol. Plus, it would involve filming locally, and I just think that would be cool to do, to showcase the area. Lots of very cool and pretty filming locations, beach days...idk, I'd be happy to come along for every day of it and just do shit to help out. Pay me if you can/want, but I'm just happy to be there to see the process.

Thank you again for asking, as you can tell I had a good time and it was lovely to get to gush abt all of this for a bit!!!

#text post #ask box things #long post

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equallyloyalandlethal · 1 year

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Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications!

Okay so I've gotten tagged four times for this, so Imma have some fun. To this end, I'm gonna be doing four lists of things, but each tag will be different categories of things that make me happy or bring me joy.

This one is gonna be in relation to my writing/fanfics:

Getting any form of comment telling me you liked it, but ESPECIALLY when y'all put your favorite parts or lines that you liked. Seriously, this is like crack for me and really helps me figure out what to include in the future.

Watching people take an idea and explode it with their own thoughts or adding their own takes; ie, the post on Liam's full shift. I did not expect that to get as many views as it did.

Interacting with people in the fandom and getting to learn new things or finding opinions that I hadn't considered on my fave characters. It's so fun to keep learning and to interact with new people.

When a reader has read closely enough that they help me fix the little grammar or spelling or punctuation errors that I missed. Like, if y'all find any pls let me know. I'll be 100% grateful.

Jumping off the previous one, whenever anyone brings up constructive critique and makes it actually constructive. I love getting help to become a better writer. Probably part of going to school for it. I loved hearing everyone's thoughts on my pieces. Kinda miss it actually.

#writing #best parts of writing #fan reactions #love the comments #I live for comments #being a writer #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction writer #fanfic writing #fanfic writers #writing fanfic #ao3 #fanfic writer #fanfic readers #fanfic authors #ao3 fanfiction

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cuntylestat · 4 years

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so just to inform y’all, i bought a new laptop and i finally had to upgrade from photoshop cs5 to photoshop cc and i feel like my gifs will look worse now than they did before so. sorry about that

#i honestly can't tell because tumblr is not optimized for retina screens so basically everything is blurry #you can't imagine how much this makes me suffer because sharpness and smoothness are what i love about making gifs #so... guess i gotta kiss that goodbye #if any of y'all have a fix for it pls let me know #because it's making me just not really wanna make gifs anymore asdfghgfds very dramatic i know

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yunhoez · 3 years

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Coincide

pairings: timeskip!suna rintaro x f!reader

genre: smut, FLUFF, tiny bit of angst like for 2 seconds, followed by more fluff

warnings: NSFW 18+, swearing, orgasm denial, public sex, breeding, "bunny", not proofread (its 3 am), I think that's it but pls let me know if I missed anything

a/n: this is really self indulgent, I had this thought in the shower and something about my trash ass ex seeing me happy with suna makes my brain go brrrrr. don't worry, I'm working on that in therapy :D anyways this is my first time writing smut, lol bye! hope y'all enjoy!!! <3

There’s no reason to attend a high school reunion with people you never liked nor thought of in years. Meaningless chatter mixed with the stench of beer, while the god awful fluorescent lights sting your eyes didn’t sound appealing to you. Yet here you are, standing against the wall of the poorly decorated banquet hall with a drink you’ve hardly touched. The “Welcome Class of 2017” banner in front of you, reminded you of just how little time has passed since you’ve seen these people. If it were up to you, you would’ve ignored the e-vite and binged a show you’ve seen 100 times already. However, your sweet boyfriend, Suna Rintaro, was so eager to see where you spent your teen years and the people who knew you way before he did. Not that they would have very many stories about you, considering how much you kept to yourself, but that didn’t stop Suna from RSVPing on your behalf.

“I fucking hate you.” you spat, taking a sip of your drink, wincing at the strength.

“I know.” suna smirked, handing you his beer and taking your drink for himself.

The both of you stood close together, watching people fein happiness at the sight of each other. What was the point in attending these events if not to show off how much better you’re doing to people who no longer matter to you, if they ever did that is. Suna nudged you lightly, motioning towards a group of people coming toward the two of you.

“Hey! I didn’t think you’d be here!”

“Yeah! Me neither!” you giggle, shooting a glare towards Suna who’s already grinning at you.

Suna knows you hate small talk, but something about seeing you perk up at the memories you’ve seemingly forgotten made him feel warm inside. Although you never wanted to admit it, you missed the people who made your teen years a little less terrible. Suna wrapped his arms around your waist, settling his chin onto your head, as the two of you listened to your friends reminisce about your antics.

“I’m telling you, this girl was in detention every single day!”

“Don’t act like you weren’t there with me!” you huffed, feeling Suna’s chest rumble with laughter. No one had ever taken much interest in your life, except for Suna. It was safe to say you had no idea how to react to his attentiveness when it came to you. You looked up at him, watching how he was soaking in the memories of you, that he didn’t get to witness. He smiles widely at the thought of you picking at your chicken sandwiches, only for you to eat the bread and call it lunch.

You notice the crinkle in his eyes, as he catches you in photos on the projector screen. You cover your face, a blush creeping onto your cheeks, as everyone awes at their younger selves. Suna grabs hold of your hands and pulls them down from your face, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“You know if I went to your school, I would’ve been afraid of you.”

“Says the one who looks bored out of his mind all the time.” you tease him, your gaze still fixed on the dimly lit screen.

“Guess we’re soulmates then.” he hums into your ear, tightening his grip around your waist.

The night went by smoothly, well as smooth as it can get when you’re surrounded by people who most definitely hated each other. Suna leads you to the bar, ordering a round of shots for the two of you.

“If we’re going to be here, we might as well take advantage of the open bar.” he grins, pouring salt onto your hand and handing you the tiny glass.

“I’m sure that’s the only reason so many people showed up.” you respond, licking the salt and downing the burning liquid. Suna brings a lime wedge to your lips, you suck on it lightly as he watches you intently. He brings it to his own mouth, draining the remainder of the juice before neatly folding it in a napkin.

“So what’s the story with those two over there?” he motions to the couple arguing a few feet from you.

“Them? They always do that, one minute they’re in love and the next they’re having a Twitter war.” you say, signaling the bartender for another round.

“Does that mean we’ll get to read some drama tonight?” Suna perks up, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. You giggle, clinking your glasses together and savoring the tequila running through you quicker than you expected.

“Already feeling it, pretty?”

“Pft. No, I’m just feelin’ fuzzy.”

Suna turns you to face him, his eyes starting to glaze over from the drinks. Everything around you feels hazy, but his touch is amplified as he taps on your lips to open. He wedges the lime into your mouth, gaze fixed on the way you swallow the tart juice and pucker your lips. Placing the fruit in his glass, he attaches his lips to yours, groaning at the mix of your sweetness and the sour taste of citrus. The lingering taste of tequila was replaced with his own, your body getting drunk off of him more so than the alcohol. He places his hand onto the small of your back, pressing you into him and eliminating any space between you two. A firm poke to your thigh was enough for you to have you moan softly into his mouth. He pulls away, a string of saliva connecting you two before snapping back onto his lips. He licks them, relishing in the haze of love and need he feels for you.

“Bathroom. Now.” he demands, throwing a wad of cash onto the bar and pulling you with him. A smile plastered on your lips as you follow close behind him, stumbling on your platforms.

The two of you stumble into the men’s bathroom, small giggles falling from your lips as Suna trips over his own foot before locking the door. You lift yourself up onto the counter, feeling the cold tile on your thighs and leaning against the mirror. Suna nudges your legs apart with his thigh, slipping in between them and running his hands up your short dress, peppering kisses along your neck.

“God, I love you.” he mumbles, pulling you closer to him and smashing his lips against yours. Your hands find their way to his hair, pulling at it slightly as he deepens the kiss and moans into your mouth. His grip on your ass tightens, before he makes his way between your legs. He lifts your dress and shoves your panties to the side, staring at the mess he’s caused.

“Always so wet for me, bunny.” he whispers into your core, placing a light kiss onto your clit. You whimper at the minimal contact and he grins, flattening his tongue and licking a stripe between your folds, savoring the taste he could never get enough of. “Fuck..” he moans, the cold metal of his ring clad fingers pumping into you slowly. The sinful moans of his name leave your mouth with no shame, the sound of him devouring you and your screams were sure to be heard from the hallway.

“Rin…” you moan out, your thighs tightening over his head as he continues to suck on your clit.

“You need me, baby?” he asks, looking up at you through his thick lashes. His honey eyes dripped with lust, as he moved his slick covered fingers to rub your clit. The small, tight circles cause your thighs to shake. “Answer me, pretty.”

“R-Rin… need you.” you stutter, feeling the familiar warmth in your stomach building up. You were so close, his fingers entering you once again and curling into your sweet spot. He grins at you, his face wet from your cunt, as he leans to press a kiss to your swollen lips. “Rin! I’m-”

“I know, baby. I got you.” he coos, going in and out of you faster. Just as you were about to reach your high, his fingers slip out of you. A mischievous grin plastered on his face, as he sucks on his fingers. You groan, covering your face and pressing your thighs together. “Ah… Ah…” He pushes your thighs apart with his body, unbuckling his belt and pulling himself out. “Thought you needed me?” He pouts, pumping himself slowly.

“I- Rin. Please, I was so close-” you whine, eyes pressed to his thick cock near your entrance.

“Spit on it.” you obey him, pursuing your lips to let the liquid fall onto his dick. He pumps himself, moaning and grabbing your face with his other hand. “Now tell me, pretty. What do you need?”

“Y-you.” you whisper, looking up at him with wide eyes as you unbutton his shirt. He places a sloppy kiss on your lips, breathing heavily when your cold hands replace his as you jerk him off. “Bend over for me.” His dark eyes watched you scramble off the counter, slipping your panties off and leaning over the sink. Your pretty face in the mirror looking back at him with pleading eyes as he rubs his cock against your cunt. He moans, pushing into you slowly, throwing his head back when he bottoms out. He stills, basking in the warmth of your plush walls.

“Fuck, Rin, move.” you huff, trying to relieve yourself.

“Am I not allowed to enjoy the moment?” he responds, gripping onto your hips tightly.

“Yeah, but- Fuck!” you moan at his sharp thrusts, a smile tugging at his lips as he pulls you back and forth on his dick. “Sorry, bunny. Couldn’t wait.” Your eyes roll into the back of your head, the steady pace of his thrusts driving you close to your peak once again. You reach your hand down to your clit, but Suna slaps your hand away. You look up at him in the mirror, his loving eyes boring into you, as he rubs at your clit in fast circles.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well, baby.” he praises, his head falling back, letting his moans get louder the closer he gets. “Gonna cum in you, fill you up, and make you a pretty mama.”

“Fuck- Suna, don’t- WHAT THE FUCK?” you scream, feeling the fullness of his dick leave your dripping cunt.

“Who the fuck is Suna?” he giggles to himself, his dick grinding in between your folds at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Rin, c’mon- shit!” you bite your lip, your walls clenching around him as he kneads your ass.

“Good girl.” he coos, one hand on your hip and the other pulling your dress down to let your breast fall out. He moans, gripping at the soft flesh. “You gonna let me cum in you, baby?”

“Yes, fuck… don’t stop.” you hum, your brain starting to fog up as you near your release.

“S-shit, ‘M gonna.” he hisses, feeling your walls clench as you ride out your orgasm. Your fucked out expression and loud screams of his name was enough to have him spilling into you. He moans out your name, leaning over you and pressing a kiss to your shoulder, before pulling out and watching him spill out of you.

“You’re lucky I’m on the pill.” you pant, looking up at the mirror to him snapping a photo of the two of you. “Rin!”

“What? It’s a good memory!” he defends, taking several photos from different angles before lifting you up and setting you down on the counter. He shoves himself back into his pants, tucking his shirt and buckling belt before averting his attention to you. Your arms wrap around his neck as he kisses you softly, mumbling sweet words into your lips. He breaks away to dampen a towel, wiping you down as you scroll through the many pictures he took. A loud knock breaks the atmosphere, followed by annoyed screams.

“Have some fucking decency, some people need to use the bathroom!”

You both look at each other, laughing loudly before putting yourselves together. Suna adjusts his shirt, leaving the top buttons open and ruffling his hair. You slip into your underwear, smoothing out your dress and reapplying your lipstick. He gives your ass a light slap before opening the door and exiting, his eyes flicker between the couple outside. Suna’s lips twitch, realizing who the man leaning against the wall is. A smug expression spreads across his face, as he reaches his hand out for you.

“Sorry your sex life’s so boring.” he grins. You grasp his hand, walking out and nodding to the couple, recognizing the familiar set of eyes that you once adored.

“Sorry about that, bathroom's all yours.”

You squeeze Suna’s hand twice, a signal the two of you made up for when you’re feeling anxious. He quickly wraps his arm around your waist, pressing you into his side and placing a soft kiss onto your head. He hums quietly, leading the two of you out of the banquet hall and out to the garden. You stop at a bench, overlooking the city. The soft chirps of crickets and Suna’s intoxicating scent grounds you, a sense of relief washing over you.

“Fuck high school reunions, can’t believe you wanted to come here.” he jokes, pulling you onto his lap and holding you.

“Oh, shut up. You loved every minute of it.” you nuzzled into his chest.

“Particularly the bathroom part.” he hummed. “You okay?”

You sighed happily into his chest, nodding in response.

“So, tell me, what did the side bang do for you?”

“Shut the fuck up, Rintaro.” you hiss, getting up from his grasp, only for him to pull you back and attack your neck with kisses. Your laugh fills his ears, followed by your small fists punching his arm lightly in an attempt to get him to stop tickling you. A blush creeps onto his cheeks, the overwhelming feeling of love feels his body. He pauses his attack, your love laced insults about how irritating he could be was music to his ears. You’d never admit it to Suna, but you were glad he dragged you here. Seeing how his usual deadpan expression changed every time you were talked about made your heart swell. Maybe these things weren’t that bad, as long as he was by your side.

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