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aphroditelovesu · 11 months

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Um, hello there. I just wanted to ask, can you write yandere headcanons of House Lannister? I just read that you can, but if not then I’m sorry and you can skip it anyway. But if you can then it’ll be wonderful

2nd request: ''Hi, umm… I know that you’re probably busy with requests and asks, but um can you write Yandere platonic Lannisters with the Reader? If you can of course'' - send by Anon.

"Hear Me Roar." — House Lannister.

❝ 🦁— lady l: I'm sorry for the delay but I think you're used to it, right? Lol, I really apologize. These last few months have been absolute madness and my grandfather is sick, my father too and everything is out of control. Anyway, I hope you like these headcanons!

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of death by fire, threats and implied murder.

❝🦁pairing: yandere platonic!house lannister x gender neutral!reader.

None of this was planned or thought through. Just happened. Your introduction to House Lannister just…happened. Some would say you were lucky, others that you were cursed to have to deal with this family, but none of that really mattered. It didn't matter because you're with them and they won't let you.

Contrary to what many people think, your family was already close in the right measure to the Lannisters, your family was from a House Vassal of the Lannisters so you already had a connection, but it wasn't really strong or similar to what it became in the next few years. Your mother was a close friend of Joanna's and both of them shared the pregnancy, you grew up alongside the twins and that was something that solidified the bond between the three of you.

You, Cersei and Jamie were inseparable. Though Tywin was initially apprehensive about this relationship, Joanna eased her husband's concerns by demonstrating how much she adored you too. It was quite common to see the three of you playing together at Casterly Rock for everyone's amusement. The three of you were never apart, and Cersei sulked when she was forced to say goodbye to you. She hated it.

Tywin was never really close to you, it wasn't because he had anything against you or anything, he was just distant. But that all changed when tragedy struck your family and you were forced to flee to the protection of the Lannisters. Your parents had apparently insulted the Mad King and, as a form of punishment, he had given orders to burn your family. You were the only one to survive because you were protected by Tywin and Joanna. They were your family now. Whether you want to or not.

Cersei was over the moon when she heard you were her sibiling now. And Jamie couldn't be happier to finally have you with them, really with them. Joanna didn't mind, she was happy and she really adored you and was quick to refer to you as hers, Tywin tried to be rational and the voice of reason saying you'd just stay with them until everything worked out, but nothing would work out, not after he became as obsessed with you as the rest of your family.

Joanna was a loving and very kind mother, she absolutely adored you and spoiled you in spades. You were allowed to do whatever you wanted and get away with no punishment. She tried to fight her growing obsession, she really tried out of consideration for her late friend but when you called her ''mother'' for the first time, there was no going back. You were hers from that moment on. She loves spending time with you, reading or doing whatever you like.

Tywin was an authoritative figure and that has never changed over the years, he has only the best for you in mind and that's why he is so strict, but he has a soft side that shows only to his wife and you. He tries to be as tough as his wife doesn't even try, but he will always give in to you. Especially if you look at him with tears in your eyes, his heart melts right there and he does what you ask on the spot. Just like Joanna, you can get away with whatever you do because to him you could never do wrong. You were perfect, and anyone who dared to disagree would find it no good to cross Tywin Lannister.

Jamie is the quietest of his family, he is the understanding brother with your feelings and is always there to protect and take care of you. He is the most protective of his family and he is very suspicious of anyone who tries to get too close to you. He will get into fights for you, feeling proud and triumphant when he gets your support during a fight. Jamie adores you so much, you're the closest thing to an understanding brother he's ever had and he'd be damned if he let anyone take you away. You were a Lannister and always would be.

Cersei is the most possessive and greedy of her family, she will do anything to get your attention and will fly into a rage if she doesn't get it. She hates sharing you with anyone other than her and her twin brother. Cersei might even see you as she sees Jamie, as an extension of herself and not really a person. Like a possession. Something that belongs to her and she's not the type to share. She loves spending time with you, talking, gossiping or just enjoying your company.

The whole family was happy, everyone adored you and you adored them. Everything was perfect. Tywin and Joanna were your loving parents and Cersei and Jamie your mischievous and clingy siblings. Everything was perfect like it's never been before. Until Joanna got pregnant again. Everyone was happy about her pregnancy, including you who were longing for a younger sibling. Cersei wasn't really happy about it all, seeing as you seemed to spend more time with mom than with her because of the pregnancy. Jamie had no problem with that, not like her sister, and just enjoyed this period of Joanna's life.

When the day of delivery finally came, it was difficult and painful, you were there the whole time and you saw Joanna Lannister die. Your mother. It was as if your world had collapsed, not just yours, but Tywin and the twins' as well. You welcomed with joy Tyrion, but your father and sibilings did not. They rejected him, treating him like nothing and blaming him for Joanna's death. During the long period of mourning, you were the only company Tywin sought out. You tried to comfort him and seek solace for yourself, you were the only one to witness the Lord of Casterly Rock's vulnerability.

You were Tyrion's only constant companion as he grew up, constantly despised by his family and those around him for being a dwarf, he clung to you more and more. You were the only person who really cared for him, the one who convinced Tywin and Cersei to act with a modicum of decency around Tyrion, at least while you're around.

Tyrion is the most abrasive of his family regarding his obsession with you, he knows very well that his feelings are wrong, to say the least, but he tries to control as much as he can, although he can't help but be so attached to you. He craves your attention and approval as he grows up and even as an adult that hasn't changed. He wants your approval, if he can't get it from his father then he wants his. He is very kind to you, but he is still a Lannister, and may the Seven have mercy on anyone who dares to harm you, for Tyrion would be sure to ruin them utterly.

All Lannisters are obsessed with you in their own way and have their own infighting, Tywin and Cersei want to keep you away from Tyrion as they are sure Tyrion will be your undoing, Jamie is happy to see that you care too about your brother and he makes sure you spend your days with him and Tyrion, much to the chagrin of your father and sister. They all fight each other and wouldn't mind killing each other to have you. But everything changes when there is a threat against you and they all quickly join together to get rid of that threat quickly and painfully. May the Seven forbid anything to happen to you, for you can be sure the whole family would go wild and most likely blame each other.

There are rumors that Tywin supported Robert Baratheon because of a personal revenge, some say it was because of what the Mad King did for your dead family, others say it's because Rhaegar insulted him. Rhaegar insulted him by wanting to take you as his spouse instead of Cersei, and Tywin could not allow that. He would not allow his beloved child to be taken from him. And Cersei agreed with that completely, she didn't want you to marry and leave her, Jamie didn't seem to mind too much but he doesn't like the idea of being taken away from you, as long as you were happy he would be fine. Tyrion is the most selfless and says that if you ever want to marry, he will support you, as long as it is someone he has highly valued. You are a Lannister and therefore you must have only the best and your family will ensure that. They promise you.

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jeonjungkookenthusiast1997 · 8 months

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First Loves and Second Glances

Han Jisung is madly in love with his childhood best friend/roommate and has absolutely no way of telling her so he does what he thinks is best and pulls away from her. The pair end up having a movie night where all is revealed, changing the dynamics of their relationship forever.

This is my own work not a reblog, please do not repost or translate! This work of fiction is 18+ so minors DNI.

Content Warnings - childhood friends au, college au, roommates au, friends to lovers au, nipple play, vaginal fingering, pet names, cursing, oral sex (male receiving), body worship, very very light angst, porn with feelings

Word Count: 5,360 (I am seriously incapable of writing short fics, I'm so sorry 😂🙈)

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Y/L/N Y/N and Han Jisung have been roommates for what seems like forever and friends for even longer, first meeting when they were both wide eyed and chubby 5 years olds looking for a friend on the playground. They had stayed at each other's sides through every up and down life thrown their way, for every big life event and now they were living together while attending the same college. Y/N was studying War and World History while Han was of course studying Audio Production and Engineering, it had seemed like the obvious choice for them to live together while venturing out into the unknown.

The atmosphere is calm and quiet as they sit across from each other, Y/N reading an interesting book about Dokkaebi while Han stares blankly at the ceiling. Y/N looks up from her book to see Han with his arms outstretched and his body slumped over almost fully on the floor as he screeches loudly before locking eyes with the girl across from him "I'm bored!" He whines impatiently as his arms flop around making Y/N giggle under her breath "do something productive then Ji" she explains like it's the most obvious thing in the world which makes the boy pout and whine "but do what Y/NNN" she rolls her eyes at his antics before suggesting "why don't we watch that marvel movie you like? the Spiderman one? we could make popcorn and get some fluffy blankets to snuggle up with? chilled night in" she finishes smiling at him.

Han's chocolate coloured eyes light up at the mention of the movie as he nods eagerly "yeah, that sounds like a plan!" He grabs her hand and starts to pull her along "let's go!" she shakes her head slightly while smiling and allows her friend to pull her from where she had been sat on the plush sofa "I'm coming Ji, you can set up Disney Plus and I'll grab the popcorn" Han finally let go of her hand and skips over to the TV stand, his excitement evident in his movements. He grabs the remote and begins to search for the movie on the streaming service, meanwhile Y/N makes her way to the kitchen to prepare the popcorn.

Y/N smiles as she thinks about how cute Jisung is when he's in moods like this but shakes her head of the thoughts and grabs the bag putting it into the microwave then dumping the contents into a large bowl and sitting back down on the sofa, Han finally finds the movie pausing it as the movie starts to play to let them get comfortable. He hums along to the familiar theme song, his excitement growing. Once everything was set up, he turns to Y/N with a bright smile "alright, it's ready I'll grab the blankets" she smiles back and nods patiently waiting for him to return.

Once he's back he throws the blankets onto her head with a laugh before plopping himself down next to her "you're such a child Ji" she laughs as she shoves the blankets back at him before draping them over the pair and smoothing them down, Han giggles like a schoolgirl and rolled his eyes playfully. He acknowledges in his own mind that she was just teasing him; he snuggles closer to her under the blanket, his warmth enveloping them both "you love it when I act like this" he laughs as she pushes his side playfully "do I?" she giggles pressing the popcorn bowl into his arms before she presses play on the device and settles herself into his side.

Han takes the popcorn bowl gratefully starting to munch on the popcorn, he rests his chin on her head with his eyes fixed on the screen. As the movie starts he let out a content sigh and snuggled deeper into the plush blankets, as he gets comfy Jisung's left hand moves down to rest on her hip effectively pulling her closer to his frame as his gaze is focused on the movie. Y/N feels him pulling her into him and her face heats up a little, they usually cuddle all the time but things have felt different lately Jisung's been acting a little standoffish and having him do close was causing an unknown feeling to inch across her chest.

She snuggles closer to her friend's chest and without looking at him breaks the silence "I've missed this, getting to chill out with my best friend watching movies y'know you haven't been around much lately" she can't help the pout that adorns her glossy lips, his heart skips a beat when he feels her hand on his chest.

He didn't want to admit it, but he had been pulling away from her a bit lately and the guilt he's been feeling is squeezing his chest as he sighs "I know and I'm sorry" he tears his gaze from the screen to look down at her "we'll do this more often, I've missed it too" she hums at his words and pushes his chest slightly giggling "we had better! You've been with Changbin and Chan a lot lately, I've been feeling kinda... left out" she admits as she pouts again and rests her head on his chest as she mumbles "been missing my best friend" Han's heart clenches tightly when she mentions Changbin and Chan.

He knew he'd been spending more time with them but he had to pull away from her for his own sanity. Being around the girl he harboured such a big crush on was hurting him, everytime she smiled at him or giggled at his antics it sent a harpoon straight to his heart and he couldn't be the friend she deserved unless he took a break from being planted firmly at her side. Even now with her small hand curled into his shirt and her head against his chest it was making his heart fill with love and affection "I know I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you I promise" she sighs softly at his words "I know you will Ji" she mumbled into his chest, her fingers tightening their hold on his shirt "I've missed just being with you like this" she admitted quietly, her cheek still resting against him and a small pink blush dusting her cheeks.

She clears her throat slightly before she asks "how are the guys? they've been keeping you so busy but you never talk about what you get up to?" She tries to smile as she pushes down the slight sting of jealousy setting root in her chest, Han feels her fingers tighten their grip and can't help but smile softly. She never was very good at hiding her feelings from him, he knew she was probably feeling a little jealous and of course left out as she had said and it stung at his chest that he had caused those feelings "they're fine" he shrugs "there's not a lot to tell honestly, we usually just hang out at the gym" she frowns at his words but decides to leave it if he doesn't want to talk about it "are you staying here tonight? it's been a while since my roommate stayed in his own bed" she squints her eyes in a mildly accusatory manner as she waggles her finger at him.

Han chuckled softly at her playful manner and grabs her finger tugging her fully into his body as they both laugh "yeah I am, after the movie I'll be heading to bed I think" as his words trail off he yawns and lifts his arms over his head making his shirt lift revealing some of his toned skin, her eyes flick down as she sees the material lift and gulps as his toned abs are flashed momentarily. She quickly averts her eyes so as to not be caught ogling her friend's bare skin as she tries to move the inappropriate thoughts out of her mind "aww poor baby had a long day huh Ji" she stifles a laugh as she teases him.

Han couldn't help but laugh at her reaction throwing his head back and whining "I'm fine, just a little tired" he shrugs his shoulders and looks down at her face which is now not attached to his body, making him want to pout and pull her back to him but he refrains "so how have you been lately since as you so eloquently put it I've been a little MIA?" she nods and shrugs "been okay, just gone to lectures and came home" she laughs softly as she shakes her head "it gets boring here with you not around so you need to come home more often okay?" She intertwines her fingers and gives him her best puppy dog eyes.

Han couldn't help how his heart beat a little faster looking at her cute face smiling at her puppy dog eyes as he covered his eyes dramatically "oh god no! not the eyes" he cries as she laughs at him "I'll try my best to come home more often" he pulls her back to him and nuzzles her cheek with his nose, the pair had always been physically affectionate with each other so having him not be around had left her feeling down and mopey.

Y/N playfully attempts to push his face away though she secretly enjoys and has missed his touches "good because otherwise I'd have to put my foot up your ass and drag you back here" she turns her attention back to the movie trying to concentrate a little.

Han couldn't help but chuckle at her playfulness, glad she had seemingly forgiven him, his heart still racing a little from her body being near his own "oh you wound me! You'd really kick my ass?" he teases with his body still pressed against hers "I most definitely would if you deserved it" she smirks at his shocked face "it would make me a little sad though to hurt your adorable face" she uses her hands to gently grip his jaw as she pushes his cheeks together, squeezing the soft skin under his fingers.

He looks down at her a little dazed as a blush creeps up his neck from her teasing, his heart skipping a beat as he looks into her eyes "you're so mean to me sometimes" he whines trying to hide racing heartbeat, his arms move to grip her wrists and his eyes can't help but watch her pretty face. Her thumbs smooth over his face as she stops playing his cute cheeks "I know and somehow you still love me" she giggles as she moves her hands away.

He bites his lip as he looks at her and nods replying before he can think about what he's saying "yeah, I really do love you" his eyes slowly sink down to her lips. Her eyes widen slightly at his words and she feels like can barely breathe as she realises her best friend is looking at her lips like he's about to kiss her "you what?" she whispers barely audible.

Han's eyes widen once he realises what he had said out loud but it was too late the truth was there, he loved her, and all he could do now to fix the situation was to try to brush it off "I mean, I love you, as a friend you know... yeah that what I meant..." he stutters as he looks away completely embarrassed and feeling a sting enter his heart as he took her reaction as a rejection. Y/N frowns as she looks at his dejected face, he's starting to move away from her as she realises so she needs to act quickly "wait Ji" she grabs his arms and pulls him back towards her but he just looks down and fiddles with the blankets "please look at me Jisung" but Han couldn't look at her, his lip was starting to wobble as tears started to brim against his eyelashes and he simply shakes his head not trusting his words.

She feels desperation claw at her chest as she scrambles to fix the situation "Jisung please just look at me, we need to talk about this" she pleads with him "do you really..." she can't finish her sentence as anxiety runs along her arms to her heart, the words she wants to speak stick to her throat and tongue. He closes his eyes tightly before he nods still not looking at her and sighs "yeah I really do" he takes a deep breath before he opens his eyes and looks at her "I really do love you, with all of my heart" he barely gives her a moment to digest the information before he's stuttering over his words "I always have but I don't expect... it doesn't have to change... I know you probably don't feel the sa-" his words are cut off as Y/N grips the back of his neck and plants a small chaste kiss against his lips "stop rambling Ji" she smiles as she kisses him again as gently as a feather brushing against his skin while she waits for him to calm down enough for them to talk.

Han couldn't believe it. He was stunned for a moment before he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, his lips finding hers in a much more passionate kiss this time around. He groans into the kiss, his heart racing as he feels her body pressed against his. She giggles at his forwardness when just a moment ago he was so shy, she pulls away from his tight hold on her body just slightly so she can look at his face "I love you too Ji" she smiles before giving him a soft kiss on his lips then plants a kiss on the tip of his nose.

Han's heart skips a beat at her words, his eyes widening in surprise before he pulls her back into a hug, his face buried in her neck. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before he speaks again "you do? fuck... please don't play with me Y/N" he whimpers as he holds her tight "please be really real with me right now" she frowns as she places her hands on his cheeks to holds him steady so he can look into her eyes as she speaks "I love you Ji, I'm so in love with you" she breathes out as she smiles "I love you so much and I have since the day you fell over that hot dog cart trying to get food for us…"she pauses as he smiles at the memory "you make me smile on my darkest days and you've had my back for so long now I... I can't imagine my life without you" Han's eyes widen in disbelief as he stares into her eyes.

Taking in every word she says. He feels like he's floating on air, his heart soaring with happiness. He's so lost for words all he can do is pull her onto his lap into his arms as a tears of happiness runs down his cheeks "oh Ji" she whispers as she uses her thumb to swipe away the stray tears "why are you crying" she frowns slightly, her brow creasing "I'm just so happy Y/N" he says, his voice cracking slightly as he wipes away more tears as they drop to his cheeks "I love you so much" he whispers, his lips brushing against hers softly before pressing into a more passionate kiss "always have, always will" he mumbles against her lips.

She nods and smiles at his words before she returns his kisses, greedily enjoying the feeling of his lips finally on her own wanting to take her time to live in this moment she has waited so long for. She wraps her arms around his neck as she pulls herself impossibly closer to his body, the movie long forgotten and the popcorn set to the side of the sofa. Han's heart races as he feels her pull him closer, his hands finding their way to her waist before sliding up to her back, pulling her body flush against his. He deepens the kiss, his tongue tracing her lips gently before slipping inside her mouth in a passionate embrace.

Y/N whimpers slightly, feeling his hands move over her body before she pulls away breathlessly, she rests her forehead against his own "how come you never told me" Han's breathing is heavy as he looks into her eyes, his heart racing. "I... I didn't want to ruin our friendship," he admits his voice barely above a whisper. "I wasn't sure you would even like me back" he mumbles as he sighs "you're so important to me sweetheart, I couldn't bear the thought that you'd reject me and it'd all be so awkward that we couldn't be friends anymore" she blushes a soft pink at the sudden term of endearment "I'd never be able to just walk away from you Ji no matter what happened between us, it'll always be us two against the world" she smiles as she rubs her nose against his own.

His heart swells at her words, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he nods "us against the world sweetheart," he whispers before giggling sweetly, his fingers tracing her jawline gently "god I love you so much" he bites his lip as he moves to place soft kisses against her cheek and jaw, her eyes flutter shut as she enjoys his soft touches "I love you too Han Jisung" she whispers as to not disturb the atmosphere that has settled over them she threads her fingers through his hair as she holds him close, still sat in his lap.

Han's heart skips a beat at her words, his fingers tightening around her waist as he leans into her touch "you have no idea how long I've waited for you to say that," he whispers, his lips brushing against her earlobe "and now that you have, I'm never letting you go again" his teeth graze over her earlobe as he nibbles on the skin gently.

A whine catches in her throat as he teases her "you'd better not, I know where you live" she smiles gently as she subconsciously shifts in his lap causing his grip on her body to tighten. Han chuckles softly, his hands moving to cup her face gently "you're stuck with me now," he murmurs before leaning in to capture her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. He lets out a groan as she continues to wiggle in his lip "I'm trying real hard to be good here sweetheart" he moves his hand down to grip her hips tightly "but if you keep moving I'll have no choice but to stop holding back" he looks into her eyes with a mischievous glint shining in his own irises.

Her eyes widen slightly as she realises what she's been doing and is now able to feel the start of his excitement poke against her inner thigh from where she's sat on his lap. She gives another experimental and this time purposeful roll of her clothed crotch against his own causing him to groan again "maybe I don't want you to be hold back anymore Ji" she breathes out as she bites her lip, Han's head tips back against the plush material of their sofa as he rocks his hips up against her body at her teasing movements "fuck" he groans unashamed, his heart races as he feels her moving against him his hands gripping her hips tighter "then I guess I'll have to show you what happens when I'm not holding back" he smirks as he attaches his lips to her neck.

Y/N bites back a moan at the feeling of his clothed member rocking against her core "I've always wondered what you'd feel like" she gasps as he sucks and nibbles against her neck "when your fucking me" she rolls her hips harder grinding down against his body making wetness start to form against her panties making the material stick to her lower lips. Han's breath hitches as he feels her moving against him, his heart racing with anticipation "you're so fucking sexy," he murmurs against her skin, his hands gripping her hips tighter, he pulls back slightly to admire the marks he's left along the column of her neck "never realised my sweet girl was so dirty" he smirks as he moves a hand from her hip under her shirt feeling the skin of her tummy as his hand travels up and stops at her lacey bra.

Y/N's body shudders under his touch "only for you Ji'' she whimpers as she lifts her shirt up and over her head to expose her half naked upper body she reaches down to tug at the hem of Jisung's shirt "off please" he hums a little as he pretends to think "only because you asked so nicely" he smirks as he pulls his shirt over his head watching as she explores his chest with her hands "like what you see baby? 'cause I do '' he admires her black lace bra for a moment before he reaches behind her back to unclip it, letting it fall to the floor exposing her nipples to the cold air of the room.

She nods her head quickly "didn't realise you'd gotten to big" she murmurs as she lets her fingers wander down his chest "all that time with Changbin and Chan worked out for the best I guess" she smirks before she gasps, her back arching slightly as Han suddenly takes one of her nipples into his mouth. Han smirks as he hears her gasp "sorry couldn't wait any longer" his tongue licks over the hardening bud and he can't help the groan that escapes his mouth as he feels her arching into his touch.

He releases her nipple with a pop and smirks "you'll have to thank them when I finally let you out of my bed" he smirks before moving to the other nipple giving it the same attention. She lets out soft moans as he teases her nipples into small peaks, sparks of pleasure slipping down her body straight to her core as it starts to become unbearably wet "Ji... baby I need you" she moans again as she grinds her crotch against his now fully hard covered length.

Han groans low in his throat as he feels her wetness start to seep through her pants "oh yeah? where do you need me sweetheart" Y/N whimpers and grinds down on him against but Han tuts at her "use your words baby or we'll stay like this" she groans frustrated and grabs his wrist putting his hand down her pants "look what you've done to me Ji" she sighs as she feels his fingers start to explore her body.

He chuckles as he feels her warmth and readiness for him. He slowly starts to tease her entrance with his fingers, moaning softly as he feels her wetness coat his fingers "you're so fucking wet and tight baby, this all for me?" she nods her head and closes her eyes as she feels his fingers teasing at her walls as he pushes two fingers straight into her waiting entrance, a moan floods past her throat as he pleases her "all for you baby, only you" Han growls as he feels her walls start to clench around his fingers.

He starts to thrust his fingers in and out of her tight heat, moaning her name as he takes her "that's it baby, take my fingers. Show me how much you want me" she nods her head quickly "want you so bad Ji, please I need it" she whines as she rocks against his thick fingers "need your cock now" the brunette underneath her groans as he feels her tight heat squeezing his fingers. He pulls his fingers out of her slowly, leaving her aching for more "not yet sweetheart, trying to prep you" he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks her essence off with a moan at her taste.

Y/N shakes her head "I'm good, I can take it I'm so fucking wet please baby. Please Ji" she begs as she moves away to stand tugging her pants and panties down and throwing them off to the side before she climbs back onto his lap, Han shakes his head while laughing "fuck... you have no idea what hearing you beg for my cock is doing to me" he groans as he taps her thighs "up" she lifts up off his lap enough for him to shimmy his pants and boxers down letting his hot thick length spring up as a bead of precum beads down the head.

Once his pants are down Y/N finds purchase back on his thighs as her eyes watch the pre cum leaking from his slit, without much thought she bends down and swirls her tongue over the head of his cock before moving down to follow the streams of his pre, she licks it all up dutifully as he gasps feeling her warm tongue over his sensitive length. She lets out a soft moan as she finally tastes him, his eyes roll back into his head as he feels her warm tongue swirling around his head.

He grips the sides of the sofa as he chokes out a moan "F-fuck sweetheart, wasn't expecting you to suddenly start licking my dick like that" she smiles as innocently as she can, batting her eyelashes at him "sorry Ji I couldn't help myself, had to taste you" she gives him one last look and a wink before she gets back to work swirling her tongue over his slit continuously, licking up all the fluid releasing from his body "fuck you taste good and so pretty too" she switches from gently licking to suckling on his dick using her tongue to lick at the veins that run on the underside of his cock.

Han's hands grip the sofa tightly as he feels her warm mouth engulfing his cock head. He groans deeply, his hips bucking up involuntarily "fuck... Y/N" he pants out her name between moans "you're killing me, if you keep sucking me in like that I won't last" his thighs start to shake against her dainty hands. She gives him one last hard suck before she releases him with a 'pop' and a satisfied smile on her face, she crawls back up to him and hovers just above his spit covered cock "wanna ride you now, 'kay Ji? need to ride you" his breathing is ragged as he watches her crawl back up to him, the sight alone making his dick throb with need.

He nods eagerly, his eyes locked on hers "y-yes sweetheart, I want you to ride me" he stutters out his hands reaching down to grab her hips "shit please, ride me" she nods eagerly giving him one last look to make sure it's what they both want before she sinks down onto him, slowly taking him to the hilt as he stretches her walls so deliciously that she has to close her eyes at the stinging pleasure, she takes a moment to enjoying having his cock spearing her wet pussy.

Han's eyes roll back in his head as he feels her tightness engulfing him so beautifully he chokes out a groan "fuck wait - shit sweetheart you feel SO fucking good... I need a moment or I'll cum right now- shit" he breathes heavily as she giggles watching his struggle. After a few moments he nods and moves his hands to grip her hips tightly. Taking his nod as her sign to move she slowly starts to rock her hips in shallow thrusts, the movement causing both of them to moan in unison "ohh Ji~ you feel soo good inside me, fill me up so perfectly" she babbles as she starts rocking up and down faster.

Han's grips on her hips turns bruising as he holds her tight enjoying the feeling of her bouncing on his cock "always wondered what you'd look like... fuck- taking my cock" he groans as he moves a hand from her hip to her breast teasing the nipple in his fingers "god it's so much better than I imagined" he huffs out a short laugh at the thought before it twists into a moan as she moves faster.

She whimpers at his words as her thighs start to shake and feel the burn of the position she's been in for a while now but she can't slow her rhythm not when Jisung's cock is hitting her g-spot so perfectly that it's making her thoughts turn to white noise "used to think of your thick fingers working me open to take your cock when I would touch myself" she moans as her hips stutter slightly after a particularly deep downwards thrust "f-fuck~" she bites her lip hard. Her confession shocks him slightly before the lewdness of it spikes across his chest and makes his dick throb "y-you'll have to show me one day... how you play with your pretty little pussy" he grunts as he feels her pace falter, seeing she's getting tired he takes matters into his own hands.

Jisung moves his hands down to her thighs spreading them open as he thrusts up into her setting a rough pace that has her mewling against him, all she can do is nod furiously as her moans grow in volume "there Ji~ right there don't fucking stop!~" she whines loudly as her head lolls back and her thighs tremble. Her grip on his shoulders falters as he thrusts faster to meet her request.

Han's groans as she tightens around his length "play with your clit baby while I fuck you" his thrusts get faster as sweat beads across his forehead and chest, Y/N bites her lip as she sucks on her fingers before reaching down and rubbing fast circles against her swollen nub, every thrust and swipe of her finger gets her closer to her peak "J-Ji I- shit! fuck!" she gasps her chest heaving as her orgasm starts to hit.

Han bites his lip as her pussy clamps down tight on his cock as one last deep thrust sends her over the edge, her body shaking wildly as she moans his name cumming hard "shit! shit! Baby I'm C-Cumming! gonna fill you up with my cum" Jisung bites his lip as he gives a few last deep thrusts before he cums. Hot ropes of thick white cum paint her walls as their highs crest together, Y/N chest heaves as she starts to come down from the intense high.

Han's grip on her body loosens as she falls onto his chest, his throbbing cock still buried deep in her walls ``that was... intense" she smiles as she rests her head on his bare chest, Han chuckles as he kisses her forehead "glad you enjoyed it sweetheart" once his cock finally softens he lifts her body slightly and pulls himself out of her before returning her body back to his own. Y/N gives him a bright smile before resting her head back on his chest "we should probably talk about this" she grips his side tightly "us" Han nods in agreement "in the morning, for now let's just enjoy the moment and go to bed" he kisses her forehead then her cheek before lifting her into his arms and carrying her to his room.

She sighs contentedly as he slips her into his bed before climbing in behind her and pulling her close, he kisses her neck one last time before whispering "I love you Y/N" her heart skips a beat as she feels his warm breath against her neck "I love you too Ji" she smiles before letting sleep take her tired body.

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ATEEZ poly!ot8 x Reader

Cowboy AU / Wild West

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A/N BETA READ (@mariana-mmtz). IT IS MY BIRTHDAY TODAY (10/16) I went to the zoo and had a great time. However I did start to feel down. But I remembered I still had you guys to tell me all about what you think of my stories lol

While you were left to clean up the rest of the breakfast dishes, you allowed the boys to go about doing their daily chores. You kept an eye on Jongho, who had asked the boys to move him outside of his tent for the day. There were some arguments and snarls coming from him as San and Yunho dragged him out.

“Hello, Honey.” You looked up to give Yeosang a smile.

“Hi, Yeosang.” You answered him.

“I see you're feeling better.” He spoke up, getting closer to you. “Would you take a walk with me?” He asked, nodding his head out of the camp.

You placed the last of the dishes away, drying your hands on your slacks. “I'd love to.” You skipped over to him, linking your arms together.

You both quietly walked along the trees, slowly moving to find a place where you both could enjoy the nature that surrounded you. He had led you to the spring where you had showered yesterday, making room on the rocks at the shore to sit.

“Is everything okay?” He asked you when you both got settled.

“Yeah.” You gave him a confused smile. “Why wouldn't it be?”

“Can I be frank?” You gave him a nod. “I know about you and the boys.”

You tried not to think the worst, but it was the first thing you could think of. They were a band of friends who probably told each other about everything. While you knew they weren’t going to talk about you in any negative way, your first thought was that maybe they felt you were leading them on.

Mingi had been the only one to explain to you that they always spoke about you together but talking about it with one of them was much different. You cared deeply about what they all thought of you, so having Yeosang start up the conversation about kissing the other boys really made you anxious.

“Should I think the worst?” You took a deep breath.

“From me?” He smiled at you. “Not at all. You're worried about what we will think, aren't you?” He added.

“Every one of you has tried to tell me not to worry about it, but I do.” You told him.

Yeosang took a moment to think over what to ask you. It had been a while since he had gone back to his real home. But he knew that the world viewed these kinds of things as nothing sort of strange. This was a different place that didn’t understand how the feelings of people worked. Especially not women.

“Is it because you don't think it's right or because others don't?” He asked you.

You immediately turned to him. It seemed like all the boys knew what you wanted, but were holding back. They weren’t going to judge you. They weren’t going to call you names, you already knew all that. And hearing it from them only made you start to think they were right.

“Do you think it's okay? To feel what I feel?” You asked.

Yeosang’s lips turned up in a smile. “Where I'm from, there is no limit to the kind of love you can feel. People who judge you still because no matter what you do there will always be that one person.” He explained.

He suddenly looked into the water in front of you both, looking lost in thought. “Maybe it's not common yet, but that doesn't mean it's not real. You should follow what your heart wants.”

“But what about you?” You asked him.

“What about me?” He laughed lightly. “I only want what's best for you.”

You sighed, thinking back to your family. You could only think about how crazed they were at the moment, trying to find you. There was an anxious feeling building up in your chest every time you were reminded of how you left your family.

You hadn’t told any of them anything, you knew they were probably hysteric. But you couldn’t face them yet, not when it was still fresh in your mind what they were thinking about you. Here these boys were supporting you much better than your family when you started to change your outlook on life.

“That's more than what I can say about my family.” You pulled your knees up to your chest.

“I'm sure they want the same.” Yeosang spoke up. “If you tell them, maybe they'll understand-”

“I seriously doubt it!” You scoffed. “They-They called me names.” Your bottom lip trembled as you thought about what your dad had called you. “They would rather believe in others than their own daughter. As if I haven't spent my entire life doing what I'm told. Being the good daughter everyone wants.”

Tears started to build up in your eyes, so you aggressively wiped at them.

“This isn't about your feelings, is it?” Yeosang asked, shifting closer to you.

He brought his arm around you, pulling him down into his chest. Your legs stretched out, rubbing your cheek against his shirt as you got comfortable.

“It was at first.” You began. “I believed their name calling-made myself think that they were right.” Your lips trembled from the smile wanting to make its way onto your face.

You thought about the boys and how they all seemed to take care of you. Seonghwa and Wooyoung always teased you, but you find it endearing. It made you blush and become shy, but you didn’t want to hide from their words. Yeosang and San both always knew what to tell you. They made sure you always spoke what was on your mind and didn’t bottle it up.

Yunho and Mingi were there to protect you from harm. One saved your life literally, while the other wanted to keep you from shutting down mentally. And Hongjoong and Jongho, while they didn’t want to see you live the life they had, they showed their own ways of caring. They were hard on you, but they still couldn’t find themselves to part with you.

“But I can't hide what I feel; what I want to feel. After speaking with all of you, it changed to me, realizing that they truly sided with nobodies.” You sniffled.

‘It's a different time.” Yeosang squeezed your shoulder. “There are a lot of things that create chaos just because one person spreads a rumor that isn't true.” He huffed, rolling his eyes. “I think you should still talk to them. Maybe they'll understand you better if they know how you feel. It's a parent's job to take care of their children. Until the very end.”

You looked up at him, being reminded that his family was one of the richest in the entire country. He had everything in the palm of his hands, and yet he was running around as a secret criminal.

You wondered why it was he left his family to do what he did. You were sure he enjoyed it–all of them expressed it multiple times, they wouldn’t want to do anything else. But here he was talking about family when he left his own.

“Are yours still taking care of you?” You spoke out loud.

“Not anymore.” He shook his head sadly. “I love my family just as much as the next. But sometimes you have to tell them the truth in order to grow.”

Would telling your own the truth fix the problems you had? Or would it only create more by having them think the rumors about you were true?

“Is that what you did?” You asked.

“I did.” Yeosang looked down at you.

Your eyes drifted to his birthmark, wanting to reach out and trace it at that moment. “Is that why you're with the boys?”

“They wanted things from me that I didn't.” Yeosang explained. “I wanted to be my own person.” He sighed and turned back to look at the water.

Yeosang had hidden feelings over his parents that you knew you wanted to know more about. The rich you knew in Cromer were all people who seemed stuck up and had their noses up-turned. They didn’t care about the well-being of others and allowed their greed in money to be their downfall from society.

Was that how Yeosang’s family was? Yeosang was nothing like those people. He worked for what he wanted–he strived to reach that point. Yeosang was a person who knew hard work was what made the reward so much better.

“Don't let that change your mind.” He quickly told you. “Your parents are not mine. They seem to really care about you. I'm sure they'll change their minds.”

You grew up with parents who cared for each other and gave their kids the best things life had to offer. They did always work themselves to the bone, but in your eyes they were your role models because they still tried their best to spend time with their children.

Even at the age where everyone else their age would start to become grandparents, they would still try to spend time with your youngest brother, who was 6. They weren’t giving up yet, but somehow it seemed like they gave up on you.

You knew you had to go back soon before they entered an early grave from trying to find you. You didn’t want to lose them, but you knew that if you needed to, you would have to leave them to find the person you truly wanted to be.

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track 002. la del insta

─── ❝ todo comienza y se termina ❞ ───

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NOVEMBER 2022

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redbullracing i have been told that my previous caption was not appropriate, so here's a boring pr one scripted by salty spice himself, daniel ricciardo returns to red bull as our reserve driver. it's wonderful to have you back daniel.

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📍isabellaperez alternate caption was the honey badger is back mother fuckers!! read it and weep!!

user43 i love red bull's admin and their chaos. wonder where christian horner found them.

↳ redbullracing he found me on the streets of monaco and picked me up by the scruff of my neck and told me he had a job for me. who was i to deny salty spice?

↳ danielricciardo you would love her less if you had to see her everday.

↳ maxverstappen1 at least you got a break for a while, i've been suffering for four years

↳ estebanocon you two have it easy, i've been suffering since 2016.

↳ schecoperez i've been told to say that i've been suffering for 19 years.

↳ isabellaperez fuck you guys (except tio checo. i love you)

↳ alexalbon don't worry isa, you're my favorite red bull admin

↳ isabellaperez thank you lily's boyfriend! you're my favorite williams driver!

user07 red bull admin is checo's niece?? plot twist. honestly though, i love her.

christianhorner this is not the caption we talked about isabella.

↳ redbullracing i would say sorry but we both know it's going to happen again. it's been happening for over 4 years.

user92 she's been apart of the team longer than checo? it's kind of iconic. but why red bull and not aston martin when checo was racing with them at the time?

↳ isabellaperez aston martin didn't have a position open and red bull did. it also allowed me to travel with my uncle which i've been doing since 2011, i was only going to stop because the fia demanded it due to covid.

user59 so do you live in monaco or mexico with checo?

↳ isabellaperez used to live in LA but the influencer life was not for me (check out my youtube channel) then i was convinced by my sister and arthur to move to monaco. i travel to mexico all the time, i have to see my mami of course!

BAHRAIN 2023

the youngest mclaren driver stood off to the side, nervous for his first ever formula one grand prix. his teammate seemed less nervous, but still nervous to a certain degree. oscar truly didn't want to fuck this up, not after everything that happened in the last 6 months for him. he noticed a brunette girl staring at him from across the pitlane, she gave him a small wave before turning to go back inside the redbull garage.

the younger brunette turned to look at the slightly older one, "who was that?"

the older one turned to look at him, “you don’t stand a chance. she's checo's niece, very overprotective that man is. not excluding you know, max and daniel. take it from me, i've tried.”

“i asked who she was not if you tried to get her number.”

“oh, i have her number, but i have a girlfriend, you pastry. matter of fact," lando said, "you have her number too."

“it’s piastri! you know this!” oscar shouted as lando skipped, literally skipped, away from him. oscar rolled his eyes at the older drivers actions before turning to go back inside the mclaren garage.

the brunette girl stood outside the redbull garage again, with daniel ricciardo at her side. she turned to look at the empty spot oscar had once been in, then back at daniel, “can't believe i still think he's cute. he's the enemy.”

daniel laughed, "he's not the enemy isa. you're allowed to have a crush on someone."

isabella rolled her eyes, running a hand through her hair, “i hope him the best at shit-claren.”

“isa!”

the girl laughed, “it’s true!”

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alexa, play the boys are back from hsm2!!! welcome home honey badger!! we've missed you!! (salty spice told me no more cursing on official red bull posts)

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isabellaperez we're back people!! bahrain 2023, praying for a better result than last year. please f1 gods, don’t give us a double dnf. (but at least ferrari had a 1-2!)

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danieljricciardo i know you aren’t liking your posts from the official redbull racing account

↳ isabellaperez what good is it running the red bull account if i can’t like my own posts?

user82 paddock princess is back people!!

↳ isabellaperez am i royalty like charles? people’s prince and poddack princess?

↳ charles_leclerc you wish you were as cool as me

↳ isabellaperez at least i don’t wear questionable pants.

↳ georgerussell63 she got you there buddy

user75 isabella running the red bull racing account but still being a tifosi will always be hilarious to me

↳ isabellaperez corporate espionage at it's finest (i'm kidding christian, please don't fire me)

logansargeant is it considered treason if i follow you?

↳ isabellaperez idk let’s ask alex_albon, is it treason?

↳ alex_albon he’s in the groupchat? how is this treason?

↳ logansargeant good to know

logansargeant and oscarpiastri started following you

redbullracing posted a new story!

1-2 in bahrain! what a way to begin the season! congrats maxverstappen1 and schecoperez (i’ve been told by helmut that i need to be more ‘professional’ whatever that means)

duckling to get over my crush on oscar i’ve decided to ask arthur for ollie’s number.

super max oh for fucks sake, don’t do that

duckling maybe i should text austin then.

honey badger DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!

honey badger i will fucking confiscate your phone isabella estrella perez

duckling i don’t have a middle name. my sister does, it’s maria. honey badger i could not give less of a fuck. don’t you dare do such a thing.

super max I WILL CALL SEBASTIAN ISABELLA PEREZ!!

duckling don't threaten me with sebastian, max! that will do nothing!

super max added one person

honey badger had changed the group name to 'redbull's four musketeers'

paddock dad do i want to know?

super max ISABELLA WANTS TO TALK TO AUSTIN! TELL HER IT'S A BAD IDEA! duckling fuck you, you stupid maxi-pad

paddock dad isa, why would you do that?

honey badger SHE HAS A CRUSH ON OSCAR AND IS AFRAID OF LOVE! duckling i am not afraid of love. i’m afraid of falling in love, two very different things daniel super max yet another thing austin ruined for you. love along with getting a pet. paddock dad how the hell did he ruin getting a pet for her? honey badger honestly don’t remember but i think it was something along the lines of how his cousin had one and it got killed by a car. duckling i still want a dog he didn’t completely ruin that. paddock dad never let a man ruin anything for you or so my wife says

super max you might want to mute this chat seb, it was created to help isabella over any and all problems, small or big.

duckling okay fuck you verstappen

super max no thanks. i have a girlfriend. honey badger we're aware. we've heard nonsense super max do you really want to go there ricciardo? your wife wrote a song about only buying a dress so you could take it off honey badger DO YOU LIKE MAKING HER EYES ROLL VERSTAPPEN? DO YOU?

isabella had been so focused on her phone and texting back the others that she didn’t notice the person coming at her. she crashed into the person and her phone fell to the floor, landing with a loud crack. at least the crack sounded loud to her, but not louder than the ‘mierda’ she let out. she bent down to pick up her phone and so did the person she had bumped into, both reached for her phone, bumping heads.

“fuck,” isabella softly whispered, “you have a hard head,” she told the other person as she rubbed her head.

the person laughed, “guess that’s a good thing for an f1 driver.”

isabella’s eyes slightly widened when she realized who she had bumped into. she would recognize an australian accent anywhere, she had grown up near daniel ricciardo. oscar piastri was too busy inspecting her phone for any cracks to notice the expression she had made. he handed her the phone as both stood to their full heights, he was noticeably taller than her.

"no cracks," oscar told her as he handed back her phone. she smiled politely at him, "thanks."

"and your friends are blowing up your phone. i think you had like 10 messages come in while i was checking to see if it had any cracks. not that i read them-"

isabella waved him off, "it's just max and danny, they were arguing about who had the horniest songs written about them."

oscar laughed, "i'm oscar piastri."

"i know, i'm isabella perez" she replied, "i saw your alpine tweet, plus arthur talks about you a lot."

"i know," oscar replied, "arthur leclerc? you two know each other?" he questioned as they began walking together. isabella didn't know where he had originally been heading but now the two were walking back to their hotels.

"he's dating my sister, dulce? you might know her."

"oh, you're isa. i always wondered why they called you isa and not bella."

"because i will stab anyone who calls me bella," isabella emptily threatened. too enthralled on her phone she failed to notice the small smile on oscar's face.

"okay, bella."

isabella quickly looked up, glaring at him, "i'm glad you dnf'd."

"ouch," oscar dramatically muttered, "you wound me bella."

the two were interrupted by a voice shouting for oscar. they turned around and were met with the sight of alex albon and logan sargeant, both williams drivers also walking back to their hotel.

"alabono!" isabella shouted, rushing to hug the bleached-blonde. the taller driver opened his arms and accepted the hug, "hi, isa. did you have a good day?"

"no, charles dnf'd, so the ferrari in me is crying. however, the redbull in me is screaming for joy."

before alex could reply a ding interrupted him and caused isabella to look down at her phone. her eyes widened, and she handed her phone over to alex, "can you give this to max or danny later? i'm catching a flight on air-max later tomorrow."

alex nodded, "see you in glendale. or sooner."

"bye alex, bye logan, bye piastri!" isabella shouted as she ran off. logan looked confused between isabella's phone and alex, "why'd she give you her phone?"

the phone dinged again and alex sighed as he switched the phone to silent, "it's quite the story, one that either isa or dulce should tell you, not me."

"okay," logan said, he turned to oscar, "why'd she call you piastri?"

"oh, i called her bella," oscar replied, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. alex's eyes widned and logan knew their was a story there but he didn't pry. he wasn't close to any of the other drivers besides oscar, so he wasn't going to ask. he could be nosy sometimes but even he knew his limits. alex didn't want to talk about isabella's phone so maybe the phone had something to do with calling her bella.

"surprised you're still standing," alex said, "last time someone called her bella she kicked him in the nuts, and they had just met. he stopped calling her bella after that."

the two rookies exchanged looks as alex pocketed isabella's phone and pulled out his own phone and began to type furiously on it. logan's phone dinged moment's later but he ignored it, not wanting to make oscar suspicious. however, when his phone kept dinging oscar turned to him curiously and logan waved him off, silencing his phone.

"just friends from home, they were planing a party," logan quickly lied. oscar shrugged him off and logan was quick to divert the conversation to a random topic.

alex albon OSCAR CALLED HER BELLA AND HE'S STILL STANDING. NO BALLS WERE KICKED!!!!

dulce perez HE WHAT? BUT SHE HASN'T LET ANYONE CALL HER THAT FOR YEARS! EVEN AUSTIN WASN'T ALLOWED TO CALL HER BELLA

daniel riccardo THIS IS BIG NEWS PEOPLE!

lewis hamilton will you people shut up? some of us have an early flight to catch tomorrow.

fernando alonso mute them, i usually do that until the next morning. lewis hamilton i should start doing that

daniel ricciardo CARLOS DROP EVERYTHING NOW!!!

bailey winters MEET ME IN THE POURING RAIN! daniel ricciardo NOT THE TIME BAILEY! bailey winters IT IS ALWAYS THE TIME FOR DAPHNE JONES SONGS!

carlos sainz what happened? what did i miss?

arthur leclerc that's not fair, i've known her for years and i still get punched on the arm when i call her bella

dulce perez that’s because it’s usually “this is the skin of a killer bella” lando norris to be fair it’s a great line, and robert pattinson is great. team edward all the way daphne jones for legal reasons, team jacob natalia ruiz shall i tell suki lando’s in love with her boyfriend? lando norris CAN I MEET HIM? TELL ME I CAN!!

carlos sainz QUE ESTÁ PASANDO?! SOMEONE EXPLAIN!!

logan sargeant what’s the big deal with him calling her bella? it’s her name, no?

carlos sainz QUE? HE CALLED HER WHAT? dulce perez the only people allowed to call her bella was our dad, tio checo too, but ever since dad passed she hasn’t let anyone call her that. she says it was his name and only his. arthur leclerc her ex tried calling her bella and she kicked him in the nuts when they first met. he still did it every time he was angry at her. charles leclerc which was everyday and she always cried because only her dad was allowed to call her that. logan sargeant so the ex was an asshole? max verstappen biggest understatement of the year.

logan sargeant and that’s why she gave her phone to alex earlier.

mick schumacher HE TEXTED? AGAIN? I WOULD STRANGLE HIM IF I WOULDN'T LAND IN JAIL

daniel ricciardo i’m going to punch that guy. take a hint dude.

logan sargeant why don’t you guys just block him?

dulce perez oh why didn’t we try that? WE DID THAT YOU AMERICAN!

natalia ruiz seb said we needed to teach her to not reach out to him on her own. we're starting with confiscating her phone anytime he texts her and we give it to her the next day. it was hard to get where we are now, trust me. she used to fight us on it but now she just hands her phone over.

mae jones we're not quite sure what the next step is but we're making progress. maybe we can get her to block him on her own.

george russell so what exactly is the next step in operation osbella? obella? iscar? what's the official name?

fernando alonso how about 'all of you need to stop being invested in isabella's love life and go the hell to sleep?"

lando norris yes papa nando. fernando alonso that's going to stick isn't it? max verstappen absolutely lando norris 100 percent daniel ricciardo already making t-shirts lance stroll papa nando, papa seb, and uncle lewis mae jones good luck explaining that one to isa and oscar in the other groupchat.

¡leclerc-s speaks! it's austin gp weekend! (i live in california) anyways hope you enjoyed this one before quali today or after. expect more posts this weeked, maybe? i'm not sure yet.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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poppylovestowrite · 3 months

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hii can i request karma x reader who went through a really tough week because of school and peer problems and other things then just breaks down because it’s all just so overwhelming

Overworked | Karma x Reader

"(Y/n). Have you finished the script for our presentation tomorrow?"

You involuntary winced, as you internally curse for forgetting something so important. It's bad enough you've forgotten something important, but to jeopardize someone else's grade for your full plate made it worse.

You slowly closed your locker, purposely delaying a response.

"... No."

Your classmate frowns.

"Have you at least started?"

" Um... yeah."

She groans, sensing you lie. "Are you kidding me?! We already had to delay our presentation because you couldn't even finish your part on time." She wags an accusing finger at you.

It wasn't like you were slacking off. You try to take school seriously, but Kunugigaoka was brutal. 80% of the students here spend most of their time trying to keep their grades up.

"Look. I'm sorry, I've just been swamped."

"Busy?" She rolled her eyes and scoffs. "I bet you're not too busy seeing that boyfriend of yours."

You gritted your teeth.

You had some sympathy for her before, but to bring your boyfriend into this made you want to shove her to the ground.

"I've barely seen him in two weeks." You hiss.

You can let her talk about how 'lazy' you've been doing, but you do not allow her to blame Karma for all your schoolwork problems.

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes. "Just get the script done. If I were you, I use lunchtime to do your work."

She doesn't give you time to argue and stomp away, but not taking her negative energy with her. You huffed and slammed your locker shut.

Great. Just great.

You wanted to use your lunch break to study for the science test today, but it looks like that is going to have to wait. Because if you don't give it to her today, she would most certainly never live it down. Besides, this presentation was worth more than your science test.

You groaned and rubbed your forehead.

'It's okay, it's okay.' You would tell yourself.

However, your fingers started to tremble as you started to think about all the work you had to get done today. For a quick breather, you went outside to the courtyard for a couple of minutes.

But you didn't have a couple of minutes. As soon as you got comfortable, the bell rang. It was time for your first class.

You groan.

Seriously? All you wanted was at least two minutes. Just two measly minutes. That's all you ask.

You were reluctant to stand back up, but you did and dragged yourself to your first class.

It was suffocating.

Your teacher would speak, but the words weren't reaching your ears. You would try to read the words from your textbook, but your mind wasn't processing anything you read.

You were jiggling your leg underneath your table from impatience. You just wanted the class to end already because every time your teacher spoke, it felt like you were trying to cramp more words in an already filled-up suitcase.

And the suitcase was about to explode.

"Hrm." You softly whined and placed a hand over your head.

You couldn't take anymore and ended up excusing yourself to go to the bathroom. The thought of just leaving school altogether was at an all-time high, but, you've always been a good student. You would feel guilty.

But then you thought about your trouble-making boyfriend.

Skipping with would definitely make you feel much better.

In the bathroom, you took your phone from your pocket and called for Karma, hoping he didn't sleep in today and was still at him.

Sleep.

Oh, how you wish you were sleeping in your bed right now.

It didn't take long for Karma to answer, but the two rings felt like they went on for hours. After two rings, Karma picked up.

"Hey, babe." He didn't sound as if he just woke up. "What's up?"

"I'm skipping the rest of my morning classes." You blurt out. "Do you want to join me?"

".... Not that I'm complaining, but why?"

It was a reasonable question. Karma can't remember the last time you skipped class with him. You're the one who had to tell him to not do that.

"I... Just need to see you." You mumbled sadly.

Hearing the desperation in your voice, Karma knew something was wrong. He didn't even have the heart to tease you about being such a bad girl for wanting to skip school.

"I'll wait for you by the entrance," Karma tells you.

***

You knew you could get in trouble for skipping class, but it was either that or staying to increase the chances of finally snapping and jumping out a window.

As everyone hurried off to their next class, you did your best to act as if you were following suit. With all the busy students taking over the hallways, the teachers need help seeing you head to the main entrance and leave the school.

There was no one out in the courtyard, and since you're used to seeing this place packed full of students, it felt creepy to see it like a ghost town.

However, the unsettling feeling vanished when you saw your boyfriend waiting for you by the entrance.

Karma smiles upon seeing you.

You didn't greet him with a smile, nor even a wave. Instead, you tackled him into a hug and buried your face into his chest.

Karma was a bit caught off guard by the hug but smiled tenderly and wrapped his arms around you nonetheless.

"Aw," he cracks a grin. "Someone missed me."

You did. You really did.

"I hate school." You mumbled into his shirt.

Karma understood your pain. If it were up to him, he would see you every day.

"How bout you and I just run away and join the circus?" He jokes.

"That sounds tempting."

Karma laughs.

You eventually let go and sighed, already feeling a tad better.

"I needed that hug." You admit. Your tone was exhausted but relieved.

"I can tell." Karma smiles and then playfully tickles under your chin before taking your hand with his. "Let's go before someone sees us."

You didn't even question where you were going with him. All that you cared about was that you were leaving.

But even if you weren't in school, all the workload you had to do filled your head.

Karma took you to a burger joint to eat. It's a bit too early for lunch, but whatever. Maybe some food will help get your mind off of everything.

Karma forced you to sit on a chair and told you to wait while he took the order.

As you sat there, it did occur to you that an adult figure could potentially spot you skipping school and tell your parents, but you were past the point of caring.

You deserve a break.

Karma came back with a tray full of food.

You ate quietly because you wanted to enjoy your food. Usually, this is the part where you would start ranting, and yes, you do feel like ranting, but you're so tired.

"I'm thinking about switching schools." You eventually blurt out.

Karma gave you a long look. Because of the different classes, and your busy schedule, spending any time with Karma has been becoming more and more rare, so you would understand if he was against it.

But, he loves you, and the last thing he wants is for you to suffer.

"I get it." He nods. "Would your parents let you though?"

Oh right. How can you forget your parents?

Your shoulders drooped.

"Probably not."

"Why... don't you drop down to E class?"

You blinked. "What?"

"Trust me, you'll have more free time there." He insisted. "Sure, there is no AC or heater, the wifi sucks, and the walk there is long--"

"You're doing such a good job convincing me to go," you snort.

"I was just being honest. C'mon, you're dying there, and I can't stand it. Just drop down. The girls there aren't stuck up like the ones in your class so I'm sure you'll fit in.

It's a win-win situation. You would be less exhausted in his class and class E can use all the help they can get to kill their teacher.

"Besides, I'll be there." He grins.

The corners of your lips twitched up for a moment.

"It would be great to be in the same class together again."

"Exactly."

His eagerness for you to join class E made your heart flutter. Ever since he was sent to the End Class, you saw Karma less and less. It pained you as much as it pained him. It almost made you want to blindly go to E class with him. But, dropping down to the lowest class in a school like Kunugigaoka comes with some consequences.

For one thing, you would be completely isolated from the rest of the school. Which isn't a big deal considering you don't like any of your classmates.

You do have to suffer the dirty looks from your parents so you choose to drop down. They prided themselves on knowing you were a student at such an elite school. They would always brag to their other family members and friends all the time. It would be embarrassing.

You sighed and eventually gave an answer.

"I'll think about it."

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sgt-seabass · 1 year

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Prompt 15 about a hike turning to a chase, I would love that to be with nick from clockwork AU. Loved the short thrill of when puppy attempted to escape the first time, but would love to see it with the new bond they have (maybe Nick goes a bit mad thinking puppy isn't truly broken for a sec?). Thank you, I think your writing is fabulous.

𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑

✧˚ · . 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

pairing — mob boss!alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader w/c — 4.2k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. part of the Clockwork AU. warnings — a/b/o elements, pet names (omega, puppy, pup), chasing, hunting, minor injury to reader, minor injury to Nick, minor blood, guns, knives, major stockholm syndrome, kissing, general dark shit idk a/n — thank you so much for the ask bubs! i love it. and i'm so glad you're enjoying the AU! i hope you like it. also big thank you to @lunarbuck for beta reading, you're amazing. any mistakes are my own.

The sun filtered through the kitchen window as you sat at the counter, picking at the bacon and eggs on your plate. Nick’s kitchen staff often prepared your meals, leaving you feeling inadequate. But it was always delicious, so you couldn’t complain too much.

As usual, Nick was up early and in his office, his work calling him away. Sometimes you sat in the office with him when he felt needy, but you enjoyed your moments alone. You never truly had solace, though, as you could feel Nick’s presence through the bond or would be checked in on by Mace, Beck, or one of Nick’s many men.

You hadn’t made a fuss since you were broken four weeks ago, but that didn’t mean Nick trusted you to behave.

Honestly, there wasn’t much reason to lash out. Nick treated you well, ensuring you were fed and fucked until you passed out every night. Sometimes it was as if he had a competition with himself to see how many orgasms he could pull from your body. You got a little bored while he worked long hours, but Nick had every streaming service possible, and the dogs would sit with you.

You weren’t allowed outside without supervision, so sometimes you’d sit by the window in the lounge room and just peer out. Occasionally, you’d see the omegas being moved to and from the barn. Those were the worst days. Letting Nick claim your body on those nights was the hardest, something within you fighting to resurface. But you never won those battles, and you’d be screaming Nick’s name before long into the starry night.

There was movement behind you as you scooped some eggs onto your fork, and your heart skipped a beat when Nick’s scent wafted into the room. You turned, surprised to see your alpha behind you. Your brows raised at the sight of his navy, cosy, fluffy jumper that covered his hulking frame and black skinny jeans that showed off his ass. That certainly wasn’t what he wore to work. And he hardly ever left his office during the daytime unless he had to oversee shipments or deal with a severe work problem. “Alpha?”

“Why do you look so surprised to see me, omega?” Nick chuckled, moving to the counter where you sat. He took the fork from your grip, bringing the eggs to your mouth to feed you. “Good girl. I always like seeing my omega eat well. Means you’ll have lots of energy. I want my puppy to be nice and healthy.”

You nodded with heated cheeks, still not used to the praise Nick would occasionally gift you. Normally if he was friendly, he would have something scheming in the background.

Just like now.

“It’s playtime, puppy. I’ve taken the rest of the morning off to spend some time with you.” Nick brought another forkful to your mouth, which you hesitatingly took. You were apprehensive. You’d never had play time before and feared finding out what it meant.

“Playtime?” You questioned, voice meek as you wished the ground would come and swallow you up. Nick always had you feeling small, like a bug he could crush under his boot.

“Alpha wants to play a game called hunt the whelp.”

You blinked, giving him a confused look with knitted brows. “What?”

“You’re cute when you’re dumb, puppy. C’mon, put your runners on. The new ones I got you this morning.” Nick pulled you from the counter, hand wrapped around your wrist as he brought you to the front door. He’d shown you the new pink runners this morning but said they were for special occasions. Playtime must be special if you get to wear them.

Sitting on the bench by the door, you watched as Nick knelt before you, picking up the fresh new shoes and slipping them onto your feet. You noticed the change immediately. The runners were heavy, instantly pulling your feet to the ground. You bit your lower lip as Nick focused on doing up the laces, triple knotting them so they’d hold despite the weight pulling you down.

“There we go. Perfect fit, right, pup?” Nick grinned up at you, patting your knee before standing. “Wait here.”

It’s not like you could get very far anyway. You testingly raised your foot, frowning at how difficult it was. They weren’t going to be impossible to walk in, but they also weren’t going to be easy.

The jingling of a bell signalled Nick’s return. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of the matching pink collar, a small bell shaped like a strawberry hanging on the front. “A-Alpha— I—“

Nick advanced, holding the collar above you, shaking it. “I thought you liked pink. And the staff tell me how you eat all the strawberries you can. I’ve started buying extra just for you.”

“I— I do like them. But—“

“Then this collar is perfect for you, no?” Nick’s eyes darkened a fraction, danger laced in his tone.

There were eggshells all over the floor, and if you weren’t careful, you would wake the beast that lay dormant in your alpha.

It felt like stones in your throat were weighing you down, like your shoes. “I-It’s perfect…” You conceded, too scared to deny your alpha as he towered over you.

“I’m glad you agree, puppy.” Nick placed the collar around your neck, snapping the latching mechanism together so it was secured. You heard a little beep as Nick locked the collar with his fingerprint. Any plans you had of taking it off were quickly squashed.

You stayed silent. What was there to say anyway?

Nick pulled you to stand, and the bell jingled with the movement. He smirked at you, cocking his head before looping his fingers through the collar.

Without warning, Nick tugged you closer, pulling you up so you were standing on the balls of your feet. His lips ghosted over yours, his hot breath fanning across your face. “You look very cute, omega. My good little puppy, aren’t you? And good little puppies get to play.”

The dead, almost forgotten part of you wanted to tell him to fuck off. But your hindbrain was preening from the attention.

“Let’s go. Just looking at you like this is getting me excited.”

Not waiting for your approval, Nick picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist with your chest against his. Even with the added weight of the shoes, Nick carried you like you weighed nothing, displaying his prime alpha strength.

You let your chin rest on his shoulder, your fingers running across the soft material of his jumper. Nick’s scent never failed to give you butterflies, and he chuckled as you dragged your nose across the scent gland on his neck. You could see the tops of his tattoos, and something about the black ink made him even more endearing as if his skin was a storybook for you to unveil.

Not that Nick ever granted you much insight into his mind. He was near impossible to read, and you knew next to nothing about his past, or his plans for the future. He was a closed book, only allowing you snippets of his life to bleed through into your world.

As he made his way through the mansion with you latched to him, Nick grabbed a duffle bag by the back door, slinging it over his shoulder. You were both scared and curious to see what it contained.

“It’s such a nice day, omega, isn’t it?” Nick said as he carried you out the back door and into the sunlight shining across the backyard.

“Mm, yes.” You mumbled into Nick’s shoulder, enjoying the way the heated rays warmed your skin and provided life essence to your soul. Like a plant, you wanted to grow towards the light and let it fuel your being.

You passed the barn, refusing to look at it as Nick brought you to the edge of the lawn, where grass met forest. Luckily, there were no sounds of distressed omegas around, and it put you more at ease.

Sensing your anxiousness, Nick placed his palm on the small of your back to hold you close. “Don’t think about them.”

But how could you not? Nick could attempt to pull the wool over your eyes, but you’d always know where his wealth and power came from. Exploitation. Your alpha was not a good man. But he was your alpha, and that meant there really wasn’t much you could do about it. Fighting against a force so much more powerful than your own only ended up with you hurt. And you’d had more than enough pain to last you many lifetimes.

Nick brought you to a spot you had been before when you first ran from him when brought to his mansion. Where you fell, and the dogs laid with you before Nick and his men arrived. Back when you had a yearning for a normal life.

He placed you down, your feet sinking into the plush earth with the weighted shoes on your feet.

“Are you ready to play, puppy?” Nick put the bag down and unzipped it. The sight of the contents had your eyes widening and a gasp falling past your lips. A gun. Not just any firearm. But a rifle fitted with a scope for extra accuracy.

“What.. are you hunting?” You knew the answer. But you didn’t want to admit it to yourself.

“You, of course. You get to go on a hike, puppy. And all you have to do is avoid my slugs. It’s simple.” Slinging the gun over his shoulder, Nick approached you, cupping your cheek with his warm palm. You snuggled your face into it, hoping to hide away from the sick game he wanted to play.

“Can’t we just stay here? I— I don’t want to run,” you murmured against his palm, and Nick cracked up.

“Oh, now you don’t want to run, huh?” His hand patted your cheek before he gripped your chin tightly. “I took the morning off work just to play with you. Don’t be ungrateful.”

“But—”

Nick growled, grabbing you rougher. “Unless the next words out of your mouth are ‘thank you, alpha, for taking time off for me,’ I don’t want to fucking hear it.”

“T-Thank you.” You blurted out, primarily out of habit.

“Thank me properly.”

With no room for argument, you reached up to press a chaste kiss to Nick’s lips, your hands resting on his shoulders. Just like you’d been taught. Nick always had you giving kisses as apologies. “Thank you for taking time off for me, alpha.”

“My good girl. Wasn’t that hard, was it?” Nick smoothed his hands over your chiffon dress. Pink. Like your shoes and collar. Nick said it was all for you, but you know he enjoyed dressing you prettily. Like his little puppy doll.

It certainly wasn’t hiking attire.

“You have a five-minute head start. When you hear a shot, you’ll know I’m coming for you.” Nick checked his watch before turning his attention to you. With a raised brow, he shooed at you, hands swatting you away. “Go on, don’t want to waste your head start.”

You stuttered in place. Did he really expect you to run? The look Nick gave you, with a fucking rifle slung over his shoulder, told you he wasn’t joking.

Maybe you could get out of here. Find a road and hail someone down.

The thought had you turning on your heel and bolting. Your speed as an omega was handy, and even with the weighted shoes, you could make a semi-fast pace. Tension tore through your body as you ran, muscles already screaming from the strain of dragging your feet along.

The trees were somewhat sparse in this area, and it made for easy running as you leaped over logs and avoided thick branches. You shivered into the chilly air, the trees covering the sun and causing the temperature to drop. With each bounding step, your shoes became more dirtied, brown earth covering your lower legs.

The bell of your collar rang like an ominous toll, the sound only proving how desperate you were to make some distance.

As you made your way through, you almost tripped on air. Or, what you thought was just the air. You stumbled forward and luckily tumbled to the side as the tripwire snapped, a big hole opening up where you should have fallen.

A trap. You crawled over to look in the now-visible hole. There were no spikes, nothing to seriously maim you. But it would considerably slow you down if you got yourself stuck.

As you stared at what was almost your fate, stuck in a hole, a shot rang out into the air.

Birds fluttered away in the distance. Nick had begun the hunt.

Not sticking around to find out if he would actually shoot you, you got up and began moving. Your legs were fatigued, and it was hard to pull yourself along, but as the birds that had been scared off by Nick’s shot passed you, there was a new, renewed sense of vigour coursing through you.

Maybe you could join them in their escape. Because you wanted to get away from Nick… right? Yes. Maybe. Your body, mind, and soul craved him. And you wanted to turn around and run back to him. But you should’ve wanted to escape, right? Confusion muddled your mind as you kept moving.

You couldn’t run anymore, not with your legs weighed down and traps around. There were multiple tripwires scattered about, and it was hard avoiding them while also trying to make your way.

Not wanting to give away your location, you tucked the bell under the collar so that it sat between the fabric and your neck. There were still slight sounds, but they were mostly muffled. And it was the best you could do as you needed your hands free.

The further you got, the more you realised how much this game was pitted against you. You never had a chance to actually get away. Nick had made sure of that as if he was scared you would actually get away from him. The forest seemed endless, you couldn’t reach a full omega sprint, and there were booby traps all over.

It had been at least ten minutes since Nick sounded that he had begun hunting, but you hadn’t heard him behind you. Despite constantly checking and listening for sounds, it seemed like you were alone.

You made it to a small stream, and it gave you a chance to splash some water over your face and try to wash your scent glands so that the smell wasn’t as strong. What you didn’t realise was this just washed your smell downstream and gave Nick a very easy way to find you.

The brush became thicker as you ventured further with heavy feet. Sick of the shoes, you tried to take them off, but Nick had tied them so tight you’d need a knife to cut them off.

Sweat dripped down your brow as the sun reached its peak. It was becoming hot, and it made the situation that much worse.

This was by far the worst hike ever.

Just past the stream, across the path you were trying to take, laid a large, hollowed log. Part of you wanted to hide, but that seemed like a stupid idea. You began to climb the log to get over it.

As you slung your leg over the bark surface, a sickening shot sounded. You heard the whoosh of air before it hit you. An almighty pain on the back of your left thigh that had you howling into the warm air. “Fuck!”

You fell over the other side of the log, clutching at your thigh. “Fuck, fuck!”

It hurt like a bitch, but when you felt for a wound, you couldn’t find one. There was no bullet?

You didn’t have much time to inspect your injury, as you could hear the rustle of leaves under Nick’s boot as he began to approach. “Puppy, come out, come out, wherever you are.”

Something told you he knew exactly where you were. With a whimper, you picked yourself up and began running. Your trudged steps were staggered as you limped on your injured leg. Pain flared through your body as tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, your heart hammering in your chest.

There was fear, but something else too. A spark that lit you like a conduit, leaving your body buzzing with exhilaration. This was what it felt like to be alive.

“I can smell your cunt from here, puppy. You’re dripping, aren’t you?” Nick taunted, before taking another shot, this one landing on your left hip.

You screamed out a cry, the bell on the collar becoming dislodged from its hiding spot on your neck, the jingling joining in with your distressed sounds.

Another shot whooshed past you, only just missing your head. Did he miss on purpose? Either way, it frightened you enough to bolt with all the energy you had.

You did exactly what Nick wanted you to, as while you ran at full speed, you weren’t looking out for tripwires.

An almighty yowl came from you when your ankle snagged a taut line of wire, causing it to snap. Within milliseconds, a large net scooped you up into the air, leaves and bark scattering around you from where the net lay hidden.

The thick rope burned against your skin as you writhed in the entrapment, hot tears wetting your cheeks. Nick came into view, smirking as your movements caused the net to swing in the air like an animal for the slaughter.

You wailed, gripping the ropes as you looked at your alpha below. Nick did always have a way of putting you in a cage. “Let me down!”

“Now, now. That’s no way to ask, is it?” Nick crossed his arms as if chastising you like a petulant child.

You huffed, squeezing your eyes shut. This was a sick joke you wanted no part of. “This isn’t funny!”

“I’m not laughing.” Nick was deadpan, and you were about ready to chew the rope to get out if you had to.

But there was no winning with Nick. The only option you had was to give him what he wanted. “Please, let me down.”

“You can do better than that,” Nick sniped, blue azures watching you carefully with a mischievous twinkle.

“Alpha. Please, let me down from here.” You hated the way you sounded so desperate - but it’s because you were. Your stomach roiled with the way you were suspended in the air, anxiety nipping at your heart.

“Mm. What do I get in return, hm?” Nick mocked you, playfully poking you with the tip of the rifle so you swung in the air. “Maybe a really nice kiss?”

“Fine—”

“I hadn’t finished. A really nice kiss on my cock, omega. I want you drinking down all my seed until your belly is fucking full of me.”

A shudder ran through you, both of excitement and disdain. That was something he’d never asked of you, always too insatiable for your cunt. But right now, you’d do just about anything to not be suspended from a tree with a throbbing leg and hip. “Okay. Let me down, and I’ll give your cock a really nice kiss.”

“Deal.”

You hadn’t thought much about how you were going to get down, but you certainly didn’t expect Nick to pull out a hunting knife and cut the rope connector, causing you to drop to the ground ungracefully.

A yelp left you when you fell in a bundle of nets, still trapped on the ground as you’d got yourself snared.

“You really should be more careful, pup.” Nick used the same knife to cut you free. He pulled you out of the rope, sitting you down with your back to a nearby trunk so he could squat in front of you. His fingers grasped your chin as he inspected your face, grinning at you. “Glad to see there’s no damage to this pretty face.”

“You shot me,” you growled, anger clear in the way you were close to snarling at your alpha.

Nick scoffed, holding up the gun, which had a little orange tip on the barrel. It wasn’t real? “You’re being dramatic. It’s an air rifle.”

It explained the lack of injury. But it still hurt like hell. “You shot me.”

Nick smiled, a sickly grin that had you on edge. He hummed, slinging the gun over his shoulder with his jumper sleeves rolled up, tattoos on full display. “Yeah, I did. The pain is liberating, isn’t it? I bet if I dipped my fingers in your pussy right now they’d get soaked. Don’t play coy like you didn’t enjoy the hunt and the pain.”

Heat spread from your core all the way up to your cheeks. He was right. The chase had caused arousal like never before. But that didn’t mean you’d admit that to Nick. It was too vulnerable. “If the pain is so liberating, why aren’t you hurt?”

“Did you forget I can feel what you feel?” Nick pulled out his knife, twirling it between his fingers. Danger permeated from him, but not in a way that made you fearful for your safety. “Do you want me to bleed for you? Because I will. I’ll slice my own skin for you if you can prove to me that you’re not wet.”

You couldn’t prove that; your panties were drenched.

He moved closer, body encasing yours with your back to the tree trunk. Your breath hitched, unable to escape Nick’s intense aura, his eyes considering you before he got this look – one you’ve seen before – like you’d hung the stars and moon yourself. Your old alpha had looked at you the same.

Nick’s breath heated your skin as his lips ghosted over yours, his timbre low. “And you can slice my skin if you’re honest with me. Admit to me that you get off on this. You think I’m fucked up, and you’re not wrong. But you’re fucked up too, puppy. We’re fucked up together, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Nick placed the knife toward your throat, the tip resting under your chin, so you had no choice but to stare at him. “Tell me I’m wrong, and I’ll stop.”

The part of you that wanted to fight had long died. Tears trickled down your cheeks as you thought. He wasn’t wrong, not in the slightest. The chase made you feel like you actually existed. For so long, in Nick’s home, you felt like a ghost that would only sometimes become material. But here, out in the wilderness with your alpha, this felt real.

The threat of pain was freeing, and it felt nice to be able to scream into the air without caring for repercussions. In this moment, there was no penalty for being the prey in Nick’s sick game.

He was right; you were fucked up. But Nick failed to recognise that you had become that way through his creation.

Nick took your hand, placing it over his that held the handle of the blade. You could kill him or yourself with just a flick of your wrist. It was powerful to feel the handle through Nick’s warm hands. He moved the knife from your throat, allowing you to take full control of the weapon.

The handle felt homely in your grasp, a sense of security held in the sharpness of the metal. Nick held out his palm, offering himself to you. If you did this, it confirmed every word Nick said.

He was turning you into the same monster he was. This wasn’t Beauty and the Beast. It was just two beasts, two fucked up souls reaching the same point of irredeemable.

You took a deep breath, your free hand steadying Nick’s palm before you brought the blade down to his skin. You just held it there, looking up to watch the way Nick was completely calm. There was no fear, no hesitation. Perhaps, marking him like this would give your own sense of ownership to your alpha. It would make it easier to live in a world where this man was your everything.

He took so much from you. It was only fair you could take some back in return.

If you were destined to spend the rest of your life with him, then maybe you could find your own happiness in taking from him as he does you. Your eyes turned back to his pale flesh before you let the sharp blade slice across his palm. It wasn’t a deep cut and wouldn’t need stitches. But blood seeped out the cut and pooled in his hand nonetheless.

Nick brought the injured hand to your face, cupping your cheek and letting his ichor mark your skin as if you wore the battle scars of his life essence.

It felt right. This was your life now, whether you liked it or not.

Nick closed the distance between you, smashing your lips together in a passionate kiss. All your thoughts flew away like the birds making their quick escape. As Nick’s teeth sunk into your lower lip, growling against your skin with a feral sound, you realised that you didn’t want to escape.

“Always and forever, puppy.”

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overandundertarot · 1 year

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What do you have to be grateful for?

There are many things around us that can skip our notice, but add so much magic and meaning into our lives. This reading is intended to bring some of those things to light.

Please keep in mind that this is a general reading so some parts may not resonate for you.

Please pick a picture/card(1-4, going left to right)

PILE ONE:

Cards; Page of swords, Page of cups reversed, 6 of swords.

Pile one, you have to be grateful for the people in your life who force you to take action. You are supported not just physically but spiritually as well. Sometimes you resist the help and signs given to you by your spiritual guides and they want you to know that that frustrates them. They're saying that you should be grateful that they put up with you, lol 💀. There is a lot of spiritual support in your life that has actually allowed you to unkowingly live in ease. For example, if you were supposed to be in a difficult situation eg the repurcusions of your actions, they softened the blow to make it easier for you. Pile one there is someything you're being called to do, something you have to leave for. It's giving you alot of anxiety which is why you may chose to be passive and stagnant but It's for your highest good. It's time to leave the situation. So, Pile one you have to be grateful for the unconditional love and support you have from your spiritual team, and some people in your physical life as well.

PILE TWO:

Cards; 9 of wands, the star reversed, 10 of swords.

Pile two, something you have to be grateful for in your life is that it's not as bad as it looks. You've been fighting for a while and it's beginning to take it's toll on you. Thoughts of despair, hopelessness and abandonement are filling your mind. But you have to be grateful that you've made it out alive. The situation is tough and stressing you out a great deal but there is a way out. Find somehting that can give you peace of mind and use that headspace to try and think of solutions. What you have to be grateful for is that there is a solution, a path of escape for you to follow. You just have to find it.

PILE THREE:

Cards;Wheel of fortune, 9 of cups, 9 of pentacles.

Wowww, pile three can i just say that i love your energy. What you have to be grateful for is that you have worked very hard to develop yourself, you've done a lot of work and have made the necessary sacrifices. Now it's time for you to enjoy the results of your hard work. You're very aware of what you have done and how much it means to you, I get the feeling that youve intentionally placed everything in your life to be the way that it is, and you maintain it with love and care; frienships, material possesions and most importantly yourself. You have trully developed yourself; overcoming trauma, toxic habits etc and now you understand and appreciate what's in your life everyday. Pile 3 you have to be grateful that you did the hard work, and are now receiving and experiencing the wonderful results this brought into your life. If you are not yet experiencing this, this energy is coming in very soon.

PILE FOUR:

Cards;3 of pentacles, 4 of swords, 10 of swords.

Pile 4 you have recently made a comeback or are going to make a comeback of sorts. You have been resting and gathering energy, working on a project or your craft and are now ready to rejoin the world and show it what you've been doing. However, you are plagued with anxiety about this. Something you might have done in the past was ill received and that completely crushed your spirit, so you are still holding that anxiety. What you have to be grateful for are your skills. The way your craft was/is perceived doesn't take away from its inherent value or beauty. It's not a carelessly produced project/craft, but something that you put a lot of love and care into. You must still have faith and present it, im seeing that it will greatly benefit your community and improve peoples lives on an individual level.

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Thank you for participating in this pick a card reading!

These pictures are not mine, I found them on pinterest!

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bratshaws · 3 months

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through the hourglass 349. brb x oc

a/n: uwu once again tumblr cut it short. n i c e i love this (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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He checks his phone early in the morning, he left Bea in the room so she could sleep in alongside the kids. He sipped his coffee while leaning his lower back against the counter, sans shirt with his sweatpants on. “Email I’m gonna reply later,spam,spam,ohh, discount? Nice.” he chuckles as he stars it.

It was Sunday and Bea’s family asked them to join for lunch, since it was the first time in a while that all the Schiavoni kids were together. He knew they still had time, so he didn’t have to worry about that. Jolene lies by his feet, the pittie was quietly snoring while her pups were inside the twins’ and Nicole’s room, keeping him company that morning.

The last email he saw was the confirmation about his promotion. So…next week. He inhales, rereading the email over and over before he arches his brows, ‘Damn.” he whispers, the little anxiety bug crawling up inside his stomach, “Next week…my promotion is next week Jojo.” the dog huffs in reply.

Rooster sat there for a moment, contemplating the upcoming changes. The weight of the promotion settled on his shoulders,and he exhales again. Jolene, sensing his mood, nudged her head against his leg, offering a comforting presence.

"Yeah, girl," Rooster mumbled, absentmindedly stroking Jolene's fur. "Next week is gonna be a big one."

As he sipped his coffee, he allowed his thoughts to wander. The promotion seemed so far away a few days ago, he doesn’t know what happened…well, no, he knew what happened, time went by…but in reality, he was…still getting used to all this. He didn’t know why he was nervous.

The sound of footsteps approached, and Rooster looked up to see Beatrice, her hair tousled from sleep, wearing a cozy sweater and leggings. Her eyes held a warmth that made Rooster's heart skip a beat.

"Morning," she greeted,rubbing her eyes and shuffling closer to him so she could press a soft kiss on his cheek. "Hmmm…you made us coffee?”

"Morning, gorgeous," Rooster replied with a smile, pointing to the coffee maker "Yep, got the coffee brewing. Figured we could use a little morning boost. Spoil you a bit.”

Beatrice smiled, appreciating the gesture as she leans against his shoulder. " As if you don’t do it already…thank you,you–” she yawns “You're the best, Roos." She closes her eyes for a second, crossing her arms, “...I’m all sore.”

“Oh?”

“My ankle is good though, but my whole body is like,” and she flexes her hand, “Pulsating.”

Rooster chuckled, running his fingers through Beatrice's tousled hair. "Well, you did give it your all on the court yesterday. A bit of soreness is a small price to pay for the victory, don't you think?"

She grinned,painfully so "Yeah…totally worth it. But it was so much fun playing again."

Rooster nodded, "I'm glad you enjoyed it. But if the soreness gets too much, we can always arrange for a relaxing massage.”

“Roos.”

“An innocent one.”

She huffs a laugh, playfully swatting his bare chest, “Don’t tempt me….mama wants us to go there for lunch, if we do that, we might never leave. And you know how they are if we don’t show up.”

Rooster chuckled, "Well, if it involves good food and some pampering, who could resist? I'm in. Just warn them, though, I might indulge a bit too much and fall into a food coma."

She laughs softly, looking up at him with those big green eyes “You know she'll pack some leftovers for us to take home."

"Your mother’s leftovers are like treasures."

“And she loves to pamper you.”

His cheeks darkened as he smiles, “Well,” he shrugs, ‘She did give me you,so I don’t mind.”

Beatrice chuckled at his response, her eyes sparkling with affection with her cheeks turning pink. "You are too sweet,but let's try to not keep her waiting. I can practically hear my siblings complaining about how we're always late."

Rooster smirked, "Fashionably late is our trademark. Can't disappoint the fans." he says, “Also, Michael, is complaining about our lateness? Your brother?”

She laughs as she pours herself some coffee,petting Jolene on the way, “Listen, we both know Mike is…” and she makes a face trying to find the words, “Just like that. You know his brain starts waking up after ten o’clock.”

Rooster wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her closer. "Hmmm…true,” he props his chin on her shoulder. “...so my promotion ceremony is next week,”

She seemed more alert this time, stopping mixing the sugar in her mug, “Oh?”

“Yeah, got the confirmation email this morning. It's happening next week. And, umm, they want me to prepare a little speech. Nothing fancy, just a few words."

Her eyes gleamed with pride. "A speech? Oh, you'll do great. What are you thinking of saying?"

Rooster scratched the back of his head, a bashful smile playing on his lips. "Well, I…don’t know.” he answers honestly, returning his arm around her waist as she sips her coffee, “I should’ ve thought of something…”

Beatrice turned in his embrace, facing him with a small smile. "Aw baby?"

Rooster chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. It's just...I want it to be meaningful, you know? Not too formal, not too casual. Just...me."

She reached up, cupping his cheek affectionately. "Roos, whatever you say will be perfect. Just speak from the heart.” she shrugs “That's what people want to hear."

He nodded, a soft smile spreading across his face. "You always know the right things to say, don't you?"

Beatrice grinned, "Just trying to be the supportive wife you deserve."

Rooster leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss to her forehead. "Well, you're doing an excellent job at it."

She hummed happily, closing her eyes "So, any idea what you're going to wear for the ceremony?" Beatrice asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

Rooster raised an eyebrow. "Are you implying my uniform isn't stylish enough?"

She playfully swatted his chest again. "Oh, no. The uniform is perfect. I was just thinking about your 'after' look. You know, for the celebration."

Rooster frowns “....my uniform?”

“Honey.”

Beatrice gave him a patient look. "Roos, it's not that I don't appreciate the uniform, you know I love,” and she clears her throat, her body warming up, “L-Love the uniform. It's just... I thought maybe you'd want to change into something more casual and comfortable after the ceremony. You know, for the celebration with friends and family."

He tried very hard to hide his smile, “Come again?”

She shuddered, oh,him and his innuendos “What?”

“...you said something about me in uniform.” he smirks, “Care to clarify?”

Beatrice blushed, realizing the unintentional double entendre in her words. "Roos, don't get all cheeky on me. You-you know what I meant."

Rooster smirked, lowering his gaze to her lips and then slowly leaning closer. "Oh, I know exactly what you meant, gorgeous. Just trying to keep you on your toes."

"You're impossible."

"That's why you love me."

“It is one of the reasons.’ she smiles, “But,really, do what makes you feel comfortable, we still have a whole week to plan everything.” she cups his cheeks, “Okay?”

“...okay.” he smiles, “Okay,gorgeous.”

Beatrice leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Thank you, Roos. Now, let's focus on the rest of the day. Um,” she rubs her eyes, “We still have two hours before lunch at my parents and the kids are still asleep.”

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“Aaaaaah! My babies!!”

Beatrice barely had the time to say hi before her mother picked Nicole from her hold, her father standing a few feet behind as Bea and Rooster stood on the front porch. Claudia kissed Nicole’s cheeks over and over, whispering in Italian before putting the oldest Bradshaw child down and focusing her attention on the twins inside the carriers, “Oh,oh, they look so big.” she whispers, sniffling, “Oh,come on in,come on in the two of you.”

Beatrice and Rooster followed Claudia inside, stepping into the familiar warmth of the Schiavoni family home. The aroma of Italian spices wafted through the air, and both of them couldn’t help but inhale deeply

As they entered the living room, Beatrice's father, finally took the time to say something since his wife was just being all over the place. "It's good to see you both," he said, giving Rooster a firm handshake. "And who do we have here?" he added, his eyes lighting up as he looked at the carriers.

Rooster held the twins with a proud smile. "They are both wide awake.” And Aurora was the most talkative already, “They woke up seconds before we left.”

Claudia squealed in delight, "Oh, Bea, why didn't you tell us you were bringing the grandkids?!"

“Mamma,why wouldn’t I?”

Claudia sniffled again,”You know what I mean! Oh I have to prepare everything for them!”

“Mamma.”

"Leave her,tesoro,” Rafael says, “Your mom will never stop unless you let her do it.” and he picks Nicole up from the floor, the sound of voices outside getting louder, “Most of them are here. They brought the kids too.”

“Yeah?” Bea asks,following her father, “I’m glad…how are you papa?”

Rafael smiled, a warmth in his eyes. "I'm doing well, tesoro. Just enjoying the peace and quiet, you know how it is."

Beatrice nodded, her gaze flickering to the familiar surroundings of her childhood home. "Yeah, I missed this place. Did you guys paint the walls again?”

Rafael chuckled, "Michael’s idea, it was peeling off and..you know how my back is now.”

Claudia, in the meantime, was bustling around the kitchen, preparing some snacks and treats for everyone. The familiar clinking of pots and pans, the scent of delicious Italian dishes, and the sound of animated conversations filled the air.

Rooster, standing by her side, observed the lively scene with a smile. "Your family always knows how to throw a warm welcome, Bea."

She nodded, "They sure do. Mamma doesn't know the meaning of a small gathering." she says, “We’re the only ones here,right papa?”

“Hm?”

“No one else is coming,right?”

Are any of her shitty cousins coming?

Rafael blinked at her, then smiled, “Only us.” and she immediately relaxed, “Sabrina will arrive later, only Michael and Leo are here right now-” he pauses, hearing shouting from the outside, “They are playing truco.”

“Truco?” Rooster asks,not helping himself, “What’s that?”

Rafael chuckled, leading them towards the backyard where the voices grew louder. "Truco is a traditional card game we love to play. It's a bit like poker, but with a lot more shouting and gesturing."

“MOTHER FUCKER!”

Rafael gestured to Leonardo who was smugly looking at a fuming Michael, “See?” they sat across each other, while Hannah and Cynthia were busy talking amongst themselves. Nicole rushed over to Bianca and Éowyn once she noticed her cousins and Beatrice waved at her sisters’ in law.

"Truco is serious business in this family," Beatrice explained, a playful smile on her face. "It's a mix of strategy, bluffing, and a whole lot of drama."

Rooster chuckled, settling into the chair. "Sounds intense. I'm ready for the show."

“Brad should join,” Michael says, “Come on man, you can help me out.”

“I never played it.”

Michael grinned, gesturing to the empty chair next to him. "No worries, Brad. I'll teach you the ropes. It's all in good fun."

Rooster exchanged a glance with Beatrice, who nodded with an encouraging smile. "Go ahead, Roos. I’ll be right here.” she says softly, “I’ll talk to the girls a bit.”

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salmalin · 6 months

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I Wanna Talk About "Comments"

IMG ID: Yknow go figure you’d abandon this for a popular fandom… goes to show you just write for attention and instant gratification. May as well just delete this. It’s clogging up space. To do all this and walk away for mainstream games is so typical for people like you who claim to be in it for the art. You’re in it for the ratio, you’re in it for your massive ego, so just delete it.

I've been getting a few comments like this lately, and this one is honestly the least biting, but I've been seeing enough of them that I've decided to post this.

I've already deleted this "Named" Anon Comment off the fic, and I'm not going to reply to them, but I wanted to take a moment to talk about this mentality, and why comments like this make no sense.

Basically: They're angry that I'm taking a break from this fic from a small fandom—a fic they've never interacted with—while I'm also writing another story for another fandom that happens to be bigger. This bigger fandom fic has (despite being in first-person with a non-linear storytelling style, famously hated formats) gained a bit of attention. Which is fine. That happens.

So let's talk about why this comment sucks, and why it fails at every level to be any form of criticism, constructive or otherwise.

"abandon this for a popular fandom" Everyone can see that this fic is marked as incomplete. Whoever this is, they chose to click on an incomplete fic that hasn't been updated in eight months—only eight months. A drop in the bucket, really, and the time I went between chapter 5 and chapter 6 was over a year. This is on them. They do not get to put this on the writer. At any point they could have stopped. At any point, they could have closed the fic. They knew this from the get-go. They did not. This was their decision, and they're trying to blame me for their despair. They made it through 245k before they reached this point, and I know because they commented on the last chapter specifically.

"you just write for attention and instant gratification" "Instant"? I don't think this person knows how writing works. Like, on a fundamental level. This story started getting posted in 2020, with my most recent update this year (2023), and they think writing and posting something is looking for "instant gratification". Bold to assume this is "instant". (Bold to assume we have any control over it at all.)

"May as well delete this. It's clogging up space." AO3 is only limited by its server size, and my fic is a drop in the bucket. It is not taking up much in the way of space. Besides, just because something is unfinished does not mean it doesn't belong on AO3. That's why you're allowed to upload chapter by chapter. That is a critical function of the website. It's also an archive, which means it's designed to hold information, finished or unfinished. Again, shame on the reader.

"You're in it for the ratio; you're in it for your massive ego." These are not only assumptions, but if this person is really so opposed to the idea of people doing things for attention, they should ignore children when they need food, only read published novels that are obviously written in a desperate grab for money, and never go on AO3 ever again. If writers didn't want attention, they wouldn't post online for free because they'd just keep it to themselves. And if commenters didn't want attention, they wouldn't comment. (But then would we even have a fandom, if no one's talking to anyone else?) Is this the attention they wanted? Probably. I've found that people like this seem to thrive on the misery they inflict on others.

If y'all care to know why this person was so abysmally wrong in this specific context: (if not, just skip to the end of the list.)

This fic that they're complaining I left for a bigger fandom? I actually left that bigger fandom for this fic. That "bigger fandom" was the first video game I was ever obsessed with. It was 1997, and I wasn't even allowed to touch the console. My brother destroyed the final disc in a fit of rage. I've never even beaten the final boss. It has been 26 years, and for a solid 15 of them I was desperately trying to figure out what I wanted to write for the pairing that changed my life. This fic that they're complaining about me "abandoning" Fires of War for has been rolling around in my brain for longer than the media for Fires of War has even existed. In fact, when you search my username here on tumblr, an ask I sent another user laying this out is essentially the first thing you see. (At least, right now.) In fact, my current user pic is from Fires of War. I did not change it because there's no need to.

Fires of War is actually still in progress, and they would have known this if they read the other comments on the same chapter they complained on. I originally took a break from FoW due to stress, and because no matter what I tried, the next chapter just wasn't working. After a break, I realized why—the outline was broken and needed to be adjusted. Meanwhile, the other fic I'm working on to relieve that stress is much, much easier to write. In my eyes, it's much lower quality, as well. It requires fewer stages of editing. The words flow easily because they're much closer to my speaking voice. I'm not constantly researching cultures I know little about for fact checking and world building and (I shit you not) intercontinental politics. (I once researched the GDP, climate, and economy of Spain in 1986 for several hours and proceeded to have a three hour debate with my editor about a plot point. Yes. Three hours.) Oh, and I don't have to write anything in Iambic Fucking Pentameter. (Yes, that's a thing in Fires of War. They are complaining that I "abandoned" a story that has bits of dialog in god-forsaken Iambic Pentameter. Even at my peak, I wrote 8k in two weeks. But with my current "popular" fic, I can whip out 14k in one. That's how much easier it is.)

I want to turn those "ratio" stats off. I've mentioned this to people a few times, actually—I wish there was a way to turn all stats off on the Archive. They actually give me anxiety. I don't want to know how many comments are on my fic, or kudos are on a little obscure piece. I think that information should only be accessible to the writer, like Tumblr follow counts.

Literally talk to me for three seconds and you will be sick of how into the art of it I am. Holy shit, I cannot shut up. I will include required reading. I will rant about the details I put in for plotlines ten chapters out. I will give you a crash course in tone, word choice, and counting verbs. And yes, I count verbs! Holy fuck I am autistic as hell and this is my special interest. I love writing so much. It's my favorite thing in the world. Please stop my I CAN'T STOP I LOVE WRITING SO MUCH GOD IT'S THE ONLY THING THAT KEEPS ME FUCKING SANE. So you can imagine how misguided I think someone is when they say I'm not into the art of it. It just exposes them as someone who doesn't know what art is.

I'm a hermit who doesn't really go online much aside from using Discord as a free texting app because for some reason every texting app I've gotten has been broken. I legit do not like attention. I talk to like four people a day outside of work. I don't even like it when people complement me too much. Even if I went above and beyond, just one sentence is more than enough and move on, please. It's good to know my actions have had positive consequences, because that's crucial for my brain processing said consequences so I can continue said action in the future because I know I didn't do something wrong, but repeated praise makes me uncomfortable. It took me a long time to understand this about myself. This seems antithetical at first, but I do like the comments that break down the themes, execution, etc. in my fics. If they're breaking things down, moving to point to point about parts they enjoyed, there are giving me critical feedback. They tell me what thy enjoyed, and what was picked up. It's extremely useful feedback to know what they enjoyed, and what stood out to them. It helps me write better stories on the future, and hones how I get my point across. Besides, what is art that doesn't spark innovation and thought? It is forgotten.

The strongest hate is born of love—misguided though it may be—and this person has made that clear. Obviously they care about this fandom or they never would have commented like this. But if they knew more about people and less about what they want everyone to give them, maybe the spaces around them would be safer for the people in their lives—or the people they brush against online.

Comments like this often make people not want to write their fic.

Thankfully, I'm actually am in it for the art, so they might be going out of their way to make the lives of everyone around them miserable, but they haven't achieved their goal here.

However, there are a lot of writers who critically need feedback; who need this positive reinforcement. It's also why it's so important to tell writers why you enjoy their work. Even if it's something small like "I like your word choice" or "I really liked this line" or "I can't wait to find out how they resolve this"—that's feedback more valuable than we can really quantify.

"I like your word choice."—The way you pay attention to the words you use is working with the tone.

"I really like this line."—The way this line is formatted is very memorable and hits better than the others. It may be good to pay attention to it to find out why.

"I can't wait to find out how they resolve this."—You have gotten a good grade in suspense, a thing that is possible and reasonable to achieve (or however that meme goes).

I am constantly learning. I am constantly growing and changing as a person and a writer, and other people are critical to this. Sitting in a room and shouting will not make you better at making jokes, and shoving your writing in a corner never to see the light of day will never give you the tools to communicate with other people.

Sometimes I feel like people like this *points to the top of the page* don't want to learn that lesson, because of the painful reckoning with their actions it will entail.

If this is you, or you have done something similar, I recommend going through, finding your old comments, and deleting them yourself, or even apologizing if you can. Clean up your own mess, so people like me don't have to do it for you. This is a public space. Act like it.

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certified-ni-ki-lover · 7 months

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Chapter 3: Escape Plan

TXT Yeonjun Series

Series Masterlist

Summary: You never thought of yourself as special. To you your looks were average, academics were average, and you were pretty much an average, ordinary girl. But who would have thought you would have someone obsessed with you?

Word count: 780

TW: Mentions of yandere behavior, swear words

Disclaimer: This is all purely for entertainment purposes. I don't promote or support any Yandere behaviors

MASTERLIST

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You looked at him suspiciously. “& why should I trust you?” you asked. No matter how badly you wanted to escape this hellhole, you weren’t going to trust anyone so easily. That’s what got you stuck in this situation in the first place. “Then don’t. It’s not like you have another option” the man said. He was right, none of the other workers would dare to even look in your direction or talk to you, let alone help you escape. So, you decided to trust him since you had no other option. “Fine,” you said sighing. You weren’t going to trust him completely though, it was too soon for that, so you kept your guard up around him.

Speaking about him, you were curious to know about him. For starters his name, & then how he knew or met Yeonjun & why Yeonjun had decided to hire him to watch over you out of the blue. He seemed to read your mind because he gave you all the answers without you asking him. “Taehyun,” he said. It took you a minute to realize that was his name. “I’m Y/N,” you replied, “I know who you are,” you looked at him confused. “I go to your school. I’ve seen you around,” he said. You had never seen him around before, so you figured he just kept to himself most of the time. “How did you start working for Yeonjun,” “That’s none of your business” he replied coldly. “Ok then,” you said trying to change the subject, “So is there a reason you're helping me? Like is this some sort of trap or something?” you asked. “No, I just feel sorry for you,” he said. “Wow ok, so what’s your plan?” you asked. “I assumed you already had one,” he said with a black face. You sighed & just told him your plan & what was holding it back. “That’s fine, I have a better plan,” he said. “Then why didn’t you say so earlier??” you asked slightly raising your voice at him, “I just wanted to hear what you already had in mind, but since it’s going to be a total failure, we won’t be trying that,” he said. Wow, rude much.

***TIME SKIP***

You were laying on your bed wide awake; it was around 2 AM. Taehyun was probably fast asleep in his room by now. But you were still awake thinking about your escape plan. You decided to go with Taehyun’s plan. You had to admit his plan was better & much easier. He informed you that Yeonjun had allowed him to take you out for only one day, he informed strictly, before that day you both would pack some essentials, not too much though & Taehyun would place them in the car before morning, so the guards don’t suspect anything when they see you leaving with a bag. Then from there, you’ll have to go to a mall since Yeonjun had placed a tracking device in the car & if he sees that you are heading somewhere else you know he will send people after you. So you would abandon the car in the mall parking lot & now you had to get rid of your phones since he would track that later to find you. But to keep Yeonjun occupied after he finds out you ran away you were going to use them as a distraction. You & Taehyun would take a taxi to Busan. You’ll take a random subway to some town & place Taehyun’s phone in some alley. Next, you’ll go to Jeonju & leave your phone in some alley.

After you get rid of everything that he could use to find you. You both will travel to Mokpo & stay there till Taehyun can get all your new documents, new passport, new names, everything, so you can leave the country & go somewhere else to make sure neither of you ever meet Yeonjun ever again.

You wondered how he thought of such a detailed plan so quickly & why he was even helping you. From what you heard from a few servants around he was getting paid a huge amount just to keep you here. & The amount you heard so sure a lot, it could pay your rent for almost two years. You also wondered how he knew Yeonjun & started working for him. No matter how many times you asked him, he never told you.

But right now, that wasn’t your problem. You had to get some sleep for tomorrow. Tomorrow was the day. If everything went perfectly according to Taehyun’s plan, it would be your last night in this hell hole….

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squishyneet · 15 days

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♥*♡ SUNLIT DAYS ∞:｡ itachi uchiha *. * ·

tw: heavy school-related trauma, emotional abuse/neglect, mentions of chronic illness

Itachi is twelve years old. It's midnight and he scrambles to finish handwriting his essay for history class. He reads it over one last time before tucking it away in his backpack to bring to school tomorrow. He sleeps peacefully knowing it's been taken care of.

"Itachi! Get in here!"

Itachi's heart skips a beat and he nearly stumbles as he walks into the kitchen after coming home from school.

"Yes, father?" he whispers, head low and trying to avoid eye contact.

"What's this about you not turning in an essay!?"

"I turned it in, father."

"Was it late?"

"I had written it and forgot to turn it in." That was the same lie he told the teacher when he handed it to her.

Fugaku sighs loudly. "Don't forget again." is all he says before leaving the kitchen.

"Yes, sir." Itachi mumbles, more to himself than anyone else.

Itachi is fifteen years old and is sitting at his desk expectantly, attempting to calm his breathing and focus on the assignments in front of him.

"Itachi!" Mikoto barged into her son's room. "Explain to me why I got an email from your teacher saying you have 40 missing assignments!?"

Itachi turns to face his mother in his seat and remains silent.

"How the hell did this happen, huh!?"

Itachi still says nothing.

Mikoto breathes heavily and runs a hand through her hair. "You are going to sit there and do every single one of them. This door is going to stay open, and you are not going to sleep until it's done!"

"Yes, ma'am . . ." Itachi mutters, angry but obedient.

Itachi is sixteen years old and he is sitting in his father's office, looking back and forth between the window and his handwritten notes for history. He's not allowed to work anywhere else for the time being. He's got the same song on repeat in his headphones but presses pause when he sees Sasuke walk by.

"Nii-san, what are you up to?"

Itachi looks up and pulls down his headphones. "Working, Sasuke."

"Do you wanna go get something to eat?" Sasuke asks excitedly.

"I don't have time, Sasuke."

"You used to have time . . . hngh." Sasuke leaves the office, feeling dejected.

Itachi is seventeen years old and he's got graph papers sprawled out on his bedroom floor as he attempts to design a house as fast as he can.

"Itachi."

"What, Shisui? I'm busy."

Shisui leans in the doorway trying to come off as approachable as possible. "I hear you've been having a hard time in school."

" . . . You're a little too late, Shisui." Itachi remarks, still staring at his paper.

"Itachi, just tell me what happened," Shisui pleads breathily.

"You know what happened, I don't do my homework."

"I mean, what did they say to you?"

"It doesn't matt-"

"It matters to me!"

Itachi sighs and releases the papers in his hand. His lip starts to quiver and his brow furrows as he stays silent.

Shisui swiftly joins him on the floor, embracing him in a hug. "Let me help you, okay?"

A single tear falls while Itachi relaxes into Shisui's body.

Itachi is nineteen years old and he's got himself mostly under control while he's in college.

He tries to avoid speaking with his parents and being home as much as possible, electing to spend time with Shisui and Obito instead. He's got more free time nowadays.

"How's it going, 'Tachi?" Obito nagged. "School treating you good?"

Ever since he got a new job, he's been acting like a third parent, not to Itachi's disliking.

"Yeah, school's fine," Itachi responded, gazing up at the sunlit clouds hovering above where they were waiting for their food to arrive.

"You feeling okay?"

"I haven't been feeling too well, actually," Itachi said, squinting at Obito. "I've been having some weird pains all over my body and I can't sleep. I feel tired and I can't focus during the day, too."

"You should go to the doctor. Maybe it's just a vitamin deficiency or something," Obito reassured him.

"Maybe, but I don't think I would have a deficiency."

"I know we have some relatives that have symptoms like those. Hope you're not getting sick."

"Yeah, me too."

#please tell me the ending makes sense to yall #itachi uchiha #shisui uchiha #obito uchiha #fugaku uchiha #mikoto uchiha #uchiha clan #itachi uchiha fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #naruto #naruto shippuden #anime #manga #sunlit days #let me know if i should explain the ending

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asta-rology · 1 year

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♡ —. Clown on a day out ◠◡ march 7th x reader ◡◠

w/c –· 1.2k+

a/n –· fluff, platonic or romantic depends on u, Dan heng cock block eww

"March, are you sure we should do this-? Are we even allowed to do this..?"

"Relax! It's no biggie, they won't even notice us gone!"

"Are you sure? This mission is important, we can't just skip our job!"

You and March were an odd pair,, perhaps because of the contrasts in your personalities, the both of you squabble like this for hours!.. Perhaps I was exaggerating on the hours part- but you guys won't stop!

Squabbling is a normal thing for the both of you- of course, you love her dearly, but you have to stop her from doing more and more reckless things!

There are many instances on why you both argue about small things— from who cooks to who should strategize the plan for the next mission.

But this time was slightly different from the other times— she wanted to go on a date with you! Just during a mission to save humanity that you have to do or else mankind will be long gone by tomorrow, but hey, it's not that bad being ashes. ☺

"Come on~! You're starting to sound like Danheng!"

"Is that a bad thing—"

"Come on, let's go!"

She takes ahold of your hand, and leads you outside of the Goethe Hotel while she leads to wherever you both go.

You haven't even agreed to this plan, you just wanted to peacefully drink your afternoon tea without some reckless girl trying to ruin your little tea sesh.

Just as soon as the both of you left, she was quick to grab your hand tighter and venture forward— but did she know where the both of you should go first? No clue! Did she even know any spots in Belobog..? Probably not..! But yet she lead the way, without any idea of what to do!

As you both ran through the crowds, March kept chatting to you about whatever really— from the statue right there, to the new flower shop that opened up! Flower shops are her favorite type of shops, she just loves flowers, and all pretty things, and.. Oh! We're at our destination.

You both arrived to the central plaza— the both of you stood before the Everwinter Monument, or what the locals say: one of the most pleasant areas in Belobog.

"[Name]! Stay still, let me take a picture of you right here."

She said as she positioned you, moving further and further away and grabbing her camera-

"The lighting's perfect..! Let me just.."

You heard a click- she snapped a few quick photos of you,

"You look amazing!" She exclaimed, "now, are you still up for a few more photos? If so~ come take a selfie with me!"

She ran up to you, camera on hand- raising her camera up, and... Snap! She took another picture of you, just including her this time.

"Awee! We're so pretty, don't you think?"

"So is this statue- it's so perfectly built.."

"Good thing the lighting was right on spot! It's just perfect..!"

She said cheerily, while she returns the camera and excitedly chats with you, hand in hand.

Eventually, after a few hours strolling through the streets of the plaza, you both ran across a flower shop—

"[name]! Look at that flower shop! It's not closed yet, so let's hurry!"

She gripped your hand and ran towards the flower shop in an eccentric manner, I suppose she really loves flowers..

The wooden sign right outside the flower shop, surrounded by flowers, read; 'eversummer florist'- the shops' name.

March slowed down and stopped.

Right before the both of you stood the door to the flower shop. March excitedly looked around, and admired the flowers for a moment, before taking her camera and snatching multiple photos of the flowers.

And finally— you both entered.

You we're both immediately surrounded with all types of greenery, along with warm lights, and warm tones, a warmth throbs in your chest. This flower shop feels so homey.

"[name], don't you think these flowers are so pretty?"

"They are.. This one reminds me of you..!"

You crouched down to reach for two flowers— one was a peony of which it's petals were the exact color of March's hair, a tone of pink that has darker ends— and as for the other, one that reminded you of her eyes. A rose with a rare color- pink with a blue-cyan end,, you wonder if these were dyed to make the colors look like that.

"Oh.. You're right! These are the exact colors of my hair- and my eyes too!"

She bent down to reach you— oh!

"[Name], look! This flower looks like your hair!"

She reached out to hold it gently, it was a [color] pansy- not exactly a rare color, though it's gorgeous.

"I see you both have great taste, would you like to buy them?"

The shop-keeper went up to you,

"Yes please! How much boss-lady?"

March proclaimed, grabbing her purse-

"Wait, let me pay for it."

You whispered to March- and honestly thank god that you did, she's broke.

"Thank you!"

March whispered back,

"That would be 130 credits."

You got your wallet and paid- with a small tip of course.

"Thank you, come again!"

As the shop keeper shouted that out, you were both checking the time only to see that it was 6:49 already!

You both rushed outside- while you both still have time to neglect your duties, you'll be sure to get a scolding from Dan heng.

"[Name], we still have time, don't worry!" March grabbed your hands and looked into your eyes, "we still have time to do something that I actually planned to do with you!"

"And what is that?"

"Come with me!"

She lead you up the stairs beside the flower shop,

You both kept going up, until your legs were tired.

"We're here."

You caught your breath, and looked up at the sky, as March was doing.

You were met with a milky way, and all kinds of different constellations in the sky. The stars above glimmered brightly at you, shining light to whoever lays under them.

You turn towards March, she's looking up at them in wonder, as if she was a child looking up at the window of a candy store.

Her eyes glowed brightly, as if they were the night sky itself. Her eyes sparkled like the stars, and it was like she trapped them inside. Her magenta eyes were darker, making it seem more of a dark purple- resembling the milky way galaxy, with its red, blue, and white stars, along with its planets.

It felt as if you were both truly at peace for now. It's just—

"March, [Name], what are you both doing?!"

You hear a masculine voice call out, turning around only to see Dan heng.

"March, you can't just drag [name] out and neglect your missions!"

"I know.. I'm sorry."

She says with a pouty face, head hung in shame.

"Lets just go back to Goethe hotel, get some rest you two."

He walks away, March following right behind him.

You look back at the sky for only a minute, and then ran back to your group.

Perhaps you both could do this another time.

March would write abt this in her diary,you say otherwise you're wrong stfu

#hsr x reader #march 7th x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x you #march 7th x you #march 7th #hsr march 7th #hsr march 7th x reader #hsr March 7th x you #I'm tired and done with life #dan heng

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sukunasun · 1 year

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i haven't stopped thinking about drug dealer choso he's plaguing my brain everything you say about him is so true. if you're up for it could we get some more thoughts about him? if not, no worries 💗 your writing's amazing and i've read through your masterlist so many times, ufc sukuna is the one i seem to come back to all the time

you admit you've always been on the outskirts. the audience looking at actors play out a scene that you were never a part of, these were the ones 'living' life and you were just observing it. never given a second thought, skipped over, tossed to the side. why did you even dress up for this lame party when not a single guy glanced your way, talked to you, or even noticed you. could have just studied and finished your homework with those precious hours given away.

maybe you should feel lucky, you were never cheated on, nor had sex with someone and regretted it...theres a luxury of privacy and being on your own. the freedom that comes when there's no one to answer to, no one to be responsible for, no one who could break your heart...

despite knowing you should just keep your opinion to yourself, you can't help but say it, "you know those things will kill you," you say matter of factly, in that know it all tone you've become so accustomed to using around him. or rather people like him. it's no secret choso's got one thing on his mind, making deals and running a business, maybe beating up a few individuals in between. with money to make and a family to feed, he's a grown adult allowed to do whatever he wants to his body, what's with this sudden possessiveness, this need to intervene.

you don't try to fantasize about the possibility of more, he's not someone worth getting involved with. dates in hidden spots and having to sneak around like this, choso having to watch his back at every turn, only calling or texting when he's got that tiny bit of free time in his packed schedule, on the run from everyone and everything.

he probably doesn't even hear you over the music, and will probably ignore you the way everyone else does. but choso turns to you then, just in time to exhale a slither of smoke from his lips, "it's just weed," he replies, raising an eyebrow at you in lieu of a challenge. and surprisingly, you persist.

"whatever, i wouldnt know, ive never touched weed. ever." and you're so proud of it too, there was no time or energy to get involved with such things. you were always so good, so reserved.

"would you like a hit?" he asks, smoke lingering around him. "c'mere, just once, it won't hurt a bit.." he doesn't wait for your response, pulling you into his lap with practiced ease instead, a tug on your legs and you're fitted against his hips like you belong there. loves the little surprised squeal that leaves your lips and the way your shorts ride up and stretch snugly around your ass, your hips, but choso glimpses at the knee socks fondly, they're the best part.

he reaches out for the rolled blunt before inhaling, eyeing your nervous expression all the while. your chest rising and falling with pupils blown wide as you take him in. he looks so sinful like this, bet he tastes like it too, with his half-lidded eyes and mussed-up hair. that scar across his face calling out for your fingers, for your gentle touch. “comfy?” he asks, and god, his voice is so deliciously low your thighs start clenching, a throbbing at your core making itself known when pressed so close to him. heartbeat so loud he can feel it thumping, oh you want him so bad, you want him and you'd do anything he’d ask. you know he feels it, a man like him must have had plenty of women in your position, a slight jab to the chest when wondering if you're just another one in a long line of escapades. how many more were lured by his offer.

"i don't even know how you do that," you chew on your lip, feeling like a loser that never did anything remotely exciting, all the experiences you've missed out on.

"i'll show you," choso brings the blunt up to his lips, taking a hit while keeping the smoke in. you shiver when he comes closer, lips hovering over yours, and then he kisses you. with a fragility, a tenderness, who knew choso was capable of such. at the first touch, he gently pries your lower lip open with his thumb, his tongue grazing and licking for a taste. slowly then, a puff of smoke flows into your mouth, your breaths sucking it down your throat and it burns a little, warm and green, definitely too strong for your liking, but he kisses you through it. white drifting from where you meet, pulling and swirling all around along with your gentle whines, keening, and pleading for more.

your lips fit so well together you think and hope he’s enjoying it as much, he’s your teacher after all, your only teacher, from this first kiss to every other chaste peck and languid drag thereafter.

“fuck..." you whisper when he pulls away, lips swollen and a line of spit bridging the space in between. choso chases for one more kiss, one more taste, even after you've parted. the music continues to play through the speakers and the lights stay dimmed, his apartment's small, and a little messy, but he's been occupied with thinking about you, wanting to get close, with no time for moving boxes and vacuuming.

but you wouldn't want to be anywhere else, it is this exact paradise of old worn out couches and a window overlooking the city, a stage for your belated coming-of-age rituals, smoking for the first time and it hadn't been bad or harmful, you weren't coughing up smoke and sputtering over the detriment of your health. only tasting just what makes him so addictive, so much so you wonder why you're still not up and running far, far away from this man.

"that was...nice..." you say, breathless, you can hear your teenage self gasping internally, appalled but so tempted and driven mad with excitement, with thrill. a younger you would be eating out of his hand in a second.

it was sexy and hot and so fucking exhilarating, what else would he make you do, how many more things could he show you, and if only the rest of tokyo could do anything about it, bearing witness to this tricky, undefined balancing act, watching just how eager, how willing you are to give in, to take the risk, to the ease with which he calls to you and you limp into his arms like lamb unknowingly being carried to a slaughterhouse.

he doesn't say anything then, speechless, mind empty except for thoughts of you, “wanna do it again?” he heaves, and you nod—eyes wide and lustful, longing. biting a moan back at his touch when he finally grabs at your bottom, rough hands against smooth, plump skin, your hair tied up, t-shirt bunching around your chest when he can't help himself, burrowing his nose there and sniffing in lungfuls of your scent like some wild animal, like he's been starved of it, feeling the cool press of the necklace he gave you, sitting nestled in your cleavage. you're so fucking pretty like this he thinks, and who is he in comparison, a terrible influence, tainting you with weed one day and the rest of his fucked up ways the next, kissing you like his life depends on it because it does, who is he to make you fall, he has no other choice, he needs it, he needs your lips more than you'd ever need a brute like him, would you ever forgive him— “yes, always yes,” you reply, you beg, all until the joint's at its end and then some.

#happy belated valentines day!#and thank you so much for liking mma sukuna!!#miss choso so much i should start writing him more #ask #anon #sunpiece #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fic #choso #choso x reader #choso hcs #drug dealer choso

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harlowhockeystick · 2 years

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Actually, the more I think about it, the more I like her having absolutely no idea what's going on. He thinks it's ADORABLE when she asks him what's going on with the bleached part of his beard

-💍

a/n: hi. i love this idea. see the og post about this concept here. 18+ under the cut (MINORS DNI).

blurb tags: @hugheshugs @lorrmorr @cartahhart79 @hockeyunits @nolannpatrickk @nylwnder

"Ay, Fred, got a little grey spot there eh?" Vincent pointed out in the locker room as he got dressed with his pads on. Freddie chuckled, slipping his head through the upper shoulder pads and looking over at his teammate. "Good to know i'm not the only one!" Brett added too from a couple seats down in the locker room.

"But it's just that lil spot on the chin, see?" Vincent once again pointed out, this time making Fred's cheeks turn slightly red. Fred laced up his skates after pulling his shorts and hockey socks on.

"Hey, why am I being singled out? Brady's been grey since before I even got here." Fred fired back right before slipping the home black jersey over his head, glancing over at Brady who had his hands up in defense and a grin on his face.

"Yeah yeah...whatever, just think it's a little...suspicious that you're only grey...there." Vincent tried to poke and prod a little more, but Fred rolled his eyes and went ahead of his team out towards the ice to start warm ups.

Under the goalie mask, though, he was wearing a horrible and sinful grin. He's taken good notice of the grey-almost-white patches throughout his beard on his upper lip and chin. And he knows exactly where it came from, he remembers high school A&P class. The important parts, at least.

The canes won a thriller of a game. You were on the edge of your seat the entire time, anxiously watching the little rubber puck slide along the ice from stick to stick. You kept a careful eye on Fred too. Watching, studying, trying to figure out how in the world he is able to play such a high paced game and remain calm.

When he was named second star you cheered as loud as you could, a proud smile on your face. After Sebastian was named first star and did his interview, you chatted with some friends that you were sitting with. You were pulled away from the conversation when you received a text from Fred, reading: Meet me outside the locker room. Skipping the media, have other things on my mind.

Excusing yourself from your friends you make your way down to the locker room, showing security your pass that allowed you to be in that area. It was only about ten minutes later until Freddie walked out of the locker room, wearing just his pant suit and dress shirt along with a pair of tennis shoes he always keeps in his locker.

He was still a little sweaty, but he always saved the shower for home. Nothing beats a shower in your own home. "Did good, Freddie." You greeted him with a smile and a brief kiss on the lips, taking his hand in yours. He gave you a smile in thanks, and was about to speak when Vincent came out of the locker room and giggled like a middle school boy.

"Oh, good job Vincent!" You congratulated, to which Fred reluctantly frowned just a little bit. Vincent smiled, grabbing a towel and running it over his sweaty wet hair.

"Thank you, enjoy your night Mrs. Andersen," you gave him a smile, but Fred just gave him a cold look in return. It didn't sit right with him, the way he said his words in that particular tone. But granted, Freddie didn't like when anyone talked to you- his woman.

He was extremely protective with you. In any setting, he wanted to protect you and make you feel safe. In the arena, he always wanted to know where you sat so he could keep an eye on you when he got the chance. He never let you stray more than arms length from him, in stores, on walks, Fred wanted to make sure that he would be there to protect you if needed. He didn't want you to get hurt, or too far from him.

You would often joke at him that he was like your bodyguard, always following you and keeping a heavy eye on you wherever you went. But he wasn't offended, he actually took great pride in it. He would only respond with: you're worth protecting.

"Freddie, how long has that little white-ish grey patch been there? Above your lip?" You asked him, looking at him through the mirror as you took your makeup off, watching as he undressed so he could take a shower. "I only noticed it today, has it been there long?"

He chuckled in response, walking closer to you in the bathroom while he unbuttoned and slid down his dress pants and carefully laid them down on the side of the bath tub. "You really don't know?" he stepped over to stand beside you, leaning against the bathroom counter he looked down at you, cocking his head to the side and smirking at you.

"Am I supposed to know?" Fred giggled again, this time making you feel slightly insecure. "C'mon Fred why are you laughing at me?"

"I'm not! You really...don't know?"

"No, I mean, you're not that old are you?" You both shared a light laugh together and then you turned around to finish your night routine, but Fred stopped you by putting his hand on your shoulder.

"Y/N, i'm serious. You actually don't know?" Your silence was an answer to him, he looking down and breathed out a laugh, "can't believe I know more about your body than you do." He mumbled.

Fred reached for his phone on the bathroom counter, pulling up his phone you patted your face dry and waited for him to explain to you where he was going with this. "Here, read this." He handed you his phone and you read an article titled: does your vagina bleach underwear? You read on, finding out that if you have a healthy pH balance, your discharge can in fact, bleach the dye of your underwear.

"So...You're telling me that...I did that?" your bashful tone had him on the edge of his seat. Leaning forward, you took his chin in between your index finger and thumb, brushing over the lighter colored hairs on his face.

"Yes indeed, you greyed me early dear." Freddie gave you a kiss on the lips but frowned when you didn't kiss him back. "You don't feel bad about it, do you?"

"Well, kinda. I mean i heard some of the guys teasing you about it and I-"

"Oh come on, that's just locker room talk. Honestly babe, I love it. Cause i got it from doing my favorite thing in the world: devouring you whole." Freddie's hand started to travel down your side, his right hand coming to your side to rest on your hip. He bunches the fabric of your sleep shorts up and he toys with the hem of your underwear. "And I even get to taste a little bit the morning after, too. That's my favorite part."

Now his hand was dangerously close to cupping your sex. His eyes were searching into yours, not allowing you to break contact. "I can feel how hot your pussy is baby, and I'm not even touching you. I just know you're soaking wet dear, if I pull your panties down am I gonna be right?" You nodded your head in response to his question, suddenly unable to speak as you feel your thighs tingle just slightly.

He pushes you up onto the bathroom counter after pulling your shorts and your underwear down your legs. He groaned, his assumptions were correct. Fred laid you down on the counter sideways, the right side of your body pressed against the mirror. He pushed you further up the counter and hooked your right leg over his shoulder right before pressing a lingering kiss over your folds.

"I'm gonna eat you...every fucking day....til my whole beard is grey." Freddie said in between licks over your hot cunt. He slid his hand underneath your slik pajama shirt to cup your breast, his fingers taking your nipple in between his finger and thumb.

His tongue traced you over, taking in every single drop you gave him. Freddie ate you like a starved man, his tongue lapping up at your hole to take in every drop of honey that was spilling out. The tip of his tongue was circling your entrance, daring to dart inside.

You started to let out light whimpers and moans, chanting his name over and over and arching your back. He was getting the reaction he wanted from you, one that was desperate. Fred always wanted that from you, he always wanted you to be at his complete mercy when it came down to it. He wanted you to be his and only his, it's all he thought about day and night.

"Freddie please...please please please ohmy-" his thick lips wrapped around your clit and began to suck. He felt your thighs squeeze around his head tightly to keep him place. As if he'd ever leave.

You climaxed at the perfect time. He pulled away and watched as you climbed down from your high, watched your thighs shake and your body gather itself. He watched your chest heave up and down as you felt shocks go through your chest and around through your veins, pumping full of the most perfect king of ecstasy.

"I mean it, dear, i'll keep eating this pussy til i'm grey all over. Nothing in this world can stop me from that."

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Kicho's Main Story Chapter 4 Part 2

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My heart thumped as memories that hadn’t faded yet came flooding back to me.

The emotion was so simple, but it certainly moved me.

Mai: “I was happy because it was something I made.”

Mai: “When I realized I could make someone happy, I felt like I had some meaning.”

(I see. So that’s what it was.)

Mai: “I’ve always wanted to be someone.”

(To feel like I could be there.)

Kicho: “To be someone?”

Mai: “Yes. So no matter where I am, I always end up struggling.”

I spoke these words in self-mockery, but for some reason, Kicho nodded and accepted my words.

Kicho: “People are all like that. But that doesn’t make them evil.”

Kicho: “As long as you live in this world, the opinions and beliefs of others will make who you are.”

Kicho: “That’s why everyone has unanswered questions.”

Mai: “Everyone?”

Kicho: “Still, don’t forget. Wherever you are, whatever you do, you are you.”

Kicho: “As long as you have your will to live, this truth will never change.”

Kicho: “You are not just someone. You’re Mai.”

Kicho: “Wherever you are, whatever you do, just live as you.”

Mai: “............”

“Mai”

The name he said was already familiar to me, but it almost made my feelings a jumbled mess.

Undeniably, it was a sign of my existence that I have continued to live up to this day.

(I wonder if I have to go back from the start.)

(As long as I want to live, am I allowed to stay here as I am?)

Shaking with confusion, I stared at his hazel-green eyes looking at me.

He didn't turn away. His eyes only sparkled gently.

Mai: "You're right. I'm me."

Kicho: "Yeah. Even if you run through different times."

Kicho: "You said your dreams got cut off, yet here you are. You didn't give up."

Mai: "Yes, there is no way I would give up."

Mai: "As I said before, I think I'm the type of person who always struggles."

Kicho: "I see."

(Oh, he smiled.)

All my attention was drawn to his eyes, perhaps because I always see him expressionless.

His smile, different from the one I had seen before, was even more gentle, making my heart skip a beat.

(Maybe it's because I saw something unusual or because he smiled at me, and that's why I'm happy?)

Kicho: "Why are you suddenly smiling?"

Mai: "Huh? I'm smiling too?"

Mai: "Sorry. I'm just happy you smiled."

Kicho: "............."

Kicho: "I'm alive, so I also smile. That one was involuntary."

(It's a little disappointing that he's back to his usual self, but一)

Mai: "Thank you. I feel better now."

Kicho: "It was no big deal."

Mai: "It was. At least, for me."

(I never thought he would say that to me, but I'm happy.)

My chest tightened painfully as if scolding me for receiving his words honestly.

(The more I get to know this guy, the more indecisive I become.)

------------Flashback------------

Mai: "Um, can I still stay here?"

Kicho: "Well, you have nowhere else to go."

Mai: "Yes."

Kicho: "Then you can stay. But believing that you're from the future is different from trusting you."

Kicho: "I only have one condition."

Kicho: "Is something bothering you?"

Mai: "Huh?"

Kicho: "No, of course, there is. The norm here is different from the one you're used to."

Kicho: "For example, you could talk to me like this, but you couldn't read the letters of this period."

Kicho: "Compared to what it was in the future, it's totally different."

Mai: "Yeah. I can't read it."

Kicho: "If you want, I can teach you."

Kicho: “Mai!”

Mai: “Kicho!?”

Kicho: "Don't give up. Keep going and put your strength into it."

---------Flashback Ends---------

I thought if I got to know him, I could put the missing pieces together.

But now, this thought was slowly taking shape and confusing me.

I was afraid to find out what I wanted to know more about.

(What should I do now?)

(Even if I’m his secretary, nothing has changed in our relationship.)

(He’s still my enemy, and I’m a spy.)

(There’s no way I could ever betray someone.)

(But betray who?)

Kicho: “Mai.”

Mai: “Y-Yes?”

Kicho: “You must be tired. Get some rest tonight.”

Kicho: “The rain should stop in the morning, so hopefully, we’ll be able to leave soon.”

Mai: "Okay. Then good night."

I bid him goodnight, trying not to show my confusion, and then crawled under the futon placed at the end of the room and turned my back as I closed my eyes.

(He believed me when I told him I came from the future, and he saved me several times, but I've been betraying him ever since we've been in this relationship.)

I gripped my sleeve with my fingertips, feeling the pain of the pressure, but then一

Kicho's voice: "Mai."

Mai: “----!”

When I heard his gentle voice calling me, I had no choice but to turn around.

Mai: "Um, what is it?"

Kicho: "I know it’s difficult for you not to be cautious of me, but don’t worry, I won’t lay a hand on you just because we’re sharing a room."

(I guess I gave him the wrong impression.)

Mai: "No, I wasn't being cautious. I'm sorry I made you feel uncomfortable."

Mai: "Although it's true that I've been thinking about you."

Kicho: "Ha?"

He raised an eyebrow and sighed.

Kicho: "What are you suddenly saying?"

Mai: "Um, I don't mean it in a weird way!"

Kicho: "I know, but that comment is uncalled for."

Kicho: "Never say that to anybody other than me."

Kicho: "Others might take it the wrong way."

Mai: “Okay. Hm?”

Kicho: “What’s wrong?”

Mai: “N-Nothing.”

Kicho: “You’re all over the place.”

Mai: “Hahaha… I guess.”

(The way he just said it means it’s okay to say it in front of him.)

(Nope, I’m sure he’s just being reasonable. I get what he’s trying to say.)

I laid down on the futon again, my head spinning as I tried to come up with a crazy explanation.

(Let’s not think about it, or I might not make it tonight.)

Mai: “I’ll sleep now. Good night.”

Kicho: “Yeah. Good night.”

Feeling the gentleness of Kicho’s voice echoing in the darkness, I slowly closed my eyes.

Before I knew it, my dark thoughts quickly faded into the corner of my consciousness, replaced by sleepiness.

Hideyoshi: “Here’s the information we’ve received from around the region. For more details, please refer to this report.”

Nobunaga: “Oh? Was he responsible for the recent incident as well?”

Hideyoshi: “Probably. However, we haven’t received any news from Mitsuhide.”

Hideyoshi: “Just what on earth is that guy doing in Sakai?”

Vassal’s voice: “Lord Nobunaga, Lord Hideyoshi, excuse me!”

Vassal’s voice: “Just now, someone received a letter from Lord Mitsuhide.”

Hideyoshi: “-----!”

Nobunaga: “I see. Bring him in.”

Vassal’s voice: “Yes, sir.”

After a short reply, the door opened, following the sound of light footsteps.

Mitsuhide’s vassal: “Excuse me. Here you go, Lord Nobunaga.”

Nobunaga: “Yeah.”

Nobunaga received the letter, unfolded it, and read it.

Nobunaga: “I see. Mai, huh?”

Hideyoshi: “Is something wrong with her!?”

Nobunaga: “She successfully infiltrated as a spy, but after that, Mitsuhide lost contact with her.”

Hideyoshi: “Mai.”

Hideyoshi: “Lord Nobunaga, Kicho is a very careful and clever man.”

Hideyoshi: “I think leaving it to an inexperienced person alone was too risky.”

Hideyoshi: “Maybe we should send a few of our best men over there.”

Nobunaga: “No.”

Hideyoshi: “But...”

Nobunaga: “..............”

Hideyoshi: “No, my apologies. It is as you are trying to say.”

Hideyoshi: “You sent Mai there not only because Kicho raised his hand against you.”

Hideyoshi: “Also, if she needs help, I’m sure Mitsuhide will contact us as soon as possible.”

Hideyoshi: “So what’s the situation一”

Instead of replying, Nobunaga held out a letter to Hideyoshi.

Hideyoshi immediately took it and looked down at the written report.

Hideyoshi: “I see. Mai is...”

Nobunaga: “To sneak into the inner circle of a man who is so hostile to other people一she really is an intriguing woman.”

Nobunaga: “However, we don’t have enough time to wait for her report.”

Hideyoshi: “Yes. The reports we have are consistent with what’s coming in from all over the region.”

Hideyoshi: “Lord Nobunaga, what should we do?”

Nobunaga: “Tell everyone as soon as possible. Our next plan is一”

At the same time, at Kasugayama Castle.

Kenshin: “I’m bored.”

Kenshin dropped the report in his hand onto the tatami mats as he said this.

Kenshin: “It makes no sense to wage war now on Nobunaga.”

Shingen: “Are these guys currently separated by the rebellions happening all over the country?”

Kenshin: “Yeah, there’s just a lot of unnecessary interruptions.”

Kenshin: “I’d rather fight someone who can go all out.”

Shingen: “There was another skirmish on the outskirts of Echigo the other day.”

Shingen: “According to Yuki, they have several weapons that don’t match their fighting strength. He also said that most of them are imported abroad.”

Shingen: “It looks like they’re not only targeting the Oda army.”

Yoshimoto: “Kicho is really troublesome, huh?”

Kanetsugu: “Yeah, he used to be in the Oda army.”

Kanetsugu: “Lord Shingen. I think Kicho probably sent those weapons to them.”

Shingen: “Yeah.”

Shingen: "If his goal is not to defy Nobunaga, then what the hell is it?"

Shingen: "All of Japan right now is in chaos. If this continues, everything will eventually get caught in a sea of fire."

Yoshimoto: "That's bad news."

Kanetsugu: "............."

???: "Excuse me, Lord Kenshin."

Kenshin: "It's you. Come in."

Sasuke: "Sorry to keep you waiting."

Sasuke: "I've compiled additional reports from the nokizaru regarding the rebellions.”

Sasuke: "Also..."

Yukimura: "Lord Shingen, I'm back."

Shingen: "Yuki, that was fast."

Yukimura: "Yes. It was quickly settled. Also, I heard some weird rumors, so I thought I'd get to it right away."

Sasuke: "By the way, I think that weird rumor has some credibility."

Sasuke: "I met and talked with someone at the castle gate earlier, and what he said matched what I collected from the nokizaru."

Kenshin: "Tell me about it."

Sasuke: "Yes."

Sasuke and Yukimura looked at each other and then briefly announced the news, causing everyone's faces to turn grim.

Kenshin: "If that rumor is true, I won't tolerate it."

Kenshin: "I'll die of boredom if I don't destroy him quickly."

Shingen: "Besides, I don't think the people will be able to live peacefully in this state."

Yoshimoto: "If there's a possibility that more beautiful things will get destroyed, I wouldn't just sit back."

Kanetsugu: "Lord Kenshin, please give the order. I'll surely take that man's head."

Yukimura: "Hey, wait. He already knows what you look like and who you are."

Yukimura: "Are you going to rush into the trading post and kill him?"

Kanetsugu: "If that's what Lord Kenshin wants."

Kenshin: "Wait, Kanetsugu. Sasuke, go to Sakai and find out what he's up to."

Sasuke: "Me!?"

Sasuke: "Maybe you want me to solve that mystery, too."

Yukimura: "What are you mumbling about? You mean that spy from the Oda army?"

Yoshimoto: "I don't understand一wait, what?"

Yukimura: "It's probably just a rumor, but I heard that a woman came to Kicho's place as a spy."

Sasuke: "-----!"

Shingen: "That's one hell of a brave girl. I'd love to meet her someday."

Kenshin: "Stupid woman. She's gonna die there."

Sasuke: "Don't tell me that woman is..."

Sasuke: "I understand. I'll go to Sakai."

At the same time, deep in the mountains.

Kennyo: "You said you wanted to talk to me, so I came over only to find you wanting to help me?"

Motonari: "Yeah. You're trying to take revenge on Nobunaga, right? Japan is now getting f*cked, so this is a perfect time."

Kennyo: "I see. Then you are the ones who instigated this."

Motonari: “Ha?”

Kennyo: “For the past few days, something has been blowing in the air and trees.”

Kennyo: “It’s the smell of burning grass, trees, houses, people, and many other things.”

Motonari: “So what? Didn’t you also burn the Honnoji temple?”

Motonari: “This is one of the ways to achieve our goal.”

Motonari: “Besides, we only provided the opportunity. The choice was theirs.”

Kennyo: “............”

Motonari: “People are all the same. When they have a bit of money in their hands, they easily turn on others.”

Motonari: “How can a vengeful demon who deviated from his path and plotted to kill people be so nice now?”

Kennyo: “I don’t mean to be nice.”

Motonari: “Really? Well, think about it anyway. It’s not like it’s gonna hurt you.”

Motonari waved his hand and walked away with his men in tow.

Kennyo: “That’s right. I’ve strayed from my path.”

Kennyo: “I don’t care if I fall into hell.”

Kennyo: “I’m willing to become a demon to take revenge on Nobunaga.”

Kennyo: “I’m determined to get him to hell first, even if it means taking my students with me.”

Kennyo: “But..."

The night wind blew, shaking the metal rings of his staff.

The smell of the wind and the sound of his staff made Kennyo’s face contorted.

Kennyo: “Will I follow the demon or not?”

Kennyo: “There are too many to take to hell.”

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