#// I wish this looked smoother [cries]

[fishermanshook]

ASK: sooo you mentioned that you wanted someone to ask for ganji or orpheus smut so here i am 😆😆 so, general ganji smut hcs? or maybe just sfw nsfw hcs of taking a bath with him? or perhaps first time hcs? Soooo many ideas

requester: @ch6douin

HOLD ME TIGHT AND DON'T LET GO

(batter , novelist x gn!reader) separate [N]SFW hc’s

# MINOR WRITING SMUT ⚠️ , reader is gn , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

What’s more intimate than bathing together under the moonlight? Holding each other in your arms, as the other shakes and cries from the overstimulation you’ve caused to their body. Seeing you, their darling, twitch, and moan from the pleasure they give you is something they need engraved in their mind and memory.

How can they help themselves when you look so stunning right now?

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The Batter

SFW

Getting close to the Batter is an accomplishment in itself, but establishing a relationship with him earns you some bragging rights. Ganji’s emotional (and physical?) walls are literal fortresses in themself, so to have a relationship with him takes time, patience, and communication. The more the two of you talk, the fewer bumps there will be.

Once the two of you start dating it will be a lot smoother from there on out.

In the early stages of your relationship, if you were trying to bathe alongside him, Ganji is automatically shutting it down. He’s not comfortable doing something that he finds so intimate already and he’d rather do it later in the relationship.

When he does find your relationship solidified, he asks you if you would like to join him in the bath. Where the sun pours in from the windows and gleams across your skin. It feels nice to be this close to his, with your chest against his. Skin to skin. Heart to heart.

Ganji might ask you to wash his hair, or, as long as your hands aren't wet, run your fingers through his hair. It's such a soothing thing for the man that he could fall asleep if he weren’t in the bath.

But on certain and rare occasions, the Batter may or may not find it harder than usual to keep focus. Especially when your ass is pressed right against his— oh god. He might explode if he doesn’t have his way with you right now.

[N]SFW

“Fuck, Ganji! Yes right there!” the words spilled out of your mouth as the Batter pumped his dick in and out of you. You should’ve become numb to any feeling down there, but it’s your 5th round and you swear the twitching of his cock becomes even more prominent with every thrust.

The Batter seems to have an unwavering stamina, but you sense his tiredness growing in every thrust. Yet he keeps it up. He can’t get the image of you bouncing up and down on him out of his brain, and he wishes to soak up the memory and feeling before your touch eventually wilts away.

“Tell me I feel good, love,” Ganji whispers in your ear with that deep, raspy voice that you love. It never fails to send chills down your spine as you moan out his name and praise him like it’s going out of style.

“You so amazing darling,! Fill me up so good, ugh please keep going,” you groan out as his name continues to spill from your mouth like a mantra. You take him so well, your eyes filled with lust and love.

Ganji senses that you're about to reach your climax, and he’s not far behind you. It seems only now you realize that his hips have started to meet yours in a lustful rhythm neither of you want to end. With a final kiss, you moan out his name one last time before coming.

“Yes darling— come for me,” Ganji says as you come undone on his cock, coating his in your essence once more. The Batter eventually thrusts into you sucking in a breath of air as he follows suit.

The aftermath leaves both of you tired and drowsy. Using the last bit of your energy, you help clean up Ganji and yourself before making the trek back to your shared bed.

“I love you,” Ganji states as he lays a gentle kiss on your forehead. You hummed back in response, closing your eyes to get some well-deserved rest.

Aftercare is an obvious must. It doesn’t matter how tired he is Ganji will help clean you up. So while it doesn’t explicitly state that here, he did make sure to help wipe you down.

Ganji just wants to make you feel good, but also won’t deny pleasure as a response. As long as you feel like you're going to burst, he’ll feel good too.

The Novelist

SWF

The Novelist isn’t one to trust easily, let alone fall in love as quickly as he did. He’s quick to judge others on their behavior and who they surround themselves with. You must’ve made an amazing first impression on him, as it’s become a lasting one even months later.

Orpheus finds himself confessing to you using a heartfelt letter that took him weeks to write. Don’t believe him? Then maybe the crumbled drafts decorating his bedroom floor will convince you otherwise.

Regarding bathing together, he’s not entirely against the idea. Orpheus thinks just that preferably, he’d want to do it later on in the relationship when trust has further been built. He’s not rushing to have you with him in the bath, and it doesn’t seem like you are either.

Although, he can’t deny the pleasant thought of holding you oh so close to him. A glass of red wine is held in your hands as he massages out any areas of tension across your back and other areas. To have you wash his hair and try (miserably) to keep the soap out of his eyes.

It’s all adorable to think of, which leaves him to inviting you into the tub more often than not. As you lay on his chest, hands intertwined, he can’t stop thinking about how lucky he is to have you.

This time though, the rose petals and candles that decorate the bathroom floor tell a different story. Leaving you to wonder if Orpheus had ever written something like this before.

[N]SFW

Orpheus wants the both of you to feel good, which is why he refuses to stop when you're begging him to. He works away at your neck first, covering it in hickeys as his fingers twist and pinch your nipples.

“Orpheus please— need you so badly,” you whine into his ear as he pulls away from your hickey-covered neck to face you.

“But darling I thought you wanted this,” Orpheus states as he presses kisses along your jawline before finally moving inside you. Drawing a low moan from you as he pushes himself inside. “Shit, always so tight for me no matter how many times I do this huh?”

It doesn’t matter how many times the two of you do this, he always makes you feel too good for words to describe. He touches all the sensitive parts, kisses all the right spots, and always hits the right spot. His accuracy is precise and has you coming in no time.

Your wet hands glide through his hair and pull his head towards yours. In other situations, he’d pull your hand away and sulk because “now my hair is soaking”. Now though, he wouldn’t want anything else but to have his face against yours. To listen to the melodies that fall from your mouth. To hear his name fall from your lips.

“Come on daring, lemme hear more of you.” Orpheus managed to grunt out as he pounds into you, the water and soap around you creating waves around you.

“Feel so good—Orpheus I want all of you!” You shout out as you scratch and claw at his back. Your neck and collarbone are littered with hickeys and warm spots from where his soft lips were earlier.

Sooner or later, you're gushing from his cock. Your back arched in a way that has him drooling from his mouth and shooting loads into you that feel like they'll never stop.

Once the situation has calmed down, he'll help clean up and tuck the two of you into bed. With a final kiss to the lips and a shared "I love you" goodnight, you two drift far off into sleep.

Orpheus is a gentleman at heart, but despite that, he'll tease you a bit before giving you what you want. It's always worth it in the end and always makes the experience just 10 times more pleasurable for both of you. 

note: hi poookieeee,,,, apology’s for how long this was left in my drafts 🌝 hope your happy with this sjsjajakqllemsc

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[witchofhimring]

Loyalty chapter 4

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Tyrell Reader

Aemond Targaryen x Ellyn Baratheon

Y/n Tyrells Profiles

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, childbirth, emotional turmoil, death, unrequited love?, humiliation by Ellyn Baratheon, marital abuse, marital consummation, misogamy (internalized as well as external), brief depictions of smut, Plot twist at the end!

Synopsis:

The reader heads to Casterly Rock to start a new life. But something from Kings Landing follows her all the way. Also Elinor as an absolute badass this chapter.

With a jolt you were awoken. Groggily you opened your eyes to see the lamp above you swinging rather precariously. They had given you wine to help with the journey, an added bonus being that it lulled you to sleep. The other two ladies were asleep in a pile of furs. Only Lady Alana was awake, eagerly staring out the window. You envied her. "I suppose you are glad to be heading back now." "Oh yes." She showed a pair of pearly white teeth. Elinor was the only other one awake. Her eyes would shut but then open, determined to stay awake. "How far are we?" You inquired. "We can not be far. I recognize this terrain. It gets more smooth the nearer we get. I think perhaps the woods near Casterly? I pray we get out soon, I have never liked these woods." Lady Alana shivered. "Why not? Are they unsafe?" You had hardly any time to educate yourself before heading off, such was the hurry of your engagement. A book on the West lay beside you but the journey had made you feel nauseous. Lady Alana leaned in forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. "It is witches, My Lady. And its not exactly a rumor either. Strang happenings going on." You suddenly huddled in your blankets. Your thoughts went to the dream with its bleeding Weirwood tree. The small mark on your elbow ached. In your current state it was not hard to believe there were mysterious happening going on just beyond the road. Now you really wanted to get to Casterly Rock.

You really, really wished you had kept your mouth silent. For the rest of the ride every bump made you think of a trap. When you dared to peak out the branches eerily swaying in the wind reminded you of hands with long claws. Elinor inched closer to you and grasped the star around her neck. The road soon became smoother and you hoped the ride would end soon. At some point you smelt the sea. It was wonderous. You had not smelt such clean water since Driftmark. You finally dared to peak out. And that was when you saw it, Casterly Rock. On a great mound of rock sat the great fortress, carved out of the very hill it sat on. Its great high walls were a beauty to behold. Its towers a pillar of strength. The full moon was nearly obscured by the shear size of this place. Realizing that you had just seen it Lady Alana jumped up and cried out. "It is there, I see it!" The other two who had up till now been asleep awoke a looked out also. Nearer and nearer you drew and the castles great shadow cast itself over you.

You had to grip the carriage as it trundled uphill. Every moment you were worried that something might snap and you would roll right down that hill. It was steep enough you actually considered walking. Even Lady Alana seemed nervous. "It has been a while." She smiled anxiously. It was a blessed relief to reach the top. The ladies sighed and you wasted no time in getting up. Quickly you smoothed out your dress. It was a deep red with gold trimming, a fine design the Dowager Queen herself had ordered to be made. You gazed at the entrance in awe. For it was not a mere door that greeted you. Two great stone lions with flowing manes and ruby eyes stood apart from each other. They were in the same position as the Lannister symbol, on their hind legs ready to charge. Their claws acted as hinges for the doors. While you expected Casterly Rock to be well maintained, you had not been prepared to be overawed. And excitement coursed through you when it dawned that you would be its lady. A group was already waiting for you. Servants, guards, lords and ladies all bowed to you. It took your breath away as the reality was real. While you were not sure how to feel, there was a warm blood in your chest. And then one of them, the only one not to bow, started forward. Your heart leapt as you realized who it was. Jason Lannister was not an old man, although he was some years your elder. He had a slightly stocky appearance and was about average in height. His golden hair had darkened over the years and was cut to just bellow his ears. He was not unattractive, although there was sternness to him that made you nervous. You wondered how he felt about remarrying. You doubted he was entirely happy for it either. "Lady Y/n, welcome to Casterly Rock."

After the Lord of Casterly Rock offered you his hand he lead you inside. You could tell he was still strong and that gave you hope. The rest of the court followed suit. The great doors slowly opened, chains rattling as they did so. The Red Keep was nothing compared to this in its grandeur. You walked forward and a gust of hot air hit you. The hallway was magnificent in scale and grandeur. The pillars held up a coved ceiling with golden lions heads peering down. The walls were lined with tapestries holding the tales of heroes long ago. At the very end was a small flight of stairs leading to a chair. When the two of you had ascended the stairs Jason Lannister turned around. His grip on your fingers tightened. "My Lords, Ladies. My new wife."

You had no time to acquaint yourself with your new husband. The new ladies whisked you away and up tall flights of stairs you went. They were all chattering and some asked you questions. "Was it a difficult journey?" "I am Lady Clarissa Casterly." "Do you miss Kings Landing?" You could hardly keep up and attempted to address each request. Mercifully you arrived at the top pf the tower and only a few ladies were permitted in. The room was circular in design with stain class windows that likely looked out on the sea. Tapestries hung red from the stone walls. A large vanity was situated on the left side of your bed. Necklaces lay glittering on laid out on cushions. A wardrobe made of dark oak that was big enough to fit thirty of you quite comfortably. On the bed lay a luxurious dress. Unsurprisingly it was red, but what a beautiful red it was! Its trail went to the floor as did the sleeves. A golden lion was sewn into the bodice. "Lady, if you would we would like to get you ready." They undressed you and it was a bazar experience. You usually only had Elinor with you to change, but now ten ladies assisted you. Of course you were no fool, Queen Alicent had ladies. Still it was one thing to be a lady, another to be the one everything revolved around. Your body heated when the final layer was removed, bearing your body to all of them. Before embarrassment could truly set in a robe was thrown over your body. It stunned you to see it had fur trimmings and gold buttons. Next, they lead you through a door and into the bathing chamber. In the marble ground was a large tub already filled with water. You would smell rosewater and lavender. You were bid to take off your robes and step into the water. It was mercifully warm and soothed your aching joints.

After you got out of the tub you had never felt so clean. They had scrubbed every inch of your body. Your hair had a smooth texture to it now and you nails were carefully shaped. The only part you had not enjoyed was when they had to pluck your eyebrows. The robe they gave you this time was silk and flowed around your ankles. Then it was back to the bedroom and changing into the new dress. They had to do up what felt like a thousand strings (to your mind at least). Then came the jewelry. A ruby encrusted necklace and earrings. Your hair was placed in a crown braid with a ribbon put through it. Looking at yourself in the mirror you could hardly believe it, you looked like an entirely different person. Radiant even. So unlike the little girl in green back at the Red Keep. And at that moment you swore never to wear that colour again. "You look lovely My Lady." One of them smiled. Your face heated up, but nevertheless you grinned back.

They took you back down to the great hall. Somehow in the time you had been gone, though it might have been longer than you knew, they had laid out tables and food. Guests were crowding the room. Knowing they were all here for you, you tensed. "I'm right behind you." Whispered Elinor. With a newfound courage you stepped into the hall. A storm of cheers greeted you. It took you every effort to not fall over from the sheer excitement of the wild crowd. You finally reached the high table were your new family sat. Of course Lord Jason sat at the head. Beside him were five young girls who you guessed were his daughters. Then there was Lady Carina Lannister, his mother. From what you heart she was not truly all there these days. You took your set between your betrothed and Tyshara, his eldest daughter. She was a pretty girl only a little younger than yourself. Her golden hair was pilled in an up do and there was a light pink tint to her cheeks. But before you even said a word she turned her back on you, back rigid. Your stomach dropped. Shyly you turned to your future husband. What could you say to a man more than twice your age? You had very little experience in conversing with boys aside for Prince Aemond and Jaecerion. You took a quick drink in hopes of steeling your courage. "I hope you like this." You nearly jumped from alarms, your heart hammered in your chest. Jason Lannister seemed to be looking at you intently. Hands nervously fidgeted on your lap. "I like-love it very much." Thank the Gods you did not stammer. He then took one if your hands into his and you thought you might faint. Anxiety bubbled up within you. Would you feel this way every tmie he touched you, nervous and scared? Right now you truly wished you had married someone you knew beforehand. You thought back to how easily Princess Ellyn interacted with Prince Aemond and envied her. Was this how Dowager Queen Alicent had felt when first married to King Viserys? You know wished you had thought to speak to her on the matter. "I trust the journey was pleasant enough." Jason Lannister asked. "It was well. Although I did hear stories of the woods." Jason Lannister laughed and called them old wives tales. "It is true that the woods have some less than savory characters. But no witches, only bandits." You saw no lie in his face. But you could not shake off the feeling that were was more than men in those woods. Leaving behind talk of witches you switched the subject to something else. "I hear you have five daughters, can you tell me about them?" Jason Lannister shrugged. Best to ask their maids, they likely know more than I do. He laughed along with his men, you on the other hand did not see what was so funny.

You ate what little food you could that night. The entire night people kept coming onto the table to introduce themselves. You wished they would not. Cordially you greeted them and hear their names. Not that you ever remembered. You just wanted to go to bed and sleep. The only nice thing was Lady Lenita's congratulation. Her party had arrived shortly after yours. A few times you attempted to make small talk with your future step daughters. But the eldest seemed determined to ignore you and the others were seated too far away. Maybe this place would be just as lonely as the last. But at least you had Jaecerion. As it a lonelier fate to remain here?

They finally allowed you to go to bed. An entire group of ladies followed you, such was your life now. At least you were not the only one tired. Some of the younger looking ones yawned, staggering slightly. They undressed you and an almost sheer nightgown was pulled over you. The lights were blown out, the sheets pulled over you, and with the click of a lock you were alone. The room was dark, the full moon was in full splendor

The open window brought the sound of rushing water in. Or at least it would have, if the rustling of trees from the forest did not drown it out.

She rushed ahead, pulling you along in her wake. Deeper and deeper the two of you went. Tree branches pushed the two of you on. A full moon lit the way. On and on the two of you went. Pushed along in this dark parade of trees and rushing wind. You were pushed on ahead with no way to step. The ground slowly eroded away until you reached sand that did nothing to stop your ongoing pursuit. The girl disappeared, diving right into a sea of blood. And then you were completely alone, surrounded by blood.

Disoriented, you stumbled into the waking world. The rustling of trees was replaced with water lapping at the surface. "My Lady, it is time to wake." The new voice disconcerted you. This was not Elinor, nor her warm hands on your shoulder. The light temporarily blinded you with its rays. Uncomfortable, you sat up. A woman, in her thirties you reckoned and two other behind her. One you recognized as Lady Alana but the other not. You realized they were here to prepare you for your day, but it still made you unsteady to not have Elinor. "Good morning, where is Lady Elinor?" "Lady Elinor will meet you down in the kitchens. As the Lady of Casterly Rock we felt it was best if those best trained to serve the rank you now hold should wake you. Now, I am Lady Mari Casterly and I will be your head Lady-in-waiting" You could have bristled at their small comment of insinuating Elinor was nothing less than worthy. But after everything that had happened in Kings Landing you really did not want to get off on the wrong foot yet.

You had an array of dresses to chose from. It was almost giddying to have so many fine things. Eventually settling on a dress with a square neckline, sleeves that reached you elbows and a small train to boot. Deciding to keep todays outfit simple you stuck with gold studs. "A wise choice my Lady, those belonged to our former Lady." Said the Lady. She was the one who was beside Lady Alana. Slightly shorter than the average woman, her beautiful black hair fell in curls to her waist. She looked to be younger than you though it was hard to tell. "May I have your name?" You inquired. She flushed slightly. "Lady Karina Casterly. My mother is Ser Jason's sister." So that technically made this girl your niece. It was an odd, if not a bit disconcerting. You supposed everything would take time getting use to. Once dressed they lead you to another room. This one had tall windows facing the sea. Unlike the other ones this room had no tapestries, but golden vines crawling up the red painted walls. Although not large this room was magnificently decorated. "You may take your meals in here, your room or the great hall. For today Lord Lannister will have you eat here so that you might meet his daughters." You thought back to the sulky face of the eldest. Cerelle was the first to enter. Like her eldest sister she had the Lannister golden hair. She smiled prettily and greeted you politely enough. You offered her some cake that she gladly excepted. She you could like. Next came Cara Lannister, the youngest and only a baby. You cooed at her. One day, Gods willing, you might have a baby of your own. Marana and Genna Lannister came in last, brought in by a girl with golden hair. "Where is Lady Tyshara?" You inquired. The ladies looked to one another. You realized she likely would not come. "Please go get her." You ordered. You were not going to take this from some little girl. You would never take it from anyone ever again. They paused for a moment before two obeyed your order. The girl stormed in a few minutes later. Her haughty visage reminded you of Princess Ellyn and it made you irritated. Even miles away your thoughts lingered on her.

With ill grace Lady Tyshara stomped to a chair and sat down, arms crossed. You started a conversation with Lady Cerelle in hopes that her sister might give in and relent. Little Marana joined in, not Genna though as she was too young. Cara, like the youngest, also remained quiet. All throughout the breakfast you could feel Tyshara's mean little eyes upon you. Once breakfast was concluded she gave you one last scathing look before disappearing. You on the other hand, after saying goodbye to the children, was whisked off to yet another room. "This is where you shall hold conference if the Great Hall is not required." A canopy of gold and scarlet red hung over an oak chair. A great lion was carved into its back. She gestured for you to sit on it. You noticed your group was larger now. "Now I will introduce you to everyone so that you will know our names and after that we have tea." This was all going too fast for you liking. But there was not anything you could truly do about it now. The Ladies hurried into a line. Lady Mari stood beside you and called the first one up. And on it went. The ones who already made their introductions went up against the wall. After that was the tea party. They all introduced themselves to you, again. Most of your time was spent in the company of Lady Alana and Karina, both of who you easily liked.

Jason Lannister, after not seeing you all day finally showed up for dinner. Although he was newly clothed you could smell the wine and something potent on him. Like a mixture of musk and soap. "My Lord." You greeted him. "I hope your day was pleasant My Lady." You nodded. He took a gulp of wine before turning back to you. "There is something I would like to speak to you about." Your stomach twisted itself into knots. "I hope everything is well." You said trying to hide your anxiety. "It is a small matter, but may very well be important to you. As these are to most women." You chose not to comment on that particular statement. "It is the matter of my eldest, Tyshara." Your eyes flitted to the empty chair beside you. He did not look cross but rather that this was an obligation of sorts. "The Lady Tyshara does not seem very fond of me." You commented. Jason Lannister simply shrugged. "I will deal with her."

Later on that day Jason Lannister spoke to you one again. You had just finished some measurements for a dress when he entered. The ladies departed except Lady Mari, since the two of you were not yet married. "I wish to speak to you on the subject of my late wife's jewelry." At this moment you wore a gold pendant belonging once to the late Lady Lannister. Was he offended? Dowager Queen Alicent had worn object once belonging to the late Queen Aemma Arryn. Now that you thought about it, would you be fine with another wearing a departed spouses things? You supposed not. "I will ask that you refrain from wearing my late wive's things, at least for a while." Of course, My Lord."

The next day Lady Tyshara gave you a little smirk. Likely, she had something to do with yesterdays events. You supposed she really did not want a stepmother. But it was hardly your fault. And you were fucking sick of it. First you had to put up with Princess Ellyn, and now you could not even get respect here. Weeks of that deep ache in your chest started to physically.

The day before your wedding, Prince Aemond Targaryen and his wife came to Casterly Rock, followed by Jaecerion. It was only recently that you realized they would becoming. This did nothing for the pre-nuptual fear you felt. Now Princess Ellyn's sneer make out at you from the shadows. Her blue eye's flashed in your dreams. The place where her nails had dug into your skin stung. The knowledge of their impending arrival kept you up at night. And when you did fall asleep there was no rest there either. A constant vine of anxiety had trapped you in its grasp. Sometimes when you breathed it felt like there was a band across your chest. You never wanted to see either of them again.

The day they arrived was cold and cloudy. The waves in Lannisport shrew themselves against the rocks in a fury. You watched the forest tree bend, in danger of being ripped right out of the ground. Maybe this would hold the Prince up. Of perhaps they would not come at all. The only worry you had was for Jaecerion. His dragon was young and small. What if he fell off or the dragon was unable to battle the wind? After dressing you went with Lady Alana and Lady Karina to a window with a view of the entrance. The three of you sat huddled up, wrapped in furs and eating cakes. In the mean time you got to learn more about them. "So, Lady Alana, where were you fostered?" Lady Alana swallowed her cake. "Oldtown My Lady." "So you must know Prince Daeron then." Lady Alana's pale face developed a pink tint on the cheeks. "Yes. I do know him." She suddenly had difficulty meeting your eyes. A great wave of sadness passed through you. This had been you once. You envied and pitied her. He would likely be betrothed to the daughter of a Lord Paramount. "Have you ever loved someone, My Lady?" Said Lady Karina. You froze. Did she know anything? It would not be surprising if the rumors spread all the way here. No one had mentioned it so far. But that did not mean tongues were not wagging. "No." You lied. A small breath escaped your pursed lips.

You were getting ready for bed, anxiety coursing through you. Would you be able to bear it? You felt stuck in the past with everyone else was moving on. As time moved on you were stuck in time. Forever frozen in your torment. Lady Mari was brushing your hair for bed. A cup of tea sat next to you. It had been brought when one of your ladies noticed you looked nervous. They likely all thought it was pre-wedding nerves. Although not fully incorrect, they could not truly understand your pain. You wanted to cry out and tell someone. But who could you trust. You were utterly alone and wretched.

Someone knocked at the door and you looked over. "Who is there?" You called out. "Lord Jason Lannister, My Lady." You shared a look with Lady Mari. Jason Lannister entered a moment later. Behind him was a maester holding a cup of steaming tea. You stood up and the women curtsied. "I hear that you went missing earlier." He was scrutinizing you, like a parent scolding a child caught in wrongdoing. "Missing? My Lord you must be mistaken." Jason Lannister jerked his head, Lady Mari took that as her cue to leave, and you were left alone with a stern looking Jason Lannister and serious maester. "Please, do not seek to make a fool of me. I was informed that you went missing earlier today." "By whom?!" You were on your feet, fear infecting you. "That is not for you to know." "If you must know I was with Lady Alana and Karina." He ignored your protest, putting a hand up. "I was assured of your chastity by the Dowager Queen. And while I do not doubt her word, I will have you drink this." The maester stepped forward and you realized what the cup held.

You were shaking, a combination of rage and hurt. You had been here less than a week and he already suspected you. This place was no better than Kings Landing. You had never escaped. So you drank the foul concoction that tasted of ash in your mouth.

You were woken at the crack of dawn. Today was another ritual, where they bathed you, lathered you in oils, dressed you, did your hair and placed priceless jewelry against your body. They braided your hair and then pinned up the end into a bun. The train of your down trailed behind you, weighed down by golden studs. You broke your fast, still tasting Moon tea on your tongue. You did not share a word with your husband or stepchildren, the eldest of who was smirking all the while. You noticed that there was a new person at the head table today. She was of a shorter stature, but with a delicate figure. Her red hair hung in ringlets to her waist. Porcelain skin pale as snow but with a light dust of freckles on her nose and cheeks. You leaned back and questioned Lady Karina on who this beautiful woman was. She hesitated. "That is Lady Reyne." That still did not explain why she was here. Was Lady Reyne a visitor? You should probably make your introduction to her later.

After breaking your fast everyone shuffled outside to wait for the royal party. It was a cold morning making you grateful for the cloak. Not that it made the wait any more enjoyable. And it did not shield you from the jittery anxiety. The only thing you could hear was the whipped up wind and flying banners. Higher and higher the despair you felt climbed in its fury. You were a horrid concoction of anger and deep hurt today. A roar was the first herald of the royal party. Vhagar. The great dragon descended from the sky. Everyone but you staggered back by the dragons great power. After him came Jaecerion. Off Vhagar's back came Prince Aemond, and to your great distress, Princess Ellyn. She giggled as she linked her arm in his. Your insides crawled. "Your Graces." Jason Lannister gave a suave bow. Prince Aemond greeted him and then went to you. "Lady Lannister." Prince Aemond acknowledged you as the Lady of Casterly Rock, a stranger to him. Princess Ellyn grinned widely but surprisingly said nothing. Jaecerion was more warm to his friend. "My Lady, it is a pleasure to see you again." He kissed your fingertips and you smiled ever so slightly. If felt nice to feel warm again. Although you did notice the glint in his eyes that did not make you know how to feel. There was another meal next. Lady Reyne had disappeared with the Princess and two Princesses taking her place. Thankfully you were not placed next to the Princess. Jaecerion happily took his place next to you. "How is Casterly Rock treating you." He poured you a drink. "Very well. I think I shall be happy there." You were aware that Jason Lannister was listening to every word you said. "Your Grace." Tyshara's voice adopted at tone you had never heard before. She had adopted the tone of a young, shy maiden, eyes downcast. "You must be Lady Tyshara. You are as beautiful as they say." Tyshara's cheeks went pink. Hatred stirred in your body. You knew what the girl wanted. She was a Lannister and a Prince was no small prize. No. You would not have two Princesses as enemies. And you absolutely would not allow this brat to get her way. So you inched towards Jaecerion and linked your arm with his. "I hear you are in want of a wife. Have you considered anyone?" You noticed Tyshara freeze. You smirked. She likely did not realize you were so close with the Prince. "When I do I will seek advice from you." You were so wrapped up in your victory that the glint in his eyes went unacknowledged. You shot Tyshara a look that made her go pale. No Prince for Tyshara Lannister.

You dressed in a deep red and fur lined outfit before being bustled into the carriage, followed by Lady Alana, Lady Karina and Elinor. You had no interested in hunting. But the food might be good. Princess Ellyn, to your horror, and Lady Cerilla, followed by Tyshara and one of her ladies came in. Although Princess Ellyn kept her unusual silence her eyes were no less venomous. Either the Dowager Queen had silenced her or your status as Lady of Casterly Rock caused her to think twice. You hoped your status frightened her, only to know that such a though was folly. The carriage shuttered as it trundled along the road. Princess Ellyn looked unsettled, much to your satisfaction. "Is it true Lady Y/n once served you?" Tyshara was like a lion, hunting for her pray like the little lioness she was. Princess Ellyn paused for a moment before taking the bate. "It is true. Although she was rather a little too preoccupied." Tyshara's eyes widened. You felt sick. It was poor luck that you were stuck in this carriage. "What do you mean?" Tyshara inched towards her. "Oh, you did not hear?" You wanted to throw up. "Well......Y/n had enjoyed a rather close relationship with Prince Aemond." Even after your innocents had been proven she still insisted on this story. Not even that horrid trial was enough for her. You were about to speak, to protest your innocents, but Elinor spoke first.

"For shame!" Everyone turned. It was not you who spoke, by Elinor. Her cheeks were completely flushed, eyes wide. A shaking hand clasped onto your mouth in horror. And Elinor had only just started. "You are a Princess so perhaps it is high time that you act like one. How are you not embarrassed by your impropriety. Lady Y/n has been at the court a good deal longer than yourself you have the gall to criticize her service. Well let me tell you this, your status can not hide the fact that you that my Lady has more grace in her body then you have in your whole body. So I suggest you think on that before casting around such baseless rumors."

A scream rent the carriage.

Notes:

This chapter is shorter than the others because otherwise it will be ridiculously long. Also I wanted reader's wedding day to be its own chapter. Tyshara and Cerelle are the names of Jason Lannister's daughters. Canonically he has five with three who's names are unmentioned. Cara, Marana and Genna are the names I came up with for the youngest. The illegitimate daughters were also never given names by Martin. Jason Lannister also does have mistresses with one being his favourite so I did not make that part up.

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[auroracalisto]

a love like this will never end

— one fateful night, your pregnancy comes to an end as you give birth to anthony's child. but he is gone, his work as a viscount keeping him away, and the after-effects of giving birth have far more of a hold on you than you'd like to admit—one where you awaken with anthony's return and a guilty heart. word count: 1.3k tw: pain, birth, hard pregnancy, reader essentially eludes death, anxiety, afab!reader but no identifying pronouns/gender-related language, pregnancy also terrifies me so idk what i'm doing writing this but here we are a/n: it's been three months since i've posted any kind of fic. and i've been writing on this one for over two of those months. so.

missing, was your loving husband.

business often found him in the most trying of times, the ends of your pregnancy being one of them.

but pregnancy did not await his arrival. pregnancy was of its own device, and therefore, arriving far sooner than you would have hoped.

screams escaped you, causing distress amongst those of the bridgerton household. not that they could blame you—they were quite aware of the horrors that were giving birth, having experienced or at least been around the scenario more than just a few times.

pain rippled through your body like no other.

the blood had made your maid, lucinda, faint-hearted.

it wasn’t often she had to deal with something like this, but she would be with you, through thick and thin. if only your husband had been there just as she had.

perhaps things would have gone far smoother.

most likely not, but you liked to imagine it would have been easier having his support. having his voice whisper sweet nothings, easing you through the process of bringing this life into the world—the very life that you had been far too eager to meet, and now, you were regretting ever thinking that.

if only it had been a day later. a week, even. anything that would have somehow prepared you for the pain that wreaked havoc on your body.

you could only wish for his return sooner than later, so he could witness the miracle that the two of you had procreated, despite the immense pain you felt.

his heir.

breathless gasps came from you as you tried your hardest to calm yourself down.

soft cries from your infant came just beyond you, the doctor handing off the baby to your maid, making haste to clean it’s face as you craned your head just to get a glimpse of your child.

“what is it?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“a boy,” the doctor said.

“a boy,” you sounded, tears springing to your eyes. you would have been happy with any child—but you knew this child would never have to want for more than what they are. “i have a boy.”

your maid carefully brought your infant to you, and you looked up at her with moist eyes.

“what of anthony?” you asked. “is he not here?”

“no, my lady,” she softly frowned in return. “he will be here soon enough, that i am sure.”

your heart pounded in your chest. you looked up at the woman for just a moment, a wave of darkness flashing across your eyes.

“lucinda,” you began, carefully holding out your child. but before you said anything more, you felt your eyes falling shut and your arms weakening—lucinda was quick to catch your infant, looking at the doctor nervously.

“what is happening?” she asked.

as the doctor spoke, you fell into a deep darkness—one you had only ever heard of in stories before. one you were afraid you might not ever come out of.

you could only scream at yourself, hoping to return to the surface once more. you couldn't leave. not yet. your new life had barely begun.

you awoke to the sound of anthony’s voice. but he was not speaking with you, despite how choked up he sounded.

“you are my heir,” anthony softly spoke, his arms carefully cradling the hours-old infant. “an heir who will do incredible things. your mother will—has made sure of that.”

a choked chuckle escaped your dry throat.

“oh, have i?” you weakly called, arm raised just above your eyes to keep the sun from blinding you.

anthony looked up, wide eyes taking place of his previously solemn expression.

“my love,” he began, walking to you as quickly as he could with the child. “my love, you had me frightened. had i lost you—“

“—i’m fine,” you interjected, knowing he might go into a tangent if you weren’t careful; the man had always been nervous with the prospect of children—of marrying for love. you had promised him long ago, only shortly after realizing that you loved him, that you would never leave him. for as long as you were alive and well, you would be by his side, forever. and you nearly broke that promise.

“the babe?”

your own voice startled you out of your thoughts.

he paused, knowing you had gone through far too much to withstand his sorrow. he would push it down, just like he had learned to throughout the years of living as the viscount. he stared at you for just a moment before speaking. “he’s perfect.”

as you pushed yourself to sit up, he quickly put a hand out to stop you, carefully holding the baby with his other arm.

“no. do not move.”

you paused, a soft frown forming on your lips. “i wish to see—“

“—and i will bring him to you. but you are far too weak to put yourself through anything more than what you have already gone through,” he said. anthony finally made the last couple of steps he needed to be beside of you, sitting down on the edge of the bed with ease.

“the doctor said you will be fine. plenty of bedrest and some sunlight will do you good.”

you gave a small nod, watching as your husband maneuvered his arms and your child so you could officially meet your newborn baby.

a smile spread across your lips at the sight of his perfect little nose, his round little cheeks, the little tuft of hair that sat perfectly on his head. his eyes were the most beautiful color you had ever seen. everything about your child was perfect.

“he favors you,” anthony said with a soft chuckle.

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “quite the contrary,” you said. "i do believe he favors you, my love."

anthony hummed softly in response. baby still in his arms, while his heart filled with love and admiration for the very being who brought this beautiful family to life.

"had i lost you," he repeated, his heavy heart getting the best of him and ignoring what he had told himself just moments earlier. "i could not have lived with myself."

"anthony..." you said, your voice hardly above a whisper. "i can assure you, i will never leave you. you have my word."

he smiled faintly. he wouldn't tell you how many tears he shed before he picked up his child, fear settling in his bones as the doctor told him he had arrived back at their home just a few minutes too late. you were asleep—for how long, he didn't know. he considered it a miracle for you to even come to as soon as you did (the doctor decided it would be best to keep the idea of death off of anthony bridgerton's already fragile state of mind).

anthony would not tell you, regardless of how it made him feel. seeing you lie there, so unaware of the world. dying? no. not dying. but you could have been. it frightened anthony.

you would push through. you had to. and when he heard your voice, he knew all was well with the world.

luck had not always been on his side. for anthony bridgerton, he often made his own luck, forging his way through the world. but he couldn't help but revel in the fact that fortune was on his side with you.

he looked down at you, smiling. "i love you, y/n."

"and i, you, anthony. more than anything."

he chuckled softly, his eyes flickering to the babe in his arms. "now, what will we name him?" he asked, tilting his head. "i've yet to think of something. perhaps you've already chosen one?"

"i'm not sure," you said, smiling. "perhaps we can start with the letter a. have any ideas?"

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[heygerald]

OLD HABITS DIE HARD - PART 5/8

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x oc

Storms totally fucking suck. But some people make them a little bit better. 

Catch up here: part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / *bonus chapter* / part 4 / ... / *bonus chapter* / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / *say yes*

Wind and rain howled outside the window, smattering the tarmac with pools of puddles that the crew would have to avoid come morning if the storm really did last until then like the weather reports predicted. A few palm trees swayed in the distance, illuminated by a sparse shock of lightning every twenty minutes or so. Zoe imagined that the lawn would be extra green come sunrise. Though, knowing the California coast, it would burnt a golden brown before the weekend. 

Before she would get to enjoy it. 

The lamp in the corner flickered with a rumble of thunder. 

She settled her head onto the couch cushion to eye it listlessly. It barely lit anything in the room up as is, and so part of her hoped that it would stay on just so she didn’t bang her shins when she finally convinced herself to get up off the couch, but part of her also selfishly wanted to be swathed in darkness so she could just sleep in the common room instead of her own bed. 

Another shock of lightning, another rumble of thunder. 

The lamp stayed on. 

She sighed, settling deeper onto the couch cushions, eyes drifting over the  memorabilia as if that would miraculously lull her to sleep. It was a pointless endeavor, she knew, but still better than admitting that she likely wouldn’t sleep at all tonight. 

Zoe was too amped up to do much of anything other than stare at the ceiling in misery, wishing that the storm would pass before too long, hoping to forget about the upcoming mission but knowing that was an impossible ask given how close it was now. 

Blerg.

She hated nights like this; when she was stuck with nothing but her thoughts. 

As if hearing her silent cries, someone flicked on the overhead lights, startling her upright. She groaned and threw her arms over her face. Almost just as quickly the person realized that the room wasn’t empty, and shut them off. 

“Oh, shit, sorry.” 

Darkness swallowed them both whole, and with nothing but the dull corner lamp, Zoe had to squint to make out any features. She saw blonde hair, green eyes, and a square jawline; all she would recognize even in her sleep.

“Jake?” she asked. 

“Oh,” he ambled a little closer, squinting down at her. “Zoe? What are you doing?”

“Enjoying the calming sounds of the roof being ripped off its hinges, obviously,” she quipped in a ragged, sleep deprived voice. The joke didn’t quite land like she had hoped it would, and Jake scrubbed a hand over his features as if trying to rid himself of his sleepiness. Clearing her throat, she frowned. “What are you doing? It’s, like, midnight.” 

“It’s almost two am,” he gave her an odd look.

Not having expected that much time to have passed, Zoe glanced at the clock on the wall. Big, blurry red letters blinked down at her with something that felt awfully judgmental for an inanimate object. She sighed realizing he was right, before depressing back onto the stuffy couch cushion. 

“Oh. I didn’t even realize that… what are you doing?”

Jake grunted. Not quite awake but not quite asleep either, and bumbled through the darkness towards the fridge. With an ineptness that she wasn’t used to seeing in him, he managed to hit his shin on the counter. 

He cursed, hopping a little on his other foot, before opening the fridge. 

“I was hungry,” he told her while blearily riffling through its contents. He was quick to pull out a water bottle and only after gulping down half of it, did his voice sound a little less sleep-ragged; smoother, like she was used to. “The storm woke me up. You want something?”

Her stomach twisted in knots. “No,” she told him wisely.

“There’s not anything in here, anyways,” he sighed, sounding eerily annoyed for having just woken up a few minutes earlier. Eventually, he settled on a bowl of grapes. Shutting the fridge, she could barely make out his bright eyes peering over across the room. They squinted a little, discerning, and she was suddenly happy for the darkness. “Have you slept at all yet, tonight?”

Zoe blushed, glancing out at the storm. 

“Not really.” 

“Oh... do you want to talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to talk about. It’s just one of those nights, I guess.” 

“Aw, c’mon, Buzz,” he said, sounding more and more like his flagrant, smug self with every minute that he was with her even though his voice still had that croaky twang to it from just waking up. He nudged her legs aside with the back of his hand before promptly plopping down onto the opposite end of the couch. Zoe didn’t even bother protest; just let him stretch out, socked feet bumping her bare knees, shoulders wiggling as he adjusted into a more comfortable position.  “I know you better than you think. It’s two am and you sound exhausted. And, if I remember correctly, you like your sleep.”

“Who doesn’t like sleep?”

“You like your sleep like a mother bear likes its cubs. Aggressive enough that everyone knows not to get between you and your bed.” 

“You sure do know how to flatter a girl, Seresin.” 

There was a gleam of light that she figured was him rolling his eyes, before something bounced off of her forehead. Zoe plucked a grape out of her bra.

“Did you just chuck a grape at me?”

“No,” he said. Then did it again. 

“Will you—stop!” 

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” he simpered, popping a handful of grapes into his mouth to punctuate the point. Zoe might have punched him if she had more energy, but being angry this early in the morning took more effort than was worth the outcome. So, instead, she rolled her eyes at him before eating the grapes she had in hand. Jake watched her for another moment before softly nudging her with his foot. “You can talk about it, if you want. That always helped back during school.” 

It did. 

And, in some ways, it didn’t. 

Especially when she didn’t know who he was right now; didn’t know what sort of shoulder he was offering to be, if it was just a ploy to get into her pants or something more. They definitely weren’t enemies, and ever since he had apologized to her on the beach they had fallen back into old patterns from when they were friends. He would save her a seat at lunch, she would offer him some water after a hot run on the tarmac. There was laughing and jokes like there used to be, but there was also something that there didn’t used to be. 

Side eyeing and gentle touches and, dare she say, almost intimate conversations where he actually seemed interested in what she had to say. But she definitely wouldn’t say that they were more than friends because he was still him and she was still her and Zoe wasn’t about to throw herself back into that situation just yet. 

Not that there was a situation to begin with because Jake was quieter now, stared at her more, frowned a little bit tighter when she joked around with Rooster but he didn’t flirt or make sexual innuendoes or ask her to bed. So there wasn’t exactly anything to think about except the fact itself that she was thinking about him constantly. 

Which left her feeling like her stomach was in her throat. Like she was dive bombing in her jet. Like she wanted to punch him just as much as she wanted to kiss him. 

“You’re gonna get picked, you know,” he said quietly, mistaking her moment of overwhelming thoughts as hesitation. Zoe furrowed her brows at him all the same. He looked at his hands, fiddling with a stem of grapes, before continuing. “For the mission. You and Stitch are shoe-ins. I’d bet that you’re Mav’s first choice for a wingman on this thing.” 

She shook her head, eyes darting to the window where she watched raindrops streak down the pane. “Phoenix and Bob did way better in the timed exercise this week.” 

“He takes two teams.” 

“There’s still Fanboy and Payback. They had a better record than us today.” 

“Maybe,” Jake shrugged. He was wearing nothing but a loose fitting tank top and a pair of gray sweatpants, and if she didn’t know him better, she might have thought that he was the epitome of comfort right now. But his smile was small and his eyebrows were pinched in the middle. “But Payback can’t handle the G’s that it takes to climb the hill. He’s passed out once already. And Fanboy has been struggling with getting a lock on the target.” 

“Hm,” she pulled her sweatshirt tighter around herself. “Maybe.” 

“You will,” he reaffirmed. 

It was nice to hear that he had so much confidence in her; maybe more confidence than she had in herself, and not wanting the moment to be unbalanced, she nudged him with her pink toes. “You’re gonna get picked too.” 

For once in his life, Zoe would have described his smile as bashful. 

“Maybe,” he said. 

She smiled softly at him, liking the way that he was quiet and shy in the dark when there was no one else to see, but also not liking the way it felt so familiar to all those years ago. It had been easy to fall in love with Jake. So easy that she cursed herself for it in the time that followed, wondering why she hadn’t seen the red flag, why she hadn’t caught on, why she had been so stupid. 

But here, now, she realized that she wasn’t stupid. 

Jake Seresin was just someone that was easy to love, even when you knew that you shouldn’t. 

Zoe turned away before she could think about it anymore, roving her gaze to the ceiling where she watched lightning streak across the shadows every couple minutes. Jake didn’t say anything else, either. In fact, he fell so silent and still that she thought he might have actually fallen back asleep. But, when she glanced at him, he was just munching on his grapes with a thoughtful look on his face. 

She pulled a lip between her teeth, chewed on it, then started, “hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you—” 

A clap of thunder shook the entire building to the point that Zoe wondered if the foundation hadn’t splintered in two, and she jolted upright on the couch with a mangled squeal. Luckily, it wasn’t loud enough to be heard over the storm still raging outside, but the opposite end of the couch shook from Jake’s incredulous laughter.

“Jesus,” he wheezed. “What even was that noise?”

“Shut up,” she kicked him.

“No, seriously, is your throat alright? Because I know you’re scared of storms, but I think you might have just permanently damaged a vocal chord or something, Preston.” 

“Oh, shove it,” she chucked a pillow at him. It hit his face with an indelicate thud, but did nothing to wipe the smile off of his features. Huffing, Zoe wrapped her arms around herself and tried to lie back down. Though, her gaze flickered to the window before she could stop herself when another flash of lightning peeled across the stormy sky. “I’m not scared of storms. I just… don’t, you know, enjoy them. No one does.” 

“I don’t mind them.” 

“No one with a brain then,” she harrumphed. 

“I thought you liked the rain.” 

“I do,” she said. Then, momentarily paused to glance at Jake. “How do you know that?”

“Seriously? Anytime it was raining back during training you always get this cute little smile on your face. You would drag me to sit with you outside on the porch so you could listen to it. I even went running with you one day during a fucking monsoon.” 

“It wasn’t a monsoon,” she rolled her eyes. 

“I had a cold for, like, a week.” 

Zoe frowned, considering the memory. “I forgot about that.” 

Really, what she meant was, she was surprised that he had remembered that in the first place. Or the fact that she liked listening to the rain. Their relationship hadn’t ended well, and Zoe had done everything she could in her power to forget about the days they spent talking to one another about nothing, wrapped up in bed, sharing their hopes and dreams with each other. Memories like that were too painful to consider when she lingered on how Jake had broken things off between them as if it were nothing. 

But, if it were nothing, would he still cling to those memories?

Deciding she didn’t want to linger on that particular thought, Zoe nudged him with her toes, amending, “oh, yeah, I do remember. You complained about it for the next month. Something about how you thought you were gonna die.” 

Indignation swept the smile right off his face. “I had a fever, Preston. People die of the flu every year, you know.” 

“Not in April.” 

“My bones were cracking every time I moved,” he popped another grape into his mouth, chewing through it while still arguing, “I was pretty sure there was fluid in my lung. You could have killed me. Maybe that was your plan all along.” 

“If I wanted to kill you, I would have by now,” she huffed. 

“There’s still tomorrow.” 

She almost laughed. At him, at his humor, at how easy it was to fall into an intimate atmosphere when around Jake. But another clap of thunder boomed in the sky, effectively ruining the moment before he might have said something stupid enough to ruin it himself. With wide eyes, she glanced through the window nervously. 

“The storm’s passing, Zoe. It’s gonna be fine.” 

“It doesn’t sound like it’s passing.” 

“The thunder is getting further apart,” he pointed out, all rough voice and tired eyes as he watched her. Still, that did little to quell the queasiness in her chest. She felt his weighted stare for another, long moment. Then, Jake set his empty bowl aside before waving a hand to her with a sigh. “Alright, come on.” 

She glanced away from the window, furrowing her brows at him. “What?”

“You’re practically shaking the entire damn couch.”

“Okay, well, I was here first,” she said, nose in the air, if only to help her ignore the fact that she was shaking as much as he said she was. “But, that doesn’t mean I’m gonna cuddle you. Go bug Payback if you want someone to spoon.” 

“I don’t wanna spoon anyone,” he said. Then added with a look, “and if I did, it definitely wouldn’t be him. Coyote is more my kinda guy. Or Bob, maybe.” 

“Seriously?”

Jake shrugged harmlessly. “What can I say? The kid’s cute. Something about the glasses I think. Maybe the accent too.” 

Zoe thought about how weird that sounded coming from someone like Jake. Someone that screamed masculinity and bro-code when he was strutting down the beach with sun-kissed shoulders because he refused to use sunscreen. Then again, he was an easy going guy who liked to joke around more than anything else. And he actually cared about his friends; despite what he said that might prove the opposite. 

The oddness of his comment distorted with another crack of thunder. 

“Seriously, Preston,” he waved at her. Almost impatiently. Almost because his tone was soft and encouraging, rather than annoyed or bored. His eyes gleamed in the darkness with something she couldn’t quite place, but that she selfishly hoped to remember come morning. “It’s not a big deal. I cuddle my friends all the time. But it is almost three am and we both need to sleep at some point.” 

“You don’t have to wait around for me,” she argued, voice weak at best. “Plus, it’ll be... weird.” 

“It won’t be weird,” he stated with a sigh. There was something vulnerable in his voice, though. Tomorrow, she would wonder if he did it reflexively or if he was trying to cover up something else. “Come on.”

Zoe bit her lip and looked at the storm outside, considering how much she did want to crawl into his arms despite everything. He had always made her feel safe, his arms tight around her, his breath hot on her throat as a reminder that he was real. And with her nerves fried from weeks of training and stress, she considered the possibility that doing so might actually get her to relax. 

Sighing, she relented. “Okay. Just until the storm passes, though.” 

"Just until the storm passes,” he said quietly. 

He smiled a little when she looked at him, but it was tight at the corners. It matched the stress ringing his eyes, the slight furrowing of his brows. An odd thought; she rarely saw Jake stressed about anything, let alone something as trivial as asking a girl to cuddle. 

“Okay,” she said again, this time more to herself as she tried not to linger on the look or the sound of his voice, the couch creaking beneath her as she moved. 

It was a little awkward at first; bumbling. 

Zoe tried to remain as small as possible as she fell into the space between him and the back couch cushion; him trying not to move her too much as he tried to put an arm beneath her shoulders; both of them struggling to remember the last time they had done something as intimate as this. 

“I told you,” she muttered. “Weird.” 

“So weird,” he replied. “It’s like we’ve never seen each other naked before.” 

They blinked at each other. Him almost in disbelief that he had just said that and her stunned that she didn’t really mind the joke all that much. And when Zoe shook her head with a laugh, Jake did too.  Something washed over them in the next moment. Something, not quite familiar, but peaceful. Not quite understood, but wanted. 

Together, their bodies seemed to mold to one another like muscle memory. 

Jake pulled her a little further onto his chest. She settled a knee between his legs while draping her free arm over his torso. His fingers skimmed where her sweatshirt had ridden up, shocks of warmth tingling along her spine from the simple touch. When she hitched her hip into a more comfortable position Jake settled his other hand onto the smooth indent of her leg. And when they were finally comfortable, they let out a deep, long breath in unison. 

Suddenly, the storm didn’t feel so near. 

“See?” he mumbled into her hair. His tone was breathy, and lacking the normal smugness that she had grown to hate over the years. “Better, right?”

There was a crack of thunder. 

Zoe held her breath until she realized that it was, in fact, getting further away, and as Jake pulled her a little tighter against his chest, she nodded. 

“Yeah,” her own tone was breathy. “Better.” 

They fell into a comfortable silence like that. The storm growing further and further away, their eyes adjusting to the dimness of the room, the rain playing a staccato pitter-patter on the window pane. Somewhere behind them the clock ticked away. However, for the first time that night, Zoe didn’t seem to mind. 

“What are you thinking about?” he asked. 

“Nothing.” 

“Liar,” his chest rumbled underneath her ear. “You have that look on your face.” 

“Look?” she frowned up at him.

Jake said nothing though, gave nothing away about which particular look he was talking about or how he could recognize it in such a poorly lit room. Maybe that was a question she didn’t want answered anyway.

He arched a brow and she relented. 

It never did take much prompting from him. Sometimes, when it came to Jake Seresin, she wondered if there was anything that she wouldn’t give up should he ask. 

“I’m thinking about how I hope it’s still raining in the morning so I can go for a run. Even if the tarmac is wet, I still like to run in the rain,” she told him, only the barest sliver of joking in her voice. She would like to go for a run in the rain. But, seeing as how they still needed to perfect their flight maneuvers, rain was not something that she wanted to deal with slowing her down. That thought alone had the humor leaching from her voice. “And… I’m thinking about the mission.” 

“Are you scared?”

She frowned. Was she?

“No,” she told him after a moment had passed, shaking her head against his shoulder. His breath hitched at the movement, and she forced herself to stop, assuming that her hair was tickling him. Instead, she cleared her throat while toying with the strings on her sweatshirt. “Not for myself, anyways. I guess I’m more worried about everyone else.” 

“It’s going to be okay.” 

“Maybe. Maybe not,” she admitted. Maybe everyone would be totally fine and they could all go out for drinks afterwards. Or maybe something would go wrong that would result in the loss of a teammate. Or maybe everything would go wrong resulting in no one making it home. “Do you think that…” 

He shifted, peering down at her through the darkness. “What?”

“What do you think is gonna happen when the mission is over? I mean, everyone is gonna get new stations; we’ll all get scattered. Probably around the world. Which sucks.”

Jake’s eyes tightened for a moment before his gaze darted to the window. “Rooster will visit you anywhere, you know. He’s made that fairly clear. He never stops talking about you when you’re in a training exercise without him.”   

“I know. But it’s not just him. It’s Phoenix and Bob and Yale and…” 

You. 

The word caught in the back of her throat. Unsaid, unspoken, but somehow still floating in the air between them before she was able to stop it. She felt Jake go stiff beneath her, and suddenly Zoe wanted to disappear into the couch cushions so that she wouldn’t have to face what was coming next. 

The flirty grin or sexual innuendo. The snarky comment. The rude rejection. 

Eyes shut, she didn’t notice the way that Jake’s gaze darted over every inch of her features in shock, or the way that he licked his lips nervously, or the way that his hand tightened ever so slightly on her hip. 

When he finally did speak, he said none of those things.

“You and Phoenix have been friends for years. She’s pretty committed to keeping you around, so she’s not just gonna forget about you. And neither will Bob. He’s a Southern gentleman, afterall. He’s probably been raised to write thank-you letters to every person he meets. Yale is an idiot, but he’s always on his phone. And as for…” Jake paused, licking his lips once more, before settling on, “the rest of us, we’re gonna miss hanging out with you. Miss the way that you get so fucking competitive at darts or sing completely off-key during workouts or obsessively knock your hand three times on the table before leaving for good luck.” 

Zoe frowned. Did she do that? She didn’t even know. 

“I’ll, ahem, we’ll miss you more than you could probably even realize. It’s not gonna be the same without you around. So don’t worry, you know. We’ll keep in touch.” 

“Yeah?” she blinked up at him. 

“Yeah,” he smiled. Toothy, but just a little bit cautious. “Definitely. Plus, everyone comes back to see Penny a couple times a year and she’s not even a pilot. You’re definitely better than her.” 

“Then Penny?” Zoe shook her head with an uncharacteristic giggle. She blamed it on the sleepless nights and the passing storm. “Not so sure about that. She gives you beer.” 

“A close second then.” 

She snorted. Jake winked. 

They didn’t argue it any further. Perhaps the only time in their history that she had let him call her second best without Zoe really minding all that much. 

And as the storm moved off into the distance, the pair found themselves enjoying each other’s company on the stuffy, common room couch more than they ever thought possible. Zoe liked that he was warm; the hothead took the nickname a little too literally, she thought, and seemed to radiate heat no matter what he was wearing. She also liked to listen to the steady beat of his heart. It played a different rhythm than the rain outside. One that was somehow more soothing to her in the darkness. And she liked the way that his hand seemed to subconsciously smooth circles on her leg. 

Maybe, she thought in a lucid state, she just liked Jake. 

Before she could dwell on that thought, he nudged her in the side. 

“Hm?”

“The storms past,” he told her. 

She didn’t see why that mattered all that much. “And?” 

“You can’t fall asleep here,” he whispered. She realized that he was right and pried her eyes open—not having realized she closed them in the first place—to find him looking at her with soft eyes and an even softer smile. “Stitch will dump a bucket of water on you if he finds you in the morning.” 

“He wouldn’t.” 

“Wouldn’t he?”

Ugh. He definitely would. 

“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered. “I’m coming.” 

“I’ve heard that before,” he laughed. 

Zoe waved him off as Jake sat up. He was careful not to give her an accidental elbow to the face, and while she pawed at her heavy eyes, he put his bowl into the sink. He returned a moment later to pry her hands away from her eyes. She swore his skin was burning rings around her wrists. 

“Don’t make me carry you to your room,” he said, fixing her with a mischievous look. 

She batted his hand away, actually afraid that he might. 

When Zoe stood, Jake was right there; firm chest pressed into hers, head tilted down as hers was tilted up, eyes gentle as they roved over her exhausted features. She had been thankful for the darkness a lot tonight; it hid her blushes and her screams and her worried looks. But right now, as they stood inches apart, Zoe wished it was a little bit brighter inside so that she might catch a glimpse of what he was thinking.

“Jake?”

“Yeah?”

She licked her lips, poked her cheek with her tongue, and finally decided the best thing to say was the easiest. “Thanks for… being a friend. This helped a lot.” 

Something indiscernible muddled his face. 

“Yeah, of course. Anything for a, uh, you know… friend,” he said, as if it had been the obvious thing to do, but his voice cracked a little at the end, and his eyes were a little too wide for him to blame it on sleep. Noticing, he cleared his throat. “Now seriously, come on, let’s get you to bed before it starts storming again.” 

He made for the door. 

Zoe frowned at the sudden absence of his warmth, not having even noticed how much she had been leaning towards him until he was gone. Her body almost ached at the loss; a reminder that, no matter how many times she promised herself that she was over him, there were some memories that would forever be ingrained into her muscles. 

Then, she thought about what he said. 

Gaze nervously flickering outside, her frown deepened, as she quickly followed. 

“But… it’s not going to, though, right?”

* taglist (thanks for asking!) @luckyladycreator2 @rosiahills22 @the-winter-marvel33  @chaoticassidy  @ashleyzhu0514 @fulla02 @puriini

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x oc #jake hangman seresin x oc #hangman imagine #hangman x oc #top gun maverick #top gun maverick imagine #fluff #more to come #i tried?

[belovedmuichiro]

Have a little birthday fic for the twins today 🥰

“…Yuichiro?”

Yuichiro jumps, snapping his head to where his younger, living twin sits under a beautifully green tree. He opens his mouth to speak, but resists, waiting for Muichiro to elaborate before anything; the vainest, faintest hope flaring in his chest.

“I didn’t mean to forget you,” he whispers, his voice trembling in a way it hasn’t since he was a child- something he hasn’t truly been in years. “I never… I never wanted to forget you. I can’t believe I ever did… I hope you believe me.” He trails off, lowering his eyes from the horizon to his lap, and gently clenches the fabric of his pants. It makes Yuichiro frown because of course he believes him. “I don’t even know if you’re watching me now.”

Ah, so he can’t see Yuichiro. Despite it being obvious, Yuichiro deflates with disappointment, and an overwhelming sense of helplessness fills his chest like water, making him blink away some hasty tears. Of course he can’t see him, Muichiro’s heart still beats and his lungs still breathe, he won’t see Yuichiro again until he dies, and the older twin could never, ever wish for that. But he wants Muichiro to see him, he wants it so, so bad. He wants to tell him he’s sorry, to encourage him to survive, to stop blaming himself for things that aren’t his fault. He wants to hug him like he used to before their parents died.

“I hope you are,” Muichiro continues, picking his head back up, “it is our birthday after all.”

And he wants to spend his birthday with him one more time.

Of course I’m here, Yuichiro thinks, completely unheard. Where else would he be? He’s been following Muichiro since the moment he died.

“I really miss you, I think I always have, even when I couldn’t remember you. There’s this empty feeling in my chest. I used to wonder what it was, where it came from and how to fill it. Now I know it’s you, and it’s something I can’t fix.”

Yuichiro brings a hand up to his own chest, his finger tips brushing his clothes delicately. He knows that feeling, the one that says something is missing, and it hurts more to know exactly what you need but not being able to have it. Still, he’ll bear the pain if it means Muichiro gets to live.

“I don’t want to fix it though, because I think it means that you were here. You were alive and apart of me. I’ll never truly be without you this way.”

Tears sting at Yuichiro’s eyes once again, and he doesn’t bother to blink them away this time.

“I wish you were here.” Muichiro’s voice dips into something lower, thicker with emotion, and his own eyes begin to gloss over with watery shine. “I miss you. I thought I couldn’t live without you, and I still feel like that sometimes.” A thick tear of his own pools around the rim of his minty eyes, and it spills over in a matter of seconds, followed by a flood of emotions until he’s crying completely. “I love you so much!”

The sight is too much to stand, so Yuichiro falls to his knees and follows his brother’s example of sobbing on the ground. “I love you too,” he croaks, but knowing he can’t hear him only makes him cry harder, broken wails escaping his lips that are so loud he surprises himself.

There’s no telling how long they cried together, but by the time their cheeks dried and the sobs were reduced to quiet hiccups, the sun began to lower behind the mountains far beyond them. Yuichiro, which is nose red and eyes swollen, looks to his brother, who wipes away the mess of his own broken face with his oversized sleeve. Muichiro doesn’t look his way, but he didn’t expect him to. Instead, he takes a shaky breath in that comes out smoother through his nose.

“Thank you, Yui,” he whispers, “you did everything you could to take care of me, I’d be dead without you.”

Yuichiro opens his mouth to argue, to snap that he was holding Muichiro back, that he was too harsh and cruel to him, but Muichiro cuts him off before he can say a word.

“I’m going to live happily now,” he declares, and for the first time since he sat down, he smiles. “We were born to be happy, and I want to live for that- for both of us. I can’t… I can’t live your life for you, but I want to live in honor of you and what you did to protect me. I hope that will be enough.”

Yuichiro sniffles, and lets out a last sob that sounds suspiciously like, “it is.���

Muichiro finally stands up then, dusting his pants free of the dirt and grass, and turns to where Yuichiro is standing. The wind carries his hair so majestically, the evening sun catching on the ebony of his hair, almost as if he’s the spirit and not Yuichiro. He looks so much older now, his eyes are dull but wiser, scars litter his body, especially his face, but he’ll always look like the kind, optimistic younger twin he once lived with.

“Happy birthday, Yuichiro.”

“… Happy birthday, Mui.”

…

The sun is completely gone by the time Muichiro heads inside, but the wisteria trees surrounding the estate allow him to relax as he settles in for the night. He sets out for his bedroom, running his hands down the walls of his home as he tip toes around the creaky wooden floor, when the feeling of many presences make themselves known. He pauses, his fight or flight instinct always prominent and ready to spring into action, but he doesn’t draw his sword. The feeling is human, and they’re down in the kitchen area, hardly a place of value if anyone was trying to rob him. Besides, he knows this feeling, so after a brief moment of hesitation, he heads down the hall.

There’s muffled giggles from some people, and the snappy hushing from others, but even if they were dead silent, Muichiro would know who they are.

He rounds the corner into a surprisingly lit room to find Senjuro, Genya, Kanao, Tanjiro, Nezuko, Inosuke and Zenitsu all standing around a table around a plated dish of furofuki daikon, his favorite food. Senjuro and Tanjiro look like they’re going to burst with laughter, while Genya and Zenitsu look mildly frustrated with them (clearly they were the ones laughing and shushing one another) while Kanao and Nezuko smile fondly at them. Inosuke is suspiciously interested in the food laid out before him.

When they finally notice Muichiro has entered the room (a solid 5 seconds after he walked in), their attention immediately shifts completely to him. “Happy birthday, Muichiro!” They shout in unison, except for Inosuke, who calls him, “Mist Boy.”

He blinks in surprise, his mind racing to catch up with the event unfolding before asking, “how did you know?”

Kanao smiles a little sheepishly, “Shinobu told me..”

“Ubuyashiki-san told us!” Tanjiro adds.

“Himejima-san told me,” says Genya.

“My brother told me,” Senjuro proudly declares.

It seems there’s a bit more people know about him than he realized.

His eyes drift down to the food, then to the gifts placed not so subtly under the table, then back to his friends, the ones who went out of their way to organize this, and he gives them a truly heartfelt smile. So this is the happiness he’s meant to experience.

“Thank you, guys.”

#my art #my writing #demon slayer #kimestu no yaiba #kny manga spoilers #muichiro tokito #yuichiro tokito #happy birthday to my boys 🥹🥹 #sorry for the lazy art but I really don’t have time for much more :// #anyway please enjoy 😊 #btw I read pink carnations mean I miss you soooo

[hopepaigeturner]

Loved the Michael drabble👏🏼 could we see maybe something about Lucy?

i’m so invested in this au😍

I'm so glad you're invested in this au! As always credit must go to the OG creator @bridgertonbabe.

Right, sorry for the delay, here is something I whipped up due to my procrastination. You're welcome 😉. It's the full version of my little drabble here. When Gregory bursts into her coffee shop a little worse for wear...

*~*~*~*~*~*

(Set before Two Steps From Reality)

I think it would be more useful if we had less voices in the room.

Lucy, with all due respect, I don’t think you can understand us…

“Yeah, not for lack of trying,” Lucy huffed, jerking on the knob, causing a jet of steam to billow from the coffee machine.

For she had always tried. Tried to keep up with her superpowered siblings. Tried to emulate their power even though she did not have the natural talent to do so. Tried to be happy when there was a successful mission even though she never belonged at the celebrations. Tried to be special or useful even if she was the utter opposite. Try. Try. Try. All she did was try and still it was never enough.

And now four new superpowered people had swanned in and pushed her further into the shadows.

Such as Hycainth stealing Gareth away to sleuth together. Or Daphne bantering flirtatiously with Simon. Or Anthony Bridgerton somehow able to have both Simon and Kate at his throat.

Wait—who are you again? Anthony Bridgerton had asked.

Typical. And Lucy had only wished to help. She had only wished to point out the discrepancy between the power levels of the Bridgertons in the field compared to the recorded ones in the Umbrella Academy. And no psychic powers or mechanics could account for the change. There was a missing piece of this puzzle that had yet to reveal itself.

Yet the volatile, destructive Bridgertons were allowed to stay. Even if they created more barriers with their closely guarded secrets. Her siblings were risking their lives trying to save the Bridgertons and the world. The Bridgertons should atleast have the decency to give some information about what her siblings could expect—even if that strange lightning storm had altered their original powers.

Wait—who are you again?

“Screw you, Anthony—effing—Bridgerton,” she seethed, slamming the till shut.

The lights flickered menacingly.

“Oh please, no!” her manager cried, walking in from the storeroom. He looked up at the lights, hands together in prayer. “Come on, guys,” he petitioned, “I can’t afford to replace you.”

Lucy smiled at the dramatics as the light returned to a smoother—albeit dimmed—yellow glow. Malcolm turned to her.

 “You alright kiddo? You know you didn’t have to come in, especially after all the craziness that’s been going on this past week.

“No, no, it’s fine. It’s quite nice to get away from the chaos in my house,” she replied. Malcolm sighed and patted her shoulder.

“You’re a lifesaver, Lucy. Between the fire and ice monsters, the electric outage and the tornado, I don’t know how you’re coping so well. I’m a nervous wreck—my wife ain’t no different seeing as the boys can’t go to school. I don’t know how you do it.”

Years of practice supressing emotions. Lucy wished to quip back. But instead, she said,

“It’s good of you to keep this place open. We’ve actually had a couple punters—it seems the end of the world doesn’t deter the coffee lovers.”

“Hallelujah,” Malcolm replied with a goofy grin. “But I think it’s about time we—oh, fiddlesticks.” Malcolm frowned at his phone.

“Does the missus need rescuing?”

“Err, yes, yes, she does. Would you mind?”

“No problem. I can pack up. You go play the dashing hero,” Lucy assured with a smile. The 'person left behind' was a role she knew well.

“Ah, Lucy! You’re the best. I’ll be sure to give you some more of the tips! I don’t know what I’d do without you!” he called, before closing the shop door.

You’d move on pretty quickly. Lucy thought. Just like everyone else.

Lucy sighed and flipped the sign on the door to ‘closed’. Just before she could lock the door her phone chimed as her sisters’ recorded voices pealed through;

“U gotta, Get'cha get'cha head in the game. U gotta, take’a take’a take’a take’a take’a your meds. Hey! Oh! Take your meds, ho—”

Lucy switched off the alarm and rummaged through her bag. She swore when she found the empty pill bottle. Come to think of it, she couldn’t quite remember the last time she took her meds, let alone when she renewed her prescription.

Suddenly, the door slammed open.

Lucy swivelled, grabbing the concealed knife in her boot, prepared to let it fly—

“Greg?” she cried.

“Please,” he wheezed, his brown hair as tumultuous as his eyes. “I don’t know where to go.”

He collapsed against a table and Lucy’s heart trilled. She rushed over as Gregory moaned and the lights flickered and swung.

“Greg—what—” she reached out, but he veered away.

“No, no! Don’t touch me!” Lucy tried again, “I said don’t touch me!” he shouted making Lucy stagger back.

“Greg?” her voice cracked as tears pooled in her eyes.

“I don’t—I don’t—I can’t—” he mumbled squinting with his eyes, shying away from the edge of the light. Lucy ran over and switched off all the lights, the whirring fan and the humming machines.

She returned to Gregory and pulled up a chair next to him, first aid kit in hand.

After a couple moments, Gregory unfurled himself and Lucy got another look at his battered face. Split lips, bruises up the temple, cut across his cheek, a swollen jaw, and even a singed eyebrow.

“Oh Greg,” Lucy whispered, resisting the urge to touch him. “What’s happened?”

Gregory looked at her, the ocean blue of his eyes choppy. Then he burst into tears.

Lucy didn’t think twice, but instantly wrapped her arms around him as his sobs resounded through the café and stained her shirt.

“It’s all gone wrong,” he cried, “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to fix this.”

“Let’s not worry about that yet,” Lucy soothed, brushing away his tears. “First things first. I need to assess your wounds. Then dress them. Then we can talk.”

“Lucy—I—”

“Why not tell me your theory about the original star wars trilogy?”

“Why?”

“I’m interested.” When he seemed hesitant, she repeated, “I’m always interested in what you have got to say.”

“Alright…okay…well, um, it starts off with the fact that originally, Jar Jar Binks was going to be a Sith Lord…”

As Gregory rambled, Lucy managed to inspect him, even able to strip him down to the waist—although she had to cut his shirt to do so. Among a surprisingly well-toned physique was a nightmarish mauling of bruises, cuts and-–stab wounds? On his left arm was a prominent burn patch, the size of a handprint. Around his wrist an ugly scar that looked like a lighting bolt. Up his side, strange, puckered scars like the ones leeches or suckers left. However, the largest was the seeping red wound above his right hip. One caused by a jagged slash, with the tip of the blade still embedded in the flesh.

Lucy’s stomach trembled.

“Gregory why do you have a knife in your spleen?”

“Collateral damage,” he huffed, gritting his teeth as Lucy’s fingers feathered over the wound.

“From what?”

“You know it’s been a bit crazy this past week. Hectic, chaotic.”

“Did you decide to run towards the chaos?”

Gregory winced.

“I can’t help it; I usually just follow the crowd.”

“Your family must be worried sick.”

“Yeah…my family,” Gregory swallowed thickly, then suddenly rushed on, “But its not as bad as it was. I tried to take the blade out but it broke.”

Lucy stared at him.

“I’m sorry, do you even know basic first aid?”

“What?”

“You never take the blade out. Typically, if it is stuck then it is plugging the wound. Removing it releases pressure and blood.”

Gregory’s face went paler.

“Am I going to die?”

Lucy huffed.

“No, no you’re not.” She shone her phone light closer. “Regardless, you wouldn’t have been able to do too much anyway.” Lucy continued, finally getting a good look at the blade—a smooth line from where it had broken from the hilt. “These types of knives are rare but crafty, they intentionally break whenever you try to remove them so that the blade remains stuck. As a result, the pain is prolonged and healing process very slow.”

“I see…” Gregory remained silent for a couple moments. “Lucy, how do you know all of this?”

Lucy didn’t dare look up. For she couldn’t tell him that she, along with her siblings, had brought a set of eight such daggers for Simon on his 30th birthday. A special set that had his silver signature engraved on the tip—a mess of scribbles that held no significance to anyone but the thrower, just like the tag of a graffiti artist.

Instead, she shrugged and said,

“You have your obsessions, I have mine.”

Before he could ask further, Gregory coughed, falling forward slightly and putting his hand on Lucy’s shoulder. Something thrummed through her as if her senses had come alive, her mind swirling, radiating from her revelation. For her torch had finally got a good look at the wound—especially a recognisable silver signature peeking from the flesh.

Gregory reared back as if stung.

“I’m sorry, I ‘m so sorry, I didn’t—” he coughed again, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth.

The swirling inside of Lucy settled as her eyes settled on him.  

“Gregory Bridgerton,” she whispered. Gregory looked up at her, eyes frantic. “You’re the missing piece.”

*~*~*~*~*

Ta Da! A bit cobbled togehter. The only other drabble I have for Lucy is why Lucy had to forget her powers. But that's for another post when I've got more time 😂.

#the umbrella academy au #lucy abernathy #bridgerton family #bridgerton #gregory bridgerton #grucy #procrastination is a powerful tool #hurt and a little gore #but what's new for this au? 😂 #hope answers

[starsdies]

lighthouse anon again and i’m still screaming how much i love this au i’m just imagining obi-wan railing anakin and his cries mix with the waves crashing outside, the two of them together up in the lighthouse with anakin’s hair plastered over his forehead as he watches obi-wan work with wonder in his eyes, the two of them sitting on an edge of one of the crags too close to be natural but not as close as they want watching the water slam into the rock like damn 😔 i wish that was us. im VIBRATING

anon i hope you know you gave me SO MUCH motivation to write a little for this au in my lil spare time. i haven't written much through holidays and i missed them <3 but ur SO right i love the tender intense vibes of this. obi-wan's favorite sounds are the waves but he now maybe it's second best bcos anakin is a loud boy and obi-wan adores it. obsessed with them sharing coffee together while looking out over a foggy sea morning and anakin smells like the firewood he's been tending to in the little mini house obi-wan has attached to the lighthouse :( i need them. here's a small little snippet from what i've already began writing! not much rn but for u anon:

Anakin Skywalker is shivering outside his door, yet his chill bitten lips quirk up when Obi-wan finally makes his way down the winding staircase. 

“Mr. Kenobi,” he greets, voice much smoother than the ones that filter through Obi-wan’s usual transmissions. “Shouldn’t you be inland?”

“Surely you don’t think a little storm would push me inland, Anakin,” he perks his brow, glancing behind to Anakin's delivery. “I trust your travels were kind to you?”

Anakin inches past him once invited, the scent of sea salt clinging to him. 

“You know me,” he teases, “piece of cake.” 

#anon #ask #lighthouse au #obikin #my snippets

[seelestia]

i mean tbf harry potter is always a delight to rewatch. my comfort childhood movie~

hljlasdjkasd you alright?? have you been sleeping enough??

lol he would!! and when you accuse him of thinking of doing nefarious things with the invisibility cloak he'll flash you that faux innocent pout, "whatever do you mean, dear? how could you accuse me of such a thing?" i can definitely heizou running everywhere investigating all the curious things in the school... probably unlocked the chamber of secrets on his second year lol

YAASSSS he had the best 'azaaaar!' in the cutscene out of all the versions hahah oh dw the day it comes out if i'm not busy with family matters i would be frothing on my tumblr, look forward to me making a fool out of myself hskdjkd RIGHT??? i would love a mechanic like that hahah imagine other interesting combos like ayato-ayaka, or zhongli-xiao, or even between all the archons!!

i got 100% exploration on 3 areas!!! but now i'm sick of mond scenery oof lol it was relaxing tho you're absolutely right the fact that i get to leisurely admire zhongli as he runs around is a huge plus too no but i get you!!! looking for the oculi is just frustrating esp. for inazuma and sumeru... i don't blame you for pulling out guides cause i would too lol

I SAW lol i already can feel my brother rolling his eyes at me like 'don't you have enough anemo characters????' lmao- i'm gonna reply him with a haughty 'lalala can't hear you peasants i'm too busy flying around' once i got my hand on him :p

i have a feeling al haitham is gonna be a jerk and make me use my cc but let's hope not...

oh yeah i figured you would hahah woo 80 fates let's go!!! he'll come home early to his beloved, i'm sure! <3 if he don't he probably got distracted by paperwork lbrh i would love to get him too but i shall keep my expectation low... yesyes BEST OF LUCK FOR US BOTH 🙏🏻

i wasn't able to watch 3.3 stream live but i hope you had fun!! i'll probably check out the uploaded video today with my brother hehe and omg yes pls remember my spirit will be with you when you wish, i'm cheering you on with my pompoms :3

hskdjskdjs pls don't crack my husband's joints /j but like. wouldn't your fiance's joints crack too since he's sitting on that desk of his doing his paperworks for like... what, 16 hours a day? /j

also, food and water reminder!!!! <3 <3 <3

it is! i can never get enough of the world building in that series like LET ME IN, I WANNA GO THERE (and then zoom out when voldemort arc comes /j) 😮‍💨 my comfort movies all happen to be stopmotion like coraline, corpse bride, and book of life. i'd recc coraline because it's spoopy with a sprinkle of whimsicality ✨ do you have any other comfort movies you'd recc, rin jie?? i'll deffo try watching them in my spare time >:)

that fake innocence and cheekiness is what makes ayato so frustratingly kissable <//3 do i pinch him or do i kiss him jfkefjeks ngl, this helped me realize how much of a tsundere i can be at times 🚶and so true, heizou's life is just full of interesting events LOLLL i have a feeling most of the teachers would be frustrated with him, pfft. but late night adventures with heizou and sneaking out together.... cries.

ALSO. tugging zhongli to sit down with you and have a movie night — but the moment you lay your head on top of his chest, your eyelids just flutter to a close. the man's chest could rival any other pillows fjekkfjeks and for me, i think heizou would absolutely enjoy movie nights like he is the type to nerd out about his theories or his thoughts on a movie's ending... and i'm just there, snoozing against him halfway through the movie. why pillows when you can sleep on your beloved's chest >>> (/lh)

dw, i'm alright! i'm just glad december is coming soon 🤧 and i think i'll be able to post my vaporize entry soon too! it went from a long fic to a more condensed version with the same concept, but i hope the progress will be smoother this time~ and this is an interaction i imagine between zhongli and his walking bank: "ah, mr. zhongli! before we go, i wanted to let you know that i... uh, didn't bring my wallet today." "...oh, i see." (no mora will be spent today, i'm afraid /lh)

ngl, i am a little eager to see alhaitham's drip marketing too because it is likely i'll pull on his banner for kaveh, so we'll see if i get to reach pity for the scribe or not fjejjdjke AND DO SEND ME SCREENSHOTS OF SCARA WHEN YOU GET HIM 👀 it's for... research purposes, yes. also because i like the way he can float upwards LOLLL calamities just fall from the sky these days... a huge rock of order and punishment, then air blades from an angy floating guy with a hat 🫡

the stream was so fun! because i let out the loudest yell into my blanket when i saw ayato on the 2nd phase banner. it was a cry of joy because yes, my months of farming will be worth it 😭 if ayato comes home early and i still have lots of wishes left, i might pull for ei because i really like her playstyle and i have the catch at r5, hehe. and ty for cheering me on, rin jie! take care while you're on your break, ok?? we'll wait for you <3

#let's just collectively agree that both our husbands suffer from backaches 🤝 (/j) #and ty for the reminder! make sure to hydrate and eat your meals too >:) <3 #ask box! 📬 #visitor: dearest rin! 💠

[ducknotinarow]

Richard: Are you really that good of an influence on Buddy? You know deep down he'll grow and leave, much like you did your own parents. History is doomed to repeat; you won't admit it, but you know you'll end up being just like your parents - one way or another.

| Harres my Muse The words are sharp and painful to hear because how often had those words been in his mind before? Was he a good influence for his son to follow? Will Buddy do as he did? bind thier time till they were able to leave? Count down the moments till they were free? How long till Richard was like Thomas and Meldoy. Imposing his own wants and more on his child. Taking away the option of even having a choice in the first place. It was always fear and it got worse when they brought Buddy into thier home and took them in as thier own. Richard would never say it but he second guesses every parenting choice when it came to Buddy in fear of all of that.

It didn't mean he liked what was being said to him of course it was one thing for Richard to carry these thoughts and worries in him but it was another for someone else to aim this at him to accuse and assume things they knew nothing about. They held no right to even have the room to talk and say.

"I wonder all the time if I am a good influence on my son. My son is very impressionable after all. They tend to copy and parrot everything I do even the things Bailey does at times. I know there are things I do that wish my son wouldn't follow and make into thier own habits but I'm full of myself enough to think I can be a good influence on my son for the very fear you bring up. That will be just like my own parents." They never did a thing for Richard but that didn't mean they didn't at least offer a lesson to follow. "I am not someone who is good with change, I am stuck in my ways because I think they are fine. Why fix what isn't broken kind od thought, but for my son? I will break from my mold even if it's uncomfortable. I left home because I never wanted to be like either of my parents. I am turely my parent's child as much as I like to pretend so I have thier traits. But I grew up with them so I know the kind of parent I don't want to be. I want to be the parent I wish I had and be that for Buddy." He expresses a little. Eyeing coffee in hand as he gave the ceramic mug a little jerk to swirl the content inside. "I try to be patient with my son, I try to be understanding. I may not get everything they talk about but I would never put them down for their interests. I'll go isn't in the dirt and build bug hotels after spending hours of time online trying to learn what that is and what materials would hold up the best under the weather conditions just to save my son tears." Did that make Richard a good father? or was Richard just trying to avoid future issues he wasn't sure he just knew he hated when Buddy cried when they lost thier 'friends' so he wanted to help them. "If Buddy one day leaves the nest I like to think it isn't because Buddy is being like me, Buddy may be a mini-me at times but Buddy has things I never had when I was a kid. Buddy has a father who loves them unconditionally. Who will smoother them in thick soft feathered hugs? That tells them He is proud of them for everything they do." he smiles it should be clear who he is talking about "Buddy doesn't only have me. Buddy has me and Bailey. Bailey and I are a good team I like to think We support Buddy in all they do. If they want to learn how to make coffee I teach them, to play music Bailey teaches them. If Buddy wants to take part in school events we go to everything and make sure they get there. Buddy has me at my best if I'm not doing something right I try to correct it. I try to listen to them I try to protect them from what I can. I try to parent the best I can. I can read every book about being a dad." And if one were to look at his books from home and even work a parenting book or two can be easily spotted. "Thing is I don't know if I am a good influence I don't know if many parents do either." He's a bit quiet now turning his thoughts over in his mind. Smiling softly to himself now.

"What I do know is that I love that kid. When they first came into my café, I didn't know what to think of them. I never planned on having a kid even after Bailey and I got married. But when I look at Buddy when they stare up at me with those pink and blue eyes. A giant wide smile as they express thier love and passion over whatever it is that has them so hooked. Maybe a bug, maybe a new friend they made at school, after eating as fresh new coffee bean they dipped in peanut butter, when they are happily asleep head rested on the pages of thier book." He just smiles more "I love that kid with all my heart. I'm not always the best I don't know how to be the most open but there isn't anything in this world that I wouldn't do for my son. I would go to the ends of the earth just to cheer them up over the smallest disappointment. So I like to think I am still avoiding the fear I have. I like to think my son knows I am giving them my absolute best more even. I would hate if I ever crushed my son's spirit the way my own parents did with me. Do I fear my son going out into the world and getting hurt? of course. Do I get too protective because of it? again yes of course. But I know my son and I want my son to have whatever they wish in life if I can help I will. Am I the best father?" his ego would love to say yes and brush this all away but right now? "I don't know, but I will be the best father to Buddy."

#muse| richard evans alder #aflockoffeathers #madamkezzie #[the house that you live in dont make it a home aflockoffeathers] #harras my muse meme #stayed qeued #((he dosen't know but that won't stop him from being the best for his son anyway ;3;))

[cantalouupe]

good boy

nsfw!!! sub!xiao x f!reader

edging, breeding, (very) mild possessive behavior, public sex, praise kink, blowjob, handjob, voyeurism (sort of??), kitty is used as a nickname i think, he’s wearing the collar from this fic

Xiao is a good boy.

Always listens and behaves himself, letting you play with him however you wish. Especially after the collar incident, he’s very pliant, allowing you to do more because you both know he loves it.

Speaking of the collar incident, he hasn’t taken it off since. Every time you see him now, that thick leather band is wrapped snuggly around his neck, with the four golden letters attached glinting whenever the light touches it. Purple splotches adorn the space all around the collar from time spent with you sucking on his skin while riding him until he cries.

His neck, you think, looks like a piece of art. You quite like it that way, and continue to darken the marks anytime they seem to fade.

Today is no different than any day. You go up to the top balcony at Wangshu Inn where he resides and expect to see him gazing out at the sky, looking as pretty as ever, and you’ll get to spend the day together.

Except that’s not where he is at all.

Walking out on him slumped back in a chair with that black collar around his neck and a hand pumping furiously at his cock was far from anything you thought you’d come across him doing, but there he is.

He notices you quick, eyes that are as wide as saucers staring up at you from his spot. You give him a small, teasing look and go to sit in the chair beside him.

It’s quiet for a few moments - his body completely rigid while you relax into your seat - until you break the silence.

“Aren’t you going to show me how to do it?” Of course, you already know, but you’d never miss an opportunity to see Xiao take himself apart.

He does, his hand wrapping back around himself to give a few shaky tugs. Seeing the way his hand shook, he must be nervous - he’s never had anyone watch him get off before.

Once he starts feeling it, though - lips parting for small whimpers to fit out, grip around himself tightening while he moves it faster up and down his length - he seems to calm back down.

You watch him quietly, letting him enjoy himself a little, bask in the feeling of his hand jacking himself off.

He’ll look up once in a while, as if wondering whether you’re still there and looking, but immediately whips his head back down to stare at his hard cock when you meet his eyes.

What a good boy. So sweet and shy despite being taken apart by you nearly every time you visit.

Once his hips start canting upwards and his breaths begin to speed up you stop him, gripping his wrist in order to cease his movements. He’s flushed and his chest rises and falls, hand falling down to his side.

You pat his thigh, “good kitty.”

It’s your turn now, both of your eyes glued to your own hand that turns into a fist and gives one single pull.

“A little dry, don’t you think?” You question, and he makes a noise of confusion when your hand releases his cock. “Need to get it wet.”

A look of realization flashes in his lidded eyes as he watches you lean down to spit onto the head of his length. It runs down the sides, all the way down to drip onto his balls. He shivers and whines at the sensation.

You take your job of getting him nice and slick a step further and lean the rest of the way down to take him into your mouth. Slowly, your head slides down, all the way until your lips touch the base.

“Oh god,” he practically sobs, moving lightning fast to grip at the back of your head. “Oh god oh god oh god oh god-“

You hold your head there as long as you can, his dick pushing against the back of your throat. It’s a lot for him, his hips would be kicking into your mouth if you hadn’t taken him all the way in already. A constant stream of moans leave him while you have your mouth around him.

After a quick decision to have a little fun, your head begins to bob up and down, tongue gliding wet along the side of his shaft. The hands that gripped at the back of your head pushed now, and his hips jumped to get himself further inside your warm mouth.

Again, you let him enjoy it for a while, his noises like music to your ears.

He must have been close from his first edge, and began to climb in volume, alerting you that he was getting close once more.

You indulge him, giving him sucks that had him crying out your name. He got really close this time, thighs and abdominals tensing with the oncoming orgasm.

The sensation of wet lips leave him right in that minute and he almost sobs. Your thumb and pointer go to squeeze the base of his cock, successfully cutting off his orgasm right before it came.

He falls back against his chair, eyes closed shut tight while he catches his breath and tries to go away from the edge. You rub comfortingly at the top of his thigh.

“You got really close there, huh?” He gulps in another big breath and nods in response.

A praise leaves you before you even though about it. “You held on so well. Good boy.”

His cock twitches at that and you grin, giving his thigh a pat.

Really, he is such a good boy. All for you, too - you love it.

When his heavy breathing finally devolves into lighter pants is when you choose to continue pleasuring him. With your hand in a circle shape, you hover right above his length.

“Ready?” You didn’t wait for a response, basking in the sound that rips from his throat when your fist slides down onto him.

This must feel much better than when he first jacked his cock, because the slide is smoother and allows you to create a fast rhythm that has his head falling backwards.

“‘S good, ‘s so good.” He moans so prettily with your hand around him, crying out pleas for more whilst his hands find purchase on the arms of the chair.

“Yeah?” You ask, closing your hold on him a little tighter. “It’s good? I bet you’re already close, huh?”

You didn’t need to ask that, already knew he could probably come any minute - but the way he reacts to your words, the way he answers your questions makes you speak often.

“Mnh-“ Any response he had dies quickly. Glancing up to him, you see his mouth open, moans and words getting caught in his heavy breaths and pants.

“Oh, look at you,” you coo, quickening your pace until his hips were fucking up into your fist and he was tensing with another oncoming orgasm.

Such a good boy, you think while your hand slips up the shaft of his wet cock.

“I can come this time? Please?”

He’s so sweet that you feel a bit bad making him hold back longer. Your hand slows and desperately he shakes his head at you.

“Not yet, kitty.” When he attempts to make your hand speed back up by covering it with his and pulling it up, you let go of him completely.

“So greedy today,” you tut, finger going to tap teasingly at his tip. “We haven’t even gotten to the main event.”

His head perks up a little at that.

Normally, you would straddle and ride him until the two of you were coming, but today you wanted to do things a little different.

Luckily you had brought a blanket along with you the last time you visited him. It had been night, a little chilly and so you had taken a soft fleece-y material blanket in your bag so you could relax on the balcony with Xiao without being cold.

It was folded atop the little table near where you sat, so you snatched it up and laid it out on the wooden balcony floor. It wouldn’t be the most comfortable but it would suffice - you’re sure your level of comfort won’t matter once the two of you finally start what you had planned.

You shed your clothes, fighting a smile when you catch him staring from the corner of your eye. Your head tilts slightly when you turn to face him. “Are you going to join me?”

His eyes were wide and he looked a little distant, but he followed suit, fumbling out of his clothes and joining you onto the blanket you had laid out.

“Kiss me,” you advise, pulling his head away from its spot against your neck, where he’d been sucking and biting at.

“I don’t want to kiss.”

The way his eyes follow your lips tell a different story than his words. He always does that - claims that he doesn’t want to kiss you, as if he’s playing hard to get. As if he doesn’t melt against you right when you place your lips on his.

Unconsciously, his lips chased yours after you pulled away. You laughed into another kiss, murmuring “you’re so needy,” against him.

He whines, not even denying what you told him.

“Kitty,” you call him to attention. “You’re going to do something for me, okay?”

He nods, enthusiastic to do whatever you needed. When you lean down onto your back and spread your legs, though, his brain malfunctions.

“You want to fuck me?”

Xiao hasn’t ever fucked you before. You were always atop him, grinding and riding his cock while he sat brainless and on the edge beneath you. It was somewhat of a reward to him for being such a good boy all the time - you were curious to see how he’d react.

A small shuffle forward, unsure of the new position that put him in some position of control. You widened the space between your legs more to accommodate him, having him slide forward all the way until his cock was resting on top of your cunt.

“Go ahead,” you encourage lightly.

You hear him take a small, steadying breath, before you feel the press of his head against your hole. You’re wet and ready for him so he slips in without a hitch.

As soon as he’s inside, he can’t seem to stop the noises he makes. “Wet, n’ tight, it’s so good- I-“

His hips slid back and bumped forward and he let out a long moan.

“I won’t last. I’ll come, I’ll come.”

A small coo, reaching out to wrap your hand lightly around his neck. “Not yet, kitty. Can you fuck me?”

You don’t need to ask him twice. The feel of your hot cunt around his cock is always so much for him, so once he starts thrusting you know he won’t last long.

“You know,” you murmur into his ear, “i was thinking. You should come inside me.”

Even though he always come inside, the thought still has him whimpering out a plea.

“You can breed me,” you add, “and make me all yours.”

That was new. He must like the idea of that, because he pistons in harder, faster, in a way that has your head falling back in pleasure.

“All mine,” he repeats, “all mine.”

“Mhm, all yours.” You regain your composure as best you can so you can continue speaking. “Wouldn’t that be nice? Breed and fill me up so much it’s leaking out. Do you want that?”

You wish there was a way you could record his reaction. He had paused half-thrust, whole body shuddering at the thought of doing what you suggested. It was so sweet, the minute he had to take so he didn’t come right on the spot.

Already, he was close, voice high and loud while he keeps fucking you. You assume he isn’t used to the work it takes to fuck into you repeatedly like this, but he’s doing so well that you give him some sweet praises that mix with your breathy moans.

He’s such a good boy.

“Can I come, c’n I come, please- oh fuck.”

“Aw, you want to fill me up?” He whines high at that, collapsing into you while his hips work hard against yours.

You don’t give him permission, letting him get desperate while you get closer to the edge yourself. For not being experienced in doing the fucking, he was hitting so good inside you, so good that you were clamping down onto his cock.

He was so loud you were surprised no one came up here worried and wondering what was going on - truthfully this has been going on long enough for them to have figured it out.

More please spew from him, and, a little out of it, you nod.

With a few harsh final pushes inside, he releases, and the feeling of his load inside you has you tipping over as well. The rhythmic pulses of your cunt around him, milking him of every last drop makes his hips kick and a pathetic little overstimulated sob leave him.

“Mine,” he says breathlessly to nobody in particular - just voicing it.

What a good boy.

#genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin xiao #sub!xiao #xiao x reader #xiao smut

[whumpzone]

Linden & Colton - 18

(masterpost)

and so the slow process begins

CW: pet whump, dehumanisation, discussions of intelligence

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Pet- Colton, Colton didn’t realise he’d been asleep until he woke up. He had dreamt of nothing. How he had slept after the stress of yesterday was beyond him.

He suddenly saw Master in his room, a place he’d never been before, stood in the corner waiting for him to wake up and face his punishment. He cried out, pulling himself up and raising his hands protectively.

But-

He blinked. It was a shadow. The gap between the old wardrobe and the wall. Tall, thin, quiet. Just like Master. But Col was alone and he let out a long breath.

Master had probably heard him yell, though. He’d be here soon. So Col wasted no time and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He turned back to tuck his little teddy bear Chu under the covers, where Colton felt it was safe, and headed out into the corridor. Here, he was fair game. He didn’t know why Master never entered his room, but he had stuck to it vigilantly so far. It only made Col feel more aware of his own vulnerability as soon as he stepped through the door.

Master was downstairs, doing a puzzle in the local newspaper, and he looked up as Colton approached. His face brightened into a smile, the biggest he’d ever seen. Master never smiled like that. Col had to fight against the urge to freeze or drop to his knees.

“Good morning, Col,” he said, showing all of his teeth.

Oh, god. Master wanted him to reply. He wanted words, now. He finally knew that Col had been hiding them all this time, and he wanted to delve in, find out how he could twist them and use them to stroke his own ego and entrench his slave’s subordination.

Or perhaps he just wanted to hear his Pet wish him a good morning for the first time. Stop fucking overthinking.

“Good morning,” he ducked his head in reverence, “Master.”

“Wow. I still can’t believe you can speak. I’m so- I’m so proud of you, Col.”

What? Why? “…Please forgive me for not speaking sooner.”

“It’s my fault,” he sighed, which made Col tense up even more. “I just- wow. Where to start? Well, come, sit, have breakfast with me. Cereal?”

He gestured at the box already on the table. Colton obediently sat and took it in his hand with almost no trouble. Master noticed, and nodded happily. He was certainly pleased. It still made Col very uneasy, but he did seem to be doing something right.

He had never heard Master speak in such an excited tone, before. But he was silent while Pet- Col- ugh- made himself his breakfast. He could feel Master’s eyes on him. He was allowed to take the first bite, and then the interrogation began. It was obvious Master had a lot of questions.

“So- okay, first, what made you speak, yesterday? I never asked.”

Colton chewed and swallowed. It helped his throat feel a little smoother, although it was still very rough from disuse. His voice was small and unsure. “You… I saw- I saw Jaffa. At the bottom of the stairs. But I didn’t mean to- I’m n-not accusing you of anything, I know you wouldn’t hurt her I just, I wasn’t sure if you had… seen her, Master.”

He flicked his eyes up to Master, to gage his response. He had just accused Master of being a bad pet owner. Of being neglectful of Jaffa. Master seemed to parse this information, and then smiled.

“She does blend in, doesn’t she? Too bloody well sometimes. I’m so glad you stopped me. And that was so, so kind of you Col. Well done.”

He just nodded, and turned his face away. He supposed…. Master saw it as him looking out for Jaffa, rather than undermining his intelligence. That was a lucky escape for him. He knew that with his old master, any sign of insubordination would have been swiftly beaten out of him.

“Colton,” Col looked up. Master looked scary. Why was he smiling that like? What was he thinking? Col didn’t feel any closer to understanding him. “I know this is new, and I know you’ve not spoken in months. I won’t make you do loads of it, okay? We can take it slowly.”

“Thank you, Master,” he hazarded, although he didn’t see why Master hadn’t just forced him to speak from day one, if he wanted it this badly.

“God, but it makes me realise, I know so little about you. And now- I can ask. And if you want, you can reply. I’m really happy.”

“There’s nothing to know, Master. I’m just a Pet,” he mumbled. The spoon faltered in his hand. Cutlery was still a challenge.

“I know you’ve got a busy brain in there,” Master pointed a slender finger at his slave’s head, to emphasise his point. “I know you’re bursting with thoughts and ideas.”

This made Col look up, properly. An accusation like that came with dire consequences. “No, n-n-no, I’m not, I promise, I exist to serve o-only, I’m just a dumb Pet. Yours to use as you please.” Spoken exactly as his old master had taught him. Well- he would have been belted for stammering. He was out of practice.

Should he kneel? Well, yes, he should, but was it right, when he knew Master liked him on the furniture? But, god, he had to prove his point, he couldn’t let Master think he was starting to rebel, or forget his place.

Bitterly, he thought about how he knew this would happen. This was why Pets didn’t speak.

“Whoa, okay, it’s okay. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just meant- you’re not stupid, are you? I can tell. And that’s a good thing.”

Col just stared at his hands. He wanted to pause time, step out of his body, and float away. Somewhere without any questions, or expectations, or constant riddles. He was stupid. He knew that much.

Master’s voice brought him back to reality. Glancing at him, Col saw his smile had grown even bigger. His skin prickled.

“I think you’re Welsh.”

“M-Master?”

“You definitely are. You’ve got an accent. You’re Welsh, Col. Wow, now I’m kind of sad. Like, how on earth did you end up here?”

What was he implying? “I’ve… always been a Pet,” Col tried, but it was clear he didn’t believe himself, and from the way Master’s eyebrow slowly raised, he didn’t believe him either.

Colton had always been dimly aware that there was an other him, who had taken up the before-time. He was the one whom his old master had had to train so effectively, he was the one who had all the bad thoughts and urges. Col knew he didn’t start as a Pet. Or else his old master wouldn’t have had to torture him like that for so long.

He was a ghost in Colton’s brain, and Col didn’t know if he was locked away or completely dead. Were parts of him still hiding somewhere, curled up in a place that old master couldn’t ever reach? Or had he been completely laid out and hacked to pieces, until only Col remained. Thinking about it made him want to burst into tears. Some nights, when his mind was loosened by sleep, he felt like he missed him so much.

. . .

Linden didn’t push it. He knew most Pets didn’t retain any memories from before their conditioning. He shouldn’t have asked, really. Just… the realisation that Col had a background, he had lived before becoming the trembling man before him, made Linden ache.

He still wanted to curl up whenever he thought about how long he left it before he realised Col could speak. He hadn’t wanted to push him, there were a myriad of ways he could have been made permanently mute, and he had pretty much fallen into a routine at this point. But the knowledge that all this time, Col was patiently waiting for the chance to talk, probably wondering why Linden wouldn’t let him- oh, christ. He was so embarrassed and ashamed.

He suddenly had so many questions all on the tip of his tongue, that he couldn’t think where to start. He also really didn’t want to bombard the poor boy. But still… just a few, surely, wouldn’t hurt?

“So obviously I’ve named you Colton, but, if you actually do have a name, please tell me. We can use that one instead.”

Colton shook his head. “My name before was- was Pet.”

“Pet?”

“Yes, Master. Or bitch, or, um, mutt. Or toy.”

He hid it well, but Linden could see the shame in Col’s face. At least that meant he realised how fucked up it was.

“Those aren’t fu- those aren’t names,” he growled. “That’s just plain cruel. You don’t deserve that. Do you like being Colton? It’s not too late to choose another name for yourself, love.”

Col waited until he had swallowed down another spoonful of cereal before he spoke. That seemed good, to Linden. He didn’t feel pressured to reply immediately.

“Colton is a nice name, Master. It’s not my place to have likes or dislikes but I, uh, I am happy with it.”

Another quick glance at his face. Linden was getting used to them by now. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Jaffa rolling around.

“Likes, dislikes, they’re fine. Don’t worry about that. But if you like the name, then it’s yours until you say otherwise. Oh, and- don’t worry about calling me Master. Honestly.”

Col stopped chewing, his shoulders hunching up suddenly. “I’m sorry, M-, uh, sir, sorry. I didn’t realise I shouldn’t, I’m sorry, I know- know that’s not an excuse. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he soothed. Sir was fine, he decided. From the way Colton had panicked, he didn’t want to push it any further. “You didn’t know.”

“Thank you, I’m- I’m sorry, sir.”

“You’re fine, you’re good. You’re doing great with talking, Col. I’ll put the kettle on.”

He had long learnt to pick his battles. Hearing Colton talk about being a toy to be used made him fucking sick, but he could tell that sentiment was deeply, deeply ingrained. He knew a recital when he heard one. Those weren’t his words. They were a tiny window into whoever had fucked him up like this.

. . .

Master was sir now, when Colton spoke. Col could learn that. But it didn’t change anything, right? Master still wanted him, didn’t he?

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as usual, the first half of the taglist:

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#linden and colton #pet whump #deconditioning

[plush-rabbit]

The Start of a Family

Picture Perfect Series

Warnings: Sickness, Forced Pregnancy, Noncon

Word Count: 2.9K

A/N: I love being a degenerate with him

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The sound of your door creaks, footsteps light as they make themselves to your bed. You let out a low whine, turning over onto your back, your hands loosely grasping at the sheets. The bed dips and you mumble your partner’s name. You believe it to be Danny, you're so sure of it, yet the hands that hold your face and they feel off. The skin is smooth, pressing into your cheeks without the press of nails. You feel off. It’s a slight feeling that twists at your stomach and you’re unable to figure out why. You open your eyes, your vision blurry and mind delirious with sleep, the only thing you’re able to make out is white, blurry at the edges and mixed with black and in your state, you think it's Danny coming home from work.

You whimper his name, closing your eyes and reaching your hands to grab at his face. However, instead of stubble that pricks your skin, it’s plastic, almost rubber in it’s feel and your hands edge towards the middle, meeting mesh. You open your eyes, blinking harshly in an effort to erase sleep from your eye but in that moment, a hand covers your mouth. It’s heavy and forceful, covering the lower half of your face, the body now above you, legs straddling you and the full body weight pressed onto you, digging into your hips. Your eyes widen, and beneath the hand, the name of your partner is muffled. You believe it to be a sick joke but when your lamp turns on, the glaring light shooting against your face, your blood turns into ice. You go rigid, your hands trying to pry off the one on your face, so desperate for air and yet, the force stays solid above you.

Terror spikes throughout your body, eyes wide and sickness thick on your tongue that you fear you’ll become sick against him and the thought of what he might do in that case terrifies you. His petrified look of a scream haunts you, mesh black that stares at you and with a body covered in black, he blends into the darkness, his body evaporating but weight still heavy on you. He wastes no time, removing your clothes and his, his body bare above yours and hands finally away from you but instead of hitting him, you lay there, with your hands over your eyes, as his mask brushes along your collarbone. You thought you were safe; you really thought that you were safe.

“Did you miss me?” Ghostface whispers, his breath nothing more than a wisp against your skin. “Because I missed you.” You let out an ugly wheeze in response, your palms wet with tears. “I miss you so much that it hurt.” His hands- covered by gloves- scratch against your skin, they squeeze against a breast, fingers pushing into your supple breast. “I couldn’t take it. I had to see you. I had to feel you under me, writhing and squirming-” his other hand cups at your sex, two digits pushing past your folds and teasing at your entrance- “feeling your cunt milk my cock.” His gloved fingers squirm inside of you, massaging at your walls, encouraging for the tight fit to become smoother. “Did you miss me?”

You take in a loud breath, peeking between the gaps in your fingers, looking to the door that remains open. “Danny,” you gasp, hoping that by saying his name, he’ll appear. The fingers inside of you stop inside of you. “I want Danny.” Tears slide down and wet at the crevices in your ear, and slip to the bed sheet beneath you.

“Danny, huh?” You look at him when he speaks, chills running across your body. “Is that your boyfriend’s name? The one with the camera at all my crime scenes?” Your mouth is stuffed with his gloved hand, the taste of your essence lingers against your tongue. “You know he’s a bit too involved, walking around, staining the soles of his shoes with blood.” His cock is erect, pressed harsh against the inside of your thigh, slipping past your folds and pressed against your entrance. “I wonder what he would do if he saw you getting fucked by the Ghostface?” He pushes himself inside of you, and you let out a wail muted by the hand that sickens you. “You’d think he’d join in?” He rocks inside of you, steady and hard, making sure to slam himself against your hips. “He could fuck your mouth with I fuck your pussy.” He lets out a breathless laugh, his mask closing in on you until you can smell the scent of alcohol on his breath. It’s intoxicating in all the wrong ways- thick and bitter, making your stomach churn and acid creep into your throat. “Fuck, that would be something, huh?” He slams himself back into you, grunting and letting out your name intermixed with his moans.

“Stop,” you cry, hiccupping and choking on your tears. Your hands clutch at your chest, stopping the bouncing motion from his roughness. “Please, just stop. I haven’t told anyone, please. You can go away,” you cry harder, wishing for death. “Just kill me,” you wheeze out, your chest stuttering with your heavy cries.

He pauses, stilling his movements for a moment, his head tilting. “Kill you?” He breathes out. He shakes his head. “No, no,” he repeats. “I could never kill you.” He resumes his thrusting, pushing himself deep inside of you. “I love you too much to ever do anything like that to you. Did you know that?” Despite his mask, you know that he’s staring into your eyes, watching for any reaction that you can give to him. “I love you so much. And when you get pregnant-” his hand curves over your belly- “you’ll never be able to escape me.” Your eyes go wide, and you suck in a deep breath. “You’ll look so cute with a round belly.” The mesh of his mask presses against your lips. His lips wet at the mask and his spit is on your lips. “You’ll be plump and begging for my cock, knowing that it was me who did that to your body.”

He’s ruthless. A true monster disguised as a human as he ravages your body. With every push inside of you, is a groan of despair from you, your cunt leaking with your arousal, slipping to the inside of your thighs and down his length. You lay beneath him, crying and holding onto him, feeling a pressure against your stomach when he releases inside of you. It’s thick and warm, burning your inside and it's pushed inside of you. You cry his name, “Ghostface,” begging for mercy as he continues his rutting, burying his cock inside of you until he’s drained and you’re full of seed.

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Danny finds you in the morning, curled up with dried tear stains. Your clothes stick to you uncomfortably, your underwear feeling as if it were stuck to you, drenched with his semen that had spilled out. Danny walks to you, crouching to a squat as he brushes your hair away from your face.

“Nightmares again?” He asks in a low whisper, and you nod, your lips trembling as you go to hug him, sobbing against his shoulder and clinging to him like a child. “It’s okay,” he says gently, running his hand down your back, “it’s okay. I’m here now. It was just a bad dream.” He crawls into bed with you, pulling you close to him, his chin resting on the top of your head while you curl up on his lap, resting your head on his chest. “They’re just nightmares, they aren’t real.”

“It felt real,” you mumble, your head curving around his belly, letting your thumb arc over him. “I wished you were here last night.” A sob interrupts you and you’re soothed once again by Danny. “I wanted you here,” you cry, pressing yourself closer to him.

“I’m sorry,” he says earnestly. “I wish I was here. I know how bad your nightmares can get.” His hand stills for a moment, clenching the back of your shirt into his fist. “But you were the one who didn’t want to move in with me, remember?” You nod slowly. “You can’t just guilt trip me into this. I’m sorry and I wish I were here but-”

“Danny?” You whisper, clenching his shirt loosely. He hums in response. “Can I move in with you? Please?” You can hear his heartbeat quicken, the hand on your back coming loose and returning to the soothing touch. “I don’t want-” you pause and look at him- “I miss you too much.”

“Of course you can.” His hand manages to find a way to hold yours, bringing your knuckles up to his lips and kissing each gently. “I would love nothing more than to have you at home with me.” His lips trace up a finger, kissing the tip of your thumb. “I’ll keep you safe there. Away from this place with all those gross memories- you’ll be safe with me.”

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You lay on his bed. It’s not the first time, it’s nothing more than a bed you’ve both shared in the past and yet, now as you sit on it, it’s foregien to you. It’s nothing more than a bed, a bed that you share now because his home is now your home. The comforter has loose threads that you wrap around your finger until it pales and turns dark at the skin that protrudes from it. Your stuff is organized, fixed and moved into a space that he has made for you. You’ve come into his space and he’s made sure to welcome you.

The door clicks and you can hear him, his heavy footsteps and the jingle of his keys. “Honey, I’m home!” He sings, followed by a laugh and he’s searching for you throughout the house. Your heartbeat quickens and the comforter is gripped in your hands. “Want to go out to eat?” His voice sounds far away and you’ve realized you’ve forgotten to make a meal for him. For the both of you. “We can order take-out or something.” His voice is growing closer and you stare out the window expecting to see Ghostface but there’s no one there. “You know, since it’s a special night.” His voice is close, and when you turn, he’s at the doorway, loosening his ties and running a hand through his hair. “You good?”

You nod. “Yeah,” you whisper out. “I’m just- I feel so out of place here, you know?” You give out a shaky laugh as tears threaten to form, a lump in your throat as you release your grip and hold out your arms.

He’s quick to hold you, his face pressed against your neck and arms wrapping tight around you. “You shouldn’t. This is your home now.” He pulls away and kisses your lips, his nose bumping against yours. “You’re allowed to be comfortable here.” He pulls away, his hands holding onto yours. “I didn’t want to ask yesterday because we were both tired and hungry, but do you want to go take a picture? Something to commemorate our living situation?”

You stare up at the man who has kept you safe and you pull him down, kissing his lip and gesturing for him to get on the bed with you. He must understand what you want, why you want him to get on the bed with you, because in the same moment, he unbuttons his shirt and teases at the hem of yours. His hands stop there, his knuckles brushing against your stomach and for a moment, he stops, he pulls away from the kiss and licks his lips. Your only response is to remove the shirt yourself, continuing until you’re naked in front of him.

His lips brush against yours, his breath warm and hands lingering on your bare sides. His eyes stay fixed on yours, his thumb arching on your body, a shiver running down your spine. Your heart is beating erratically, so loud that you think he might hear it. You hesitantly raise your hands to cup his face, licking your lips when you realize that your hands have started to become clammy. You pull away from him, enough to no longer fear that he might see how flushed that you’ve become.

“I- I wanna do something else to commemorate.” You roll your lips, nervously swallowing, your legs twitching and stomach churning. “If you don’t mind.”

He stares at you with blank eyes and a parted mouth for a second until his smile grows, pulling high on the corner of his lips. He nods, leaning towards you, your hands falling onto his chest when he kisses you. It’s a blur of the moment, feeling his fingers edge against your sex, brush so carefully against your clit, and you’re gasping for breath under him, hidden in the crook of his neck with tears in your eyes.

His fingers are coarse, touching your sensitive bud, rolling it under his fingertips and he tries to move you, to signal for you to show him your expressions as he touches you, but you can’t. You stay hidden, digging your nails into his back and shaking your head. With your eyes shut tight, with only darkness in your vision, you can picture someone other than your partner. You picture him. You swear that you can feel his hands on you, but instead of the roughness, it’s gentleness, it’s him being tender, focusing on your pleasure and making you gasp and whine under him. You’ve never taken a proper look at his hands, but they’re thick, spreading your cunt and massaging at your walls, while you buck against him, feeling the tip of his cock against your thigh.

You arch your back into his chest, hissing at the contact and clutching tighter to him, squeezing his fingers in your cunt. A hand slips between and palms at your breast. He’s eager and clumsy, grabbing at your roughly and you hold on tighter to him, whimpering under his touch and his only response to hold you tighter, to pinch at your skin and push himself knuckle deep inside of you, adding a third finger and then a fourth, your sex burning with the spread and you’re calling his name, pulling away with tearstained eyes only to be kissed roughly.

Tears catch on your lashes, your hands digging into him, wanting to draw blood and get him off but at the same time, wanting him to never stop, to continue until he’s the one who has touched your body to the full extent.

He pulls away, the hand on your breast going to wipe a tear away, his head tilting and smiling softly. He looks much younger and handsome with the gentleness on his features. “Condom?” He asks in a low whisper.

While maintaining eye contact, you shake your head. Your hands hold him, and you pull him for a kiss. When his lips are on yours, you leave him, your hand slipping between your bodies and going to grab at his erection. He moans against you, bucking his hips into your hand while his tongue slips into your mouth. It lasts for a moment, the intimacy of holding him, only to disappear when he’s inside of you, pushing past your already stretched hole and pushing himself deep inside of you. He pulls away, face above you while he grunts and holds your hand, calling you everything sugar and nice. He kisses you with a gentleness that you don’t remember ever feeling.

It isn’t long until you’re clenching around him, gasping his name out and arching your back. You plead to him- begging for him to not stop with tears in your eyes, to be a bit rougher and you allow for him to spill inside of you. He’s hot inside of you, spilling his seed deep into your womb and making you warm all over. He doesn’t stop pumping inside of you, the tenderness making you gasp out and hands clench into loose fists. He holds you close, his cock fully inside of you, not allowing a droplet of semen to be wasted and you hold him, crying and thanking him, kissing at his neck and holding him there with you.

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You rest your hands in the sink, the small space of the bathroom putrid as the air reeks of acid. Your stomach swirls and your eyes are filled with tears. Your throat burns and the birds sing their morning song outside. You want to believe that you woke up sick; that whatever it is that made you throw up is nothing more than the stomach flu.

But you know better. You know that it isn’t the flu. It’s something worse, something much more than it could ever be. You wish it were the flu. The bathroom drawer scratches open, your hands reaching towards the back where you’ve hidden your box, and when you pull it out, the box rattles in your hand and your heart sinks.

It takes only a few minutes until your timer is beeping, and you’re quick to stop it. Your hands shake as you grab the pregnancy test. You pray and you aren’t sure for what, but when you look at the pregnancy test, two loans, a faint red, stare back at you and you let the plastic clatter against the sink as you sob.

#ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghostface dbd #dbd ghostface #dead by daylight #tw: noncon #danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson imagine #i struggled with this title for so long #im meh on it

[pascalpanic]

Could you write something about submissive Frankie? I feel like he would probably be into Bondage and praise, and he definitely likes getting bossed around and told what to do because he always has to be the one in charge of the boys. He'd definitely be into someone forcing him to stop worrying and trying to be there for everyone.

Let Go (Frankie Morales x f!Reader)

Summary: Frankie needs someone to take care of him too sometimes.

W/C: 3.4K

Warnings: holy shit what isn’t in here. talk of bad mental health. talk of Frankie’s cocaine addiction, which is in the past. talk of death, specifically of Tom. Smut, 18+ ONLY. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, babes), bondage, lots of dirty talk, “good boy” is used frequently, oral (m and f receiving), spit as lube, titty-fucking, cum eating, dom/sub elements, bottom/subby Frankie, face sitting, p in v sex, uh that should be everything.

A/N: okay I don’t write this kind of stuff that often (bc I’m a mega bottom) but I hope this was okay, anon!!

The boys love to call Frankie mom. Frankie is the one who coordinates the plans, who sets the time and the place, who is always the designated driver because lord knows the other men like to get shitfaced.

Frankie is and always has been a caring man. He doesn’t call the shots, or take the lead. He hangs back and makes sure the other men are okay first. He knows Benny is soft-hearted, more than any of the others. He checks that he’s handling things. He asks Pope if he can head any other smaller tasks. He makes sure they all eat something and stay out of too much trouble.

He’s often the voice of reason too. The men love to cause chaos, and particularly love to make rash decisions. Pope’s leadership makes the other men blindly follow on occasion, and Frankie is always the one to stop and question. Most of the time, Pope finds that he’s right. Frankie has the strongest moral compass of the group.

Out of all the men, Frankie refuses to be cared for. He bundles his emotions away somewhere deep inside and focuses on the task at hand, leaving him to unravel the knot he created of his feelings later. That’s what led him into addiction- it was the support of the other men that helped him once they uncovered the truth.

That’s what happened in South America, in the disastrous events that killed Redfly and left him with a small sum of money for a lifetime of trauma. He came home to find that his wife left him, and it took everything he had not to relapse again.

The men knew better this time, and Frankie was finally so broken that he gave in. He cried into Benny’s arms while Pope flushed his stash down the toilet, while Will enrolled him in a quiet and discreet outpatient rehab.

That was a long time ago now. Frankie returned to his normal place in the team, the voice of reason. They even respect him more now that they know the depth of his wisdom. Then Frankie met you.

You were everything Frankie needed. You brought sunshine and warmth and happiness into the man’s dull and dreary life. He was no longer living from fight night to fight night, but from the time he got to see you until the next. When you finally moved in together, the men all rejoiced too. Frankie’s energy and happiness and mood all lifted, and he was a happier man with you in his life.

For the first time of his life, Frankie allowed someone to take care of him. He allowed you to cook him meals and took naps on weekends, knowing you’d wake him if something happened. You’d shower him with kisses and affection, rubbing his aching back and working out his sore muscles. He works a hard, manual-labor job, and you treat him wonderfully when he comes home.

He loves you, more than he’s ever loved anything. He loves coming home at the end of the day to find you there, loves the way you wrap your arms around him and kiss him. It’s been months of living together and neither of you have ever tired of each other, never lost that excitement of hearing your partner walking through the door after a long day.

Frankie has softened under the warmth of your love, melted like butter from the affection and love you offer. When he’d normally come home and channel his frustrations through his hips and into his hand, he talks to you and tells you what’s wrong. He listens to his friends more carefully but allows their problems to leave his mind when he gets to see you again.

Today has been hard. Frankie had a hard day at work, his supervisors hurrying him around and giving him a seemingly endless pile of tasks. When he finally finished work, he met up with the you and the guys for a beer. All of the men had their own problems to vent about, and Frankie naturally put aside his own frustrations to listen to the struggles of his friends.

Benny’s been on a mean losing streak. Will has been having endless nightmares of their time in South America, which only brought the four men at the table down even further when he told them all of the terrible memories. Santiago was in a mean mood, shooting snappy remarks at the other men and sinking lower into his annoyance. You tried to lighten the mood, but it seemed that no one was in a good mood tonight. The alcohol didn’t change much, only made Benny weeper and Santi more annoyed. You and Frankie left after about an hour, and he sighed as you drove his truck home, removing his cap and running a hand through his curls.

“How was your day, baby, hm?” You asked gently, your hand reaching over to rest on his thigh.

“Bad, but better now,” he smiles softly. Your touch always reassures him, and the both of you know what the image of you driving his truck does to him. “Lots of shit at work. I was hoping the guys would be a mood-booster, but…” he trails off. You obviously know.

“Hey, let it out,” you ask of him, rubbing his thigh and squeezing it gently. “Tell me about it.”

So he does. Frankie tells you a play-by-play recap of his godawful day, leaving out no detail. You frown as you listen, his frustration and tiredness evident in his voice. “So. I left work pissed off.”

“I can tell,” you chuckle, bringing your hand to his and lacing your fingers together. “But it’s over now.”

He nods with a little smile, looking over at you. “It is. I got my girl with me, I have tomorrow off, and we’re headed home, far away from those fucking idiots.”

You chuckle, loving the way he calls you his girl. Something about that nickname makes your heart flutter every time. “I know something that could make your night better,” you offer in a teasing tone, raising an eyebrow at him and smiling.

He can read the context. He plays into it, grinning. “Oh yeah? How do you plan on doing that, pretty girl?” He asks, dropping your hand and rubbing your thigh as you drive.

You’re at a stoplight, so you lean across the console with a smile. “Let me take care of you tonight, baby. We need to break in those new ties we got, don’t we?” You ask, bringing your face close to his.

Frankie’s pupils widen with lust as he hears the word. “Oh, yeah, we do,” he breathes out, his pants already starting to feel tighter and tighter. “You sure, baby?”

You nod and smile, kissing him quickly. “You deserve it. I’ll be real good to you tonight, I promise,” you murmur as you press a kiss to the tip of his nose.

Frankie smiles. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Frankie baby.”

-

“Is that okay?” You ask him softly.

Frankie’s wrists and ankles tug against their constraints. He can’t move any of his limbs more than an inch before the soft rope holds him back. “It’s perfect,” he nods as he tries each of the restraints and finds that he can’t move. “I fucking love you,” he says as he looks up at you.

He’s the picture of vulnerability, fully naked in front of you and bound to the bed by each limb. His unsurprisingly thick and long dick is standing at attention, fully ready for you. His eyes hold all of his love, and you grin down at him.

You’ve never been the dominant one- not in your social life, at work, especially not in bed. But something about Frankie, about this kind and warm man, makes you desperately want to take care of him. It’s not that you get off on the ties holding him down, necessarily, though the way he struggles against them is a sight to behold. No, it’s the fact that for this moment, Frankie gets to relinquish all of the control and you get to take care of the man who takes care of you so often.

“I love you too, Frankie,” you coo, putting on your best bedroom eyes. It’s easy to slip into this persona for him, in the way he sometimes needs to be the one dominating you. “You gonna be a good boy for me, baby? You gonna let go?”

“Gonna be so good,” he nods, watching your face as you lick your lips and hungrily eye his dick. “Please, baby,” he begs of you.

You nod. “Always such a good boy,” you purr and climb over the end of the bed, settling between his legs and taking his dick in one hand. He’s so thick, you can barely encircle it with your fingers. You give it a slow tug, not bothering to spit into the hand to make it smoother. Frankie loves the friction, loves the way your warm hands move against the sensitive skin there.

“Fuck,” he shudders at the feeling, and you can feel his toes curling against your side. “Please, baby girl,” he whimpers as he looks down, sees your lips hovering just above the tip.

“Okay,” you nod with a little smirk. “Only because you asked so nicely.” Your lips take the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and he moans harder at the sensation.

Bobbing your head up and down, you moan around him softly. “You feel so good around me,” he shudders, forcing himself to keep his hips glued to the mattress. “Love your tongue baby. Wish I could grab at your tits right now.”

You pull away and continue to stroke him, chuckling a little as you look up at his flushed face. “I know you love them, baby,” you tease, pushing your breasts up for him to see. “How far can you move your hips? Can you show me?” You ask, a hand rubbing at his thigh.

Frankie nods and thrusts them, showing that he has a small range of motion. He can thrust them just enough up and down.

“You wanna fuck ‘em?” You ask Frankie, swirling your thumb around the tip. “You want me to fuck you with my tits? How does that sound?”

Frankie’s eyes go wide in shock, in surprise and hunger as he looks down at you. “Yes, please baby,” he nods. “Wanna feel it, wanna feel those pretty tits around me.”

You climb up over his body, straddling his strong abdomen and pushing your tits up, holding them in front of his face. “Spit on them,” you command him, and Frankie complies. “Lick them. Make them nice and wet, baby.” He does it, lavishing the soft and delicate skin of your breasts with his tongue, dampening the skin.

You smile devilishly and crawl back down, pushing your breasts together and positioning Frankie’s tip at the bottom. “Go ahead, baby. Come on.”

He slowly thrusts up into it. The sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever felt, Frankie’s hardened length sandwiched between your tits, but you definitely decide you like it as you look up at the expression on his face. His mouth hangs open in awe as he studies the image in front of him. “Fuck,” he shivers. Frankie has always been a tits man, and this is all too much.

“Yeah?” You ask, licking the tip as it comes up through the soft skin, pressing a kiss to the head. “Go on, baby. You can do it.” You play with your nipples as you hold your breasts there, sighing as you tug at the soft peaks.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he basically whimpers as he thrusts in and out of them, the soft skin driving him crazy. He looks blissed out, absolutely in heaven.

“Good boy, Frankie,” you shiver as you feel his cock twitch against your chest. Your heart is pounding so fast and hard you’re sure he can feel it against the sensitive tip. “You gonna cum like this baby? Here?” You ask him, moving your chest against him. “I’ll let you if you ask nicely.”

His brow furrows as the tip pokes in and out of your cleavage, your wet lips pressing sloppy kisses and licks to it when you can.  “Please, baby, wanna cum in your tits. Wanna see it.”

You nod. “Such a good boy, Frankie. Go ahead, cum all over me.”

He nods and a few thrusts later, he spurts his hot and white cum from the tip, crying out your name. You move your breasts against him, milking him of every last drop. You moan at the sensation, his hot cum against your flushed chest.

When he’s done, you sit back on your heels and Frankie’s eyes are shut. You chuckle a little, rubbing his thigh. “Open your eyes, baby. Look at the mess you made,” you practically purr, leaning forward for him.

It’s too much. The sticky white liquid drips off your tits, splattered all over. You look so fucking hot that Frankie feels himself starting to get hard again. “Fuck,” he shudders, his spent dick twitching and daring to get a little stiffer.

You smirk as you feel it, can practically sense his arousal seeping back in. You’ve always known Frankie has a short refractory period, allowing the two of you to go a few times in a night, but this is something else, something extremely quick and evident of just how much he’s into the moment. “Oh, baby,” you coo and stroke him softly. “Hard again already? You like it that much?”

You can feel him stiffen in your hand. The blood that rushed away with his orgasm is coming back just as quickly. “So fucking pretty. Just want you to fuck me.”

The words go straight between your legs, where the hot arousal has been pooling the whole time you’ve been treating him. “Oh, yeah?”

“Will you sit on my face?” He asks, voice broken. “Wanna taste you.”

Gulping, you want to say no. You want it to be all about him, but you can’t deny how fucking fantastic he is with his tongue, how desperately aching your clit is. “Fine. But not enough to finish. Gotta do that around your dick, pretty boy,” you coo and give his dick one last pump.

You climb over his body until your tits hang in front of his face. “Clean them off,” you order him, and he does exactly that. His skilled tongue swipes off all of the cum, swallowing it as he gathers it. After a few moments, you’re clean. “Good job, baby,” you mumble and scoot until your clit hovers above Frankie’s mouth.

He wants to grab you, wants to pull you down to him. He can’t. He shivers and waits until you finally sink down low enough for him to get to work.

He works at your clit with all of his attention, his tongue lapping against it and sucking on it. “Fuck,” you shudder, leaning against the headboard and propping yourself up with your hands. “Good boy. Doing so fucking good, ah,” you cry out and your head falls forward onto your arm.

He gets harder, you can tell, making soft noises into your dripping folds. He’s so fucking good at it, desperately eating you out.

Before long, you can feel your orgasm approaching. You push up to your knees, Frankie’s face remaining below you. “Oh, fuck,” you shiver. “So good for me.”

“You gonna fuck me now?” He asks, big brown eyes shining.

“Yes, Frankie,” you smile softly and scoot back down his body.

Before you sink onto him, you press your body flat to his and kiss him, softly and slowly. “I love you,” you murmur into his mouth.

“Love you too, pretty girl,” he shudders at the feeling, at the way your tits press to his. “So good to me.”

You have to admit, you sometimes worry you’re not doing it right. You’ve been worried this whole time that you’re not doing what he wants, that you’re being too mean or, god forbid, too gentle. His reassurance makes you feel better.

Sitting up again, you line yourself up over his dick. Sliding down onto him, you bite your lip at the feeling of his thick length splitting you open. “Frankie, baby,” you cry out, your eyes fluttering shut.

You take a moment at the bottom to sit with him inside you, to adjust. It’s all too much, and all you want now is him. “Do you want me to untie you?” You offer, though your voice is absolutely broken.

“Please, baby, wanna feel you.”

You nod and get completely off of him, getting off the bed too. You untie his ankles first and then his hands, which gravitate to your sides. Once he’s free, he pulls you on top of him again. “C’mere baby. You can ride me, but I wanna make you feel good too,” he murmurs, lining you up and thrusting up into you.

You cry out at the feeling again, your head falling onto his shoulder. “Frankie,” you whimper, both at the feeling and how quickly he returned to the one in power.

His hand lowers and circles your clit. “There,” he nods, kissing your neck. “Now ride me, please.”

You nod, beginning to bounce up and down on him. His freedom gives him more of an ability to grind against you, to thrust the opposite direction of you and make it even more powerful when he pushes deep inside of you.

His fingers work perfectly in time against you, and you can feel the little extra wetness as his precum leaks deep inside of you. His strong hips move in time against yours, lots of quiet and pleasured noises trailing from his lips. “Fuck, baby,” he shudders and presses his lips to yours, kissing you desperately.

You squeal against his lips as his dick finds the g-spot deep inside of you, pressing against it time and time again. “Don’t stop,” you beg and press your forehead to his, your sweat mixing with his own.

“Don’t think I could if I fucking tried,” he breathes, thrusting harder. “Come on, baby. Cum on me, let me cum in you.”

You nod, trying your best to hold out just a little longer. Finally, the cord holding you back snaps and the orgasm rushes through you, making you cry out Frankie’s name as your forehead remains pressed to his.

It’s never happened like this, never with your faces so close and intimate. He watches your expression contort, the pleasure on your face and it absolutely wrecks him. “G-gonna cum baby,” he grunts, holding back.

“Please, Frankie,” you tell him, kissing him for a moment before pulling back. “Fill me, please.”

He bites his lip as he shoots deep inside of you, the pure bliss rushing through his veins as your walls flutter and clench hard on him. He slowly comes down from it and his head falls back into the pillows, swallowing hard.

“Good boy,” you sigh and remove him from inside you before collapsing onto his chest, spent and flushed. “Fuck, baby,” you laugh softly, nudging his chest with your nose.

“I’ve never done that,” he admits, breathlessly, his oxygen just coming back.

“Did you like it?” You ask, your ear pressed to his heartbeat, hearing the loud thumping slow its rhythm.

He chuckles and it makes his chest vibrate. “What do you fucking think?” He laughs, kissing the top of your head. “You’re too good to me, babe. I fucking adore you.”

You smile softly. “I just… get nervous. You know that’s not my thing, being the one to tie you up and take control.”

“I know it isn’t,” he nods. “But I love you even more for being willing to do it. For taking care of me.” He pulls your chin up with a finger to kiss you slowly, lovingly. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you sigh as you break away.

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[crabberoni]

ok rant time:

so my beloved mouse, razer imperator that i got like 4 years ago i think for christmas broke down and i went on to buy another razer but since im broke as fuck i bought cheaper abyssus, but whatever, because the thing is

WHY THERE ARE NO CUTE GAMER ACCESSORIES? like ok i know lots of guys want their RED AND BLACK or BLACK AND GREEN or BLACK AND BLUE designs that scream I EAT VIDEO GAMES FOR BREAKFAST but not all gamers are straight white men, not all gamers like such designs. i want to have pink razer mouse, i want baby blue headset with all the functions my ‘pro’ stuff has and no added price for ‘fancy design’. u know how cool pastel stuff is? like, you can’t even imagine  how many cool reactions my pink ps2 got, everyone fucking loves it because it’s pink and it’s cute and it’s no different from other ps3 slims. why can’t we go for it. why can’t we embrace the fact that there are gamers that love flowers and cute shit.

#crab talks #i also got a mat for this mouse like this pad?? and its so fucking ugly but it makes mouse run smoother so im gon keep using it #just i wish it was nicer looking cries

[yn-x-animeboy]

Jungkook x y/n (as a famous artist) Pt.4

pairing: reader x Jungkook

genre: fluff, romance, for entertainment purposes

BTS x Fem Reader

synopsis: You are a popular artist in America, pretty famous, loved and well-known by the general public (actually you were one of the top 10 artists in the world but you are pretty humble and naïve to realize your popularity), one day during one of your fan meets you talk about how much you love BTS, and not only how you wish to meet them and work with them but how Jungkook is one of your celebrity crushes. During the meet you fangirled with other ARMYs in the crowd; video clips of you fangirling and talking about BTS at your meet where posted and reposted all over social media. This obviously broke the internet because you were not only a famous singer but you also were always accepted and loved by ARMY and this made a lot of people happy. Suddenly it felt like everyone wanted you to meet the seven handsome and talented idols and collaborate, but you could only wish, you believed they didn't even know who you were...or so you thought

Parts: 1 here, 2 here, 3 here 

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Part 4 - Hotel? Trivago.

you started to sing and suddenly you heard a voice behind you singing with you, and you couldn’t even turn around to prove you were not mistaken, you knew that voice too well, the live audience was losing it, the crew looked excited, you went numb, you looked back and it seemed like a joke, a complete dream…..

The seven guys were coming out from behind the curtain, being led by Jungkook, he was singing the bridge of the song, mic in hand and just looking at you. Your knees gave out and you curled on your knees as you cried on your knees, ‘there is no way’, you could even begin to process what was going on, The boys were a little shy and stayed behind you as Jimmy lifted you from the floor and made you look at them. 

Once you could stand up/being held up by Jimmy, RM was the first to approach you, they all introduced themselves and after they bowed their heads out of respect and you did the same, you looked at them in awe. Then they greeted Jimmy too. Jungkook signaled you to keep singing the last part of the song and as a professional singer you did. You picked up your singing almost at the end of the song: “kkumeul geonneoseo supul neometro, seonmyeonghaejineun geu goseuro ga” holding the mic with to hands trying to hide your shaking hands Jungkook standing next to you to the left and the guys with Jimmy around the both of you; you lifted one hand from the mic and showed it to the closest people to your right which were Jimin, V and Jimmy; and just as you put it up to show how shaky it was Jungkook took your hand as he sang: “Take my hands now, You are the cause of my euphoria.” You really looked at him for the first time ever, you had never seen him in person before…. Your eyes met each other for a split second.

The guys, Jimmy, the crew, the audience, everyone cheered and squealed at this little interaction; you both blushed and dropped each other's hands. You turned back to hide your face covering your mouth as you got teary eyes. The guys near Jungkook hit him and teased him due to his ‘out of the blue’ confidence. He was normally more shy when it came to interactions with strangers, especially if it was with women. But even Jungkook seemed surprised at himself; he blushed too, but kept going. You both finished the song, harmonizing perfectly, facing each other, but avoiding his eyes, you felt so vulnerable looking at his eyes.

They all applauded once you finished and they cut to a commercial break. The guys were taken by crew members to get mic'd up, and Meg once again for the third time tonight fixed your appearance. They went back from break and sat on the couch next to Jimmy, they made a space for you in the middle of the guys, and you took a seat with trembling limbs as the ‘back from commercials’ music played and the audience cheered.

On the main couch sat RM nearest to the desk, then you to his right, Jungkook next to you and Suga on the end of the medium couch; behind you V, Jimin J-Hope and Jin sat on higher chairs all facing the front. Jimmy spoke “so I heard you introduced yourselves o y/n in english with the help of RM, but she can actually speak Korean. Y/n why don’t you introduce yourself?” They all turned to you from all angles; “Oh i'm so sorry; RM was so kind to translate when they introduced themselves, I didn't want to seem rude by interrupting him, but sure um-” you switched to korean and looked around you to the boys “Hello, my name is y/n, I am so pleased to meet you all, it's a dream come true, please take good care of me” The guys immediately made small comments at your cute Korean accent, “aww so cute” “wow you are good” “cute” even though a Korean person could probably tell Korean was was not your first language due to the accent difference, you where really good at it. 

“So I wanted to ask the guys a couple of questions too, thank you guys for coming, it's always a pleasure to have you all.” Jimmy said, after this he introduced them to the audience and gave them a proper introduction. Jimmy proceeded to catch up with the guys, asking them questions too; you helped RM translate too, which made the interview run smoother, you were making the guys laugh with your small contributions (by adding comments or opinions in Korean). During this time Jungkook and you were sitting so close to each other, you could see eachother out of the corners of your eyes, you were each other's celebrity crushes after all.

After a while you started loosening up and getting more comfortable; this was part of your personality, you were known to be a social butterfly, so even though this was a dream come true and you couldn’t stop crying like 15 mins ago; your body knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity and that there is no time to be all shy and quiet. You got looser, bolder, and more confident, actually showing your real personality, the personality the boys knew you like from your videos and social media. (and the personality that made Jungkook so drawn to you in the first place.) Your change in personality even made the boys less stiff and more relaxed too.

After the catch up with the guys you all stood up to play another one of Jimmy’s famous show games/challenges/activities. “So now that you all are more comfortable with each other let’s play a game, this game is called ‘Guess The Jam’, Basically we will play a song and like earlier you have to dance to it; the difference this time is that the dancer will be wearing headphones and others have to guess the song they are dancing too by just judging the dance moves. 

Y/N will be dancing to BTS songs and BTS is going to dance to y/n songs, yes?” You were now standing WITH them instead of next to them/distant from them, you all seemed like you bonded. “yes” “Let’s GO!” “I got it”.

Again the game was a success you danced to multiple songs and they all guessed their title by your dancing to all of the songs that had been assigned to you; and you were so impressed at the seven grown a*s men, dancing perfectly to random songs of yours, you guessed most of them, but you got distracted at times form the hilarious scene in front of you. *J-Hope trting really hard to coordinate everyone in seconds to make the dance clear, they eventually would give up and dance their hearts out*, leaving you with no other choice but to TRY and guess what the hell they were dancing to. 

At some point the maknae line (V/Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook) made you dance with them to some of the songs (IDOL, Boy with luv, Burning up, etc) while the hyungs cheered you guys on, and also while J-Hope recorded you four like you were his children dancing at a school show. 

You all took a break after the dance segment and went to freshen up while Jimmy did another sponsorship. You changed back to your Fancy outfit and Meg AGAIN, for the millionth time tonight fixed your image, your team/crew would hype up and get all supportive since BTS arrived, telling you you were doing great, and how this was your dream come true, etc. You thanked your manager too, every time you briefly saw him during the ‘touch up moment’, then you went back to the studio couch with the boys in the same order you were sitting before.

You didn't notice but Jungkook looked at you in awe as you came out with a different outfit, the guys had been watching the whole show up to the point where they surprised you backstage, meaning he had seen the outfit before, but the view in person was different; he proved his hypothesis to be right...you truly lighted up a room the minute you walked in it. He composed himself, he was being shy and quiet while you were showing a more inviting and relaxed vibe. (Pfft he had no idea you were still shi*ting your pants hahaha).

“So  y/n and I talked about this earlier; she is going to be performing tomorrow for the Billboard awards, and I hear that you guys will also be performing. Is that true? RM was about to translate to the guys and then answer Jimmy, but you handled it and translated Jimmy’s question to the guys for him, letting him answer comfortably; sometimes he could have a hard time during interviews in english because he had to constantly translate for the guys; this little gesture meant so much to him. “Yeah, we too are going to be performing tomorrow, we are really excited and thankful for the opportunity, and we are also excited to watch the whole award show too,” RM said. They were also nominated and were going to watch the show, you got a little excited your were going to see them again tomorrow, even if you knew you probably were only going to be able to see them on stage due to how hard it was actually to ‘hang out’ with other celebrities on award shows due to the different schedules and hectic environment. Nevertheless you were trying to enjoy your little burst of confidence and take in every moment right now with the guys; you knew your friendship would probably last only for today. (a/n oHhH muahahah u thought y/n)

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The Jimmy Fallon Show was a complete success, the plan worked, your team and BTS’s team with the help of Jimmy were able to surprise you guys; the timing worked because you were both in the same place due to the billboard awards and your performances.

After the show you even hung out a little with them before you all had to go. The chemistry between you and the guys was unbelievable, it seemed like you guys had been close friends all this time. 

RM and you bonded over speaking english, even teasing others by speaking english and not translating back for them; Suga and you had bonded over producing music, you both talked about how the process is for the both of you, and he even said he would love to work with someone like you (even though he was normally a more chill, cold person to strangers, he immediately felt comfortable to show you his warmer side, that’s your charm); J-Hope and you bonded over dance, you both ‘fangirled’ about each others’ skills, you too both agreed that working with each other in the future would be so cool; Jin and you seemed like siblings I swear, he too is normally more shy when it comes to one-on-one interactions with strangers but due to your boldness, you immediately bonded by teasing each other, he would also try and make you cringe with cheesy Korean dad jokes, but you always had another cringier joke to fight back with; Let’s just say you passed Taehyung’s vibe check, he really likes your personality and you met all his expectations of you, he was not disappointed, out of all of the guys you had the quickest bond with him, he now even has a nickname for you and you too also start to call him ‘Tae Tae’ after just a couple hours of meeting; Jimin struggled a little at first to approach you, he was really fangirling over you once the cameras were cut, but you approached him and made him feel comfortable, he then immediately loosened up and bonded over your similar personalities, it was like hanging out with a literal different version of yourself, you even already had inside jokes with him too; and Jungkook…. oh Jungkook, you guys seemed to fit so well, in the little time you both hung out you were making each other cry laugh, you had small conversations about music, dance, about your cultural differences, he even said that if you ever went to Korea, he would like to show you around his favorite places, but every time you guys would chat with each other or literally by just existing next to each other, the guys would act weird and either make small comments and noises to tease you, or try and give you space in the small dressing room by standing up from the couch and dashing to the corner of the room (again imagine six grown men huddled in the corner trying to act ‘natural’ when Jungkook only handed you a bottle of water that was brought in by a crew member).

It was crazy how quick you all created this friendship, the guys had already talked amongst themselves and agreed that no matter what, they would really care for this friendship and that they would do everything in their power to keep you in their lives (Suga said that he was down to kidnap you from america and take you to South Korea in case you all became distant). 

You were currently sitting in their dressing room chatting, basically getting to know them and them getting to know you (y'all were having some deep conversations) you also learned you were staying in the same hotel and that the next day you all had rehearsals at the same time for your performances, you compared your schedules and  they seemed to match up for the most part. In conclusion you were staying at the same hotel, had rehearsals at 8:00 am in the same location the next day, and you guys wanted to hang out a little more.

Your managers came in to tell you that the cars were ready to take you to the hotel, you got a little sad you had to leave them for the ride back, but their manager said “Oh, y/n, you get to choose who you want to travel back with, we canceled your car so that you could drive back with the boys” you smiled from ear to ear and quickly introduced yourself to the bilingual man in charge of managing the guys behind you who were currently fighting over who you got to ride back to the hotel with. 

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Due to the fact that no one wanted to be left out riding back without you, you where currently eight adults...packed tightly into a small van on the back seats. Both of your teams/staffs watched as you all tried to get in the van, like children (screaming, pushing, laughing) they didnt know if they should find this cute/funny or drag you all into separate vans once and for all. 

“Dude I can feel your fuc*ing hair IN MY NOSE, move” Suga spoke, “Whose hand is that, ey they getting friendly” Tae said, as a joke you said “That’s my hand, my bad” making everyone laugh. “Jimin you know, you are not so light weighted, I need blood circulation” Jin commented, “Oy aren't you sitting too close to y/n kookie? If something happens I’m taking y/n’s side.” You all laughed, it was true tho, you were basically on top of Jungkook but weren't you all ‘TOO CLOSE’ to each other? I mean- 3 seats for 8 adults? It definitely defied the laws of physics but it worked out. 

The ten minute ride to the hotel was interesting; the first 5 minutes were silent, after 2 minutes you asked for the radio, but it was broken, after 2 more minutes you could faintly hear Jin’s moaning out in pain as he was being suffocated; due to the weird sounds he was making, the context and your ‘dirty minded heads’ you and JK burst out laughing, making the others infected with your laughter, this until you arrived.

Once you were at the hotel, your teams made you stand like disobedient children in a line ‘soldier style’ while they arranged the room situations. (you had stayed at a different hotel in the afternoon due to its closeness to the Jimmy fallon set and due to the fact you only used it to nap and shower, but this hotel was closer to where the billboard awards where and to where your rehearsals were so this was your temporary home for now, aslo your team had to rent a lot of rooms for the 20 or so people traveling with you. BTS had to do the same) 

While the keys were being activated one of the BTS staff members started to ask the guys for their room service orders, so the kitchen could start making them; your manager’s assistant also took your order and while you were busy choosing your dinner, the maknae line had an idea...

Once you finished ordering Tae and Jungkook interlocked their arms with yours tightly and Jimin spoke to staff: “Excuse me could you please be so kind to send all of our meals to Jin’s room, (turning to YOUR staff he again spoke in broken english) y/n would also like her dinner to be sent to Jin’s room, than you all, gudnait”, 

While Jungkook and V dragged you, Jimin bowed to the staff and followed you. Suga was cry-laughing at your cruising while being dragged away, he lifted one of your dragging legs up and RM followed him, lifting the other leg. J-hope started recording the whole ordeal. Jin was following them as he suddenly realized... “Oi why does it always have to be my room? I always end up smelling like steak '' he kept following anyway. 

Your manager speeded up and walked next to your now lifted body and told you to have fun and to go to your room early to be responsible and not stay up so late for tomorrow’s early rehearsals (cute scene: without putting you down the boys stopped and lowered you a little so that you could say good night to Sam and he could kiss your forehead, they they lifted you back up)  

You arrived at Jin's assigned hotel room and the guys comfortably all spread around the room; you walked in a little shy because you had never hung out  like this with anyone, plus you didn't know what to do…. Jin was the last one to walk in and he put his arm around you encouraging you to walk in with him, he even pushed Jimin off the bed so you could sit there and he took the desk chair while you all waited for the food. You all had dinner in Jin’s room, sitting on the floor and drinking wine (Jin and Jimin insisted on having alcohol) you were having so much fun. After dinner you all kept drinking while playing drinking games with the tiny alcohol bottles hotels provide.

It was really really REALLY past your bedtimes; just analize with me: if the Jimmy Fallon show ended at 12:00am and you  guys got to the hotel at around 12:30, you had dinner, played games, drank, etc.; imagine what time it is currently…. 

You all were at least little tipsy by now, RM spoke to everyone: “Guys-ss we should probably go back to our rooms, wE hAve to be aWake and readY to gOooooo. for tomorrow..” even though he was all sloppy and slow form the alcohol he was still following his ‘leader’ role. Everyone drunkenly cleaned up Jin's room and stood up to leave to head to your rooms. Out of everyone in here, you and Jungkook were the least drunk; not because you drank less, but apparently you both were better at handling alcohol than the others.

JK offered to walk you to your room because even if you weren't super drunk you were still a little sloppy (which he was too) and your team had rented the floor under so he didn’t want to leave you alone to find your way (you found this so cute, no one had ever treated you like this, he was a true gentleman). 

Obviously the guys teased when you both walked together in the same direction, you just kept walking, making small talk. Once the elevator arrived on your floor you thought JK would ride the elevator back, but he insisted on making sure you were safe inside your room before he left. You walked through the hall, heels in your right hand and Jungkook walking to your left. You suddenly passed by a clear door that showed outside to a terrazze (basically used for smokers, but other people could use it too) and not thinking it through you took JK’s hand and walked outside.

It was a warm night and the terrazze was pretty dark-ish and small, but the view was beautiful; the night sky contrasting the bright lights form the buildings’ skyline. You looked at the view, mesmerized by it, Jungkook could only look at you, he thought you looked too beautiful and as you tightly held on to the railing looking out wide eyed at the pretty lights. 

You turned to him and realized he was looking at you, you analyzed his face thinking: ‘waw he is the most handsome man I have ever seen’ as you looked into his eyes, even through your tipsy state you realized >OMG I'M STANDING OUT HERE WITH JUNGKOOK, THE. JUNGKOOK., FUC*K, I PROBABLY LOOK LIKE SHIT DAMMIT, WAIT THIS IS MY CELEBRITY CRUSH, WHAT DO I DO 

You seemed to be getting physically closer and closer to eachother, he was looking down at you in such an adoring way, but in his head he was also thinking…> OMG I'M STANDING OUT HERE WITH Y/N, THE. Y/N., FUC*K, I PROBABLY LOOK LIKE SHIT DAMMIT, WAIT THIS IS MY CELEBRITY CRUSH, WHAT DO I DO , but even though you were BOTH freaking out, the two of you knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, having someone so special to you, like this, in front of you…

You were now standing inches away from each other's faces, “hi…” you said, almost whispering as you smiled sweetly at him, looking from his eyes to his lips.

“Hi” Jungkook said in a raspy almost sleepy tone, smiling with his teeth and suddenly dropping his smile back down as he followed your eyes; he wanted to close the space between you two, but he didn't want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable or think of him differently. 

You were the first to speak, breaking eye contact and looking at his chest. “Um, could I, if it’s not too weird, um- put...my arms around you?” you immediately regretted it; what if he didnt understand your Korean, what if you translated it wrong in your head before saying it outloud what if-.... A small chuckle coming from in front of you stopped your train of thought, Jungkook put his hand under your chin and lifted your face to look at him again; he took your arms and placed them around his neck; he then put his hands on your waist, but loosened his hold and asked if you were okay with that and you nodded.

You both stared at each other’s eyes; you both fit so perfectly in each other's arms you felt so comfortable. The tension could be cut with a knife, you looked back at his lips and he did too; getting closer, you could feel his breathing on your face, you both closed your eyes and barely touched your lips together when his phone went off for the millionth time startling you, you both separated your faces and looked wide-eyed at the other, a tint of blush on your cheeks… you kissed him, he kissed you, even though it was the tiniest, shortest, lightest kiss in the history of kisses you both felt happy about it. When you realized you two had the same expression on your faces you both laughed, you had never been this comfortable with a man before, specially in such a short period of time.

His phone ket going off and off, “My phone has been ringing for so long now hahaha, since we left the elevator it has rung, but I didn't want to answer and um- you know… I don't want to answer and not be focused on you” he said as you both took a step back from each other and as he answered the 37th call after ignoring other 36 calls. 

“PFFfffft ohhhhh he answered, hi guki, um ahahaha shut the fAq uP Tae ahahahah um…. we….. can't get into our rooms'' you could hear the snickers and slow words through the phone, you and Jungkook still felt a little numb and sloppy from the alcohol, how could they be so drunk?. 

“Hyung… ugh fine, i’ll be there don’t go anywhere, nobody move, okay?” he hung up and humorously sighed, he would normally find this situation to be hilarious but the fact that he had to interrupt a once in a lifetime moment with his celebrity crush so that he could help his older brothers….dam.

You chuckled at his reaction, you picked the heels from the ground and boldly kissed him on the cheek, you walked in front of him to head inside, knowing how caring he was to his friends; but before you could go inside Jungkook stopped you by taking your hand, “I know this is an embarrassing question but if I don't do this now I may never be able to have this opportunity again…” 

You were still facing the door, your hand in his hand behind your back; frozen from anticipation of what he might say next. 

“Can I um-, *deep inhale* can I kiss you one more time before you go?” you immediately turned around (and this might be the alcohol working it’s magic but you thought ‘he is right, if this was someone else you probably wouldn't have kissed them first day after meeting meeting them, but this was Jungkook, your ‘platonic crush’ from the other side of the world, what if after this weekend you never saw each other again?’) 

Dropping your heels, and letting go of his hand you wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him in to you and kissing him; you both smiled against each other's lips form the sudden butterflies in your stomach and happiness you felt. He pulled you even closer with one hand on the side of your face and the other on your hip, then he wrapped his arms around your torso and you put your arms around his neck holding each other tighter. 

This was no ‘take me now’ R-rated kiss at all; it was a more soft, intimate, sweet kiss. You let go and hugged each other one last time on that terrazze; normally you both didn't really like the whole “corny lovey dovey” scene, so once you let go you both chuckled at your cheesy moment. You walked back inside with him to look for your hotel room, he even asked if he could hold your hand while walking down the hall, you laughed a little at him and took his hand confidently. You remembered your manager told you your room was 456B when the boys were dragging you at the entrance. You  finally arrived at the door, you turned to look at Jungkook and thanked him with a warm genuine smile; he leaned down and kissed the side of your mouth and smiled back and said goodnight with his bunny smile.  :,) 

You turned around and turned the handle to open the door, it didn't open… and something finally clicked in that drunken little head of yours…. SAM NEVER GAVE YOU THE FUC*ING ROOM KEY… you felt like panicking, it was almost 5:30 am, you had to be awake in 2.5 hours for rehearsals and you had nowhere to sleep, instead of crying you laughed, you burst out laughing; Jungkook covered your mouth and leaned over you with your back against the door; he was looking around with a quiet giggle to make sure you didn't wake anyone up.

“ahhh *small giggle* ahh um yeah I would normally just cry in these situations but I- I don’t have a key… Sam didn't give me one” Jungkook was about to come up with a plan to solve this but you knew what he was going to say:  “The front desk won’t open that room for me because it is not registered under my name, for security reasons; Two they can’t give me another room because I need my card and ID to get one and I only have my phone with me; Three, I can’t wake up sam or anyone in my team because A. it isn’t their fault and I would be disrupting their sleep, B. I will get in trouble because Sam told me to come back early, and C…. idk but I wanted to say ‘and C’ ” you said, Jungkook looked down at you and couldn’t help but laugh at you. “Hey don’t make fun of me, it’s not my fault” you poked his chest. He stopped, “No, I’m not laughing at you, the guys have a similar problem apparently what a coincidence” he answered. The both of you decided to go see the guys first before trying to figure out what to do, together, as a team of 8 drunk heads. 

When you arrived on the top floor, there they where, 5 drunk BTS members in front of you; RM was leaning over a hallway wall talking to ‘nothing’ as if he was practicing how to flirt with an invisible person; J-Hope was passed out in fetal position on the floor; Suga was cry laughing rolling on the floor while also trying to click the camera button on his phone as he wobbled back and forth clicking on everything but the camera icon; Jimin was standing still, phone still in his ear, he looked at a statue (remember Kookie said on the phone with Jimin ‘nobody move, okay?’ well Jimin hadn’t moved ever since Jungkook hung up the phone); Tae was literally in the middle of performing some sort of strip/circus/magic/dance show for Suga when they realized you two standing there they composed themselves “what… the hell? hahahahahha, what happened?” You laughed out loud and Jungkook immediately covered your mouth, he quietly giggled as he had done this exact thing minutes ago too. 

In summary, once Jin waved everyone off he went into his room, that's why he is not here; Suga struggled to find his key but eventually found it in his suit jacket and was able to go into his room, he barely spent one minute in there when RM knocked at the door and told Suga that he had no idea where is room was, the keys where not numbered, so Suga said ‘I can help you’ and went out to the hallway to help him but even Suga was confused as to how HE found his room so he told RM don’t worry, sleep in my room and tomorrow the staff can help you, when he turned around to open the door Suga realized he left the key inside. J-Hope had passed out in Jin’s room and Jin had said it was okay for him to stay in his room, but J-Hope had woken up and said good night and walked out so Jin though he was all good and on his way safely to his room...WRONG, J-hope gave up 5 steps down the hall and said ‘i need rest, here floor *thump*’ and dropped on the ground; Taehyung didn’t even know he had a room for himself, so he definitely he has no idea where his room was supposed to be; and Jimin did know where his key was and room, but it apparently was deactivated, but seeing how everyone was up here he opted to not go get it reactivated, he didn’t want to be left out.

Jungkook started losing it, cry-laughing at his friends; this time you humorously covered his mouth like he did to you, as you tried to think of a solution. BINGO, you rang Jin’s door insistently until he opened up. Once he opened the door with sleepy eyes he analized the scene behind you and your hand covering the youngest member’s mouth he sighed, allowing you all inside his room. 

All of you knew you had less than 3 hours to sleep and actually do a good job tomorrow so everyone took up a spot to rest. In the bed J-hope and Jin slept comfortably; Suga fell asleep sitting down on the desk chair; Tae slept in the bathroom’s bathtub; RM threw himself on the tiny couch for two with his arms and legs hanging out from the sides; you sat on the floor leaning against the wall, Jimin used your leg as a pillow and Jungkook sat next to you, he actually did have his hotel key with him and knew his room was literally the one next to this one, but he wanted to be where you where. You both also fell asleep sitting leaning against the wall.

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hello! I was wondering -if u still take requests- if u could do an angsty Remus Lupin x reader where there's jealousy but it ends well? like the reader and remus get together in the end? if not its totally fine! have a wonderful day!

Guts

Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Teeth-Rotting Fluff, caps-lock, non consented kiss

A/N: I know that I left it on sort of a cliffhanger and didn’t really finish it all like you would like it but I wrote most of it a few months ago and decided to finish it up today for the sake of getting it published so, I hope you like it still.

He looked at her as she walked near the door, he watched as he fluffed her hair, he watched as she glimpsed up and smiled at him. He leaned back on the hind legs of his chair to get a better view of her while she walked past and he watched in agony as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, he watched as he spun her and he watched as they dropped to the ground time after time.

Remus watched it all.

He watched all their ups and downs, he watched as he did other things, he watched as she cried and watched as their love depleted.

And he loathed it.

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I know I let you down, I think about it all the time. We could’ve had it all, we could’ve had it all.

He watched as he squared her in between the wall, he watched as she slipped between the space between them and he watched as she waltzed up to him and wedged herself between him and Sirius. Remus smiled down at her and reached down to entwine their fingers as he used to.

Y/n smiled weakly back up at him and Remus didn’t fail to notice when she glanced back to see him smoother another girl with love on the other side of the hall as they passed.

Sirius smirked at Remus as they neared their black lake tree and when he sat down with her on the grass Sirius stood and shot a smile to a girl by the doors of the school.

“ Alas I must take my leave friends, I have business to attend to.”

Remus shot up from his seat on the ground and threw his hands up with false distress, crying out about how he promised to do work with him, before Sirius saluted and left off for the brunette girl by the doors.

A light tug at his hand was what made him drop back down. He glimpsed at her e/c irises and sighed, slumping back down and yanking his essay out in frustration.

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Y/n frowned as she watched Remus scribble the words out on his parchment, a blush quickly forming on her face as she saw him glance up at her with an eyebrow raised.

She had always known the effects that that one tilted eyebrow could bring.

She had known for years.

The first time, when they had been in second year, it had happened was when James ran off for Lily and Peter ran off with Sirius somewhere. That left him with Y/n in the room on the floor. He had sighed back then as well, and pulled a book out, lounging against the floor while his back pressed against the wood of the beds frame.

Y/n had pulled her pillow and blanket over next to him and after a moment of thought she curled into his shoulder as she lay buried in the blanket. Remus’s only respond was to tilt his book towards her side more, allowing her to read with him.

She had soon given up on it and instead decided to pester him with questions about it because she had no clue who the fisherman and his friends were and wanted to find out for the part he was on had seemed quite interesting to her.

He had tilted his head to the side and cocked an eyebrow up at her after she asked if they could re-start the book. Remus smiled lightly at her reaction and simply threw a piece of chocolate towards her direction, directing for her to go back to sleep.

Now, sitting next him by the black lake, Y/n felt his eyes on her again and she looked up from her papers, curling slightly into herself at the knowing smirk on his face.

Remus tilted his head back at her, smirk still placidly placed on his face, and gave her a look that she could only refer to as wolffish, sly and fox like.

The female made quick work to smack their textbook upside his head before he burst into laughter and hooked an arm around her waist when she began to smack his chest with the book. He pulling her to the ground with him when he fell and tumbled down the hill, nearing the lake.

Remus glimpsed a rock from the corner of his eye and hooked onto it before they could fall into the lake, shoving his foot against another rock near and curling his friend inward to his chest before she could fumble into the murky waters mere inches away from where they lay panting. All the while he kept that same grin on his face.

She pressed her face into his now dirtied shirt and glimpsed up at the setting sun, a satisfied smile on her face.

The two sat together until she realized he had gotten mud and dirt up her stocking, when she tensed beneath his hand and began to growl, that was when he knew to run.

“ You Bloody Bastard!”

Later that night Remus had Lily return her bag and books and the finished homework Remus had done for her as payment.

Well, not complete payment, he still had to kick Sirius for shoving mud up her skirt.

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It was Christmas now and they all sat on the floor in the space where the foot of the beds lay.

Peter was already asleep and James had left earlier on to grab hot chocolate, although he had been gone long enough to suggest he’d found more exiting company, and Sirius lay sprawled next to Peter on the floor, a trail of wrappers laying around their heads.

Remus had been lounging across the pillows they’d thrown down earlier that evening, reading his book, while Y/n shuffled around in the bathroom, pulling on one of Remus’s jumpers and a pair of stockings as she attempted to get comfortable for the night. If she knew the boys, which she did, then she would know well enough to know that as soon as James came back they’d really start to party.

She blew the candles out and opened the door, shutting it as she turned.

Remus glimpsed up at her from his book and smirked before returning to the pages of his book, pages that he’d surely lose interest in as soon as she dropped down next him.

“ Wanting to feel a bit breezy down there tonight hm?”

“ You know I could light your book on fire if I wanted.”

She looked down at him as she plopped on the sea of pillows beside him and a blush coated her cheeks as his head tilted and that same lazy grin coated his features, his eyes closed in serenity.

Remus tossed the book up onto his bed and crossed his arms behind his head, stretching out as his head landed in her lap.

His voice came out husky, filled with tiredness and love as he spoke, “ Mmm, go ahead and burn it. I stopped paying attention as soon as you walked in, you’re too hard to look away from sweetheart.”

Y/n smiled sadly at his comment and gently shook her head, running her hands through his hair.

For as long as she could remember, Remus had always been flirting with her, even when she dated Ben for those three years, he had only stopped when Ben walked in on them exchanging flirtatious comments while doing their homework. He’d beaten Remus bloody and wouldn’t stop until Y/n promised to keep away from him.

She stayed with Remus the rest of the night trying to apologize, trying to fix him back up.

And Y/n was okay with his flirtatious comments, it wasn’t like they had ever meant anything.

Oh how she wished they’d meant something.

Remus bit into an apple he’d stolen from Peter, starling Y/n from her trance.

“ So, are you and that Plaite guy a thing now? I hear he asked you out.”

She laughed lightly, a soft, careful thing and shook her head at the boy resting beneath her.

“ No, I rejected him…”

Y/n sighed and leant forward, crossing her arms overtop Remus’s chest, her head against it.

The boy cracked open his eyes and propped himself up. His eyebrows furrowed and he bit his lower lip in thought.

“ What’s wrong dove?”

Silence met his answer and his confusion only grew.

Remus was about to say something else when she replied.

“ Well there’s this guy I like, and me and him have been friends for a long time now see, and I really like him and I think he likes me too but…”

Y/n paused for a few moments and fidgeted with her fingers at the light growl Remus released.

“ What’s this guys name? I bet he’s that Ravenclaw kid you used to hang out with, OH, No I bet it’s that Jeremiah boy—“

“ Oh I never thought I’d see the day where Remus Lupin was jealous!”

Soft laughter filled the air and Remus found himself sitting up, a scowl on his face.

“ I’m not jealous!”

His words only further influenced her laughter and Remus snarled at her, a grin to his face, before he tackled Y/n to the ground more so than before. Y/n gasped as he straddled her hips and pinned her wrists above her head.

His breath fanned over her face and she could practically taste the chocolate on his tongue, a giddy smile to his face. Remus leant in closer and was about to say something when a frown crossed his love’s face.

“ I can hear James’s footsteps Remus.”

A blush quickly spread across his face and Remus rolled off of Y/n. He throw his fleece blanket at her and hopped up, pulling her to sit by the foot of James’s bed while he sat at the foot of his.

Y/n’s face was flushed as she wrapped the blanket that smelled much too like her friend around her shoulders and reached for a licorice wand.

She glimpsed over at Remus and instantly turned away, her already apple-red cheeks turning a darker shade.

“ So, tell me about this guy you like. Who is he, what’s he look like, do I know him?”

Y/n turned to him and smiled slyly at his poor attempt to hide his frustration at James and his flushed cheeks. Remus used his thumb to flick his kneecap.

“ Well, he ha—“

“ OH SO THERES A GUY SHE LIKES NOW HM! HOW COME I WAS NOT TOLD BEFOREHAND N/N?!”

And James walked in.

And the others woke up.

He froze, the two bags in his hands finding their places by the pillow fort floor, and immediately dropped to his knees, shaking Y/n’s shoulders.

“ I. Need. Details. N/n. Now.”

Sirius rubbed his eyes and began to scoot towards Remus, blearily falling on the floor by his feet again. Peter grasped a pillow and chucked it at James’s head, curling back up in a ball with his empty pile of sweets.

And a pillow war commenced.

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“ you never told me who that guy was.”

“ go to bed Remus, or Christmas won’t come.”

His arm looped around her waist, pulling her closer to his body if possible, and she fell back against his chest, her hair splaying across his torso as she curled into his embrace.

“ tell me something about him. even if it’s just his eye color.”

“ his name will be your present, Remus Lupin.”

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James shook Y/n awake, pulling her off the floor and into a standing position, and threw a pair of clothes at her. Shoving her into the bathroom with a mischievous grin afterwards.

She dressed quickly and didn’t even make it three feet out of the door when James took hold of her again, throwing her figure over his shoulder and walking out of the room. She could feel the smirk on his face.

He finally stopped at the bottom of the stairs and she flew out of his grip, toppling onto a pile of bodies on the Common Room floor.

‘I think of the night in the park, it was getting dark and we stayed up for hours’

A groan came from beneath her and Y/n shot up immediately, throwing a fierce glare in James’s direction. Remus knew she would pummel him later.

Then James brought out pancakes.

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“ Why do I put up with this James?” 

Remus turned his head and sighed, shoving a crumple cake in his mouth as he watched Y/n braid Sirius’s hair across the room. 

“ I mean, I love her James but she also, she really makes me hurt somtimes.” 

“ You put up with it because you don’t have enough guts to ask her out and you completely miss the hints she throws, especially the one from last night.”

Remus kicked James in the shin, resulting in a grunt from James.

Remus scowled, “ I do to have enough guts to ask her out.”

“ You turn into a woman on the full moon and you still don’t have the guts to ask her out.”

Remus shoved the sweets into James’s lap and swiftly walked over to where Y/n stood by Sirius. He wrapped an arm around her waist from behind and spun her around with a dip, kissing her.

When he pulled away, Y/n was smiling all giddy like and Remus had a cheesy grin on his face. In a low voice he asked, “ will you go out with me?”

“ Yes, I’ll go out with you. Especially seeing as you were jealous of yourself last night.”

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