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yunymphs · 2 months
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𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭 ✘ 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨
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❤︎ synopsis: happy concert tour season! it's me, your supervisor yuyu, here ! i just got word that your new bodyguard will be meeting you today. his name is toji fushiguro. try to get along with him, will you? ❤︎ contents: MDNI. bodyguard! toji fushiguro, fem! reader, reader is heavily bimbo coded and hyperfeminine, reader can be kinda annoying but shes a pink princess brat idol so, porn without a plot, brat! reader and brat tamer! toji, thigh riding (f. receiving), cowgirl, size kink, unprotected sex, creampie, no aftercare, dom! toji, sub! reader, reader specifically enjoys chocolate chip ice cream, etc. ❤︎ wc: 2.9K ❤︎ authors note: ermm dank u for reading !! lost my mind about 10 times writing this but YUUPPPP i will always make sure u are all well fed 😎😎 tagging: i literally wrote this for @maeby-cursed , i'll get u dat pink princess popstar stage one day my beloved !! n tagging some sweethearts too @luv-gin @tojjist @starrfacee @mysugu !! enjoyyy yas !!
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“a pop star.”
“huh?”
“a pop star.” you repeat, gazing up at the muscular frame of the man in front of you. 
“never heard of ‘em.” 
“not them, i’m talking about me.” you urge. “i’m a pop star. didn’t you read the job brief?”
“did. ‘n i stopped right when i saw the paycheck,” he replies dully.
you cross your arms over your chest, skin of your forearms gently brushing against the glittery sequins sewn into your bubblegum spaghetti strap top. you glance down at your phone, frantically rereading the messages your manager sent you. surely your supervisor sent you the wrong guy? the man in front of you was supposedly your new bodyguard for the first half of your world tour.
toji fushiguro, 34. birthday on december 31st with black hair and eyes the shade of a faded emerald. he just looked like a sweaty gym bro... an attractive sweaty gym bro, if they even existed.
you take a moment to examine his muscular build while he stands in the center of your lavish hotel room. toji’s body was definitely sculpted, arms strong and shoulders incredibly broad. with every breath, you catch a glimpse of how his muscles ripple under the tight, black compression shirt he wore. 
he was a grump, but damn, he was hot.
while you give his figure a good up and down, toji’s bored eyes wander around the hotel room. your bedsheets had been changed from their regular white sheets to baby pink sheets, and an obnoxiously big bunny plush stares at him from your bed with big, beady, and black plastic eyes. you have an array of shimmering platform heels on the floor by the tv, two in silver and three in different shades of pink. to the right of your shoes, your designer bags are lined up and prepared for any stylish outing. toji lifts an unimpressed eyebrow and tries to ignore how expensive the marble vanity sitting in the corner must be. 
you’re either psycho crazy, or you just really love the color pink. or maybe you’re both. whichever it is, toji figures you’re just another stupid girl who had a stupid dream of becoming a global pink princess popstar, and the only reason you ended up achieving said dream was through a shitty music debut: a sappy break up song, of course. 
that definitely didn’t mean he didn’t find you attractive though, his eyes following the curve of your waist and the way your ruffled little mini skirt barely covers your ass. 
“right, and does anyone even know you or listen to your songs, princess?” toji taunts, walking over to your platform heels and picking up the bedazzled thing by the thin ankle strap before dangling it in front of your face.
“yes! millions of people, actually. i am on a world tour as we speak, thank you.” you quip, snatching the shoe back before placing it on the floor with its other half. 
“not sure if this is gonna work if i’m gonna have some brat bossing me around for the next ten weeks.” toji tilts his head, the thick muscle of his shoulder pressing into the wall as he leans against it. he crosses his arms, mimicking your current pose. 
“well, do you want to get paid?” you giggle, your fingers brush your lips cheekily.
“well, duh—” 
“okay!” you sing. “can you order a big bowl of chocolate chip ice cream to my room?” the job is easy money.
toji remembers the job brief and the payment, but he had no idea just how dreadful this job could’ve gotten. just babysit a brat to and from expensive concert venues while getting a free room at hotels the tour follows just in case of emergency… how bad could it be?
but after many orders of ice cream, nights of dragging your heavy, bright pink hello kitty branded luggage up and down hotels, and watching your hips sway as you walk across the stage, toji figures he’s exhausted. he’s lived the same day every day for the last two months, and he definitely is confident that he’ll resign the minute the first half of your tour ends. 
what used to be fun, friendly flirting and toji picking up after your belongings had turned into something that felt a lot like babysitting rather than being a full time bodyguard. truthfully, toji underestimated the work of bodyguards. sure, he was one previously, but he really considered going back to his quiet line of work instead of keeping up with your princess attitude and the headache that came when your bright, glittering shoes caught the light and only contributed to his pounding headache. 
before he knows it, it’s week nine out of ten. 
the first half of your world tour is almost over, and he is confident that if he hears another bubble gum lovesick girl pop song from your discography, he’ll find a way to pull his ears off of his head and throw them into a pile of inflamed garbage. toji will never listen to another pop song again after this, the high notes and energy simply isn’t for him and this has only confirmed that belief. the bags under his eyes are heavier than usual, and he has stopped sleeping most nights simply because it’s not worth it. 
on the second to last night of being your personal bodyguard, toji prays he can at least take a hot shower and flush the scent of your feminine, floral perfume off of his skin. he’ll have a mug of tea before bed and read a book and hopefully drown out the sound of you next door on the phone with your manager or best friends. 
“do you need anything else?” toji asks, placing the last of your bags down at the door as he watches you settle in for the night. the concert ended about an hour ago, and you urgently needed to go on a shopping spree… he wonders what else a spoiled brat could’ve needed.
“hmmm, can you take these bags to my room?” you ask, pointing down at the different assortment of gift bags from all the makeup and outfit shopping. 
toji breathes deeply before moving and doing what you say. he picks up the heavy bags in his hands and trudges to your bedroom, placing them by the bed with care. 
“anything else?” 
“hm, no actually? i think i want the bags over there.” you insist, finger pointing to where the lounge area is, and toji is close to clawing his eyes out.
he knows you’re purposefully trying to drive him into the ground with that cheeky little smile and giddy hand on your hip, and he hates that it’s working. you’re well aware that you get on his damn nerves and that his patience is wearing thin, but it only fuels your antics. when he doesn’t move, you taunt him further. 
goddamn brat.
“is there something wrong, toji?”
“no.”
its his second to last shift, and somehow, it feels more difficult than the prior nine and a half weeks did combined.
“okay, good, ‘cause actually, i think they’d be better over—”
toji suddenly approaches you, grabbing your face with one large hand… it’s gentle, but he gives your cheeks a light squeeze to keep you in place… as if to warn you not to act up again. 
you know you’ve pushed him over the edge this time. you’ve been a brat all along, and toji had never reacted… but you’re sure you’ve gone too far now simply because he’s never put his hands on you before. toji is so close, and there’s very little distance between the tip of your nose and his. any sudden movement would propel your face forward and cause your lips to meet. 
“better over where?” he coos, fierce, jade eyes staring down into your own. he’ll be surprised if you answer. you’re all bark no bite after all, and he’s tired of hearing your hopeless yapping. 
“nowhere…” you mumble quietly, failing to meet his eyes. your legs feel like jelly, the platform heels you wear proudly suddenly feels like standing on a tightrope. 
you could fall at any minute under those captivating eyes. 
“yeah, that’s what i thought.” toji mutters under his breath, taking a glimpse of the shimmering gloss across your lip. he wants to kiss it off so badly, take your lips against his own and smear the lip product in a sloppy manner.
it would be too unprofessional, but would it really matter?
“if you don’t move now, i’ll kiss you.” toji whispers, his hold on your face loosening. 
your body reacts faster than your mind, and you lean up, pressing your lips against his own in a way that doesn’t feel familiar at all. it’s soft, and your body feels warmer than ever. toji groans, deep and low as his hands eagerly roam across the fabric of your lace top before his heavy hands slowly tug at the ribbon tied in the back. he pulls at the ballerina bow, loosening the front piece before the ribbon falls into loose curls that bunch at your waist. 
toji kisses the gloss off of your lips, making no waste of the cherry flavored item. he gives your bottom lip a lewd suck before parting to catch his breath. 
“is this what you wanted the whole time?” the man purrs before hastily ridding of your skirt, “you damn brat, you just wanted to fuck, didn’t you?”
toji pulls the last of your elaborate top off, the two of you tumbling into your hotel bedroom without a second thought. his mind is dizzy, the scent of your perfume clouds every coherent thought as you crash onto the mattress beside him. your stuffed bunny plush topples onto the ground, forgotten entirely alongside your expensive ribbon top. 
he leans against the headboard, shifting so that your clothed crotch aligns perfectly with his. you sit atop his hard on, squirming on his lap. you make a pathetic attempt to unbuckle his belt before he pulls your hands away. 
“nuh uh, pretty. you think ‘m gonna give it to you that easily?” toji chuckles. “that’s cute.”
“what? why—” your lips swollen and pouty.
“after you were being a brat for the last two months? now, don’t make me laugh, darling.” he hums, “get yourself off on my thigh, ‘n then we’ll talk.”
your mouth parts, and you’re at a loss for words. being denied what you wanted, especially in a situation like this? you can’t believe it. you quietly straddle his thigh, whining when he immediately flexes the muscle and it brushes your clothed clit. 
you part your legs, lightly grinding against the thick muscle of his left thigh. it felt… so good. 
“you’re so quiet all of a sudden.” toji chuckles. “you gotta look at me while you do it, or i won’t let you cum.” 
your eyes widen, fat, glossy tears wet your lash line. why was he being so mean? you meet his eyes, and toji swears he could’ve busted in his pants at the sight of such a pretty princess all teary eyed. your wet cunt grinds against his thigh, and he chuckles when you leave a crease of his pants entirely soaked. 
“toji…” you whine, and he shushes your pathetic whimper. 
“feels good, doesn’t it?” he chuckles. you nod frantically, any and all sense of security replaced with the urge to feel chase down your euphoric high. 
you bounce on his thigh eagerly now, shame leaving your senses as pleasure runs through your bottom half. toji’s hand lovingly rests on the round of your ass, guiding your sloppy movements. 
“‘n what if everyone found out their favorite pop princess was riding my thigh like a slut right now, huh?” he mumbles against your lips, the bass in his voice goes straight to your pussy. 
“‘m not a…” you mutter. “‘m not a slu— ah!”
toji only hums, clearly amused with your current state of denial— he doesn’t believe your words for a second. he knows you’re getting close when your moans get louder… your voice was pretty singing, but even prettier when you were crying out for him like this, pathetically wetting the material of his pants. 
“w-wait— ‘m gonna…!” 
“darling, don’t hold back on me now. won’t you do what you’re told?”
when you come crashing down, your body trembles with pure pleasure. the soft of your chest bounces with every shake, and toji lays a gentle kiss to the top of your right boob. 
“that’s it. oh, there you go…so you do know how to be good, don’t you?” toji hums proudly, grinning cheekily as you fall forward against his chest, exhausted from your exertion. 
“shut up…” you mumble between quiet pants, and toji runs his hand up and down your back, a poor attempt to soothe your body.
embarrassingly enough, nobody had ever made you cum like that— and to think that some random half tour long bodyguard was enough to make you crash down as hard as you did has you feeling somewhat shy. 
who was toji really?
“you did so good, pretty.” toji hums, lips traveling across your shoulder before he opens his mouth— exhaling before giving your neck a gentle bite. 
“hold still, ‘mkay? gonna give you a little reward now,” toji grumbles from below you, large hand latching onto his pants before hastily undoing his belt and pulling his pants down mid thigh. he groans into your shoulder, stroking himself twice.
“toji, please.”
that makes him laugh. 
“okay, okay. such a needy princess— f-fuck.” toji groans, and genuinely prays he doesn’t cum prematurely. you take him so well, gummy walls sucking him in so tightly it’s almost impossible for him to even pull out and move. you on the other hand, are reacting the exact same. toji’s tip bullies into the soft of your cervix, and it’s enough to make you gasp loudly.
it feels like his dick reaches all the way into your heart, shaking your entire being at it’s core. toji lets out a hushed groan, chuckling slowly when your body is still tired against him. you feel like a wilted flower, a little bit of thigh riding had you so exhausted already. 
what a princess you were. you couldn’t do anything by yourself, could you?
"you tired, pretty?” toji grunts, securely grabbing onto your thighs before lifting you and slamming you back down onto his length. you let out a choked moan, his thick size stretching you out to the point it almost hurt.
“i’ll be nice, even after how bratty you’ve been with me lately.” toji hums, but his hips snap up suddenly and you nearly lose your voice. he was definitely not nice! he grabs the plush of your behind, guiding your hips against his warmth. 
“mh… ‘s too much…” you whine, and toji only shakes his head. 
“didn’t you want this? you wanted this all along. you were eyeing me the minute i got in the door.” toji grunts, picking up his pace with quiet pants.
your ass bounces against his thighs, and you take him with all that you’ve got inside. you’ll be sore tomorrow, and it’ll be embarrassing when your fans watch you limp across the stage to give a performance. 
“‘m close…!” you wail, and toji only takes initiative to drill his hips up into you.
“cum, cum all over me.” he huffs, your walls clenching around him, almost threatening his cock to slip from your dripping cunt…but toji doesn’t dare let himself fall from your hips, drilling into you urgently.
the sound of skin against skin is embarrassing, resonating through the elaborate hotel room as you try your best to keep up with his pace. a thumb comes down, pressing itself against your swollen clit, and you swear you see stars when you finally cum. 
"f-fuck, you're so good..." he murmurs, holding your shaking form against his bare chest.
without hesitating, toji spills white in your insides, glossy cum spills from your gaping hole.
you fall over onto the soft cushions, vision blurry and breath baited as the pillowed mattress engulfs your being entirely. to your surprise, toji lets you have a quiet moment before leaning next to you and kissing your shoulder lovingly. 
“you did good,” he begins. “for a brat.” 
“toji…” you mumble, eyes sparkling with lust, and for a moment, he swears he sees your pupils take on a soft heart shape.
“can’t believe you knocked mr. fuzzy over.” you grunt, and toji gives a low, sly smile when he realizes you’re referring to your big, stupid bunny plush he shoved away earlier. 
“mr. fuzzy will be fine.” 
“toji…” you murmur.
“mh?” the man replies quietly. 
“toji…”
...
“toji… toji!” 
he wakes up to an abrupt shove, a soft, but urgent voice he recognizes calling for him. toji lifts his head, met with the striking light that seeps into the bedroom. he’s in a hotel room, still in his dark blue sweatpants and tank top from yesterday… and he’s entirely exhausted. 
did he fall asleep improperly?
he’s met with a familiar face, your manager… yuyu was it? toji groans, sitting up and throwing his legs across the mattress. he puts his head in his hands before mumbling something incoherent.
was he dreaming?
“get your ass up! it’s your first day, and she’s waiting for you outside.” your manager says urgently, arms crossed over her chest. 
she can’t believe she had to butt her head in to wake up your new bodyguard. so much for the long lectures and constant reminders for him to set an early alarm. 
“who’s waiting for me?” toji asks through a thick yawn. 
“your popstar!”
that’s when it hits him. 
he was dreaming, and it’s his first day on the damn job.
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ariachaos · 23 days
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PLEASE DO PARENTING HEADCANONS KALDO AHUAHEUEHEHEUEEHUSJADUUEUHUHUHU😭
this ask has been siting in my head for days, you don't understand.
reader is fem! reader
ᵖᵃᵖᵃ ᶠˡᵃᵐᵉ, ᵇᵇʸ ᶠˡᵃᵐᵉ !!
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being kaldo's wife includes...
kaldo, by all the means and ways, is smitten with you. head over heels. s tier simp. would waltz into a store with 1000% confidence when you ask him to buy you something that doesn't even exist.
does not care if it's embarrassing, he's doing it because you wanted him to.
by default, the number of kids you two have is completely dependent on you because he has plenty of money, the space in the manor, and all the means of supporting plenty of kids.
though personally, i feel like he'd want two to three kids, simply because.
definitely the fun parent! will probably trick his kids into eating fish covered in honey until they throw up from the sudden flavor combo. he pulls pranks on his kids more than they pull pranks on him, and there's three of them.
honestly, you may as well have four kids because this man is a literal child at home.
he cackles and rolls on the marble floor of the mansion because of the kids tripped on carpet before helping them get up.
can, has, and will wrestle with the kids to get a spot next to you on the bed. he's been demoted to sleeping on the floor beside the bed a few times because the three gremlins didn't want to move.
not like it bothers him, he'll move one or two of them aside and cuddle you while they're asleep.
now, i know i said he'll probably want like three kids max, but he's also a doormat when it comes to his wife, so in the case you do end up having more than expected, he's not going to complain.
more chances to enjoy the nighttime with you, so it's a win-win for him.
will literally take you on a three-day vacation out of the blue and away from the kids just to get you pregnant again in the seaside villa his family owns.
just going to put this out there, if you ask him to get you pregnant, even as a joke, he's going to take it seriously. will not stop until he's sure you're pregnant. doesn't care if you pass out, doesn't stop even when you're tired to the bone, he's going to do his job right.
despite being a busy man as a divine visionary, kaldo loves being a dad.
never thought having little mini hims run up to him after he got off work would be a satisfying feeling, but now he opens the door to the manor expecting to get body slammed by tiny versions of him.
he does tie his hair up when he's home though because he's learned the hard way babies have an odd tendency for hair grabbing.
has made a comment saying they grip harder on his hair then you do when he's eating you out (got slapped for it and has no regrets).
don't think he's not going to instill a sweet tooth in his kids. he's definitely going to look for ways to involve honey and sugar into their meals, and you'll probably never know.
gives them those lollipops that are actually good for their teeth (yes, they exist) just to spite you.
imma just say it now, but kaldo looks hella good as a dad. sits on an on armchair, reading the newspaper, sipping coffee with one of your babies sitting on one of his thighs. additional points if he's manspreading.
and don't think he's not going to show off his kids to his coworkers because he will.
ryoh is SEETHING in secret seeing how many kids kaldo has, but he can't deny the fact that kaldo is one hell of a dad for dealing with them in stride.
he takes some of the olders kids on less important missions and thrive under the compliments they throw at him. is more than happy to personally teach them magic or even swordsmanship if they want to use a sword like he does.
as much as he's a fun dad, i don't think kaldo will take other people taunting his family lightly.
much like orter, kaldo will use his status to his advantage to prevent any harm from coming to his kids. will not even hide the fact they're his kids because then he can say he has a reason to be protective over them in public.
will gladly put his life on the line for his kids, and he won't even consider the fact he might die on a dangerous mission because he refuses to let his kids grow up without him. not to mention the fact you'll be alone if he does die, so kaldo knows better than to throw himself wherever.
the times he does come back home injured, the entire family isn't letting him lift a finger.
the kids offer him back and leg massages, the older ones help you make dinner, and you switch between treating his injuries and fixing dinner.
honestly, kaldo is literally living THE life.
(i want him as my hubby so bad)
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cryptomiracle · 12 days
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more creepypasta headcanons
(+ marble hornets)
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WARNINGS:
Ooc? Idk
I started this at 2 am and you can tell
Cursing
I write on my phone so the format may be a little weird
Any brands, games, or characters mentioned in this do NOT belong to me, nor am I sponsored by them in any way.
This is very unserious, I've noticed that a lot of my other hcs usually take a "dark" turn and so I decided to make some that didn't.
You could even say they're a bit... silly.
You should totally check out my masterlist for more hcs (it's pinned)
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Characters: masky, hoodie, ticci toby, jeff the killer, and BEN DROWNED.
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Jeff:
he's extremely hard headed, he WILL argue/fight with someone over the dumbest things and he'll never stop arguing, even if he knows the other person is right.
He has an "emo accent"
He likes to start drama between people, and then leave the crime scene.
He is so ashy you could strike a match off of his elbow
He's been wearing the same beat up converse since 2012, them things are being held together by duct tape and a prayer.
His favorite animal is a raccoon, he says they're sneaky and nocturnal like him.
He refuses to get a new phone, he won't even steal one.
He curses all the time just cause he can, sometimes he'll even jumble random curse words together.
BEN:
He listens to vocaloid and he doesn't play about miku
He runs one of those "rage bait" accounts that are painfully obviously bait
Still quotes old memes and refuses to let them die
Example: yeet, t-posing, and "sanic the hedgehog"
He scams old people on Facebook and e-daters, he doesn't feel bad about it either.
He uses the money he gets from scamming to buy v-bucks and overwatch coins
He once doxxed someone for dissing miku
slender had to take away his mic privileges because he was keeping everyone up at night by yelling bloody murder at people on fortnite/overwatch
once showed up at someones house because they emoted on him after killing him in game
Toby:
He vapes, and thinks he's so cool cause he can do "vape tricks" and he makes people watch him while he does them
Someone once gave him apple cider, told him it was alcohol, and he pretended to be drunk.
His phone gallery is filled with random photos, like there'll be a low quality picture of a tree and then right beside it a picture of a ceiling. Just random stuff
Mint chocolate chip ice cream enjoyer
He's really flexible, although he has bad posture he can do back bends, the splits, etc
more on his terrible posture; when he sits he literally looks like this: ) )
When he first started working for slenderman, he REFUSED to live in the manor and lived outside. While he lived outside he became friends with a lot of the wildlife, slender eventually made him move into the manor because there was a rumor that toby was going to make a "possum army" and try to overthrow slender
He will fight anyone and anything he really doesn't care about his, or their well-being.
Had a "weeb" phase when he was in middle school and he still has nightmares about "naruto running" away from his bullies.
Hoodie:
He can make a killer sandwich (lol) he's not the best at cooking other things, but if you get him to make you a sandwich, he'll bless your taste buds.
He loves karaoke, he can't sing for shit but he still does it anyway
He acts like a millennial (I'm sorry) not to the point where it's completely unbearable, but he will send people "relatable memes" every now and then
He enjoys online arguments, he'll never participate but he will scroll through different threads of people arguing for hours on end
He likes for people to say stuff like "GO WHITE BOY GO" to him
He blushes when he lies, he's a scarily good liar but if you ever want to catch him in a lie, point out the fact that his cheeks are red.
Whenever he has a drink with a straw, he holds the straw in-between his tooth gap.
he sends streaks.
Masky:
He has a NASTYYY side eye, and sometimes he'll scrunch up his nose while side eyeing someone just to make it sting even more
Contemplated getting a mullet once, he never went through with it though.
He coughs like someone's grandfather who smoked three packs of cigarettes a day for 40 years
If someone says a word that reminds him lf a song he likes, it'll automatically get stuck in his head and he'll hum it all day after that.
he isn't weak when it comes to stinky smells, but if it's stinky enough to make him gag he's extremely overdramatic.
he learned how to sew because of how much he ripped his jeans, shirts, etc.
Sleeps so hard sometimes people think he's dead, he'll just be laying there looking casket ready but everyone is too scared to check on him cause he gets super grumpy when woken up.
he always keeps a little money hidden somewhere, even if it's just a 5 dollar bill.
he's superstitious, if he sees you attempt to walk under a ladder he will physically drag you back and make you walk around it.
he has a pair of brass knuckles which he only saves for "special occasions" they're his favorite things ever, he even named them.
he only uses his phone to call, text, or search something up, and that's it.
he doesn't even have YouTube installed.
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I will be reading over this to check for any errors, ty for reading - M
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thanotaphobia · 4 months
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fly bird fly
i'm losing my mind. i'm going crazy. i'm going CRAZYYYYY. i wrote this in like 2 seconds literally oh my god
i will crosspost this to ao3 in a second lmao EDIT: CROSSPOSTED
They trip through the portal, and Phil’s stomach drops.
Not that it wasn’t already on the fucking floor. Through the floor, even. All the way in fucking hell, where apparently, that goddamn eye beast thinks they belong. Phil trips through the global portal and ends up by the cornucopia, Tubbo shrieking in his ear and a vague ringing in his ears.
His lungs hurt, clogged with thick dust from the crumbling marble ceilings. He can still see Chayanne in his mind’s eye, terrified but hiding it well. Tallulah, openly terrified. All the other eggs, dirty and frightened. He can still hear Foolish’s voice in his ears, shouting, screaming. He can see Fit’s face, and that thing. He can’t believe how tall it was, towering over them. And El Quackity…
“Phil, lasso me,” Tubbo demands.
He shoves his face into Phil’s space. Phil doesn’t jump– just stares at Tubbo and the dust in his hair, the blood running down his face, and then blinks.
“What?” he asks.
“Lasso me, lasso me,” Tubbo says, already pulling out his glider and shoving it onto the floor, struggling to open it. “We can fly, you can fly–”
Phil inhales, the very action sending bolts of pain through him, and his wings extend without so much as a thought. It’s strange, having muscle memory for something you haven’t done in months. His feathers ruffle, and every inch of him aches with the effort.
“I don’t know if I can, Toby,” he says, and Tubbo shakes his head.
“You take the paraglider, I have water, we can– you can fly us out, can’t you? Can’t you? We have the coordinates–”
“My wings are– I can’t–”
“Can you get us there, Phil?” Tubbo asks, shoving a lasso into his hands. The other end is tied around Tubbo’s waist, and Phil looks at him. He sees Tubbo face and the blood and his own sword crushing through Tubbo’s sternum with the thick crack of still-wet bone, and he exhales. Then he nods.
“I don’t know,” he says, “but we can try.”
“Go,” Tubbo says. “I have a water bucket.”
“Okay,” Phil says, and he fumbles for his grappling squack, and fires.
Flying isn’t something that just comes naturally. It’s a skill that has to be learned and honed, a sport like any other. There are specific muscle groups linked to certain maneuvers, stretches specifically created just for avians who fly professionally, all sorts of things in order to make someone’s wings in perfect shape for all types of flying. Long distance, sprints, racing twirls. Phil is known for being able to do them all– or at least, he had been. He can remember the training, the time he’d put into it. The things he’d had to do in order to instruct his body over and over and make it used to the strain.
It has been more than six months, and his muscles scream.
His shoulders ache. His forearms burn with the stress of pulling Tubbo behind him. His legs cramp and his lower back throbs. The pain is immeasurable, uncountable, uncontrollable. Phil can grit his teeth but it doesn’t stop the flashes of white behind his eyes as he spreads his wings and flies, desperate. He can barely see the horizon as he goes, but he does anyway, listening intently for Tubbo and pushing down the instinct to curl into a ball and sob with the pain.
They land, and it’s a brief moment of relief before they’re off again, Phil firing his grappling squack and Tubbo shouting something unintelligible into the wind behind them. He trusts Tubbo to land the water bucket shots every time he lands, but he only has to a couple times before his MDA pings he’s getting close; his wings are numb by now, the shoots of pain frequent and intense, making him shudder and twitch every three seconds or so. Behind him, Tubbo is yelling, screaming into the wind, and Phil would join him if he wasn’t so out of breath. Every inch of him is on fire– and not in the good way, not in the Bolas way, just in the torturous way. 
He keeps seeing Chayanne. Flashes of yellow on the landscape below. Hope, like a flower, blooming in his chest. But every time he sees it, or sees Tallulah, a black fist crushes that hope with a quick blink. 
Finally, he sees water, and the boat. His wings are on the verge of giving out and he barely gets Tubbo out and over the water before he stumbles, cramps, and pulls into a nosedive.
When he slams into the water, it’s cold– it shocks him, and he inhales by accident, coughing as he breaks the surface. His wings are wet and heavy but he can’t bring himself to care, spitting out clumps of water and dust mixed together into a thick, glue-like paste. He feels like a cement mixer, and ahead of him he can see Tubbo crawling out of the water and onto the back of the boat, hair plastered to his forehead. Somehow, he finds the strength to lift his arms and make his wings spasm in a way that pushes him forward, towards the boat. He feels Tubbo’s hands on his arm and then the faint sound of him shouting, and then Fit invades his gaze and two other hands grasp him, dragging him onto the boat. 
The wood is hard beneath him and Phil lies there for a second, still spitting up water and gunk. Fit and Tubbo are talking, and he clues in just as Fit says–
“Phil, we have to go get the others.”
“I can’t,” he says. Neither of them seem to hear him. His wings lie limp and lifeless behind him, waterlogged and exhausted. His entire back is on fire and his feathers are dull, the weight dragging him back as he forces himself to stand. His body feels like one gigantic bruise.
“We have to get others,” Fit says, the elytra on his back ruffling. Phil envies him, but only for a moment.
“I can’t,” Phil insists. He rummages through his inventory, and comes up with a lasso in his hands. “My wings are gone, dude, they’re– I can’t fly, it’s not physically possible. I can’t get anyone–”
It doesn’t matter how much he wants to. It doesn’t matter how much guilt gnaws at him, tearing through his stomach lining with teeth that gnash and chew. 
“I will, then,” Fit says, determination writ on his brow. His face is impenetrable, but Phil sees his own guilt reflected back at him. “Here, the lasso, I’ll–”
And then he’s gone, and Tubbo is left supporting Phil with one hand, and Phil is still reeling. They have one singular moment to breathe. Phil spits onto the deck, and Tubbo follows suit, red blood mixing with water and then disappearing as another wave washes up onto their feet. They stumble forward and Phil shakes Tubbo off, then shakes off some of the water from his wings. Even that little motion sends acres of pain flashing through him, like sparks of electricity up and down his spinal cord. He thinks he might be dying.
He kind of hopes he is.
God, Chayanne.
“Phil,” Tubbo says, looking at his MDA. It’s ringing, and vaguely Phil realizes his is too. Everything is still a little fuzzy in his ears. “Shit. Meteor. We need to go, we need to–”
And then they’re on the move again.
He has no choice. He runs.
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onmyyan · 1 year
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Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
A/N: here comes the boy NOT EDITED
TW'S: FEM READER, YANDERE, STALKING, MANIPULATION, MURDER, MENTION OF PIGS EATING CORPSES NOT GRAPHIC 👁️👄👁️, READER GETS CALLED PRETTY GIRL
Ashley Hunt HC's
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The idealized western cowboy in a modern man's body.
6'6 and wide as a barn, Ashley is an old-fashioned type of beautiful, looks like someone straight out of an Old Western.
His sandy hair has a habit of falling in his eyes when he's working so he often wears a brown leather hat he'd gotten from his Father to prevent this.
He has this habit when he's thinking where he plays with his lips, it's very distracting.
Smells and looks like he's just come running from somewhere- never unpleasant though, it's a mix of sweat and the country air.
Always has that saccharine smile on his handsome face.
Has a loud, goofy laugh, his eyes light up when he does it and his nose scrunches in the cutest way.
He's polite to everyone he meets but he is far from a pushover.
Hates bullies of any kind. Takes on the hero role whenever he's confronted with injustice.
If he sees something wrong he can't just sit by and not do something.
Which isn't hard considering this big mf hauls farm equipment around for a living, he's had to wrestle rowdy bulls into their pens before, he can take another person down easily.
Holds the door open for you every time. Don't even think about touching that handle.
His go-to look is a pair of denim Levi jeans (man's got serious cake when he's working all the strong muscles in his thighs bulge), a white tank that sits on his flesh like a second skin, if it isn't too hot he'll throw on a flannel.
Got a BAMF belt buckle as a gag gift one year but he unironically loves it.
Does this thing where he stands at his full height, stares down at you, his hat casting a dark shadow over his heated stare, both of his big, strong hands rested comfortably on the buckle, it made your knees weak every time.
Knows you have a thing for his voice so he likes to come up from behind and gently kiss just below your ear,
"Hey there Sugar Bear."
All his clothes look well-loved and worn, he don't care much for how he looks, which is ironic since the whole town calls him a pretty boy.
Looks like someone pulled him straight out of one of those sexy country man calendars.
He's a pretty confident guy, except when it comes to you, of course, then he turns into a bumbling teenager trying to talk to his crush without fumbling over his words.
Gets all red and blushy when you call him pretty. Literally has to fan himself with his hat.
You like to randomly shower him with compliments and he gets so flustered he has to stop what he's doing to kiss you.
"Good lord woman yer gonna' put me in an early grave."
For a while, you had to avoid the friendly farmer because the mere sight of him hauling hundred-pound stacks of hay like they weighed nothing had you feeling some not-so-platonic things.
Has you sweating like a sinner in church just from one well-timed boyish smile.
His wavy locks are a few different shades of dirty blonde, he's almost always wearing his hat in an effort to keep his bangs outta his eyes,
The times he took the damn thing off were your favorite cuz the way his hair fell around his face, framing it beautifully, you could really see all of his marble-carved features.
Takes his hat off inside, of course, his mama raised him right.
Works on his family's farm, he grew up working the fields with his Pa so hard work is in his blood.
When he starts something he finishes it. No matter what.
That includes pursuing you as his one and only.
Sun-kissed skin from being outside all day.
He can play the acoustic guitar and loves to sing to himself during his free time.
Voice is deep and warm.
Really good at puzzles.
Loves the idea of a big family but at the same time is so possessive of you and your attention that he battles with the idea.
Likes to draw for fun, mostly sketches and stuff is really good at it.
He likes to sketch you most of all.
Has dozens upon dozens of journals filled with your visage, he doesn't think he can ever truly capture your beauty.
Really self-sufficient if something breaks down in your house and you don't wanna spend a fortune calling some company, you called Ashley Hunt, and he never asked for anything in return either.
Whenever he goes to town people always stop him for something, be it for his help or to give him some goods as thanks, he never leaves empty-handed.
The whole town just adores him, so much so that if you ever tried to run from him, try to use the townsfolk to hide, they'd lure you into a false sense of security, convincing you they'd drive you outta town, only to hand deliver you back to Ash.
He's a protective/possessive/worshiper kinda Yandere.
The first time you meet you're just moving into your Gran's old farmhouse, he knows your Grandma well as she's the closest neighbor to his Farm, he'd been regularly helping her out with household chores or busy work whenever she asked.
The day he sees you hop out of her pick-up, he swore his heart skipped seven different beats.
Your delicious-looking form was clad in these little shorts, no doubt trying to combat that county heat. The black t-shirt you had on was rolled up at the sleeves showing off your arms, he watched them flex as you hauled a box over your shoulder like it was nothing.
His throat goes dry, sweat begins beading at his temple, and it's not the 90-degree weather, you helped your grandmother out of the car with a graceful smile and a certain kind of sweetness, the sight had a swarm of butterflies going wild in his belly.
He saw the remaining boxes stacked in the back of the truck and knew he'd found his ticket in.
You'd come back outside to the towering man at the edge of the yard, hat in hand, he'd shoot you that star-studded smile, voice sounding like melted butter.
"Hello there Miss, my name's Ashley Hunt, I'm your next-door neighbor, I just came on by to check if y'all needed a hand." He gestured towards the truck with his hat.
Then you had the nerve to shoot him that damned smile, so bright and full of life it nearly knocked him out of his socks.
He spends the rest of the day helping you move in, the conversation flowing so easily by the time you two stopped talking it was well past midnight.
He learned so much about you, just from this one convo he knows everything he needs to about you.
And you're perfect.
"I sure am sorry for keeping you up so late sweetheart." Running his hands through his hair he couldn't keep his eyes off you.
He watched you visibly light up at the pet name and couldn't fight the smirk pulling at his lips.
"Don't worry about it! I was having so much fun- again thank you so much for all your help today." You looked so sweet standing there next to him, he was a good head or so taller than you, you looked up at him with those beautiful (e/c) eyes and he had to fight the strong urge to hold you against his chest.
Knows from that night alone you're his Darling.
It's inevitable you spend time with him, as he was your closest neighbor.
He finds any and all excuses to come over in the beginning.
"This floorboard feels a little loose, I'll come by later n' fix her up."
"That window feels a bit drafty hun, why don't I get a handle on that."
Eventually, he runs out of stuff to repair and builds the courage to just ask you out for a romantic dinner at his place. He doesn't cook anything fancy, but it does taste good a real homemade meal.
He thinks long and hard about how to show you he's the one and comes up with a teeth-rottingly cute idea.
Leads you by a gentle hand out to his field where he'd prepared a soft blanket and several throw pillows, fairy lights were strung up on the fence nearest, casting a warm glow on the scene.
After you spend hours talking and giggling, you lay back against the soft blanket and stare up at the clear sky.
Well, you were busy with the stars, he was busy staring at you.
"Ain't you a pretty picture."
That night after he walks you home, just before you turn to say goodnight, cups your face in one hand, "Can I kiss you pretty girl?" And when you breathlessly nod yes, he brings his other hand to the back of your neck and softly pulls you the rest of the way in.
He kisses you the same way soldiers kiss their wives before war, takes the breath outta you both.
Loves when you do anything domestic if you cook at his place or oh my god for him? He's whipping out the ring before the plates are clear.
Or when you stay the night for the first time, he's immediately addicted to the way you feel in his arms, and literally cannot sleep without you by his side look what you've done.
His morning voice is to die for.
"G'mornin' pumpkin." He has the biggest grin on his face when he wakes up, likes to trace his fingers on your bare skin.
You put his hat on once as a goof but he freezes in place, his face is beet red and his breath gets all heavy.
"Don't move a muscle Darlin'- lemme get a good look at ya'."
"Mm mm mm- now that's a sight a man could get used to."
Sleeps naked, if you're uncomfortable with it he'd throw on some boxers but that's it.
Runs too hot for much else.
Sleeps on his stomach and likes to stare at you when he does it.
Hold his hand and he will giggle like a little kid.
He's a lot smarter than he looks so his Yandere tendencies are easy to hide.
"C'mere sweetheart, don't think we're leaving the bed yet."
He's slowly getting you used to the idea of being his housewife, just wants to take care of you.
Like I said before he's beloved by the entire town so if anyone ever tried something with you he didn't approve of (smile at you a little too hard, make you laugh, get too close for his liking) all he's gotta do is give em' that look and if they're smart enough they back right on off.
However if their self-preservation doesn't kick in at that murderous glare, he gives em' one and only one warning to stay away from what was his. It's only polite.
If they did, Ashley would be all smiles and buddy-buddy. You'd never even know something was wrong.
If they don't back down though, well that's what he keeps pigs for.
Did you know pigs can eat a whole body in like three hours? Cuz Ashley knows.
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augustghosts · 1 year
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Wasting Water
Tangerine x fem!reader
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So uhh… I'm back! But, with something (someone) new! I watched Bullet Train recently and I just couldn’t help myself. I’m so obsessed with this man 🍊 also i’m a sucker for patching each other up after a mission trope so um, I hope someone enjoys this! lmao. I haven’t written in a few months and I'm a lil rusty so if this sucks… don’t even worry about it… also i didn’t proofread this so if you spot any mistakes, spelling or otherwise, let me know!!
Word Count: 2.4K
Warnings: Fem reader. Shower sex. Unprotected sex. Fingering, oral (f receiving), Slight choking but not really, PinV etc etc etc (so minors turn around and leave pls) Established relationship. Lots of pet names. Naughty language, obviously. Mentions of blood and fighting and that. Tangerine being soft with the reader (warning in and of itself.)
“Fuck me,” Tangerine’s deep voice practically bounces off the walls, way too loud for the early hours of the morning. Way too loud for the way her head is pounding right now. He doesn’t see her wince, he’s too busy messing with the cuffs of his shirt. She watches as he unbuttons the white sleeves and rolls the fabric up to his elbows. “That was a fuckin’ disaster.” He finishes,
He finally looks up at her, standing in front of the mirror scrubbing at her hands. The water swirling down the drain turns bright red as it descends. She looks just as disheveled as he does. Dried blood, both their own and otherwise, splashed on their skin and clothes. He feels a pang of guilt as he watches her, he knows she’s upset. The job going so wrong being partially his fault, the argument that ensued on the way back being about him not taking responsibility.
The hotel room is small - the only one left. He’s standing in the doorway of the bathroom, practically right behind her. She looks up at him and his heart twists inside his chest - she looks tired, and sad. He hates it. He opens his mouth to speak but she beats him to it.
“Can you get out?” She asks, turning to him. “I’m gonna get in the shower.”
That squeezing his chest hits him again, he tries to ignore it. He nods and sighs, turning to leave. As he does, the large slash on her cheek catches his eye. He stops in his tracks and turns his body fully towards her.
“When did you get that?” He asks, his hand comes up to cup her face. How did he not notice?
“It’s fine. It’s only small.” She sighs, she doesn’t have the energy to push him away.
“It’s fuckin’ not.” He says sternly. His opposite hand came up to her other cheek. Holding her head still so he can inspect her face. The cut looks deep, a bruise already forming around it. She watches him, his eyes soften as they dart across her face.
“You gotta clean that.” He says, turning to dig through her makeup bag which sat beside the sink. He pulls out a washcloth and starts to run it under the sink.
“I was gonna do it in the shower.” She mumbles. “But you won’t leave.”
He sighs again, a habit of his she’s always hated. He turns with the cloth and she steps back.
“Just get out so I can wash up.” She mumbles and tries to snatch the flannel from him. His free hand grasps her wrist, softly - but firmly enough to keep her still.
“Oi,” He holds the cloth out of her reach. “Let me help.”
It’s her turn to feel guilty this time. The pleading look in his eyes made her feel defeated.
“Up.” He points to the counter. She obeys and jumps up to sit on the cold marble. Allowing him to stand between her knees. He’s as gentle as ever, as he always is with her, as he dabs at the wound on her face. She studies him too. His messy curls and furrowed brow. The bags under his eyes. This job literally couldn’t have gone any worse, but at least they were both safe. Something she liked to tell herself when stuff like this happened. At least he was here, alive and breathing. His face inches from hers, his warm hands cradling her jaw. God, he looked good.
When he places the rag down in the sink, she doesn’t hesitate to throw her arms around his neck. He jolts, surprised for a few seconds - his hands squeeze her thighs as he tries to manoeuvre himself to reciprocate the hug, but she’s holding him too tightly. He chuckles, his chin resting on her shoulder as she cradles his head. They both know what this means- I’m sorry and I love you. They had never been the best at communicating with words, unless they were fighting that is. But moments like this they both understand.
“C’mon,” He mumbles into her neck. Placing a kiss there for good measure. “Let’s get in.”
He gestures to the shower. She sniffles into his shoulder and he pats her thighs before pulling away. He messes with the shower, swearing to himself as he tries to figure it out. She undresses behind him and slides past him into the cubicle when he finally gets the water flowing.
“I wanted to do that.” He jokes after he gets his own clothes off, stepping in beside her. “I love undressing you.” He whispers as he watches her. The hot water drips down her face from her hair, cascading down her body. He reaches
for her hips and pulls her in for a kiss. The first kiss in hours, but honestly, it feels like days. Her hands explored his broad chest and shoulders as they melted into each other. The steam that was filling the bathroom helped to cloud their minds, helping to push out the awful memories from the job.
“So gorgeous, darlin’.” He murmurs against her cheek, pressing kisses. His hands travel to her ass, a firm squeeze forcing a moan of his name from her lips. Her back is pressed up against the cold tile. It’s his turn to step under the hot water but he doesn’t really take it in, he’s too busy tickling the skin of her neck with his moustache. His lips travel south as his hands rise up to cup her chest. Another firm squeeze has her laughing breathlessly against his mouth. He kisses her one more time, slowly and deeply. His tongue brushes hers and his teeth latch onto her bottom lip, a small playful tug.
Within seconds he’s on his knees. Her strong, beautiful man is exactly where she wants him, on his knees in front of her. His lips swollen, cheeks flushed, his gorgeous curls soaking wet and sticking to his skin. His big blue eyes watch her as she pushes her fingers through them, pushing them out of his face. His hands knead her hips as he takes in the view in front of him. One hand curls around her knee, encouraging her to lift it and place it over his shoulder.
“Shit, baby.” He practically groans as her pussy is opened up for him. “I can never get enough of you.”
“It’s all yours.” She whispers above him, the shower almost drowning her out. “Please, Tan."
“God, Sweetheart. as much as I love hearing you beg for me. It’s not needed tonight.” He’s as desperate for her as she is for him. When is he not desperate for her? He couldn’t tell you. He groans into her heat as he has his first taste of the night. He uses his thumbs to open her up for him and dips his tongue in teasingly. The warm tip slowly circling her clit, softly applying the amount of pressure he knows she likes. Her knees almost buckle and a breathless moan of relief hits his ears. Fuck, he loves the sounds she makes. And he intends to drag them out of her all damn night. His tongue stays where it is, working her skilfully towards the edge whilst one of his fingers starts to circle her entrance. It pushes slowly inside and he smirks when he feels her clench around his single finger.
“More.” Her fingers pull at his hair as she whimpers. “Please.”
He obviously obliges, after the hard day they’ve had he isn’t in the mood to tease. His cock is rock hard already and the sensation of her warm, wet cunt squeezing the life out of his fingers has him moaning around her clit.
“Like that. Fuck, just like that.” She encourages him as he begins to work her with his fingers. He glances up at her, her head tilted back, her mouth open as she whispers to him. Ap fucking beautiful. “I’m close. Shit, that feels so good baby. Oh my god.”
It doesn’t take long for the world to crash down around her, his name becoming the only word she can remember. The feeling of his mouth and his fingers and his curls in her hands, quickly becoming overwhelming. He chuckles when she pushes at his head.
“Shit, baby.” She’s panting, the steam from the still running shower not helping. She pulls him in to kiss him messily. Her whole body is sensitive and on fire. Her hand wraps around his cock, he tenses and clenches his jaw and she can’t help but press her mouth to the sharp edge.
“You look so fuckin’ gorgeous when you come for me like that.” He says, his voice gravelly. He’s impatient as fuck, her soft hand twisting around his shaft is driving him nuts.
“We’re wasting so much water.” She giggles against his skin.
“Best get out then.” He says, reaching behind her to turn off the water. She opens her mouth to protest but he covers it with his hand before whispering: “I wanted to bend you over the sink anyway.”
She grins behind his hand, he mirrors it when he removes his palm and guides her out of the cubicle. Her still wet hands slide on the marble counter as she grips it. Tangerine stands behind her with a firm grip on her hip, his other hand holding his heavy cock. Positioning himself at her entrance.
“You ready for me, Sweetheart?” He groans as he rubs his head through her folds. She’s nodding desperately when he finally manages to take his eyes off her pussy and look up at her in the mirror.
“Please,” She knows exactly what he wants to hear. “Please fuck me. I need you.”
He smiles, almost wickedly, at how fucked out she already looked. He hadn’t even started yet. They both moan breathlessly as he pushes inside of her as slowly as he can muster. Holding back just so he can see that pleading look in her eye as she makes eye contact with him in the mirror, a whine leaving her lips.
“I know, baby.” He growls as he begins to thrust slowly. “Fuck you feel so good. So tight and so fucking wet for me.”
She loves when he’s talkative like this. He’s still gripping her hip, definitely enough to leave a bruise. A hand snakes around her body to grip one of her tits, he moans behind her as he squeezes her nipple between his fingers. She stretches her hand out behind her to reach for him and he knows exactly what she wants. After the day they had, she just wants to be close to him. He obliges and pulls her to his chest, both of his strong arms wrapping around her.
“You love it like this don’t you?” He asks, his lip’s right beside her ear as he watches her in the mirror. Her hands are gripping his firm forearms as he thrusts into her like it's the last time. Tangerine was nothing if not passionate, especially when they were alone. One of his hands rises to gently wrap around her throat, tilting her head up so he can sloppily kiss her. All tongue and moaning into each other's mouths - it’s glorious. The feeling of his hand squeezing her neck and the sensation of his moustache on her upper lip prompts that fire to begin to smolder in her belly.
“I’m close, Tan.” She whimpers. His grip impossibly tightens on her and he bites into her shoulder.
“Me too, darlin’.” He says against her skin. “Cum for me, gorgeous. I’ll right fucking behind you.”
One of her own hands travels downwards to her clit, Tangerine's eyes widen as he watches her touch herself in the mirror.
“Fuck that’s it. I love watching you like this.” He tilts her head up towards him again, his hand still cradling her jaw. “Cum for me, baby. I wanna see it.”
His words almost act like permission, her body reacting to him instantly. As usual. Her knees going weak and her grip on his arms tightening as she cums on his cock. Her pussy squeezing the life out of him and the feeling of her nails digging into his muscles sends him off as well. His teeth dig into her neck hard enough to definitely leave a mark as he spills inside of her. The sensation of him filling her up making her squeeze around him again. A breathless moan of his name as they both relax. His arms falling to the counter in front of her, his warm body pressed against her back - caging her in. His lips kissing her jaw and cheek, mumbled praises and affirmations. For the first time that day, she finally felt okay.
She almost ruins the moment for herself, thinking about how they will have to get up and do it all again tomorrow. But the sound of her lover's voice asking her what she wanted for dinner snapped her out of it.
“I’m so fuckin’ hungry.” He complained. Standing up straight and running a hand through his hair. Tomorrow didn’t matter, not when she had the most beautiful man in the world standing right here in front of her. She laughs at him and he laughs back, a rare sight reserved solely for her and a few others.
“I gotta take another shower after that.” She says.
Tangerine earns a smack to his chest when he asks: “Round two?”
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pedge-page · 2 months
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Okay but pls feel free to ignore this I'm not creative but I love your writing
But I have an elderly sphynx (cat) and he's the love of my life, he gets cold so he wears jumpers and hats, and wants to be inside my clothes for warmth and is just an absolute baby, and sleep in my arms/in my hood honestly 24/7. He's like a small person he's so needy.
I can picture Joel getting home and pregnant reader has acquired one from someone, and the cat is her "practice" baby and she dresses him up and absolutely spoils him and carries him everywhere and Joel is just so baffled by what on earth is going on. BUT CANT QUESTION IT BECAUSE READER IS A MEANIE (as she should be) (mother knows best)
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Sphinx cats are so cute oh my gosh!!! She would love him so much, subconsciously because she'd think it's like a little Joel when he would shave and be like "smooth—hairless—baby man" (which is subsequently the last he shaved fully).
Also can't believe youre gonna give such cute imagery but not even show us with a pic ugh devastating but ALAS. Here's how it would go:
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When Joel comes home, he usually expects one of two things: you're sleeping on the couch with some mixed fruit jelly smeared all over your mouth and between your tits, or you're throwing a plastic cup (because he pre-baby-proofed the house to avoid having any dangerous objects in YOUR grasp) at his head for opening the door the "wrong way" (how does one open a single sided hinged door the wrong way? He's still trying to figure it out).
So when he walks in the front door and hears excited little peeps from you from the bedroom, he's a little weary.
It's not till he's tossing his keys on the counter and hearing you say "you're such a handsome man" that Joel's heart stops.
There's no way. You wouldn't. Not now, not so fucking pregnant with his baby—
Oh fuck. Was it his baby? Or was it this "handsome man" in HIS house with HIS wife, canoodling in HIS bed!??
And how long? How long has this affair been going on under his roof? The entire time you'd be angry at Joel during your pregnancy, maybe you meant it? Maybe you were done with him, seeking something new and exciting?
When Joel finally rounds the corner, just one step away from the doorway, listening to your giddy gasps and rustling clothes, he doesn't know if he can bring himself to find out. Can only imagine a million things he's going to see, all of which are too painful to conceptualize.
He hears your excited giggles, closes his eyes, braces his heart, and walking in.
It takes him a second to register what he's looking at: there's no other man in here, but rather something tucked up in one of his old high school hoodies that you're wearing, backwards, with the hood hanging against your chest.
Then there's something moving in it, and he's almost scared you may have already had the baby and are suffocating it in the hood, though your belly is still very much full, so what—?
"Joel!" You shout, looking petrified as if you're caught in a scheme.
Before Joel can even speak up to ask what's going on, you're pulling what is possibly (from Joel's perspective, mind you) the ugliest pink squirmy ballsack out of his hoodie, complete with a skiny pale rat tail, big marble eyes and pointed ears.
"Meet Ramses!"
He drops his backpack at the door and stares. "What. Is that."
"I literally JUST said his name is Ramses." you scold, kissing the—thing— on the wrinkly folds of its forehead.
It starts purring affectionately, and it clicks.
"That's a CAT?" Joel shouts.
You can feel the poor thing curls up against you with tension at his booming voice.
Joel, please, lower your voice—"
"Where's its fur? No wait, why is it here? How did you get a cat? Who's cat is it? WHY do you have it??"
"Well Deanna next door had a family emergency in Connecticut and they had to fly out this morning, so I agreed we'd watch Ramses until they got back."
"Why is it naked? What did you DO to it?" Fucking hell, Deanna and George are going to have a field day to find you'd shaved their pet literally within 24 hours—
"That's the way it is. Never seen a sphinx cat before?"
Hes not really listening at this point. Joels heart rate had finally caught up with him as he kind of breathes a sigh of relief.
A cat. He thought you were having an affair with a cat.
"Isn't he sooooo cute!!!" You squeal with little jumpy feet.
But it's not cute. Not with the way it's looking at Joel, with its slitted murderous eyes and pointed claws clinging to you while it hisses at him.
"Why is it in my hoodie?"
"He's cold, damnit Joel even YOU noticed he's naked. Poor handsome baby needs all kinds of love, and sweaters, and warmth and—"
The little sucker is just eating it up, as you babble on about getting it jumpers, and baby socks, and cutting all of Joels sweaters up so it can rest on top of your belly, and a spot for it in the bed—
"The BED? NO. No ballsacks in the bed."
"He's SO much cuter than your HAIRY ballsack, Joel, which as far as tonight, can agree to those terms and sleep on the couch." You scoff him and hold Ramses to your chest, scratching his ears and kissing him as you shove past your husband.
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Joel doesn't know what to do. Its one thing to agree to feed a cat every so often for a friend while they're out. It's something else entirely to be doing... what you've been doing.
There's a new amazon box in every hour with custom knitted cat sweaters and hats and ear muffs that you've gone off the reservation with just "needing" to keep warm, now full blown getting an outfit for every occasion. He hears you talking to it like a person, using a baby voice to tell him how handsome he looks, "like a wittle baby pharoh". Joel is tripping over all the cans of luxirous cat food youve been "testing" to find his desired taste. The man can't even get cuddles with you anymore because you're so god damn obsessed with swaddling Ramses in your clothes and softest blankets.
And it KNOWS. The damn cat KNOWS you've completely ignored your ever doting and pampering husband for it—while it does NOTHING but absorb your affection. You've craddled it against your every exposed piece of skin from sleeping across your neck to letting it rest atop your bump. Each time Joel tried to hug you, there's a quick hiss at him and low and behold there's the sleeping Ramses all nestled in HIS GODDAMN HOODIES (granted, that he gave you BUT STILL) wedged between your tummy and tits like a sauna, all curled up as youre talking to it like its a—
Oh my god.
"Are you... practicing—for the baby??"
You stop mid bounce of the kitty in your lap, wearing a matching knitted sweater to yours. "What! No! Thats—" but your eyes faulter to the cat who's just been helplessly going along with your toying. "No! Ramses is just a sweet little kitty who has NEEDS. Poor baby boy is so cold, he needs warmth of a —"
"Mother?"
"MAYBE."
Joel goes to sit down but the cat is giving him a less than inviting glare, so he slinks back to the other end of the couch.  "Honey. I think you're taking the cat-sitting too far."
"NO Im not!" You cry. You clutch the poor baby close to you defensively.  Why are you crying? I mean, you KNOW why--you're worried Joel is going to take your baby away from you—
Ooooooooooooooooooh. Oh fuck.
You stare at the little lump of skin curled up in your lap, with his collar that says "mommy's goodest boy" and realize how much Joel is definitely right...
Not that you'd EVER tell him that.
"No. You're wrong. I'm just being a fantastic neighbor. And you're being a shitty husband and not supporting me."
"That's a little too far—"
"And—" you interject. "Even if it WAS my baby practice. Which it isn't. You aren't being a very supportive father here either."
He sighs in defeat.
Can't argue there.
so when Deanna and George call to let you know they're going to be another week up North, you let them know Ramses is in good hands.
All true. Now that Joel had gained Ramses trust and had maneuvered the little guy in the new baby sling that you two could not figure out for months, you felt pretty confident in Joel's papa skills blossoming.
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[CN] Li Zeyan’s Metropolis Date (Eng Translation)
⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 都会之约, that is yet to be released on the global server! ♡
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[Translation under the cut]
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【Important Notes】 
some of you might already know this, especially those of you who follow my translations, but still gonna explain since it’s the pivotal point of this date 🤭
The term “哥哥” (gēge) literally translates to “elder brother”, you might be more familiar with the Korean or Japanese alternatives of this term (oppa/ onii-chan). if not used to address your own elder brother, you wouldn’t dare to use it with just anyone – so, when a Chinese girl addresses a boy as her “gege”, she’d use it to address sb she has a very close/ intimate relationship with, address her boyfriend, or take the leap and address a guy she has a crush on to be cutesy LOL. which is why the use of “gege” in this date is so multifaceted — the term which was initially used as a courtesy becomes a “barrier” in fear of being “friend-zoned”, but makes come back in the parts when used by MC’s friends to tease her or when MC hesitates to address him as “gege” in private b/c of the crush connotation haha.
✦ the use of “gege” with the connotation of boyfriend/ crush prevails in the canon verse too, MC used to address Li Zeyan by this term when they were little and after the first comeback, we’ve had MC use this term many times in the past years: ♡
setting and timeline:
the present day story takes place in New York, around 1925/27, and before the great depression (1929).
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【Chapter 1】 
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Hubbubs of laughter intermittently resonate from the stretch convertible as it glides through the night, weaving through the distant and nearby lights before coming to a halt in the front courtyard of the mansion.
Myself and a few female friends of mine, slightly tipsy and carrying a faint scent of alcohol, support the ornate headpieces wobbling on our heads as we step down from the car, laughing and playfully nudging one another.
Female Friend: Can you believe Jennifer actually invited that actor! Seriously, when our eyes met, I was practically drowning in those eyes; I didn’t even hear a word he said…
Thinking back to that man whose words were dripped with flattery, I lazily let out a yawn.
MC: Enough, Louise. Perhaps your brain is just filtering out those unpleasant bits of news, you know?
MC: He should thank his lucky stars for starring in a silent movie; otherwise, no one would buy into his performance.
MC: If it weren’t for Jennifer, the editor-in-chief, insisting, I wouldn’t even want to mention his name in the article chronicling tonight’s nightlife… it’s just a waste of space for another line.
Amidst the laughter of the girls, I suddenly seem to feel a certain gaze on me. I stop talking and turn my eyes in the direction of home. Sure enough, I spot a familiar figure.
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With one hand resting on the marble railing of the terrace, Li Zeyan looks in my direction, his eyes lowered. The light outlines his physique, carving out a slender silhouette.
Through the thick darkness of the night, those somber eyes lock with mine for a moment. Then, he turns and walks into the villa.
Female Friend: Would you look at that, your old-fashioned gege is still awake at this hour… Could he be waiting for you?
I receive a teasing elbow nudge from my friend, but I offer no retort.
“Old-fashioned.” That term does seem to match him quite well.
In this era where there is never any shortage of merrymaking, he rarely makes appearances at gatherings like banquets and social clubs.
Tonight, before heading out, I asked him if he would like to accompany me, and unsurprisingly, I was met with a rejection.
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LZY: No, I have no intention of attending.
LZY: It’s not that I have any other rendezvous to make an appearance at, but I do have more pressing matters to take care of.
LZY: You go ahead, but don’t stay out too late.
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Perhaps he does have something else he’s really eager to pursue, or perhaps he simply wants to steer clear of certain people… who knows?
Reflecting on the unexplained decrease in our interactions since becoming adults, a hint of melancholy suddenly settles into my heart. I press my lips together, incline my head, and speak nonchalantly as if unaffected.
MC: [blushing]  It isn’t something worth caring about, is it? Anyway, he’s not my “real gege”...
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Creak—
The sound of the gate slowly being pushed open rings out in my ears. I turn my head and see Li Zeyan behind the door, quietly arching an eyebrow. Undoubtedly, he has heard what I just said.
A flicker of guilt passes through me. Aware of my companions’ fixed gazes behind me, I walk into the house with my chest held high, close the door behind me, and walk past Li Zeyan.
LZY: Had a good time?
MC: Oh, it was pretty good… the atmosphere at the whole banquet was quite lively.
MC: Jennifer also showed us the new gemstone she recently bought. It was so… sparkling!
I nonchalantly remove my gloves and fling them onto the sofa, envy in my eyes as I raise my hands to gesture an approximate size in front of Li Zeyan. A light chuckle reaches my ears.
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LZY: If you fancy it, you can expect to receive an even finer one in the future.
MC: [blushing] I wish, but the qualities of the gemstones in New York in recent times have been really unappealing.
Li Zeyan’s eyes travel over my absent-mindedly pursed lips, but he doesn’t comment on anything. Instead, he simply taps his fingertips on the staircase railing rhythmically.
The air lapses into silence again, with only the swaying shadows of the trees playing on the floor of the hall. I stifle a yawn and walk past him as if nothing has happened.
MC: Alright, I’m going to go and hit the hay in my room. Tomorrow, there’s still…
LZY: MC.
Suddenly, a low whisper reaches my ears from behind. My hand gripping the railing pauses, and I stand on the stairs, turning to look back at Li Zeyan.
His intense gaze bores deep into me, and the emotions in his deep-set eyes appear more complex and difficult to discern than at any time in the past. After a moment, he finally speaks.
LZY: There’s something I believe I need to tell you.
LZY: Next week, I’ll be moving away from home.
MC: …
My lips part, and my heart suddenly pauses for one beat. My eyes wander over his face, trying to find any hint of jest in his words.
Did he say this in a fit of pique because of what I said earlier? But he’s clearly not the kind of person to behave like this…
While I stare at him with bewilderment and helplessness, Li Zeyan offers me no additional explanation. His brooding eyes trace over the intentionally rolled-up hem of my skirt before resting on my face.
LZY: Your father is waiting for us in the living room.
LZY: Come over after you’ve changed your clothes.
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【Chapter 2】 
I rush back to my room at lightning speed and take off the intricate and ornate feather headpiece from my head.
After changing into a dress that won’t elicit resigned criticism from my father, I head down the stairs in the direction of the living room, my mind in turmoil.
The sparkling crystal chandelier bathes the spacious room ahead in bright light. From a distance, I can hear the sound of gratified laughter, intermingled with my father’s heartfelt sighs. 
MC’s Father: …Zeyan, don’t ever speak such words. If the disaster of that year had befallen me, your parents would have made the same choice.
MC’s Father: I remember when you first came to this home, MC was only five years old–– clinging to you all the time like a piece of sticky candy, oblivious to day and night. [1]
MC: Why is it that the moment I step in, I hear you speaking ill of me~
I walk over to my father and give him a kiss on the cheek, then take my seat next to Li Zeyan naturally.
He holds my gaze briefly before averting his eyes, but his tone carries a subtle softness that is almost imperceptible.
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LZY: She was no bother. If anything, I find myself missing those times, too.
LZY: A plate of cookies was all she needed, and she’d joyfully sit by my desk, reading storybooks with me all night long.
MC: …I also really liked gege back then. No matter the time, you were always there to accompany me.
My father laughs, a wistful expression on his face. I also lift the corners of my lips to match the atmosphere, but my gaze lingers inquisitively on Li Zeyan’s elegant side profile.
Leaving… why did he have this idea all of a sudden?
I used to believe that no matter how much time elapsed… he would naturally remain by my side as a matter of course.
But this decision that came like a bolt from the blue seems to be telling me that I’m the only one who thought that way.
LZY: Yes, I’ve been keeping an eye on a promising aviation company. Their airplanes…
LZY: A number of stocks I acquired in the past few years have yielded good profits. After liquidating, my plans for the next steps include…
A baritone voice resounds from the seat next to me. Li Zeyan is recounting eloquently, seemingly answering some questions from my father, but I can’t pay attention in the slightest.
MC’s Father: …MC, won’t you raise a glass to your gege’s future?
My lower leg under the long table is gently touched, snapping me back to reality. I glance over to see Li Zeyan leisurely leaning back in his chair, his leather shoe brushing past me.
The brief touch just now was probably just an inadvertent act since he was shifting his sitting posture. However, it brings my attention to the fact that I’ve been staring at him for quite some time.
I let out a cough as an afterthought and quickly glance at my father.
MC: My apologies, I was a little lost in my thoughts just now, so…
MC’s Father: Of course, I am just as reluctant to part with him as you are… but I’m confident that when the time is right, Zeyan will come back to visit us.
This matter-of-fact comforting solace sweeps over my heart, gently veiling a certain “expectation” that I have never voiced.
An indescribable sourness swells within me. I raise my wine glass towards Li Zeyan beside me, wearing the same naive and coquettish smile as usual.
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MC: …gege, here’s to every expectation of yours turning into reality.
Li Zeyan lowers his eyes, his slender fingertips promptly picking up a goblet glass from the table. Then, he leans in slightly towards me.
Accompanied by the soft clink of glasses, his deep and low voice resonates in my ears.
LZY: Thank you. I really like this toast.
LZY: I’ll turn these words into reality.
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The moonlight behind the floor-to-ceiling windows filters through the sheer curtains, casting long and slender beams. I toss and turn on the soft bed for a long time before finally sitting up.
…Even if everything seems to be set in stone, I still want to fight for that last shred of possibility to make this man stay.
It’s very late at night, and the corridor is empty and quiet. I tread lightly past the door of my father’s room, then head briskly towards Li Zeyan’s room at the end of the corridor.
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From a distance, I can see a sliver of light escaping from the room–– to my surprise, his door is only partially closed.
A soft meow reaches my ears. Holding my breath, I watch Li Zeyan seated on the sofa, comforting Betty, whose hind paws are entangled in a ball of yarn.
He cradles it in his arms with one hand, and his well-defined hand trails down the cat’s back, with a touch just right that is neither too firm nor too gentle, preventing its struggling attempts.
His fingertips swiftly probe into the entangled mess of threads. With a few simple movements, the trapped paws are liberated.
Betty: Meow~
Betty purrs contentedly, nuzzling its head against Li Zeyan’s shoulder. His eyes also seem to be dyed with a subtle smile.
The familiar scene overlaps with memories of the past, and suddenly, I feel a little dazed.
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Under the ardent daylight, the greenery in the courtyard stretched ponderously.
The doors and windows lining both sides of the mansion had been opened early in the morning, allowing the summer breeze to weave through unhindered, bringing with it a touch of rare, refreshing coolness.
I was huffing in anger as I strode down the corridor, heading towards Li Zeyan’s room in the most familiar manner, intending to “interrogate” him.
MC: GEGE! Did you stop…
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I walked into his room, only to find a profound silence all around. Li Zeyan was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed and seemed to have drifted off to sleep.
Perhaps to block the dancing spots of dazzling sunlight, he casually rested the back of his left hand on his forehead, casting a gentle shadow over his eyelids.
His slender legs were rarely in such a relaxed posture, crossing casually. The business book in his hand had slipped to the floor at some point; its pages were blown by the breeze, producing a rustling sound.
Without realizing it, I lightened my steps and walked to the side of the sofa. I gazed at his dark strands of hair cascading down, gently resting on the prominent bridge of his nose.
Perhaps it was the light, but I suddenly noticed that there seemed to be some subtle changes on this face that I saw day and night.
Had his jawline become sharper? Or perhaps the knuckles of his hands seemed a little more pronounced? I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
I could only feel my heartbeat accelerating for no apparent reason, as though something that had been overlooked for a long time was now breaking through the surface.
As if drawn by an inexplicable attraction, I involuntarily leaned down towards him, wanting to touch his cheek. 
The next moment, I saw Li Zeyan suddenly open his eyes and lift his hand to clasp my wrist.
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LZY: You…
He spoke in a low voice, his tone still carrying a hint of drowsiness. It seemed he regarded everything to be a dream.
His eyes took on a softer expression, and the hold of his palm on my hand did not loosen. Instead, he drew me even closer to him.
His breath caressed my face, and I could almost see my own reflection in his eyes. It was like almost in the next second, we would–––
MC’s Father: Where did you run off to… Betty?
My father’s inquiring voice suddenly echoed from a distance, akin to a pebble thrown into a lake, shattering the interplay of light and shadows before me.
Li Zeyan was frozen for a moment, and then a clarity flashed in his eyes as if finally waking up. He let go of my wrist. Suppressing the ineffable emotions in my heart, I swiftly distanced myself slightly.
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LZY: …Why did you come in out of the blue?
MC: …the door was already ajar, and I didn’t know you were sleeping…
I muttered softly, but then I suddenly recalled something, my voice gaining a touch of confidence.
MC: I also have a question to ask. When James checked with you about whether I was available for a trip to the island next week, why did you reject him on my behalf?
Li Zeyan didn’t respond right away; he lowered his hand and picked up the rumpled book from the carpet.
LZY: Your father mentioned we have to go to the horse ranch next week; looks like you forgot.
LZY: Besides, there is no need to get involved with a guy whose family business is going downhill, yet he still dates a different girl every week.
MC: [girlie is stumped and flushed haha]  But before this, you said about Oren that he was secretly lingering in underground bars!
Li Zeyan calmly flipped open a page, not making eye contact with me.
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LZY: [HEAVENS THE WAY HIS TONE DROPS HERE] I’m simply stating the facts. Besides, you’ll have better choices.
MC: Like who?
In my frustration, I kept pushing for an answer, but then, the air suddenly lapsed into silence, and Li Zeyan’s fingertips also came to a pause.
My heart suddenly began racing by a few beats, and I stood up from the sofa in an attempt to conceal myself.
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MC: …anyway, I won’t allow you to interfere in this matter anymore!
In a rush, I walked towards the door as I spoke. But suddenly, I heard Li Zeyan calling out my name.
I turned around. The daylight outside the window had already transformed into the fading colors of twilight, and with that light falling on his back, I heard him speak.
LZY: I will give you that answer in the future.
LZY: Until then, don’t barge into my room unannounced like this again.
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[Tidbits]:
[1] MC’s dad mentions a specific type of candy here (牛皮糖 - nǚpítáng), which is made from sugar and sesame seeds; and has a chewy and sticky texture.
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【Chapter 3】 
LZY: Come on inside, I haven’t locked the door.
Li Zeyan’s voice suddenly transmits from the room. I snap back to reality, only to realize that my hand, which I raised to knock, has been hanging in mid-air for quite some time.
Tightening my lips, I calmly walk into the room and seat myself next to him on the sofa, my eyes scanning the room.
In the long time that followed afterward, I have refrained from setting foot in this room again. In stark contrast to my memories, the surroundings appear conspicuously emptier.
In one corner of the room, a leather suitcase lay open… the realization of the fact that this person is leaving suddenly becomes palpable.
LZY: You’re here at this hour; is something wrong?
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MC: [blushing]  …you can’t leave!
Two voices collide in unison. Before I can even register the situation, I have already grabbed hold of his hand.
LZY: …
The hazy lighting interweaves with the moonlight, and something seems to flash across Li Zeyan’s expression for a brief moment.
A searing warmth transmits from his palm, and in belated realization, I draw back my fingertips. However, I feel my hand being discreetly clasped, as if he is unwilling to let me escape.
LZY: What’s your reason for saying that?
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MC: It’s not for any reason. I just want… gege to always remain by my side.
Even though it has been a long time since I have addressed him by that term when we are alone with each other, I still purposely soften my tone. I can’t help but expect that Li Zeyan would, just like in our childhood, give me that helpless glance and yield to my coquettish demands.
A silence hangs in the air as Li Zeyan lowers his gaze to mine. In the next moment, his palm enveloping my wrist loosens ever so slightly.
LZY: MC, I am not the same as the toys you wanted when we were little.
LZY: Just the word that you “want” this is not a reason enough to sway me.
I’m slightly stumped and speak without thinking.
MC: But we’ve been living a good life for all this time, haven’t we?
MC: We have the ancestral estates and assets, a steady stream of income… I don’t understand why you’d want to make any changes.
Li Zeyan lets out a very soft chuckle and tilts his head towards the window.
The lights of the distant structures shimmer brightly, reminiscent of a flowing banquet in the boundless night. They reflect in his eyes, exuding a mix of pride and ambition.
LZY: There is nothing in this world that remains unchanged forever, MC.
LZY: Even the prosperity that you indulge in today began after the soldiers returned from the European battlefield.
LZY: Everything we see now was beyond imagination just a few years ago.
LZY: This era can sweep away all outdated existence, and at the same time, it can also give people everything they desire… as long as they can grab hold of it.
Li Zeyan shifts his gaze back to me as he says this. Even though his tone seems to be gentler than usual, it also carries a hint of unswerving determination.
LZY: So, I had already made this decision a long time ago.
MC: …when?
Did it stem from the day he made his first profit in the stock market, relying on his own business acumen? Or was it when he caught the wind of the other “old money” people gossiping about him? Or perhaps it was even earlier?
In a state of bewilderment and urgency, I await a response, but Li Zeyan doesn’t answer my question. Instead, he just gazes at me fixedly, leaning slightly in my direction.
The tranquil glow of the lights paints his eyelashes, and my heart pounds wildly as I watch Li Zeyan approach. He lifts his hand, tucking a strand of hair that was lingering by my cheek behind my ear––
–– like an explanation, or perhaps a reassuring promise.
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LZY: [in the most tender tone possible x1]  I am so happy that you’re here to persuade me to stay.
LZY: [x2]  But, there are certain things I want that I can only obtain by leaving.
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Jennifer: Alright, honey, I’m not here to rush you about the manuscript or anything, even though that special column you promised me has been overdue for a solid three weeks~
My friend’s teasing reaches me through the light fabric. I pull down the covers sullenly, glancing at the blonde girl sitting at the edge of the bed.
MC: Once I’m back in the writing zone, I’ll submit it to the magazine first thing… but, setting that aside, did you manage to find out any news about him?
Even though I don’t explicitly utter Li Zeyan’s name, Jennifer shrugs her shoulders.
Jennifer: You know, your gege rarely attends any banquets within the circle.
Jennifer: I’ve been making discreet inquiries on the airline side, but all I’ve found is that there’s this new guy named Victor, whose company has become a rising star in the industry… but it doesn’t seem to have any connections with him.
[T/N]: Yes, his writers are using his EN name “Victor” as his pseudonym 😂😂
I press my lips together, thinking back to the day Li Zeyan left and how I was so angry that I refused to see him for one last time.
If only I had known earlier, I would have abandoned those inexplicable emotions, opened the door, and had a few words with him.
Jennifer: I have an idea. What if we were to spread the word that you’re planning to hold a banquet at the estate next month to reveal the person you’ve chosen to be your fiancé?
Jennifer: If he does have the intention toward you, there is no way he will able to keep it hidden.
I blink. This suggestion sends a few ripples through my heart–– daring as it is, it might be the most effective method.
With my tacit approval, this piece of news spreads from the mansion along with Jennifer’s departure, gradually circulating from one banquet to another.
Half a month slips away rapidly, yet I still don’t hear any updates. The day of the banquet approaches amidst apprehension and anticipation.
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Large swaths of Phalaenopsis and Dendrobium orchids embellish various corners of the entire property, delicate and beautiful. Under the crystal chandeliers, the elegant fragrance of the flowers intermingle with the intense scent of perfumes, pervading the air.
With a smile, I express thanks or greetings to those who approach to congratulate me in pairs or groups, but my eyes continue to search for that figure I’ve been waiting for amidst the passing crowd.
Suddenly, a figure in a suit and leather shoes blocks my sight. A tall man walks over, raising his glass in a toast toward me.
Man: I’m Adam Arnott, a classmate of Jennifer’s from the academy.
The surname makes me realize that he hails from another wealthy family. I nod politely. However, the man shows no intention of leaving.
Man: I heard from Jennifer that you have a column in her magazine? Honestly, I find that quite impressive.
Man: In terms of killing time, it’s much more meaningful than being obsessed about choosing jewelry. Perhaps we can chat more…
Despite his courteous choice of words, the subtle condescension in his language leaves me agitated. I turn sideways with indifference, picking up a cupcake.
MC: Allow me to correct you. I don’t consider it as “something to kill time.” Had you read my articles, you wouldn’t have had that kind of judgment.
Man: Miss MC, you surely do not treat it as some serious work, do you? Forgive my bluntness, but it seems rather meaningless for people like us.
The way his attitude drips of being pampered as though he were a prince causes me to furrow my brows. Subconsciously, Li Zeyan’s image surfaces in my mind.
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MC: Well, in that case, here’s to the everlasting prosperity of your family’s business… however, I’ve heard that nothing in this world remains unchanged forever.
The other party probably wasn’t expecting me to counter like this, causing the expression on his face to turn somewhat unpleasant.
Man: Why don’t we ask the talk of the town, the “new money” person, and whose viewpoint he stands by… Mr. Victor?
I nonchalantly turn my head and observe this rumored aviation tycoon from behind, involuntarily raising an eyebrow.
His slender physique is wrapped in a royal blue suit, complemented by a black and white polka dot tie around his neck. He stands out among the crowd of men, looking effortless yet debonair.
–– It’s the men’s fashion style I recommended in my articles. This person has actually read my column very carefully.
The corners of my lips can’t help but curl up slightly, watching that tall, straight figure turn around. But the instant I clearly see his visage, my lips part involuntarily.
With my heart beating like a drum, he walks to my side at a pace that is neither too fast nor too slow, bringing with him a subtle scent of sandalwood.
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LZY: Of course, I stand by her viewpoint.
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【Chapter 4】 
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My eyes widen, and my gaze sweeps across the face of the person in front of me without even a single blink.
Perhaps due to the Southern sunshine, his complexion seems a shade deeper compared to the last time we saw each other, but his facial contours appear to be even more pronounced.
The fringes that he used to groom in a “proper” manner have now been slicked back into the trendiest hairstyle of the moment, showcasing his deep-set eyes and prominently arched eyebrows.
A pair of thin-rimmed glasses rest halfway on the bridge of his nose, not quite settled, and he casually pushes them up with his finger pad.
Through the lenses, a glimmer of smile seems to be shining in those deep eyes… or perhaps revealing certain emotions that were veiled in the past, but now, at this moment, seem evident with greater clarity.
LZY: The cream is about to melt.
As Li Zeyan speaks, he effortlessly takes the wobbling cupcake from my hand.
His broad and slender hand, wrapped in a moon-white glove, extends to pass me a piece of handkerchief.
Casual and comfortable, as if it weren’t a reunion after so long of separation, but rather our everyday interaction from back when we were still together at home.
I suppress the indescribable mix of sourness and joy in my heart, watching as the man converses with the people around him before raising an eyebrow.
Man: Ah, so you’re so Miss MC’s gege? Well, I suppose that explains your biased comment.
LZY: I believe the words I said just now are sufficiently objective.
LZY: If I’m not mistaken, with the inauguration of transatlantic flight routes, the stocks of shipping companies dropped at least ten percent. Your family’s business should be no exception.
LZY: To be able to maintain such unwavering optimism even in the midst of all these… I must say, Mr. Arnott’s attitude is truly admirable.
The man’s countenance grows slightly more ashen, while Li Zeyan stands next to me, calmly raising his glass to the crowd.
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LZY: I rarely attend any social gatherings, so I haven’t formally announced it in a public setting. But six months ago, I had already disaffiliated myself from MC’s family.
LZY: And I’m not attending this banquet today in the identity of her “gege.”
I don’t know if it’s my illusion, but the tone of his latter statement seemed to have a slightly slower pace, triggering my heartbeat to accelerate uncontrollably.
Not as my “gege”… then, in what identity did he come? Perhaps, he knows about the news I’ve put out?
I clink my goblet glass with him, trying my hardest to maintain my usual casual expression, and lift my head slightly.
MC: I suppose I ought to be thanking you. After all, you’ve just returned, and here you are, immediately coming to my rescue.
Li Zeyan and I hold each other’s gazes for a brief moment. A subtle curve graces the corners of his lips as he also softens his voice.
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LZY: I was being sincere, though.
LZY: I haven’t missed a single column you’ve written in  《The New Yorker》.
A wave of warmth accompanies his words, traveling from my ears to the throbbing center in my chest.
I gaze into those familiar and serene eyes, gently tapping the tie hanging down from his neck.
MC: Well, in that case, allow this writer to make one more suggestion.
MC: If it were replaced with a corrugated pattern in the same color, it would complement your suit today even better.
Li Zeyan sets down the goblet glass in his hand on the long table.
LZY: I didn’t bring an extra tie. Can I leave it to your care?
MC: Of course, come with me.
As I speak, my hand that was initially reaching to grasp his palm pauses mid-motion, and in the end, I settle for only holding onto his cuff.
He and I walk through the clustered bouquets of flowers and the crowd of people in their fragrant clothes, making our way toward the upper floor of the hall in a manner that couldn’t be more familiar.
Eyes from all around fall upon our departing figures. I don’t know if these people noticed anything, but I don’t care either.
All I know is that from the moment of parting, the thought that I painstakingly disregarded for the longest time became gradually clear: I desire to be with him in an identity that goes beyond our familial ties.
Will he be angry? Or will he helplessly discourage my intentions? Or perhaps, in reality, he does harbor certain unspoken feelings towards me…
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Suppressing my tumultuous heartbeat, I close the door, and the chatter and music outside finally fade away.
The air falls silent for a moment. I let go of Li Zeyan’s cuff, turn around to rummage through the intricate accessories, and speak as if casually inquiring.
MC: Finally, I can breathe a sigh of relief… have you had a chance to meet Daddy yet?
LZY: [the muted joy in his tone HHHHH]  Yeah, I went to his room to say hello after coming back, and we talked for a long time.
MC: Ah, he must’ve been so delighted; after all, he reminisces about you every now and then. “If Zeyan were here…,” is a sentence he says more often than not.
I exaggeratedly mimic my father’s manner of speaking, and my eyes secretly fall on Li Zeyan, hoping to catch his expression.
MC: You said earlier, “not as my gege”... then, in what identity are you here?
Maintaining a brisk tone, I continue sifting through without pausing my movements, as if this will be able to cloak my erratic heartbeat.
Li Zeyan doesn’t answer my question, and his footsteps come to a stop behind me. Even though there is a somewhat elusive distance between us, I can almost feel his body heat.
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LZY: I’m not the one who can give that answer.
I turn around, somewhat puzzled, only to see a black, gold-plated box being extended towards me.
The huge ruby inside, set against the velvet backdrop, sparkles with a flash of dazzling brilliance.
MC: This…
LZY: A gift for you. A certain someone mentioned before that the quality of gemstones in New York isn’t good enough these days.
LZY: So, it was transported here on my company’s first transatlantic flight, all the way from Europe.
Li Zeyan removes the ruby from the box as he speaks, placing it in the palm of my hand.
The slight coolness of the gemstone accompanies the warmth of his fingertips, and I hear Li Zeyan speak in a soft tone.
LZY: Even the most impossible fantasies can become reality.
LZY: MC, as long as you say the word.
I’m utterly dazed, suddenly recalling the brief conversation we had under the stairs the night before Li Zeyan left.
From the past to the present, he has always borne the weight of all my wishes, even if I’ve only mentioned them in passing.
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The sound of my heartbeat drums against my ears. Without uttering a word, I simply tug on his tie and rise on tiptoes towards this man who used to be my “gege.”
The distance between us bridges bit by bit, my somewhat quivering breath fanning across Li Zeyan’s face.
He watches me in complete silence, his eyes burning. He seems to be waiting for some form of confirmation, yet he doesn’t evade my actions.
That is, until, a fleeting kiss lands on the edge of his lips, and we briefly exchange our warmth with each other. I pull back slightly, avert my eyes, and speak.
MC: …what if this is what I desire?
LZY: …
I don’t hear his response. In the next second, my waist is suddenly shackled in place.
A deep kiss, which has been held in check for a long time, finally descends, erasing the last vestige of distance.
Two sets of lips that have never touched each other before roll back and forth, their inexperienced and slightly shaky intertwining exchange breaths that have long been familiar but never explored so deeply.
In those eyes of his, I see emotions mirroring my own. Patiently restrained feelings, a fluttering heart… but now added with a touch of certainty.
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LZY: I’ve probably held onto this expectation for longer than you.
LZY: What I longed for has always been right there within sight… and you made it a reality for me.
The brilliant chandelier overhead leaves shimmering spots in the field of vision, leaving one slightly dizzy. It feels like a firework that has been brewing for a long time has finally burst forth.
Turns out, we both harbored the same feelings all along.
The eyes that turned to look back when we passed by each other, the hands that reached out to touch only to retract… all the entanglements and poignant emotions of the past gently dissipate in this moment.
I close my eyes and hear his voice resonate, but now carrying with it a deeper undertone of mirth than ever before.
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LZY: Allow this gem to be a commemoration of this special occasion.
LZY: For that first dance in a while, how about sharing it with me?
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[Tidbits]:
[2] so in love with this imagery here. “白月光” (white moonlight) in chinese means first love but it comes with the connotation of something “unattainable.” here, it’s the color of his gloves, the “barrier” between their hands truly touching~ 🤧
[3] “ruby” is a symbol of passion, protection, everlasting love-- indeed the perfect move for Li Zeyan to choose this stone as his ~betrothal gift~ 🥺
[4] welp, if it wasn’t clear already LOL, sharing the “first dance” at this banquet is their official announcement of their engagement~ 🤭🤧
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aajjks · 2 years
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The price of Love (I)
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synopsis. they say the price of love is dangerous, but jungkook would pay anything to buy your love, at any cost.
Pairing(s): Yandere!sugar daddy jungkook x fem! Reader, eunwoo x Reader
warning: YANDERE, DARK, MATURE THEMES, creepy first date??? stupid friends, yn is dumb big time, cre*py jungkook lmao, money is vv important, mentions of sickness, dep*ession, crying, yn loves her mama…, cute eunwoo.
viewer discretion is advised, yandere stuff can be very triggering so read at your own risk, also let’s remember that this is purely fictional and this does not represent bts or jungkook irl.
note. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JUNGKOOK!~~~ I really really love him, respect him & the boys and wish I could marry him T_T…. Well, he’s my fav virgo after my mum and sister, my favourite man after my family men…. I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH. let’s all appreciate him in my inbox, what’s your favourite thing about jungkook? yikes my bday months finally here LMAO. hbd to zendaya too, my queen. 🥰
another note. LETS ALL WELCOME ANOTHER JK INTO MY MULTIVERSE. 🥰🥰🥰 you can send in asks for him and all of the characters too…. Also this is finally coming out after I released its teaser a year ago 😭🙏
IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED, REPLY UNDER THIS POST ONLY!
*not edited* *cringe & cliche too*
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Life was literally trying to fuck you over.
You slammed the empty plastic cups on the coffee counter, frustration was building up inside of you, you were so tired.
Being an adult was a curse for you, your life itself was a curse.
You resisted the urge to slam the kitchen door.
he was still here.
“I want to kill myself!” You cried to yourself, it was almost dark outside as you glanced towards the window of the coffee shop. Inhaling a deep breath you quickly tried to finish your work so you could go home.
Your mother would be worried sick.
“Y/N you done?” The voice of the cashier, eunwoo pulled you out of your thoughts, “almost, woo.” You replied, swiping the cloth across the marble table.
His footsteps echoed in the empty diner, “so…. Would you please let me walk you home?” Your hands stopped, your gaze shifted, his tone was careful yet there was an accent of desperation in it.
You felt so torn, and bad.
“Uh…” you began, turning your back to the side to look at him,
Seriously he was perfect, almost. What was your problem? He had a thing for you and here you are right now, trying to find excuses to deny him.
“Please Y/N don’t say no…. I-I just want you to be safe… it’s pretty late too…. And you know how Seoul’s situation is pretty dangerous… I-I… god, it’s okay if you don’t want me to…”
His eyelashes blinked together as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. A moment of pregnant silence washing over the area.
“Tell me… did I really just stutter so much infront of you?”
You couldn’t help as the laughter slipped through your mouth.
The awkwardness died down as he joined in.
“You’re a funny guy, woo.” You clicked your tongue in amusement. His ears turned red immediately at your friendly compliment,
He was cute, damn cute.
“So…. May I please?”
You gave him a tired smile, “sure.”
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“Bye, woo. Be safe!” You closed the door behind you as you entered your home. Your feet were killing you.
“Mom I’m home!”
You called out as you took off your coat, sighing deeply. “In here honey!” Her voice made your heart warm.
You quickly put on a smile as you saw your mother when you went into the kitchen, the look of love on her face made your eyes fill up with tears.
“Mama… you should be resting….” You grabbed her shoulders as she let you pull her in for a hug. “You’re sick… I could’ve cooked the meal tonight?” She didn’t reply but caressed your hair with her soft fingers, soothing your brain. “my love, you work non stop… for my bills… please I already feel so bad that I’ve been a burden- No mama please!”
Your hands tightened around her weak body, she was your everything. You loved her so much, she protected you, nurtured you all your life without a father.
You weren’t ready to lose her.
“Sweetheart…. Please don’t cry… I won’t leave you so easily you know?” She giggled with a heavy voice.
“You better not, mama!” You both giggled, your hands still wrapped around her, a silence fell over both of you when she broke the hug,
Her gaze was mischievous as she looked up and down at you. You wiped your tears away with confusion, oh you knew just what she’s onto.
“Mama…. NO.” You laughed as you avoided her eyes on your figure, “he’s such a nice boy… Y/N.”
“I like him.” Your mother reasoned, you sighed deeply, it wasn’t easy… you liked him but your situation was too complicated for you to actually handle a romantic relationship.
You wanted to focus on your mother.
“Mama…. You’re my sole focus right now… and our financial situation isn’t doing good… I need to find a good job too…” you grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks, “okay?” You kissed her cheek,
She rolled her eyes at you and only sighed in reply.
“I’m gonna go take a shower!!!” You didn’t wait for her to object as you quickly left the kitchen.
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Thank God it was Sunday tomorrow.
This week was purely hectic for you.
Your boss was also a pain in the ass, and being a barista at the local coffee shop wasn’t enough money for you to manage everything,
God you were so tensed.
You closed your eyes, letting your body fall onto your mattress, what were you going to do? You also needed to collect your mothers CT scan.
But there was still a week left.
“UGH!” you cried into your pillow. If only you could do something that would get you lord of money.
If only.
You picked up your phone and dialled your best friend’s number.
“Hey bae!” Her cheerful tone made your brain hurt, she was such a happy soul, you felt incredibly jealous. “Yerin…. I NEED AN INSANE AMOUNT OF MONEY.” You cried immediately.
Clenching your phone tightly, you made sure to not shout too loudly, you bedroom walls were so thin after all.
“Y/N my sweetheart…. Stop crying please…. Listen… I don’t know if you want this or not but…. ‘gyeom & I have planned a- ah well sort of a double date…. & his friend is coming…”
You stopped crying and knitted your brows together, utterly confused. “Are you kidding me? Yerin?” You couldn’t believe her. “Here I am crying to you because of my struggles and you have decided to bring me to a DOUBLE DATE?!”
“Y-Y/N please do this favour for me! Please Please! ‘Gyeom really wanted this! Th-That’s why Jung-LISTEN IM NOT INTERESTED IN THIS…” you cut her off.
Why didn’t your mother and Yerin understand that you didn’t want to date right now!?
“Y/N!!!! Please! He’s pretty handsome…. Very handsome to be fair…. And he’s yugyeom’s best friend and YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND! You’ll definitely like him.”
You sighed deeply.
“Y/N please please for me! Please! Please agree!! I just know you will not regret it! Please!” You inhaled a sharp breath to calm your nerves down.
“Okay…. But just a one time thing…”
Her squealing on the other line made you laugh softly,
She was weird but your friend. You could do this.
Yeah, it wasn’t really a big deal for you, a few hour date with a supposed hottie wouldn’t hurt.
right?
“TOMORROW Y/N! actually another thing… it’s actually your date’s birthday tomorrow so… BYE!”
your eyes widened with the sudden information, before you could respond, the line went dead.
“LEE YERIN AHHH!”
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Your outfit was okay, your makeup was minimal.
You didn’t really care about your appearance, your hair was normal, good for you, at least it didn’t decide to act all crazy today,
And you were here on time. you glanced at the time on your watch and actually, you were a few minutes early.
But whatever, you were so bored, yerin and yugyeom were always late. Sometimes you hated couples.
Who have them the right to be so happy… and to be in love.
The location to where you were was definitely lavish, maybe you’d admit that you did end up being a little underdressed for this restaurant but…
You were here, and too late to regret. It was yerin’s fault, she didn’t tel you that you were going to Seouls most expensive restaurant….
She did, but you felt way too lazy to change again.
“ugh I’m such a dumb fuck.” You tilted your head to the side, leaning your head down on the table. “Oh God I regret everything in life.”
“So, you are Y/N L/N.”
Your heart thumped at the strangers voice calling out your name, you raised your head up to see the owner of the voice.
“O-OH MY GOD.. YOU ARE JEON JUNGKOOK?!” You couldn’t help but scream as you stood up from your chair, your eyes were wide with shock. “W-What the fuck are you doing here?”
The mysterious man’s eyes were dark, you could tell he was surprised but, he was amused at your rude comment.
“Uh…. I’m here because of Yerin and Yugyeom’s double date plan?” He spoke in a calm manner,
Your cheeks get so tight all of a sudden, “yeah.. right! h-hi I’m your date!” You put on a huge smile as you sat down on your chair, The man was gorgeous.
Too gorgeous,
He sat right infront of you, his eyes on your face, with a weird emotion in his eyes. “Oh my god I can’t believe I’m on a date with South Korea’s Billionaire…..”
“Oh yes I know you… you’re practically a celebrity… haha.”
He furrowed his eyebrows.
At this point, you knew you were embarrassing yourself.
You glanced at Jungkook’s face which was filled with amusement and some other weird emotion you couldn’t pinpoint.
“U-Uh! Where is the couple I wonder?” You sighed, suddenly avoiding his gaze.
Did he have a habit of staring so intensely at everyone? He actually made time feel like it was slowly passing.
“So Mr Jeon? What do you do in your free time?” You coughed again, he kept on looking at you like you were a kohinoor diamond.
“Well. I like to spend my money.”
yes, rich guy.
It was getting really uncomfortable for you to sit straight under his gaze without the urge to squirm. “Yknow I’m a barista! I can also make great coffee, almost any type.”
“I hate my job.” You had to bit your tongue to stop yourself from speaking so much.
“I know, Y/N.” His slender fingers tapped on the table, the way he said your name with such familiarity made goosebumps rise on your skin.
You could feel them. “Oh yeah… Yerin must’ve told you my whole bio data hahaha!”
When he didn’t reply or even smile back, you wanted to run.
Run and never come back again.
“Seriously where the fuck are they?” It was hard for you to cover your shaking tone, He kept on staring at you like he wanted to eat you.
Ironic.
“excuse me for a moment, Y/N. I’ll be back, please feel free to order.” Jungkook stood up, you noticed his tall and buff built.
Scary.
“Uh sure!” You laughed again, to get rid of the unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach. As you watched him walk away, a feeling of overwhelming relief washed over you,
You finally let out the breath you were holding. His aura was powerful and dark. You didn’t feel hungry at all anymore.
You wanted to go home.
Maybe you should, yes. You definitely should.
You grabbed your clutch, stood up and fixed your clothes, until your phone beeped.
You hurriedly took it out to see a text from your friend.
ye(rin):- sorry yn, I don’t think we’re going to make it tonight. 😭😭💔 plz don’t hate me. I hope you have fun w jungkook though,.. wish him a happy birthday from us! <333 love you!
You wanted to punch the wall and scream. You wanted to break your phone into pieces. But you couldn’t afford to do that.
“Going somewhere? Y/N?”
You closed your eyes with frustration, you couldn’t believe she set you up with a ridiculously rich hot creepy guy.
And now, you were going to celebrate his birthday with him.
You turned around to see him, “n-no! Of course not! Also… HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR JUNGKOOK. I’m going to, a stranger will celebrate your birthday with you because Yerin and Yugyeom can’t make it… haha.”
He smiled.
“I don’t mind that.”
Oh, you do.
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rodricksfilipinagf · 4 months
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Rhysand x Playwright! Reader (Enemies to Lovers) Part 2
Y/N wasn’t sure what she expected from the Night Court. A black, towering structure filled with death and depravity. The tortured screams of prisoners. Flames being fanned to burn bodies alive. 
“As if I’m the king of hell,” Rhysand chuckled. 
“You might as well be,” Y/N shot back. 
“I bring you here and that’s what you say to me?” demanded Rhysand. 
Y/N looked around at the room. Marble floors, white, tall columns, and open air plan. It was…nice. 
“So when are we going to…” Y/N didn’t know how to finish that sentence. The place of her nightmares.
“You’ll go when I say you’ll go,” Rhysand retorted. Only he knew that he had no intention of bringing her down there…unless she suddenly became okay with it. 
Biting back tears, Y/N said, “Fine.” It was only a matter of time. Rhysand couldn’t be nice for too long.
Rhysand let out a sigh. “Anyone tell you you’re a paragon of sunshine and optimism?”
Y/N was too exhausted to snap at him to stay out of her head. “Got to represent the Day Court right.”
Rhysand was surprisingly amused by this. “Oh, is that what the Day Court values? I would have thought pageantry, certainly. And bringing me down, for sure.” He lifted her chin with his finger so she was looking right at him. “How much of that was Helion and how much of that was you?”
A resentful shudder coursed through her. “Wow. You’re asking me this now? You couldn’t have asked me this before you kidnapped me from my home, from everything I care about?”
“So you’re saying you were just following orders?” he asked mockingly.
It would be easy just to blame Helion so she could get off scot-free, but no. She was already here, and she doubted Rhysand would believe her anyway, since he was undoubtedly reading her mind at the moment. “No. I hate you, and dissing you through the plays just coincided with that. You’re not supposed to mix business with pleasure, but I enjoyed bringing you down. A lot.”
She expected Rhysand to look taken aback, but he just smirked. “Any reason you hate me so much?”
“How about everything?” The words came out before Y/N could stop herself. “You and your court are known for literally torturing people. Women are treated like chattel, being sold off to the highest bidder. There’s nothing but violence and cruelty, and you’re in charge of all of it. You keep it going and you do nothing to stop it. You have the power to change things and make them better, but you don’t. Not only that, you enjoy it.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Rhysand said after a long silence. “You’re right to hate me. Do you mind if I ask you something?”
“Does it matter if I mind?” Y/N asked, exasperated. Rhysand’s eyes narrowed, about to say something. Y/N had nearly forgotten how dangerous he was in her annoyance at him and didn’t want to push her luck. “Yeah, go ahead, ask.”
“Why the comedy? Why not make your play a horror if what you say is true?” He crossed his arms, waiting for a response. 
“Because laughing at something makes it less scary, or at least it’s supposed to,” replied Y/N. Plus she wanted to criticize Rhysand’s politics in a fun way that people would enjoy.
“I see,” Rhysand nodded. “Come with me.” He led her into a sprawling library filled with books. It also had a crackling fireplace in it, cushioned armchairs, and multiple writing desks. 
Y/N was not expecting Rhysand to have such a nice library. Y/N could spend the day in here if this were in any other place but the Night Court.
“That’s exactly what you’ll be doing,” Rhysand said. “As High Lord of the Night Court, I need to inspire fear. The subjects of your plays have made their way to the Court of Nightmares, and now they think they can defy me. That is your fault, and you need to fix it.”
“Why me?” Y/N asked. “Surely you have more talented playwrights in the Night Court to take care of that problem.”
“I may,” Rhysand admits. “But I want you to do it. That’s how retribution works, you see.”
Or revenge? Y/N wondered. 
Rhysand smirked. “That too.”
“Do you ever stop reading my mind?” Y/N demanded.
“Not if you insist on making your thoughts so loud,” Rhysand replied. 
“So the play,” Y/N said. “Anything specific you want it to be about? Why in particular people should fear you?”
Rhysand smiled. “I’m sure whatever your imagination can come up with is far worse than what actually happens in the Court of Nightmares- unless you’d like me to take you down there myself for a tour.”
“I’m good,” Y/N said. “Yep, imagination. That’ll do it.”
“You really are afraid, aren’t you?” Rhysand taunted.
“Prick,” said Y/N, giving him the finger. 
After that, Rhysand left her alone to write. He’d left her the finest, thickest paper and really nice pens with fancy ink to write with. Y/N tapped her pen against the paper, wondering what to write. The last thing she wanted was to give Rhysand access to her nightmares, but he probably already did, since he had no sense of privacy when it came to her mind. 
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“I like it,” Rhysand said as he read over her work. “Did anyone tell you that you’re a very good writer?”
“Helion,” she said. “Or at least he was going to, before you showed up.”
Rhysand didn’t look offended by this, only amused. “If this is how you speak to a High Lord, I wouldn’t be too sure about that.”
“Fuck off, Rhysand,” Y/N said. 
“See? Exactly,” Rhysand said smugly. 
“Helion was going to give me this huge playwriting award, but now that’s done,” Y/N sighed. 
Rhysand had the decency to look sympathetic. “At least now your playwriting will be used for a greater purpose,” he said. 
“Yeah,” Y/N scoffed. “Making you look scary. Greater purpose indeed.”
“Do you not think my needs are important?” Rhysand needled. “As High Lord you have to make sure you’re respected by your people. Something you’ve done your very best to destroy.”
“Honestly, I wasn’t trying to do that,” Y/N admitted. 
“You weren’t trying to make me seem like some sort of joke,” Rhysand said doubtfully. 
“No, of course I was,” Y/N said. “I just never thought my work would reach the actual Night Court. It was mostly to entertain the people of the Day Court and get my award from Helion. Pissing you off and starting a rebellion in your court was a…bonus, I guess.”
“You really have a negative opinion of the Night Court, don’t you?” asked Rhysand.
“You’ve given me no reasons not to,” Y/N said.
“Good,” Rhysand said, straightening his lapels. “That’s just how you should be thinking if you’re going to write these plays.” 
Y/N was surprised that Rhysand didn’t even bother to defend himself, or his court. If he was so proud of what it represented, why didn’t he? She mused as she studied the ground. If anything, he seemed…aware of all the flaws that Y/N had called out in her plays for Helion.
“I am its High Lord,” Rhysand said, making her head snap up. “I know what we are. How we come across to the world. And I intend on keeping it that way.”
“But why?” Y/N asked. “You don’t even want to try to make it better?”
Rhysand shrugged. “You said it yourself in this play. I delight in terror, and so do those under me. Why fix what works so nicely?” He straightened the script’s pages. “I’ll make you a deal. I can send this to the Day Court, to let Helion know how satisfied I am with your work. Maybe they’ll put it on there just to appease me, and you’ll win your award after all.” 
By doing the exact opposite of what she set out to do. Rhysand really was a prick.
Rhysand chuckled. “Why? You still wrote it. You’re still the playwright worthy of that award.”
Even though these were nice words, Y/N couldn’t accept them. Not from her enemy! Who had taken her from everything she loved and made sure she would never be able to write the plays of her dreams. Who was forcing her to do exactly what she hated- making sure Rhysand and his Night Court still thrived. 
 “Suit yourself,” Rhysand said. “But I remain impressed.”
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starlightshadowsworld · 9 months
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Kinda pissed the whole big 3 pact didn't have consequences.
Not like breaking an oath sworn on the Styx is said to be a worse fate than death.
Not like they swore on the Styx to not have kids and than 3 came along.
Those being Thalia, Jason and Percy.
Because Hazel, Bianca and Nico were all born prior to the pact.
But what if it did have consequences?
They made the pact because their kids were too powerful and we're a threat to mortals.
And this isn't said but I think Zeus in particular was afraid that a son child he sired could be powerful enough to overthrow him.
Like how Uranus overthrew Kronos who was than overthrown by Zeus.
Clearly the fear wasn't enough to stop Zeus.
Enter one Beryl Grace, the mortal star who managed to get the attention of both Zeus and Jupiter.
Giving birth to both Greek and Roman demigods.
Something that to my knowledge hasn't happened anywhere else in the series.
And without letting anyone knowing abd getting the biggest I told you so in history, Zeus has to deal with this.
Hera finds out because of course she does.
And offers Jason to Lupa, the wolf goddesses.
While Thalia runs off when she's old enough, Hades founds out and is very sore after the whole Maria Di Angelo incident sends a monster after her.
She almost does but Zeus saves her by turning her into a tree.
And when she's free she joins the hunt.
And the fates are pissed that Thalia being of the hunt is shielded by Artemis and they cannot intervene.
But there's still one unexpected item in the bagging area: Jason
(I'm well aware of Percy but the fates saw his life and went yeah it's gonna suck enough let's leave this one.)
Jason who has been abandoned by all he loves to the literal wolves.
A child, little more than a baby being trained by the wolf goddess himself.
Perfect.
Jason gets older and stronger, he goes to Camp Jupiter and is made Praetor.
He goes on quest after quest in service for the God's.
But instead of unwavering loyalty and being happy simply to serve the God's, as expected, Jason feels empty.
Because if there's one thing Jason wants, more than thing in the world.
It's to have a family.
He adores the people of Camp Jupiter but their almost colleagues, acquaintances.
United under their existence and mission to serve the God's.
His only true friend, Reyna is distant, she is a companion he is happy to have in his life but their relationship has always been professional.
And she's made herself clear that she doesn't agree with his want for family. That it's kind of ridiculous.
Jason snapped at that, saying it was easy for her to say as she had her sister Hylla.
Though they didn't see much of each other, Hylla still visited camp and both were close.
While he had no one.
It was one of the only times Jason had gotten angry at her.
And while taken aback, Reyna apologised. Though it only reminded Jason how lonely he truly was.
People at Camp spoke to him, sparred with him but it was like he was a star.
Something to be looked at in awe but couldn't be approached because it was out of reach.
Jason refuted that he was better any of them, even putting himself in the lowest cohort just yo be seen as anything but that.
His efforts were futile.
Jason had been claimed his first day of Camp.
And since than he'd been rendered untouchable.
He hated it more than anything.
And than Jason began to dream.
Dreams the fates slowly fed him while whispering in his ears that he did have a family.
His father claimed him, so he knew of him.
His family, his father was waiting for him.
No God's entered Camp Jupiter of course so the only way was to meet him in Olympus itself.
He dreamt of marble floors, of a man on a throne who shared his electric blue eyes.
Hand outstretched and a warm smile, welcoming his son to his side.
A father, the fates whispered your family.
You can have all you ever wanted.
And Jason craved that.
He wanted it more than anything.
And they knew it.
Jason gave in.
He sneaks out of Camp without anyone seeing him, following the path from his dreams all the way to the Empire State building.
The usual guard isn't their and from his dreams Jason knows how to access the 600th floor.
It's exactly as his dreams looked.
And their, their was his father in all his glory atop his throne.
Jason can't help the smile on his face.
He's done it.
Finally
Finally he would have the family he always wanted.
He marches to his father's throne, dropping to a bow and announcing himself as Jason Grace, son of Jupiter and that he's so happy to meet his father, so honoured to meet him.
When he looks up.
The smile he expected is nowhere to be found.
His father is enraged.
As are the rest of the Olympians.
"A son?! You, you dare berate me brother for my own offspring while you've been hiding your own!"
"Son of Jupiter?"
"How did he get here?!"
Tells of outrage and anger echo throughout the room but none are as mad as the God before him.
"You... Insolent child dare to approach me. You dare to come to Olympus, to what? Intimidate me?"
Jason shook his head frantically "No no I only wanted to meet you... I'm your son."
Why... Was this going so horribly...?
Zeus sneered at him "I don't know what you think you are doing here, but if you think for a second you belong in my presence you are sorely mistaken. You are nothing, not to me not anyone else."
And something.
Something in Jason snapped.
His dream, everything he ever wanted burning before him.
He laughed.
It was loud.
Hysterical.
He even had tears in his eyes.
"All this time... All this time they say, your father is the mighty Jupiter. Your father is a King amongst men, the vanquisher of Kronos."
He laughed again.
How wrong they were.
How wrong he was.
"I wanted nothing more to meet my father, this mighty king... And you, you are just a pathetic man with a paper crown."
Silence swept the throne room.
Zeus stood before Jason, enraged didn't even capture just how angry he was.
But Jason found he didn't care.
He was angry.
The being he'd served his whole life was not the great King he'd thought him to be.
His fathered towered over him but Jason didn't back down.
He'd been lied to.
All his life he was to serve his father, his whole life he'd served his father and he didn't even want him.
He didn't love him.
Jason questioned if he ever could feel love.
His life meant nothing.
"You... Insolent!"
Jason didn't hear the rest of the speech.
Not before a bolt of lighting flew at him.
Instinctively Jason threw up his arm, reaching out for the Bolt.
It stopped.
It swerved.
And made a dent in his father's throne.
Jason looked down at his hands in shock.
Before chuckling "is that, all you've got?"
That... That was the infamous Master Bolt?
His father truly was nothing like he'd been famed to be.
If a lowly Demigod like Jason could swat his prized weapon like a fly.
No one had ever made it to Olympus without being detected.
They hadn't even noticed him until Jason announced himself.
They were pathetic.
How... How had he spent his whole life training, serving them.
"Is this why you require demigods?" Jason thought out loud "your weapons are nothing but relics collecting dust. Your feats are nothing but stories. Your power, nothing but a distant memory."
Jason almost pitied them.
Almost.
"So you spawn demigods to do your dirty work, your chores for you because you can't." He snorted.
They were nothing.
They were nothing so they trained their young to do their bidding.
Ignored... Alone...nothing but the fantasy of serving their parents who didn't care for them at all.
Fury.
"How dare you!"
"Oh I dare, all your good for is screwing a mortal and sitting on your backsides! I've lost friends! I've lost so many comrades on your stupid quests!"
A coldness settled in him.
A surety amongst his fury.
"I've lost my childhood, my life for beings who wouldn't care if I lived or died. They'd just bed another mortal and sent the fetus off to battle... And I won't lose any more for you."
Their was defiance in Jason's eyes as he eyed his father.
His father who looked at him with pure rage.
"If you do not silence that demigod Zeus... I will"
Jason didn't bother to see who spoke.
"No, this is my mistake and I will correct it."
"What are you gonna do, smite me? Gonna have to get one of my many... Many siblings to pull your bolt out for you."
Zeus snarled, but Jason was raised by wolves and simply scoffed.
His father blasted him.
Those watching would say it blew the egotistical demigod to smithereens.
Others say he transported himself elsewhere.
Hades himself vertified that the boys soul had not entered his domain.
Jason left, changed.
His yearning for a family had been stamped out.
He was nothing but a tool.
A soilder.
But now, now his sword wasn't pointed to monsters.
But the God's themselves.
They'd stole him.
They'd stole his dream.
They'd stole his childhood.
They'd stole the lives off their own kids to further their goals.
And Jason.
He watched as the crumbled throne of Krios reformed around him.
He sat atop it.
A smile on his face that was all teeth.
Teeth stained with ichor that he licked from his lips.
He was going to destroy them all.
And the fates they smiled upon him.
Their work here was done.
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thebreakfastgenie · 4 months
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Any other petpeaves for the mash fandom?
I feel like a good deal of my content is my various complaints about the mash fandom, but here are a few that come to mind:
Assumption of popular fanon People will assume that everyone is not only familiar with the popular fanon, they all agree with it. This creates a hostile environment for creativity and sharing different ideas but also for new fans who haven't even made up their minds because they don't even know about this stuff yet. This includes assumption of beejhawk but is very much not limited to that.
Spelling characters' names wrong We have google! You can just google it!
Calling MASH a dramedy It's a comedy.
Saying "what does this mean" about things that have clear meanings Sometimes the meanings are a little opaque to a modern audience, but not understanding a joke because it relies on dated cultural references isn't the same thing as the line being mysterious. This also applies to "they were insane for this" about very standard jokes and plot devices. The word you are looking for is "good." It's memorable because it was executed well, not because it was a wild choice.
Acting like characters' behavior is insane when it's literally normal I'm sure other fandoms do this too because insane and unhinged are trendy words right now but my experience with it is only in the MASH fandom. BJ isn't insane for remembering a childhood marbles rivalry. That's not even weird for a real person and it's completely unremarkable for a TV character.
Saying the show got more progressive in the later seasons/devaluing the early seasons generally The early seasons were more political and Frank Burns was a key part of the progressive message.
Making fun of boomers for missing the point The fandom is not any better, guys. Sorry to break it to you.
The time loop thing You can't just say the words "time loop." And no pointing to continuity errors or examples of the timeline being weird doesn't provide evidence for a time loop. A time loop is a specific thing, not any kind of timeline weirdness.
Making Peace on Us about BJ instead of Margaret :( He does very little, it's much more about Margaret and her relationship with Hawkeye. I wanted to complain about this in my other answer but didn't because that was a more positive post.
Analysis that relies on faulty assumptions This is an all-fandom problem but I run into this in the MASH fandom a lot where a whole meta depends on a statement about a character or storyline that's just incorrect and it's so annoying!
The way people talk about Maine 😡
The literal interpretation of "everyone loses something" in GFA That's an oversimplification and the more accurate version is "everyone is changed in some way."
Straight up fake stories circulating Hawkeye was never forbidden to touch men's underwear. Alan Alda was also never in Korea but that one isn't the fandom's fault, it's a wikipedia error.
Everything about the TVTropes page It's very slanted and full of straight up disinformation and people trust it because they don't understand that TVTropes isn't like wikipedia. Also, people think it means fanon is being validated by an outside source, but the TVTropes entry was written by mashblr people.
Thinking the Mud Hens were made up :( :(((((
Saying BJ has boobs That man is flat as a board. Stop lying. I have eyes.
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minaramen · 1 year
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Yamato Nikaido - Rabbitube Mini
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[Disclaimer: I’m NOT a professional translator. I’m using my knowledge from 4 years of university. Please, feel free to let me know if you notice  mistranslation/typo/error of any kind]    
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Riku: Yamato san! Natsume san! It looks like the weather will be good on our fishing day!
Riku:
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Minami: Hello. Have you already checked?
Yamato: It’s literally scheduled for next month lol
Riku: Yeah, but I’m really looking forward to it! I mean, the three of us are going fishing together! It’s no wonder I’ve already checked! 😆✨
Riku: Well, with it being a weather forecast for next month, there’s a possibility it’s not completely accurate…
Yamato: You’ve been saying how much you can’t wait to go since we filmed together…
Riku: I think that if I could catch you, Yamato san, I may be able to go fishing for real!
Yamato: … your motivation is pretty weird, you know that, right?
Minami: It was a big catch
Riku: It really was lol
Yamato: Okay, okay, got it 😌
Yamato: May I add Mitsu to this chat?
Riku: Eh? Why?!
Yamato: I just think I need a straight man in this conversation
Minami: Oh dear, so you’re not satisfied with us as your partners? What a shame…
Yamato: No, that’s not really what I meant…
Minami: Then, shall the three of us have fun together?
Yamato: Yeah…
Riku: So cool! I feel like I should call you “Natsume sama” !
Yamato: Riku, I know I could tell you this directly, but would you mind going back to your room?!
Riku: You send messages as if you’re not satisfied with us! That’s why I came!
Minami: Did you go to Nikaido san’s room?
Riku: Yeah! I’m messaging from his room right now!
Riku: Oh, Musashi just changed his route after hitting Yamato san’s knee! It’s so cute
Minami: Musashi?
Yamato: It’s the cleaning robot I keep in my room
Riku: Apparently we can catch marbled rockfish during this time of the year 🐟
Yamato: The main topic went back to your mind pretty quickly
Minami: Marbled rockfish? It’s delicious when fried 
Yamato: Well said, Natsume chan! The simpler, the better
Riku: Oh, I’d like to eat it!
Minami:If we can catch it, then let's cook it like this. I could keep on eating it forever
Minami:
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Yamato: You eat quite a lot, don’t you, Natsume chan? I wonder in what part of that thin body of yours you put all the food
Minami: My stomach
Yamato: Damn straight!
Riku: 
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Riku: Let’s do our best and catch many of them! 😃🎣
Minami: Are you good at fishing, Yamato san?
Riku: Will you be dragged into the water again, Yamato san!?
Yamato: Give me a break! Just having to do it for acting purposes was enough
Minami: It was a really nice performance.  The part where you get fished out was awesome 
Minami: It didn’t look like it was the first time you had to do something like that…
Riku: So you got fished out before, Yamato san?!
Yamato: What’s with that story?! Of course it was the first time I got fished out!
Riku: Well, when you were supposed to bite the hook it looked like you were clenching your teeth!
Riku: Just remembering it makes me laugh so bad lol 
Yamato: Okay, but stop patting my knee while you’re laughing lol 
Minami: Messaging each other sitting side by side is something new to me, it must be very fun. I’m trying to pat Inumaru san’s knee as well
Minami: He said “Are my trousers dirty”?
Yamato: lol
Riku: 
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Minami: 
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Yamato: You two were also really good at mimicking.  I’m talking about the gesture game we did during the break
Riku: The sea creatures series!
Riku: Your sea otter was so cute, Natsume san!
Yamato: Yeah, and pretty easy to understand. You shook your hands just as if you were hitting a shell
Minami: I’m glad you could guess it right so easily. Your shark was also amazing, Nanase san
Minami: You were pretty cute while wandering around and rawring
Yamato: Does a shark rawr, by the way?
Riku: I just wanted to create a strong atmosphere 😉
Riku: And you need to show me the anemone again, Yamato san!
Minami: It didn’t require much movement, right? It was an energy saving choice. I couldn’t really understand what it was until you guessed the answer right, Nanase san
Riku: I thought it was an octopus! But since he was waving his hands over his head, I realized what it may be…!
Minami: From now on whenever I see an anemone, Yamato san will most likely come up to my mind
Riku: It’s settled, then! You’ll show us the anemone again next time we meet!
Yamato: Glad to see you made a deal despite me being the one who has to do that, Riku
Minami: Thank you, I look forward to it
Yamato: 
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Riku: I wonder if we can do a sea creatures quiz on chat
Yamato: What?
Riku: (:。)ミ 
Riku: Okay, what is it?
Minami: Pinpon!
Riku: Ah, Natsume san was so fast!
Minami: It’s an octopus
Riku: Correct!
Yamato: Riku was doing the same face as the emoji he was writing on chat, so it was quite easy to guess lol
Minami: Oh, so you had a hint just next to you? You’re playing dirty
Yamato: Well, I was too busy holding back my laughter  anyway lol
Riku: Hey! I want you to pat my knee as well when you laugh!
Yamato: Nah, that’s a young thing
Minami: It’s really fun. Do you always have these kinds of conversations?
Yamato: Yeah. And that’s nothing compared to the total mess our living room becomes when the seven of us are in there
Riku: Yeah, we catch each other up to three topics at the same time! 
Yamato: And nobody understands anything, so none of them is actually successful 
Minami: It sounds good. I can see how good friends you are
Riku: We’re friends as well, Natsume san!
Minami: Is it really okay with you?
Riku: 
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Riku: Of course!! I had so much fun during the recordings, and I can’t wait for the three of us to work together again!
Minami: Thank you so much. I also enjoyed the time I spent with you
Yamato: We ended up laughing a lot, didn’t we? lol
Riku: Let’s enjoy our fishing day together!
Yamato: 
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hotxcheeto · 2 years
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Headcanons for Vi and Sevika (separately) with a gf who likes tracing her fingers along their arms/back/any exposed skin, please? It’s a habit of mine and Vi’s tattoos are just so perfect looking for tracing🙈 Thank you!
━ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 / 𝐕𝐈 + 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀
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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Vi x G/N!Reader, Sevika x G/N!Reader (Separately)  𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Kinda angsty at points, cursing, very fluffy
𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope
𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I got carried away a bit but I'm so sorry this took so long babes! Thank you for the rq!
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☼ 𝐕𝐢 - Poor baby is very touch-starved. Being in prison took a huge, HUGE toll on her. So when you start getting close, and this habit surfaces, she melts. Completely.
Won't say a word because she doesn't want to embarass you and really doesn't want you to stop. But she isn't touchy before you start being touchy, because she doesn't want to cross any boundaries or make you uncomfortable. So you doing this literally breaks her in half.
But you're totally doing it on purpose, because her face is adorable. Especially the little glances she'll send you when you trace her arm tattoos when the bandages are off.
But morning, Vi wakes up and you're already awake. You have her shirt pulled up exposing her back as she laid on your chest. Your fingers running along the ink on her skin. Humming to yourself as you traced the tattoo that ran along her upper shoulders and arms that were wrapped around your body.
She could've cried right then and there. Hugged you closer and will lay like that all the time afterwards just so you'll rub her back or pull her shirt up to trace her tattoos when you're bored.
And when you guys are sitting together, holding hands, or sitting at a table. You'll trace her knuckles, especially when she keeps them unbandaged at home, you just lightly go over them. Tracing them with your nail.
Vi gets very used to your touch, and very quickly. She starts silently asking for affection, or just climbing up and onto you when she wants you to hold her. Vi looks forward to feeling you run your fingers along her skin, and will move closer to you to get you to do it.
You obviously can tell but it's too cute to call out. You don't want her to get upset, so yes, you will hold and run your fingers along her skin when she does it because yes, you love her and it's so fucking adorable.
☼ 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 - Sevika isn't a touchy person by any means. She isn't big on physical affection, so you compensate. You figure out your own ways once you both start dating. You know she has problems with affection, and you're on a mission to help her learn to love.
But your habit of tracing her skin really jumps out when you're sitting in her lap at The Last Drop as she plays poker. Her flesh arm was around your waist, you had began to get tired to you leaned back against the women. Tracing her hand and veins with your nail, completely distracted.
Drawing random patterns on her skin while waiting for the round to be over. And it takes her a minute to notice but once she does she cannot stop looking at you, watching you trace her fingers and arm. Moving up and down drawing different patterns and shapes. Almost giving her an invisible tattoo.
You looked adorable and so sweet.
After that moment, Sevika begins to notice how much you actually do it. Both of you relaxing before bed, rare occasion she got home before you had fallen asleep. But you had began to drag your nails along her shoulders. Sitting behind her as she changed, Sevika never really freezes but this made her tense up like a marble statue.
You noticed, but you wanted to see what she'd do. But surprisingly or unsurprisingly Sevika didn't move. And everytime after that, she never moved away from you. Even after she got hurt, you'd lay with her, going up and down along her chest and neck before moving down her arms.
Sometimes you stare at her and trace her facial features, most of the time while she was.. 'sleeping.' You always had a suspicion she was awake though. But Sevika never moved, feeling you move over her eyebrows, nail gliding along her cheekbone.
Sevika used to hate physical touch, but she starting to learn to like it.
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A/n: I have such a terrible cough I sound like a horse
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emmcfrxst · 1 year
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Partition
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Pairing: Bruce Wayne/afab!reader
Word count: 2.3K
Warnings: SMUT! Dirty talk, light choking, oral (m. receiving), fingering, light voyeurism, light dom/sub dynamic, cum play, edging.
a/n: I literally started this fic in 2017, gave up on it, came back to it in 2018, gave up again and now it’s finally complete. What a ride. Tagging @xxgoblin-dumplingxx and @dxckgrxsonx because they’re the ones who inspired me to go back to writing, or well at least to finish this fic. Also the strip is from Batman: Future State!
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The feeling of his hand encasing your own causes a smile to stretch onto your ruby lips, Bruce's warmth cascading over you like waterfalls. It's moment like these that make memories, you think to yourself, until his mouth, hot and heavy, preys upon the column of your throat, ridding you of any coherent thought.
"You're making attending galas way more difficult than it should be." his breath caresses your skin as he speaks, low and rough and full of promises. His tone sends pleasant tingles down your exposed spine, goosebumps spreading over your skin under the intensity of his stare.
He knows.
Knows all about your little game, and this time, he's playing along. It excites him as much as it does you; to see who'll cave in first and let the primal needs take over — with Bruce, you’re unafraid to push your limits. Repressing a shiver as your lover caresses your skin, you tilt your head upwards, connecting your eyes with his, letting yourself display as much desire as you can see in the depths of his irises, minds mingled into one.
It's only a matter of time; hours, minutes, even, before he devours you; before he ravages you in ways that would be considered sinful had they not felt so heavenly.
Swallowing back the lump in your throat, you allow your eyes to flutter closed as Bruce’s kisses leave fire in their wake, feeling him relish the way you moan quietly under the fervor of his attack on your earlobe. It's only once a knock echoes throughout the room do you finally allow your bodies to part ways, Alfred smiling apologetically upon seeing your flustered state.
"Master Bruce, the limousine has arrived." the older man's voice cuts through the tension, bringing you back to the present time. With a sigh, you fix your hair, sending the butler a warm, albeit timid smile on your way out. It isn’t the first time he catches you and Bruce in a compromising position; neither of you are particularly good at self control, but Alfred never says a word, which you’re grateful for.
The sound of your heels clicking against the marble floors make you feel powerful, your husband trailing behind you to enjoy the view. It’s at times like this that Bruce Wayne wishes he was never known; without any need for formalities, his time free of anything, allowing him to take you as many times as your hearts please. The thought sends his mind in a deeper place; back to the sleepless nights you two shared, your moans sounding melodic to his ears. He is a man of experience; experiences that often were not positive, but with you, he feels invincible. Like nothing could ever stop your love or make it shatter into a million pieces.
And he craves this feeling; needs it like his body needs air; you’re his addiction, his reason to live, his madness and his sanity altogether.
The front door closes behind the two of you, the exterior lights causing the limousine to shine, black as night. Bruce nods at his chauffeur as he opens the door for you, letting your bodies enter the lounge of the vehicle. Your eyes follow his every movement, waiting, hoping that he might indulge in your desires and dirtiest fantasies.
“Driver, the partition. Roll it up.” his voice is tinted at the edges, as rough as sandpaper, making you shiver and shake with anticipation. His clouded eyes meet yours and in that moment, you know what is waiting for you.
You know, in the back of your very mind, that you’re about to get fucked.
And even then, despite yourself and the ache between your legs, you want to pleasure him; to show him you care in the most sinful of ways. Sliding down on your knees, your dress glides along with your movements, giving him a peek of the smoothness of your legs before you spread his apart. The intensity of his stare sends your heart in a frenzy; pounding in your ears, causing your fingers to shake. The only sounds you can hear are the zipper of Bruce’s pants going down and your own ragged breathing, the purring of the limousine’s motor quivering through you much like the arousal coursing through your very being.
“You’re going to make a mess.” Bruce tries to warn, despite the rasp in his voice and stiff posture betraying him. Looking up at him, you offer your best smile, hand joining his on his knee as your head tilts to the side.
“You love when I make a mess, and we both know that.” You taunt him, voice light and playful, contrasting with the heavy atmosphere weighing over your shared fantasies. The hand that reaches down to brush your hair away from your face, lingering across the skin of your neck, confirms your statement; as does the lust swirling around in his eyes. It is with shaking hands that you free his hard cock of its confines, trying to conceal your excitement at the prospect of having your husband fuck your throat with abandon. At the prospect of making him lose the control he displays with pride and sometimes even arrogance. At the realization of just how much trust he puts in you, to let himself be so vulnerable; to give you the reigns and let you call the shots. All of it makes it all the more exciting. Makes your thighs shake and your pussy clench around nothing; desperate to be touched, to be filled.
A low groan leaves your husband’s lips as yours make contact with the tip of his cock, pressing a gentle kiss to the leaking slit. Parting your lips, you allow Bruce to slide the length of his cock across your tongue, blinking prettily up at him as you hollow your cheeks. He’s a sight to behold: the blue of his eyes almost completely swallowed by the black of his pupils, jaw clenched in a meager attempt to maintain the last of his control — with an expression like that, he reminds you more of his nighttime persona, of the quiet dominance found beneath the cowl. Your eyes flutter closed in content as his fingers gently brush the hair out of your eyes, caressing your cheeks before gently pulling you off his cock, thighs tensing when you let go with a pop. His eyes linger on the spit that connects your lips to the head of his cock for a moment before licking his lips.
“Up.” The barely contained excitement in his voice makes you clench around nothing, hurriedly getting off your knees to straddle his thighs when he pats his lap in a silent command. His lips find yours in a passionate kiss that is more teeth than tongue, one of his hands sliding up your thighs to cup your clothed pussy, moaning low in his throat when he feels how thoroughly soaked you are. His fingers find your clit easily, rubbing circles over it through the soaked lace of your panties until your thighs start shaking. It’s only when you’re on the edge of your first orgasm that Bruce’s fingers retract from between your thighs, a low chuckle leaving his lips when you wrap a hand around his wrist in a vain attempt at keeping him there.
“You’re being mean.” you say breathlessly, gently smacking his chest. Bruce shifts you in his lap cautiously, pressing a kiss to your pulse point, hands sliding down to your ass to push your hips against his, letting you feel his hard cock through the confines of his dress pants.
“And you are being needy.” he replies, busying himself with painting a canvas of pinks and purples across your throat. He smiles against your skin when you mewl under his ministrations, your nails digging into the expensive fabric of his tux. Wanting to gain some power back for yourself, you roll your hips into his, relishing the way your lover tries to hide the hitch in his breath, feeling his cock twitch underneath you.
“Who’s being needy now?” you tease, palming him through his pants. Your cunt clenches around nothing at the low growl he lets out, a soft gasp leaving your lips when his hand wraps around your throat, barely putting any pressure: a warning.
“Play nice.” he rasps out, tone authoritative and not unlike the one he uses as Batman. It sends chills down your spine, makes you press your thighs together. You’re pushing his buttons, testing how far you can go before he puts you back in your place: it’s the only time you ever make yourself small. The submission is reserved solely for the bedroom; somewhere you can decompress and let Bruce take the reins, where you don’t have to worry about appearing strong. The feeling of a thick, muscular thigh sliding between yours brings you out of your thoughts, your husband flexing his thigh and running it along your cunt, the seam of his pants catching on your throbbing clit and making you whine.
“Bruce, need you.” you whimper, your eyes meeting his darkened ones, pleading him to end the sweet torture he’s bestowed upon your body.
“You’ve got me, baby. I’m right here.” he replies, voice tinted at the edges with amusement — he’s being unnecessarily cruel when you know he needs you just as much as you do him.
“You know what I mean.” you pout, eyes fluttering closed for a brief instant when the ridges of his muscles rub you just right. A chuckle leaves your lover’s lips at your impatience, thumb running across your bottom lip.
“I’m afraid I don’t, sweetheart. Why don’t you tell me, hmm? Use your words.” the command in his voice is thinly veiled; makes you ache, soak your panties beyond repair. You’re going to have to throw them out, you think, when you feel yourself dripping down your thighs, the flimsy fabric drenched with your wetness.
“Fuck, Bruce, I need your cock. Stop being an asshole and fuck me.” you snap, squeezing his shoulders in an attempt to regain your composure. You feel more than hear the responding chuckle that rumbles low in Bruce’s chest, softening slightly when he shifts to kiss your temple.
“Alright, alright. I did vow to always give you what you want, after all.” his voice grows tender towards the end of his sentence, makes your heart feel full and fluttery at the same time. Even years later, your husband still has the same effect on you as he did when you started dating. The spark is still alive within both of your hearts, still makes its home beneath your ribs, envelopes your insides in a thick, warm, honeyed layer of affection.
The sound of his belt unbuckling brings you out of your golden, lovesick daze, your heart pounding against your ribs in anticipation of what is to come. You lick your lips when Bruce’s cock is freed from its confines, the tip flushed and leaking with want you can feel deep inside your guts. A soft curse leaves him when he slips your panties to the side, feeling the extent of your desire for him when his fingers meet your bare cunt, strings of your arousal clinging to his palm. Your thighs shake when he wraps a hand around his cock, pumping it a few times before positioning it at your entrance. A soft, muffled mewl leaves you when his tip runs along your clit, leaving fire in its wake, before he finally thrusts inside you.
Bottoming out instantly, Bruce groans under his breath, muttering about you being so fucking tight, so fucking warm, so fucking wet. The limousine swerves dangerously when you moan loudly, Bruce’s fingers digging into your hips and bouncing you on his cock, setting a fast, desperate rhythm. After the initial panic of the loss of control of the car, Bruce laughs, brushing his lips against your ear.
“I think our chauffeur is enjoying the show, sweetheart.” the clenching of your cunt around him pauses Bruce in his speech for half a second, fingers tightening around your hips. “Oh, you like the idea of being heard, huh? Like the idea of someone knowing just how needy and pathetic you get for my cock? How naughty, Mrs Wayne…” his voice is a mere whisper, lips moving against the shell of your ear and you shiver, claw at the broadness of his shoulders, another moan leaving you. His words leave a trail of fire across your skin, ignites your insides, desire running through your veins.
You want more.
More, more, more.
But alas, you’re only human, and with how riled up your husband got you, you feel your end nearing, the orgasm so close you can almost taste it on your tongue. Bruce feels it, too, for he picks up the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin heightening, muffled by the wetness of your combined arousals. He’s close, too — you know him, know that despite his collected exterior, he’s just as affected by this as you are. A particularly deep thrust has his cock kissing your cervix, and the pleasure mixed with the slight pain has you tumbling over the edge, Bruce’s fingers rubbing circles over your clit. You come with a cry, burying your head in the crook of his neck, thighs shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. He follows soon after, a deep, guttural growl leaving him as he fills you up, lips meeting yours in a frenzied kiss. Your tongues dance with each other, teeth clashing with the force of the kiss, his cock throbbing inside you one last time before you come down together, panting.
“Told you you’d make a mess.” he speaks when he regains control over his breathing, eyes fixated on the cum running down your thighs with a dark fascination. You shiver when his fingers soon follow suit, pushing his cum back inside you. Bringing his hand to your lips, you lick his fingers clean of your mixed release, watching as his eyes grow darker once more.
“You love me messy.”
“Driver, turn the car around. We’re going back to the Manor.”
A warning. A promise.
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Girls night
Pairing: spencer reid x reader
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Established relationship 
Content warning: dom sub relationship, swearing, Smut talk, alcohol consumption 
Word count: 1.2k
Summary: the bau girls finally get a night out alone and end up talking about more than what y/n intended to let slip.
Have fun, be safe, no dancing with anyone other than the girls, don’t drink too much, and I love you. Spencer said, wrapping his arms around me kissing me before I left. I will spence, I love you too, I will be back at 9 maybe 10 I am not sure I will text you if we stay any longer. Ok be safe I love you. I start to walk out the door as Spencer stops me.
Oh and be a good girl I don’t want to have to spank you tonight.
Ok I will try. Alright now get going you don’t want to be late to girls night. I kiss him goodbye and start walking to my car climbing in the driver's seat.
Tonight the girls chose to go somewhere different than the bar we usually go to. This one is farther away but Pen said she went there with Derek and had a great time. She even said they played good music instead of the usual country or new viral music. 
I arrive at the bar and park the car closest to the entrance. I walk in and the bar is beautiful, the walls are red and velvet, the floor is black marble and everything is clean. I can see what pen was talking about now.
y/n over here! The girls motioned for me to come over. Damn girl you look sexy as hell, em said making me smile as i sat down next to tara. Well thank you em you look fucking edible in that leather. Where's jj? I asked. She went to go get some shots. And just then jj comes back with five shots of vodka. y/n you're here I thought you and Spencer were busy? Jj asked. Yeah we were busy but plans changed. 
Anyways shots tara said, cheers to you sexy bitches tara said as we clinked are shots together. I don’t think I will ever get used to that taste, jj said as she put her shot glass down. 
After many rounds of shots and dancing we go back to our seats with some fruity cocktails. So p i heard you had a date a couple of days ago how was it? Tara asked with a smirk on her face. Oh it was so good he took me out to this nice restaurant just out of town and he got me flowers and called me beautiful. He was so sweet I think I am going to go on a second date with him. Pen said with a huge smile on her face. What was his name? Jj asked. His name is kol. So is it big? Em asked. I don’t know we didnt have sex. Oh he is a keeper he sounds sweet.
Speaking of sex I went out with this girl I met last week at the bar and it was mind blowing, em said. I have not had real sex in months the kids are keeping me busy. Jj said. I am sorry jj maybe its time to invest in a vibrator. I said. I have! But it isn't the same I want real sex with will not a vibrator and a bottle of wine. What is sex like with spencer y/n, he is scared to touch you isnt he? Em said. 
No not at all sex with spencer is so so good, I have never had bad sex with him, he is not scared to touch me actually it is the exact opposite he touches me anywhere and everywhere.
Wow I need to know more, tara said. Like what do you want to know? How big is it? Umm I am not sure off the top of my head but I think anywhere from 9.5 to 10 inches i think. 10 inches! Pen said, no way. Yes way that boy has the biggest dick I have ever had. I have so many questions I need to know everything, pen said. No way guys this is literally spencer we are talking about. Jj said. Oh please jj you act as if you have never been interested in what the genius is like in bed. Anyways please continue.
So is he like kinky? Em asked. Very kinky. Has he ever handcuffed you? Tara asked. Yes and tied me up. Shut up Spencer reid is a kinky mf. What does he like to be called in bed? What does he call you? Pen asked. Oh god umm he likes to be called many different things but usually its daddy or doctor, he calls me many names in and out of bed like princess, angel, sweet girl, little girl, whore, slut, my little slut, fucktoy, and a couple other names. Shut the fuck up daddy reid! Whore! Daddy Reid does not play,Tara said.
Omg i can’t hear this i am going to the bathroom, jj said walking to the bathroom. So do you do BDSM? Em asked yes, he is usually dominant and I am usually submissive but I am dominant sometimes. Is he rough? Pen asked. Yeah most of the time i like it rough. I like his hands so he chokes me alot. HE DOES WHAT! Jj said from behind me. It's normal that a lot of people do it, it makes me horny and he likes it. Does he spank you? Tara asked. Yes all the time because i get “bratty” omg omg omg reid is a freak! Oh yeah totally but i am pretty freaky too so it works out well. What are his kinks? Em asked. Umm breeding, choking, dirty talk, orgasm denial, impact play, edging, marking, daddy kink, exhibitionism- exhibitionism! Where have you done it, pen asked. 
The library, the bar, a restaurant, a wedding, work- work! Where at work and which wedding, jj asked, the file room, the bathroom the round table- the round table! I have eaten my lunch on that table. And so has spencer. OMG what wedding, ummm your wedding…. MY WEDDING! I am calling spencer to get your drunk ass. Ughh your no fun, im calling him right now. 
Can i speak to him please! Fine here. y/n! What did you say! Spencer said as I hear his keys jiggling in his hands. Nothing daddy i have been a good girl like you said. Oh really than why did jj call me asking to pick you drunk ass up? I don’t know i think she is just jealous. Jealous of what exactly, spencer asked starting his car. I think your breaking up i love you daddy i got to go bye. 
45 minutes later we are still laughing when i feel spencer tap me on the shoulder. Daddy i missed you i get up hugging him and kissing him on the cheek. Ohhh daddy reid looks upset. Tara said. He picks me up carrying me over his shoulder, thank you for calling jj, all of you be safe tonight, spencer said walking out of the bar. He put me down on the seat next to me. 
Da- shut the fuck up you slut. 
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