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#may it be talking about these concerns with me
entitled-fangirl · 3 days
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Our needs.
Remus Lupin x reader
SMUT
18+ please and thank you and you're welcome
Summary: the reader is hesitant to go any further with Remus, and she finally tells him why. He is determined to prove her wrong.
Warnings: sweet dom!Remus, mentions of past partners, oral sex (F receiving), crude comments
Author's note: Is it hot in here, or is it just me?
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"Rem?" She asked quietly against his lips.
Remus immediately pulled away His gaze turned worried, "What, love? Something wrong?"
She stares at him apprehensively. 
He gives her a reassuring smile, "Whatever it is, you can tell me."
He recognized the pattern she went through. How she always pushed him away when things were starting to get heated. But, he patiently awaited until she was ready to talk about it.
She takes a deep breath, "it's just… I don't know… I don't know if I can…"
His eyebrows furrow. He kisses her head gently before letting his deep brown eyes rake over her face. "Don't know what?"
Her face turns red as she buries her head into his shoulder. "I don't think I can cum."
He gently pulls the hair on the back of her neck so she'll look at him, "You can't, or you haven't?"
She gives a small shrug in worry. 
He chuckles under his breath, "You've been with someone else, haven't you?"
She nods.
He tilts his head in fake sympathy, "Poor baby. That boy couldn't make you cum, could he?"
Y/N looked away in embarrassment at his crude language, but he grabbed her jaw with his free hand, making her look at him. "Hey," he reprimanded. 
Her doe-eyes stared up at his.
He couldn't help but smile, "That's the difference between a boy and a man. A boy will put his own needs before yours. But, have you even been with a man, love?"
She hesitantly shakes her head. 
He leaned in close to her, letting his breath caress her face, "Your needs are my needs."
He gave her a gentle kiss and began to move down her body, kissing and nipping playfully as he went.
He loved the way her body responded to him.
She had never felt like this before.
The tightening in her stomach was almost painful.
All due to Remus's sweet tongue consistently lapping between her legs.
Her hand found itself in the messy curls on his head at the beginning, and he practically groaned at the feeling of her unconsciously pulling at it.
"Remus… Re… please," she begged.
"Please, what?" He muttered teasingly.
"Make it… make it go away."
He pulled back, his concerned gaze returning like before, "Does it not feel good? Does it hurt?"
She shook her head, "'s just too much…"
He chuckles, "Too much, how?"
She groaned, "I don't know."
Remus leaned forward and stretched his arm to wipe some sweat from her forehead, "Feels funny?"
She nods.
He sucked on his teeth, "That's how it's supposed to feel. It gets better, I promise. May I continue?" He asked as if he was the one getting pleasure for his actions.
And let's be honest, he was.
When she nods at him, he moves back.
Her body jerked as his nose brushed against her clit. She let out a whine at the unfamiliar feeling.
He grunts and wraps his arms around her thighs, keeping her from being able to wiggle around.
The spring in her stomach tightens again and the feeling returns.
She lets out an involuntary moan, blushing at the sound.
Remus groaned, vibrating everything between her legs, "Mmm. You sound lovely. You get that feeling again?"
She lets out a soft breath to answer his question. 
He smiles against her, "Good. Give into it. Let me make you feel good. You trust me?"
Her hand pulls at his curls again, "Please, Rem."
He couldn't help his teasing, "Please, what?"
She groaned, "Please, help me feel good, Remus. Please."
Remus laughed, "Anything you need."
She moaned again as the feeling continued.
If was like she was on fire, but also in ice.
Indescribable. 
The spring tightened until she thought she would snap. 
And the spring snapped.
She let out a shaky breath as she was overcome by a feeling of bliss and overstimulation.
But Remus didn't stop.
Not until she gently pulled at his hair, "Rem, please. Hurts..."
He leaned back, admiring his handiwork. "Pretty girl. Did so good for me."
His hands gently swiped the liquid onto his fingers, licking them sensually.
She spent the time catching her breath, not trusting her body to help her sit up.
He smiled and crawled over her. Another gentle kiss, but she cringed at the taste of herself on his lips.
"What?" He asked, "Don't like it? I think you taste wonderful. I'd have it be every meal if you'd let me."
Her cheeks blushed again and she caresses his curly hair, "Th..thank you, Remus."
"No problem, love. Just taking care of our needs, am I not?"
She nods.
His face rose with a cheeky smile, "Think I'll get to do it again soon?"
She smiled shyly at him.
Of course, he'd do it again soon.
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lillipupz · 3 days
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”I don’t ship Liechtenstein and Swiss” 💀 If you don’t ship them, then what’s with your weird obsession with them? 😭 You avoided answering my other asks as well where I literally pointed out that you’ve drawn them scarily close to each other’s faces in a pose that is normally depicted as romantic. You also say they’re your “favorite siblings” while drawing them in couples poses. A little weird, right? You can just admit to being a weird proship sibling fetishist and move on. And actually fuck you for tagging them as “neutral siblings” none of us want to see that incest fantasy shit kys
hey what the fuck is wrong with you
#listen i. really hate bringing drama onto my account because that’s not me but you (or perhaps friends of yours because this has all been—#—the same typing style and almost the exact same format despite blocking 2 anons already) will not leave me alone??#you’re so delusional and obsessed with sending me DEATH THREATS and accusing me of so many things? do you not have anything better to do?#also i didn’t respond to your other anons because they were fucking stupid and reaching. you say that my art has “incestuous tones” where?#if i may ask where is the incest? because at this point you just seem to not even look at what i post of them and just hate for no reason?#and did you not see a single thing weird with sending nearly 7 separate asks ALL ON ANON about neutral siblings art?#at this point seems like you might be the one who’s “obsessed w incest” man!!!#this has gotten to the point where im turning off anon so unless you wanna send smth off anon#—you have like. nothing to gain from this#i love liech and i love swi as brother and sister. they are actually my favorite siblings. is every sibling relationship to you incest?#do you see brother and sister art and think “time to send death threats and doxxing attempts to this random person online!!”#you could have like. oh i dunno… dm’d me with concerns… maybe have talked to me…. literally anything#but nope!!!! time to tell tumblr user lillipupz to kts and “film it for a comedy movie” ????? what is wrong with you?#rant over sorry; this fandom has done great things for me but it’s also just been hard being in it due to people like this#please if you don’t like me or my art please just block me. unfollow. don’t send threats to me anonymously.#thank you to my friends for giving me input on this ask as well & how to respond to it#this ask is maybe a few days old idk i just saw it but still. what the fuck!!!!!
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ratgrinders · 1 day
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**spoilers for latest episode of junior year**
alright so kalina saying "it's the only name i can say" when talking about ragh barkrock immediately paints the picture that kalina entered the spy's tongue curse with some co-conspirators and that ragh barkrock could theoretically lead the bad kids to figuring out who they are without naming them directly. also, kalina saying it immediately after the mall incident implies these co-conspirators have something to do with the dead god, which would explain why it would be on cassandra's mind as well when kristin communed with her.
so who are these co-conspirators? we know its not lydia because kalina was able to mention her by name back in sophomore year, and even if that was retconned, lydia was able to say kalina's name a couple episodes ago and the curse goes both ways. this is interesting because that leaves a lot less options for who kalina could be referring to, since there aren't a lot of options for people simultaneously associated with ragh barkrock, kalina, and with the dead god.
with a lack of any other information, i'm immediately suspicious of jace and porter.
it was stated in sophomore year that ragh saw jace in the room with kalina and arianwen during the whole nightmare king fiasco, and also that after the prompocalyse fight jace got porter to heal ragh with "barbarian healing" which then infected him with kalina. this to me implies that kalina, after talking to jace and/or porter, conspired to intentionally get ragh infected. (side note: this is interesting because to my knowledge this is the only instance of kalina deliberately infecting someone rather than it being incidental, which implies that kalina had some sort of plan for ragh).
so how could either of them be sus:
porter of course is the running joke of being sus, but as someone who is possibly part goliath AKA giant, while simultaneously being a barbarian who harnesses rage and a paladin with an oath to his ancestors, it makes sense that a possible god he worships would be a giant god of rage. honestly though itd be incredibly funny if after 3 seasons of being sus there yet again isn't anything wrong with him
jace has less evidence considering we know even less about him, but he is in a place of scrutiny seeing as he's been specifically made vice principal in the absence of gilear. and as a sorcerer, one possible subclass is divine soul, which makes it very possible for jace to derive his power from the divine source of a rage god. plus, the last name stardiamond can definitely be associated with the 21 point rage stars that the god has. AND, most importantly i think, yolanda badgood specifically went to jace stardiamond with her concerns over lucy frostblade and NOT principal grix, and then later ended up dead, which is a very suspicious series of events.
it still feels like we don't have enough information, but ultimately im curious about 1. why kalina would specifically enter a spy's tongue curse when she hasn't really done that with her other conspirators and 2. what she may have wanted with ragh barkrock
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skz catching you reading fan fiction
pairing: idol ot8 x reader
wc: ~5.4k
warnings: lots of reader being embarrassed obv. pet names, hyunjin’s is a tiny bit angsty (sorry), a very brief joking mention of dying in seungmin’s
an: this is a repost from my recently deceased blog hyunjins-orange-slice. may she rest in peace. some of the fanfictions mentioned in this are mine and have been linked. others i just made up. 💕
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⋆。‧˚chan˚‧。⋆
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“Come here. Across my lap, princess.” He ordered.
‘oh this is getting good’ you said quietly to yourself. you were in bed, cuddled up under the covers, the only light coming from the screen of your phone. your eyes flashed across the page quickly, needing to find out what happens next. it had clicked in your brain earlier today that there could quite possibly be fan fiction about your boyfriend floating around on the internet somewhere. you were aware of his fame. but that’s not why you’re with him, even though that’s how you met him. you had been together for a while now, and you cursed yourself for not thinking of this sooner. of course there’s fan fiction about him. and even though it makes you cringe in a way, you couldn’t stop yourself from immediately searching for it as soon as you got home. chan is still at the company, always working the long hours, so you were unsure when he would be home. but you assumed it would be late. so you allowed yourself to get lost in the world of stray kids tumblr. you had read a few already, but this one, this one was spicy. you could feel that familiar throb in between your legs.
“Honey..” He said in a surprised tone. “You’re so wet.” He ran his middle finger up your slit, playing in your wetness. He gently prodded your entrance. You moaned quietly against his thigh. “Only a couple more.” He said, then he spanked you again.
you squeezed your thighs together, briefly thinking of grabbing that buzzing friend from the top drawer of your nightstand. but before you could do so, the bedroom door opens. a tired chan enters, setting his bag down. you let out a gasp and clutch your phone against your chest as he looks up at you, suspicion on his face.
"whatcha doin, baby?" he asks.
"uh.. no-nothing." you stammer back. real smooth.
"why are you hiding your phone from me?" he looks a little concerned now as he sits on the bed next to you. he didn’t want to let himself think that you may be romantically talking to someone else. but he couldnt help it. you could read his feelings all over his face. and as embarrassing as it was, you couldnt bare for him to think you were cheating. it’s best that you just tell him the truth.
"i.. i might have been reading a story.. about you. written by a stay." you say, unable to look at him. you stared at the outlet on the wall across from the end of the bed.
he laughed. "fan fiction?!" he exclaimed, laughing even more. your face turned a bright red. "show me. let me see." he said, reaching for your phone.
you held it tighter to your chest. "no!" you argue, pulling away from him.
"cmon baby. let me seeeee." he whined, reaching for your phone again. you held it out of his reach, so he used his not so secret weapon. he started tickling your sides. you immediately screamed in pained laughter and folded your body in on itself and toward him, trying to detach his hands from your skin. he let go, grabbing the phone, and jumping off the bed. he ran to the corner of the room and you sat up on your knees on the bed. you didn’t move any closer, having realized your defeat.
"Good girl baby, suck daddy’s cock, choke on it, you can do it, take it all, that’s my girl…?" he read aloud. his sentence ending in a question, not having thought that the fan fiction you would be reading would be smut. the tips of his ears turned slightly pink, and you covered your face with your hands before he could look at you. "you’re reading a fan fiction called ‘his good girl, always’?" he asked, slightly stunned. but you could hear the amusement returning to his voice. "what does dom daddy chan mean?"
you groaned. "is this what you fantasize about, baby?" he asked but you couldn’t answer him. "look at me, honey."
you shook your head no, still covering your face with your hands. "i said look at me, princess. cmon, be a good girl." an involuntary whimper escaped your lips at that, and you slowly peeked at him over the tips of your fingers. a smirk was on his face, one dimple poking out, his eyes dark with lust. "let’s finish reading this, yeah?"
⋆。‧˚minho˚‧。⋆
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“hey min?” you called. an answering grunt came from the other room. “could you pass me my phone? soonie is sleeping on my lap.”
you were sure he heard you. you could hear him get up from his desk and walk to the nightstand to get your phone. but that had been a couple minutes ago. what was taking him so long?
"minho?" you called again. he slowly shuffled into the living room, your phone in his hand, his face pointed at the screen. there was a smirk on his face.
oh shit.
you remembered what you had been doing on your phone last. you were sure you fell asleep earlier with tumblr open to the story you were currently reading. you enjoyed reading fan fiction about your boyfriend, though you never wanted to admit that to him. you felt like you might not have a choice in the matter now. you had been caught. he stopped a few feet away from you, still scrolling, his eyes moving back and forth as he read. the smirk on his face only grew as he continued to skim the page.
"min, give me my phone please." you said quietly. he held a finger up, shushing you.
"My cock drunk little slut, takes my cock so good." he read from the screen. "is this what you’re always reading on your phone?" minho asked, finally looking up at you.
you buried your head in your hands, scaring the cat off you lap. "i didn’t know you liked to read fan fiction about me. you have the real me, you know?" he said. "why am i always calling the reader kitten? is that a thing that stay thinks i like?"
you groaned. you could feel him come closer, until he was standing right in front of you. he dropped your phone onto the couch next to you, you could feel it bounce on the cushion. "hello?" he asked. you still couldn’t look at him. your face burned with embarrassment. your whole body burned with embarrassment. he wrapped his hands gently around your wrists and tugged. you let him pull your hands away from your face. he let go of your wrists and then used his fingers to tilt your chin up, so you were facing him. he was grinning, and you couldn’t help but notice the veins running up and down his arms. his arms never failed to make you a mess for him. "is that what you want? for me to call you kitten?" you tried to look away from him, but his grip tightened on your chin. "ah ah." he scolded. "answer me."
"i- it’s- um.. it’s something that i’ve thought about.." you admit. his thumb moved to gently stroke your cheek.
"you should have just told me that." he says, sweetly. "you want me to manhandle you too, like in that story? want me to use toys and eat my cum from your pussy?" his thumb has made its way to your lips now. gently rubbing back and forth before pressing into your mouth. you wrapped your lips around the digit, running your tongue around it.
"mmhmm" you mumbled around his finger.
"i think that can be arranged.. kitten." he purred.
⋆。‧˚changbin˚‧。⋆
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you were sat in the corner of the room, butt on this hard ass wooden bench, swallowed by your boyfriends hoodie, face buried in your phone. changbin had begged for you to go to the gym with him today, and so you agreed. he’s so cute when he pouts and puffs his little cheeks out. but you had no intention of working out with him. you just said you would come. so he’s working out while you watch from the sidelines. and oh boy you could watch him work out for hours. he was currently doing the bench press? bench pressing? he was laying down on the bench thingy and pushing up on the bar thingy with the heavy thingies on the ends. chan was spotting him but changbin didn’t need it. he was all sweaty and yummy. so buff. were you drooling? see this is why you were looking so intently at your phone. if you watched him work out for too long, you got all soft and gooey and you didn’t want that. but looking at your phone wasn’t helping either. in fact, tumblr may be making your situation worse. but you couldn’t look away. not when there was a detailed fan fiction in front of you about your boyfriend. you were just reading it at first because it interested you. you know, for science. did they describe him correctly? did they get his size right? you were surprised to find out that the stories were actually pretty accurate. so then you kept reading. and now your 8 thousand words deep in a slow burn smut fic about him and you just so happened to get to the good part while you were in the gym with him. fuck. your body started getting hot. you stretched and removed your hoodie from your body. you kept scrolling, the content getting spicier and spicier. he was doing what with his tongue? holy shit why hasn’t he ever done that to you in real life?
"are you hot baby?" his voice pulled you from your fantasy land and startled a jump out of you.
"ah!" you exclaimed. you held your phone close to your chest, your cheeks burning up and flushing red. he was standing in front of you, sweaty. his black muscle shirt sticking to his body. he wiped the sweat from his face with a small white towel. your mouth filled with saliva at the sight of him. you forcibly swallowed before answering him. "uh.. yeah i got a little warm." you tell him.
"are you okay? you seem a little flustered." he sits down next to you on the bench. he chuckles to himself. "you know, you’re acting like you usually do when i’m teasing you."
your face and body were on fire. you looked down at the floor, at the wall, anywhere but at changbin. your silence must have been loud.
"baby?" he reaches for your arm. you flinch at the contact, not out of fear, but out of desire. you were in the gym and you were so embarrassed. you couldn’t have him touch you at all, not even on the arm. your phone clattered to the floor, having lost your grip when you flinched. you immediately reached for it, but changbin beat you to it. and of course, just your luck, he glances at the screen as he hands it back to you. "what’s this baby? what’re you reading?" he skims the page some more. "those are some naughty words.." he says, quieter this time. you try to take the phone from him but he moves it out of your reach, continuing to read. "this is about me?" he says a little too loud.
"bin, give me my phone back please." you say, reaching for it. he hands it over.
"sure baby. i didn’t know you liked to read fan fiction about me." he was smirking at you. clearly poking fun. "and it was dirty fan fiction too. baby. i didn’t know you were so naughty." he chuckles.
"binnie.. please don’t. i’m flustered enough as it is."
"was the story that good?" he asks, serious now.
you nod. "it’s pretty good, yeah. and we’re here in the gym and you’re all sweaty and muscly and i’m about to loose it, bin."
he outright laughs now. "okay baby. let’s get you home and you can tell me about your story." he stands and takes your hand, leading you out to the car.
⋆。‧˚hyunjin˚‧。⋆
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"You are so beautiful, baby.” He said, stroking your cheek. “Such a pretty girl, about to suck her daddys cock.” You could feel your panties getting wet. “Open.” He ordered.
you absentmindedly rubbed your thighs together, trying to get any friction you could, so absorbed in the story you currently had open. you were in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, your elbows on the countertop. you eyes were glued to the screen. you were in the kitchen to make some dinner. you were hungry and you knew hyunjin would be home soon and probably would want something to eat as well. but now your hunger for food was long forgotten as a hunger for something else took over your mind. you didn’t even hear hyunjin put his key in the lock and open the door. he kicked his shoes off and dropped his bag, but you had no idea. one hand was against your mouth, the other hand had a death grip on your phone, thumb scrolling away at the text. hyunjin approached from behind, a little entertained that you hadn’t noticed him, and curious about what has you so focused. he peeks over your shoulder to glance at your phone.
The image of him above you may as well have been holy. It was holy to you. He was a god, and you worshipped him as such. “Fuuuck, baby.” He moaned, breathlessly.
he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, scaring the daylights out of you. you jumped, dropping your phone, it clatters noisily onto the counter.
"what are you reading, angel?" he asks softly against your neck. he places a small kiss there.
"nothing." you lie quickly.
"didn’t seem like nothing." he hummed against your skin. "seemed kinda dirty. can i see?" he reaches around you for your phone and you don’t stop him. you know that you will never win an argument against hwang hyunjin. his long fingers close around the device, and he stands straight as he brings it to his face to look. you straighten as well, but you don’t turn to face him. you don’t want to see the look on his face when he sees what you’ve been reading.
"are you reading smut about me?" he asks. when you don’t answer, out of embarrassment, he gently grabs your shoulder and turns you around. "is this fan fiction?" you slowly nod your head, not looking at him, trying to understand his tone. he sounded upset.
"are you unhappy with our relationship?" he asks. that startles you to attention. you look up at him, his eyes filled with sadness.
"what? no, jinnie. absolutely not."
"then why are you reading this, if not to get something that you crave?" he argues. "am i not fulfilling your needs?"
"no. you are. i just—"
"i don’t understand why you would need to read this, unless you’re unhappy with me." he cuts you off. "especially smut. if i’m not satisfying you sexually, then we need to talk about that."
"that’s not it." you tell him. "i started reading it while you were away on tour because i missed you so badly. and some of it is actually.. good. so now, when i miss you and want to picture different scenarios about you, i’ll read some. i promise it has nothing to do with our relationship. it’s just fun to read what stay writes about you. and that one i was reading just now.. is pretty hot.." your cheeks flush. "i was actually going to bring it up with you to see if maybe you wanted to try something like that.." you look down at your hands, twirling your fingers together.
"you promise? if there’s something wrong, i can’t fix it unless you tell me about it." he says, holding you by the shoulders.
"i promise."
he’s smiling down at you now. "well then i guess let’s see what you’ve been reading. i saw you rubbing your thighs together, it must have been good to get you all hot and bothered like that." he starts reading the screen again. his smile grew the more he read. "so.. the part that you like.. is it the face fucking? or the daddy/princess dynamics?" he asks, seriously. but you feel it straight in your core. your panties sticking to your skin.
"i kinda like all of it.." you say quietly.
he sets the phone back down on the counter and brings his hand up to stroke your cheek. you noticed he was still a little sweaty from practice, and that only made you wetter. he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your mouth, his lips so plump and soft. he pulls away only an inch or so and then says against your lips, "well then get on your knees, princess."
⋆。‧˚jisung‧。⋆
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"hey sungie, could you grab my phone?" you ask, just getting out of the shower, wrapping the towel around your torso and reaching for your comb.
"sure." he pauses whatever game he was playing and gets up to retrieve your phone from the bed for you. when he grabs it, he looks at the text filled screen. it only takes a moment for him to read the words.
‘that’s it baby, you like it when i ride your cock like this?’ ‘yes mommy.’
he felt his cock twitch in his pants, and his ears flame with heat at the same time. he drops the phone back on the bed and turns around and leaves the room immediately without saying anything to you.
"sungie?" you look after him, worriedly. you drop your comb and follow him into the living room. he’s pacing back and forth in front of the couch, biting on his thumb nail. "what’s wrong?" you ask. he doesn’t answer you. he just keeps pacing back and forth. you wonder what the heck has gotten into him. you return to your bedroom and grab your phone from where it was laying on the cover. you look at the screen. that fan fiction you had been reading was still open. oh no. was he freaked out that you were reading this? you’d never told him about it because you thought it might freak him out, and maybe you were right. you returned to the living room. han was sitting on the edge of the couch now, a blank stare on his face, his mind a million miles away.
"did you read what was on my phone?" you ask him.
he looks up at you, startled. "uh yeah, i did. i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to read it, it was just open and a couple words jumped out at me and i couldn’t help but read them but i promise i wasn’t trying to spy on you or anything it was an accident, i-" he was rambling.
"sungie, it’s okay." you cut him off. i don’t mind that you looked at it. i have nothing to hide. especially from you." you smile at him.
he looks back down at his hands, silent yet again.
"did you want to talk about it?" you asked. "do you have any questions?" you walked over and sat next to him on the couch. he leaned back, throwing his head over the back of the couch dramatically, his eyes shut. you noticed his hands were covering the tent in his pants. so he must have liked what he read you thought.
"it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it right now. i can go back to the bathroom and we can talk about it after you’ve had time to think." you move to stand from the couch but han grabs your wrist. you look at him, his eyes wide.
"you were reading fan fiction about me?" he asked quietly. you nodded at him. "and you like to read that stuff?"
"i do." you answer him. "is that okay with you?"
he nods slowly, still thinking pretty hard about something.
"what do you like about them?" he asks.
"i just like to imagine different scenarios about you. especially when you’re gone on tour and i miss you. but i must admit, i’m pretty partial to subby jisung." you tell him, smirking. you loved to tease him. his face flushed a bright pink at your words.
"what’s subby jisung like?"
"well," you start, placing your hand on his thigh. "subby jisung is very needy, and whiny. he just can’t help it, he wants the reader so bad."
he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to adjust his pants discreetly, but he fails.
"do you like the thought of that?" you tease. "did you like what you saw? the reader in that story was riding subby jisung as he begged. is that what’s got you hard?"
he shook his head no.
"then what was it?" you ask. he removes his hands from his front, fully exposing his erection to you, only hidden by his sweatpants. he makes grabby hands at you, and you smile. you stand up from the couch and drop your towel to the floor, fully naked in front of him. "what do you want, sungie? what did you read that you liked so much?"
"mommy.." he said quietly.
"what was that?" you say, teasing him some more. you loved it when he got like this. all soft and shy. you leaned down and grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants, clinging tightly to his small waist. you tugged them down and off him completely, his cock standing at attention.
"mommy.." he said a little louder. "please.."
"please what?"
"ride me, mommy. please." he begged. and how could you say no to that?
⋆。‧˚felix‧。⋆
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you were both on the couch, facing each other, your legs tangled together. felix was playing a game on his switch and you were scrolling tumblr. it didn’t take long after you found the fic for you to start rubbing your thighs together. you “accidentally” brushed your foot against felix’s pants.
“hey angel, be careful where you’re kicking.” he giggles, never taking his eyes off the screen.
“sorry lixie.” you say softly, trying to hide the neediness in your voice. apparently you failed, because felix put his game down and looked up at you.
“what’s the matter, flower?”
you just shake your head no, still staring down at your phone.
“did you watch that maniac fan cam of me again? baby i know you like the ending fairy but im literally sitting right here. i couldn’t even perform because i was injured.”
that makes you smile a little. you do really love that performance. it’s his smile at the end. but no, you were wet from something else this time. “no, that’s not it.” you tell him.
“then what?”
you just shyly hold out your phone to him. he gently takes it from you and skims the words on the screen quickly. “oh. fan fiction? i’ve read this one actually. it’s pretty good but i wouldn’t say it’s my favorite one.”
you look at him, shocked. “you’ve read that one?”
“yeah i think changbin and i read this one together actually.” he laughs. “i try to stay away from the smut, because it’s a little weird to read that about yourself you know? but occasionally one will pop up and i’ll look it over.” he hands the phone back to you.
“pop up? pop up where?” you’re still shocked, mouth hanging open.
“on my tumblr.” he says matter of factly. “my favorite ones are the fake text ones. the unhinged ones where im sending funny memes.” he’s laughing again and you’re just looking at him. his beautiful face and you’re just in awe of him. of course this man would read his own fan fiction. he’s chronically online. “so.. are you going to tell me what you read that got you all bothered?”
“uh.. i just thought it was hot.. you know?” you say quietly, unable to meet his gaze.
“you like the thought of sucking me off while im playing games online? isn’t that what that one is about?”
you nod slowly.
“you just like the idea of sucking me off? or is it the thought of han or jeongin hearing you on the other side?”
you groan, grinding your hips into nothing. “lixie..” you whine.
“what, angel? i’m just trying to understand you.” he teases. he moves to climb on top of you, your back against the couch cushions, him hovering above you, caging your head with his arms. “do you want to talk about it some more?” he leans in closer. “or do you want to maybe act out your favorite fan fiction with me?” he places a gentle kiss on your lips and you’re lost. nothing exists but him.
⋆。‧˚seungmin˚‧。⋆
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what choices had you made in life to bring you to this point? alone, in bed, one hand in your pants and the other hand gripping your phone, tumblr open. your favorite seungmin fic filling the screen. you had started reading fan fiction about him, and you weren’t proud of it. you just wanted him so badly. and if you were going to fantasize about him, might as well have some help from the internet, right? maybe you were just trying to make yourself feel better. you had known seungmin for a little while now. you have had a crush on him for just as long. it might even be more than a crush if you’re being honest with yourself. ever since you moved into the dorms, you’ve had some huge heart eyes for the guy. but he’s so intimidating. you were scared to ever talk to him. so here you were, hand down your pants, alone at the dorms, moaning his name.
“fuck. seungmin. yes.” you moan to yourself. maybe you were being a little too loud. but you didn’t care. no one was home, and it felt too good. your fingers making sloppy wet sounds as you pumped them in and out. the mental image of him above you had you right on the edge of release. when suddenly.. there’s a knock on the door.
shit.
what the fuck do you do in this situation? you yanked your hand out of your pants so fast, and pulled the blanket up over your head like there was someone actually in the room with you to hide from. you held your breath. trying to be as quiet as possible. after a minute or two, there it was again, the knocking.
“i know you��re in there.” he said. seungmin. you would know his voice anywhere. you’ve been obsessed with it for months now. “are you decent? i’m coming in.” he warns. and before you have time to panic about that, the door cracks open and seungmin sticks his beautiful head inside. he looks around and sees that your hiding under the covers. he walks in and sits on the edge of the bed.
“so.” he starts. “i think we should probably talk about that.” he pokes at what he thinks is your leg, but he can’t be sure. you’re just a pile of blankets. you pull the blanket down to reveal your face, bright red cheeks and watery eyes.
you look at him, but he’s not looking at you. he’s staring at your phone, which is laying on top of the covers, still on and open to tumblr.
“is that my name on the screen?” he asks, emotionless. you couldn’t tell if he was mad or disgusted or intrigued. he pointed at your phone with his index finger.
“i can explain.” you say.
“no need.” he looks into your eyes now. “you’re obviously reading fan fiction about me while you touch yourself. what else is there to explain?”
you seriously wanted to crawl into a hole and die. you prayed for the earth to swallow you up in that moment. where was the alien invasion when you needed it? “i— i guess you’re right..” you mumble. “there nothing else to explain.” you look up at the ceiling, tears pricking your eyes. “i’m sorry.” you tell him.
“don’t be sorry. i quite enjoyed hearing your moans from outside the door. what a thing to come home to.” he smiles his teasing smile at you and in that moment you’re glad that you’re in bed and not standing, because your legs turned to jello.
“i didn’t know my roomie was such a slut for me.” he says, reaching for the blanket. “my little slut.”
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god, your boyfriend had beautiful hands. you had this thought every day, multiple times a day. but you could never say anything to him. you were way too shy for that. and wouldn’t that be weird? ‘hey, innie i think you’re hands are really sexy.’? you were embarrassed just thinking about it. so you kept it to yourself. suffered in silence, drooling over his hands. you had recently turned to tumblr to fulfill your jeongin hand needs. and that was working out fine for a little while. but now, sat on the couch next to him, it’s like his hands are sending out a signal. a loud blaring siren that says hey! here we are! look at us!
the way he’s holding his phone, the muscles flexing as he uses his thumb to scroll instagram. your mind was immediately filled with dirty thoughts. so against your better judgement, you opened tumblr and continued reading. was it dangerous to read this while sitting so close to him? sure. but you couldn’t just excuse yourself to the other room without him having questions. so it’s either this, or just openly stare at his hands until he notices. what you didn’t anticipate however, was him putting his hand on your bare thigh, slowly rubbing your leg up and down, lovingly. he was doing it absentmindedly, ghosting his fingertips across your skin as he scrolled. you were sure your panties and your pajama shorts were probably soaked through at this point.
you forced your eyes back to the screen, but it only made things worse. in the real world, he’s gently rubbing your leg. in tumblr world, he’s wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing. you accidentally let out a whimper, squirming in your seat. his hand stilled on your leg as he looked up at you. you dropped your phone onto your lap, and covered your face, mortified.
he laughs at you. “you’re adorable. why’re you hiding?” he reaches to try to pry your hands from your face. his fingers wrapping around your wrist send a shiver through your body, straight to your core.
“are those my hands?” he asks, chuckling nervously. you peek in between your fingers and see that your phone was displaying a rather large close up of his hands. somehow, the story you were reading had scrolled all the way back up to the top. there was the title of the story, and a picture of his hands. well fuck.
“i— uh-.” you stammer.
he holds his hands out in front of his face, turning them over and examining them. “what’s so special about them?” he asks, not really expecting an answer. “you must really like them if you’re reading fan fiction about them.” he laughs. “but i’m right here. you have the real thing on the same couch as you. why read about it?” he asks.
your face is bright pink. “i was embarrassed..” you admit softly.
“embarrassed? how long have you been thinking about this?”
you kind of shrug as an answer, meaning it’s been a while. he reaches for your phone, and before you can stop him, he’s scrolling. “choking?” he looks up at you. “is that what you want, baby? for me to wrap my hands around your pretty little throat?” your eyes went wide and you swallowed hard. “aren’t you going to answer me?” he teases. “i bet my big hand would fit almost all the way around..” in one swift motion, he wraps his hand around your ankle and tugs, forcing you onto your back, him kneeling in between your legs. he leans over you, his breath against your cheek, his hand slowly sliding up your chest, his index finger playing with the little dip at the base of your throat.
“i’ll put this hand here..” he says, wrapping it around your throat but applying no pressure. “and i’ll put this one here.” his other hand finds your soaked pajama shorts. “already prepped, baby.” he places a soft kiss against your lips before sliding his hand into your panties, his middle finger finding your hole. “let’s see how long you can last.”
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Assorted Media Sentences, Vol. 8
(Sentences from various pieces of media. Adjust phrasing where needed)
"You know, you're very, very cute. You're also very manipulative."
"Relax. You can't see everything coming."
"Are you trying to make me look stupid in front of the other guests?"
"I'm going to count to three. There will not be a four."
"That's the thing about war. People die."
"If you put your faith in people, eventually they're going to break your heart."
"You don't want to rush into things. You can't undo them later."
"You killed them all, didn't you?"
"I wouldn't be caught dead in that thing. It looks like somebody's nightmare!"
"We know too much about each other."
"I did not ascent to this position by being stupid."
"You just won't die, will you?"
"You take the law into your own hands and I promise you, you'll swing from one of those ropes out there."
"What the hell has my country done for me?"
"What did you say your name was again?"
"These last few years working for you, that's the first home I ever knew."
"How far do you expect to get in life with an attitude like that?"
"Are you talking about spying?"
"The worst thing you can do in this business is overstay your welcome."
"I always knew that you were the one. I just didn't have anything worked out, that's all."
"Who I know and who I don't is no concern of yours."
"You think this is who I wanted to be?"
"That's the second time you've saved my life, and I won't forget it."
"I never lied to you, you know that. I may not have told you everything, but what I told you was true."
"Oh God, you don't dance as well, do you?"
"If I don't kill him, we'll never be out of danger. It's his life or ours."
"That's a very nice suit. It would be a shame to ruin it."
"Innocent people die every day - they may as well do so for a reason!"
"Who are you really?"
"We all have our ghosts."
"With everything that's been going on, it's a wonder that we're not all crazy!"
"Relax. This is a matter of inconvenient timing, that's all."
"If you love someone, you've got to try and trust what they tell you is true."
"I don't suppose it's occurred to you that I might hugely prefer someone else?"
"If ever I have to break your neck, I promise to do it with a minimum of force."
"What exactly are you looking for?"
"In my line of work, it's best not to have any long term plans."
"I always thought my life would end like this. I just never thought I'd care."
"You know you're a nag? A very pretty one, but a nag."
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i think 2022 charles would have found a way to win in vegas. it’s a mentality issue - the second there’s an issue with the car now, he crumbles. he was always hyped as a prodigy but he’s shown very, very little growth from 2019, and he’s still making the same mistakes. i really like him but at some point you have to drop the rose-colored goggles and admit he’s not at the calibre of a wdc.
as for my top 5, i’d put max, alonso, and lando above him based on overall recent performances. to be fair, charles is in the mix for 4th best with some combination of lewis and carlos (with carlos ahead of them so far this year). usually i’d rate lewis higher based on pure talent alone, but his struggles have rivaled charles’s over the past couple of years. it’s looking like next year’s ferrari lineup will be battle of the second drivers.
finally, finishing position isn’t everything. ollie was matching and at times exceeding charles’s race pace. that’s concerning to me. if carlos had been there, i think he could have been in the fight with checo.
well you're probably not going to like my answer, but since you're coming into my inbox for some reason I'd say this classifies as you asking me for my opinion (aka me disagreeing with you on every point you raise)
"i think 2022 charles would have found a way to win in vegas" -> I swear only Charles is held to such high standards and expected to perform the impossible. Please do tell me how 2022 Charles could have found a way to influence the timing of a SC? Charles managed that race and his tyres extremely well, there wasn't anything more he could have done without going into the wall or destroying his tyres. Was it not the only recent race where a RB was overtaken, not once, not twice but thrice on PURE PACE? Did Charles - and not any other driver - not manage this exploit? If that race has to be taken as an example of Charles crumbling (??), then I sure hope you're at least half as harsh about Carlos' performance who was absolutely ridiculous the whole race (and I'm not talking about the problem he had because of the drain cover ofc because I do make the difference between what's in a driver's control and what isn't).
honestly anon, the mentality issue argument is already such a lazy and profoundly unimaginative one but the way you use it is nonsensical and your very own sentence highlights that : "the second there’s an issue with the car now, he crumbles". So does he crumble because of a supposed weak mentality or is he a victim of circumstances and of his team's incompetence? Charles is truly expected to pull miracles when no other driver on this grid as ever proved they would be able to cope with half as much shit as Charles has had to endure. May I remind you that last season Charles finished ahead of Carlos in the standings despite having suffered multiple issues (DNS, DSQ, DNFs to name a few). How can you even say that when Charles impressed everyone on the paddock only three races ago in Bahrain after managing not only to bring the car home but to actually finish 4th because it was such an incredible feat for him to do with the issue he had with his car?
"he’s shown very, very little growth from 2019, and he’s still making the same mistakes" -> I cannot begin to tell you how wrong you are. You only need eyes to see how much he has grown, learned and matured since 2019. Whether in his driving (managing tyres, late-breaking, working both on the technical aspects and his physical condition, being more tactical) or in the way he acts (being more patient, learning when to push or not, working on himself and learning from his mistakes, working on strategies), Charles has worked incredibly hard and shown lots of progress. Now does he continue to take risks? Yes, because he wants to win. You may get Miami because of it but you would never have Baku without it. Every driver makes mistakes but somehow Charles' are always over-scrutinized and blown out of proportions. And that's saying nothing about the context which facilitates making mistakes but I've already talked about that plenty before.
As for your top 5, again, everyone is entitled to their opinions but I can tell you I have many arguments about each of the drivers you evoke and why you could say they all could be replaced by Charles as well (starting with Lando for instance who on several occurrences had the chance to get pole or win made a mistake and fumbled it - something he himself has admitted). Regarding Carlos I think I've made my opinion pretty clear about why I think he's not half the driver Charles is. Now what you say about Lewis is imo as absurd as what you said about Charles bc you're putting everything on them when most of the blame lays on their car and team. I'm not even going to entertain that last sentence from your paragraph because it's pretty clear I strongly disagree with you.
As for Ollie having great pace, you may say finishing positions isn't everything but it's what gives you points in the end. One race isn't representative anyway. While I do think he was impressive, I don't think he can hold his own against Charles just yet because there's more to being a driver than having race pace. Regarding the what-ifs about Carlos there's literally no way of knowing where he would have qualified and where he would have finished so I don't see the use in speculating. In any case, Carlos is a good driver but that doesn't mean he can suddenly make the car grow wings and become competitive enough to match RB. You're simply giving him too much credit there.
I'll finish by answering this particular sentence which feels a lot more condescending and demanding than you're entitled to be with strangers online : "i really like him but at some point you have to drop the rose-colored goggles and admit he’s not at the calibre of a wdc." -> believe what you want but I think Charles is wdc material and nothing you'll ever say to me will convince me of the contrary and I don't know who you think you are to think you can dictate such things to other people. I am critical of Charles but I'm also very much aware of his resilience, his strengths and talent after spending years observing him and listening to him. He has won before, and given the right car and the right team, he will win again and bring that glory back to Maranello.
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Tea for Two
Part 2 of Yours Truly, A Hostage (Part 1).
After rescuing you in Piccadilly Circus, the Captain takes you up on your invite. Naturally you make tea, scones and sexual tension.
Pairing: Captain John Price x fem!reader
CW: explicit smut, piv sex, penetration, fingering, descriptions of a male body and female body (reader). MDNI.
Words: 3.5k
A/n: Let me know what you think! Also, I love how reader can afford to live on her own.
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You honestly didn’t mean to be folded in half and speared so deliciously by John’s cock. It was only supposed to be tea and scones.
He arrived promptly, not giving you a chance to worry you had been ghosted.
You open the door to find him standing with his hands clasped at his front.
“Hello.” He says, it’s a rumble, heat fills you.
“Hi! Come in! Let me take your jacket.” You wave him into your tiny flat.
“Thanks, love.” You don’t watch as he shrugs it off. He’s wearing a green plaid shirt that hugs his broad chest. He looks different to yesterday, you thought he may look smaller as he wouldn’t be encumbered by all the gear and harnesses. But he was still huge, tall and broad. He’s not wearing a hat so you see his hair is neat and kind of side parted with a lot of grey. He’s in dark blue jeans and boots which probably added another 2 inches to his hulking frame.
“How did you know I love a tea party?” he marvels at the teacups while rolling up his sleeves revealing strong bulky forearms covered in dark hair.
“My third eye.” You point mysteriously between your eyebrows, trying to be nonchalant even though you feel flustered as he essentially started the foreplay by revealing his muscled forearms.
“What else does that third eye see?” He looks at you, it's strange how such icy blue eyes can show heat.
“It sees you behaving yourself.” You say with more gumption than you actually felt. You carry over the teapot and he waits to seat you. You can’t help but laugh awkwardly as he gently tucks your chair in.
“You didn’t have to do all this.” He says with mirth, the delicate teacup in his large hand was making you feel a certain way. You try not to stare.
“It’s a bit much.” You say quietly, “but so was yesterday.” Your thighs bounce up and down nervously. “How’s your friend, teammate, the younger guy, Gaz?”
“He’s alright, he sends his best,” Price didn’t want to reveal the full conversation they had when he told Gaz he got your phone number. Things like “but sir she’s closer to my age” and “no sir, she wasn’t complimenting my facial hair.”
“Oh bless him,” you say, touched.
“Are you okay? What you went through yesterday was no cake walk.” His brows knit together.
“It’s not really hit me yet, to be honest.” You admit, feeling conflicted because you were absolutely sidetracked with getting ready for a date with an SAS captain. You had left your statement at the police station earlier in the morning.
“If you need to talk, I’m here. And there’s no shame in speaking to a professional. A proper professional.” When he smiles, his lips disappear into his moustache and you find it was so endearing, smiling unintentionally along with him.
“Are you always like this with… rescued hostages?” You say earnestly, you’re not sure where you’re going with it.
“Definitely not.” He sits back, ramrod straight, “especially as you were so subtle.”
You feel mortified at how eager you were yesterday and it must show because he leans forward with a concerned hand out, as if to say ‘wait’.
“I’m glad you weren’t subtle,” he says quietly, “I was really taken by you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” It feels weird hearing something so vulnerable, it doesn’t feel real. You feel flushed.
“Are you okay?” You ask him, “I know it’s your job but… it must be such a weight on your shoulders.” You reach out without thinking and squeeze his hand, it’s hot while yours is cold.
“You’re sweet,” he whispers “I’ve been doing this a long time, love.” He turns his hand over and envelopes your fingers, you feel patches of rougher skin.
You nod feverishly “I’m sorry I - it’s another world. I just sit behind a desk.” You’re in uncharted territory, he operates in another world, a dangerous one, one that collided with yours yesterday.
“You don’t need to apologise, it’s an important desk.”
You’re not satisfied with that. Trying to find the right words, caressing circles with your thumb into his hand, you blurt out “you were really brave.” You speak through the embarrassment.
“I couldn’t see you but I could hear you.” Your heart rate climbs. “It was…” you breathe out “so decisive and final.” He squeezes your hand. “I knew I was safe.”
He smiles warmly and covers your small hand with his. You sit like this for a moment, in the moment. You were sure the events of the last 48 hours would dawn on you heavily but right now you felt grounded.
“You’re wondering what to do with your other hand now, aren’t you?” He chuckles, breaking the silence.
“Am I that readable?”
“You’re an open book.” He smiles warmly, crows feet etching into his skin.
You reach over and tentatively cup his cheek, his beard tickles your palm, your thumb caresses his cheekbones, he has bags under his eyes, you sense you were right about him carrying unspoken weight. “Am I?” Vulnerability seeps from your pores.
You breathe from your mouth and on your second intake, John has a hand on the back of your neck. His azure eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips. You didn’t realise how your hands got to his shoulders and on the back of his neck.
He pulls you in slowly and you engulf him, the band has snapped, the kiss is deep and forceful. He controls the pace which is deliberate and slow. He bleeds into you and you feel dizzy with the intensity. His mouth is molten on yours.
You both break away with a pant, the table shakes and the cutlery clinks.
“You alright, love?” Both of his hands are back on the table, palms down, unthreatening. His voice is no longer suggestive, but clipped. You search each other’s eyes.
“I’m good.” You nod frantically.
“We can go as far as you want, we can stop right here, you’re in charge alright?” Your heart and stomach flips.
“I-.” You laugh, shaking your head, all you can feel is the wetness growing in your knickers.
“Talk to me, love.” He flips his hands so his palms are facing up.
“I’m not usually like this.” You say, standing up, “but then yesterday wasn’t usual either.”
Pushing your chair back abruptly with a squeak, you climb into his lap and straddle him. You hear a quiet vibration from his throat, a delectable groan.
“If it makes you feel better, neither am I.” He feels just like you imagined but better, harder, expanses of muscle and a layer of mass. Your dress barely covers your ass as you seat yourself on his lap. His hands move along your waist and down to the swell of your hips. You can smell his cologne and see his eyelashes flutter again as his gaze roams over your chest and neck.
He looks up at you and you can’t look back, his gaze is too intense, you want the floor to swallow you up. You look up to your left, feeling goosebumps as he explores your exposed thighs. He presses them, sighing.
He kisses your neck. You feel tickled by his beard hairs and flexing thigh muscles. In response to his kiss, you do what any respectable woman would do on top of a man, you push against his hardening cock. The chair creaks as he bucks his hips up to meet yours, both of your heavy breathes filling the room.
When he hears the moan that tears from your throat, he is undone. He imagined what you sounded like while he got dressed for the date, and this didn’t hold a candle to it. With one swift motion he pushes his seat back and lifts you up. He squeezes your ass which causes your cunt to flutter and twitch, your knickers fall into your folds.
“My bedroom’s out there to the right.” You wrap your legs around him and you feel something hard.
“Fffuck!” You gasp and grind into him, unashamed.
“That’s my belt buckle.”
You whine in response.
“In time, in time.” he kneads your ass while minding your knees through the tight corridor. He gently lays you on the bed and pushes you into the mattress, manoeuvring so his growing manhood is against your throbbing cunt.
“This is a nice room.” He says seriously while only looking at your eyes and pushing his erection against the juncture of your spread legs, waiting for your reaction.
You gasp, “oh it’s big” and push back against him. His eyes roll and you feel emboldened at the sight of this burly man, a captain no less, lost in how your body feels. You reach up under his shirt to feel the mass of his pectorals, you’re electric with need. His bulky arms on either side of your head frame your vision.
“Darlin’ you are beautiful.” He unbuttons his shirt with one hand while still hovering over you. He likes the blush that falls across your features when he opens his shirt. He kisses you deeply before quickly taking the shirt off his shoulders, pecs flexing and skin shining with sweat. You catch that narrow waist and a happy trail of hair disappearing into his jeans which you resented were still on.
You didn’t realise you said “fuck” out loud again and his laugh hits you in your core.
“Your dress is really pretty, can I take it off?” John drawls, you nod and smile dumbly at his flattery, he’s clearly enjoying your fucked out brain working overtime.
You wriggle out from under the dress and let him pull it over your head. His hands claim your breasts in your lacy bra, fitting perfectly in his palms. You think you heard him groan “s’soft” before pressing his lips to yours.
“Did you wear this for me?” He pushes the lace to either side of your swollen breasts and sucks on your nipples. He teases them gently, pleased to feel they were hard and ready for him. The rough pads of his fingers give you much needed friction.
You look up at him doe eyed and then say “I did. Why are your jeans still on?” with a hard tug of his belt.
You see him laugh silently, shaking his head. He gets up from the bed. The loss of his weight makes you bounce up slightly. You pant and touch yourself, mewling at the ceiling.
A wry smile appears on his face as he bends to take off his boots, watching you intently as you draw circles on your clit through your knickers. He drops his boots next to your slippers, they are massive in comparison and you find yourself breathing in sharply.
Finally the zipper comes down and he shucks his jeans. You watch his bulge intently as he moves.
“Are those boxers regulation?” Your mouth is dry. He laughs and you feel that same flash of affirmation you felt when you first met.
“Are you always like this?” He doesn’t climb on top of you, instead he lays beside you and places his hand on top of yours, taking over the job of drawing circles into your bud. He then slides his middle finger down and up your wet slit, collecting your dew in your knickers.
“Definitely not.” You manage to say before you moan and shudder at his touch, you feel a tightening coil and the pleasure spreads through your body like shattered glass, instant and permanent. His fingers are deft and the movement precise.
“Y/n, you’re so wet.” John’s breathing is heavy against your cheek. You look at him as if to say something but when you meet his eyes, you’re speechless. Only a moan comes out and you snap your eyes shut as waves of electricity hit you. You don’t realise your hands are on your breasts.
“Tell me what you want.” He grits against your temple, hot and humid.
You open your mouth but you can only moan while he teases your clit with fleeting strokes.
“Tell me,” John slides your knickers to the side, eyes down at your glistening sex, “what you want, love.”
You arch your back and turn your face away from him, shy and overwhelmed. You really were in charge of the pace.
“I want you inside me.” Your voice muffled by the back of your hand.
His thick fingers followed the curve of your mound and down to the dip of your entrance. Slick with your juices, it doesn’t take much for his index and middle fingers to push through. John’s cock twitches at the sensation of your tight, hot cunt. You hear him take a sharp inhale.
“Tha’s it.” He begins pumping and you’re embarrassed to already feel an orgasm building. God he’s good at this you manage to think. His fingers curl up to your g-spot and you start to see specks of light behind your closed eyelids. John revels in the sounds of your wet pussy around his fingers and your moans. He adjusts himself, mindful of the undeniable tent in his boxers.
“John I’m- I’m- gonna!” You pant in time with his pumps. You can see his massive forearm and bicep moving between your smaller by comparison legs, his once parted hair now messy and his dark gaze on you - you’re pretty sure that’s why you came so suddenly.
“Oh god fuck!” You call out, the orgasm pulsing through you violently. Your stomach involuntarily convulses and you writhe, one hand knotted in the duvet and the other one clutching his free arm. John watches as you ride out the orgasm, the broken pants and small whines short circuit his brain.
“Fucking hell.” He breathes. You look up at him, neatly groomed beard, a strong dimpled chin and a smirk that could kill. He’s stroking his hand over your thigh and up to your stomach, his eyes are hooded.
“I’m not on birth control,” you say with a parched mouth. You roll over to a drawer and pull out protection. You tear one from the packet, you know it can be a deal breaker for men but it sorted the riff from the raff.
“I had no idea you wanted to have sex.” He says dryly, a prominent bulge in his boxers. You chuckle and slap him playfully in the chest, leaving the packet against him.
You trail your hand down his chest.
“It’s all yours.” He muttered as you pushed past his waistband to find his heavy cock. He breathed out with a guttural groan, calling you darling. You bite your lip and ignore the redness in your face, he’s well endowed and you’re almost afraid to see it. You remove your hands and pull at his waistband so his reddened cock springs out.
“Of course it’s huge.” You mewl, pulling back on his foreskin gently to reveal a pretty pink and leaking tip. John tenses at your needy touch, restraining himself.
You slink to the floor and manoeuvre yourself between his legs. John's heavy breathing fills the room. You reach behind your back and unhook your bra. You shuffle closer and the tip of John’s cock smears precum on your breast.
“Oh love, you already said thanks,” he laughs, bucking his hips so his cock is nestled in your cleavage. You press your breasts together around his manhood and bounce on your haunches. The Captain grunts, his hands pushing your hair out of your face. You stare at his engorged cock appearing and disappearing between your breasts.
Soon he gently pulls you toward him and peels your knickers off. He makes quick work of putting on the condom, you like that he does it in front of you.
“Let me take care of you now.” You climb onto him and rub your slit along his cock, coating it with your wetness.
“You’re perfect.” He groans in response, fingers digging into your hips. You grind faster and faster, moaning with abandon.
“Are you always such a gentleman?” You stutter, rolling your hips, your hands splayed across his muscled chest, your cunt quivering around nothing.
He laughs and flips you over, his arms on either side of you. You giggle in surprise and then choke out a groan when he pushes his cock against your core.
“Please fuck me” is all it takes for his resolve to crumble, on top of your supine and smooth body, smelling like flowers and white musk. You moan in unison when he pushes his tip against your core, his hips shifting closer and closer. Your pussy clenches around his girth.
“Oh god - is it all in?” You stutter, blood rushing to your face, your cunt pulsing at his sheer size.
“Just half way, love.” You hear the smirk. “I’ll slow down.” He pushes himself deeper tantalisingly slowly. You pant when his hips are flush with yours, eyes fluttering. You wonder how you looked stretched around him.
“You alright?” He checks.
When you nod, John sets a steady pace, pulling mostly out and then plunging back into your heat, down to the hilt.
“Oh god,” you shudder, hands gripping his shoulders. His stomach connects flatly with your clit.
“You like that?” His voice distorted with the movement.
“Yes! Yes!” He speeds up and your world is a flurry of motion. His thrusts are fast and sharp and they push you into the mattress.
You feebly try to bring your legs up onto his shoulders.
“Deeper?” He snarls, his day couldn’t get better. He easily swings your legs onto his shoulders, the backs of your knees wet with sweat against his chest. You’re folded into a mating press and speared by his cock. The friction melts you, you’re surrounded by his mass, his scent, his strength.
You thank the stars for his training because his stamina is unwavering. The bed frame creaking, mattress thumping and lewd noises from your wet cunt hits his ears, he’s not going to let this be a 1 and done.
“I think I’m gonna-”
“Do it darlin’, cum on my cock.”
“No no - I think I’m gonna wet myself.” You shudder, a palm to his chest.
“You won’t, trust me.” He grits out while maintaining fevered eye contact, “let go.”
And with that, your orgasm tears through you and you cover both your nethers in liquid.
“Oh f-uck!” You writhe and roll your hips, John slows down to languid thrusts, whispering into your ear “tha’s it, good girl.” The aftershocks spasm through your body, your toes tingle and you babble incoherently, having never squirted before.
“Mmm, y/n,” the Captain hovers over you and looks from eye to eye. He unsheathes himself from you which is met with a whine from your parted lips. He plunges himself back in. You’re wide eyed and breathless at the motion.
“Yes John!” Your nails dig into his shoulders and your calves and feet flop uselessly over his back as he thrusts quickly and deeply, slamming into your sex.
Soon his hands are under your knees and you're folded further, the angle causing him to connect with your tender spot. You feel a fizzle build in your stomach again.
With unnatural speed and precision, John gets you on the precipice again. You begin to feel him quiver, his muscles coiled and tense as he pistons in and out of you. One of his hands squeezes your right breast and the other is on the mattress.
“Please Captain, please,” you coo, trying his rank on for size with a broken moan. With that, John erupts inside you with a violent shudder, his member pulsing stripes of white hot seed. His orgasm is sharp and absolute.
“Ah love, fuck,” He grunts, his thrusts turning sloppy and his grip loosening on your tender breast. “You’re something else.” He barely manages to grit out. You stay entwined for a few moments, savouring the afterglow between kisses.
“Let me clean this up.” He climbs off of you, a finger trailing down your left breast. You’re too fucked-out to respond.
“To the- to the um left.” You call out to him but he’s already found your bathroom. He catches his reflection in the mirror, his sweaty and hairy chest heaving, face flushed red, hair falling onto his forehead, his softening cock hangs between his sweaty heavy thighs, with a full condom.
He swings by the kitchen for two glasses of water, still naked. He likes how your face softens when he passes you a glass, he doesn’t know if he’s flattered that you only looked at his eyes when he appeared.
He joins you in bed, both of you gulping water.
“Tell me,” your voice is hoarse, you add a pause, “what you want.”
John peers at you as if you’ve grown another head. Then a suppressed smile grows across his face as he realises. You are secretly proud of how you copied his accent.
There’s a pause and you patiently give him some grace, he drains the glass and places it on the bed side table.
Finally he turns to face you with softness in his eyes and says, “you. Asleep on my chest, love.”
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hey since we're talking true detective I think marty is in love with rust but rust is more ambivalent, what do you think?
i wouldn't use the word 'love' to describe their relationship tbh. it's clear, especially at the end of the season, that both of them care about each other in their own twisted and emotionally stunted way. marty cares about rust in a way that closely resembles romantic love, i doubt he would realize it for what it is but he plays along with an engagement joke when he could have easily said something homophobic (which you assume a womanizing cheating asshole cop like marty would say) or side-step it entirely. i wouldn't say rust is ambivalent towards his relationship with marty, he's more ambivalent towards romantic love as a concept ('man can't love' 'men and women only work to have kids'). after marty breaks the truck taillight rust never replaces it, the same way a divorced man may still wear the wedding ring- a reminder of both what he lost and what he once had, a reminder of how rust blows up every relationship in his life. throughout most of the show you could argue they don't even like each other, marty is utterly annoyed by the entirety of rust but he vouches to his boss early on to keep him with him on the case. asks quietly and full of concern if rust as crash is gonna be okay and risks his cover to go into the biker bar to try to drag rust out because he's worried for him. they act like an old bickering married couple half the time, live together without much thought. i don't even wanna TALK about the wedding implications of the finale in carcosa bc it makes me insane. i doubt either man would use 'love' to describe their relationship, it's somehow too limited for what they are.
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Part 2 to my MC (Obey Me NightBringer) angst post: (Since so many people wanted part 2’s idea)
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You can hear a pin drop, even though they stood on what was mostly carpet flooring.
All the brothers had vaguely dissimilar reactions to Solomon’s words. Or at least the ones he started up with once he crossed the hallway and joined the others with Mammon in the next room. They heard his words, but their questions, their concerns got coiled up with the silence that followed.
Lucifer had a deep frown, eyes hiding his deciphering mind as he stood arms crossed tightly with one another. If MC were there, they’d be able to see how his chest is a tad slower in rise and falling, as if taking each shaky breath is hard to do and cover at the same time.
Mammon stood beside Solomon, perhaps the only one sensible to make sure he still talks without letting their emotions interfere. He’s not protecting him per-say, just making sure his younger brothers know to keep themselves in check and wring the sorcerer later. Yet he’s not too far off himself. Only one person and Lucifer could tell he’s one string away from shifting into his demon form. So consider his stance as a two way message.
Leviathan is the only one sitting, or still is. Curled in a ball, he’s staring wide eyed at the human. His skin tingles and he’s shifted in his demon form already, but it’s mostly a way to ground himself ironically. He’s not a defensive less weirdo, he’s a demon! A lord! He can handle this!…Handle hearing what’s happened to MC-his Henry…right?
That’s where Asmodeus comes into play, his eye catching the transformation and immediately places himself at Leviathan’s shoulder. His fingers, polished nails he just redone with MC and Satan yesterday night just before retiring to bed, crease into his brother’s hoodie with a gentle rub. It’s ok. Everything will be alright. Solomon will just tell them what they need to do and they’ll all be fine! They’ll get their sweet MC back, all nice and healthy and happy! Besides, they just can’t leave without him trying that new club.. they have something to look forward to, with him, with his brothers…right?-Right! He ignores how his throat constricts at the very opposite ideas blinking through this head, and focuses on the only other human he’s made a pact with.
Satan is silent, a calculating glint in his eye. He stands nearly just as still as Lucifer, on the side with the twins, claws gripping his hips, If MC was here, they’d probably joke how he looks like an angry dad about to give the lecture of a lifetime. What Soloman said… it doesn’t make sense. MC was in the house before night fell. He’s knows for a damn fact, he’s the one who walked them home himself. He offered to walk with them after the meeting, despite Mammons complaints and Belphie’s pouts, as he had to check his personal library for something ideally for a project. They had fun, pet and fed the stays on the way, stopped by a quick ice cream joint, and ended their walk by ending up in his room to study. His last look at them was them rubbing their eyes, careful of the still drying nails from Asmo dropping in unexpectedly, and sending them both a sleepy goodnight and see ya later as they set off for bed. It was late when they went to bed. Something’s not adding up..
Oh..But if you thought the older brothers were bad...
Beel is the only thing keeping Belphie calm on the outside. His hand an anchor over his shoulder, arm curled around his back in a gentle but firm grip. The twins listen to Soloman with an intensity that can burn Devildom itself to the ground.
Belphie's relationship may be shaky, maybe be sometimes tense as they try to move on from the past. But by his not- father does the Avatar of Sloth want to rein hell on whoever dares touch the human that helped him mend back into his brothers' lives. Into Beel's life. He may look pouty, may look bored. But anyone that knows Belphie knows a plan is forming behind his eye. They will find MC. And the fuckers who came up with such a funny prank.
Beel feels..lost in this type of situation. One day he's having dessert with the human who teases him about his weird choices in ice cream, one he quickly and smoothly throws it back at them with their odd choice in cake flavors. Before the two ultimately breaking into giggles as the human baps at his back and he's swallowing down his bite with a grin. The next day, next morning...gone. Silence at their open chair, vacant and untouched like it was before they came to devildom. It's not right, they should be here. Should be there with him and his brothers. Diavolo..what happened to them??
"That can't be possible.." Satan immediatly dismisses, a dower in his tone. His nose crickles at the idea.
MC? Lost in time? But they weren't near anything like that! And MC can't even cast spells, much less accidentally do such a thing.
Lucifer can't help but agree. "Since MC arrived, the House of Lamentation has been put under a strict spell to ward off curses or shifty matters that can harm MC." He scrutinizes at Soloman, the man himself staring back with a raised brow as if really? "Theres no way something snuck past it's defenses long enough to get to MC. I'd be able to tell."
"You'd probably would have, but this...force. It's unworldly." Soloman's fingers play at his chin, " I've been looking all over Devildom but as soon as I wandered towards this house, I felt something overwhelming. Especially around where MC's room resides." His eyes flick up, stern and a 'I know what I'm talking about' tone dosed in them.
"Something, or rather someone, took MC and threw them into the past. Your past, right after the Celestial War if I have my readings right." He gets out as Mammon shifts beside him.
Just..after the Celestial War? Wait...Oh shit-
Mammon's head shoots to Lucifer, "That means-"
Lucifer already knows, "MC is possibly with our past selves."
As if that sentence alone can strike the biggest blow on the brothers, then next one is the killer. Levi can barely breathe, same for his brothers- Asmo's nails unintentially dig into his shoulder but he could care less- as Soloman shakes his head. "They are with your past selves."
Things calm down, a meeting is made with Diavolo and the rest of their searching group, and it's decided ironically that the Sorceror himself will go. As much as they don't want to, most agree he's the best candidate. Simon and Luke are already a big no. Angels randomly staying in devildom for a long, undisclosed time? Following around whatever MC is covering as? It would be a sore thumb, obviously fishy. Nevermind if they could protect MC or not.
Yeah Luke pouted big time on that one, but after a hug from Beel, he calmed down some. Now he's just holding onto his jacket as the others discuss ideas in front of the two.
Most, like Diavolo, Raphael, Mephistopheles, as well as Thirteen all have jobs to attend to, some especially in need to keep stable for the sake of Devildom or the Celestial Realm. Barbatos would have gone, the idea given by Diavolo, if not for his counter of the other Barbatos able to sense him right away if he came to MC's aid.
Similar reasons for the brothers, as much as they detest it. It would not be good for anyone involved if any of the brothers were to be seen by their other selves. More trouble than needed just to rescue MC from a certainly unusual but equally terrifying fate.
Soloman's past self was never around much in the beginning anyway, so the chances of meeting him are much, much slimmer. Besides, Soloman is crafty, calculating in his every move, and cares well enough for MC as the rest to put their safety as first priority. So, yeah, they can trust him enough.
"Better bring them back in one piece, Sorcerer, otherwise I'll have that soul faster than you can breathe anything coherent." A light threat from Thirteen, eyes as slit as a cat's, her fingers drumming on her hips.
Light castaways from Soloman's hand, he smiles as he starts the spell by Barbatos's help. "Like I'd do anything else."
Lucifer's eyes narrow, "Of course." It comes right off as sarcastic.
With that, and a few additional words from the future King asking for both him and MC to come back safe, Soloman is off. Disappearing into a flash of light, leaving no trace like he was never there.
Bonus---
The next few weeks are....tense to say the least.
Each of the brothers had mixed feelings on the whole thing as whole.
Lucifer sticks to his usual routine. Keeping his brothers safe and in line, helping in Diavolo's plans for the school, and all around just trying to douse the flames of chaos from MC's unexpected disappearance. He shows as fine and stern as usual Lucifer goes by, but the very few, Mammon and Diavolo mainly, know it's merely a front the majority of the time. His days feel longer, colder, while his nights are double. Every night before bed, he stalks the House of Lamentation, checking on each and every one of it's inhabitants, and as he rears to MC's room, it's uncanny vibe of no owner, back to the way it was before they dropped into Devildom, he sees no one but the usual, sleeping face of one or multiple of his brothers. The only sight that warms his silent yearning. Even if for just the night.
In the daytime however, people can tell theres a new...edge to him now. Working together with Diavolo and Barbatos, the two help Lucifer without question on finding who the hell decided to send the human they all have inclination towards. MC help bring Lucifer and his brothers back together, MC has gone above and beyond for a program Diavolo honestly some little doubts about himself and washed them away even after being dropped in unexpectedly. And for Barbatos, the two themselves aren't sure, but they can tell it's not just because it's his duty as his Master's right hand man to help out with. So they search, and while Lucifer usually has doubts on his brothers' help on any matter that could affect the standing of the program, for once he doesn't hold their leashes and hopes they do as they please. They will find the miserable pest, he's sure of it.
The Mammon outside the House of Lamentation is scarily different from the one inside. The outside one is loud, money-grubbing, and just as troublemaking as he always is. Gambling and dealing with witches as he always has, the Avatar of Greed shows no difference despite the obvious missing human every student and teacher of RAD occasionally sees attached at his side. No whispering at the back of class, no loud shouts of nonsense at the lunch table they claimed as their own, no equal calls of their name as one tries to catch up with the other in the halls afterschool. Not even at the clubs, the missing human who'd usually be on his lap or at his side as he gambles away with a spikey grin. Nor dancing along with him as he would twirl or be twirled despite his flustered acts. Its like MC never existed and he's as what he once was. Yet, if people looked close enough, they'd see something shifting in his much more observant eyes, taking in his surroundings more often with a pitch of rage that hides behind his blues. He's still searching, still trying to find the lowly fucker who thought taking his greatest treasure was the best fucking plan in the world. They are sure to show soon, he damn well knows it.
As his daytime is a mock show of indifference, the house is quiet and chaotic in the not so fun ways. He tries to keep his brothers together, but all of them can see he's close to loosing it at times. No one teases, or judges, or even glances twice as they watch him go to the human's room instead of his for bed. Curled in their blankets or simply leaning on the headboard, eyes not as bright and blue as they should be. No one likes a quiet Mammon, but no one knows what to do either, so they let the older brother do as he will.
Leviathan..oh man. He's gotten better since the first few weeks of hell for them, but he's not his usual self either. He clings more to his room like usual, watching MC's favorite animes they've clicked to on their nights of choosing, suddenly getting reasons why they've enjoyed some of them. Most have happy endings. Most end with characters having either fond or bright smiles stretched across each of their faces. He can't watch the best friend scenes though sometimes, it hurts too much and makes him hug the stuffed snake squish-mellow they gave him. On the opposite end of the silent sobs into said pillow or staring into nothing with such vacant eyes as tears stream down his cheeks, making them look red and irritated at breakfast in the morning- which he barely comes to anymore, Mammon has to drop off his plate- The Grand Admiral of Hell is at play. Using his known skills as a strategist, he expands the search for the one that brought this hell upon him and his family. Interrogations, warnings towards suspects he has on a special list of powerful people, the true show of a snake ready to strike at every ready moment and everything around it can be a target. And if anyone questions, "Why do this all for a human anyway?" He always has a good answer, people would just simply need to drown for him to let it be known. Because they're his and his brothers' human.
If people think Lucifer is terrifying, just wait till you see his wrath, or well the person who was born from it anyway. Satan may have a charming smile, a easy flow of his words, a spark to his eyes that can make even the strongest swoon. Yet it's his greatest tool as he looks for the person responsible. Similar to Mammon, he's just less loud. He goes through each and every connection, spanning their connections and slinking through them all. And if any show signs of deception or as if they have something to share, he's lucky to finally use Lucifer's basement key at last. While most of his nights, some leading into the day, he's cool amongst his brothers. Possibly the most composed looking of them all besides Lucifer. Sure he talks a little less, his words may come off short or a bit tense here and there. But his cool facade is well put together. He actually helps Lucifer with the student council stuff, or at least lays off him to make it easier. MC was able to help mend their relationship into something better, something that makes him secretly enjoy Lucifer as an older brother as much as he'd deny it. Yeah they aren't the bestest of friends or brothers, and their relationship shift is still new, shaky, but it's better than it's ever been. And he won't use this as an opportunity to break it, no. MC trusts him to be smart and do the right thing, and he will. He just hopes his past self will have enough sense to listen to them, cause if he remembers his past correctly, the beginning of his life..He knows they are in a world of new challenges with that version of him alone. He just has to trust them like they do him, until they meet again. And they will if he has any words to say about it.
Asmo...he's..ok. He's used to putting on masks, putting up a pretty face and smiling to whoever wants it. But if anyone knows Asmo, the real one, he's a fucking mess. He goes to parties and night clubs, giggling and laughing with his fellow demons, but when he's alone. Sitting in the cold area him and MC usually occupy on their late night escapades together, he's silent, tapping the rim of his drink with a bored and colorless expression. A few of his friends stop every now and then and he throws up a smile and sweet rings of "Darling" or "Dear" left and right. But he tends to leave earlier than he usually does, ignoring the small pleas of his friends asking him to mingle longer. He merely says things like, "My dear big brother Lucifer might track me down if I don't." or "My human needs their favorite demon, but don't worry, I'll see you all later <3!" and as soon as the music leaves his ears, the doors slamming shut behind him, he's back to a world of greys instead of pink and flowery. There's admittedly a few nights Lucifer has actually had to track him down, finding him drunk off his ass in the corner of clubs, a wide smile despite the obvious ruins of his mascara greeting his older brother with such fake enthusiasm that has Lucifer frowning knowingly. Those nights he ends up either curled up on his big brother's bed, an easy way for Lucifer to keep an eye on him or tucked into his own sheets as he watches Lucifer grab the pain killers and cup of water from Mammon's hands before burying his heated face into the pillow MC's borrows on their sleepovers. Depends on how wasted he is honestly. It's one of the reasons why Mammon's keeping a bigger eye on him especially. Leaving with him to the clubs or shops he wants despite also wanting to work his charm in the search for the culprit. Which, despite his insistence, all his older brothers tell him to let them handle it. Sure, he has ways to help, but who knows what the person is capable of. So he reluctantly agrees. Somewhat. He's looking himself. Any person who isn't MC, his brothers, or their inner circle of friends is a suspect and Asmo is more than a pretty face afterall. He just has to use his charm a little here and there, he's sure, and the person will drop to their knees quick enough for him to find them. If not, he's always got his claws nails as backup. He's always enjoyed red as a nice shade <3.
Good news, Beel isn't as hungry as before. Bad news, he's not eating as much as he really should. It took about a week and a half to notice, but the moment Mammon set down the plate infront of Beel, and he looks at it and goes "I'm not hungry." is when everyone got concerned. Like. Terrified. He feels some bit of hunger, yes, but eating anything, all when MC could be going through hell with their past versions (especially the version of him who didn't have as much of a leash on his hunger as he does now) it makes any bit of hunger go away instantly at the thought of MC in trouble. At the thought that someone or he could be...Just the idea makes him want to vomit. His brothers, pointingly Belphie and Mammon, all try to get him to eat and while he does some, it's not nearly as much as he used to. Satan leaves him extra snacks while passing by him after his bookstore run, Leviathan drags him to movie nights, suddenly having a near buffet style snack pile in the middle of the two. One that Leviathan barely touches but Beel is too focused on the story to notice honestly. Asmo doesn't seem to do too much, but he certainly has taken up doing more baking around the kitchen, always texting Beel first who 50/100 feels conflicted on agreeing or not. Lucifer has once threatened to chain him to the table until he eats but relents when Beel just stares down at the plate before glancing to the vacant seat at his side. Eyes holding an internal battle inside. Belphie, to Beel's surprise, dragged a whole ass bag of mid-night treats to their room, and set it on his dresser. Telling him point blank, MC wouldn't want him, especially him of all people, to starve himself. Besides, how will he protect MC when they're back if he's too weak from low nourishment? While Belphie hates poking at the protective side of Beel, the side that has always put his twin in the most complicated feelings/situations, it's the side that wins over and makes him grab one of his favorite treats. Sure, he may not be scrounging the low lives of Devildom, or sending fleets of his contacts from all around in search of the culplit, but he's making damn sure the moment they find him, they'll wish they never looked in their human's direction ever. And that's the only thing besides the support from his patched together again family that helps him through the colder nights. And the cheeseburger pillow MC gave him that he holds tight to his chest every night.
Belphies....not the best. Not Asmo not best or Mammon, but, let's just say Lucifer is getting flashbacks to when he threatened to end an entire species in mourning of his sister. Yeah, that not best. The things that cicles through the youngest's head is unrelenting words he used to spout constantly when he first came to devildom, his unrelenting grief over loosing his sister and times in the Celestial Realm, and above all, his absolute hate for humankind. The way he was before was nothing like Satan, no, but he defiantly was nowhere near a ray of sunshine either. I mean, he isn't now half the time, but at least he has more common sense and pushed past all the negative hate to see that humans weren't the reason his sister was gone. They may have been a factor in the catalyst, but they were nowhere near at fault. Hell, one just loved his sister without even knowing she was an angel to begin with. And she loved him back, and while Belphie (Despite his own simple love for humans) couldn't understand the type of love she shared with the mortal. Now, he does. Now he's willing to do whatever it takes to get that unexpected human back, no he's willing to act like a sleepy Avatar of Sloth during the day, and stalks the dreams of the sleeping at night. As he checks his brothers dream, lately nightmares he tries to soothes silently with dreams of similar times, as he watches over his twins and bats away every bad thought or image that strikes his way, he's searching and planning. He conjures every dark nightmare he can, every fear, every gut retching image that could make even the Demon King himself wince in disgust. And as for MC themselves, they cloud his mind every waking moment he has allowed to think to himself. He's seen first-hand that it'll take more than just claws and teeth to take that human down for good, and as much as it makes his own gut clench with disgust and self-loathing at himself, enough to sound like Levi's twin instead, he just uses it as reassurance that whatever his past self throws at them, they can handle it. And if not, surely his brothers will for them.
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TW??: Mentions of cutting, Self-harm
Okay, so, this is kind of just for myself, but here's how I think the COTC characters would react to seeing someone close to them (you) harming themselves!
Isaac
Isaac would stare at you for a moment, probably in shock you would do this to yourself. I mean, why? And even then, he thought you would trust him with your issues. At first he may seem mad, but really, it's just to conceal the fact he's actually scared shitless he may be the reason for your self-harming. He would try to comfort you, although not being very good at it, and would most likely just bandage your cuts. He then prays to He who walks behind the rows to grant you good luck and give you happiness and motivation.
Malachai
Malachi wouldn't even try to hide his worry. He would slowly walk up to you, grab your wrists, and examine the cuts, trying to see how deep they are, how stretched out, all that. He would be frustrated, but not because of you, rather, because he wasn't there to prevent it. He would then, rather quickly as to stop any bleeding, bandage your cuts, applying some but not too much pressure. He would also try and get you to open up to him a bit, so he could attempt to comfort you.
Eli
The horror on this boy's face would speak volumes. He would panic, running up to you and asking you if you needed anything as he scrambled for bandages to try and patch you up. He's also extremely sad, why didn't you tell him you were struggling? Didn't you trust him? After reassuring him you were just scared, he would still be horrified, but would try to comfort you by cuddling with you. Oh, and he would definitely pray to he who walks behind the rows to make you feel better.
Joshua
He's a bit more calm. Despite being worried for your well-being, he would try to approach you gently and softly, careful not to make any sudden movements. While bandaging you, he would ask you questions like "why didn't you tell me?" "Do you wanna talk about it?" and "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" He doesn't want to see you on your own, struggling, so he would try his best to be helpful and provide you with a safe space to vent.
Micah
Very concerned. His eyes would keep glancing from your face, to the place you hurt yourself, and to the blade/whatever you used to cut yourself. With shaky breaths, he would slowly walk up to you and take the blade away, his hands trembling like a leaf in a tornado. He would stay still for a moment before wrapping you in a tight hug, sobbing and begging you not to harm yourself again, he doesn't want to see you hurt...He wants to see you happy. After some crying and lots of hugs, you would bandage your cuts together and then just continue snuggling and sobbing.
Abel
He would be confused at first. What are you doing? Why are you dragging that blade across your skin? You know that can harm you, right? However, after explaining what and why you were doing what you were doing, Abel would just...freeze. He would stare at you, wide eyed, almost seeming disturbed, before he would slowly slap the blade away. He would be angry and sad. Angry that you were hurting yourself, sad for the same reason. He would silently bandage you up, and then lay on your lap and let you pet him to calm down as you just vented out your feelings while crying.
Danny
Danny would act very sympathetic. Seeing as his relationship with his dad probably wasn't the best, he too, at some point, harmed himself, so he could understand your struggle, even if only a little. Having experience from bandaging himself, he would bandage your wounds slowly and cautiously while you could just vent and ramble to him, whatever would calm you down. Afterwards, the two of you would probably do some kind of fun activity to distract you, or just nap together, whatever passes time the fastest and whatever you want at the moment.
I don't know if this is accurate, but...I feel like it would be, but I could be incorrect
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lefaystrent · 2 days
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Plot Bunnies
Fandom: Thomas Sanders, Sanders Sides
Pairings: None
Warnings: Imaginary animal death
Summary: There's too many of them.
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Roman lunged out of his bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him. His arms stretched wide across it, forming a human barrier. His eyes darted wildly from side to side, chest heaving, clothes in disarray.
Logan paused in his jaunt through the hallway. "What are you-"
Something slammed against the door from the other side. Then again, the force of it jarring Roman as he desperately held the line.
"It's the plot bunnies!" Roman yelled. "There's too many of them! I can't hold them back!"
"Plot bunnies? What sort of rabbit is a plot?" Logan asked.
Appearing beside him eating a sandwich, Virgil answered, "It's slang, L. It means Sir Doofus here has too many story ideas in the old noggin'."
"Excuse me! I am not old!"
"Seriously? That's what you got out of that?"
Logan ignored their bickering. "Ah, I see. Your creative inspirations have exceeded your ability to efficiently process. Therefore, they have manifested in corporeal form."
Another slam came from behind the door and Roman's body jostled with it. He winced. "It's not my fault I'm so amazing!"
"Thomas has been rather motivated as of late," Logan agreed by not agreeing at all. He pulled out a notebook and pen. "Do you think they would allow me to ask questions?"
Virgil looked bug-eyed over Logan's body, both front and back. "Where did you pull those from?"
"If you want to go in there, be my guest!" Roman said. "The pen is mightier than the sword, after all."
"Quite. Well, if I may then?"
Roman and Logan stood by the door, waited long enough in between the impacts, and then Roman quickly yanked the door open enough for the other to slip in. Immediately after, Roman slammed the door shut.
"So... bunnies can't kill people, right?" Virgil asked conversationally.
"I don't hear screaming. Also we can't die, Virgil. You know this."
"It doesn't stop the fear."
"Logan took a shurikan to the head and lived. If any of us can survive killer rabbits, it's Isaac Nerdton."
"Do the rabbits have weapons or would they just gnaw you to death?"
"Virgil, you're spiraling."
"Right, sorry."
It was about this time that Logan barreled back through in a flurry of paper scraps. His clothes hung in tatters. Roman barred the door again and demanded, "Good God man, what happened in there?"
"They've formed a union," Logan said weakly.
Virgil ran a hand down his face and blew out a gust of breath. "Yeah, I'm gonna go get Remus for this one."
Even Roman couldn't argue. Sometimes violence was the answer.
Logan stood there frozen, watching Virgil walk away.
"You okay there, Specs?" Roman asked in concern. Logan didn't often go quiet.
"No. I most decidedly am not."
"Good, just as long as we're on the same page."
They stood in silence. Or rather, they stopped talking and listened to the bangs of dozens of rabbits throwing their ravenous bodies against the door.
They heard him before they saw him.
"HEEEEEEREEEEEE'S JHOOOONNYYYYY!"
Remus sonic-ran down the hallway wielding a battle axe. His eyes were alight with murder and his lips stretched back in a too-wide grin.
As if they had planned it together, Roman opened the door at the exact moment Remus needed to sprint into the room without slowing down. Then he slammed it closed once more.
Virgil walked back at a more sedate pace. He joined the others as they stood outside the door and listened to the sounds of manical cackling paired with rabbit squeals and ominous squelching.
"We never speak of this to Patton," Virgil said.
"Agreed," they both replied.
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bell-of-indecision · 9 days
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rumor has it that if you ask me about porus 2017 I will vibrate at the speed of light and then combust out of sheer anger
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youngpettyqueen · 4 months
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I wish Julian and Martok would interact more cause I think they could have the funniest possible dynamic. they spent 5 weeks together in a Jem'Hadar prison I just know they have a friendship that looks fucking INSANE from the outside looking in
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my wittle pookie wookie bear
pairing: felix x reader
genre: angst? (happy ending) or maybe hurt/comfort?
word count: ~900
warnings: crying. i think that’s literally it.
an: this is a repost from my recently deceased blog hyunjins-orange-slice. may she rest in peace.
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You watched the video again. He was laughing, while she was draped on his arm, smiling up at him. It was just a short clip, but he looked so happy with her. You didn’t even know who she was, but some stays online were wondering if she was in someway important to him romantically. No one knew about you. No one knew that he had a secret relationship and that’s the way you both wanted it. You didn’t think you could handle the backlash of being with him. Stays would never approve of you. The internet would tear you apart. They would never think you were good enough for him, and you had to agree. You pressed play on the video one more time, tears filling your eyes. You tossed your phone to the farthest corner of the bed, you needed it away from you, needed them away from you. You put your head in your hands and cried softly. You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that before you heard the door unlock.
"Baby, im home." Felix called from the entryway.
You could hear him hang his keys on the hook and take his shoes off. He went to the living room first, looking for you. When you weren’t there, you heard him head down the hall toward the bedroom. He softly opened the door.
"There you are angel." He said, smiling.
You looked up at him and your heart broke at his beauty. Of course you weren’t good enough for him, just look at him. He took in your puffy face, and tear stained cheeks before saying "love, what’s wrong?"
love
You scoffed. He didn’t love you. How could he?
"Why don’t you just leave me?" You asked. "You’d be happier with her, so why don’t you just go already?"
He was taken aback. "I’m.. sorry? What are you talking about?"
"Just leave, felix!" You yelled. "Leave." You choked on a sob and turned away from him. He reached for you, but you shrugged off his touch, unable to handle it at this point.
"Baby, where is this coming from? I’m not leaving you."
You sobbed harder into your pillow, breaths ragged and painful.
“angel..” he whispered, his heart shattering at the sound of your sobs, not knowing what was wrong or how to help you. he reached for you again and you let him. he crawled onto the bed and pulled your body flush against his. he could feel you trembling. he kissed your shoulder, rubbing his hands up and down your arms, trying his best to soothe you. “love.. talk to me.”
“don’t call me that.” you mumbled into your pillow.
“don’t call you what? love?” you nodded. “but that’s what you are. you’re my love. my everything. my only reason for everything that i do. you’re my life.”
you wiped at your tears, turning to face him. you looked up at his concerned face. seeing him through your bloodshot, watery eyes- he was a little blurry around the edges.
“would you rather me call you oxygen?” he asked. “you’re my reason for breathing. but it doesn’t have the same ring to it.”
he wiped some stray tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. “would you rather me call you pookie?” he chuckled a little. your lips turned up slightly at the corners. “my wittle pookie wookie bear.” he said in his most obnoxious baby voice, pinching your cheeks. you laughed at that.
“you’re crazy.” you said, voice still weak and watery.
he leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead. “only crazy for you,” he said against your skin before leaning back and adding “pookie.”
you rolled your eyes at him, sniffling. he rolled over to his bedside table and grabbed a tissue. handing it to you he asks, “you want to tell me what’s wrong?”
“i saw a video online of you with a girl..” you told him. “you both looked so happy. and all the stays think that she’s your secret girlfriend or something and it got to me..”
“but angel, you’re my secret girlfriend.” he chuckled, brushing some hair out of your face and behind your ear. “and i promise you, you’re the only secret girlfriend or real girlfriend or imaginary girlfriend that i have. you’re it.”
“but i don’t deserve that.. im not good enough to be your girlfriend.” you admit.
“says who?”
you shrug. “all of the internet would say that if they knew about us.”
“the internet knows nothing about you. even if they knew we were dating, they don’t know the real you. they don’t even know the real me.” he tilts your chin up to look at him. his eyes are so beautiful, but a little glassy, he had gotten a little emotional while you were crying. “the only opinion that should matter to you is mine. and i love you with all of my heart. all of my soul. my entire being is just love for you. you are more than enough for me. too good for me in fact. how did i ever get so lucky?”
“really?” you ask, fresh tears brimming your waterline, but for an entirely different reason.
he leans in and kisses you gently. “i promise.” he says against your lips.
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camellcat · 2 months
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WTFFF I thought thirteen would be my new girl crush love of my life heart eyes wife you-came-after-twelve-you-must-be-better-than-they're-all-saying bbygirl and then I had to sit down and watch as she told a man who (if he were not a murderer, of course) literally every regeneration before her would've LOVED and FULLY SUPPORTED that "the systems aren't the problem. how people use and exploit the system, that's the problem. people like you" </33333 !?!?
#WHERE IS THAT POST THAT SAID NINE WOULD KILL THIRTEEN FOR BEING A CLASS TRAITOR#WHY WOULD YOU SAY “ERODE PEOPLE'S TRUST IN AUTOMATION” ALL WORRIED AND CONCERNED LIKE THAT???#WHEN DID YOU START LIKING AUTOMATION OVER PEOPLE THINKING AND DOING THINGS FOR THEMSELVES???#AND WHY ARE YOU TRAVELING WITH A COPPER??? WE HATE COPPERS??????#did we FORGET into the dalek?? how about how he treated danny?? god there's so much more I can't even remember off the top of my head#(I understand soldiers are different from cops but c'mon don't even PRETEND twelve would've been any nicer if blue or danny were just COPS)#also a bit off topic bUT MAY I JUST TALK ABOUT ARACHNIDS IN THE UK FOR HALF A GODAMNED SECOND—#I know the companions are usually the ones to do the doctor's dirty work here but like#I just can't see the other doctors NOT having the business man lure the spider for being so fuckin annoying about it#like I was genuinely surprised when they had him do that whole song and dance about not doing it and then he actually just. didn't do it#the doctor LOVES fucking with evil rich business men this is PERFECT. plus why not get back at him for being awful to their companions?#absolutely gobsmacked thirteen let him act like that. I am wrong in thinking that the others would've shut his shit down a LOT quicker??#anyways. I love jodie whittaker and it's just so upsetting to have her doctor do something so wildly off#THIRTEEN PLEASE I HAD SUCH FAITH IN YOUUU I WAS IGNORING THE HATERS AND FOR WHAT#I can SEE the other doctors in her still I can FEEL them they're there she's doing an AMAZING job but. oh my god. what did they make her do#I can't even say she feels ooc as a whole because jodie is bloody brilliant. it's just these... moments. that don't make ANY sense to me...#especially coming off of twelve?? I get the radical personality switch but that belief is a core part of the doctor. or at least I THOUGHT#thirteenth doctor#doctor who#I still love all of you who love her and reading ur posts/fics but I. will not be making any myself. I do not think.
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heroesriseandfall · 1 year
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For all Bruce’s flaws, in the comics it took him about 2 seconds to realize something was up with Tim’s parents. You could say this is part of Bruce’s parenting that is slightly better in canon than fanon, but it’s also maybe just because 13 year old Tim in comics didn’t have as much brain-to-mouth filter as fanon Tim seems to, so he told on his parents as soon as Bruce & Alfred asked about them. There is no dodging questions to keep his parents out of trouble, he just says concerning stuff and expects no one to do anything about it I guess.
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