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hpimaginesandblurbs · 3 years

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hey bestie! i just read all of your fanfics and im in love with your writing. no pressure, but I was wondering if you could do a dom!draco fanfic where he makes the reading cum just by dirty talk. i dont have much in mind for the plot, so it up to you how you what to do it! again, it's completely understandable if you can't. ILY <3

mixed with this request: draco with innocence kink

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

word count: 2.5k

warning(s): 18+, oral (male receiving), a lot of dirty talk, mentions of oral (female receiving), mentions of sex, mentions of fingering, voice kink, innocence kink

a/n: if you read something almost the same as this word for word in another fandom, it's mine lol. i had written for this same prompt in another fandom and basically just switched it to draco. kudos to you if you can find it.

“C’mere, darling. We’re going to try something new,” Draco explained, coaxing you over to the edge of the bed. You stood in between his legs, patiently waiting for him to explain further. “You know how I use my mouth on your cute little cunt?” He asked patiently. You immediately blushed and squirmed at the thought, but nodded dutifully. He smirked at you before continuing. “How about we try it the other way around? How does sucking my cock sound?”

Your breath hitched in your throat at the thought. You had never done that and Draco knew that well. And despite him giving you an obvious out if you weren’t ready, you couldn’t help but feel intrigued by it. You had heard other girls talking about doing the same to their boyfriends and logistically you knew what to do, but it was still a daunting idea. Despite your own fears, you felt yourself nodding in agreement.

“Kneel,” was all he said, a direct command you were all too good at following when they came from his mouth. “Fuck you look so good on your knees. I’ve wanted you there for too long, you have no idea,” he mused, slowly and gently brushing your hair out of your face.

You waited patiently as he moved to pull his trousers down, his cock quick to snap up from under its confines and practically smack against his stomach. You stayed still on your knees, but your entire focus was on his angry, red, leaking cock. You knew he would want you to wait, but it took all of your concentration not to pounce out of sheer curiosity.

You could feel yourself beginning to soak your own pants, watching him as his hand trailed up and down his cock a few times, using his thumb to run across his slit and trail his precum over his tip. Your mouth was watering and your clit was throbbing, your willpower about to snap as you watched him greedily.

“Do you want this darling? Because I know it’s what I want,” he asked teasingly, knowing your answer before he even asked it. He could see the hunger in your eyes, the way your eyes were unable to move from where his hand met his cock, tracking his every movement. Your body was struggling to stay in place, but you were still a little too far away to reach, an unintentional placement from Draco, but so worth it in order to watch you squirm. You quickly nodded, not even looking up at his face. He let out a chuckle, but gave in, having enough of his own self teasing before he gave a little “C’mere.”

You quickly shuffled forward on your knees and placed your hands against his thighs for balancing before taking the tip into his mouth and gently sucking on it, using your tongue to lap up all the precum.

“Fuck,” Draco gasped out, forcing his hips to stay down on the bed. He wanted you to try for yourself before he took over. “Just like that, baby. You’re so fucking good with that wet little mouth of yours,” he continued, combing a hand through your hair.

You hummed in response and continued to lick and suck your way down his shaft until his tip pushing was up against the back of your throat. The moans he was letting out above you sounded heavenly, the hand in your hair keeping you grounded, but the words he was saying, oh. The absolute filth that was rolling off of his tongue was causing a fire inside of your body, lighting it up from the crimson flush against your cheeks all the way down to your dripping core.

“You look so good between my legs, doll. Fuck, I think you just belong there sometimes. Belong on your knees for your me, being so fucking good for me,” Draco spilled out, unable to hold back any thoughts because his focus was solely on you. You hummed back a response, unwilling to take her mouth off of him for even a second.

“Oh, you like that, huh? You love being a good little slut for me, don’t you?” Draco asked, his tone and the hunger in his eyes practically feral when you risked a glance up at him. His entire presence was overwhelming and so, so good. But also entirely too much, so you couldn’t help but close your eyes again.

“Uh uh, eyes on me little one. I know it’s a lot but you’re doing so good for me. My perfect girl,” he said, a little gentler but the hunger was still loud and clear in his voice. He was going to ravish you with his words alone. You had no other option but to open your eyes again, taking a deep breath and making eye contact with him. You shivered just looking at him, using one hand to keep his cock steady in your mouth, but you didn’t break eye contact. “Fuck, look at you. You’re so fucked out already and you only have your mouth on me. I was just looking for you to suck me off but I got a perfect fucking princess between my legs now,” Draco told you, almost absently as he brushed your hair out of your face and tried to focus on his breathing.

At his words, you realized how far you had slipped down. Your head was floating and his words sounded further away than they had a few minutes ago. His hand on your head was helping, but you were slipping fast and getting far too content with kitten licks and gentle sucks. You knew that possibly couldn’t be enough for him.

You looked up at him, your eyes pleading with him to take over. Your body was wound up tight, tighter than normal and you just wanted to feel his dominance rush through you. He seemed to get the hint, because a grin formed on his face that almost looked malicious.

Gently, he pulled you off of his cock and held your chin in his hand. “What do you want, darling? Use your words like a good girl,” he commanded softly.

“I want - I want you to take over,” you said softly, your voice already wrecked from the small amount of work you had been putting in.

“You want me to fuck you face, pretty girl?” He asked, clarifying even though he already knew the answer. All you gave him back was a nod, your face growing impossibly redder before opening your mouth, offering yourself to him fully. He groaned at the action coming from his innocent girlfriend and gripped the base of his cock so he didn’t cum on sight, and finally stood up in front of you.

He fed you his cock slowly, making sure the both of you were more than comfortable, until he was finally pushing up against your throat. He held you there for a moment, waiting for the struggle. He was about to massively enjoy forcing you to submit.

It took a moment, but you began to pull away, your hands pressing on his thighs to push him back. But he held you there and waited for you to settle back down. “You’re doing so good. Settle down. Give in. You’re gonna be a messy little slut for me and that’s all you have to think about right now, okay?” Draco said, focusing intently on you although you could feel the way your throat was beginning to constrict around him.

You let out a whine, muffled by the thick cock in your mouth, and you looked up at him with a plea in your eyes and tears threatening to spill. He gave you one hard gaze and you immediately settled, your throat going lax around him and he finally pulled out. You sucked in a shaky breath, working through the urge to gag, but you were quick to offer up your mouth again.

“Oh, fuck. You’re gonna make me cum so fast. So perfect,” he said, pushing his cock back in and gently rocking it back and forth on your tongue. “Are you wet for me baby? I can see you clenching your things. Keep your hands on me and maybe I’ll be nice to you, darling. Want me to return the favour? Maybe I’ll lick you open real slow, have you squirm on my tongue for a while and take you apart like that. Maybe I’ll tie you up and you’ll get my fingers for a while. Edge you and destroy you. How’s that sound?” He asked roughly, the closer he got to his release the more he talked and talked.

You looked up at him and whined again, knowing he could see your thighs trembling beneath you, clenching together so tightly they were tense and rippling. The tears began to spill and your whole body was trembling. You weren’t exactly sure what was going on, but you were growing increasingly blissed out and almost, well, close to the edge yourself. But that was impossible to cum from nothing more than his cock in your mouth and his filthy words.

“Which one did you like more, darling? My tongue or my fingers? Or do you just want me to fuck you until you can’t move? ‘Cause you’re being so good for me you deserve a special treat. Whatever you want,” he told you earnestly, unable to hold himself back from giving you whatever you wanted, as per usual.

You nodded the best she could around his cock, unsure which of the options you were even agreeing to, but you weren’t sure it mattered anyways. You were so tense, your entire body shaking. Your only support were your hands on Draco’s strong thighs, one of his hands in your hair, and your knees firmly planted on the carpet below you. Otherwise, your entire body was a storm of tension and bliss. You could feel the coil in her stomach beginning to tighten firmly. All you could do was clench your thighs to help ease the shocks of arousal flooding to your core every time Draco spoke.

Draco’s thrusts were getting sloppy in your mouth, no clear rhythm to the way he was thrusting his hips. You fluttered your eyes up to his face and saw just how close he was. His brows were furrowed, his eyes were dark with lust, his lips parted in awe as he looked down at where your lips met the base of his cock.

Just looking at him sent a rush of arousal through you, forcing your legs to clench again.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum all down your throat. That what you want, darling? I’ll give you a little taste too. I know how much my slutty girl would love a taste,” Draco rambled, creeping closer and closer to his own release.

You let out a whine and tried to pull back, showing Draco just how much you wanted to taste him, but he pushed you back down so his cock was lodged back in your throat. Your throat pulsed around him, holding back a gag that wanted to creep out.

“Eyes on me,” Draco said, his voice raspy and low. You hadn’t even realized you shut your eyes again, too focused on keeping your body from shaking furiously. You opened your eyes and met the grey ones staring down at you and your body fell apart.

You shook maddeningly, your core pulsing around nothing as wave after wave of pleasure swept through you. Your body jolted on the floor, unable to control it anymore. Cries of release forced their way out of your throat and around his cock, but your eyes never shut. Your vision narrowed down to Draco, just him and this moment. He was so large above you, so dominant and demanding. He stopped his thrusting as you worked through your release, looking down at you in awe.

“Did you just- did you just cum?” He asked, his voice showing just how clearly surprised he was.

You turned red. No way did you just cum from sucking his cock and a few dirty words. Well, not a few. But that was exactly what had happened.

You slowly nodded around his cock, before sucking him back down before he had a chance to say anything else about it. You were experiencing the same level of shock he was. And were you a little embarrassed that you came just from that? A little bit.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen you do. Fuck. You drive me fucking insane,” he said with a groan and within two more swipes of your tongue, he was spilling in your mouth.

You refused to take your eyes off of him, still just as aroused as you were before, your own release giving no sense of relief. You continued to suck and lick until every last drop was in your mouth. You pulled off and swallowed everything down, not taking your eyes off of Draco which only resulted in a moan of appreciation from him.

It took him a minute, but once Draco’s breath was under control, he sat back down on the bed and hauled you up so you were straddling his lap.

“That was- did you know you could even do that?” Draco asked, still clearly shocked by the events that had played out.

You tucked her head into his neck but shook your head so he could feel it. “No, but I- I’m still- Draco,” you whined, grinding yourself down onto his thigh.

“You still want more, my greedy girl?” He asked with a small chuckle.

You whined your agreement, not even caring how annoying that may be, but you needed more. Your futile release left you with nothing but a frenzy that you couldn’t control.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get plenty more, darling. But before we do that, what set you off? I didn’t even know that was possible. You weren’t even touching yourself,” Draco asked, his tone a little bit more serious than before, but the teasing tone lingered. He knew you hated talking about this kind of stuff in the moment, when you were still vulnerable and your head was cloudy.

You blushed scarlet again, and you were so thankful your face was hidden. Even more thankful that he was allowing you to stay hidden.

“Um, the way you, um, talked to me,” you said, trying to sound non-committed but they both knew you were telling the truth.

Draco couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. “Guess my big mouth is good for something after all,” he teased.

You made a small noise of agreement but continued to grind yourself down on Draco’s thigh, no longer caring. You just wanted a proper release.

“I know, I know,” Draco said, his voice full of fake pity, still clearly smug from what had just happened. “Lay down for me, darling. You’re in for a long night.”

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taegularities · 3 years

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changes in between (teaser) | jjk (m)

Summary: “Does that mean that I can kiss you now?”

Becoming the roommate of Jeon Jungkook suddenly is the biggest change you’ve ever gotten thrown into - but little do you know that the addition of another man will bring even further turbulence into your (love) life.

PUBLISHING DATE: July 10th, 8pm EST

pairing: Jungkook x reader (+ some Taehyung x reader)

rating: 18+

genre: roommate au, s2f2l; some crack, fluff, angst, smut

warnings (for the fic): pining, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, fear of the dark; explicit sexual content: multiple smutty scenes (one’s milder and with tae), slight exhibitionism lol you’ll see, soft dom!jk, big dick!jk, fingering, oral (f. & m receiving), handjob on the side, breast play, jungkook sucks some tiddies, some masturbation, dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), voice kink lol, praising, biting, soft manhandling, soft sex and rough sex, multiple orgasms, some aftercare; jealous jk :( ... jealous tae :(

wc for the teaser: 631 (around 25k for the full fic, sorry not sorry)

a/n: hi !! i was contemplating on whether i should post a teaser or not :’) but i gave in at last lmao; v excited to share this fic soon !! love my @taemaknae baby for the idea & banner :( further mentions when i post the full thing hehe <3

CONTEXT FOR THE TEASER: blackout night & poor jk comes to oc bcos he’s scared of the dark :( <3

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MASTERLIST | WIPs

“I’m fine. But you seem to be in a cuddly mood.”

“Mmmh,” you hum, flashing a grin in his direction as you raise an eyebrow, “What if I said I am?”

Yes - you flirt all the time. Even if it’s just to tease and without real feelings behind it (or so you think). But when he actually brings his legs up with a grunt and lets your hand go to pull you into his chest, you gasp audibly, eyes shooting open in shock entirely.

“Jungko-”

“Come on. You’re tired. I’ll just stay here until you fall asleep and then leave, okay?” he assures, words so soft and his voice coated in such a tender tone that you feel your heartbeat increase. Slender fingers settle on the small of your back, and you bring your own up to place them on his strong bicep.

You nod against his chest, still wordlessly wondering what confidence overcame Jungkook to find yourself in his arms like this. But maybe, you think, he finds comfort wrapped around you, too - because his heart thumps steadily against your ear, his hands tracing your back up and down soothingly.

“Are you really okay?” you ask him again.

Jungkook sighs; even when he tries to take care of you, you’re worried about him, thinking of every way possible to make him feel better. He noticed this behaviour in you a while ago - especially on days when you paced through all the rooms, calling your family or friends over and over again when they caught something as harmless as a cold.

“I’m alright.”

“Promise?”

You feel him bury his mouth in your hair, the phantom touch of a kiss sending shivers down your spine as he whispers, “I promise.”

Silence falls over you shortly, his breathing and the rain serving as pleasant background music as you feel your body relax. His fingers draw circles on your shirt before he pulls you closer by a bit. His chest rumbles when he speaks again, vibrations in your ear so soothing, so lovely.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah…”

“Do you have a poem for me?”

The question catches you off guard. No matter what you expected him to say now, it wasn’t this request. You search your brain for lines he might like, but the sheer amount of love, hate, sadness, family, friends and society poems that flash through your mind have you malfunctioning for a second.

“Which one?”

“Any poem. I want you to tell me one.”

The floating images in your head come to a halt as you settle on one of your favourite poetic pieces and zoom into the paragraphs you love the most. You clear your mind and your throat, trying to keep yourself awake and picking out a few lines as you recite, “Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, thy coral clasps and amber studs. All these in me no means can move, to come to thee and be thy love.”

You stop, gauging his reaction as you look up at him. His eyes open when yours meet his face, and he smiles down at you sweetly and with unleashed kindness in his pupils. A small nod encourages you further, and when he asks you to go on, you place your ear back to where it was before.

“But could youth last and love still breed, had joys no date nor age no need,” your words become slower, your voice a mere mumble as you start to drift off into sleep, the last two lines leaving you nearly as if you’re drunk, “Then these delights- my mind might move... to live with thee and be thy…”

And then, you’re gone, dozed off against his firm chest as he sighs again, arms loosening around you before he finishes your sentence.

“...love.”

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salemwritesxx · 3 years

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ocean paradise

↳ bottom shinso (human) x top reader (merman: blacktip shark)

summary: Just… some merman porn

w.count: 2094

content warning: smut, porn without plot, monster sex, merman x human, double dicks, double penetration, watersports / omorashi / pee, lots of cum, riding

“A SHARK!”

“THERE’S A SHARK!”

“GET OUT OF THE WATER!”

Shinso stood in the middle of the crowd, holding on to his father’s hand tightly, not really knowing what was going on, only for the 5-year old to get picked up by his mother.

“Let’s go Honey, it’s not safe here anymore!”, she said, following the crowd that had seen a shark’s fin in the ocean, thus scurrying back onto the mainland.

As Hitoshi looked over her shoulder though, he could see the shark fin disappeared, and instead, a head broke through the surface – e/c eyes met his lavender ones.

And that’s when he first saw you for a split-second, before you dove back into the depth of the ocean.

Chuckling, he opened his eyes and looked into the starry night sky, before a “Why are you laughing, Toshi?” made him turn his head – he had been floating on the surface of the ocean.

“Just thinking back to the moment I first met you.”

“Ohh, you mean the shark incident?”, now you chuckled as well, your arms tightening around his waist as you pulled him closer against your chest.

“Hmh…”, then he turned around, looking straight into your e/c eyes as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, carful to not touch your gills at the side of your neck though.

“When I told them I saw a mermaid, they all thought I just wanted them to talk to me so I could use my quirk on them… No one believed me…”, tilting his head slightly, he then smiled as you looked a little confused, “But I think in the end, it’s best that only I know you exist, you know?”

“Hmmm, I think so too!”, you then nodded and smiled brightly as well, before leaning in and kissing all over his face.

“Your just mine. My mate. Hehehe!”, the cute, little laugh almost melted Shinso’s heart as he bit his lip for a moment, trying not to get too overwhelmed, only to cup your face, his thumbs brushing over the rather rough skin, and then pulling you in for a real kiss.

Instantly, you held him tighter and leaned in deeper, yet careful that your teeth weren’t hurting him when you brushed against his lips and, in the end, push your tongue inside to play with his, Hitoshi softly moaning into the kiss as your hands slowly wandered down to his hips and then one sneakily slipped onto his ass to softly squeeze.

“Do you have to go already…?”, your purr was so strong it resonated within his own chest, wondering once more if you could actually brainwash him with your singing and drown him.

“Yeah… But… One last time, yeah?”, Hitoshi mumbled against your lips, feeling the grin form on your own, before you pulled back a bit to look at him.

“Hmmm, I like that! I wish I could just take you with me though.”, a sad sigh escaped your lips as you finally let your finger push between his cheeks and against his little hole, earning his blissful gasp as he willingly snuggled closer, whimpering a mere “Me too…” because the thought of living as a merman was kind of intriguing…

Yet, for now, he just lived as a human by your side, visiting you as much as he could and making love underneath the starry sky.

“Hitoshi…”, the little growl that escaped your throat when his nails softly scratched over your chest made him smirk a bit, only to repeat the gesture once more to rile you up as well; all while your finger suddenly pushed inside, his insides fluttering in excitement as he pushed back into your touches.

“Don’t… waste too much time, yeah?”, he whined against your lips.

“But… They’re big…”

“I can take it! You know that…”, was his only answer as he pushed his hips against your tail, immediately knowing that your sheath has also opened as two weirdly shaped cockheads poked out.

“But Toshi-“

Though, he interrupted you as he smashed his lips against your own, both of you moaning almost in synch when he wrapped his legs around your shark tail to rub his cock against yours, spurring you on more and more and feeling your dicks grow underneath the grinding.

All while you had added another finger to thrust into his ass, trying your best to “prepare” him, though, to be honest, Shinso was used to taking your cocks and with how impatient he was, it was hard for you to hold back as well.

One hand grabbed your dorsal fin, the other finally slipped down to grab both of your cocks, your high-pitched moans sounded like you were singing, truly beautiful and enough to make him rock-hard and wanting more.

“Y/n… do it…Please.”

“If… you want, then, I won’t hold back, Toshi!”, then you grabbed him, earning his surprised gasp, before he blinked a little in surprise when you swam towards the beach with him.

“Y/n?”

“Hitoshi…? Can you do the thing we did last time?”

Your e/c eyes were almost reflecting the ocean as you looked into his lavender ones, and then, he understood, a big smirk playing around his lips.

“Oho? Do you want to watch me so badly, Y/n?”

“Yes… please.”, pecking his lips over and over again, Hitoshi couldn’t help but giggle – you were more like a puppy then a ferocious shark, really.

“Fine. Only because it’s you, Y/n.”, his deep chuckle made you shiver in anticipation, before you finally reached the shore where you turned around, half-sitting and propped up on your elbows, your shark tail still engulfed by water so you wouldn’t dehydrate too quickly.

Crawling on top of you, his hands were back to rubbing your dicks, one curved, long and rather thin, the other thick with little nubs and bit shorter. Shinso has shown you last time what it meant when he said he would ride you, so it was not even surprising him that much that you wanted to do it again, knowing how much you loved watching him last time.

“You’re really spoiled, Y/n, you know?”, he then laughed when he moved closer, lifting his hips and reaching back to adjust your cocks.

“I just… love you, Toshi. I want to watc-“, though you couldn’t speak much longer when his hot, tight insides suddenly engulfed you, Hitoshi also throwing his head back with a loud, blissful moan as your thick, weirdly shaped cock finally spread him open, the precum you leaked being so much and gooey, making it easy for him to slip your dicks in.

Digging his fingers into your chest, he was gasping your name when he pushed down until, an inch or so down, he reached your second dick, your thick head that had almost spikes around it, though much rounder at the end, spreading him even wider, the long spike-like protrusions almost making him cum on the spot just from entering your cocks and feeling them ‘scratch’ along his sensitive insides..

“Oh God-“, he could only moan out loudly when the little nubs and spikes gave his insides just the right amount of feeling that his cock was bouncing so pathetically without even being touched, almost releasing just from that as he swallowed both of your dicks at last, ramming his hips down onto your tail.

“FUCK!”, arching his back, you simply watched, completely smitten once more as you loved to see him losing himself so much, that’s why you wanted to do it again like last time.

“Hitoshi… You’re so… beautiful.”, you barely managed to choke out as well, his ass was so tight around your cocks, it was almost too much for you too.

“Y/n…”

Shinso vividly felt your cocks leaking so much thick, gooey precum and in the end, he held on with both hands against your chest as he started grinding his hips, first, rather slow, only to lean back, hands pushed into the sand besides your shark tail, and then rolling his hips, showing off everything, just like you wanted him to.

“AAAHnh Look at me- Y/n! AH! MHN! Y/n!”, moaning out your name without restraint, hoping that no one was around at night, though he also didn’t really care that much, as he cried into the starry night, hips slamming against your tail, swallowing your cocks so effortlessly – his own bouncing from all the vigorous movements.

You wanted to grab and hold him, but, with your dorsal fin in the way, you had to keep upright on your shaky arms as you watched him attentively.

Thrusting his hips down, he stopped for a moment, trying to catch his breath as he grinded your cockhead against his deepest spot, making it difficult for him to even stay in this position. Shinso’s arms felt like jelly, he was shaking and shivering, muscles tensing – but he didn’t want to stop, even if he could feel the hot waves of pleasure in his lower abdomen almost overwhelming him.

Once more, he cried out your name in delight when he raised his hips, just to slam them down again, your cocks rearranging his insides, the weird shape and little nubs and spikes making it hard to hold himself together.

“Y/n! I- I- AhNH! Can’t hold-!”, he moaned out, pushing his body back up so his face was close to yours as he started ramming your dicks into him once more, hips shaking vigorously.

You took the chance to lean your forehead against his, breathing a mere “D-Don’t hold… back… Toshi!”, your tail thrashing in the water as your own orgasm was so close.

One last time, Shinso used all his strength, gasping for breath so desperately as he moved his hips against your tail, your cocks stirring up his insides, your thick, gooey precum making everything so messy and wet – it was overwhelmingly amazing, truly.

“Y/n! Y/n!”, he moaned out your name so lustfully, his thighs quivering and a hot, warm feeling seething in his lower abdomen, though before he could realize what was going on, he couldn’t stop.

Desperately crying out loud and throwing his head back, his cock was overflowing with warm liquid that pooled at your own belly, your gasped “Toshi!” only making him sob as he couldn’t stop wetting himself, being impaled by two cocks just felt too good.

And in the end, the mere view of him loosing himself was enough for a violent wave of sheer lust to sweep through your body as well, your cocks moving and throbbing on their own inside of him only intensifying the lustful bliss as he didn’t stop peeing himself.

That’s when you released as well, a siren-like sound escaping your throat, it was high-pitched and yet, it wasn’t unpleasant, more the opposite, only for Shinso to arch his back, his warm liquid hitting your chest as you stuffed him full with your seed – thick, gooey cum filling up his ass as he slowly regained control over his body again.

Heavily gasping, a few spurts of pee were the last thing his pathetically throbbing cock managed to produce; Shinso’s head was spinning, especially as you just didn’t stop squirting your cum into him, his hole already overflowing and covering your tail in the sticky fluids mixing with his own he released.

And then, you stopped and your cocks that were wiggling inside of him came to a halt as well. That’s when he almost collapsed on top of you, thus you quickly managed to grab him and somehow slither and shuffle back into the cold ocean, though with how hot Hitoshi felt, it was just right to cool him off as he barely hung onto you.

Your cum that was still seeping out of his ass, even though he was already stuffed with your cocks, was drifting away in the water as you held him tightly.

In the end, he barely managed to press out a “Fuck… That was… fuck…” as he rested his head on your chest when you laid on your back so he was basically resting on top of you on your chest as you drifted through the ocean, not wanting to part as you kissed his head and face all over.

“You were… amazing, Toshi.”, a dreamy sigh escaped your lips, before you started to purr again while you held him tightly and kissed him all over.

Hitoshi didn’t want to move even one inch, staying with your dicks inside for as long as he could and still relishing your moments together. He didn’t need to rush home anyways.

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writer’s note: day one of mermay already begins with THIS, so… it shows in which direction we’re going hurrhurr though I have a few more kinky shit planned, but for now, hope it was enjoyable! also, was craving some change sooo… new blue banners hehe

#salemswriting.#shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x male reader #bnha x male reader #bottom shinsou #shinsou smut #smut #mermay2021 #shinsou x you

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shin-city · 4 years

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Want or Need, Love or Greed?[Hawks X Reader]

pairing: yandere!hawks x reader

genre: angst, smut

word count: 3.5k

a/n: he’s a loony bird lolol [see end for more notes!]

tags: dubcon, stalking, life endangerment?, manipulation, dacryphilia, oral sex (female receiving), choking, squirting, orgasm denial, semi-public sex, exhibitionism

Your first month without Hawks had gone by so quickly, and much easier than you’d expected. You thought it would be difficult getting used to him not being around, but you’d fared just fine. He was still around; almost every night, actually. But you didn’t know that, and so you were content.

It was nice not having him breathing down your neck 24/7, telling you what you could and couldn’t wear, where you could and couldn’t go, and let’s not forget his favorite: who you could and couldn’t hang out with. That was never really an issue Keigo had to address toward the beginning of your relationship, seeing as you’d spent most, if not all of your time with him; but after being around him so much, you began to crave a little independence. You started spending less time with him, and more time with your friends, which he really didn’t like.

In fact, it would end up being the undoing of your relationship.

You’d gone out to a bar with some friends one night. Keigo was busy with hero work, as he often was, and they had invited you out for a couple of drinks. You failed to mention this to him, and only did so once he’d called inquiring about your whereabouts. After a heated argument about how you were being secretive, and outlandish accusations that you were cheating on him, he’d shown up to the bar and practically dragged you out of there. To say it was embarrassing was an understatement.

After that, you’d gathered up all of his belongings that he kept at your apartment (down to the last stray feather), shoved them into his arms, and told him that you couldn’t be with him anymore. He’d laughed at first, not thinking you were serious for whatever reason. Even after you elaborated to him that you were breaking up, he still kept a smile on his face. He told you that he loved you and that he respected your decision, and left without another word. It was easy; too easy and that should’ve been a red flag but you missed it.

One evening, you’d gone out onto the balcony of your apartment for some fresh air. The sun had just begun to set, the air around you cool and crisp. The cold wind nipped at your skin, which you combated with a thick sweatshirt. It was Keigo’s: the only thing you’d forgotten to give back to him amidst your rampage, and even though it still smelled of him, you couldn’t deny that it was deliciously comfortable.

You were enjoying yourself, sitting on your cushioned bench and sipping on your favorite beverage as you watched the colors of the sky change. And then you heard it. Flapping. You thought maybe you were just hearing things. Maybe being enveloped in his scent like that had your mind playing tricks on you. Shutting your eyes and taking deep breaths, you tried to convince yourself that that’s all that it was.

“Baby bird, you’re going to catch a cold out here.”

Your eyes flew open, your drink nearly falling from your hands. You snapped your head toward the sound of his voice, watching in horror as he perched himself on the railing before climbing over it. He wasted no time striding toward you, a smug look on his face.

“Keigo... what are you doing here?” You tried your best to sound composed, but your trembling hands and wide eyes gave you away. Not to mention the way you immediately scooted away from him as he sat down on the bench beside you.

“I heard you come outside, and I thought you might want-”

“Wait- you heard me come outside?” You swallowed nervously. That could only mean that he was already there when you came out.

He nodded, propping his legs up on the coffee table and lounging back. His demeanor was uncomfortably casual. He was behaving as if the two of you parted on good terms, which was the farthest thing from what actually happened.

“So you were just...wandering around outside my apartment?”

Keigo chuckled. “I wouldn’t say ‘wandering around’. I was just hanging out.”

“And how often do you ‘hang out’ outside of my apartment?”

His eyes lit up as his smile grew. “Almost every night, baby bird.”

Your stomach dropped at the admission, becoming impossibly more uncomfortable than you already were. You knew he could be overbearing at times, but stalking you? That was low- even for him. Chills ran up your spine as you thought of how many times he must’ve been watching you and you didn’t even realize.

“You... you can’t do that!” you shouted, standing up and crossing your arms.

“I can do whatever I want,” he retorted. “Because you’re mine; or have you forgotten that on this little break of ours?”

You laughed incredulously. He had to be joking. “Break? We’re not on a break, Keigo. We broke up.”

He let out a sigh before standing up, golden eyes narrowing as he prowled toward you. Instinctively you stepped backwards, backing away from him until your back was pressed up against the balcony railing. Keigo closed the distance between you, gripping the railing on either side of you. It was so strange to be this close to him again. A small part of you enjoyed it. You’d be lying if you said you were completely over him. It had only been a month; but him popping up like this wasn’t exactly helping the process.

“We’re not done until I say we are,” he cooed as he reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I gave you your space, didn’t I? Don’t you miss me, baby?”

Your breath caught in your throat as he leaned closer to you. You thought he might kiss you, but his lips found your cheek instead, chastely pecking it. He did so again and again, trailing light kisses down to your neck. Frozen in place, it wasn’t until he pressed his tongue against your neck that you came to your senses. Pressing your palms against his chest, you shoved him backwards.

“I know what you’re doing, okay? You think you can just sweet talk your way back into my good graces like you always do, but...not this time. Even if I do miss you, I don’t need you anymore, Keigo.”

He frowned at you as he took in your words, looking as though you’d physically hurt him. It was hard for him to hear you say that you didn’t need him. He wouldn’t have even minded as much if you said you didn’t love him anymore. He could easily make you fall in love with him again. But for you to not need him? He couldn’t have that. You had to need him as much as he needed you.

“Okay, fine. I understand,” Keigo sighed as he advanced toward you again, this time with his arms outstretched. “One last hug before I go, baby bird.”

He wasn’t asking you to hug him, he was telling you to. You didn’t necessarily want to, but if that’s what it took to get him to go away then you figured it’d be best to just get it over with. He halted in front of you, wanting you to initiate the embrace. Trying your hardest not to roll your eyes, you loosely wrapped your arms around him and pressed your cheek against his chest. His arms encircled you, pulling you into him as he tightly embraced you. As his warmth and scent enveloped you, you almost began to enjoy the once familiar feeling of him hugging you.

And then suddenly, Keigo’s wings were flaring out behind him.

Before you knew what was happening you were on the other side of the railing, floating in mid air with his arms being the only thing keeping you from certain death. Still, you began to thrash around wildly, screaming in sheer terror. His grip tightened and he threw his head back as he laughed at you.

“You’re so cute when you’re scared!”

You weren’t sure why you decided to look down but you instantly regretted it, your stomach dropping at the realization of how high up you really were.

“K-Keigo!” you shrieked. “Are you insane? Put me down!”

One of his arms left your torso and he grabbed your wrist, holding onto it tightly. “If you say so, baby bird.”

The arm that was still wrapped around your body released you and you shut your eyes as you felt yourself begin to fall, though you only dropped a few inches before stopping suddenly. Reluctantly opening your eyes, you looked up to see Keigo smiling down at you as he held you by the wrist.

You froze, finding that it’d be best not to struggle so much when the only thing keeping you up was his hand around your wrist, which he teasingly loosened and tightened his grip on. Taking deep breaths, you attempted to regain a little composure. He wouldn’t actually let you fall. Then again, he was behaving more erratically than normal; who knew what he might do.

“Keigo,” you whimpered. “Please don’t let go.”

“Of course I won’t.” He smirked, tilting his head to one side. “You need me, don’t you?”

That’s what this was- a drastic, metaphoric ploy to get you to say that you needed him. Of course in this moment you did need him. Your life was quite literally in the palm of his hand; but apart from this specific occasion, you didn’t need him anymore. At least, that’s what you’d tried to convince yourself over the past month. Though, something about his endearing gaze and sugarcoated words had you reconsidering that. Perhaps his ploy was working.

You glanced down at the ground once again. Swallowing a sob, along with your pride, you groaned, “Yes.”

Keigo shook his head. “Yes what?”

“Yes, I need you, Keigo. Please...I want to come up.”

He smiled in content as he reached for your other arm, leaning over and pulling you up just enough to hook your arms around his neck. You let out a shaky sigh as he wrapped his arms around you, an overwhelming amount of relief washing over your body.

As soon as your feet touched the floor of the balcony, you began to sniffle. You were feeling a whirlwind of emotions, not to mention the nausea you felt from being jolted around so rapidly. It wasn’t long before the tears in your eyes spilled down your cheeks, and Keigo immediately cupped your face in his hands, tilting your face up so that he could see how pretty you looked. Of course he didn’t enjoy making you cry, but it’d be a lie to say it didn’t turn him on when you did.

“Shhh, it’s okay baby. I’ve got you.”

He pressed his lips against your forehead, then your nose, and finally your quivering lips. Completely ignoring your distressed state, he kissed you, humming contentedly against your lips. That in itself was another metaphor for your broken relationship. It was so like him to disregard your feelings and put his own first. But as his hand came up to cradle the back of your neck, the other settling on your lower back and pulling you into him, you started to think that maybe needing him wasn’t such a bad thing. You did still love him, and clearly he loved you- if love was even an appropriate term for such affection.

“Kiss me,” Keigo breathed across your lips.

Again, he was ordering you to be affectionate toward him; but this time you didn’t feel as reluctant. Whether it was the adrenaline pumping through your veins, or the fact that you genuinely missed him- you weren’t sure. All you knew was that you didn’t want him to let you go. You hesitantly placed your hands on his shoulders and slowly moved your lips against his. Encouraged by your compliance, he slipped his tongue into your mouth as he deepened the kiss. His gentle caresses became needy, groping and grabbing you all over.

“Baby bird,” he mumbled in between pecks at your lips. “I missed you so much.”

He broke the kiss, gazing down at you as he waited for you to tell him what he already knew.

“I missed you too,” you admitted, looking up at him through wet eyelashes.

Keigo kissed you once more before resting his hands on your hips and guiding you toward the bench on which you previously lounged. He sat down first, and then pulled you down to straddle his lap. The intimate position brought back fond memories of happier times; not just for you, but for him as well. A time when it seemed like your relationship was perfect and untouchable. He didn’t dwell on it though, because you’d make new memories together. He wasn’t planning on letting you go again any time soon- or ever.

His lips found yours once again, hands sliding underneath your- his sweatshirt, and he softly groaned against your lips as his hands met your bare chest. He wasted no time in grabbing handfuls of your breasts, relishing in your soft moans as your nipples rolled against his palms.

“Look at you- still wearing my clothes. So cute,” he smiled against your lips as he grabbed the hem of the shirt and slid it up your torso. He didn’t take it completely off, letting it bunch up at your collarbones. It turned him on to see you wearing it, despite arguing that you were done with him.

You shivered as the cold bit at your exposed skin. “Keigo...it’s cold.”

He chuckled as he buried his face into your neck, kissing it as he tugged on your hardening nipples. “Don’t you worry, baby bird. We’ll get you warmed up soon enough.”

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he gently pushed you off of him and guided you to lay down on the bench. He climbed on top of you, nudging your legs apart so he could fit in between them. His fingers hooked into the waist of your pants and he hastily tugged them down your legs, which were still trembling from his little stunt earlier.

Your heart began to race with anticipation, but also anxiety as you realized that he was planning on fucking you on the balcony. You were surrounded by several other apartment buildings and business offices; not to mention the neighboring balconies of your own building, and anyone could easily look out of their window and see the two of you.

“M-maybe we should go inside...someone might see us.”

“I know,” he mused as he kissed, bit, and licked his way down your body. “Isn’t it exciting?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but all that escaped was a gasp as Keigo pressed his tongue against your pussy over your soaked panties. Any concern of someone seeing you immediately left your mind as his tongue prodded at your clit. Your hands acted of their own accord, tangling in his blonde locks and pulling. This prompted him to pull your panties to the side, exposing your glistening cunt. You were so wet; embarrassingly wet. But what could you expect? You’d been touch starved for the past month, and now the only man who could ever fuck you properly was back in his rightful place between your thighs.

“So pretty,” he breathed. “And all mine.”

Keigo looked up at you as he attached his mouth your pussy, never breaking eye contact as he devoured you. He sounded so feral as he groaned into your cunt, lapping up your juices and savoring every bit of it. You tasted so sweet, and oh, how he’d missed it.

“Ah~ right there,” you moaned, though your guidance wasn’t needed. He knew exactly what he was doing. As long as the past month had felt, it wasn’t long enough for him to forget just how to please you. A few more flicks of his tongue against your swollen clit had you on the brink of an orgasm already, and he knew it.

“My baby’s gonna cum already,” he cooed into your pussy, licking at you more fervently.

You nodded, grinding against his mouth. “I’m...so close.”

“Yeah? You wanna cum?”

Nodding once again, your eyes screwed shut as you felt your release creeping up on you.

“That’s too bad.”

Your eyes flew open as the warmth of his mouth left you, his lips pressing against your inner thigh in a wet kiss before he brought his face up to yours. You couldn’t contain the whine that emanated from your throat, and he chuckled in amusement.

“Why-”

“You thought I’d actually let you cum? After how mean you’ve been? I don’t think so, baby bird.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and your pussy ached to be relieved of the tension he’d built up. He pulled away from you to push down his pants and boxers, hissing as his cock came in contact with the cool air, and he wanted nothing more than to bury it inside your needy cunt. Especially when a single tear rolled down your cheek.

“Keigo,” you cried pathetically. “I’m sorry. Please- I wanna cum so bad.”

He pressed a finger to your lips, shushing you as he pumped his cock with his other hand. He leaned over you to kiss away the tear, following it up with a quick peck on your lips.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he informed you, gliding his leaking cock back and forth over your throbbing clit. “And you’ll just have to hope you cum before I do, won’t you?”

You only whimpered in response, and it wasn’t long before he was pushing the tip into your deliciously tight cunt, moaning as you contracted around him. You were such an absolute, dripping mess that he slipped in with little to no resistance hindering him. Before you knew it, he was nudging your cervix, the girth of his cock filling you up and pressing deliciously against your g-spot.

“Yesss,” he groaned, fingernails digging into your thighs as he held them open. “Fuck, I missed your tight little pussy so much, baby.” He pulled out completely before slamming back into you, and you gripped his biceps for stability as he began to mercilessly pound into you.

Your hand flew up to cover your mouth in a failed attempt to silence yourself as strident moans fell from your lips. Keigo immediately pulled your hand away, shaking his head in disapproval.

“Don’t do that. Let everyone hear how good I’m fucking you.” Bringing his hand up to your neck, he wrapped his hand around it, applying just enough pressure to your throat to constrict your breathing a pleasurable amount. You no longer held back, crying out his name around labored breaths as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly.

“Mm, that’s a good girl,” he praised, hooking your leg over his shoulder. “My good girl.” The new angle had you seeing stars, his pace unfaltering as he continued to slam into you.

You could feel your climax creeping up on you again. You both did, and his thrusts became sloppier, but harder as he neared his release as well. Using the hand around your throat, he pulled you up so that your face was only centimetres away from his.

“You gonna cum for me baby bird?” He released your neck to rub tight circles around clit, watching in amusement as your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“Yes, Keigo, please don’t stop.”

Had he an ounce more of reserve, he would’ve pulled out of you and jerked himself to release somewhere on your body- just to really teach you a lesson. But as your cunt spasmed around his cock, he couldn’t find it in himself to stop.

“Go ahead, baby. Cum all over my cock.”

That was all it took, your legs wrapping around him and a series of profanities leaving your lips as you came. His relentless rubbing of your clit coupled with the stimulation of your g-spot had you squirting around him; something he’d made you do plenty of times before, but still never ceased to excite him.

“Yes, fuck, yes baby, I’m cumming,” he moaned into your ear as he leaned over you, his hips stuttering and wings twitching before he stilled completely. Shortly after, you felt spurt after spurt of his hot cum filling you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your chests pressed together as he rode out his high. The two of you stayed that way as you caught your breaths, Keigo whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he came back to earth. He stayed inside of you for a few more moments, relishing in the feeling he’d missed so dearly before pulling out of you.

You watched in awe as copious amounts of his cum leaked out of you, but only for a few seconds before he tilted your chin so that you’d look at him. He pressed his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. When he pulled away, his expression was so soft; so sweet. Like the Keigo you’d fallen in love with.

“I love you,” he told you, kissing all over your face. “So fucking much.”

“I love you, too,” you assured not only him, but yourself as well. It felt strange saying it after such a long time, but it felt right nonetheless.

He pulled back, golden eyes staring into yours with an endearing, yet intimidating expression.

“Don’t ever leave me again.”

a/n: hope you all enjoyed! I just wanted to say thank you for all the love on my first few fics! and also my masterlist will be out tomorrow ❤

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bentforkent · 4 years

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spencer reid x female!reader

content warning: fluff, smut, the word “daddy” is said once as a joke, spanking, roughness, dom/sub undertones, !!!!!reader asks spencer to stop during sex!!!!, soft sex, soft spencer, arguing

word count: 2,251

in which spencer and his girlfriend go to a big, fancy party and irritate each other there.

spencer looks ravishing, to say the least. his velvet suit jacket hangs perfectly off of his shoulders, and the color of his tie highlights his honey eyes. he’s got his hair slicked back into a style you rarely see on him. it takes everything in you not to grab him and ruin him before you even get out of the door. but you know this event is important to him, some gala for the FBI employees. or something. you hadn’t really been listening, too focused on his lips when he had extended the invitation to you as his plus-one.

but yes, in the weeks leading up to the event, spencer has reminded you numerous times that it’s “a very important night” for the BAU and that you needed to be on your “best behavior.” he fretted frantically about your outfit more than he did his own. he made sure you had a full night of sleep the night before. he helped you shower and wash your hair before getting ready, but you’re convinced that part was just an elaborate ploy to get his rocks off. (if so, it was successful.)

the gala is held at some fancy hotel, and you instantly feel out of place upon arrival. you cling tightly to spencer’s arm in an attempt to feel grounded. he plants a firm kiss on the top of your head, leading you into the grandiose ballroom. your grip on him tightens. the venue is really big.

“y/n, lovey,” he starts gently, prying your hands from him, “go mingle. emily is right over there, she’d love to see you.” he points in her direction and your gaze follows his finger.

your voice is quiet when you answer. “can i stay with you a little longer?” how can he resist you when you’re looking up at him with big doe eyes and a small pout on your lips?

he smiles widely, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “of course you can stay with me, baby.”

as spencer flits around the party, you’re quick to follow. he’s talking to penelope? you’re there with bells on, one hand wrapped around a champagne flute and one hand on spencer’s shoulder. he’s talking to hotch? you keep a tethering hold on his left hand.

and you’re enjoying yourself. it’s easy to be with spencer. he’s sweet and smart, although both of these are understatements. you feel proud to be seen with him, proud to be his girl. but as the night progresses, you begin to notice him acting odd.

when you rest your hand on his shoulder, he shakes your hand away. when you’re hand-in-hand, he starts to pull from your grip instead of pressing a kiss on the back of your hand. he’s just being odd, suddenly averse to your touch and tense to an absurd degree. while you’re sitting engaged in a riveting conversation with rossi about his latest book, one hand on spencer’s bouncing knee, your boyfriend interrupts you. “y/n, would you go refill our drinks?” he asks.

“you haven’t even taken a sip of the one i went to get you 20 minutes ago,” you say, gesturing to his full cup. there’s a pregnant pause.

“would you excuse us?” spencer asks rossi. you flash the older man a polite smile, trying to ignore the frustration you can feel radiating off of your boyfriend as he leads you away from the conversation. “what is wrong with you?” he questions harshly, grip on your wrist tight as he leads you outside of the hotel ballroom and into the lobby.

“nothing!” you exclaim, yanking your arm from him.

he sighs and rubs his hands over his face, clearly exasperated with you and your behavior. “i told you this night was important.”

you frown, a deep set frown that affects your whole face. “i’m being good!”

“you’ve been hanging on me all night!”

there’s silence as you rock back and forth on your heels, trying to figure out what to say without sounding weak. “i get nervous at these events, spencer, you know that.” your voice is small, timid. you’re crushed by the implication that spencer would rather spend the rest of the night alone, especially when the sheer magnitude of this event alone is enough to make you anxious.

his face softens by a miniscule degree, but his voice is still firm. “i know, baby. but please, try and leave me alone for a little bit so i can have some business conversations.”

without answering him, you turn and stalk back inside.

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he was sitting alone. perfect. another hour or so had passed, and you’d been pretty good at avoiding your boyfriend during that time. you seemed to float around the party, such a presence that no matter how much space spencer needed, his eyes followed you around anyways. you laughed with grandiosity, clinking champagne glasses with whomever you passed. you took campy photos with the women on spencer’s team, camera flash highlighting whatever funny face you all had decided on. you’d even held a captivating conversation with hotch, getting him to crack and hold a smile.

but despite your efforts to throw yourself into the party and subsequently away from spencer, you found yourself getting bored without him by your side to share the fun with you. a normal thought process would’ve prompted you to go sit and have a normal conversation with him in which you both normally apologized for your behavior earlier. but you were still beyond peeved about how he had snapped at you earlier, so all normalcy flew out of the window, and your champagne-powered brain resorted straight to revenge. which is why it was perfect that he was sitting alone, finally.

you skipped to him, and plopped yourself down on his lap. you were intentionally making a spectacle of yourself, knowing it would make spencer squirm to know people’s eyes were on him. “hi daddy,” you sing into his ear, and his hands tense on your thighs.

“what are you doing?”

you lean close to him, so close that to anyone else observing, it would appear that you simply have your head tucked in the crook of your boyfriend’s neck, not that you were whispering to him. “just wanted to come and tell you that i just took off my panties in the bathroom.” you take the lacy undergarment and tuck it into his jacket pocket smoothly.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” he whispers aggressively, the repetition of the question not lost on you. his lips graze the shell of your ear, and his hand grasps the back of your hair tightly.

“i just love you so much,” you say grinning. he’s angry, you can tell, but it’s more fun for you to pretend you don’t notice. you make no more attempt to quiet your voice as you continue. “and i’m just waiting to go home so i can suck you off.” morgan walks past you at the perfect moment and hoots at your words. you copy his noise in response to him. “see?” you turn to spencer, shit-eating grin on your face. “derek’s rooting for us to fuck tonight.”

spencer stands, yanking you into an upright position. “you’re drunk. we’re leaving.”

you turn and wiggle your eyebrows at derek, and he gives you a thumbs up as spencer drags you out of the ballroom.

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spencer lays yet another harsh smack on the curve on your ass, reveling in the whine you emit. his tie is shoved into your mouth, where it has been situated since you got in the car leaving the event. you’re bent over his knee on the edge of the bed, fully naked.

“get on your hands and knees,” spence says gruffly, and you oblige as quickly as possible with the welts on your ass aching. you hear a pretty unmistakable sound of pants dropping, and despite being faced away from him, you have a sense that his eyes are trained on you. your face is pressed into the mattress, and you find yourself wishing spencer would just fuck you and get it over with. wait, that’s not right. you should be 100 percent involved in and excited about this intimate moment.

spencer runs his hands along every inch of skin he can reach, positioning his cock at your entrance. he takes one hand and grips your hair, pulling your head back. the breath of air you get from being pulled so harshly wakes you up.

“wait! wait, spence, please stop,” you gasp loudly. his hands are off you immediately, afraid to hurt you, and you scramble from your position on all fours back onto your back. he cocks his eyebrow. you didn’t utter the safe word, so technically you’re breaking all sorts of rules right now, but you hope the urgency in your voice and your explanation would save you from punishment.

under his gaze, fully exposed and spread open, you start to get emotional, tearing up. “i know i was really bad tonight,” you mumble.

“speak up,” spencer says, voice calm. it’s an order, but not a harsh one.

“i know i was really bad tonight,” you repeat, rubbing at your eyes. “i know i’m the worst girl.” spencer frowns. “but i...i just want you to be nice to me now.” you sniffle. “i don’t deserve it, i know, but i just…i want nice spencer.”

spencer lays down on the bed next to you, face full of worry and concern. you look at him with tears threatening to spill over your lower lashline. “baby,” he scoops you up and pulls you close to him, all thoughts of sex pushed away for the time being. “you are not the worst girl, where are you getting that from?” you’re silent, so he continues. “if anything, i’m the bad guy for making you feel that way.” his eyes search your face, trying to get an idea of where your emotions are at. “i love you so much.” he emphasizes each word with a kiss.

shy all of a sudden, you hide your face in the crook of his neck as if you weren’t lying naked in front of him. the two of you lay there for a few moments, air thick with emotion and love. “you’re a good girl,” spencer whispers, rubbing your back in soothing circles. “do you want to stop?”

you shake your head no in response.

“i’m not going any further until i see your pretty eyes.”

you look up at him slowly, and crack a small smile. it’s hard not to. spencer is looking at you with endless amounts of adoration in his face, and although you had been upset just minutes earlier, you had never felt unsafe in his presence.

“please fuck me, doctor,” you whisper, and he grins.

spencer figures out a way to make your current position work, adjusting your body slightly. he lifts your leg and pushes his cock into you slowly, slower than usual. you moan, an extended high-pitched sound, and spencer groans in response.

“such a tight little cunt for me, baby,” he murmurs, beginning to thrust into you firmly. his words are filthy but his voice is soft. you whimper, trying to grab onto his back, but only succeeding in leaving tiny scratch marks.

he picks up the pace of his hips, his strokes long and quick. each time he bottoms out, it’s punctuated with one of his grunts. “you’re such a good girl for me, baby,” he says, words coming out rushed with the distraction of him chasing his orgasm. “you’re so soft,” he groans, “you take my cock so well, fuck,” his breathing becomes tighter.

you press your lips to his collarbone, letting your tongue poke out to taste his salty skin. “i love you,” you whine against him, and his hips stutter.

“say it again, baby, i’m so close,” he says, words cut off with a moan when you suck a tiny mark onto his jaw.

“i love you,” you whisper in his ear, and as your teeth graze his earlobe, his speedy thrusts slow and become sloppy. he cums with a loud moan of your name, and you whimper at the sound. your orgasm follows his quickly, the feeling of his warmth filling you enough to send you over the edge.

“hey,” he says as he pulls out of you and rolls out of bed.

“hm?”

“i love you too.”

“yeah?” you ask. spencer walks into the bathroom and spends some time there, cleaning himself up and preparing a washcloth for you.

“yeah,” he replies when he emerges, dressed in flannel pajama pants and a shirt you’re pretty sure was yours once. “and i’m sorry. i was a dick to you tonight.”

“yeah you were,” you say with a grin up at him. he pulls the warm washcloth along your legs and over your sensitive cunt gently, cleaning up any residual sex. at your words, he shoots you a pout. “but i’m okay now, promise.” he folds the washcloth into a tiny square, ever meticulous, and sets it on the nightstand.

after flopping down on the bed next to you, resuming his original spot, he brushes his thumb over the highest point of your cheekbone. “but,” he drags the word out, “you’re not invited to any more fancy events after your little stunt tonight. you stress me out.”

you press a firm kiss to his lips. “i think i deserve that,” you reply with a smile.

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ssscentral · 3 years

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Starry Eyes | For Kas

Summary: A movie night is nothing compared to what Namjoon has actually planned for your birthday.

pairing: Namjoon x reader

rating: GA

genre: tooth-rotting fluff !! some crack too

warnings: kissing. kim namjoon’s existence, namjoon is very cheesy

wc: 2.8k

member: Rid & Melody || @taegularities & @hoebii

a/n: this was written for our beautiful, amazing, intelligent, gorgeous friend @voiceswithoutlips !!! happy, happy birthday - we love you so so much, baby, and not even this fic can express how much you mean to us. here’s to many more years of annoying each other !! <333 also, thank you so much @oftenderweapons for beta’ing this, precious !! :-*

The growling of the clouds woke you up.

A storm this early in the morning? That was surely unexpected and unusual. Not that you minded though — not only was it your favourite weather due to its aesthetics, but it calmed you in some odd way as well. However, while you were thoroughly enjoying the sound of the rain, something in the back of your mind reminded you that you were missing something important; something you’d even thought of before falling asleep.

And when you sat up, your eyes automatically shifted to the open window, a small curse escaping your lips as you pulled the blanket away and half sprinted to close it. Yes, rain was cool and all, but it had no business wetting your whole bedroom floor, and you had no wish of mopping the floor right after waking up.

You couldn’t help but cringe as you felt water on the floor while shutting the window, cursing at whoever had opened it last night in the first place. Thankfully, however, the amount of water that the wind had brought wasn’t much. It would dry in a moment, you thought, no need to clean it up. Nope.

With that, you slunk back towards the bed, ready to return to the land of dreams.

As you were getting cosy again, your phone started vibrating incessantly. Mentally cursing at whatever the reason was for your phone to be buzzing so much, you laid there contemplating if you should just grab the device and chuck it out the window into the ongoing storm. No, control yourself. You don’t have the money to do that.

Grabbing the phone, you didn’t even bother checking what was on it, rather just switching it off in sheer spite. Laying there for a moment after that, you tried going back to sleep but soon realised that you weren’t sleepy anymore.

Grumbling, you decided to wake up the sleeping man beside you. Why? Because if you had to be up so early, then he had to as well.

His eyebrows furrowed as you shook his body, his hand coming up to rub his eyes until he let out an annoyed “What?”

But when he saw your mischievous grin and face so close to his, a smile appeared on his lips, the perfect dimples so deep you wanted to hide in them. The grin of a clown had nothing on the pretty man next to you.

“What?” you asked him with a tilt of your head, eyebrows raising as he pulled you down.

“What do you mean ‘what?’”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

The brightness in his expression disappeared slowly as confusion took over, blinking a few times in disbelief until he inquired, “Don’t you remember?”

Remember what?

The cogs in your brain started to rotate again as you thought about his question — and although you soon realised what he was hinting at, you acted oblivious, the need to annoy him too strong to ignore.

“Ah, is it Wednesday already? My assignment is due today,” you groaned, rolling your eyes.

Shaking his head, Namjoon gave you a questioning look. “Babe, I’ve been looking forward to this since this year started and managed to remember it, but you didn’t?”

It was your turn to give him a confused look, brows furrowing. “Why would you be looking forward to the due date of my assignment,” you asked, “actually, how did you look forward to it? We were given the work last week.”

Before he could reply, you gasped - trying desperately to not burst out in laughter at his face. “Oh my god. Are you psychic?” you fake whispered, acting as if you were asking for the recipe to eternal life.

Namjoon contemplated his life choices as he looked at you baffled, eyes nearly hollow as he shook his head. “That’s not what I’m talking about.”

“Are you sure, because-”

“Babe, just…” he placed a hand on his face, fingers massaging his temples for a second, “Happy Birthday.”

You looked at him with a playful, devilish grin, brushing your chin with your fingers before you exclaimed, “Oh! It’s my birthday!... What’s a birthday again?”

Namjoon tried to suppress the smile that threatened to surface, tongue running along the inside of his cheek before he pulled you into his chest tightly. “Okay, now you’re just fucking with me.”

“What? Me? No,” you said, laughing into his shirt as he squeezed you lovingly, “Why fuck with you when I can fuck you?”

You felt the arms around you loosen before he threw you next to him, the sight too endearing to hold your laughter in. “I hate you.”

“I love you, too, baby. But if you keep pouting, I will bring mint-choco.”

“You hate that, too?” He looked offended but curious as well, one eyebrow cocked at you as he waited for your answer.

You barely shrugged, strands of hair wrapping around your finger. “I wouldn’t be eating it, you would.”

“Why do you hate me?”

You lifted your body, giving him a kiss with a clearly audible muah-sound as you said, “I don’t, baby.”

“My doubt increases the more you threaten me.”

You clicked your tongue, booping his nose. “Then stop giving me reasons to threaten you, sweetheart.”

And when he calmed down, you yawned, listening to the storm as it slowly died down until you finally asked, “So, cooking risotto, baking cake and watching lame movies - that’s the plan for today, right?”

“If we finish all of it, yes,” Namjoon agreed, smiling sweetly - a gesture you found harmless enough to suspect anything behind it.

Jumping from the bed, you tilted your head, stretching out your hand as if you were talking to a child, “Up, up, then.”

Without further annoyance and teasing, the day had passed exactly as you’d expected: with endless giggles, flour on your face (and ass), bad jokes and a near death experience with Namjoon somehow tripping over nothing and barely avoiding a concussion. Finally, he’d managed to serve something somewhat edible while you’d handled the beautiful cake, it was already late, dusk passed and stars twinkled in the clear night sky.

The storm had long vanished and made way to a crystal clear sight - perfect for you to cuddle up and laugh about flopped movies all night long. Stuffing more of the icing and toppings of the cake into your mouth, you barely noticed when he shifted, assuming that he was only going to the bathroom when he pulled you up with him.

Surprised by his sudden move, you looked into his dark, shiny eyes, a questioning look making him speak up, “Do you trust me?”

Scary. One would think a sentence like this meant doom, but the way he looked at you, the fondness and affection so apparent in his gaze, made you simply nod.

“What if I told you there’s something I want to show you that’s a lot better than these movies?”

Then, you broke, eyes rolling as you asked, “Better than badly dubbed Jurassic Park? You have to convince me, Mister Kim.”

He laughed as he brought his nose to yours, rubbing against it for a second before he pressed a gentle kiss against your lips. When he backed away, he mumbled a “Stay right here” before disappearing into your room. You remained standing at your spot, craning your neck.

“Huh?” was the only sound that left you when he came back with two thin jackets, handing you yours before he took your hand, grabbing the keys and gently urging you out of the apartment.

“Where are we going?” you asked, clutching his hand as he led you to god knew where.

“To the magical lands of Narnia,” he replied, snorting at his own words. He saw an opportunity to tease you and he would be damned if he didn’t take it.

Not one to back down, however, you replied, “Wouldn’t that be through our closet then, Mr. Smartass?”

Rolling his eyes, Namjoon chose to ignore your words, pushing open the door to the roof - making you raise an eyebrow.

“Did you bring me here to push me off for all the comments I’ve made today?” you asked, “‘Cause not only is that illegal, it’s also my birthday so that would be quite rude of you.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he answered. “If I wanted you dead, I’d much rather poison you.”

Putting a hand on your chest, you gasped. “How scandalous! Though the food you let me taste did make me suspicious,” you said as if deep in thought.

Namjoon gave you a flat look, not impressed with your jab at his cooking skills. “Do you not want your gifts? Is that it?”

You perked up at the mention of gifts — plural —, looking at him innocently, “Nooo, I do. Gimme, gimme!”

Approaching the edge of the roof further, you noticed a small table, surprisingly dry and decorated with two little flowers and two weird looking glasses. You looked at him in question, pointing at the objects silently until you’d gathered enough words on your tongue to ask, “When did you do this?”

“I mean, this table is always here, but the rest… uh - remember when I told you that I had to take out the trash but took too long to come back?” When you nodded, he moved his head with you as if to indicate Yes, back then.

“And the glasses?” you inquired as you picked one up, faintly recognising them as those one uses to wear at nights when-

“Wait. Wait. I think I remember reading something about an eclipse somewhere.” You watched his expression change, the nervosity fleeing until he gave you a knowing look. “Oh, wait, really now?”

“Why is that so hard to believe?” He grinned at you, his pretty dyed silver hair floating in the wind as he gestured for you to take a seat. “We’ve looked at the stars before.”

You did as he asked, scanning the table for all its content before landing on a card. Picking it up, you couldn’t help but coo at how cute it was. The card had a cake on it’s center with what seemed to be balloons beside it, Namjoon’s beautiful handwritten ‘Happy Birthday’ on top as a banner.

“Aww Joonie, you weren’t joking when you said you’d let your niece draw for my next birthday!” you gushed, failing to notice how he gave you an offended look.

He cleared his throat to get your attention away from the card, “Actually, I made that myself.”

Your eyes widened at that, lips pressing together so hard that it hurt as you tried not to burst out in laughter. You coughed, trying to mask the chuckles that still left your lips, “Oh babe. That’s um.. I love the card! The attention to all the details on the little cake is so cute!”

He would’ve remarked something snarky, you knew it. But instead, he pointed to the glasses, both of you placing them on your noses before you looked up just in time. Any laughter and giggle left you when you lost yourself in the view above you, mesmerised by the simple natural phenomenon that had you awestruck.

Floating in the eternal void called space, the Earth finally aligned with the sun and moon perfectly, shifting in between and colouring the latter a faint red. It was almost as if your planet’s natural satellite had become angered at the interruption of the sun’s illumination, separated from its lover and showing it in the furious hues of red and orange.

You laughed a little at the thought, sighing right after as your hand moved to find the one of your own lover, clutching it until he moved closer. His fingers left yours soon though, his arm instead wrapping around your shoulder as he pulled you in, your head resting on his chest comfortably as you watched the beauty in the sky silently. With how the colours of the moon changed slowly, the stars were momentarily forgotten, the soft breeze of the spring day grazing your cheeks pleasantly.

And as soon as everything had started, it had ended as well, the Earth finally reconciling the couple in your solar system and you stretched your legs, looking at him in awe. He was folding the glasses in his hands, teeth nibbling at his lower lip nervously without looking at you.

“Joonie,” you called before his stare met yours, eyes so big and confused at his own name that you knew something was off.

But he softened soon, gaze shifting from yours to your nose and settling on your lips. Without a warning, his hand cupped your face softly, mouths colliding and moving tenderly. When he backed away, you smiled, asking, “You’re distracting yourself from the pretty view because of kisses.”

“You’re the prettiest view though.”

“You know exactly what I mean,” you sang-song, wiping the hair away from his eyes.

He pressed you closer, still looking at your lips longingly, his expression nearly melancholic as he whispered, “The eclipse is over.”

“Still.”

“You’re here in my arms. The stars, sun and moon? They aren’t.” Despite loving you more than he’d ever considered possible, his lips on yours were the only thing that could distract him from his nervousness, his pounding heart and his shaking limbs.

Your smile melted his insides entirely, your features so soft and inviting that he couldn’t help but let out an overwhelmed sigh, fingers only pressing into you harder as you said, “I’d totally forgotten about the eclipse today.”

“Well, I’d been planning this for quite some while. Wanted to show you something that’s almost as fascinating as you.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, it is.” The chairs were uncomfortable, but with him, things always felt peaceful and calming, no space to complain ever.

“Okay then,” you started, kissing his cheek just once, “then show the birthday girl how fascinating she is for you.”

“Are you sure I should?”

And here was the nervous nibbling and distressed gaze again, by now worrying you a little as he took a deep breath. “Are you okay?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed. “Did I say something wrong?”

Namjoon was quick to shake his head, waving his hand to dismiss your worries, “You could never, baby.”

“Then what’s up, why do you look so nervous?”

He fidgeted on his spot for a second, trying to come up with the right words to say. “Well, you see, Y/N,” he started, slowly going down on one knee as he pulled out a velvet box from his pocket.

Your breath hitched as you looked at him in shock. Was he going to do what you thought he was?

“You know, I was always a happy, optimistic person and didn’t think life could get better, more wholesome with everything I already had,” he started, taking the glistening in your eyes as a good signal as he continued, “But that was until I met you.”

You could feel the warm tears run down your cheeks and onto the ground, your nails digging into your palms, twitching to reach out for him and hug him as close to you as possible.

“The way you just got me, how you understood me and how we can spend all the nights under this damn sky, look at all the stars and eclipses and shooting stars, and their beauty will still never compare to you. We talk about nothing and everything without any judgement, bicker about the stupidest things but also delve into such deep talks the next second, that’s the happiness you make me feel.”

There was a clear pause, still something his heart carried, a few words he wanted to say that were the sole reason you didn’t drop to your knees and pressed your lips against his.

“And frankly, I want to keep feeling like this forever,” he said, his voice shaking at the end as the nerves took over yet again. Opening the box in his hand, he presented a beautiful ring that glinted under the moonlight as he finally asked, “So, what do you say, Y/N? Want to make me the happiest man alive and spend the rest of our lives together?”

And finally, your knees gave out, cheeks aching from how hard you were smiling as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss, whispering ‘yes’ over and over again.

Pulling back from you, he looked into your eyes, his own looking as if they were shining. “Are you sure?” he asked, his wide anticipation filled eyes reminding you of a puppy.

“Of course I am! Of course, Joon, I love you so much,” you replied, pulling him back into another kiss, smiling as you felt him put the ring on your finger.

You broke the kiss, looking down to inspect the ring that sat on your finger. “It’s beautiful.”

Namjoon smiled, pulling you into his embrace and placing a kiss on top of your head. “Not as beautiful as you.”

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timextoxhajima · 3 years

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Grounded: Level 4

Level 3 | Level 5

Member: Minho (Lee Know)

Genre: idol minho x idol trainee reader

Taglist: @jaehyvnsvalentine @licorice526 @lolwhatameme @felixn-recs

[A P R I L 2 0 1 9]

The date was the 4th of April, 2019. It’s almost like Yeonjun knew, and that was exactly the reason why he had invited you to go watch TXT’s Inkigayo stage.

They were used to it, being nominated for top two but never winning, even after two years. It sucks to watch them wait nervously for the results to come out, the thought ‘it won’t be us’ floating about in their heads despite those stage smiles and those strong fronts.

You were finally pulled to your feet with your hands over your mouth when the results were finally broadcasted, and Jisung’s face gave it all away. Then, there was your ex-classmate, whose lips were hung agape, and Chan’s eyes that were filled, not with surprise but with the sheer amount of gratitude he had for the job he was finally doing after 7 years of training.

You were here for TXT, but Yeonjun knew you were rooting for Stray Kids.

A frown comes over your face when the desire to just break out into ugly sobs overwhelms your entire respiratory system. The camera pans, and all you see is Seungmin jumping with joy with his arms around Changbin and Minho.

The smile on his face was irreplaceable. The same way Earth’s moon could never be replaced. Not by Jupiter’s Moons, not by Saturn’s moons, nothing. It’s like the stars aligned based off their hard work and God finally said, you all deserve to reap the rewards of your efforts.

The tears tumble over your lower lids when you see Chan cry, then Jisung cannot regain his composure, with Seungmin and Changbin following suit. But your eyes cannot leave Minho.

He is happy.

He is proud.

He is standing where he was born to be.

Each scene plays out like life was running in split seconds, and you could absorb every moment of it, and yet before you know it, TXT comes back to their dressing room where you were waiting.

It is written all across Yeonjun’s face that he’s just satisfied with himself that he didn’t invite you for nothing. But something surprising surges through you, and it motivates you to throw your arms around Yeonjun in a bid to express your gratitude.

“Whoa!” Your weight shoves him back a few steps, and his arms come around your shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Shaking your head, you can hear his racing heart beat from the adrenaline of being on stage. The other members are packing up, so you aren’t really bothered when your tears start to stain his shirt. “Just... thank you, for inviting me today.”

“Aw, come on. It’s nothing. I just had a gut feeling they’d win today, thought you would like to witness that for yourself.”

The panic starts dripping into the warmth he’s providing you. It’s the same feeling you got when Minho had encouraged you to persist on for your performances.

You pull away, eyes tilting upwards to meet his.

It takes you exactly two seconds to realise that you’re more comfortable looking into his eyes than Minho’s, which is alarming.

“But anyway,” He releases you, and the lack of physical contact sucks some disappointment out from you. “It’s time to go, unless you want to wait for Stray Kids.”

“I...” Minho has his career now. I can’t make him choose, right? It’s time to let go. It’s time to move on. It’s time to forget about him. “No, it’s fine. I can text Hyunjin later.”

“What?” There’s a gentle frown on his forehead; you already know what’s running through his head. “What about Lee-”

“I can ask Hyunjin to forward the congratulations to the whole group, it’ll be fine.”

It’s not fine. Because I know how much Hyunjin is going to hate it.

Back in the comfort of your bed (though you would very much prefer the one you have at home), you scroll through your chats, searching for Hyunjin, and unironically noticing that your chat with Minho was almost non-existent anymore.

You stare at the screen for so long, it blacks out, now feeding you with your own dark reflection. The light from the corridor that’s the only thing illuminating your room was a speck white in your irises, even in the reflection.

Shutting your eyes, you let the content of the texts sink in - who was Hyunjin kidding? Who were you kidding?

Had there anything between Minho and I, it would’ve happened, right?

Now that he’s an idol, there’s nothing that could happen between the two of you.

What’s JYP going to do if one of his newly debuted idols get into-

No.

It’s not going to happen. Because Minho doesn’t have feelings for me the same way I had feelings for him.

I don’t need Minho anymore.

You put your phone on airplane mode and await the next day. Training, training, and more training.

It’s not like he ever needed me anyway, right?

[J U L Y 2 0 1 9]

What the fuck am I even looking at?

Just what the fu-

What the fucking-

“y/n,” Soobin wraps his fingers around his phone despite it still being in your hold. “Can I- Can I have my phone back- Please-”

Just who does he think he is? Prancing around in that stupid white top to some deep jazz music-

He finally snatches his phone away from you, and you’re left with the rigidity of your knuckles folded and crumpled like you were still holding it.

[Stray Kids : SKZ-PLAYER] Lee Know "DAWN(새벽)"

“What, cat got your tongue?” Beomgyu snickers, just missing a harsh swipe of your hand from you.

“Cut it out,” Yeonjun comes from behind and shoves his head forward playfully into a head lock, ruffling his hair. The sight of both Yeonjun and Minho stirs the lazy, but very difficult-to-put-to-sleep creature in your heart. Though one of them was just dancing in a space in a video on the screen, it feels like both are yearning for your attention.

Of course, you’d never admit it to anybody. Not even yourself.

“No, I’m just... Surprised.”

Taehyun’s in a game with Kai, but he still manages that sneaky look at you above his phone. “Surprised that he’s got individual content or surprised that you still get affected by what he does?”

Kai sucks his lips between his teeth, the attempt to hide his cheeky grin futile. Soobin watches you roll your eyes and shake your head to yourself, empathising with you.

“I’ve got an idea-”

“I don’t think I want to hear it, Gyu-” Aggressively shaking your head, you throw him the meanest glare you can conjure from your eyeballs.

“How about you go to JYP and surprise him? Congratulate him on his individual content?”

It piques the members’ interest. Now, even Yeonjun was giving you those eyes that said “hey, that’s not such a bad i--”

“No,” The leather sofa creaks a little when you push yourself off it, removing yourself from the dressing room where they were having rehearsals for KCON 2019.

“Aw, come on,” Yeonjun’s groan sounds like a puppy begging to go on a walk. Ironic that it’s coming from an older boy that much taller than you, that much more respectable than you. “It’ll be fun. They’re going for KCON in LA in August and I’ll be back by then. We can bring them a basket of fruit or something.”

“I might just go with ‘or something’-”

“Let me rephrase that,” Yeonjun points to you with that mischief in his eyes, coming between you and the door of the dressing room. “We can bring them a basket of fruit, you can have a chat with Lee Know, wish them good luck on their trip to LA and we’ll be on our way. All you gotta do is order that basket and by the time we come back from KCON New York, we’ll be good to go.”

You squint at Yeonjun, slightly suspicious of how hard he’s selling you the idea, until you remember that he’s got a heart of gold, the kind that’s making you feel confused and at an absolute loss of words.

“I’ll go with you,” He leans forward a little, hands on your shoulders and slightly shaking your frame. “I’ll ask Changbin for this favour, tell him we’ll be dropping by and keep it a surprise for Lee Know, how does that sound?”

No. I don’t want to be in the same room as you and Minho, God damn it.

Your lungs deflate and your shoulders slump, gaze avoiding his for a split second before they resign and turn back to him.

“Yes!” Yeonjun clenches his fist and holds them before his chest, his head thrown back in triumph. “You’ve all seen it!” Suddenly acting like he was in a play, he wraps an arm around you and gestures out into the air, not engaging any of his members who were all occupied with their own phones. “On the road to redeeming your friendship with Lee Know!”

Finally releasing you, he runs his hand through his hair and struts across the room. The words reach you, despite him walking away and they still somehow sink into your bones, but you can no longer contain the whirlpool of emotions swirling around like a tornado in your gut.

“Man, y’know how frustrating it is to watch that conversation between you and Lee Know go down? Time to set this right...”

And his voice fades out slowly, only because you can’t help but compare the likes of Minho and Yeonjun. Both boys have your heart, but one doesn’t need you, and the other’s trying to push you to the latter.

What a fucking mess.

After TXT leaves for the stage again, you are left to return to BigHit to continue training - you scored an A for dancing the last evaluation round, but a B for rapping and a C for vocals.

Not a great start.

The trainee manager comes to pick you up, updates you on the progress your fellow trainees have made, but none of it gets into your head.

Your phone’s just given you a reminder of your private Instagram’s memories, and all you can process are Minho’s face appearing over and over and over again back when you were both back-up dancers for BTS.

First, the only thing that’s running through your mind was how precious memories are. Grains of sand that fly away in the wind or get washed away by the ocean when it comes by the shore - always existing but never always around. His little bunny teeth that shone under the light of the back-up dancer’s dressing room, and his habit of sticking a napkin to his forehead so his facial oil wouldn’t glisten with the sweat. He’s taking his time to munch on his burrito while scrolling through his Instagram, completely unaware of your mindless zooming in on his face - it’s something his members like to do now too.

When you see a picture of yourself on his back on the last day of being BTS’ backup dancer though, that’s when the tears start to gradually covet the surface of your eyeballs. The pinches in your chest present themselves as deeper breaths when you try to control and maintain your composure. The trainees’ manager probably going to look at you weird when he sees you crying at your phone silently.

But how can you not, when all the memories with Minho seems so far away, they feel unreal? They feel like dreams you had that were forgotten over time; they feel like cotton candy when they melt in your mouth. Sweet, then nothing.

Maybe he’s just another chapter in your life that’s ended. He was just here to show you what you could do, and not stick around to watch you succeed at it.

Maybe this was it.

[A U G U S T 2 0 1 9]

“Is that the one and only Choi Yeonjun standing in JYP territory?!” Changbin’s loud voice echoes down the hallway before your sunbae can complete his request to the lady at the lobby of the building.

“Having fun training for KCON?” Yeonjun pulls back from the counter, previously leaning on it.

“They’re with me, thanks,” Changbin leans over one of the barricades and informs the lady, who presses a button and the barricades whir open. “Tell me about it. It’s been such a busy year. How have you been? You just came back from...”

“New York.”

“Right, right. Ours is in LA so,” Changbin trails off as he presses the lift button before turning to you. “You are... Hyunjin’s classmate, right?”

“The one and only,” You extend your palm to Changbin, who takes it with some slight surprise.

“Do your members know we’re here?” Yeonjun’s innocent question was short of being interrupted by the lift arriving.

“Nah, you wanted it to be a surprise right?” Changbin grins at the both of you through the reflection of the lift doors. The plastic wrap of the gift basket in your hands crinkle under the pressure of your grip.

“Man, isn’t this fun? You get to show up, unannounced, give everybody something and then make up with Lee Know!”

“Lee Know?” The name draws a frown upon Changbin’s face. He looks lost for some moments before you can imagine the lightbulb that brightens above his head. “Ah- You’re that trainee that got casted by BigHit who was in the back-up dancer’s dance crew for BTS.”

A weak smile helps you ease his guess.

“Right, right, right, right,” He nods, eyes slowly gravitating to the ground, then the words are so low, you don’t think you were supposed to hear it. “Ah... so you’re her.”

The lift doors open to a floor where you can hear the booming - though muffled - music from inside a studio, and you can hear the makings of a group of boys trapped in four walls. Changbin had barely gotten the door open when you hear Jisung yelling at someone for pinching Jeongin’s cheeks.

“Oh!” The maknae was the first to see you coming through the door behind Changbin, and before Yeonjun. “Noona-”

“Surprise!” Yeonjun yells from behind you, raising both his arms into the air. “I hope we aren’t interrupting anything important. Changbin said today was just a more chill training day for you guys.”

Chan is the first one to greet Yeonjun. “No worries, we were just having a break.”

“This is y/n, in case you didn’t already know her. We brought something for you,” Yeonjun nods to the gift basket you almost forgot you were holding.

“Oh! Yes, right. This- This is for you to share,” Awkwardly handing the leader the gift basket, Felix and Seungmin come by to help with the gift, thanking both you and Yeonjun at the same time.

“You didn’t have to,” Chan watches his younger members scramble to the pot of gold. “I’m surprised you even have time to come here.”

Yeonjun grins and rubs the back of his neck with some slight exasperation. “No, we had time. It’s fine. Also, do you happen to know where-”

“Yah! I leave for 10 minutes and you guys just sto-”

The entire’s room attention is drawn towards the second door on the far left of the studio, and Minho enters with some bottles of water with Hyunjin trailing behind him. There is a heavy, awkward silence in the air when everybody watches you lock eye contact with Minho, whose feet are slowly but surely inching forward to the crowd.

“Hyung!” Changbin is the first to break the tension, dashing over and throwing an arm around him. “y/n and Yeonjun just dropped by to hand us a gift basket to wish us luck on our LA KCON trip.”

“You,” Hyunjin leaves the bottles of water on the floor and heads for you, pulling you into a head lock and ruffling your hair. “When were you planning on visiting?” He whispers into your head, only loud enough for you to hear.

“I didn’t know I was expected, dipshit,” You struggle a little before you feel his grip around your neck loosen, standing straight up again to comb down your hair.

Hyunjin crosses his arms across his chest and glances at Changbin introducing Yeonjun to Minho whilst Chan was busy handling the younger members.

“Well, for one thing, I know nobody was expecting Yeonjun. I can’t say the same for you.”

Your hair slaps your face when you whip your head to look at Hyunjin, whose attention is now smugly stuck on Minho.

The man did not look happy for some reason.

#lee know scenarios #lee know #stray kids #skz #stray kids lee know #skz lee know #lee know fanfic #skz lee minho #stray kids minho

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soysaucevictim · 3 years

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Taste The Heat

Summary: Remus has many reasons he enjoys doing exercise. It’s healthy. It’s distracting… let’s just say, there’s “self care” and then there’s self care. (Sanders Sides, Gym Rat AU. One-shot. Ao3 link.)

Genres: Slice of Life, PWP (?), Character Study (???)

Characters: Remus-centric. Roman, Patton, Logan, and Janus mentioned.

Relationships: Background Creativitwins (familial)

Warnings: S3xual content, masturbation, AFAB anatomy, frot, exhibitionism, omo (not emphasized), BDSM (mentioned), vomit (mentioned), monsterfucking (mentioned), Remus Being Remus, Trans Masc / Nonbinary Remus

It was a realization he had a couple years into this whole fitness journey or whatever his friends would call it.

Like, he wasn’t naive about basic anatomy.

He thought he knew some tried and true tricks to get the motor running. He’s seen himself some delights in the BDSM scene and he’s yawned about the more vanilla approaches to getting the rocks off. Don’t get him STARTED on all the kudos he dropped on monsterfucker fics. (Okay, actually, he’d love that. Please do.)

Padre and Microsoft Turd would happily tell him he was just making the old ticker good and strong. Which he’d grant them that, it’s nice not being as easily winded as he used to be as a bored-out-of-his-mind couch potato.

Anyways, unlike his brother’s over-achieving ass. He didn’t really walk into his workouts with much of a plan. He just loved how it all felt, loving the stimulation – to melt his stress and restless energy.

Feeling like you’re thirsty for air. Feeling like your body is on fire. Feeling like you’re about to puke your guts out.

Oh, but that’s not the FUN part. (Shocker, I know. Get it? You know “two in the pink...” well, he’d definitely snicker at that thought.)

He was pretty sure those guys or Jannie would happily prattle on about all the benefits of exercise. They’d probably enjoy educating him on the whys and the hows. But all Remus gave a shit about was that it felt awesome.

There were many exercises he loved to experience. Some because they looked silly and were fun to exaggerate.

Like there’s one where he gets to look like a donkey, kicking backwards. Blah blah, good for the hams, blah. He totally brayed just to see the look of embarrassment from his brother.

Or one that looks like a dog taking a leak. Something about hip flexors, or something. He even squeezed his eyes shut and made an excessively long “Ssss…” noise for effect.

Garnering an exasperated, “I hereby disown you as my brother. I do not know you. Good day, sir.”

(After everything the two of them had been through, he knew Roman was never serious about that.)

Or one that looks like you’re literally humping the air! (Not going to lie, that one hits the spot sometimes too. A perk to working out – no one knows if those stray grunts and moans were from exertion or something hornier.)

But there was one type of maneuver that really got him starry eyed.

Jumping jacks.

Why did elementary and high school PE class fail him so hard (hah) that he hadn’t known of their sorcery!? One could go on a tirade about how shitty the state of sex education is and was.

He wasn’t really fond of all the flowery euphemistic shit directed at half the class about the subject. He saw “Carrie”, he knew what to expect. Well, mostly. Granted, having telekinesis as part of the puberty package would have kicked ass. Why’d he have to be in one of the boring universes where that wasn’t a thing?

Anyways, he was in the zone, during one of these workout sessions.

10. 20. 30...

He had a small amount of stiffness in the Achilles while they got all warmed up. Slowly, his calves got to a lovely burn. Being a certain glutton for punishment made that part so satisfying already. But this stage was merely the hors d'oeuvres.

40. 50...

How satisfying it was to bounce to the beat of his music, feeling like all his systems started to tick in time like a metronome. It was already approaching a state of Zen – which his constantly restless brain always appreciated.

60. 69 - pffft. Nonono. Keep going! You’ve barely gotten started!

70. Almost… the blood flow and the way the seam of his shorts rhythmically rubbed against him was starting to feel good.

80. Almost there… the endorphins and happy chemicals had to be kicking in now. The burn falling away from focus.

90. Come on… he knew it was coming. He believed his own sweat and other fluids helped in letting the hood press and slide against his now awake clit.

100. The pressure of his thighs and pelvic floor clenching for every rep and the friction of it all started to make him tingle.

110. Just a little more...

120. Stars. It was like an electric shock that sent a shiver up his spine. He wondered if he pissed himself. He wanted to stop right there and take his hand down to keep that stimulation going to a fever-pitch. But, no, not yet.

He wanted to make this last for as many sets as he could. And his calves needed to recover.

He gave himself 2 minutes tops.

After shaking himself loose, it was time for round two! (FIGHT.)

130. 140. 150…

Anticipation and arousal were already speeding up.

150. He was sweating buckets.

160. 170…

He felt himself start to quiver.

180… BAM. Another explosion. He was certain he was wet now. He wanted to crumple and go manual and moan loudly and ugly. But what eked out of his mouth was a giddy shudder.

He took a few deep breathes and rested another minute or so.

His mouth getting dry on him, he had the presence of mind to chug down some water.

Again! AGAIN!

190. 200. 210…

He was hyper-aware of the feeling of engorgement. He was about to keen again, feeling how sensitized he had become.

220. 230…

Sheer bliss stole his breath. He felt like he was practically floating. He could barely feel his arms anymore.

240. Woof. Words and thoughts started falling apart in his mind, at that point.

He had to to say it was one of the perks of having a "front hole" – multiple climaxes.

Or to put in another way, the savage lands held many adventures. If he was feeling particularly eloquent, which he wasn’t at that point.

Sometimes it was too easy to forget how many sets he managed to get through in a session – often only stopping because his shoulders and calves stopped working anymore.

Oh gods, was he going to be sore for days after this. He was going to hobble around like an old person. Moving around was going to be painful and hilarious. He already felt them start to ache – faintly wondering if he overdid it again and pulverized the hell out of them.

That didn’t stop him from releasing an exhausted cackle, “WORTH IT.”

“What?”

“Man, if working out doesn’t get you hard, I don’t know WHAT you’re doing with your life.”

“Aaand I immediately regret asking the question. Thanks.”

Remus cackled some more and sauntered, okay it was more like he limped, over to the bathroom to finish himself off. He forgot just how much water he guzzled to stay hydrated, so he needed to relieve himself anyways. To be sure, that added to the fun.

Most people would think it disgusting to do in a public bathroom, but that’s a fuck he could never give. No one else was in there anyways.

Being able to just sigh in complete contentment after it all, was enough.

This didn’t happen every day, because he was only human. Regrettably. And he was no stranger to biting off more than he could chew. (Hey, at least it was still only 1-2 with Roman for hospital visits… in recent memory. From workouts, anyways.)

He took that experience to be even more curious about where he can rediscover that piece of euphoria in as many sessions he possibly could, going forward. Besides occasionally rubbing his brother’s nose in beating his records – the only PB he gave a shit about was how many covert jollies he could squeeze out of himself.

If he ever decided to clue people in... the regulars at the gym have eventually learned it best not to ask him to elaborate on what that was about.

Especially not Steve.

#spilled musing #sanders sides #remus sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #janus sanders #not safe for sanders #(don't wanna softblock young-ins on this one but i will if i gotta)#(i don't write a lot of this kind of stuff so yeah)#(if no one follows my fandom blog they might be wondering where the hell this came from)#(more info on this one on ao3)#(remus just loves embarrassing his bro - as sibs are wont to do)#adventures with fitness #(sort of... grief is balls)#(but it was a lot of fun to write!)#gymrat au

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genshin-impact-fics · 3 years

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To Protect

Pairing: Kaiser x Albedo (OcXCanon)

Warning: If you haven't done the "We Will Be Reunited" chapter of the story know that this fic is kind of spolierish.

A/N: It's been a while since I've written a fic so I'm a lil on the rusty side. I'm also thinking of writing an alternative route/ending of this story which will go one of two ways I have in mind :3

It seemed that the Abyss Order was hunting down any sort of lead of powerful beings that the prince/princess could utilize to rid the world of the archons and gods alike from this world. It seemed like their latest target was a certain alchemist that spent his time up in the cold mountains of Dragonspine.

Once again Albedo was up in the harshly cold mountains working on a new experiment that should enhance a person’s resilience to the sheer cold in Dragonspine. If he could manage to create an effective formula then it would make traversing the cold land a little bit easier especially the knights that needed to be there; however the traveler was away doing commissions which meant he’d have to look for someone else which thankfully Albedo was able to once again request the help of his fellow knight member and friend Kaiser. The two were currently standing by a fire nearby the open area where the cyro hypostasis resides. “I’m not going to get sick from this one will I,” Kaiser asked while examining the liquid contents within the vile as last time he had her assist with an experiment, they quickly discovered that she happened to be very allergic to energy nectar. Albedo still felt terribly about that incident as he never wanted to harm others with his experiments though there just seemed to be some things that were out of his control; since then he’s made sure to not give her anything with any nectar in it, not wanting to see her suffer like she did again.

“I promise you that you shouldn’t get sick from this as I’ve taken the liberty of trying on myself first to ensure your safety. But because I don't get too bothered I needed someone who would best benefit from this,” he reassured her as yes after a prolonged amount of time he’ll get very cold so the data he’ll collect from this trail should give him a good understanding of where to go from there. “Right,” she said, opening it and drinking it all before handing back the empty vile. “So all I have to do is stay in the cold for however long until I feel like I’m freezing,” she reiterated to clarify what she was doing exactly. Giving a firm nod he gave a ghost of a smile before saying, “Yes you’re correct. I’ve mapped out areas with groups of hilichurl camps that you can take care of. If at any time you’re getting cold or don’t feel well we can rest at a safe spot and go over my findings.”

With that the two set out as Albedo led the way to the locations he plotted in advance. Things were going smoothly thus far as currently they were at the fourth location and Albedo watched in the short distance observing Kaiser fight the last frostarm lawachurl. Her movements swift and flawless, truly a beautiful sight to witness: the way her long black hair flowed in the chilled winds and flakes of snow, how the electricity she admitted danced around her, even the precision of her swordsmanship with her rapier. Albedo had the urge to take the time to draw this very moment to capture the elegance he saw in Kaiser, but stayed focused on keeping notes as he certainly had taken notice that her normal speed rate was decreasing possibly due to the cold most likely starting to take effect.

The frostarm lawachurl was finally defeated as Kaiser walked over rejoining Albedo and now that she was much closer he could easily see her cheeks and nose were a soft pink color. “How are you feeling,” he asked immediately as he was thinking of possibly calling this a stopping point so she could warm up not wanting her to over do it. “Feeling pretty cold but it isn’t unbearable. Shall we head to the next location? You said there were two more right so let's head out,” she said, turning to walk off but by instinct he quickly grabbed her wrist to stop her from going any further to which she seemed to instantly glance back at him with narrowed eyes. “I think we should at least to take a break and get you warmed up; you’ve surpassed the estimated time I initially hypothesized,” he voiced his opinion to the slightly taller woman. Letting out a small sign a puff of air came from Kaiser as she glanced at his hand that was holding her wrist before glancing back to him; he really was lucky she liked him because if this had been any other person she would have most likely beat the crap out of them by now. “I’ll be fine, besides it shouldn’t take that much longer right? Let’s just finish up and then I’ll rest,” she said persisting that they continue forth with the experiment. Much to his displeasure he decided to listen as he’d be sure to keep a little closer in case he needed to step in and finish the fight so he could get her somewhere warm and possibly mend what injuries she sustained.

For the fifth location they ended up in the open area that had a once active fighting mechanism as there happen to be a few hilichurls still hanging around. He watched as she went over to repeat her process of fighting enemies. His note taking didn’t last much longer as finally he succumbed to his urges of sketching Kaiser and even including the astonishing serpent made out of electricity that went around attacking the hilichurls. When it seemed like she finished off the last one suddenly more came running out of nowhere to attack. Not wasting a second he tossed his clipboard aside to assist her in fighting as surely she had to have been at her tolerant limit.

“I had it perfectly under control. I didn’t need help,” Kaiser said, looking over to Albedo after the last one fell. Her face was much more redder in the nose and cheeks as he could see how she tried to refrain from shivering; letting out a sigh he shouldn’t be surprised, she really does do everything to finish a job by any means necessary. Letting out a small sigh he now stood in front of Kaiser as he was grateful for her hard work but he also worried for her well being. “Yes I know but the way all those hilichurls came out of nowhere was very strange almost as if-” he was saying now holding his chin as he was speculating until suddenly there was a large and strange portal that opened up a couple feet away from the two knights. The two exchanged glances before looking at the portal as two abyss mages came floating out and another one came out that they’ve never seen before: a very tall being dressed in full armor that was dark blue stood between the two mages. “So it is true that the prince of chalk walks these lands. My highness will be pleased with our findings,” the armored being spoke.

Albedo was confused by what this being was saying, but regardless it didn’t sound good. Gripping her rapier tighter in her grasp despite the violent chills running up and down her spine she was prepared to fight. “You’re in no condition to fight,” Albedo said as he knew this fight would be pretty much unavoidable yet he feared that at this rate she’s at a high risk of falling ill and even possibly fainting during battle. “I’ll worry about it later,” she simply said before she was gone in a flash of purple electricity for him to see her already attacking the tall figure with whatever full force she had left in herself. Quick to join the fight he could only wonder if this was the same being that Jean mentioned from the incident that took place in Wolvendom not too long ago. The mages were the easier ones to take out; however, it seemed that even with the two of them against what they learned was to be an abyss Herald was surprisingly difficult. It was when a large burst of water sent them flying back some leaving a couple of feet that separated the two. In a fit of coughing Kaiser slowly pushed herself back up; her body feeling like she fell in the cold waters that surrounded the area, at this point it felt so cold that it was burning. Albedo also recovered from the knock back looking over to check on his dear friend who seemed to not be faring well and how the Herald was staring in her direction, that didn’t sit well with him. “What an interesting display of power,” the Herald said before turning his attention onto Albedo before continuing with “But onto more pressing matters.”

The Herald was beginning to speak in an old language chanting some sort of spell that soon enough right underneath Albedo a circle with various symbols began to appear in a glowing purple color. The glowing beneath him caught his attention causing his teal eyes to widen in surprise; his body standing still instead of moving to get outside of the mysterious circle trying to read the symbols. The glowing only seemed to grow stronger as more purplish mist came from the ground, he might have just left himself in a bad situation. The sound of running boots crunching in the snow didn’t register to him until he was broken out of his thinking when feeling hands harshly pushing him away as he heard, “Move it!” Feeling the cold snow that he landed in it fully brought him back to earth; the sound of rattling chains rung in his ears.

Quick to look over where he once stood to see what happened his eyes widened in terror; Kaiser was trapped completely binded by chains that had that eerily purple mist around it. “Kaiser,” Albedo called her name as once again she protected him from a dangerous situation. His stomach turned feeling nauseous and his chest stung as if it was being twisted. Kaiser looked like she was trying to struggle against the chains yet it was clear she didn’t have much energy to keep up the struggling for too long. “How unexpected,” the Herald said without much of a change in it’s tone. “Get out of here,” Kaiser said looking over to him from the corner of her eye wincing out of pain from trying to breath. Looking over to her he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, she was asking him to just… abandon her here? Shaking his head in a quick no manner he loudly claimed, “I simply cannot just abandon you here by yourself! I will do no such thing.”

“I’m not asking, I’m telling you to leave me here and head down the mountain!”

“But-”

“Can it! Go and alert the others, I’ll try to hold on for as long as I can,” Kaiser said internally knowing it wouldn’t be for that much longer before she blacked out. He’s never felt so useless in his life before yet here he was unmoving from his spot on the snow covered ground unsure of what to do. He was starting to blame himself for everything and there wasn’t a thing he could do to save the person he deeply cared about.

“For someone who holds so much animosity towards the world you still protect its people. Why? Why oppose the Abyss Order,” the abyss Herald asked as Albedo looked at Kaiser. He knew of her past from the stories she’s trusted him enough to tell him and so he understood her anguish… But he never really realized how deep the anger she harbored truly ran. “Just because I hate the world… Doesn’t mean I- have to hate… Everyone in… It,” she managed to speak through her teeth.

Out of nowhere did a tornado come flying through hitting the abyss member and causing him to be pulled away a bit. “You leave our friends alone,” the familiar high pitched voice of Paimon could be heard as much to Albedo’s relief as the traveler had shown up just at the perfect time. Watching the traveler fight against the Herald was outstanding. While the fight was progressing Albedo noticed the chains suddenly disappearing around Kaiser and her body starting to fall over he was quick on his feet and stopped her from falling into the snow. Landing on his knees he held her close feeling her trembling unconscious body against his. Her already pale enough skin now looked almost porcelain white, he couldn’t waste any more time; he needed to get her back to the safety of the lab. Adjusting her and picking her up into his arms he made a hasty escape, the two of them wouldn’t have been any help to the traveler in their condition, they would have just gotten in the way.

Thank the archons that he managed to get back to his lab in the cave safely, but this wasn’t the time to take it easy. Quickly but carefully laying Kaiser at a safe distance from the fire he rushed to get the first aid kit and whatever medicine he had on hand that could help with her recovery. Never had he felt this… Frazzled in his life. Albedo was always so calm and collected he usually was always able to think logically, but now his brain was racing. Cleaning and mending her wounds he wrapped her in two layers of blankets that they kept just in case for the nights if anyone was staying for the night to help warm her up. Sitting beside her to observe her condition though so far she was doing well: the color in her skin was slowly coming back, her breathing didn’t seem to be too strained or shallow, and thankfully nothing appeared to be broken though she may have a bruised rib or two at most. Gently running an ungloved hand over her cheek before brushing some of her black locks away from her face. “Oh Katherine, what am I going to do with you,” he softly questioned himself using her actual name; he thought her name was beautiful and befitting of her yet she didn’t agree.

Hours had passed until she finally awoken as a soft groaning escaped her lips. It took her a moment to register where she was as she tried to recall what happened since the last thing she remembered before passing out was a vortex of wind hitting the abyss Herald. “Please refrain from getting up. Your body needs rest, you put yourself under a lot more stress than you should have,” Albedo advised her while walking over to kneel by her to check on her. She didn’t heed his words as she proceeded to carefully sit up feeling the soreness of her body. “Katherine your wounds won’t heal if you don’t take the time to rest.”

“What did I say about using my name?”

“Well you did say that I can be permitted to call you as such when it was just us Katherine,” he said in a matter of fact tone unable to contain the soft sigh. “I hate when you do that,” she said with a soft narrowed look as though she may have sounded annoyed, but it didn’t match the slightly amused expression on her face. A soft chuckle left his lips as he felt a little bit better seeing she wasn’t acting much different from how she usually did so at least that was a good sign. The two ate the meal Albedo cooked for the two of them as he filled her in on what she missed and how he sent the traveler to go ahead back to the headquarters to report what happened to Jean. After having finished eating and her taking medicine the two sat quietly in front of the fire. The only sound to be heard was the crackling of the fire and the whistling of the cold winds outside of the cave.

“You can’t keep doing this,” Albedo’s words breaking the silence between the two, looking over to her with a soft expression. Looking over she raised an eyebrow confused.

“Doing what?”

“Almost getting killed for protecting me.”

“Albedo if I didn’t save you when I did you would have been captured by the abyss order for whatever they’re planning! One thing for sure is that they’d turn you against us,” she rebutted as sure being in dangerous situations was something she was used to before being brought into the Knights of Favonius. “E-Eh, hey wait why are you crying,” she said in a slightly panicked manner as never in the time she’s known him has she seen him cry; actually she was pretty sure that he had just about never cried yet here he was. He hadn’t fully noticed the tears falling from his eyes as he felt a rippling pain in his chest listening to her as the events from earlier replayed in his head.

“Even if they did capture me I’d at least know you were safe. I wouldn’t have been able to forgive myself if that creature had taken or killed you,” he honestly spoke as calmly rubbing one eye and the tears just didn’t seem to stop. Surely he would feel even more guilty if he had been the reason behind her and everyone else he cared about suffered, but he knew if it came to that Albedo had faith that the traveler or Kaiser would stop him. The slight irritation she felt from the conversation at hand subsided while listening to him talk. Letting out a sigh she carefully moved herself before reaching her arms out to grab him as she said, “You idiot, come here.” Hugging him around his neck she held him close as there was a moment of hesitation until he wrapped his arms around her completing the embrace. “Everything is fine now, we’re both alive… I’m sorry that I overdid things again. If I had just listened maybe we wouldn’t have gotten into that mess,” she said, speaking in a much softer tone than her usual cold tone, her face turning a light pink color.

Albedo pulled away to look at his beloved friend who he had come to cherish so much; how the fire gave her a soft orangish red glow to her figure. “It wasn’t your fault, you were just helping me as neither of us knew that attack was going to happen… I really do value the time we get to spend together, so please promise me that you’ll continue to stay by my side,” he spoke freely taking one of her hands into his own feeling the slight roughness of her hand. For someone who almost never made any kind of expression that showed his emotion, the faces he made were pretty cute. “... Yeah, I pinkie promise,” she said letting out a small chuckle before leaning in to give his cheek a kiss before resting her head on his shoulder feeling the tiredness kicking in again.

“A pinkie promise?”

“Hehe, what can I say; us Snezhnayans take our promises very seriously.”

“Is that so? I’d be interested to hear more if you’re willing to share,” he commented as it was comfortable being cuddled up like this by the fire, Albedo found it very pleasant to be this close to the female knight. The rest of the night Kaiser shared the old nursery rhyme and stories of her past along with the things she’s encountered during her travels in the past until the two of them fell asleep in each other's arms.

#genshin impact #oc x canon #genshin x oc #genshin fanfic #genshin albedo #albedo #fanfic #genshin traveler #abyss herald #genshin x reader #oc #genshin oc

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amydancepants-peralta · 4 years

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44 or 52 pls! :)

Hi anon! I tossed up over the two for a bit there, but here goes!

Here is 52: “I thought you knew.” 💕

☀️ The sun feels warm on Amy’s skin, and as a refreshingly cool breeze rushes through her hair she finds it next to impossible not to break out into a grin. Today was turning out to be a pretty great day.

Given that over the years the Santiago family have spread themselves out over various states and cities, it has always been considered a sizeable task to get more two or more members in the same place and the same time - major family events excluded. Perhaps that was why today felt particularly special; an impromptu gathering in the park leading to three of her brothers (and their extended family) occupying a decent amount of space in a park thirty minutes drive from her and Jake’s apartment.

The infectious giggles of two of Amy’s cousins, Maria and Eddie, bubble up to her ears as they zoom past, far too intent on winning their game of chase to acknowledge their tia as their tiny feet kick up blades of grass. Their father, Luis, stands over to Amy’s right, manning the grill and holding his ground in a relatively level-headed disagreement with David about the ‘right way’ to barbecue the meat they were serving with lunch. To her left, her sister-in-law Clarissa teaches her and Andrew’s daughter how to play patty cake. The relaxed joviality that can only be brought about by the gathering of loved ones is floating in the air around them, and Amy is endlessly thankful that both she and Jake had the chance to join in today.

Six months have passed since the birth of their daughter - since, in one evening, Amy had experienced both excruciating pain and an abundance of elation, all within five short hours - and it felt like both yesterday and a million years ago, all at the same time.

It had been an interesting few months to begin with (babies, she had quickly learned, are not interested in following any schedules you may have put together, no matter how meticulous they may be); and it was only in the last ten or so weeks that the three of them had finally been able to figure out a routine. Finally, their little girl was starting to sleep through the night, and she and Jake have learned to adjust to their new normal (which always seems to be changing; but if there is anyone that has taught Amy Santiago to expect the unexpected, it’s Jake Peralta).

None of it has been easy - most of the great things in life rarely were - but she would do it all again in a nanosecond, just for the sheer joy of hearing her daughter’s laugh for the first time.

Today, Amy stands amongst family with freshly cut hair (thanks largely to her husband taking an extra day off yesterday, pushing her out their front door with a declaration that today is Amy Day), wearing one of her favourite dresses and lending out a helping hand as she talks to other adults about topics other than teething and feeding schedules, and it all feels kind of amazing.

A stray breeze grabs a hold of a pile of napkins that had been sitting at the table, throwing them carelessly over the surrounding grass, and Amy scrambles quickly - desperate to catch them before they fall victim to the trampling feet of her many nieces and nephews. It turns out to be an almost impossible task, excusing herself with a polite smile as she moves too close for comfort towards other people’s gatherings, snatching up the items as quickly as possible so that she can make a hasty exit.

It’s as she moves to grab the last offender that Amy manages to overhear a conversation, the guilt at eavesdropping only temporary as she picks up on the topic. There are two women to her left, both of whom were nursing what looked to be wine coolers in plastic cups, and one woman’s focus was on something (or rather, someone) in the distance before her.

“Ohmygodokay, Jenna … don’t look right away, but I’ve totally just found the hottest guy at this park.” There’s a pause, and then the voice continues. “I told you not to look right away!”

“Okay, okay - relax Rachel!” was the snarky reply, following up quickly with an “Okay, damn!”

Still keeping her head bowed, Amy’s wedding ring set sparkles in the sunlight as she reaches out to grab the last napkin, and it’s taking all of her restraint not to straighten up and look in the direction the women were facing.

“See? I told you I’d found the winner.”

“Mmmhmm, yep.”

“The height, the smile, the baby sling strapped around him … you know, I’ve never really been big on plaid, but on this guy it totally works.”

“It really does.”

It’s the mention of the plaid pattern that finally piques Amy’s curiosity, and she swivels her head as she stands, raising her free hand above her eyes to shield them from the sun as she studies the scene before her.

And honestly, the gossiping girls behind her were not wrong.

The hottest guy in the park was definitely walking towards them; and with an overwhelming surge of pride Amy notices that the hot guy is, in fact, her husband. He’s wearing the eco-friendly sunglasses she bought him for Christmas, and has their baby daughter safely strapped to his chest care of the sling that Gina had given Amy at her baby shower, and he’s honestly never looked hotter.

Returning from Diaper Duty - a role he shares equally with his wife without a single complaint, a fact that makes her love him all the more - Jake grins over at Amy when he notices her looking, lifting their daughter’s hand in a tiny wave as she moves towards the two of them.

“Hey babe,” he says as Amy nears him, lifting his index finger to his lips in a shhh motion as they fall into step together. “Sorry it took me so long. Bubba took a little longer than normal to settle, so she and I just kinda hung out for a little bit over by the flower beds, and then she totally zonked out.”

Craning her neck, Amy looks over at the tiny sleeping bundle resting against Jake’s chest, and she cannot help but feel her heart smile at the sight. “My god she’s adorable.”

“Ugh, I know right? Like, obviously we were going to make a cute baby. But this? It’s like a whole other level of cuteness. I literally cannot handle it.”

Slowing down her pace, Amy waits until she and Jake are standing on the outskirts of their family gathering before leaning in for another look, this time leaving a gentle kiss against the hat that sat on top of their daughter’s head. (Truly, there was no way anyone could have prepared her for how endearingly tiny all of their little girl’s clothing would turn out to be. Tiny hats! Teeny tiny socks! Ruffle covered bottoms! It was all too much, and yet never enough.)

“Here,” Jake offers, revealing a plucked daisy; the white petals looking far too small inside his crazily sexy hands. “We picked this for you.”

With her eyebrows raised in surprise, Amy looks up at Jake with a smile, taking the tiny flower and tucking into the juncture of her ear and hairline. “You two … are just the sweetest,” she mumbles, grabbing Jake’s hand and bringing it up to leave a kiss against his wedding ring. He grins in return, resting his hand against her lower back when she frees it, leading Amy gently towards the rest of the guests as lunch begins to be served.

It’s over an hour before Jake and Amy find themselves with a chance to pull away from the others, tidying up the remnants of lunch before standing off to the side and watching their cousins negotiate one last round of playtime before the drive home.

Resting her head against Jake’s shoulder as his right arm wraps around hers, Amy lets out a contented sigh. Apart from a brief moment of activity where she’d demanded a bottle, their baby girl had spent the majority of the afternoon asleep against her father’s chest. Knowing that she was comfortable and safe, while she and Jake sat together with family and caught up on each other’s lives, had relaxed Amy to no end.

Smiling up at Jake’s phone as he whips it out to take a selfie, Amy nods in approval at the resulting image before remembering the conversation she’d heard earlier.

“You are totally the flavour of the day, by the way.”

Turning his head to the right, Jake studies Amy’s face for a moment before furrowing his brow, replying with a confused “Huh?”

Nodding her chin towards the other women in the park, one side of Amy’s mouth slides upwards into a amused grin. “Just before you got back from diaper duty, I happened to overhear a couple of girls talking. And they totally declared you to be the hottest dad around.” Turning her body towards his, Amy reaches out to toy with the lining of the unbuttoned plaid that he’d thrown over the top of his shirt today. “I, of course, could not agree more.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Jake pauses as the information sinks in, then shakes his head. “Hottest dad, huh?”

Pulling away slightly, Amy looks at him in surprise. “I thought you knew?”

Jake cocks his head to the side, and she smiles before continuing. “You’ve had the biggest smile on your face all afternoon, Peralta. It’s practically stealing the sun’s job, it’s so bright.”

Her husband laughs at the comparison, his left hand reaching out to cradle their daughter’s head as his chest bounces repeatedly. “Ames,” he responds, letting his right hand slide down Amy’s back before grabbing her left, “I’m out at the park with family on a long weekend off. I’ve got my baby girl all snuggled up safe and sound, and my gorgeous wife is walking around in the same pink dress I remember peeling off her body on the first day of our honeymoon. Life is pretty damn good today. It’s no wonder I’m smiling.”

Amy’s heart stutters a little at Jake’s statement, her bottom lip curling up at the sweet nature of the man she loves. How she managed to get this lucky, she’ll never understand. Pushing herself up to her tippy toes, she cranes her neck up towards Jake and pushes a quick kiss against his lips. “Good save, babe.”

“Not a save so much as it is the truth,” Jake counters, leaning back down for another kiss. “I’m the luckiest man alive right now, and that is the only thing I know.”

Cupping his cheek in her hand, Amy matches Jake’s smile with her own. “I love you, babe.”

“I love you, too.” Dipping his head, Jake kisses her once more, then pulls away quickly. “Wait. Does this mean … I’m a dilf?”

Twisting her mouth to one side, Amy pretends to consider the obviously correct title before nodding. “It totally does. But … only if that means that I’m a milf in return.”

Jake’s forehead leans against hers, and he holds Amy’s gaze as he winks, lowering his voice so that only she can hear his reply. “I think the events from two nights ago will confirm that is most definitely the case.”

Amy feels the blush begin at the tips of her ears, flooding her cheeks before she has a chance to control it, and Jake chuckles softly at her reaction, running his hand soothingly up and down her back as she rests her head against his shoulder again. Peeking down at their daughter, Amy takes in the fact that she’s still sleeping and whispers “Your daddy is always finding ways to make mama blush, bubba. We’ve gotta figure out some ways to counter-attack.”

“Oh, please. She had me wrapped around her little finger, exactly zero point two seconds after she was born.”

Chuckling softly, Amy nods in agreement. “Same. If only she knew the power she has over us.”

A minute snuffle comes out of their daughter’s mouth as if in response, her perfect little lips bunching up into a tiny pout as she nestles closer to Jake’s shirt. There’s a tiny trail of drool left behind, and like two totally enamoured parents, they both find themselves smiling at the result.

“Oh yeah, she totally knows.”

Nodding again, Amy wraps her free arm around Jake’s waist, closing her eyes briefly and breathing in the scent of his cologne as she lets the last of the day’s sunlight soak into her skin.

Truly, this was turning out to be an amazing day. And she had the strongest instinct that there were a thousand more great days, just like this one, waiting for them in the future. But the future could wait - because she had everything she needed, right here in her arms.

#anon I hope you enjoy!#this ended up longer than intended #but turns out the idea of writing Hot Dad Jake is a topic I could go on and on about #seriously I had to edit this riiiight down #my writing #tumblr prompts #gahh I really do hope you like this one #and if this topic has been done I'm sorry #I've been absent because STRESS WHAT STRESS #b99 fanfic #Jake x Amy fic #jake x amy #peraltiago fic

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poisonous-widow · 4 years

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Good enough?

Adult katsuki bakugou / Pro hero x Adult Female Pro hero / singer

Summary: You were cheated on and it broke you down. But things never last forever. You pack your things and you leave with your kids, bakugou is filled with guilt and regret when he realises your truly gone.

Content: Angst, Crying, Depression, Cursing

WARNING NOTE: If you don’t like reading these types of genres then please DO NOT READ! However, if you are determined to manage through it then i wish you luck. Please be sure to have some tissues, a cry pillow to hug, blankets and water for hydration for the water fountains to come!

P.S: IDK if i’m good at these, first time so i expect this to be bad lol. Enjoy though! (づ^ω^)づ and please don’t hesitate to comment about it and if i should make a number two, byeee.

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One

I am, the diamond you left in the dust

How many times has it been..Since you two once said those three sacred words, “I love you”?

Your Beautiful E/c sea foam hues wandered the beautiful decor of your walls of your- Both shared bedroom. This very room, Four years ago was a cave of love, a sacred place you could never live or feel whole without the other. You let your mind reminisce the memory of the night when you would hold your other half to your bare chest and let your soft slender fingers coarse through his hair lovingly, his arms tightly secured around your naked waist with his forehead to your chest, eyes closed with relaxation and exhaustion from the previous events that happened. Making the bed, usually a mess.

But now..It felt like a lost,floating memory in your body.

You released a breathless sigh as you dropped your bag on the plush bed, tossing the keys on the small lamp desk beside the mattress frame, “I’m home”, Your voice whispered. Oh how you wished he would answer you back with a warm welcome, anything that could lift the heavy weight which pushed on you...but no.

How could something like that ever happen..?

When you graduated from U.A, Katsuki Bakugou proposed to you and of course, you happily said yes. He was your husband and you, his loyal and up-most beloved wife. You two still continued as heroes but time to time, you wouldn’t show up. That was because you were the head lead singer of the famously known band “koi”. You told your Husband about it and he agreed to keep your singing identity hidden, as long as he got free access to your performances and that he was able to see you in the best views. Singing was your second love and you wanted to have that in your life still, so having your identity hidden and your lover keeping it a secret was a good thing.

However, time passed by, you noticed that things began to change. Katsuki had started his own Hero agency and was never home much. texts and calls never answered. It frustrated you. You could understand the amount of hero work he would get and the amount of events he’d have to present himself to. But you knew when someone needs to take breaks. Shouldn’t he too? You love katsuki so much that you wished that he would take better care of himself. To be home with you and just relax, hearing you sing a sweet tune or be there when you had your...little breakdowns over the littlest things. Katsuki was your rock and would listen to you when you vent out your problems about the band. he would always be there when you needed it. But now he wasn’t.

I am, the future you lost in the past

VRRR, VRRR, VRRR

What was that..?

VRRR, VRRR, VRRR!

SHIT, CRAP, IT’S YOUR PHONE! Scrambling around the bed for your bag, making it fall, trying to catch it and end in a miserable failure, you followed suit and plummeted to the floor. Hissing from the pain, you quickly pressed it aside and slammed your hand onto the vibrating mobile, sweeping it to your ear as your thumb slid the phone icon to the right, answering it.

“Katsuki, finally! you answered your phone for O-”

“U-uhhm...Y-y/n-sama?”

You paused and looked at the phone. That wasn’t the low-toned, gruffed voice of your husband. It was your babysitter.

“Ah, I’m so sorry Uraraka” Your cheeks tinted a light pink from the embarrassment you made of yourself to your friend. She giggled over the phone. “It’s okay Y/n” You could feel her smile through the phone “But...are you okay?” She sounded worried now. “Is there something wrong with Bakugou?” This time, Tsuyu’s voice came through the phone, her small ribbit not going unnoticed.

Uraraka and Tsuyu were some of the few who you were still in touch with and sometimes with bakugou. But through it all, They were the caretakers to your two 4 year old twin boys, Mistuki and Tatsumi. After the wedding and the honeymoon, you wanted to take things to the next level, there is when you’re two balls of lights blossomed into both your lives. While you and katsuki were too busy with hero work or your secret singing career away from the hero agency, they would come and take them for the day. They were two balls of sunshine and mischief and the girls loved them. They both looked like their father but Mistsuki had your sweet motherly and cinnamon roll innocence and the sharp fire of determination, along with the sheer wildness of their father. Tatsumi, was the replica of katsuki himself. He had everything thing equal, to his fire and wild, the ranting (and...katsuki, i-it’s just katsuki! that’ll all! you gave birth to a katsuki Jr), but he did have your sense in some manner.

“Y/n? You never answered my question” Tsuyu ribbits into the call, snapping your thoughts back to the conversation. “Sorry Tsuyu. I thought it was him. He doesn’t read my texts or voice mails. He doesn’t pick up his phone in particular anymore!” You scoffed. There was a small silence after your little rage. “Guys?” You called out, you heard a slight of shuffling “Oh, right! You shouldn’t worry about it and all Y/n. Bakugou runs his own agency and with his position, it’s difficult for him to attend anything like a break. Business seems to catch him quicker before he can reach a single ounce of rest”

You silently nodded, twirling the sealed bond between your free hand as the small rope tickled your neck. That had to be the reason, you were sure of it.

Sucking in a small breath and stood up, grabbing your keys and bag while you turned your phone on and tapped the screen so you could hear your friends on loud speaker. “well, I know that you two didn’t call to see me okay, so, want me to come pick up my babies to give you two some relief?”

Uraraka giggles, this time your mind could visualise her sweet adorable smile she’s always had, her brown hues gleaming.

“As always, you are straight to the point” Your lips twitched upwards, a small smile appearing. “Ribbit, actually we called to tell you that the band was approved to continue on.”

You were silent, a smile crawling it’s way to your face and it stretched beyond the cheekbones. This was the greatest success you’ve ever gotten; everyone was waiting for the conformation of it. All your hard work and your amazing band and crew really paid it off. The girls knew about your side career because you told them, you trusted them.

“This is great! I have to tell this to katsuki, he’s going to be thrilled!” You bolted from the bed and to the wardrobe. “I gotta go guys, I’ll pick up my babies after visiting kastuki. I’ll be there in 20 minutes, bye!”

“wait Y/n, Don’t you thi-”

You cut them off by hanging up, putting the mobile on the desk you scavenged through the pile of neat hanged clothing until you spot it; the dress you wore on your honeymoon all those years ago. The dress was simple and casual but beautiful nonetheless, it showed every aspect of yourself and not a single wrinkle in sight! i looked completely new. Yes, you were going to be just you; no make up, no formal clothing, nothing professional or superficial. It’s just you as your born self: The girl katsuki bakugou had married.

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Seems like I never compared

Wouldn’t Notice if I disappeared

You made it 5 minutes before Katsuki’s break. E/c hues beamed excitement and your body jumped with fresh bolts of motivation, your band, approved and ready for the big leagues! Katsuki was going to be real proud of you, you were positive and sure of it,of course.

As you walked down the hallway, some people recognised you, the famous hero-wife of the one and only Ground Zero. Making your way through a small litter of crowds, you tapped a formally-dressed woman on her shoulder, making her turn. You gave her a sincere smile.

“Sorry to bother you, do you know where i can find Katsuki Bakugou? I-”

“OMG IT’S HER!!! SHE’S HERE!!! OMG OMG OMG!!”

Your ears were ringing now, it hurt but you manage to keep a calm face. And since Curiosity just couldn’t poke you more, you turned around and a female was in front of you, squealing and red. She looked like she could explode.

“H-hello there..” You moved your hand a little, a small gesture of a wave. Her eyes blew up like stars behind her glasses.

“GOD!, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ARE REALLY HERE! AMI IS GOING TO FLIP WHEN SHE FINALLY MEETS YOU!”

‘Ami?, who is that?’, you asked yourself. You subconsciously tilt your head

“I...err..see. I guess you and Ami are new here?” The girl nodded freakishly fast, you were more worried about her neck snapping.

“YES! BOSS IS SO INCREDIBLY LUCKY TO HAVE YOU AS HIS BEST RIGHT HANDED FRIEND AND SIDE KICK! He speaks so softly about you, it’s really rare to actually see him smile! Ami and I were pretty curious about who you were..” The girl seemed to drift off on the last past.

Your brows furrowed at some of her words, ‘FRIEND!? I’m his wife. and SIDE KICK!? I know that i work with him but the only side kick that man is gonna get is the one from my foot!’, You were practically fuming in your mind.

“Your very pretty though, miss!” Her words seemed to cut you out of it. You smiled a little “thanks...” You rubbed your shoulder. “By the way, what position does your friend Ami have?” Curiosity was clouding over you now. “Oh! Ami is Ground zero’s Strategic Assistant. They basically go everywhere together”

‘They basically go everywhere together’

Your heart felt like it got crushed by an invisible amount of weight.

“W-where...where are they now?” you sternly said, eyes clouded and the girl just mistook it as exhaustion. “Down the corridor and turn right. go down the hallway and it’s the large door at the end on your left” She smiled and points you in the direction to go. You scrambled to escape from the secretary and towards the directions she gave you.

You stole, the love that I saved for myself

The more you carried on down the hallway as instructed, the more eerier it gets and you feel a shiver crawl up your arms, you rub them to create a friction of warmth. It’s too silent down here.

Then you hear him. Her. Them.

When you make it to the large doors on your left, your hand reaches for the handle but a moan causes you to freeze your movements from opening it with brutal strength.

“G-GROUND ZERO! AHN~! SO-AHHN!”

Her voice was loud, nobody would EVER call that a whisper. And to make it worse, she was crying in moans to his name. YOUR husbands name. Palm to your mouth, you stared at the coloured oak doors, frozen. Your body trembled lightly, feeling an absurd amount of weight plummeting on you; Truth was plummeting on you.

Silence took over her cries whilst you stood outside, still shaken by the current events that are happening and are still winding in your head. Although you can’t hear anything much more. Is that room sound-proof or some-!

“Fuck!! Assistant”

Ears perked up, that rather loud and clear moan. Your Husbands moan. Irises trembled along with your body, shock piling over each other within you. Your fingers felt cold as they trembled against the handle on the door, your tried your best to steady them as you opened the wood which stood in your way from the truth. Loud rumbles and shuffling occur as you allowed the door to freely open it’s way for you, Her scream of panic, His body trying to straighten itself.

And I watched, you give it to somebody else

Her legs were tangled around his waist in a lock. Blood ruby eyes trail from the bare figure of the girl Ami. She’s laying on the desk, looking up at the door, to you. He’s over her, muscular arms that once cradled you are now to the sides of her head. The panic and shock in his eyes are visible.

“Y-Y/n”

He’s trying to find words for this event which unfolds before your eyes. Ami hides her face. Her face was obviously red from being caught, Getting FUCKED by your husband and your husband FUCKING her.

“G-Ground Z-zero, I’m so sorry y-your si-side-kick had to s-see this! THIS IS EMBARRASSING” she squealed through her hands.

But these scars, I no longer hide

Firstly, you didn’t know how to react.

You knew something had changed, you felt it coming after he got the agency. But like a fool, you ignored it. You thought of it as something small and easy to fix...but nothing as far as this. face giving it’s all, you tried to express your anger to him, to shout our your fury to demonstrate the rage within you.

It never happened...

Water splattered the ground beneath you. All that was visible were the tears, the depression and anger somewhat showing but the walls you built to sustain the flow of water was cracking and crumbling at the scene.

Those lonely nights alone with him at work.

His sudden change of mood, the built up frustration, annoyance and anger. The sudden distance between you both. It was all because of this. Because of her.

Let’s just get this over with...

“I came here to tell you that the band was approved.” You looked down and rubbed your left arm. Your walls were coming down harder and you could feel your eyes sting from trying to hold back the water flow. However, his eyes glued to your crumbling frame.

Then a small heartless laugh came out of your lips, “You know, it’s hilarious to think..” You began, gripping your bare arm, the feeling of your nails digging into your flesh was a punishment to yourself. “My career for being a hero with you all this time was to represent that I would always be there, just you and me together on the battle field and in each others arms, but my Singing..” You let out another laugh, it was cracked but all of this was too much for you “My singing and my songs were all inspired from you because you’ve been my inspiration, my motivation and my absolute everything...ever since the day we met”

Couldn’t love me, if you tried

Because let’s face it...

“I was never good enough was I...” beautiful E/c sea foamed hues washed away to a rainy grey, red stains of tears lining pathways down your cheeks.

You took in a breath but you never rubbed your face from the tears, you let them slip out. You were already over-flowing with all these emotions, why should you stop them now. Turning around you were about to leave the room, but you halt for a second.

Katsuki had slipped out of his assistant and was arranging his clothes back on his body as quickly as he can, checking every now and then if you were still in his line of sight. you were leaving. He began to panic, the girl he just fucked erased from his mind.

Am i still not, good enough?

Am i still not, worth that much?

“Y/n!!” He yelled, even though you weren’t that far from each other. His arm was reach out, but your back was still in his face. It was only then your head began to turn itself. “You want to know what i’m most relieved about...?” you turned around, a smile gracing your lips.

Sorry for the smile i’m wearing now

“I’m glad Mitsuki and Tatsumi were never here to see this, their back-stabbing, unfaithful and disgusting ass hole..you truly are” Angry tears pouring from your eyes, you let them fall as you flicked the envelope you pulled from your bag into their air, soon falling flat to the ground where his shoes were.

You were gone when he looked up.

Bending down he gripped the envelope and trailed the neat cursive writing on the front, his name beautifully designed and full of love. He un-sealed it and opens the letter within.

To my beloved,

My love, my life, My Inspiration and the father to our two blessed sons, thank you for supporting me throughout the years and for taking me as your lover. You gave me a brighter world and all the drastic adventures ahead, thank you for loving me with everything you had.

I’m grateful to whoever blessed me to be fate with you, you and our children are all I need now, the next and from the previous life. With our family together, all is okay and we are strong. You are my everything and that is all i need.

I love you with every being of my self that i gave

Sincerely,

Y/n.

His body trembled erratically when he finished reading your letter, his hand resting on his eyes as he could feel the pain of tears about to flood him.

“What the fuck have I done..”

Guess I’m still...

No, wait

It was you that was never Good enough.

#bnha #xreader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x y/n #my hero academia #oc #Bnha character x reader #midoriya #todoroki #uraraka #class 1-a #katsuki bakugou x reader #singer reader #mha x oc #bakugou one-shot #mha one-shot

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malecsecretsanta · 4 years

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Merry Christmas, @lightwormsiblings!

Happy Holidays <3

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*****

The Way You Fight

Magnus is leisurely leaning against the cold wall, right knee propped up, the sole of his boot pressed against the stone bricks. The collar of his jacket is upturned, more with the purpose to protect him from the biting cold of the December night than to serve a fashion choice.

Despite the nonchalance of his posture, Magnus is on high alert. He is ready to step in and help should the need arise, but he’s otherwise content to just observe as his Alexander slashes and stabs his way through the small hoard of demons he’s fighting.

It’s just an easy mission to ease some new recruits from Idris into patrols and field work and the demons they are fighting are lesser demons, ones Alec is more than capable to deal with on his own.

So Magnus just stays back and enjoys the sight. He grins, a surge of pride and affection swelling in his chest as he watches one of the demons fall after an especially ruthless slash of Alec’s blade, spurring Alec into the next fight.

When he fights, Alec is all strength and grace, balance and poise. Years of unrelenting training have taught him to use every part of his body as a weapon, honing his skills to the point he’s both secure in his movements and graceful like one of the dancers from the many ballets Magnus has had the pleasure to attend during his time in Europe.

Magnus can’t keep his eyes away from the fluid movements of Alec’s limbs, the ripple of hard muscles under black leather, the gleam of moonlight over the Adamas of his seraph blade.

The demons grunt and howl as they fall, a dark tune to Alec’s dance and Magnus is so enthralled that almost misses the demons closing in from the left.

A shouted “Watch out!” from one of the Shadowhunters fighting more of the demons a few feet away pulls Magnus out of his reverie.

Magnus stands and calls upon his magic, the surge of relief as he feels it humming under his skin still present even after months from his ordeal. He debates blasting all of the demons away with a wave of his hand but in the end, he decides he can use the exercise of a good old-fashioned fight and uses his powers to summon a blade for himself. It may not be Adamas but it will serve its purpose just as well.

“It was about time,” Alec says when Magnus joins the fight, settling at his back.

“Hush, darling, you were handling yourself well.” Magnus sidesteps to avoid a claw directed toward his chest and with one swift movement of his blade, slices it off. “And besides, I wouldn’t want to show off.“

“Yeah?” Alec says and even if Magnus can’t see him, he can feel the smile in his voice. “Since when?”

Magnus laughs and delivers the killing blow between the demon’s ribs. “Well, Alexander, I wouldn’t dream about outperforming you in front of your Shadowhunters,” he says, knowing Alec will take it for the joke it’s meant to be. “You have a title to uphold, after all.”

Alec snorts and Magnus feels him stepping closer behind his back. “As if that was gonna happen.”

“Is that a challenge, Alexander?” Magnus asks, enjoying the easy, familiar banter.

“Oh, shut up, Magnus.” Alec grunts and Magnus feels the thud of another demon hitting the ground.

“You are on, my dear.” Magnus laughs and kills a demon of his own, his body taut with adrenaline-fueled excitement. “Do keep count.”

After that, everything goes by in a blur of slashes and thuds and teasing remarks, until they’ve killed the last of the demons and they’re standing back to back, catching their breath.

Magnus is the first to straighten up. He turns around and pretends to flick a speck of dust off the sleeve of his jacket. “Well, that was fun.”

Alec snorts and wipes the ichor off his sword on the hide of one of the fallen demons before sheathing it in his thigh holster. When he turns around, he points toward the demons on his side of the field, a smug grin playing on his lips. “I win.”

“Considering you had the advantage of a head-start, I would say we are even, darling.”

Alec laughs that easy, spontaneous laugh Magnus loves so much. “Fine. Have it your way.”

Magnus is about to retort when they’re joined by the other Shadowhunters. They approach and stand a little to the side, clearly waiting for Alec’s orders.

Alec smiles apologetically at Magnus and heads toward them to give them their instructions.

Before departing, he squeezes the young Shadowhunter’s shoulder. “This was your first time in the field, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, sir,” Magnus hears him reply.

“Congratulations for a mission well done,” Alec says and the way he smiles as he says it makes Magnus wonder how many times he’s been on the other side, how many times he’s been the one craving some validation after a mission. “We need to work on our time of response but I think we can call this one a success.”

Alec walks back, and he has just joined Magnus when they hear it.

“At least I didn’t just stand and watch like that warlock.”

It is a little more than a murmur but the boy is unlucky enough to have the wind carry it to their ears.

Alec freezes besides him. Magnus was about to clean up the mess of ichor and dead demons with his magic but he stops in his tracks when Alec puts a hand on his arm.

“Leave it,” Alec says, stone-faced, his voice dead serious. “That’s not your job.”

“Alexander-”

“I mean it, Magnus,” Alec interrupts, already turning on his heels. “I’ll be right back.”

Magnus considers finishing the job and cleaning the mess anyway but in the end, Alec’s wishes and a sane amount of sheer pettiness win. He stays back and watches Alec stride toward the recruits, every inch the Head of the Institute, a sharp contrast to the friendly leader he’s been up to a few minutes ago.

Magnus listens, touched beyond belief, as Alec gives a lecture about respect and gratitude and he’s oddly grateful Alec knows him so well to not demand an apology out of the boy.

Alec doesn’t let the boy get away with it either.

Magnus almost winces in sympathy when hears Alec tasking him with cleaning the scene and assigns him to ichor duty until new orders. Almost.

“I will not tolerate this kind of behavior nor I will have anyone disrespect my family. Is that clear?” Alec says at last, before turning around and stalking off toward Magnus, his face still set in harsh lines.

Family. The word slices through Magnus’ awareness and settles against his ribcage, warm and comforting, leaving behind a faint ache.

They’re still navigating the early stages of their marriage and Magnus knows they’re family now, that maybe they’ve been one for quite some time, in a way. Still, hearing Alec voice it is different.

It tugs at something deep inside of Magnus. It tugs at the part of him that’s always yearned to find a person to call his own. It tugs just hard enough to make him feel unmoored, untethered like a floating balloon slipped from someone’s hand.

Magnus doesn’t have the time to dwell too much on the feeling that Alec is already back to him, and the affection and concern etched in the handsome lines of his face bring Magnus back down and anchor him.

“Magnus, are you okay?”

Magnus has had centuries of experience in dealing with prejudice and they both know he is more than capable to deal with an insolent Shadowhunter without the need of Alec’s intervention. But he must admit that he’s quite touched by Alec’s concern, by his fierce protectiveness.

“I am,” he murmurs, smiling at Alec to let him know that he, indeed, is okay.

“Good,” Alec says, reaching out to take Magnus’ hand and squeezing it. I’ve got you, the touch says. “Let’s go home.”

Magnus squeezes Alec’s hand back and opens a portal. I know, it’s his silent reply. “Home sounds good.”

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purkinje-effect · 4 years

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Geek slouched alone in the floor of Hancock’s Statehouse room. Down to his gloves, tank, and jeans, he routed through his duffel, armor, and jumpsuit and laid out everything in his possession. He picked uselessly at what remained of his savings, and quickly returned the caps to their stash in one of the inner pockets of his boiler suit. He found himself snacking on a tub of shortening, rather than accomplishing the task of taking inventory. His gaze fell on the two bottles of Buffout he’d collected from the gym in North End, and his pursed mouth wandered askew.

After Park Street Station, he never wanted to touch a chem again. Even tobacco and spirits felt suspect, and he’d never really considered them chems per se.

He wanted to talk to Hancock. He’d wanted to talk to him since they got back inside Goodneighbor’s walls. But the mayor had made himself scarce and unapproachable, sticking to the corners of people’s vision. The only times he’d seen him in the past twenty-four hours was a quick pop into his room to grab some chems, and when he had taken a short nap upon returning home from their excursion. Geek was pretty sure Hancock had been floating around the Third Rail, but he hadn’t bothered to press interaction. He absolutely did not want to enter another subway if he could help it. Where would he even begin talking anyway?

And it wasn’t like he could talk to ‘Choly about it, either. The chemist had stayed in the Hotel Rexford and not been seen at all. Geek had half a brain cell to suspect that ‘Choly had somehow left town without the Neighborhood Watch noticing, but the rest of his brain cells knew that didn’t add up either. No, the last thing he wanted to do was hunt down the little cretin.

He picked up Cronus, turned it this way and that in his hands. His pursed mouth flattened into a long wide line. A gloved fingertip trailed one of the edges. With a brittle, loud noise he slapped the broad side of the blade against the floor. Again, a third time, until part of it snapped off the once-wrench he’d built it atop. His jaw seared. He grabbed for the ball peen in a tool apron, applied it to the remainder of his work. As the pieces freed from his shiv, he shoved them into his mouth and swallowed them without a care for the possible consequences on the way down.

The shiv was still Cronus, with or without his sweat poured onto it.

He pulled everything back together, keeping the chems set aside. He glanced to the coffee table which normally boasted his boyfriend’s spread and glassware, then stood with a stiff snort, carrying the two bottles of steroid supplements. Then he descended the spiral staircase on his way to the one person he felt would talk to him these days.

Sorry, Dais. He gesticulated on his way out of the Statehouse and across the plaza. We had to go save a Synth imprisoned by Triggermen in a vault. Oh! Sorry, Dais. Hancock didn’t tell me that he meant for us to help him do somethin’ completely different, when he agreed to work with us. Daisy, we should be worried about some a the chem-weapons our new chemist has. Daisy, so sorry. Got trust issues now--

Geek stood before Daisy’s Discounts, and stopped, watching. A ghoul looked to be throwing hands with Daisy from across the counter. He wasn’t sure whether to step between her and this short bespectacled ghoul with a patchy red ducktail, faded muddy leather jacket, and high-rolled trousers demonstrating mismatched socks and spectator brogues. It seemed like neither was intent on landing any hits despite their animation toward one another. The unfamiliar figure slapped his elbow against the back of his hand repeatedly. The longer Geek stood there, the more he felt Daisy’s exhaustion and this other ghoul’s exasperation, like pressure descending upon the space. What got him really staring wasn’t the glowing uranium green hatch marks all along his bare right arm. It was yet another Pip-Boy owner.

Daisy tossed a glance to Geek, to let him know she was aware of him, but she didn’t let up gesturing with animation. The other ghoul said nothing, and kept his attention on Daisy. Daisy slowly began verbalizing bits and pieces. Everything out of her mouth felt like an incomplete thought, but Geek could tell now there was some manner of conversation taking place. And it was about him. He flushed deep pink, and did his best not to frown.

“--No, the three of them are in a rough patch after what happened in the vault, but-- No, I’m sure we can get together enough forces in Goodneighbor to reclaim the-- Cecil! Damn it all!!” No amount of raking one hand along the back of the other could convince the ginger to ease off.

The ghoul turned to Geek. He gave a few dials and buttons and impassive tweak, then resumed gesticulating, this time toward the pink ghoul.

The Pip-Boy emanated a voice something like a Mister Handy’s, though too modulated and mechanical: “You’re the Geek, then.”

“I, what of it,” Geek stammered in bewilderment. “What’s--”

“I might be upset about the ongoing damages to my library,” the Pip-Boy continued on Cecil’s behalf, “but your detour saved one of the only people in Diamond City I still respect. So I owe you thanks.”

“I don’t-- I don’t understand--”

Geek’s attention flitted between Daisy and Cecil, desperate for a modicum of explanation. Cecil went in for a handshake, only to notice Geek’s hands were full. Cecil’s demeanor jilted to a cool fixation upon noticing the particular chem.

“Oh. Buffout. Full bottles? Are you looking to unload them?”

“Cecil,” Daisy hissed, slouching on the counter, and not even bothering to move a muscle. “If the Geek is interested in selling them to me, I will set them aside for you. And you can buy them. From. Me.”

Geek glanced up at the store front sign, then back to Cecil. Supposing it’s fair she dislikes anyone but her doing business in her shop.

After watching the Pip-Boy screen a moment, Cecil soured and lost his patience with the whole thing.

“I’m going to the Den,” his Pip-Boy announced on his way out of the plaza and around the corner.

“...His library?” Geek still glanced in the direction Cecil had left.

“That was Mr. Cecil. He’s the curator of the Boston Public Library.” Daisy let out a long, beleaguered sigh. “I’m sorry, dear. Did you need something?”

“...I thought I did... Never mind.” He squinted, unable to shake the rhyme. “No. The library curator? I thought you said the library was full of super mutants.”

“He is. And, unfortunate as it is... it is.” She only got up long enough to fetch herself a beer, and seemed in marginally better sorts with her whistle whet. “When the mutants moved in, I was confident--but not certain--that he stepped out of the house at the time, so to speak. It’s a shame for the library to fall out of his hands like this, and for him to come home from his errand like this, but I’m glad he’s still kicking. One of a handful of the prewar ghouls that still haunt the Commonwealth.”

“Came to apologize for not reclaiming the library yet, but... You did the same thing Hancock did. You sent us to make sure somebody that matters to you was okay, but didn’t want to admit it might turn out t’be a rescue mission.” He swatted his train of thought away before continuing. “You are so goddamn good at your job that I don’t even have to know I’ve got questions, an’ you’ll answer ‘em.”

He set the Buffout on the counter. She softened, smiling genteel despite having little clue what he was on about.

“My job? Sweetheart, I’m just a gorgeous, brilliant, humble gal running an odds and ends shop in the ruins of Boston’s red light district. So you are interested in unloading some goods. I’ll give you ninety-five caps for the pair.”

He nodded impatiently, unable to get rid of the chems fast enough. She counted out five caps from a satchel and gave him the rest, which he shoved into his caps pocket. With a pointed, insistent enthusiasm, he excused himself.

“Boston’s gonna have its library back one day.”

She was scared we wouldn’t find him alive. He thought back to her asking her favor, and recalled her sheer, genuine attachment to the location itself. Hancock had to know who Cecil was, going into this. That’s how he deduced Daisy had put them up to it.

He knew Daisy’s answer to the question ablaze in his eye as he stormed across the plaza to the nearest Neighborhood Watch. Now he needed to know Hancock’s answer to the same damn question.

Why’d you mislead us, when y’know we would’a said yes?

The Watchman waved toward the stoop to the Third Rail, not even having to deduce what Geek wanted. So he did what he didn’t want, and he entered the bar that had been a subway terminal in another life.

Ham stopped him with a pair of gentle, insistent hands on his shoulders.

“Geek, I know ya don’t know me too well. But I’ve got to warn you. I don’t like when trouble kicks up in this place. Don’t be that trouble, capisce?”

“Ain’t got a single intention of that, man. What, you worried Hancock’s gonna start somethin’ in his own bar? Don’t sweat it.”

The tuxedo’ed bouncer relinquished, and Geek continued downstairs in search of the mayor. When he didn’t locate him in the main seating area, he couldn’t even pay mind to Magnolia’s performance on stage. He slipped down the hall to the VIP lounge, and stood right before the corner turned, and listened with great resentment. Oh goody. Worst case scenario. Hancock and ‘Choly were talking, and he could smell Mister Handy fuel before he even got to the hall in the first place.

“Leader’s got to be trustworthy just as much as he’s got to trust his compatriots,” Hancock continued coolly. “You and Geek sounded like you had your heart set on clearing out the library, laid out a ton of financial and sociopolitical ground we stood to gain. But she sent y’all there to check on somebody. I was pretty sure he was safe, but I was very sure Valentine wasn’t. And I didn’t trust either of ya to make the moral decision to focus on Valentine when given the choice. So, ah. Thank you. For making me check myself.”

“You’re forgiven. ...Though, if you really wanted to thank me, truly thank me, you could show your gratitude with a kiss.”

“You’ve got a strange economy, to prioritize bartering in tokens. But... you’ve been bending over backwards since you stepped foot in my town, presumably in some attempt just to earn some. I suppose I could... give you a little peck.”

After a tense and awkward quiet, Geek could hear some clothing rustling, and Hancock’s boots hitting the floor.

“A peck, nothing more, nothing less.” The ghoul mused, diffusing his displeasure into dreaminess. “This ghoul’s not running the bases anymore. Already got my home run.”

'Choly broke the long pause with abjection.

“...When was the last time you know of that Sticks was in town?”

A tall figure came up behind Geek. The pink fellow didn’t have to turn around to know the man wanted trouble.

“You got a habit of snooping?” He had a somewhat shrill, sarcastic, mid-tone voice. “I’m told your bubblegum butt shouldn’t be here.”

“Did Ham sic you on me!”

“Melancholy did. He warned me that you might be following him.”

Geek put his hands up, incredulous.

“I was lookin’ for Hancock!”

“I was just leaving.” ‘Choly leaned hard into his cane, standing several paces from Geek. “Ugh, you have an awful eavesdropping habit. If you want to watch, or be included, you should just say so--”

“Sir!” Angel blurted out, coming along behind him. “You’ve paid good money to enforce a restraining order. Such invitation is both unwise and contrary to your investment.”

‘Choly couldn’t even muster rolling his eyes at his Handy.

“Come on, MacCready. I need to work out some things with the other Rexford tenants.” He glanced over his glasses to Geek, exhausted to his soul. “You heard Angel. Don’t be my shadow. This mercenary is a formidable ex-Gunner, and he’s in my pocket.”

The tall man in a cream duster followed along with the chemist and robot. Geek hemmed as he watched them scale the stairs at ‘Choly’s pace. He couldn’t shake the grief, and did his best to read the room where he stood. A bald patron lounged at the seating area near the end of the bar, where some white picket fencing provided a safety barrier at the edge of what had once been the loading platform.

Wearing sunglasses, flannel, and a pleasantly stupid grin, he waved warmly to him with unsettling familiarity. Geek approached him, scalp prickling, and narrowly made himself sit at the patio furniture with him.

“The fuck are you doing here,” he asked the man.

“Hey, now...” The man grinned, hands up in defense. “Everybody’s welcome in Goodneighbor. Even me!”

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Strap in for an Ugly Ride

by Mitch Maley — This week, presumptive Democratic presidential nominee Joe Biden did the most Joe Biden thing left to do in announcing that centrist NeoLiberal Senator Kamala Harris would be his running mate. The establishment left swooned and suburban liberals rejoiced, while the lunatic right clutched their collective pearls at such a “radical” choice. Meanwhile, the rest of us yawned as the stage was set for an absurd, bizarro world, alternative-reality election that will take place in the midst of the most unstable American society in modern history.

The chaos created by the 45th President of the United States has a way of wearing the reasonable mind rather thin. After all, who aside from the angry mobs of nativists does not long for a return to the normalcy of the early aughts when all we had to worry about was forever wars in the Middle East, an infinitely-expanding wealth gap, 50 million Americans without healthcare, and trade policies that had hollowed out the middle class. Sure, the children of white collar elites would continue to thrive (so long as they could avoid pill mills and heroin needles). Meanwhile, the offspring of former factory workers who couldn't afford an increasingly cost-prohibitive college education would toil in Amazon warehouses with few benefits and no shot at the kind of modest defined-benefit pensions that had allowed their parents to enjoy some modicum of prosperity in their twilight years and increasingly gloomier chances of even enjoying the social security payments that have kept millions more from abject poverty once their working days were behind them, but that was certainly a little easier to swallow than 2020 has thus far been.

Sure, automation had already begun eating away at more jobs than even offshoring had, we'd done nothing to address the climate crisis beyond symbolic, feel-good policies that avoided pissing off the wrong special interests, and the only amber waves of economic growth in the past 30 years had been driven by engineered bubbles. So what? Wall Street was happy (the stock market tripled under Obama) even if the big party was being floated by artificially-cheap credit, and besides, we could all go to sleep each night relatively certain that we wouldn't face a zombie apocalypse type situation on any given morning which is more than you can say about our current situation.

But let's not forget where things had gotten by 2016 when populist spasms on both sides of the ideological spectrum saw our traditional two party-driven political process totally upended. Harnessing the power of the internet had been largely responsible for President Obama successfully splintering the Democratic establishment in 2008, but let's not over-romanticize the grass or the roots. Obama was the product of an inter-party schism that saw a large number of career Dems break from the Clinton dynasty and its requirement for complete fealty to the party's grudge-bearing first family.

Obama was not an anomaly. He was Wall Street approved, Bilderberg-blessed and mainstream media anointed because, regardless of what others projected upon him, he was a typical center-right Dem who wouldn't rock any of those boats. Yes, the right labeled him a dangerously-radical liberal, but those who paid attention in the 2008 primary will recall that the actual semi-progressive candidate, Congressman Dennis Kucinich, had to be actively cropped out of the debates in order for that narrative to take hold. After all, it wouldn't do to have Kucinich onstage talking about Medicare for All and explaining how to get out of Iraq tomorrow any more than it would do for Ron Paul to be onstage in Republican debates calling out the NeoCon likes of Mitt Romney and John McCain.

Under Obama, the war machine kept rolling, taxes remained at historic lows, deportations skyrocketed and we expanded warrantless surveillance and other Big Brother police state tactics, including sending "surplus" tanks and other military armament to your local police forces. In other words, most of the things liberals hated most about the Bush era continued only they didn't hate them as much anymore. That said, institutional norms remained in place, our allies were quite happy and Americans, or at least those who weren't driven mad by the thought of someone with brown skin holding the highest public office, could hold their heads high knowing that they had an intelligent and articulate statesman at the helm who wouldn't embarrass them with Bush's tangled English or Clinton's infidelities. He was a family man who loved his wife and children and treated even his most vile-mouthed opponents with the courtesies of polite society. Yes, it's easy to grow nostalgic for such normalcy in the age of Trump.

However, years of bailing out Wall Street banksters who'd crashed the economy, allowing hedge fund managers to pay lower tax rates than teachers and failed companies to hand out huge bonuses often paid for by the taxpayers themselves took its toll. Millions of Americans who'd seen their homes foreclosed upon were scolded for buying into the worthless products being pushed by those same banksters—reverse mortgages, sub-prime interest-only loans, etc.—and lectured about "personal responsibility" and the "moral hazard" of bailing them out, even as those same fat cats who'd been rescued themselves swooped in to buy up all of those empty houses for cheaply-borrowed pennies on the dollars in order to make money hand over fist renting them back to the creditless schmoes who'd been kicked to the curb. It turns out a lot of people were fed up.

Enter Bernie Sanders and Donald J. Trump, two men, as different as can be, who nonetheless each managed to harness enough of the sometimes dangerous power of populist anger to finally upset the apple cart that had been two-party politics. While their platforms were radically different, the essential nature of their messaging was the same: you're getting screwed and have been for a long time. Their message was particularly well-received by working-class whites in formerly industrial states who'd been ignored by both parties for decades, beyond rhetoric from the right about it being the fault of illegal immigrants and rhetoric from the left about educational programs that would retrain the working class for the jobs of tomorrow. Regardless of whether they believed in or even understood the solutions either candidate was offering didn't matter so much as someone at last acknowledging that the reality they'd been experiencing actually existed.

The Clinton machine, with the DNC's foot on the scale and the MSM distorting perception, was able to (barely) keep Sanders at bay. Meanwhile, the GOP may have been able to do the same had it not been for the sheer giddiness of legacy media outlets like WAPO, the New York Times, MSNBC and CNN for what they saw as the death of the modern Republican party should it actually nominate a crass, foul-mouthed blowhard of a third-rate reality TV star (who'd until recently been a Democrat) for President. Make no mistake, Clinton's people desperately wanted to take on Trump, believing it amounted to not only an easy win, but a path toward retaking Congress, despite having been gerrymandered out of contention (for those of you who came to politics late, the GOP's electoral success in 2010, saw them take over a majority of state legislatures just ahead of the once-every-decade reapportionment that follows a census, allowing the party to gerrymander Congressional districts to such a degree that Democrats could not gain ground, despite regularly receiving millions more total Congressional votes than Republicans each cycle).

Everyone inside the beltway was caught sleeping in 2016. The Republican establishment never saw Trump coming and didn't know what to do with him when he arrived. Remember how sad Jeb Bush seemed in the debates? Remember how ineffective Marco Rubio was when he tried to sink to Trump's name calling? By the same token, the Democrats were so tone-deaf as to who Bernie was appealing to (far more aging New Dealers and working-class labor Democrats than the teen radicals they imagined) that they actually thought making trans-bathroom laws a wedge issue would drive turnout for their side. Imagine living in Michigan and working the counter at a Dollar General because the stamping factory you used to work at moved to Mexico, wondering whether your kid's rehab from Oxycodone would finally stick this time while being told that the real fight to be won was about where the gender fluid would take a leak.

That's not to say that trans rights aren't a worthy issue, so much as to point out how out of touch you would have had to have been to think it was a winning one in that moment of time. And if you think there was something more altruistic behind it, ask yourself how much energy has been expanded by the party on the same subject since. Like abortion-related ballot referendums used by Republicans to drive evangelicals to the polls, out-of-touch Beltway Dems thought that identity politics was the path to uniting the left-wing of their party and getting the Bernie crowd to turnout for Hillary, even after the DNC got caught smoothing her path to victory. After all, the donor class Dems never mind looking woke, especially if it prevents them from having to get behind things like a living minimum wage that might actually mean less coins falling into their coffers. And that my friends is what created the relatively small yet curious "I voted for Bernie in the primary and Trump in the general" demographic, not sexism, spite or misogyny.

Fast-forward to 2020 and Bernie is finally poised to emerge as the resistance candidate. Despite the MSM again selling alternative facts that kept explaining away his success, his path to the nomination looked inevitable until the Democratic establishment again intervened, this time with Obama in the role of Clintonesque king maker, convincing moderate establishment favorites Pete Buttiegeg and Amy Klobuchar to take one for the team ahead of Super Tuesday so that a path could be cleared for a sputtering Biden campaign to claim the nomination. For his part, Biden's 40-year record is as right of center as a Democrat can be without going full Joe Lieberman, so the remaining question was how not to repeat 2016 in alienating so much of the left-wing as to ensure Trump another four years.

Then, like a gift from the political gods, Trump began shooting himself in the foot so frequently in his responses to the pandemic and civil unrest that his approval rating—which has never even hit 50 percent even once during his presidency (not surprising considering he won the White House with a smaller share of the vote than either Romney or John Kerry managed in losing)—sunk to a pathetic 35 percent, convincing the NeoLiberal bosses that it was no longer necessary to kiss any rings on the far left. Bernie, Elizabeth Warren and even Tulsi Gabbard and AOC had already bent a knee to Uncle Joe, imploring their supporters to vote blue no matter who, so why not instead go after the moderate Republicans and Bush-era Never Trumpers whose ideology make the Democratic donor class feel much more comfortable than the progressive left’s anyway?

Enter Kamala Harris, who, to the Democratic donor class at least, signals nothing less than a female Barack Obama. And they’re not exactly wrong in that she’s a highly-articulate, ideologically-flexible politician capable of putting a friendly, progressive veneer on the modern NeoLiberal platform. That’s probably why the left-leaning corporate media outlets tried so hard to give her a push in the primary, even though voters simply didn’t find her to be a compelling candidate. Despite a healthy fundraising machine and the focused attention of MSNBC and CNN, Harris didn’t even make it to Iowa, dropping out ahead of what surely would have been a bottom tier finish in her home state of California. In that sense, it’s hard to see what she brings to the ticket in terms of electoral success. Fortunately, she won’t have to deliver her home state, but while much has been made of the fact that she’s the first woman of color to be on a major party ticket, it’s worth noting that there’s little to suggest she’ll help turn out the African American vote as most polls had her fourth of fifth even among black voters, who preferred Biden, Warren and even Sanders over the Senator from California.

As long as we’re on the subject of Harris’s race, however, it’s worth noting that the we're-not-racist right immediately went down the rabbit hole with birther conspiracies disgustingly-similar to those used against Obama that, within moments of the announcement, were used to question her eligibility to ascend to the presidency and fear monger that it was all a plan to install Nancy Pelosi when an aging Biden stepped down soon after being elected. Harris was born in the United States and, furthermore, born to two U.S. citizens. Her eligibility shouldn’t be in question to anyone who’s taken a junior high civics class, yet from what we’ve seen already, I’m sure it won’t be long until someone asks to see her birth certificate.

That said, despite the RNC's painting Harris as the most radical choice possible, her politics are no more progressive than Biden's, as evidenced by the two articles in the Wall Street Journal about Wall Street “breathing a sigh of relief” at her selection. In fact, one of the audition rounds for the veepstakes included hosting a Biden fundraiser and insiders have suggested that it was deep-pocketed Obama donors and not Uncle Joe himself who put her over the top. In Harris, the NeoLiberal establishment has all but cordoned off the progressive wing of the party, perhaps for a decade to come. Like Obama, she allows them to market a progressive package to make affluent suburban liberals feel good without making Wall Street, Big Pharma, Big Tech, or the military industrial complex the least bit nervous. In fact, in a communication to investors, Goldman Sachs essentially said that even if it means the Trump tax cuts go away, the stability and predictability of a Biden administration would be at least as good for the 1 percent's bottom line.

To hear the Trump campaign tell it, however, Biden's selection of Harris is nothing less than a signal that, in his cognitive decline, Sleepy Joe has acquiesced to becoming nothing more than a puppet for far left radicals like Bernie, AOC and the rest of The Squad. In their narrative, if elected, he’d be doing the bidding of Antifa, while doing away with everything from God and religion to guns and even the suburbs, and the dangerously radical Harris is only further proof of that. In one of their weirdest turns yet, the Trump campaign is literally showing clips of what America has become under Trump himself and warning that this is what will happen if Biden is elected and only by reelecting the man that brought it to you in the first place and has failed to end it by uniting the country (or even trying) can you stop our present from becoming our future. When taken literally, it is a message that says the world I brought you is the world my opponent will bring you and the only way you can stop that from happening is by keeping the guy who brought it to you! If that doesn't make sense, congratulations, you're not an imbecile.

However, if you buy the narrative that the radical left has taken over the Democratic Party then I'm sorry to report that such may not be the case. Biden-Harris is literally the most Law & Order ticket I can imagine either party fielding. It’s the guy who brought us the Crime Bill, supported the private prison industrial complex and paved a smooth road for Clarence Thomas paired with the AG who wanted to jail young single mothers whose kids missed too much school, blocked access to DNA evidence of the wrongfully convicted, supported marijuana criminalization and pretty much accumulated the least progressive record any prosecutor could ever hope for.

So no, Harris's pick wasn't to appease the progressive left. It was a middle finger to them, just like the initial convention lineup which didn't even feature AOC or Andrew Yang, the two stars of that set. Meanwhile, NeoCon warmonger John “life starts at the first heartbeat” Kasich is in primetime, along with Jeb Bush acolyte Anna Navarro. AOC finally got space for a 60-second pre-recorded (read vetted) afternoon spot, and the Yang Gang was able to kick and scream until their candidate was given a low-billing slot as well. In other words, if you don’t see that the progressive left is not only not running the show at the DNC but is all but powerless in the party’s politics, you’re simply not paying attention.

Why are NeoLiberals more interested in Bush-era Republicans than the media rock stars on the left who seemingly hold the future votes of the party in their hands? Simple, there's less of a difference in platforms, which means unlike working with the left, they don't really have to give anything up to court NeoCons. That’s because the age of Trump has seen those Republicans give up on social issues they never actually cared that much about from gay marriage to abortion in exchange for a seat at the table on the issues they do—things like energy policy, deregulation, aggressive foreign policy and, above all, jockeying their snoots into the trough of money that the winning team gets to eat from.

Excited because a Black Lives Matter protester is going to Congress? Slow down, Ace, as the hallowed halls are also about to get their first QAnon member. We've reached peak lunacy under Trump, this much is true, but the wheel has spun back to same old song and dance, remixed for 2020. The American empire is falling apart and one side is offering four more years of the lunatic king, while the other is betting that such a thought will scare voters enough to accept the same brand of politics that brought us that President in the first place. All that remains to be seen in whether Dems finally got the calculus correct. Are progressives so infuriated by life under Trump that they'll vote blue no matter who, or have they picked off enough white suburban Republican women for it not to even matter? We'll find out, though likely not until weeks after November 2, assuming we aren't fighting each other in the streets by then.

Dennis “Mitch” Maley has been a journalist for more than two decades. A former Army Captain, he has a degree in government from Shippensburg University and is the author of several books, which can be found here.

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The Home We Built Together, part 24

Two young Vikings. An arranged marriage. Hiccup always wanted to win the girl of his dreams, but not like this. Now he and Astrid must learn to live together and maybe one day, learn to love…

Writer’s note: Another NSFW chapter warning! It’s all just talk, but just giving everyone a heads up :)

Astrid waited. And waited. And waited.

She’d taken solace on their bed, recounting the evening’s turn of events. She’d practically laid herself out like a Snoggletog gift for Hiccup to unwrap. Sure, she hadn’t thought ahead of what would happen beyond some kissing and intimate touching, but she didn’t foresee anything like what did happen!

Astrid sighed, crossing arms over her chest. She felt ridiculous now in the transparent nightgown that revealed every curve of her bust. The nightgown was meant to seduce her husband. A scoff ripped from her throat. It obviously didn’t work on Hiccup, or maybe it worked too well. Astrid wasn’t sure which.

Either way, Hiccup had fled the bedroom without a word of explanation. Astrid slammed a fist into her pillow. She had to hit something, or she would burst.

She watched the moon’s glow creep across the floor under the windowsill. It was growing late, and she had no idea where Hiccup had run off to. She was tired of waiting for him. Astrid threw herself on Hiccup’s pillow, hugging it tightly. Her lids sinking and breathing slowing…

***

Before being married, if someone had lain against her and held her by the middle, Astrid would have broken their nose with her elbow and flipped them out of her bed. Over the last couple of months, she’d grown accustom to the comforting familiarity of Hiccup’s embrace.

She flinched just a tad as she returned to the waking world and drew in a deep within her lungs. Hiccup’s chest was flush against her, but his bottom half remained a safe distance to not press into her. Astrid felt as if she were floating in a dream as Hiccup’s fingertips gliding across her rib cage.

Astrid shifted onto her back to see him. Hiccup’s hand splayed across her belly. He smelled of metal and embers, mixed with the familiar odor that lingered from his body when he worked in the forge.

“Where did you go?”

Hiccup bowed his head, sheepishly. “I climbed into the window of my old bedroom at dad’s house to get a change of pants. Then I crafted a new set of utensils for us at the forge.”

“Hiccup, we don’t need a new set of utensils. It’s only the two of us.”

“Yeah, I know.” Hiccup absently rubbed his thumb over the sheer material that still covered her belly. “I needed a distraction.”

“A distraction?” Shame began to rise once more in her. “From what happened tonight?”

His thumb stopped its movement and he hesitated to answer. “Kinda. Yeah.”

Heat seared Astrid’s cheeks. She’d never experienced such a complicated and delicate situation as this. Training to become a shieldmaiden was a straightforward task. You build your strength, your ability to wield a weapon, and learn techniques and maneuvers that would aid you in battle. Navigating emotions and physical intimacy was like walking into a den of dragons without any knowledge of what dragons were capable of.

Astrid propped up on an elbow to gauge his reaction, causing Hiccup’s hold to rest on her waist. “Can we talk about what happened? I have questions.”

Hiccup winced, his hand flinching from her waist as if he’d been stung. “Can we talk about it later? It’s late, and I’m not ready to…have that talk.”

“Fine,” Astrid huffed, the word laced with bite. She didn’t mean for it to sound that way. It was difficult processing these new emotions. She softened her voice at the other question eating at her, “Answer me one thing--are we okay?”

“Yeah! Of course, we are!” Hiccup rushed to get out. His fingers gripped down on her waist. “Astrid, I lo—”

The space around them had been suddenly depleted of all movement or noise as if the world had frozen. Astrid was keenly aware of the throbs of her heart at the words she guessed had stopped on the tip of Hiccup’s tongue. Even in the dark of the room, she spotted the shock on Hiccup’s features. She granted him a small amount of time to finish his declaration.

But the rest never came.

“Let’s get some sleep,” Astrid finally dissolved the tense moment.

Hiccup eagerly agreed.

Astrid rolled back on her side with Hiccup spooned up against her back. His bottom half was, once again she noted, at a safe distance. Astrid rested her hand atop his, lacing their fingers together. She fell asleep with a biting frustration increasing inside her at the loss of the answers she desperately needed.

***

With training dragons to comply to human standards came the difficult task of keeping up appearances during regular dragon training. Hiccup decided to take some precautionary measures and train the dragons to “play” fight. That training had been complicated, to say the least. But somehow him and Astrid managed to prep the dragons enough to be convincing.

The Deadly Nadder that Astrid had adopted was persistent in playing fetch. During one training session, the Nadder was adamant about playing fetch with a broken axe handle she’d snatched up off the arena floor. Astrid smirked to herself as she slid the handle into Snotlout’s vest while he was distracted. Snotlout ran screaming around the ring as the Nadder chased him to retrieve the handle, squawking happily as her clawed feet pounded the stone. Hiccup threw a glare her way, figuring out what was going on. Astrid mock-pouted at him when he distracted the Nadder with another ‘toy’.

The dragons themselves seemed content, even if they remained most of the time imprisoned in the arena cages. Their bellies were full and all five of the dragons ate up the attention their two new Viking friends gave, proving to Astrid once again that Viking-kind had been wrong about dragons this whole time.

When they weren’t training or working, Hiccup and Astrid spent their time with Toothless. The Night Fury would dash up to them as they entered the cove, laying on slobbery licks to their faces with his wide tongue. He’d bonded with Astrid quickly. They had an interesting relationship. While Hiccup and Toothless were prone to play and goof off and (to Astrid’s amusement) cuddle together, her and the Night Fury had an unspoken understanding. They both cared for Hiccup in their own way, and just that shared affection for the boy bonded them. They’d share a “look” whenever Hiccup was talking something outrageous that he wanted to attempt. Toothless was on her side when it came to protecting Hiccup (even from himself) and Astrid admired the comradery her and the dragon had.

Three days had passed since the intimate evening had turned south. Astrid’s patience wore thin awaiting Hiccup’s explanation to just what in Thor’s name went wrong. He talked to her as if nothing embarrassing had occurred between them, everyday life as usual, but something was off. He didn’t initiate any physical affection as he had been doing for the last couple of weeks. It’s like he’d reverted back to standing off and giving her the reins of their closeness.

Astrid had to get at least one question answered and she knew exactly who could help her. She fell in step with Ruffnut after leaving the arena and linked arms with the other girl, maneuvering her away from the brood of loud boys. She didn’t need to worry so much about Hiccup anymore around the other teens. They’d grown quite smitten with her small husband, fawning over his techniques and trying to prod information on said techniques. Astrid shook her head. If only they knew…

“There can be only one reason why you’re spiriting me away,” Ruff quirked as her and Astrid strolled to a secluded spot along the path headed away from the arena. She threw Astrid a knowing smile. “You two got it on.”

Astrid sighed. “Well—”

“Oh, c’mon!” Ruff freed her arm and rubbed her palms together. “Details!”

Once again, Astrid wondered how Ruffnut Thorston of all people was the one she chose to confide in. Then she remembered Ruff was the only other girl her age in the entire village. At least Ruffnut could be helpful at times, and Astrid was hoping this was one of them.

“A few nights ago, I dressed in that husband seducing nightgown I was given.” Those words sounded dumb coming out of her mouth.

Ruff nodded, enthusiastically. “Uh huh, uh huh.”

“At first, Hiccup was shy like he can be, but he seemed to get into after a little coaxing. That’s when I felt the bulge in his pants.”

Ruff threw her arms in the air. “Finally!”

Astrid gave her an off-put glare and continued, “I touched it and he looked more like he was in pain, but he said it felt good.” Her flustered state was returning anew with every word. “I kept touching him there and then he wet his pants.”

Ruff’s face dropped. “He wet his pants?”

Astrid suddenly felt secondhand embarrassment for her husband as regret set in. This was their private moment together and she was blabbing it out. “That’s what it felt like. He seized up and was panting.”

Ruffnut’s mouth widened into a large oval. “Hiccup didn’t wet his pants.” She smacked Astrid on the shoulder with the back of her hand. Astrid gaped at her as if she were about to return the abuse. “He spilled his seed.”

Realization struck Astrid square in the face. She’d heard that term. Her mother had mentioned it in the crash course of sex education one evening not long before the wedding. Ingrid didn’t explain exactly what spilling of the seed entailed, only that it happened when a man sated his needs in the throngs of lovemaking and that it was the key ingredient to becoming pregnant. Astrid had only half listened, too squeamish to register the vital information.

Astrid’s hands flew to her mouth. “That’s what that was!”

Ruff gave an exaggerated nod. “Now you know.”

“That makes way more sense.” Astrid’s embarrassment rose all the way to the tips of her ears. How could she not put two and two together? She was a tactical, resourceful warrior who could think quickly on her feet. Why didn’t she figure out something blatantly obvious? One more example of why intimate relationships were more complicated than battle.

Astrid folded arms over her chest. “Me and Hiccup have a lot to talk about.”

“It’s a good thing you came to me first.”

“How do you know so much about this, Ruff?”

Ruffnut shrugged a shoulder, acting modestly. “Unlike your proper mothering, my mom didn’t skimp on any tiny little naughty detail. It’s also interesting to learn how the human body works. Annnnnnd—” nothing good came out of Ruff exaggerating a word, “Tuffnut is grossly open about what his body can do.”

A gag jumped into Astrid’s throat at the very thought of Tuffnut and what his body could do. “I could have lived my entire life not hearing that.” She shook her head to try and knock the thought out. The method was unsuccessful.

“Thanks, Ruff. It’s kinda nice having someone to confide in.”

Ruff bowed. “It’s my pleasure. Although, if you keep coming to me for advice, I probably should start charging you.”

All Astrid could do was shake her head and laugh. Now that she knew what had happened, she wouldn’t blindly be going into a conversation with Hiccup about the subject. Now all she had to do was get him to talk.

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